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Gleams Through the Mists, Literary and Domestic Charlotte Bickersteth Wheeler

Gleams Through the Mists, Literary and Domestic

Charlotte Bickersteth Wheeler

Published September 12th 2013
ISBN : 9781230313139
Paperback
32 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III. THE HOMEMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III. THE HOME LIFE. The road to home happiness lies over small steppingstones. Slight circumstances are the stnmhling-blocks of families. The prick of a pin, says the proverb, is enough to make an empire insipid. The tenderer the feelings the painfuller the wound.--Jesse. Whatever were Arthurs private sentiments, but one possible course presented itself, viz. to take his wife home at the termination of their unsatisfactory wedding tour, and to make the best of her- there was no alternative, so he submitted to the inevitable. Madeline had not the faintest suspicion of his grievous disappointment in her: why should he be so exigeant as to be dissatisfied? she would have argued, had such a possibility occurred to her. In due time they took up their residence in Grosvenor Square, or rather in a terrace abutting on that fashionable and aristocratic locality. Of her duties as wife and mistress she knew nothing, literally nothing- and had any one told her what sharp-edged tools she had been playing with when trifling with Arthurs happiness and forbearance during their honeymoon, she would have said Pshaw! absurd! At home a doting father had idolized her, despite a thousand whims, caprices, and irritations over momentary grievances. But let no wife ever expect more than her deserts in her married home, whether that home be a gipsys tent in a dreary waste of desert, exposed to the inclemency of the weather, or a palatial WestEnd mansion, where double sashes exclude every cutting draught. Madeline marvelled at Arthurs good taste in the embellishments of their house, which had been furnished from attic to basement by a West-End upholsterer, regardless of expense. The splendour of her drawing-rooms was highly agreeable to our...