The people who knew her
talked of her so much, that other people who had not met her were eager to
see her, and made quite a favour of being introduced to her. If she knew of
this herself, it gave her no concern; but it was a matter of no small pride
to Daniel Granger that his young wife should be so much admired.
Was he quite happy, having won for himself the woman he loved, seeing
her obedient, submissive, always ready to attend his pleasure, to be his
companion when he wanted her company, with no inclination of her own
which she was not willing to sacrifice at a moment's notice for his
gratification? Was he quite happy in the triumph of his hopes? Well, not
quite. He knew that his wife did not love him. It might come some day
perhaps, that affection for which he still dared to hope, but it had not
come yet. He watched her face sometimes as she sat by his hearth on those
quiet evenings when they were alone, and he knew that a light should have
shone upon it that was not there. He would sigh sometimes as he read his
newspaper by that domestic hearth, and his wife would wonder if he were
troubled by any business cares--whether he were disturbed by any abnormal
commotion among those stocks or consols or other mysterious elements of the
financial world in which all rich men seemed more or less concerned. She
did not ever venture to question him as to those occasional sighs; but she
would bring the draught-board and place it at his elbow, and sit meekly
down to be beaten at a game she hated, but for which Mr.
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