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He was very moody and silent for days after that, and even his clients

detected an irritability in his manner which they had never seen before.

"There was nothing ailed him," he said to Ethelyn, when she asked what

was the matter, and accused him of being positively cross. She was very

gay; Camden society suited her; and as the season advanced, and the

festivities grew more and more frequent, she was seldom at home more

than one or two evenings in the week, while the day was given either to

the arrangement of dress or taking of necessary rest, so that her

husband saw comparatively little of her, except for the moment when she

always came to him with hood and white cloak in hand to ask him how she

looked, before going to the carriage waiting at the door. Never in her

girlish days had she been so beautiful as she was now, but Richard

seldom told her so, though he felt the magic influence of her brilliant

beauty, and did not wonder that she was the reigning belle. He seldom

accompanied her himself. Parties, and receptions, and concerts, were

bores, he said; and at first he had raised objections to her going

without him. But after motherly Mrs. Harris, who boarded in the next

block, and was never happier than when chaperoning someone, offered to

see to her and take her under the same wing which had sheltered six

fine and now well-married daughters, Richard made no further objections.

He did not wish to be thought a domestic tyrant; he did not wish to seem

jealous, and so he would wrap Ethie's cloak around her, and taking her

himself to Mrs. Harris' carriage, would give that lady sundry charges

concerning her, bidding her see that she did not dance till wholly

wearied out, and asking her to bring her home earlier than the previous

night. Then, returning to his solitary rooms, he would sit nursing the

demon which might so easily have been thrust aside. Ethie was not

insensible to his kindness in allowing her to follow the bent of her own

inclinations, even when it was so contrary to his own, and for his sake

she did many things she might not otherwise have done. She snubbed Harry

Clifford and the whole set of dandies like him, so that, though they

danced, and talked, and laughed with her, they never crossed a certain

line of propriety which she had drawn between them. She was very

circumspect; she tried at first in various ways to atone to Richard for

her long absence from him, telling him whatever she thought would

interest him, and sometimes, when she found him waiting for her, and

looking so tired and sleepy, playfully chiding him for sitting up for

her, and telling him that though it was kind in him to do so, she

preferred that he should not. This was early in the season; but after

the day when Mrs. Markham, senior, came over from Olney to spend the

day, and "blow Richard's wife up," as she expressed it, everything was

changed, and Ethelyn stayed out as late as she liked without any

concessions to Richard. Mrs. Markham, senior, had heard strange stories

of Ethelyn's proceedings--"going to parties night after night, with her

dress shamefully low, and going to plays and concerts bareheaded, with

flowers and streamers in her hair, besides wearing a mask, and

pretending she was Queen Hortense."