There are worse men than Mr. Gresham, if you
will believe me." All this was an allusion to Earl de Courcy, her
ladyship's brother, as Lady Arabella very well understood; and the
argument was one which was very often used to silence her.
"Upon my word, then, I should like it better than his hanging about
here doing nothing but attend to those nasty dogs. I really sometimes
think that he has no spirit left."
"You are mistaken there, Lady Arabella," said the doctor, rising with
his hat in his hand, and making his escape without further parley. As
he went home he could not but think that that phase of married life
was not a very pleasant one. Mr. Gresham and his wife were supposed
by the world to live on the best of terms. They always inhabited the
same house, went out together when they did go out, always sat in
their respective corners in the family pew, and in their wildest
dreams after the happiness of novelty never thought of Sir Cresswell
Cresswell. In some respects--with regard, for instance, to the
continued duration of their joint domesticity at the family mansion
of Greshamsbury--they might have been taken for a pattern couple. But
yet, as far as the doctor could see, they did not seem to add much to
the happiness of each other.
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