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I don't deal in mysteries, nor like them. But the chief mystery now seems to be, where are we to go? If Emma may not be troubled, surely Mrs. Ianson, or your brother" "My brother is out of town." "Indeed!" And Agatha looked as she felt, neither glad nor sorry, but purely indifferent. Her husband, observing it, became more cheerful. "Nay, my dear Agatha, you shall not be inconvenienced.
"I declare, I have been as anxious for the young lady's benefit as if I had intended marrying her myself." The bridegroom's quick, fiery glance showed Major Harper that he had gone a little too far, even in privileged jesting. But happily Nathanael had heard the door open. He hastily went forward and met his bride. With her were Mr. and Mrs. Thornycroft, Dr. and Mrs. Ianson, and another lady.
Which she thought, considering the dulness of the Ianson circle, and that even her own kind-hearted, long-known friend, Emma Thomycroft, was not the most intellectual woman in the world, showed great good nature on the part of Major Harper. Perhaps the most silent person at table was the younger brother, whose Christian name Agatha did not know.
Ianson, Agatha was perfectly confounded by the two simple questions: "When are you to be married? And where are you going to live?" "And oh! my dear," cried the doctor's wife, roused into positive sympathy by a confidence which always touches the softest chord in every woman's heart "oh, my dear, I hope it will not be a long engagement. People change so at least men do.
"We'll put on our bonnets, and go out that is, one of us will, and the other may take to Berlin wool and Mrs. Ianson." The bonnet was popped on quickly and independently Miss Bowen scorned to indulge in the convenience or annoyance of a lady's-maid. Crossing the hall, the customary question, "Whether she would be home to dinner?" stopped her. "I don't know I am not quite sure. Tell Mrs.
Putting her arm in his, he led her away proudly, as though she were already his own. Confused by her novel position, Agatha looked instinctively for some womanly encouragement, but Emma Thorny-croft was busily engaged in admiring observation of some wedding presents, and Mrs. Ianson was worse than nobody.
"That is I have not been unhappy God knows I have not. I have had a great deal to do always, and in all my labour was there profit. It comforted me, and helped to comfort others; it made me feel that my life was not wholly thrown away, as many an unmarried woman's is, but as no one's ever need be." "But some are. Think of Jane Ianson, of whom Emma wrote me word yesterday.
On the fourth day, while Miss Bowen was out walking, Nathanael Harper called to take leave before his journey to Dorsetshire. He stayed some time, waiting Agatha's return, Mrs. Ianson thought; but finally changed his mind, and made an abrupt departure, for which that young lady was rather sorry than otherwise.
If ever any woman spent a mournful, useless life, and died of a broken heart, it was poor Jane Ianson." "Her story was pitiful, but she somewhat erred," Anne answered, thoughtfully. There are but two things that can really throw a lasting shadow over woman's existence an unworthy love, and a lost love. The first ought to be rooted out at all risks; for the other let it stay!
"Really, we are indulging our friends with our whole genealogy uncles, aunts, and collateral branches included which cannot be very interesting to Mrs. and Miss Ianson, or even to Miss Bowen, however kindly she may be disposed towards the Harper family." The Iansons here made polite disclaimers, but Agatha said nothing.
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