But he would buy Milton's prose works and read his pamphlet on divorce. He might perhaps be able to get them at Newmarket.So the bride sat crying in one corner of the carriage; and the bridegroom sulked in the other, and he feared her as only a bridegroom can fear.Presently, however, a feeble voice was heard from the bride's corner saying:"Dearest Theobald--dearest Theobald, forgive me; I have been very, very wrong. Please do not be angry with me. I wil order the--the--" but the word "dinner" was checked by rising sobs.When Theobald heard these words a load began to be lifted from his heart,

but he only looked towards her, and that not too pleasantly."Please tel me," continued the voice, "what you think you would like,

and I wil tel the landlady when we get to Newmar--" but another burst of sobs checked the completion of the word.The load on Theobald's heart grew lighter and lighter. Was it possible

that she might not be going to henpeck him after al ? Besides, had she not diverted his attention from herself to his approaching dinner?He swal owed down more of his apprehensions and said, but stil gloomily,

"I think we might have a roast fowl with bread sauce, new potatoes and green peas, and then we wil see if they could let us have a cherry tart and some cream."After a few minutes more he drew her towards him, kissed away her tears, and assured her that he knew she would be a good wife to him."Dearest Theobald," she exclaimed in answer,

"you are an angel."Theobald believed her, and in ten minutes more the happy couple alighted at the inn at Newmarket.Bravely did Christina go through her arduous task. Eagerly did she beseech the landlady, in secret, not to keep her Theobald waiting longer than was absolutely necessary."If you have any soup ready, you know, Mrs Barber, it might save ten minutes, for we might have it while the fowl was browning."See how necessity had nerved her! But in truth she had a splitting

headache, and would have given anything to have been alone.The dinner was a success. A pint of sherry had warmed Theobald's heart,

and he began to hope that, after al , matters might stil go wel with him. He had conquered in the first battle, and this gives great

prestige. How easy it had been too! Why had he never treated his sisters in this way? He would do so next time he saw them; he might in time be able to stand up to his brother John, or even his father. Thus do we build castles in air when flushed with wine and conquest.The end of the honeymoon saw Mrs Theobald the most devotedly obsequious

wife in al England. According to the old saying, Theobald had kil ed the cat at the beginning. It had been a very little cat, a mere kitten in fact, or he might have been afraid to face it, but such as it had been he had chal enged it to mortal combat, and had held up its dripping head defiantly before his wife's face. The rest had been easy.Strange that one whom I have described hitherto as so timid and easily

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put upon should prove such a Tartar al of a sudden on the day of his marriage. Perhaps I have passed over his years of courtship too rapidly. During these he had become a tutor of his col ege, and had at last been Junior Dean. I never yet knew a man whose sense of his own importance

did not become adequately developed after he had held a resident fel owship for five or six years. True--immediately on arriving within a ten mile radius of his father's house, an enchantment fel upon him, so that his knees waxed weak, his greatness departed, and he again felt

himself like an overgrown baby under a perpetual cloud; but then he was not often at Elmhurst, and as soon as he left it the spel was taken off again; once more he became the fel ow and tutor of his col ege, the

Junior Dean, the betrothed of Christina, the idol of the Al aby

womankind. From al which it may be gathered that if Christina had been a Barbary hen, and had ruffled her feathers in any show of resistance

Theobald would not have ventured to swagger with her, but she was not a Barbary hen, she was only a common hen, and that too with rather a

smal er share of personal bravery than hens general y have.CHAPTER XIVBattersby-OnThe-Hil was the name of the vil age of which Theobald was now Rector. It contained 400 or 500 inhabitants, scattered over a rather large area, and consisting entirely of farmers and agricultural

labourers. The Rectory was commodious, and placed on the brow of a hil which gave it a delightful prospect. There was a fair sprinkling of

neighbours within visiting range, but with one or two exceptions they were the clergymen and clergymen's families of the surrounding vil ages.By these the Pontifexes were welcomed as great acquisitions to the

neighbourhood. Mr Pontifex, they said was so clever; he had been senior classic and senior wrangler; a perfect genius in fact, and yet with so

much sound practical common sense as wel . As son of such a

distinguished man as the great Mr Pontifex the publisher he would come into a large property by-and-by. Was there not an elder brother? Yes, but there would be so much that Theobald would probably get something very considerable. Of course they would give dinner parties. And Mrs Pontifex, what a charming woman she was; she was certainly not exactly pretty perhaps, but then she had such a sweet smile and her manner was so bright and winning. She was so devoted too to her husband and her

husband to her; they real y did come up to one's ideas of what lovers used to be in days of old; it was rare to meet with such a pair in these degenerate times; it was quite beautiful, etc., etc. Such were the

comments of the neighbours on the new arrivals.As for Theobald's own parishioners, the farmers were civil and the

labourers and their wives obsequious. There was a little dissent, the legacy of a careless predecessor, but as Mrs Theobald said proudly, "I think Theobald may be trusted to deal with _that_." The church was then an interesting specimen of late Norman, with some early English

additions. It was what in these days would be cal ed in a very bad state of repair, but forty or fifty years ago few churches were in good repair.