’Youwillbreakmyheart，’shesighed。
’Notintheleast，’saidhe。’Youwillfeelatriflinginconvenienceforamonth，justasIdidwhenIwasfirstbroughttothisvilehamlet。thenyouradmirablesenseandtemperwillprevail，andIseeyoualreadyascontentasever，andmakingyourhusbandthehappiestofmen。’
’YouknowIcanrefuseyounothing，’shesaid，withalastflickerofresistance。’nothingthatwillmakeyoutrulyhappier。Butwillthis？Areyousure，myhusband？Lastnight，yousay，youfoundhim！Hemaybetheworstofhumbugs。’
’Ithinknot，’repliedtheDoctor。’Butdonotsupposemesounwaryastoadopthimoutofhand。Iam，Iflattermyself，afinishedmanoftheworld。Ihavehadallpossibilitiesinview。myplaniscontrivedtomeetthemall。Itaketheladasstableboy。
Ifhepilfer，ifhegrumble，ifhedesiretochange，IshallseeI