ng somewhat deeper, when
Catherine informed her mother that Beatrice particularly wished to have
her friends, the Bells, and Daisy Jenkins as bride's-maids at her
wedding.
"No, no, impossible," burst from Mrs. Bertram's lips.
But in the end she had to yield this point also, for what will not a
woman do who is hard beset and pressed into a corner to set herself free
from so humiliating and torturing a position.
Thus everything was getting ready for the great event. The bride's
trousseau was the wonder of all beholders. The subject of Beatrice's
wedding was the only one on the _tapis_, and no one saw a little
cloud in the sky, nor guessed at even the possibility of trouble ahead.
CHAPTER XXV.
WEDDING PRESENTS.
Notwithstanding her crushing disappointment Matty Bell did not sink into
an early grave. That report which had got into the country with regard
to her funeral and tombstone began to be very flatly contradicted. It
was now whispered on the breeze that Matty was not only in a fair state
of recovery but also that a substantial means of consolation had been
opportunely found her.
Not only was Gus Jenkins very much to Matty's taste, but she proved,
which, perhaps, was more to the point, to suit him exactly. This hero,
who was doing a thriving trade in the oil business in London, delighted
in laughing, merry, giggling girls, and surely where could he find
another to equal Matty in that respect. Whenever he looked at her she
laughed, whenever he spoke to her she blushed and giggled. He began to
consider himself a wonder of wit and fascination. Really it was no
trouble at all to entertain a nice, little, soft, round thing like Matty
Bell. He pronounced the shot silk a splendid robe, and asked Matty
pointedly what place of amusement she would like best to see in London,
and in whose presence she would most happily enjoy it.
Matty could scarcely speak when this remarkable question was addressed
to her, unless giggles, blushes, gasps, and "Oh, Gus, how killing you
are!" could be taken as a sensible reply.
Under these circumstances Mrs. Bell felt that the less she said about
Captain Bertram and that old affair of his with Matty the better. She
always mentioned it now as "that old affair," and whispered in strictest
confidence to her friends that Gus, poor dear fellow, was so absurdly
jealous of Captain Bertram that she dared not breathe the captain's name
in his presence.
"It's awful to see the th
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