END OF VOL. II.

Printed by W. Clowes and Sons, Stamford Street.

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THE BERTRAMS.

A Novel.

by

ANTHONY TROLLOPE

Author of "Barchester Towers," "Doctor Thorne," etc.

In Three Volumes

VOL. III.

Second Editon

London:
Chapman & Hall, 193 Piccadilly.
1859.

[The right of Translation is reserved.]

London: Printed by W. Clowes and Sons, Stamford Street.

CONTENTS OF VOL. III.

I. SIR LIONEL GOES TO HIS WOOING.
II. HE TRIES HIS HAND AGAIN.
III. A QUIET LITTLE DINNER.
IV. MRS. MADDEN'S BALL.
V. CAN I ESCAPE?
VI. A MATRIMONIAL DIALOGUE.
VII. THE RETURN TO HADLEY.
VIII. CAIRO.
IX. THE TWO WIDOWS.
X. REACHING HOME.
XI. I COULD PUT A CODICIL.
XII. MRS. WILKINSON'S TROUBLES.
XIII. ANOTHER JOURNEY TO BOWES.
XIV. MR. BERTRAM'S DEATH.
XV. THE WILL.
XVI. EATON SQUARE.
XVII. CONCLUSION.

THE BERTRAMS.

VOLUME III.

CHAPTER I.

SIR LIONEL GOES TO HIS WOOING.

Yes, they were off. All the joys of that honeymoon shall be left to
the imagination of the reader. Their first conversation, as it took
place in the carriage which bore them from Mr. Bertram's door, has
been given. Those which followed were probably more or less of the
same nature. Sir Henry, no doubt, did strive to give some touch of
romance to the occasion; but in no such attempt would his wife assist
him. To every material proposition that he made, she gave a ready
assent; in everything she acceded to his views; she would dine at
two, or at eight, as he pleased; she was ready to stay two weeks, or
only two days in Paris, as best suited him; she would adapt herself
to pictures, or to architecture, or to theatres, or to society, or to
going on and seeing nothing, exactly as he adapted himself. She never
frowned, or looked black, or had headaches, or couldn't go on, or
wouldn't stay still, or turned herself into a Niobean deluge, as some
ladies, and very nice ladies too, will sometimes do on their travels.
But she would not talk of love, or hold his hand, or turn her cheek
to his. She had made her bargain, and would keep to it. Of that which
she had promised him, she would give him full measure; of that which
she had not promised him--of which she had explained to him that
she had nothing to give--of that she would make no attempt to give
anything.

So they spent their Christmas a