es of cleverness or good looks.

_Beverly._ Perhaps not. At the same time, he was her superior in some nice
points. Pretty although the bride was, and enviable as we considered his
good-luck, one could not help wincing for him when this delicate, refined
little creature "showed off" before the crowd of indifferent passengers.
At table she put her face so close to his, and when they stood or sat
together on deck she hung about him in such a way, that, as I noticed over
and over, it brought the blood to his cheeks and made him ashamed to raise
his eyes. Depend upon it, that young man, in spite of his infatuation,
said within himself a hundred times on his wedding-journey, "Poor innocent
little darling! she has no idea of the attention she attracts to us."

_Mrs. M._ (eagerly). Yes, she did know all about it. She was so proud of
being newly married that if everyone with whom she came in contact would
not allude to her position she made a point of confiding the fact that she
was a bride of a week, and actually wore me out with pouring her raptures
into my ears.

_Miss A._ Jenny, you should not have told that. It will confirm Mr.
Beverly in his cynicism regarding her want of taste.

_Philip._ I remember the morning the young fellow and I walked into
Chicoutimi together that I said to him, "Lately married, I believe?" and
he only nodded stiffly and pointed out the falls in the distance.

_Beverly._ Now, it is a deliciously pretty blunder for a bride to proclaim
her good-luck, but it is a blunder nevertheless. For six months a man
forgives it: after that he has no fondness for being paraded as a part and
parcel of a woman's belongings. By that time he has probably found out
that she is not all gushing unconsciousness. Besides this adorable
innocence I observed something else in this pretty bride. Despite her
fresh raptures, she was capable of jealousy: if her husband left her for
an hour he found her a trifle sullen on his return.

_Miss A._ She had nobody else.

_Mrs. M._ She naturally wanted to feel that he was interested in nothing
besides her.

_Beverly._ But she should not have shown it. This is another perverse and
suicidal inconsistency on a woman's part: she should never exhibit these
small meannesses of pique, sullen tempers, jealousy, to her husband, since
they place her wholly at a disadvantage, making her less attractive than
the objects she wishes to detach him from.

_Mrs. M._ (a little embarrassed and l