The story of Burgo Fitzgerald was told to him, and he supposed that most girls had some such story to tell. He thought little about it, and by no means understood her when she said to him, with all the impressiveness which she could throw into the words, "You must know that I have really loved him." "You must love me now," he had replied with a smile; and then as regarded his mind, the thing was over. And since his marriage he had thought that things matrimonial had gone well with him, and with her too. He gave her almost unlimited power of enjoying her money, and interfered but little in her way of life. Sometimes he would say a word of caution to her with reference to those childish ways which hardly became the dull dignity of his position; and his words then would have in them something of unintentional severity,--whether instigated or not by the red-haired Radical Member of Parliament, I will not pretend to say;--but on the whole he was contented and loved his wife, as he thought, very heartily, and at least better than he loved any one else. One cause of unhappiness, or rather one doubt as to his entire good fortune, was beginning to make itself felt, as his wife had to her sorrow already discovered. He had hoped that before this he might have heard that she would give him a child. But the days were young yet for that trouble, and the care had not become a sorrow.

The story of Burgo Fitzgerald was told to him, and he supposed that most girls had some such story to tell. He thought little about it, and did not understood her when she said to him, as impressively as she could, "You must know that I really loved him."
"You must love me now," he had replied with a smile; and then he forgot about it. Since his marriage he had thought that things matrimonial had gone well with him, and with her too. He gave her almost unlimited power of enjoying her money, and interfered little in her way of life. Sometimes he would say a word of caution to her about her childish ways; and his words would hold some unintentional severity - whether instigated or not by the red-haired Member of Parliament, I will not say - but on the whole he was contented and loved his wife, as he thought, very heartily, and at least better than he loved anyone else.
One cause of care was beginning to make itself felt: he had hoped that his wife might soon give him a child. But the days were young, and the care had not become a sorrow.
