The marriage of Soames with Annette took place in Paris on the last day

of January, 1901, with such privacy that not even Emily was told until

it was accomplished.

The day after the wedding he brought her to one of those quiet hotels

in London where greater expense can be incurred for less result than

anywhere else under heaven. Her beauty in the best Parisian frocks was

giving him more satisfaction than if he had collected a perfect bit of

china, or a jewel of a picture; he looked forward to the moment when he

would exhibit her in Park Lane, in Green Street, and at Timothy's.

If some one had asked him in those days, "In confidence--are you in love

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with this girl?" he would have replied: "In love? What is love? If you

mean do I feel to her as I did towards Irene in those old days when I

first met her and she would not have me; when I sighed and starved after

her and couldn't rest a minute until she yielded--no! If you mean do I

admire her youth and prettiness, do my senses ache a little when I see

her moving about--yes! Do I think she will keep me straight, make me a

creditable wife and a good mother for my children?--again, yes!"

"What more do I need? and what more do three-quarters of the women who

are married get from the men who marry them?" And if the enquirer had

pursued his query, "And do you think it was fair to have tempted this

girl to give herself to you for life unless you have really touched her

heart?" he would have answered: "The French see these things differently

from us. They look at marriage from the point of view of establishments

and children; and, from my own experience, I am not at all sure that

theirs is not the sensible view. I shall not expect this time more than

I can get, or she can give. Years hence I shouldn't be surprised if I

have trouble with her; but I shall be getting old, I shall have children

by then. I shall shut my eyes. I have had my great passion; hers is

perhaps to come--I don't suppose it will be for me. I offer her a great

deal, and I don't expect much in return, except children, or at least a

son. But one thing I am sure of--she has very good sense!"

And if, insatiate, the enquirer had gone on, "You do not look, then, for

spiritual union in this marriage?" Soames would have lifted his sideway

smile, and rejoined: "That's as it may be. If I get satisfaction for my

senses, perpetuation of myself; good taste and good humour in the house;

it is all I can expect at my age. I am not likely to be going out of my

way towards any far-fetched sentimentalism." Whereon, the enquirer must

in good taste have ceased enquiry.




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