At first
she was amused; then she was inexpressibly bored; at last she was
desperate. She was not used to being indoors all day, she was not used
to spending her time with elderly ladies who talked of moral
obligations, and social demands, and civic consciences. The duties of
her married life which had promised such interesting responsibilities,
and wonderful opportunities for aiding the Doctor in his great work,
seemed to be shrinking into the dull task of keeping herself and the
children out of his way, preserving a tomb-like silence in the house,
and entertaining an endless round of callers.
Even this would have been bearable if the Doctor could only have taken
time from his soul-absorbing work to listen at the end of the day,
with amused tenderness, to all her little experiences, if he had
discussed with her the best way of handling the children, laughed with
her over her struggles with Myrtella, and encouraged those
affectionate words and caresses that were so much a part of her
nature.
If he could have done this, Miss Lady would have soon found
satisfaction in lavishing her affection upon him. It was her bent to
be passionately attached to those about her, and she was not one to
stand still in a mental or emotional imprisonment.
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