it was a brilliant match for miss bernardstone, who had no fortune at all, and all her friends were of the opinion that she had done very well after easter she was in london with her people, and i saw a good deal of them, in fact, i rather cultivated them. they might perhaps even have thought me a little patronizing, if they had been given to thinking that sort of thing. but they were not; that is not in their line. english people are very apt to attribute motives,—some of them attribute much worse ones than we poor simpletons in america recognize, than we have even heard of! but that is only some of them; others don’t, but take everything literally and genially. that was the case with the bernardstones; you could be sure that on their way home, after dining with you, they would n’t ask each other how in the world any one could call you pretty, or say that many people did believe, all the same, that you had poisoned your grandfather.

lady emily was exceedingly gratified at her daughter’s engagement; of course she was very quiet about it, she did n’t clap her hands or drag in mr. tester’s name; but it was easy to see that she felt a kind of maternal peace, an abiding satisfaction. the young man behaved as well as possible, was constantly seen with joscelind, and smiled down at her in the kindest, most protecting way. they looked beautiful together; you would have said it was a duty for people whose color matched so well to marry. of course he was immensely taken up, and did n’t come very often to see me; but he came sometimes, and when he sat there he had a look which i did n’t understand at first. presently i saw what it expressed; in my drawing-room he was off duty, he had no longer to sit up and play a part; he would lean back and rest and draw a long breath, and forget that the day of his execution was fixed. there was to be no indecent haste about the marriage; it was not to take place till after the session, at the end of august it puzzled me and rather distressed me. that his heart should n’t be a little more in the matter; it seemed strange to be engaged to so charming a girl and yet go through with it as if it were simply a social duty. if one had n’t been in love with her at first, one ought to have been at the end of a week or two. if ambrose tester was not (and to me he did n’t pretend to be), he carried it off, as i have said, better than i should have expected. he was a gentleman, and he behaved like a gentleman, with the added punctilio, i think, of being sorry for his betrothed. but it was difficult to see what, in the long run, he could expect to make of such a position. if a man marries an ugly, unattractive woman for reasons of state, the thing is comparatively simple; it is understood between them, and he need have no remorse at not offering her a sentiment of which there has been no question. but when he picks out a charming creature to gratify his father and les convenances, it is not so easy to be happy in not being able to care for her. it seemed to me that it would have been much better for ambrose tester to bestow himself upon a girl who might have given him an excuse for tepidity. his wife should have been healthy but stupid, prolific but morose. did he expect to continue not to be in love with joscelind, or to conceal from her the mechanical nature of his attentions? it was difficult to see how he could wish to do the one or succeed in doing the other. did he expect such a girl as that would be happy if he did n’t love her? and did he think himself capable of being happy if it should turn out that she was miserable? if she should n’t be miserable,—that is, if she should be indifferent, and, as they say, console herself, would he like that any better?

i asked myself all these questions and i should have liked to ask them of mr. tester; but i did n’t, for after all he could n’t have answered them. poor young man! he did n’t pry into things as i do; he was not analytic, like us americans, as they say in reviews. he thought he was behaving remarkably well, and so he was—for a man; that was the strange part of it. it had been proper that in spite of his reluctance he should take a wife, and he had dutifully set about it. as a good thing is better for being well done, he had taken the best one he could possibly find. he was enchanted with—with his young lady, you might ask? not in the least; with himself; that is the sort of person a man is! their virtues are more dangerous than their vices, and heaven preserve you when they want to keep a promise! it is never a promise to you, you will notice. a man will sacrifice a woman to live as a gentleman should, and then ask for your sympathy—for him! and i don’t speak of the bad ones, but of the good. they, after all, are the worst ambrose tester, as i say, did n’t go into these details, but synthetic as he might be, was conscious that his position was false. he felt that sooner or later, and rather sooner than later, he would have to make it true,—a process that could n’t possibly be agreeable. he would really have to make up his mind to care for his wife or not to care for her. what would lady vandeleur say to one alternative, and what would little joscelind say to the other? that is what it was to have a pertinacious father and to be an accommodating son. with me, it was easy for ambrose tester to be superficial, for, as i tell you, if i did n’t wish to engage him, i did n’t wish to disengage him, and i did n’t insist lady vandeleur insisted, i was afraid; to be with her was of course very complicated; even more than miss bernardstone she must have made him feel that his position was false. i must add that he once mentioned to me that she had told him he ought to marry. at any rate, it is an immense thing to be a pleasant fellow. our young fellow was so universally pleasant that of course his fiancée came in for her share. so did lady emily, suffused with hope, which made her pinker than ever; she told me he sent flowers even to her. one day in the park, i was riding early; the row was almost empty. i came up behind a lady and gentleman who were walking their horses, close to each other, side by side in a moment i recognized her, but not before seeing that nothing could have been more benevolent than the way ambrose tester was bending over his future wife. if he struck me as a lover at that moment, of course he struck her so. but that is n’t the way they ride to-day.