are still present, and with a return of the flesh she has lost in hard
work she will have all her looks. A handsome woman is just as handsome
to a man as a handsome girl is to a green young man like Mr. Bachelor.
My friend is hugging the shores of personal expense very closely for the
purpose of having two weeks in the country with his wife during the heat
of July. This woman's face does not intoxicate him as it once
unquestionably did. Neither does the "Trovatore miserere," nor the
"William Tell" or "Poet and Peasant" overtures so delight him as once
upon a time. Nevertheless there is in him a secret joy of possession,
calm and pleasant, in contemplating the wife, and a quiet satisfaction,
in hearing the music, that the taste of his youth was so thoroughly
good.