JEM: "OH, NO! I'M NOT!"]

SIR W.: And yet I believe that with a little tact, a little gentleness,

you would be able to manage Kitty, just as I have managed your aunt all

these long years. There is no doubting the dear girl's affection for

you. Remember her joy when her mother's scruples as to the length of

your engagement were overcome.

JEM: That's true enough. Kitty was very fond of me three months ago. But

it isn't only fondness I require of a wife. She must be bored when I'm

bored, and keen when I'm keen, and that sort of thing, you know.

SIR W.: Yes! I see. In fact, lose her identity, as your dear good aunt

has lost hers!

JEM (_aside_): Or, rather, as you have lost yours!

SIR W.: Well, I'll try and view things in your light, my good fellow. At

the same time, you must have great patience--very great patience, Jem,

and then all may come right in the end. It _is_ true I never needed

patience with your aunt. But had there been the necessity, I should have

been equal to the demand. Now, I daresay your little quarrels have been

but short lived; and that after having caused Kitty any vexation, you

have always been ready to come forward with kind words to make up your

differences?

JEM: Yes, ready! But not _too_ ready, as I feared too much indulgence

might not be advisable. Now, one morning, after having been out early, I

determined to give up fishing for the rest of the day to please Kitty.

On my way home--remember, it was before eight o'clock--I met her

betaking herself to what she calls "matins." Now, I like a girl to be

good and strict, and all that sort of thing. But imagine going to church

at eight o'clock on a Monday morning!

SIR W.: A slight error in judgment; you might easily forgive the dear

child.

JEM: I didn't find it easy. I said so. And Kitty refused her breakfast

in consequence--only to aggravate me.

SIR W.: No! No! Perhaps she fasted only to soften your heart!

JEM: Far from it. In fact, to sum up the whole matter, we have no common

sympathies. Kitty has not even any ambition, for instance, as to my

future. You know I wish to stand for Portborough one day?

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