I suppose she will have a fit of sulks for a month and never be done brooding over those foolish words"; and Anderson sighed as if he were an ill used man.

He had married for money, and he had got what he bargained for; love, confidence, and mutual esteem were not sought in the contract and these do not necessarily come of themselves.
"Well, the best I can do is to give her what money she wants and be done with it." * * * * * "Is not in her room ?" "No sir and her bed has not been rumpled." "Where in the world can she be ?" "I don't know, but here is a note she left." "What does she say?
read it Annette." "She says she feels that you were unjust to the Earl and that she hopes you will forgive her the steps she has taken, but by the time the letter reaches you she expects to be the Countess of Clarendon." "Poor foolish girl, you see what comes of taking a stranger to your bosom and making so much of him." "That's just like you, John Anderson, every thing that goes wrong is blamed on me.

I almost wish I was dead." "I wish so too," thought Anderson but he concluded it was prudent to keep the wish to himself.
John Anderson had no faith whatever in the pretensions of his new son-in-law, but his vain and foolish wife on the other hand was elated at the dazzling prospects of her daughter, and often in her imagination visited the palatial residence of "My Son, the Earl," and was graciously received in society as the mother of the Countess of Clarendon.

She was also highly gratified at the supposed effect of Sophronia's marriage upon a certain clique who had been too exclusive to admit her in their set.

Should not those Gladstone girls be ready to snag themselves?
and there was that Mary Talbot, did every thing she could to attract his attention but it was no go.