The stir and excitement that she had created as simple Miss Ellis was nothing to the stir and excitement about Mrs.John Seymour.

It was the mere grub compared with the full-blown butterfly,--the bud compared with the rose.

Wherever she appeared, her old admirers flocked in her train.

The unmarried girls were, so to speak, nowhere.

Marriage was a new lease of power and splendor, and she revelled in it like a humming-bird in the sunshine.
And was John equally happy?
Well, to say the truth, John's head was a little turned by the possession of this curious and manifold creature, that fluttered and flapped her wings about the eyes and ears of his understanding, and appeared before him every day in some new device of the toilet, fair and fresh; smiling and bewitching, kissing and coaxing, laughing and crying, and in all ways bewildering him, the once sober-minded John, till he scarce knew whether he stood on his head or his heels.