But, of course, all that, instead of deterring me, only increased the fascination which she exercised, and made me more madly in love than ever.
"Her name was not a particularly attractive one; but what are names! It was Arethusa Wiggins.

Now the old man always called her "Arry," which sounded like the vulgar pronunciation of "Harry." Of course I couldn't call her that, and Arethusa was too infernally long, for a fellow doesn't want to be all day in pronouncing his wife's name.
Besides, it isn't a bad name in itself, of course; it's poetic, classic, and does to name a ship of war, but isn't quite the thing for one's home and hearth.
"After our marriage we spent the honeymoon in Switzerland, and then came home.

I had a very nice estate, and have it yet.

You've never heard of Dacres Grange, perhaps--well, there's where we began life, and a devil of a life she began to lead me.

It was all very well at first.