I would not give the impression that, at this time, I felt hurt at the coldness and reserve of Ernest, as exhibited in society.

I was fearful of displeasing him by showing too much pleasure in what did not appear to interest him; but when the door was closed on the departing guest and he exclaimed,-- "Thank heaven! we are once more alone!" I could not help echoing the sentiment which brought us so close to each other, and rejoiced with him that formality and restraint no longer interfered with the freedom of love and the joys of home.

He never appeared so illumined with intellect, so glowing with feeling, as in moments like these; and I was flattered that a mind so brilliant, and a heart so warm, reserved their brightness and their warmth for me.

If he was happy with me, and me only, how supremely blest should I be, with a companion so intellectual and fascinating! If Edith were but near, so that I could say to her occasionally, "How happy I am!" if Mrs.Linwood were with me to know that nothing had yet arisen to disturb the heaven of our wedded happiness; if excellent Dr.Harlowe could only call in once in a while, with his pleasant words and genial smiles; or kindly feeling, awkward Mr.Regulus, I should not have a wish ungratified.
It is true I sometimes wished I had something to do, but we had supernumerary servants, and if I found any employment it must have been similar to that of Jack the bean-boy, who poured his beans on the floor and then picked them up again.

I was fond of sewing.