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To her
mind he was all that was great, strong, noble, and beautiful--he was her
master, her king,--and she loved to pay him homage by her exquisite
humility, clinging tenderness, and complete, contented submission. She
was neither weak nor timid,--her character, moulded on grand and simple
lines of duty, saw the laws of Nature in their true light, and accepted
them without question. It seemed to her quite clear that man was the
superior,--woman the inferior, creature--and she could not understand
the possibility of any wife not rendering instant and implicit obedience
to her husband, even in trifles.
Since her wedding-day no dark cloud had crossed her heaven of happiness,
though she had been a little confused and bewildered at first by the
wealth and dainty luxury with which Sir Philip had delighted to surround
her. She had been married quietly at Christiania, arrayed in one of her
own simple white gowns, with no ornament save a cluster of pale
blush-roses, the gift of Lorimer.


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