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for it! What did I tell you, eh? My dear girl, I’ve simply knocked ’em all into a cocked hat. I got double the number of votes that the other chap did, and it’s the biggest poll they’ve ever had.... Aren’t you proud that your hubby should be a County Councillor? I tell you I shall be an M.P. before I die.”

      “I congratulate you—with all my heart,” said Bertha drily; but trying to be enthusiastic.

      Edward in his excitement did not observe her coolness. He was walking up and down the room concocting schemes—asking himself how long it would be before Miles Campbell, the member, was confronted by the inevitable dilemma of the unopposed M.P., one horn of which is the Kingdom of Heaven, and the other—the House of Lords.

      Presently he stopped. “I’m not a vain man,” he remarked, “but I must say I don’t think I’ve done badly.”

      Edward, for a while, was somewhat overwhelmed by his own greatness, but the opinion came to his rescue that the rewards were only according to his deserts; and presently he entered energetically into the not very arduous duties of the County Councillor.

      Bertha continually expected to hear something to his disadvantage; but, on the contrary, everything seemed to proceed very satisfactorily; and Edward’s aptitude for business, his keenness in making a bargain, his common sense, were heralded abroad in a manner that should have been most gratifying to his wife.

      But as a matter of fact these constant praises exceedingly disquieted Bertha. She asked herself uneasily whether she was doing him an injustice. Was he really so clever; had he indeed the virtues which common report ascribed to him? Perhaps she was prejudiced; or perhaps—he was cleverer than she. This thought came like a blow, for she had never doubted that her intellect was superior to Edward’s. Their respective knowledge was not comparable: she occupied herself with ideas that Edward did not conceive; his mind was ever engaged in the utterest trivialities. He never interested himself in abstract things, and his conversation was tedious, as only the absence of speculation could make it. It was extraordinary that every one but herself should so highly estimate his intelligence. Bertha knew that his mind was paltry and his ignorance phenomenal: his pretentiousness made him a charlatan. One day he came to her, his head full of a new idea.

      “I say, Bertha, I’ve been thinking it over and it seems a pity that your name should be dropped entirely. And it sounds funny that people called Craddock should live at Court Leys.”

      “D’you think so? I don’t know how you can remedy it—unless you think of advertising for tenants with a more suitable name.”

      “Well, I was thinking it wouldn’t be a bad idea, and it would have a good effect on the county, if we took your name again.”

      He looked at Bertha, who stared at him icily, but answered nothing.

      “I’ve talked to old Bacot about it and he thinks it would be just the thing; so I think we’d better do it.”

      “I suppose you’re going to consult me on the subject.”

      “That’s what I’m doing now.”

      “Do you think of calling yourself Ley-Craddock or Craddock-Ley, or dropping the Craddock altogether?”

      “Well, to tell you the truth, I hadn’t gone so far as that yet.”

      Bertha gave a little scornful laugh. “I think the idea is perfectly ridiculous.”

      “I don’t see that; I think it would be rather an improvement.”

      “Really, Edward, if I was not ashamed to take your name, I don’t think that you need be ashamed to keep it.”

      “I say, I think you might be reasonable—you’re always standing in my way.”

      “I have no wish to do that. If you think my name will add to your importance, use it by all means.... You may call yourself Tompkins for all I care.”

      “What about you?”

      “Oh I—I shall continue to call myself Craddock.”

      “I do think it’s rough. You never do anything to help me.”

      “I am sorry you’re dissatisfied. But you forget that you have impressed one ideal on me for years: you have always given me to understand that your pattern female animal was the common or domestic cow.”

      Edward did not understand what Bertha meant, and it occurred to him dimly that it was perhaps not altogether proper.

      “You know, Edward, I always regret that you didn’t marry Fanny Glover. You would have suited one another admirably. And I think she would have worshipped you as you desire to be worshipped. I’m sure she would not have objected to your calling yourself Glover.”

      “I shouldn’t have wanted to take her name. That’s no better than Craddock. The only thing in Ley is that it’s an old county name, and has belonged to your people.”

      “That is why I don’t choose that you should use it.”

      Chapter XXVII

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       Time passed slowly, slowly. Bertha wrapped her pride about her like a cloak, but sometimes it seemed too heavy to bear and she nearly fainted. The restraint which she imposed upon herself was often intolerable; anger and hatred seethed within her, but she forced herself to preserve the smiling face which people had always seen. She suffered intensely from her loneliness of spirit, she had not a soul to whom she could tell her unhappiness. It is terrible to have no means of expressing oneself, to keep imprisoned always the anguish that gnaws at one’s heart-strings. It is well enough for the writer, he can find solace in his words, he can tell his secret and yet not betray it: but the woman has only silence.

      Bertha loathed Edward now with such angry, physical repulsion that she could not bear his touch; and every one she knew, was his admiring friend. How could she tell Fanny Glover that Edward was a fool who bored her to death, when Fanny Glover thought him the best and most virtuous of mankind? She was annoyed that in the universal estimation Edward should have eclipsed her so entirely: once his only importance lay in the fact that he was her husband, but now the positions were reversed. She found it very irksome thus to shine with reflected light, and at the same time despised herself for the petty jealousy. She could not help remembering that Court Leys was hers, and that if she chose she could send Edward away like a hired servant.

      At last she felt it impossible longer to endure his company; he made her stupid and vulgar; she was ill and weak, and she utterly despaired. She made up her mind to go away again, this time for ever.

      “If I stay, I shall kill myself.”

      For two days Edward had been utterly miserable; a favourite dog had died, and he was brought to the verge of tears. Bertha watched him contemptuously.

      “You are more affected over the death of a wretched poodle than you have ever been over a pain of mine.”

      “Oh, don’t rag me now, there’s a good girl. I can’t bear it.”

      “Fool!” muttered Bertha, under her breath.

      He went about with hanging head and melancholy face, telling every one the particulars of the beast’s demise, in a voice quivering with emotion.

      “Poor fellow!” said Miss Glover. “He has such a good heart.”

      Bertha could hardly repress the bitter invective that rose to her lips. If people knew the coldness with which he had met her love, the indifference he had shown to her tears and to her despair! She despised herself when she remembered the utter self-abasement of the past.

      “He made me drink the cup of humiliation to the very dregs.”

      From the height of her disdain she summed him up for the thousandth time. It was inexplicable that she had been subject

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