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, but now for the moment fiercely enjoying
both--"I think," he pursued slowly, "there can be no question of our
answer. I must, of course, make inquiry into your circumstances, and
assure myself that I am not bestowing Mehetabel on an evil-liver.
Worthless as she is, I owe her this precaution, which you must
pardon. I will be prompt, sir. In two days, if you return, you
shall have my decision; and if my inquiries have satisfied me--as I
make no doubt they will--my wife and I can only accept your offer and
express our high sense of your condescension."
Mr. Wright gazed, open-mouthed, from husband to wife. He saw that
Mrs. Wesley was trembling, but her eyes held no answer for him.
He was trembling too.
"You mean that I'm to come along?" he managed to stammer.
"I do, sir. On the day after to-morrow you may come for my answer.
Meanwhile--"
Mr. Wright never knew what words the Rector choked down. They would
have surprised him considerably. As it was, reading his dismissal in
a slight motion of Mrs. Wesley's hand, he made his escape; but had to
pull himself up on the front doorstep to take his bearings and assure
himself that he stood on his feet.
CHAPTER VII.
"She graced my humble roof and blest my life,
Blest me by a far greater name than wife;
Yet still I bore an undisputed sway,
Nor was't her task, but pleasure, to obey;
Scarce thought, much less could act, what I denied.
In our low house there was no room for pride:" etc.
The Rev. Samuel Wesley's Verses of his Wife.
"It is an unhappiness almost peculiar to our family that your
father and I seldom think alike. . . ."
"I am, I believe, got on the right side of fifty, infirm and
weak; yet, old as I am, since I have taken my husband 'for
better, for worse,' I'll take my residence with him: where he
lives, I will live: and where he dies, will I die: and there
will I be buried. God do so unto me and more also, if aught
but death part him and me."
Mrs. Wesley's Letters.
Mrs. Wesley guessed well enough what manner of words her husband had
choked down. She stood and watched his face, waiting for him to lift
his eyes. But he refused obstinately to lift them, and went on
rearranging with aimless fingers the pens and papers on his
writing-table. At length she plucked up her courage. "Husband," she
said, "let us take counsel
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