The little fond attentions that we look for in a husband of only six months' standing; and the tender reciprocations which are sure to follow, were all wanting here.

Constance spoke of this, and I answered, lightly, to cover the regret the fact occasioned-- "It is not fashionable in good society, you know, for husband and wife to show any interest in each other." She laid her hand suddenly upon my arm, and looked lovingly into my face.
"May we never make a part of good society, then!" I kissed her pure lips, and answered, "There is no present prospect of it, my Constance.

I am not ambitious of social distinction.

Still, our trial in this direction may come, for you know that I am not without ambition professionally.

A chair in one of the medical schools might tempt me to an Atlantic city." Constance smiled, as she still rested her hand upon my arm.