When you are married, Sir Edgar, your wife will take all this happiness from me." "I do not see why," I replied, dryly, inwardly wishing myself safe in Clare's room.
"Ah! you do not understand--men never can understand the love of women.
Wives, above all, are so very jealous.

Fancy, if ever I wanted to make your tea, or get anything ready for you, she would be angry, and I should be wretched." "In that case you must make tea for Clare instead of me." "If I am anywhere near you, I must always attend to you before every one and anything in the wide world," she said, impulsively.
"You are making very sure that my wife will not like you," I said.

"What if I have no wife ?" She shook her head gravely.
"You will marry, Sir Edgar.

All the Trevelyans of Crown Anstey marry, as becomes the head of a grand old family.

You will marry, and your wife will be the happiest woman in the world." "I may be a modern Bluebeard, Coralie." "No; you will not.