So Natalie and I were betrothed within a month of our first meeting.Within three we were married, for what was there to prevent or delay? Naturally Sir Alfred was delighted, seeing that he possessed but small private resources and I was able to make ample provision for his daughter who had hitherto shown herself somewhat difficult in this business of matrimony and now was bordering on her twenty-seventh year.Everybody was delighted, everything went smoothly as a sledge sliding down a slope of frozen snow and the mists of time hid whatever might be at the end of that slope.Probably a plain; at the worst the upward rise of ordinary life.
That is what we thought, if we thought at all.Certainly we never dreamed of a precipice.Why should we, who were young, by comparison, quite healthy and very rich? Who thinks of precipices under such circumstances, when disaster seems to be eliminated and death is yet a long way off?
And yet we ought to have done so, because we should have known that smooth surfaces without impediment to the runners often end in something of the kind.
I am bound to say that when we returned home to Fulcombe, where of course we met with a great reception, including the ringing (out of tune) of the new peal of bells that I had given to the church, Bastin made haste to point this out.
"Your wife seems a very nice and beautiful lady, Arbuthnot," he reflected aloud after dinner, when Mrs.Bastin, glowering as usual, though what at I do not know, had been escorted from the room by Natalie, "and really, when I come to think of it, you are an unusually fortunate person.You possess a great deal of money, much more than you have any right to; which you seem to have done very little to earn and do not spend quite as I should like you to do, and this nice property, that ought to be owned by a great number of people, as, according to the views you express, Ishould have thought you would acknowledge, and everything else that a man can want.It is very strange that you should be so favoured and not because of any particular merits of your own which one can see.However, I have no doubt it will all come even in the end and you will get your share of troubles, like others.
Perhaps Mrs.Arbuthnot will have no children as there is so much for them to take.Or perhaps you will lose all your money and have to work for your living, which might be good for you.Or,"he added, still thinking aloud after his fashion, "perhaps she will die young--she has that kind of face, although, of course, Ihope she won't," he added, waking up.
I do not know why, but his wandering words struck me cold; the proverbial funeral bell at the marriage feast was nothing to them.I suppose it was because in a flash of intuition I knew that they would come true and that he was an appointed Cassandra.
Perhaps this uncanny knowledge overcame my natural indignation at such super-gaucherie of which no one but Bastin could have been capable, and even prevented me from replying at all, so that Imerely sat still and looked at him.
But Bickley did reply with some vigour.
