Mrs Musgrave and Her Husband Author:Richard Marsh General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1901 Original Publisher: J. Long Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select ... more »from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER III. FEEDING THE DUCKS. Two days passed, and they were still in Worthing. To Mr. Musgrave they were not days of perfect happiness, -- as a man's days should be when he is on his honeymoon. He was troubled by his wife's relations with the big and burly Dr. Byam. That was because he knew what he knew. There was nothing in their demeanour towards each other which could have given the most punctilious husband even a momentary twinge. But one does not expect one's wife to be on terms of intimacy with the man who hung her father. It is a situation to which one has to become accustomed. On the morning of the third day the husband rose somewhat earlier than usual, and breakfast was a joyous meal. The lady was a lady of infinite charm. Her mood was marvellous. So simple, and so sweet, she ravished her husband's heart. Her eyes were so full of love for him, that his love for her became a sort of sublimated intoxication. She was so beautiful! So instinct, too, with grace! So delicately witty, so happy! Her every tone to him was music. It was lotus-land. After breakfast she went into the garden of the hotel, and he in search of his cigar-case. He walked as through Elysian fields. As he was passing along the corridor a man stopped him, -- a chance acquaintace of the smoking-room. " This is sad news about your friend." Stopping, Mr. Musgrave looked at the speaker. He was a little stout old gentleman, with a bald head and a deprecatory manner. " My friend ? What friend ?" " I mean your friend, Dr. Byam." "Dr. Byam is no friend of mine." " No ? I've seen you together. I th...« less