Clive's domestic
affairs were often talked over by our little set. Warrington and F. B.
knew of his unhappiness. We three had strongly opined that the women
being together at Boulogne, should stay there and live there, Clive
sending them over pecuniary aid as his means permitted. "They must hate
each other pretty well by this time," growls George Warrington. "Why on
earth should they not part?" "What a woman that Mrs. Mackenzie is!" cries
F. B. "What an infernal tartar and catamaran! She who was so uncommonly
smiling and soft-spoken, and such a fine woman, by jingo! What puzzles
all women are!" F. B. sighed, and drowned further reflection in beer.
On the other side, and most strongly advocating Rosey's return to Clive,
was Mrs. Laura Pendennis; with certain arguments for which she had
chapter and verse, and against which we of the separatist party had no
appeal. "Did he marry her only for the days of her prosperity?" asked
Laura. "Is it right, is it manly, that he should leave her now she is
unhappy--poor little creature--no woman had ever more need of protection;
and who should be her natural guardian save her husband? Surely, Arthur,
you forget--have you forgotten them yourself, sir?--the solemn vows which
Clive made at the altar.
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