Clive acquiesced with a groan,
but--with a touching and generous resignation as we both thought. "She is
right, Pen," he said, "I think your wife is always right. I will try,
Laura, and bear my part, God help me! I will do my duty and strive my
best to soothe and gratify my poor dear little woman. They will be making
caps and things, and will not interrupt me in my studio. Of nights I can
go to Clipstone Street and work at the Life. There's nothing like the
Life, Pen. So you see I shan't be much at home except at meal-times, when
by nature I shall have my mouth full, and no opportunity of quarrelling
with poor Mrs. Mac." So he went home, followed and cheered by the love
and pity of my dear wife, and determined stoutly to bear this heavy yoke
which fate had put on him.
To do Mrs. Mackenzie justice, that lady backed up with all her might the
statement which my wife had put forward, with a view of soothing poor
Clive, viz., that the residence of his mother-in-law in his house was
only to be temporary.
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