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“Then I changed the subject to churches and preachers, for I did not want her to think I was saying too much about my husband, and asked her who was the best preacher in the village. When she said it was Mr. Barnes, I asked her if she went to his church. She answered that she did, and then I told her that I was also an Episcopalian, but that Bernard’s parents were Methodists. I did not think, however, that this would make much difference, for when he began to go regularly to church, I was sure he would rather go with me than to travel off somewhere by himself.

“I did not suppose that Miss Temple would care so much about what I was saying, but she did seem to care, and listened attentively to every word.

“‘You must not think I am talking too much about my family affairs,’ I remarked, ‘but doesn’t it strike you that a really good wife ought to try just as hard as she can to be on good terms with her husband’s family, no matter how queer they may be? I mean the women in it; for they are more likely to be queer than the men. For if she does not do this,’ I continued, ‘the worst of the trouble, if there is any, will come on him. He will have to take sides either with his wife or his sisters,–and mother too, if he happens to have one,–and that would be sure to make him unhappy if he is a good-hearted man, such as Bernard is.’

“At this Miss Temple burst out laughing, and it was the first time I had ever heard her laugh so heartily. As soon as she could speak she exclaimed: ‘Are you going to ask me to marry your husband if you should happen to die?’

“I must have turned as red as the most scarlet poppy, for I felt my face burn. I hesitated a little, but I was obliged to tell the truth, and so I stammered out that I had been thinking of something of the kind.

“‘Oh, please don’t look so troubled,’ said she. ‘Several persons have spoken to me on the same subject; but I never should have dreamed that such an idea would come into your head. I think it is the funniest thing in the world!’ And then she laughed again.

“I was greatly embarrassed, and all I could say was that I hoped I had not offended her.

“‘Oh, not in the least,’ she said. ‘I am getting used to this sort of thing, and I can bear it.’

“This remark helped me very much, for I resented it. ‘I do not see what there is to bear,’ I said. ‘Such a man as Bernard–and then I have special reasons–‘

“‘Oh, yes,’ she interrupted quickly; ‘each one has a special reason. But there is one general reason that is common to all. Now tell me, my dear,’–and as she spoke she took both my hands and looked steadily into my face,–‘were you not about to ask me to marry your husband, in case of your death, because you could think of it without being jealous of me, and because you are afraid he might marry some one of whom you would probably be jealous if you knew of it?’

“She looked at me in such a kind, strong way that I was obliged to confess that this was my reason for speaking to her about Bernard. ‘I cannot exactly explain,’ I added, and my face burned again, ‘why I should think about you in this way; but I hope you will not imagine–‘

“‘Oh, I shall not imagine anything that will be disagreeable to you,’ she said; and she looked just as good-humored as possible.”

“Does that lady live in any place where my wife can get at her?” asked the Master of the House, as the Next Neighbor paused to take breath.