she made no progress at all. This was her husband’s verdict, and he justified it by telling her that she had begun her married life as the most endearing creature that could possibly be.
“And you have such a cheerful spirit!” he said, fondly. “You are like a bright light in the house.”
“Am I truly, John?”
“Are you truly? Yes, indeed. Only much more, and much better.”
“Do you know, John dear,” said Bella, taking him by a button of his coat, “that I sometimes, at odd moments — don’t laugh, John, please.”
Nothing should induce John to do it, when she asked him not to do it.
“ — That I sometimes think, John, I feel a little serious.”
“Are you too much alone, my darling?”
“O dear, no, John! The time is so short that I have not a moment too much in the week.”
“Why serious, my life, then? When serious?”
“When I laugh, I think,” said Bella, laughing as she laid her head upon his shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe, sir, that I feel serious now? But I do.” And she laughed again, and something glistened in her eyes.
“Would you like to be rich, pet?” he asked her coaxingly.
“Rich, John! How can you ask such goose’s questions?”
“Do you regret anything, my love?”
“Regret anything? No!” Bella confidently answered. But then, suddenly changing, she said, between laughing and glistening: “Oh yes, I do though. I regret Mrs. Boffin.”
“I, too, regret that separation very much. But perhaps it is only temporary. Perhaps things may so fall out, as that you may sometimes see her again — as that we may sometimes see her again.” Bella might be very anxious on the subject, but she scarcely seemed so at the moment. With an absent air, she was investigating that button on her husband’s coat, when Pa came in to spend the evening.
Pa had his special chair and his special corner reserved for him on all occasions, and — without disparagement of his domestic joys — was far happier there, than anywhere. It was always pleasantly droll to see Pa and Bella together; but on this present evening her husband thought her more than usually fantastic with him.
“You are a very good little boy,” said Bella, “to come unexpectedly, as soon as you could get out of school. And how have they used you at school to-day, you dear?”
“Well, my pet,” replied the cherub, smiling and rubbing his hands as she sat him down in his chair, “I attend two schools. There’s the Mincing Lane establishment, and there’s your mother’s Academy. Which might you mean, my dear?”
“Both,” said Bella.
“Both, eh? Why, to say the truth, both have taken a little out of me to-day, my dear, but that was to be expected. There’s no royal road to learning; and what is life but learning!”
“And what do you do with yourself when you have got your learning by heart, you silly child?”