"Yes. His wife is in delicate health."
I was surprised to hear that he was married.
"He hasn't a married look, has he?"
"You are talking about me," said Remington, waking up. "I felt it
mesmerically. And, to give you a good opportunity, I will walk a mile or
two. Give me a good character, Lewis. Hold up, driver!"
Springing down, he went on, laughing, before us, now and then calling
back to ask if we were nearly through?
"He has not the 'subdued domestic smile upon his features mild', that
marks the man who has a wife at home," said I.
"No. He is a man, however, born under a lucky star, and his cup filled
with good-fortune to the brim. His self-lordship has been to him no
heritage of woe, thus far."
"A certain happiness, but necessarily of a poor quality, comes from
being able to gratify our wishes. If he has no more, it is poor enough."
"Do you mean that pleasure must be an outgrowth of pain to be properly
appreciated?" said Mr. Lewis.
"Somewhat,--mostly," said the minister; "since the insensibility that
protects one from pain prevents also delicate picture.
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