The Yellow Room

by anon

Chapter Six - The End

Quoth she, "before you tumbled me you promised me to wed." - OLD SONG

So life continued for a long while at Bosmere Hall. The summer ripened into autumn; winter followed, and then spring - when, on good authority, it is said the thoughts turn to love.

The hunting had delighted Alice, notwithstanding that she had been once or twice soundly birched by her uncle in the open air for some error of the menage, and made to ride home without trousers.

She came, however, to like these punishments; but one day she thought she had seriously offended him, for he declared his intention of marrying her to his heir. She would have preferred him.

The Yellow Room 6 The heir and she met at a ball. He was a charming young man. Alice's bashfulness had long departed. She recognised some likeness to her uncle - she knew his wishes. She waltzed five or six times with her cousin, who was intoxicated with her beauty and her short dress, her openwork stockings with the clocks at the side, the tiny little dancing shoes, the rosy flesh, and the perfume of love in every breath she exhaled.

They went together to supper, and afterwards retired to a distant conservatory. Soon his arm was about her, while his other hand was busily engaged, to her delight, underneath her petticoats. The honeyed phrases and sweet nothings that so please lovers followed, and they were to be married in three months.

The period rapidly passed.

On her wedding day her uncle presented her with a hundred thousand pounds personal property of his own, which became her own, apart from her husband and the inheritance and settlements, and also with the famous cairngorms.

Alice smiled and wept, as brides will, on her departure to spend Easter with her husband in Rome.

She taught him much, and, on the other hand, learned one or two things from him. But what surprised her most of all was that, whilst she often thought with ridicule and contempt of the days spent with her old aunt in Yorkshire, she always regarded with joy and satisfaction those spent at Bosmere Hall with her uncle and Maud, and felt she would ever consider them the happiest of her life.

"The most secret parts of virgins have been submitted to the examination of ignorant matrons and prejudiced physicians, without dreaming that such an act of indecency is an offence against virginity; that the attempt to discover it is a rape in itself that every shameful situation and every indecent condition at which a virgin is obliged to blush within, is a real defloration."
BUFFON
.... The End