"
"Will you permit me to give you a little advice?" said Mr. Fabian.
"Why not, Fabian, you are my husband, and as such you have the right to
do so."
"Then I would say, drop the subject where it stands."
"Are you not fearful! Do you not shudder at the possibility of an
unpleasant event?"
"O, my dearest Ulgenie, can I for a moment doubt your strength of soul,
your virtue?"
"It is true I am thus strongly armed, and I thank you, my dear Fabian,
for confiding in my faithfulness."--As was usual a few cheering
sun-beams followed the cooling shower.--"Forgive me, my dear husband,
for harrowing your feelings; but there are times when even the strongest
minded are weak."
"You are an exception, my love."
These confident words had nearly renewed the vexation within Mistress
Ulrica's bosom; but suddenly she was struck with an idea that caused her
to assume a still more affectionate expression of countenance.
"We will trouble ourselves no more concerning that deeply to be pitied
young man. I have something else which I wish to confide to you.
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