I have wittingly endured peril for
his sake, knowing of course that ultimately he would get me out of
danger; but peril is peril just the same, and to that extent
distracting to the nerves. I have been upset in a canoe at Bar
Harbor, and lost on a mountain in Vermont. I have sprained my ankle
at Saratoga, and fainted at a dance at Lenox; but no complaint have I
uttered--not even the suggestion of a rebellion have I given. Once,
I admit, I was disposed to resent his desire that I should wear a
certain costume, which he, man as he is, could not see would be
wofully unbecoming. Authors have no business to touch on such
things. But I overcame the temptation to rebel, and to please him
wore a blue and pink shirt-waist with a floral silk skirt at a
garden-party--I suppose he thought floral silk was appropriate to the
garden; nor did I even show my mortification to those about me.
Nothing was said in the book about its being Stuart Harley's taste;
it must needs be set down as mine; and while the pages of Harley's
book contain no criticism of my costume, I know well enough what all
the other women thought about it.
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