" Mrs. Catlin was still too attractive
herself to feel her daughter a rival, and the two years which had
followed had been delightful years to them both. Then something which
they regarded as most romantic occurred. On the day Enid was eighteen,
and her mother thirty-seven, there had been a double wedding, Mrs. Catlin
becoming the wife of a prosperous medical man, while Enid married a young
soldier who had just come in for L4,000, which he and his girl-wife
at once proceeded to spend.
To-day, in spite of herself, her mind went back insistently to her first
marriage--that marriage of which she never spoke, but of which she was
afraid she would have to tell Godfrey Radmore some day. She was shrewd
enough to know that many a man in love with a widow would be surprised
and taken aback were he suddenly told that she had been married before,
not once, but twice.
Unknowingly to them both, the young, generous, devoted, lover-husband, to
whom even now she sometimes threw a retrospective, kindly thought, had
done her an irreparable injury. He had opened to her the gates of a
material paradise--the kind of paradise in which a young woman enjoys a
constant flow of ready money.
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