Three months later, Cynthia returned to London from her honeymoon. Lady Theodosia thought that she looked handsomer than ever; as a work of art she seemed more finished. Parisian dressmakers are certainly clever; and what picture does not look better for a tasteful frame? Her expression, however, was scarcely contented.
"Are you disappointed in Edward?" Lady Theodosia ventured to say one day, when Cynthia seemed in a talking mood.
" How could I be disappointed in him?" said the bride; "is he a man who leads one to expect much?"
"Is he kind? " said Lady Theodosia.
Cynthia smiled. "He is manageable."
"Well," said her aunt, "that is something. I hope he is generous."
"There is Scotch blood in the family, you know," said Cynthia.
"Still, you don't regret the marriage? " said Lady Theodosia; "you don't think you could have done better? "
"I make it a rule never to regret anything," said Cynthia; "regret is a bore. I prefer to call my mistakes experience."
"I don't think you would have been happier with—a poor man," said her aunt, after a pause.