For the first few days of their honeymoon, the bridegroom stayed home with his bride—walking, riding, or playing with her in the mornings, and reading, singing, or conversing with her in the evenings.
On Sunday, she asked him to take her to church, and he took her to the nearest one of the sect to which she belonged.
On Monday, he took her into the city, to show her the public buildings and other objects of interest.
On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, they remained quietly at home. The weather was very inclement. It had been raining three days, and the roads were very bad.
Alexander spent the time in doors, in writing letters, examining accounts, and reading to Drusilla, while she worked with her needle. But the gay young man of the world found this life “slow.”
On the third dull afternoon that the poor little bride had tried her best to enliven, while he sat reading to her as she sewed, he suddenly threw the book from him, got up, yawned, walked up and down the room a few turns, looked out of the window at the drizzling rain and gloomy sky, and then turning to his companion, said:
“Drusa, the weather is infernal, but—the German Opera is in Washington, and our carriage is close. So what do you say to braving the rain and the wind to see Der Freichutz by the best troupe of artists that has ever appeared in the city.”
She looked up quickly, and saw that he was anxious to go. She replied:
“I shall be delighted, Alick.”
“You are not afraid of taking cold?”