insult to his wife and therefore to himself; and it let down a cold curtain between him and his brother.
Our wedding day, on the third of June, was splendid. Our friend Herman Rogers gave me away to my husband, and I believe he could not credit that he was seeing me in the keeping of another man, who would bear responsibility for me... They were happy moments; the pain I had endured, and the distress I had passed through, were swept away by the current of forgetfulness; and in the evening I was with David on our way to Austria.
The first lesson I learned about David was that he is more thoughtful and more precise in observation than I had expected. After he chose the castle, he reckoned it might not please me; and when the "Buick" drew up with us beside the hillside, we got out to walk along a path that goats could hardly force their way through. At last we were done climbing, and we came out at the most beautiful house I have seen in my life, built in the Austrian manner, with a spacious garden before it, a tennis court, and a swimming pool, and surrounded on every side by the peaks of the Austrian Alps. We had brought with us the cook, the servants, and the guards. Every day we would walk, and swim, and play tennis, and visit some friends; and from time to time David would satisfy his sporting passion by climbing the peaks behind the castle, and he would signal to me with a small mirror the moment he reached the highest point, while I sat in front of the house, watching him...
It was an ideal seclusion, in which we forgot the pains of the past winter; but the one thing that created a lump in our life and clouded its serenity was the returning of our thoughts to the events that had caused the abdication...
And I believe this is a natural
reaction for any two spouses who have passed through painful events... "If only you had done this..." "If only you had thought of that," or "If only you had listened to me" — these questionings came to trouble us on many occasions, until one evening David said in despair: "If we
keep to this way of thinking, we shall never reach any agreement whatever; so let us drop it, my dear, entirely..." And we swore never to return to mention of the past and the causes of the abdication, and we have kept the oath to this hour.
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