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knit frame was capable of botli rtion and 



great endurance. Hut probably what attracted women 

 most was his glossy, silken, curly, light brown 

 and his fine, cxprcssi 1 eyes. He had probably 



as many admirers among women as Mrs. Aprcece had 

 among men, and his capture by that dashing brunette 

 doubtless made her an object of fierce jcalou 

 her own sex. 



I doubt whether it was a happy marriage. Lady 

 Davy was a restless creature. Her physical activity was 

 extraordinary, her tongue was never still, except when 

 she slept, and charming as her sprightly conversation 

 no doubt was to outsiders, it is possible that her 

 husband found it a trifle wearisome. She was never 

 happy unless she was hurrying him about from place 

 to place. 



And then, like all brunettes, she had a temper. Poor 

 Faraday found this out to his cost when, as Sir 

 Humphry's assistant, he accompanied the pair to France 

 in 1813. There was war between the two countries, but 

 Napoleon gave Sir Humphry Davy permission to visit 

 Paris and travel through the provinces in the interests of 

 science. During this tour Lady Davy snubbed and 

 persecuted Faraday with a vindictive spite which showed 

 the real littleness of her nature. " Her temper," says her 

 long-suffering victim, " made it often go wrong with me, 

 with herself, and with Sir Humphry." 



But Davy, fortunately, always had his rod and gun to 

 fall back upon, and in the pursuit of the sports he loved 

 could forget even the tongue and temper of his charming 

 wife. It was the gun, however, that was now most in 



