That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
Requiem of A Broken Heart
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Among the many fatalities attending the bloom of young desire, that of
blindly taking to the confectionery line has not, perhaps, been sufficiently
considered. How is the son of a British yeoman, who has been fed
principally on salt pork and yeast dumplings, to know that there is satiety
for the human stomach even in a paradise of glass jars full of sugared
almonds and pink lozenges, and that the tedium of life can reach a pitch
where plum-buns at discretion cease to offer the slightest excitement? Or
how, at the tender age when a confectioner seems to him a very prince
whom all the world must envy--who breakfasts on macaroons, dines on
meringues, sups on twelfth-cake, and fills up the intermediate hours with
sugar-candy or peppermint--how is he to foresee the day of sad wisdom,
when he will discern that the confectioner's calling is not socially
influential, or favourable to a soaring ambition? I have known a man who
turned out to have a metaphysical genius, incautiously, in the period of
youthful buoyancy, commence his career as a dancing-master; and you
may imagine the use that was made of this initial mistake by opponents
who felt themselves bound to warn the public against his doctrine of the
Inconceivable. He could not give up his dancing-lessons, because he
made his bread by them, and metaphysics would not have found him in
so much as salt to his bread. It was really the same with Mr. David Faux
and the confectionery business. His uncle, the butler at the great house
close by Brigford, had made a pet of him in his early boyhood, and it was
on a visit to this uncle that the confectioners' shops in that brilliant town
had, on a single day, fired his tender imagination. He carried home the
pleasing illusion that a confectioner must be at once the happiest and the
foremost of men, since the things he made were not only the most
beautiful to behold, but the very best eating, and such as the Lord Mayor
must always order largely for his private recreation; so that when his
father declared he must be put to a trade, David chose his line without a
moment's hesitation; and, with a rashness inspired by a sweet tooth, wedded himself irrevocably to confectionery. Soon, however, the tooth
lost its relish and fell into blank indifference; and all the while, his mind
expanded, his ambition took new shapes, which could hardly be satisfied