No, she won’t think about that, because ten years and five children later (two of them dead in their first year) her blank-slate, lily-white ignorance is so far away and so alien that it might as well be someone else, a character in a book perhaps, who stood there in the bride’s gown with the flowers in her hair and took the vow… obedience its chief matter, she remembers, though she’s stateswoman enough to say, obedience in the larger sense, that is, she’s obedient to what Thomas would order if he had sense. Which these days, he has less and less.
But she won’t think about that.
Nor will she think about the matter of those revels, for it isn’t just whiskey and cards. Thomas is generous to his friends, which means sharing with them the best of his household.
Sarah is pregnant, and she hasn’t been given a slave husband.