A call : $b The tale of two passionsFord, Ford Madox
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A call : $b The tale of two passions
Ford, Ford Madox
English fiction -- 20th century
“Oh, well, you’re a man who knows everything,” she answered. “I expect
she’s gone to one of the six or seven of her patients that are always
clamouring for her. You’d better hurry to find her, or she’ll be
off touring round the world before you know where you are.... I’ve
always thought,” she continued, “that you handled her wrongly at the
beginning. If the moment she’d begun that nonsense, you’d taken a
stick to her, or dragged her off to a registry office, or contrived
to pretend to be harsh and brutal, she’d have given in right at once;
but she got the cranky idea into her head, and now it’s hardened into
sheer pride. I don’t believe that she really wanted it then, after the
first day or two. She only wanted to bring you to your knees. If you
had given in then, she’d have backed out of it at the last moment, and
you’d have had St. George’s and orange-blossoms, and ‘The Voice that
breathed o’er Eden’ all complete.”
“Well, I can’t bother about it any longer,” Grimshaw said. “I’m done. I
give in.”
“Good old Toto,” Ellida said. And then she dropped her voice to say: “I
don’t know that it’s the sort of thing that a sister ought to encourage
a sister doing, but if you managed not to let anyone know--and that’s
easy enough, considering how you’ve set everybody talking about your
quarrels. You can just meet her at Athens, and then come back and
say you’ve made it up suddenly, and got married at the Consulate at
Scutari or Trebizond, or some old place where there isn’t a Consulate,
and nobody goes to--if nobody knows about it, I don’t see that I need
bother much.” She looked up at him and continued: “I suppose you’ll
think I’m immoral or whatever it is; but, after all, there was mother,
who was really the best woman in the world. Of course I know you think
of the future, but when everything’s said and done, I’m in the same
position that your children will be, and it doesn’t worry me very much.
It doesn’t worry Katya either, though she likes to pretend it does.”
“Oh, I’m not thinking of anything at all,” Grimshaw answered. “I just
give in. I just want the ... the peace of God.”
She looked up at him with her eyes slightly distended and wondering.
“Are you,” she said, “quite sure that you will get it? Katya is a
dear, of course, but she’s the determination of a tiger; she has been
play-acting from the first, and she has meant to have you since you
were in your cradles together. But she’s meant to have you humbled and
submissive, and tied utterly hand and foot. I don’t believe she ever
meant not to marry you. I don’t believe she means it now, but she means
to make you give in to her before she marries you. She thinks it will
be the final proof of your passion for her.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Robert Grimshaw answered. “I don’t know and I
don’t care. What I want is to have things settled. What does it matter
whether it’s for life or death?”
“And Pauline Leicester?” Mrs. Langham asked.
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