Ethics -- Fiction; Religion and sociology -- Fiction; Upper class families -- Fiction
“Oh, it's not that I don't trust you,” she continued, “I'm open to
conviction, but I must be convinced. Your explanation of this Galligan
case seems a sensible one, although it's depressing. But life is hard
and depressing sometimes I've come to realize that. I want to think over
what you've said, I want to talk over it some more. Why won't you tell
me more of what you are doing? If you only would confide in me--as you
have now! I can't help seeing that we are growing farther and farther
apart, that business, your career, is taking all of you and leaving me
nothing.” She faltered, and went on again. “It's difficult to tell you
this--you never give me the chance. And it's not for my sake alone, but
for yours, too. You are growing more and more self-centred, surrounding
yourself with a hard shell. You don't realize it, but Tom notices it,
Perry notices it, it hurts them, it's that they complain of. Hugh!”
she cried appealingly, sensing my resentment, forestalling the words
of defence ready on my lips. “I know that you are busy, that many men
depend on you, it isn't that I'm not proud of you and your success, but
you don't understand what a woman craves,--she doesn't want only to be a
good housekeeper, a good mother, but she wants to share a little, at
any rate, in the life of her husband, in his troubles as well as in his
successes. She wants to be of some little use, of some little help to
him.”
My feelings were reduced to a medley.
“But you are a help to me--a great help,” I protested.
She shook her head. “I wish I were,” she said.
It suddenly occurred to me that she might be. I was softened, and
alarmed by the spectacle she had revealed of the widening breach between
us. I laid my hand on her shoulder.
“Well, I'll try to do better, Maude.”
She looked up at me, questioningly yet gratefully, through a mist of
tears. But her reply--whatever it might have been--was forestalled by
the sound of shouts and laughter in the hallway. She sprang up and ran
to the door.
“It's the children,” she exclaimed, “they've come home from Susan's
party!”
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