A Widow's Tale, and Other StoriesOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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A Widow's Tale, and Other Stories
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction; Short stories
And this occurred a good many times, as long as the fine weather lasted.
It would be such a pity, Fitzroy said, not to take advantage of it, and,
indeed, Mrs Brunton thought so too. And once or twice he did come in,
and there was a little supper, and he went off in good time for the
half-past nine train. Nobody could say that was late: and then, to be
sure, if any one did say so, Nelly was not responsible to anybody for
her actions. She was herself the best judge of what was befitting.
Perhaps she was not quite so sure now that nothing was ever said that
all the world might not hear. Things were said--about philosophical
subjects, about the union of souls, about affinities, about the
character of love metaphysically considered, whether a man or a woman
could love twice, whether sometimes in early youth it was not more
imagination than love that moved the heart, whether it did not require a
little experience of life to make you really acquainted with the force
of that sentiment. "There is no passion in the love of girls and boys,"
Fitzroy said, and he almost convinced Nelly that passion was the salt of
life, the only thing really worth living for. These discussions perhaps
were a little dangerous. But they were not personal--oh no! abstractions
merely, the kind of subjects which promote conversation and which draw
out the imaginative faculties. The thing that proved this was that there
was not a suggestion of marriage ever made, nothing which approached
that subject. Love-making from the point of view of an Englishwoman
means marriage as a matter of course. And Fitzroy had never in the most
distant way said to Nelly, "Will you marry me?" "Is it possible that
you should one day become my wife?" He had talked, oh! a great deal
about love in the abstract. He had said hurried things, phrases that
seemed to escape him, about a man's "passion." And Nelly had felt many
times, with a trembling of all her faculties, that he and she were on
the eve of a crisis, that the moment must soon come in which these
decisive words must be said.
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