Bildungsromans; Deception -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Women authors -- Fiction
"We need not argue," she said. "You have told me nothing that I did
not know before. Let me remind you that the mere formality which is
still lacking to give you the legal right to take care of this woman
is one that decent people still carefully adhere to, and without it
your action to-night has been contrary to law and respectability.
For this reason, no matter what your motive is, or how many private
sitting-rooms you have been able to secure in this overcrowded house,
I can and will protect the young woman from occupying one of them. I
suppose it is hardly necessary to add that if you make the slightest
attempt to see her to-night, or to interfere with her wishes in any
way, I shall not hesitate to take the hotel officials and the police
into my confidence. If you force me to action, you will find that I am
a woman who is very well-known."
During these words the man's face was a study. Fierce indignation,
doubt, perplexity, intense disgust, each struggled for the ascendancy.
But Mrs. Dunlap was about to leave the room. The necessity for
propitiating her in some way forced itself upon him.
"Wait!" he said imperatively. "You do not understand. Is it possible to
make you understand the conditions? Sit down and let me explain just
what has happened, and what I am trying to do."
His manner became suddenly courteous, and he began to talk volubly,
explaining, in more minute detail than the occasion seemed to call for,
the devious ways by which he had reached this point; enlarging upon
his deep affection for the lady of his choice, and his desire to free
her from the narrow and cramped life in which he found her. Her mother
was a commonplace, narrow-minded, exceedingly prejudiced person who
entirely dominated her daughter's life; so that she was in danger of
having no individuality, he said.
Among other proofs of the mother's folly, she had conceived a violent
dislike to himself; and carried her tyranny to such an extent that the
girl was not even allowed to receive a call from him, unless the mother
was present! Matters were in this state, and he was at an utter loss
how to further the daughter's interests, when his good angel, came to
his rescue. The girl went to spend a month with a very intimate friend,
who had married and removed to a town a hundred miles from her home.
Then, quite unexpectedly to himself, business connected with his firm
sent him to that very town. All the rest had followed, almost, he might
say, because of the necessities of the case. He had discovered that
the young lady's affections were as deeply involved as his own, and
that she despaired, as deeply as he did himself, of ever winning her
narrow-minded mother to take their view of things.
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