Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Courtship -- Fiction; Love stories
“I shouldn't go to Julia Anderson for instruction in such matters,” said
the girl, with cold resentment.
“I wish you would go to her for a little commonsense--or somebody,” said
Mrs. Pasmer. “Do you know what talk this will make?”
“I don't care for the talk. It would be worse than talk to marry a man
whom I couldn't trust--who wanted to please me so much that he had to
deceive me, and was too much afraid of me to tell me the truth.”
“You headstrong girl!” said her mother impartially, admiring at the same
time the girl's haughty beauty.
There was an argument in reserve in Mrs. Pasmer's mind which perhaps
none but an American mother would have hesitated to urge; but it is so
wholly our tradition to treat the important business of marriage as a
romantic episode that even she could not bring herself to insist that
her daughter should not throw away a chance so advantageous from
every worldly point of view. She could only ask, “If you break this
engagement, what do you expect to do?”
“The engagement is broken. I shall go into a sisterhood.”
“You will do nothing of the kind, with my consent,” said Mrs. Pasmer. “I
will have no such nonsense. Don't flatter yourself that I will. Even if
I approved of such a thing, I should think it wicked to let you do it.
You're always fancying yourself doing something very devoted, but I've
never seen you ready to give up your own will, or your own comfort
even, in the slightest degree. And Dan Mavering, if he were twice as
temporising and circuitous”--the word came to her from her talk with
him--“would be twice too good for you. I'm going to breakfast.”
XLIV.
The difficulty in life is to bring experience to the level of
expectation, to match our real emotions in view of any great occasion
with the ideal emotions which we have taught ourselves that we ought to
feel. This is all the truer when the occasion is tragical: we surprise
ourselves in a helplessness to which the great event, death, ruin,
lost love, reveals itself slowly, and at first wears the aspect of an
unbroken continuance of what has been, or at most of another incident in
the habitual sequence.
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