New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Romans à clef; Spouses -- Fiction; Women novelists -- Fiction
He blurted out that she continually told him of how helpful the wives
of authors frequently were; these wives, it appeared from her caustic
comparisons, saw to it that during the writing of books they were
relieved of all annoyances; and she had always wound up by calling on
God to know what she would do if no one helped her. In his resentment
at this inference, he had, I gathered from what he did not say, studied
her with a new cold detachment. He had reminded her of her tantrums
when she fancied him falling off in his work. He had gone on to draw
her attention to the point of his being the man of the family: would it
be suitable for him to be at her disposal all of the working day? He
had said--he assured me that he had been dispassionate--“Do you realize
that if this goes on I shall be unfit for work?” He gave me a sidelong
glance, and said by way of excuse that our crowd talked to each other
of all details of our lives; he could not see that he was disloyal to
Eva in telling me this.
With no intention of entering into it, I said sweetly that he should be
able to manage his wife as men had always managed their wives, by the
power of a greater shout.
“Are you laughing at me?” he demanded. “For I assure you that it’s no
laughing matter. It has--got out of my hands.” He hurried on with a
rather feeble statement that it was not in any way the fault of Eva,
who was a particularly guileless creature; it was the fault of certain
persons who put things into her head.
“And now you want me to put something into her head?”
He hastened to deny this. He said, out of a clear sky but with immense
vindictiveness, that he should have kicked Spencer Mapes out of the
house long ago. “Why did I fail to kick him out? What’s lacking in me
that I never act on my impulses?” He laughed, then. “I seldom act on
my convictions, to tell the truth. This is because I stop long enough
to think it out--I want to be fair, you know. But a man shouldn’t stop
long enough to think out a crisis. Once it is thought out, a crisis
becomes an emasculated psychological situation. There’s something wrong
with the age,” he finished on a weak plea.
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