"Children!" thought Jocelyn--"Do I want them? ... No--I think not!
They're all very well when they're young--really young!--two to five
years old is the enchanting age,--but, most unfortunately, they grow!
Yes!--they grow,--often into hideous men and women--a sort of human
vultures sitting on their fathers' pockets and screaming 'Give! Give!'
The prospect does not attract me! And she?--Innocent? I don't think I
could bear to watch that little flower-like face gradually enlarging
into matronly lines and spreading into a double chin! Those pretty eyes
peering into the larder and considering the appearance of uncooked
bacon! Perish the thought! One might as well think of Shakespeare's
Juliet paying the butcher's bill, or worse still, selecting the
butcher's meat! Forbid it, O ye heavens! Of course if ideals could be
realised, which they never are, I can see myself wedded for pure love,
without a care, painting my pictures at ease, with a sweet woman
worshipping me, ever at my beck and call, and shielding me from trouble
with all the tender force of her passionate little soul!--but
commonplace life will net fit itself into these sort of beatific
visions! Babies, and the necessary provision of food and clothes and
servants--this is what marriage means--love having sobered down to a
matter-of-fact conclusion. No--no! I will not marry her! It would be
like catching a fairy in the woods, cutting off its sunbeam wings and
setting it to scrub the kitchen floor!"
It was curious that while he pleased himself with this fanciful
soliloquy it did not occur to him that he had already caught the "fairy
in the woods," and ever since the capture had been engaged in cutting
off its "sunbeam wings" with all a vivisector's scientific
satisfaction. And in his imaginary pictures of what might have been if
"ideals" were realised, he did not for a moment conceive HIMSELF as
"worshipping" the woman who was to worship HIM, or as being at HER
"beck and call," or as shielding HER from trouble--oh no! He merely
considered himself, and how she would care for HIM,--never once did he
consider how he would care for HER.
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