Domestic fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
Those first words, spoken in a very loud voice, came clearly home to
Lady George's ear, though they were uttered with a most un-English
accent. The Baroness paused before she completed her first sentence,
and then there was renewed applause. Lady George could remark that the
bald-headed old gentleman behind and a cadaverous youth who was near to
him were particularly energetic in stamping on the ground. Indeed, it
seemed that the men were specially charmed with this commencement of
the Baroness's oration. It was so good that she repeated it with,
perhaps, even a louder shout. "De manifest infairiority of de tyrant
saix----." Lady George, with considerable trouble, was able to follow
the first sentence or two, which went to assert that the inferiority of
man to woman in all work was quite as conspicuous as his rapacity and
tyranny in taking to himself all the wages. The Baroness, though
addressing a mixed audience, seemed to have no hesitation in speaking
of man generally as a foul worm who ought to be put down and kept
under, and merely allowed to be the father of children. But after a
minute or two Lady George found that she could not understand two words
consecutively, although she was close to the lecturer. The Baroness,
as she became heated, threw out her words quicker and more quickly,
till it became almost impossible to know in what language they were
spoken. By degrees our friend became aware that the subject of
architecture had been reached, and then she caught a word or two as the
Baroness declared that the science was "adaapted only to de æstetic and
comprehensive intelligence of de famale mind." But the audience
applauded throughout as though every word reached them; and when from
time to time the Baroness wiped her brows with a very large
handkerchief, they shook the building with their appreciation of her
energy. Then came a loud rolling sentence, with the old words as an
audible termination--"de manifest infairiority of de tyrant saix!" As
she said this she waved her handkerchief in the air and almost threw
herself over the desk. "She is very great to-night,--very great
indeed," whispered Miss Doctor Olivia Q. Fleabody to Lady George. Lady
George was afraid to ask her neighbour whether she understood one word
out of ten that were being spoken.
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