Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
"No, I know you didn't," she said, struggling to smile and to speak
cheerfully. "I am very silly. I can't help it. I have got so silly
and touchy lately, the least thing seems to vex me. But you did hurt me
a little, Gerald. I was in earnest in what I said, though you thought
it missyish and contemptible. I have been trying to see how I could
grow better and less selfish, and you don't know how hard it is, for no
one seems to understand. And, oh you don't know, you who are so strong
and wise, you _don't_ know how hard it is to be good when one is very
unhappy."
"Don't I?" muttered he, but she did not catch the words.
"If I could be of use," she went on again, after a little pause. "And
why can't I be? There must be plenty of misery in the world. Why can't
I make some of it a little less?"
"You can," he answered, gently. "I don't think I quite understood you.
I thought you were envying men's work and despising your own sphere--a
very common and often excusable mistake. I see now there was a more
unselfish spirit in what you meant."
"I don't know that," she answered, doubtfully, but brightening up
nevertheless. "I do think I should like to make some people happier, or
a little less unhappy, and in some ways perhaps better too. For surely
very often being happier would make people better, would it not? But I
am selfish too--I want to get something to take me out of myself--
something that I can get interested in by feeling it is of use."
"Don't you help your father sometimes?" inquired Gerald. "Haven't you a
good deal to do in looking after things at home?"
"No--very little indeed. The house has got into a jog-trot way of going
on, and papa won't have changes. What little there has been to do
hitherto, I am afraid Sydney has done," said Eugenia, blushing a little.
"Of course I don't intend to neglect that sort of thing, but there is
very little to do. I do help my father whenever he will let me, by
copying out things and hunting up references and quotations. But it
isn't often he wants help."
"And would he not let you help him more if you asked him?"
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