Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 2 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 2 (of 3)Fothergill, Jessie
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Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 2 (of 3)
Fothergill, Jessie
Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Rome (Italy) -- Fiction
‘It is not necessary for me to explain what I think. It is absurd to
think we have secured anything, by any arrangements we can make. We
can but act for the best, and await the result. You have lived long
enough in our country to know that our marriage arrangements and our
ideas upon these questions are quite different from those which prevail
in yours,’ said madame, with a scarcely concealed sneer. ‘I thank the
good God that it is so. I may be prejudiced, but I prefer the absolute
obedience to parents, and the retiring modesty which characterizes the
young girls of my country, to the boldness and forwardness which one
sees in the English, and more so, if possible, in the Americans,’ said
Signora Dietrich, clearly and calmly. ‘I have repeatedly heard that
no harm comes of the freedom you accord your girls. I do not believe
it. I have seen many of them, sitting round my own table, as well as
in public places and in my friends’ houses. There is a hardihood, a
boldness, a masculine roughness, about them which is hateful to me,’
she went on, with what was evidently the most sincere and intense
conviction. Minna saw that she was telling the truth now, at least.
‘They walk alone in the streets,’ pursued the signora. ‘No girl can
do that without bad consequences. It is simply impossible. I do not
blame the girls. I pity them. They did not make the institutions of
their country, and are not answerable for them; but if they knew what
graces would be added to them, how much they would gain in charm
and attractiveness, had they but the modesty and bashfulness of our
own Italian girls, they would of their own accord refuse to do the
things which we find so atrocious. Once for all, signora, understand
that I know the customs of our countries are different, and that I
prefer those of my own. In your country a girl is said to choose for
herself--a husband, I mean. The result is, there are more unhappy old
maids in England than in any other country on the face of the earth.
Perhaps they enjoy themselves, or think they do, in the exercise of
their freedom, while they are still young and the world is fair to
them; but they repent it bitterly afterwards, and I have heard more
than one truth-speaking English mother wish that there was something
more like our system prevailing at home. In your country you arrange
marriages secretly and often unsuccessfully, because it is considered
a shame for it to be acknowledged that a girl wants a husband. With
us it is an acknowledged fact that only through having a husband can
she gain any position. Ours is the more honest method of the two. An
unmarried woman is here an anomaly; her position is wretched, her
privileges _nil_. It is the duty of every good mother to provide early
against the possibility of any such lot befalling her daughter. As much
her duty,’ continued the signora with emphasis, ‘as to bring her up
to be modest and virtuous. Do that while she is still a child. When
she is older give her a husband.
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