Rest Harrow: A Comedy of ResolutionHewlett, Maurice
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Rest Harrow: A Comedy of Resolution
Hewlett, Maurice
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It sounded extremely reasonable to him what he then proposed; and also
to her, though Chevenix scorned its propounder. As Ingram put it to her,
it attracted her newborn pride of knowledge. She was to flesh her steel,
so to speak, in reality: in plainer words, she, with her smattering of
accounts, was to manage a great house, an army of servants, possibly an
estate. Excessively in love as she was, with all the music of it in her
untried ears, she knew already in herself that her mind must have other
food than her heart's rapture. I think, indeed, that she would have
declined him altogether if he had proposed nothing more tangible to her
than perpetual honeymoon. That was what Senhouse would certainly have
proposed to her--she saw that in every look of his, and read it in
every line he sent her; but that had never attracted her. She had
given Senhouse her confidence, but not her heart. Ingram's proposals,
therefore, pleased her. She had not a sweet enough tooth, nor the taste
for flattery which the other involved. She was entirely without vanity.
Therefore, however little honourable and however much a lover of his
ease Ingram may have shown himself in making them, his reasonable
proposals were gratefully received. It was he who suggested, but she
who took the lead. She began immediately to plan her new career--was
perfectly business-like. Ingram was to leave London at once, and go to
Wanless--to his duties of the bench, his delights of the field, cares
of the farm. He was to announce to his househould his intention of
“settling down”; and he was to announce the advent of a housekeeper. In
this very outset of his bliss he must needs do as she bade him. He
went, and made her ways as smooth as they could be made. Her rooms
were assigned to her; her duties mapped out, the exact range of her
authority. Her wages were fixed, to be paid quarterly. She would take
nothing else from him--no jewellery (she wore nothing but simple things,
which had been given her by her parents or sisters--amber, a string of
cowries, an agate heart, a bangle or two), no frocks. She was to have
two hundred a year, and throughout her time to this present she had no
more, and kept herself exquisitely upon it, with a sense of what was
due to him, to herself, and to her position, which was admirable,
unhesitating, and never at fault. In due time she arrived and entered
upon her career. That which was unlawful seemed now justified; the
secret intimacy, the wedded amity, the giving, which was the dearest
gain she had. Discretion, on her side unsleeping, on his the more
effective because he never seemed to have any, secured them. There was
no open scandal among the neighbours; whatever the household may have
suspected, very little was said. Within a year her servants were her
slaves. The Rector, it is true, reproached her for not going to church.
She deprecated his indignation, but didn't go.
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