Bildungsromans; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
“Just in her feeling in the case as most women would feel. You see she
did what she could for her daughter. She did, I’m bound to say, as that
sort of thing goes among you people, a good deal. She treasured up, she
nursed along Mitchy, whom she would also, though of course not so much,
have liked herself. Nanda could have kept him on with a word, becoming
thereby so much the less accessible for YOUR plan. That would have
thoroughly obliged her mother, but your little English girls, in
these altered times--oh I know how you feel them!--don’t stand on such
trifles; and--even if you think it odd of me--I can’t defend myself,
though I’ve so directly profited, against a certain compassion also for
Mrs. Brook’s upset. As a good-natured woman I feel in short for both of
them. I deplore all round what’s after all a rather sad relation. Only,
as I tell you, Nanda’s the one, I naturally say to myself, for me now
most to think of; if I don’t assume too much, that is, that you don’t
suffer by my freedom.”
Mr. Longdon put by with a mere drop of his eyes the question of his
suffering: there was so clearly for him an issue more relevant. “What do
you know of my ‘plan’?”
“Why, my dear man, haven’t I told you that ever since Mertle I’ve made
out your hand? What on earth for other people can your action look like
but an adoption?”
“Of--a--HIM?”
“You’re delightful. Of--a--HER! If it does come to the same thing for
you, so much the better. That at any rate is what we’re all taking
it for, and Mrs. Brook herself en tete. She sees--through your
generosity--Nanda’s life more or less, at the worst, arranged for, and
that’s just what gives her a good conscience.”
If Mr. Longdon breathed rather hard it seemed to show at least that he
followed. “What does she want of a good conscience?”
From under her high tiara an instant she almost looked down at him. “Ah
you do hate her!”
He coloured, but held his ground. “Don’t you tell me yourself she’s to
be feared?”
“Yes, and watched. But--if possible--with amusement.”
“Amusement?” Mr. Longdon faintly gasped.
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