The BigamistYoung, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
Philosophy
The Bigamist
Young, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
Bigamy -- Fiction; British -- South Africa -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
"It's a shame to inflict all this grumbling on you; but I needed an
outlet. It wouldn't do to grumble to Herbert because he was so greatly
against having a governess. He would say it was what he foresaw, and
advise me to get rid of her. I shouldn't like to do that. I always
feel easy in my mind about them when I leave them now. She is entirely
trustworthy."
"I think I should put my foot down upon that point," Mrs Carruthers
advised. "That sort of thing can become annoying. Some people are
greedy for authority, and if you give in to them they become arbitrary.
If you want the children any hour of the day, have them, whether it is
the time for their rest or any other legitimate exercise."
"And spoil their tempers," laughed Pamela.
"Rubbish!" scoffed Mrs Carruthers. "Temper in the human animal
develops naturally. One has to spank it out of them. All children are
not brought up by rule, you know; it isn't possible in some households.
We were dragged up; but I must add that our tempers on the whole did not
suffer as a result. Keep their little bodies nourished, and their minds
will develop of themselves. The one thing, I suppose, every mother
strives to do is to develop her baby on the lines she considers the most
admirable; and the baby invariably develops on its own lines, because it
is an individual. It is difficult to regard the infant as an
individual. We imagine we form its character; but nature forms its
character in the embryo stage; we merely advance its development by the
aid of our own experience. See more of your children, Pamela, my dear;
nothing will ever make up to you, nor to them, the enjoyment you forego
in your present separation."
She rose abruptly, and approached Pamela's side. Stooping, she took the
wistful face between her hands and kissed it.
"I am a stony-hearted, philosophical lunatic," she said. "Go and put on
your hat, you blessed infant, and come out for a walk with me."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
Miss Maitland had been some months in the house before Arnott became in
any degree alive to her actual presence. He met her occasionally coming
in or going out. Usually she had the children with her, and a coloured
girl in charge of the boy. He always passed them, thankful that
politeness demanded nothing further than the raising of his hat.
Sometimes he encountered her on the stairs, when he felt constrained to
make a remark. But she was exceedingly retiring, and appeared quite as
anxious as he was to avoid these encounters. She had a habit of
effacing herself when he was at home.
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