The confessions of a well-meaning womanMcKenna, Stephen
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The confessions of a well-meaning woman
McKenna, Stephen
English fiction -- 20th century; Upper class -- England -- Fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
My brother Brackenbury did indeed lend me the house for a few weeks
in the summer--when every one was away in Scotland--, but otherwise I
have not passed a night there on their invitation since that
deplorable week-end when all the trouble with Phyllida began. You
have forgotten it! I hope now that every one will forget it.
Hilary--Colonel Butler, you know--had fallen in love with my niece
while he was in her hospital. As Phyllida was living with me at the
time, I had a duty to my brother, so I suggested that this boy should
be invited to the Hall "on approval", as Will would say. I yield to
no one in my _real_ affection for dear Hilary, but--why disguise
it?--he had been brought up simply--on modest means--, and it was
only right that he should see Phyllida in her natural frame and
decide for himself whether he could support her and live up to it.
Most people so notoriously _cannot_: my sister-in-law Ruth, who
remains and will ever remain the purse-proud shipping magnate's
daughter... I was more than justified. Hilary consulted me; and,
though I will never take the responsibility of advising young people
in love, he was grateful for the detachment of an outsider. _I_, he
could see, had no axe to grind... Brackenbury and Ruth received him
effusively; my nephew Culroyd took him to his heart; if he had
proposed, he would have been accepted then and there. He had done
too wonderfully in the war and, in my humble judgement, gave a
promise of success in any career he might undertake.
_Me_ he consulted to know whether the world would say that he had
married Phyllida for her money. He was daunted, I could see, by the
_lavishness_ of the Hall: the size of the house, the number of
servants, Phyllida's four hunters--and so forth and so on. I told
him that, _in this respect of money and--in--this--respect--alone_,
he was not in fact contributing very much. He nodded, packed his bag
and went off to _make_ money--with an enterprise and a resolution
that was too splendid. Did I ever tell you that I once detected him
driving a motor-cab? He has now formed a company and is doing very
well indeed. It was quite romantic! I always knew that there _were_
such men in England and I was proud to meet one.
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