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
Do you know, had the retort not been so cheaply obvious, one would
have been strongly tempted to ask whether he could really spare it...
So characteristic of Spenworth! I am not a woman to bear malice, but
I could not forget that _very_ few days had passed since he played me
a trick which to that type of mind, no doubt, seems funny, but which
_might_ have involved me in _embarrassment_ and _humiliation_. It
was one night when the princess was with me; Spenworth had been
presiding over some regimental dinner and he thought it would be an
amusing hoax to send all these young officers--with partners whom
they had apparently picked up one really dares not contemplate
_where_--on the pretext that I was giving a dance and would be
delighted to see them. Dear Hilary Butler's presence of mind _alone_
saved the situation. I detest practical joking and, when my
brother-in-law was announced, I confess that I expected less to be
lectured than to receive some little expression of regret...
_Hoped_ rather than _expected_... You are quite right.
"I must beg for enlightenment," I said.
"Well, what's that scamp of a boy of yours been up to?," he asked.
"I will _not_ permit such language about my son!," I cried.
"Too late now. You should have brought him up better," he said.
This from Spenworth, whose life has been one dark, unbroken record of
debauchery, unfaithfulness ... not a tenth part known owing to his
cleverness in hushing up scandals, impoverishing that glorious estate
to buy the silence of those who held awkward secrets. Indeed I know
what I am talking about. When he wanted poor Kathleen to divorce
him, he gave her the run of Cheniston; heirlooms apart, she might
take anything "to feather her new nest", as he elegantly put it. And
this in a house which will come to Arthur and Will if anything
happens to that sickly baby... There was a _marvellous_ story going
the rounds a few months ago that I had tried to entangle Kathleen
with the King's Proctor or the President of the Divorce Court or
somebody of the kind, so that she might be tied to Spenworth and
Cheniston have no heir. Comment... What is the phrase? Comment is
superfluous! But, if Arthur or Will were steward of Cheniston, they
would give a better account of their stewardship than my
brother-in-law is likely to do... I have lost the thread... Ah, yes!
"Satan rebuking sin, Spenworth," I suggested, "though I have no idea
what charge you are bringing against my boy."
"You can have a good time in this world without being a cad," he
said. "At least I hope _I_ can. Apparently your precious Will
can't."
"Have a good time"! _There_ is a phrase to put you on your guard!
"I don't know what you mean," I said. "I don't know what's the
matter with you. But I _do_ know that we shan't do any good by
continuing this discussion."
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