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, as soon as I said it, I realized what an absurd question
it was. One look at her, one glance at the room, the least spark of
imagination, any guess at what she was and what her life had been!
An economical housekeeper indeed! I wish I could describe her room
to you: great bowls and vases of the most expensive flowers, boxes of
sweets, cigarettes; all the magazines and illustrated papers that one
really does think twice about before buying... Clothes, too... I am
sure that even my niece Phyllida or Culroyd's wife, who seem to have
money to burn, would not have quite such a profusion. _Lingerie_,
gloves, handkerchiefs, the _finest_ silk stockings--and everything
thrown about on floor and chairs like so much waste-paper. And I in
_rags_ that truly honestly I am ashamed for my maid to see... Her
dressing-table alone supported a small fortune--bottles and boxes and
looking-glasses and brushes that really made me feel a pauper. The
door of her bathroom was open--in that class it is a point of honour
never to shut anything or put anything away--, and I saw the most
extravagant array of salts and soaps and powders and scents ... like
the tiring-room of some great eastern queen. Things I simply
couldn't afford; we discontinued bath-salts when the war broke out
and one had an excuse for economizing, and we have never resumed them.
"I don't know what your plans are, Mrs. Templedown," I said. "If you
return to the stage, everything may be different, but I know my
husband's income to a penny. The court will no doubt insist that he
makes what provision he can for my son and myself; I should be
greatly surprised if he could allow you more than about a thousand a
year."
"Well, I suppose it's possible to manage on that," she said.
It was _pathetic_! Money had no _meaning_ for her! And, so long as
other people paid the bills, what else could you expect? It must
have required twice that sum to keep that beautiful body of hers in
its present embarrassing state of semi-nudity.
"A thousand pounds--at present prices,": I said very distinctly, "for
two people--to cover everything--, it's not much, you will find.
And, if you have been used to luxury, you will miss it more than a
person who has always had to live on a small income. That is your
affair, of course, and you mustn't think me brutal if I tell you
candidly that I'm considering my husband as much as I can and you not
at all. You are young enough to take care of yourself, but he needs
a great deal of looking after..."
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