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
I uttered no word of reproach. It was unnecessary. At first he
behaved as if the light had gone out of his life--which was pleasant
for me; then he seemed to realize that perhaps some amends were owing
to me... Assented immediately to my proposal that we should go right
away...
I chose Menton because Sir Appleton Deepe was there. He, I fancy,
would be the first to tell you that I really _made_ him. Unheard-of
before the war, except in business... I wanted his advice about
Will: where he could lay out his talents to greatest advantage, as it
were; and, though nothing has been decided definitely, I _have_ a
promise, and he is most anxious to meet Will... So one's time was
not _wasted_...
And there, in the peace and wonderful sunshine, one had an
opportunity of recovering one's perspective. I had tided Arthur
through his great crisis; and there was nothing, I felt, to fear in
the future. But we could not let it rest at that. There had been an
intolerable amount of malicious gossip--how wide-spread I could not
believe until the proof was thrust before me--; men jesting in their
clubs, women gloating... And you may be sure that the Brackenbury
and Spenworth broods were only too delighted to think that yet
another had been dragged down to their level; if one was not to be a
by-word and an object of scorn... Goodness me, I wasn't thinking of
my own poor dignity, but these stories had to be stopped somehow. In
the school in which I was brought up one was supposed to set
something of an example; for what it may be worth, one _does_ occupy
a certain _niche_; it was more than time for us to shew that there
had _been_ no catastrophe, as our kind friends would have liked to
think.
"Arthur," I said, "you will never hear me allude to this again. We
have passed through a time of trouble, but God has mercifully brought
us into safety. For some months we have been spied on and whispered
about; it is our duty to shew a happy and united front!"
Arthur said at once that he would do whatever I wanted...
You do not often hear me talking of "position" or "dignity" or
"rights", but I did indeed feel that any poor little _niche_ we might
occupy was threatened. Spenworth's own record is so infamous that
people would feel it was only natural for his brother to tread the
same path. I am not ashamed to confess that I _do_ feel what people
say about me. _Some_ people... And it was these people, the people
who _mattered_, that I wanted to convince; if there was indeed no
rift between Arthur and me, why should we allow the gossips to
pretend there was? ...
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