Betrothal -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
“But I’m talking with absurd assurance. Putting Katherine entirely aside
there is all the family to deal with. Trenchard himself likes me—Mrs.
Trenchard hates me. That’s not a bit too strong, and the strange thing
is that there’s no reason at all for it that I can see, nor have we
been, either of us, from the beginning anything but most friendly to one
another. If she suspected that I was in love with Katherine I might
understand it, but that is impossible. There has been nothing, I swear,
to give anyone the slightest suspicion. She detects, I think, something
foreign and strange in me. Russia of course she views with the deepest
suspicion, and it would amuse you to hear her ideas of that country.
Nothing, although she has never been near it nor read anything but silly
romances about it, could shake her convictions. Because I don’t support
them she knows me for a liar. She is always calm and friendly to me, but
her intense dislike comes through it all. And yet I really like her. She
is so firm and placid and determined. She adores her family—she will
fight for them to the last feather and claw. She is so sure and so
certain about everything, and yet I believe that in her heart she is
always afraid of something—it’s out of that fear, I am sure, that her
hatred of me comes. For the others, the only one who troubled about me
was the boy, and he is the strangest creature. He’d like me to give him
all my experiences: he hasn’t the slightest notion of them, but he’s
morbidly impatient of his own inexperience and the way his family are
shutting him out of everything, and yet he’s Trenchard enough to
disapprove violently of that wider experience if it came to him. He’d
like me, for instance, to take him out and show him purple restaurants,
ladies in big hats, and so on. If he did so he’d feel terribly out of it
and then hate me. He’s a jumble of the crudest, most impossible and yet
rather touching ideas, enthusiasms, indignations, virtues, would-be
vices. He adores his sister. About that at least he is firm—and if I
were to harm her or make her unhappy!...
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