The Irrational Knot: Being the Second Novel of His NonageShaw, Bernard
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The Irrational Knot: Being the Second Novel of His Nonage
Shaw, Bernard
Marriage -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction
She knocked at the study door; and her father’s voice, as he bade her
come in, impressed her more than ever before. He was seated behind the
writing-table, in front of which a chair was set for his daughter. She,
unaccustomed from her childhood to submit to any constraint but that
which the position of a guest, which she so often occupied, had trained
her to impose on herself, was rather roused than awed by this
magisterial arrangement. She sat down with less than her usual grace of
manner, and looked at him with her brows knitted. It was one of the
rare moments in which she reminded him of her mother. An angry impulse
to bid her not dare look so at him almost got the better of him.
However, he began prudently with a carefully premeditated speech.
“It is my duty, Marian,” he said gravely, “to speak of the statement
you made last night. We need not allude to the painful scene which took
place then: better let that rest and be forgotten as soon as possible.
But the discovery of what you have been doing without my knowledge has
cost me a sleepless night and a great deal of anxiety. I wish to reason
with you now quite calmly and dispassionately; and I trust you will
remember that I am older and have far more experience of the world than
you, and that I am a better judge of your interests than you yourself
can possibly be. Ahem! I have been this morning to the City, where I
saw Mr. Conolly, and endeavored to make him understand the true nature
of his conduct toward me—and, I may add, toward you—in working his way
clandestinely into an intimacy with you. I shall not describe to you
what passed; but I may say that I have found him to be a person with
whom you could not hope for a day’s happiness. Even apart from his
habits and tastes, which are those of a mere workman, his social (and,
I fear, his religious) views are such as no lady, no properly-minded
woman of any class, could sympathize with. You will be better able to
judge of his character when I tell you that he informed me of his
having taken care, before making any advances to you, to ascertain how
much money you had. He boasted in the coarsest terms of his complete
influence over you, evidently without a suspicion of the impression of
venality and indelicacy which his words were calculated to make on me.
Besides, Marian, I am sure you would not like to contract a marriage
which would give me the greatest pain; which would offend my family;
and which would have the effect of shutting you out from all good
society.”
“You are mistaken in him, papa.”
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