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
“You seem to have been thoroughly prepared for what has happened. I do
not want any instructions from you as to what I shall write to Marian
about her money affairs: I want to know, in case she takes it into her
head to come back when she has found what a fool she has made of
herself, whether I may tell her that you are glad to be rid of her, and
that there is no use in her humiliating herself by coming to your door
and being turned away.”
“Shall I explain the situation to you from my point of view?” said he.
At the sound of his voice she looked up in alarm. The indulgent,
half-playful manner which she had almost lost the sense of because it
was so invariable with him in speaking to ladies was suddenly gone. She
felt that the real man was coming out now without ceremony. He was
quick to perceive the effect he had produced. To soften it, he placed a
comfortable chair on the hearthrug, and said, in his ordinary friendly
way: “Sit nearer the fire: we can talk more comfortably. Now,” he
continued, standing with his back to the mantelpiece, “let me tell you,
Miss McQuinch, that when you talk of my turning people away from my
door you are not talking fair and square sense to me. I dont turn my
acquaintances off in that way, much less my friends; and a woman who
has lived with me as my wife for eighteen months must always be a
rather particular friend. I liked her before I was her husband, and I
shall continue to like her when I am no longer her husband. So you need
have no fear on that score. But I wont remain her husband. You said
just now that I knew what was going to happen; that I intended it to
happen, wanted it to happen, and am glad it happened. There is more
truth in that than you thought when you said it. For some time past
Marian has been staying with me as a matter of custom and convenience
only, using me as a cover for her philandering with Douglas, and paying
me by keeping the house very nicely for me. I had asked myself once or
twice how long this was to last. I was in no hurry for the answer; for
although I was wifeless and had no one to live with who really cared
for me, I was quite prepared to wait a couple of years if necessary, on
the chance of our making it up somehow. But sooner or later I should
have insisted on closing our accounts and parting; and I am not sorry
now that the end has come, since it was inevitable; though I am right
sorry for the way it has come. Instead of eloping in the conventional
way, she should have come to an understanding with me. I could easily
have taken her for a trip in the States, where we could have stopped a
few months in South Dakota and got divorced without any scandal. I have
never made any claims on her since she found out that she didnt care
for me; and she might have known from that that I was not the man to
keep her against her will and play dog in the manger with a fellow like
Douglas. However, thats past praying for now. She has had enough of me;
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