The Little Vanities of Mrs. Whittaker: A NovelWinter, John Strange
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The Little Vanities of Mrs. Whittaker: A Novel
Winter, John Strange
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
"Now, how can I? Probably there isn't a man in London who is fonder of
his home than I am, but at the same time one wants to do the right
thing by one's home as well as to enjoy it."
"But, Alfred, you don't wish me to understand that the firm is in
difficulties?"
"No, no, not in the sense you mean, but in another sense it is. The fact
is, Queenie, I must stick to the ship now at whatever inconvenience to
myself."
"And to me," said Regina.
"Well, dearest, and to you. But, come now, you are a strong-minded
woman, you know how many beans make five as well as any woman I have
ever met--better than most. I've got myself tied up with the biggest ass
in London, whether he's going out of his great mind, or whether he's
going to continue on, a danger to everyone with whom he comes in touch,
I don't know. The fact is, he's not mad enough to be shut up in a
lunatic asylum and he's not sane enough to be allowed to come and go as
he likes."
"But you took in Tomkinson to relieve you."
"And so he will in time, but he isn't the head of the firm and I am.
He's a splendid man and I should have been furious if any other house in
the same line had got hold of him; at the same time you can't expect a
man to take my place in the first six months of becoming a partner; it
wouldn't be reasonable, particularly as Chamberlain is such a difficult
card to handle."
"And where are you dining?" said Regina.
"Well, to-night I've got to dine possibly at the Criterion and talk over
a business matter that Chamberlain has let himself in for, and which he
is most anxious to get clear of with as little publicity and fuss as
possible. Of course the situation with his wife is very difficult; she
is a jealous, absurd, sensitive woman, and he makes her a shocking bad
husband. It's a pity he was not born to be a clerk with a pound a week,
to have to keep his nose down to the grindstone to provide board and
lodging; then he would have managed to keep himself straight. I shall
get things straightened out in a few months if I can manage it, and then
we will take that trip South that we were talking about. You'd like
that, wouldn't you?"
"I shall be happy anywhere with you."
"We'll take that trip South, it will do you good, and it will be a
heaven-sent holiday for me, but I can't go as things are now, and you
mustn't worry until I have got matters into something like order."
"You are sure we are not spending too much money?"
"Oh no, no, no, it isn't a question of money, but in one way it's a
question of business. Now I must be off."
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