Utopias -- Fiction; Women -- Legal status, laws, etc. -- Fiction
Again, there was a mystery about her: although in holy orders, she had
always refused to preach; it was whispered that she was not orthodox.
She had been twice called upon to sign the hundred and forty-four
Articles, a request with which, on both occasions, she cheerfully
complied, to the discomfiture of her enemies. Yet her silence in matters
of religion provoked curiosity and surmise--a grave, woman, a woman with
all the learning of the University Library in her head, a woman who,
alone among women, held her tongue, and who, when she did speak, spoke
slowly, and weighed her words, and seemed to have written out her
conversation beforehand, so pointed and polished it was. In religion and
politics, however, the Professor generally maintained silence absolute.
Now, if a woman is always silent on those subjects upon which other
women talk oftenest and feel most deeply, it is not wonderful if she
becomes suspected of heterodoxy. It was known positively, and she had
publicly declared, that she wished the introduction--she once said,
mysteriously, the return--of a more exact and scientific training than
could be gained from the political, social, and moral economy which
formed the sole studies of Cambridge. Now, the Heads of Houses, the
other professors, the college lecturers, and the fellows, all held the
orthodox doctrine that there is no other learning requisite or desirable
than that contained in the aforesaid subjects. For these, they
maintained, embrace all the branches of study which are concerned with
the conduct of life.
* * * * *
The Professor threw aside the _Gazette_, which contained as full a
statement as was permitted of last night's debate, with an angry
gesture, and walked to the open window.
'Another defeat!' she murmured. 'Poor Constance! This time, I suppose,
they must resign. These continual changes of ministry bring contempt as
well as disaster upon the country. Six months ago, all the Talents!
Three months ago, all the Beauties! Now, all the First-classes! And what
a mess--what a mess--they make between them! Why do they not come to me
and make me lecture on ancient history, and learn how affairs were
conducted a hundred years ago, when man was in his own place, and'--here
she laughed and looked around her with a certain suspicion--'and woman
was in hers?'
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