Utopias -- Fiction; Women -- Legal status, laws, etc. -- Fiction
'Some would, some wouldn't. You see, my lord, it's their religion stands
in the way; and their religion means everything. What they say is, that
if they married their sweethearts, these being young and proper men, and
masterful, they would perhaps get put upon; whereas, they love to rule
their husbands. But some would ... yes, some would.'
Lord Chester rose, and began slowly to return home across the fields.
A hundred and fifty, and all true and loyal men! As the occupation of
most of them prevented their going to church, and kept them apart from
the rest, in a kind of loneliness, they were comparatively uninfluenced
by religion; and though their wives drew the pay, the keepers understood
little about obedience, and indeed had everything their own way. A
hundred and fifty men!--a little army. Never before had he felt so
grateful for the preservation of game.
'You said, Harry, a hundred and fifty men!'
'A hundred and fifty men, my lord, of all ages, by to-morrow morning, if
you want them, and no doubt a hundred and fifty more the day after. Why,
there are seventy men on the Duchess's estate alone, counting the
rangers, the gardeners, the keepers, stable-boys, and all.'
Three hundred men!
Lord Chester was silent. He had communicated enough of the plot. Harry
knew that his master, like himself, was threatened with an elderly wife.
He also knew that his master proposed an insurrection against the
marriage of young men against their wills. Further, Harry did not
inquire.
Now, while the leader of the Revolt was considering what steps to
take,--nothing is harder in revolutions than to make a creditable and
startling commencement,--accident put in his way a most excellent
beginning. There was a hard-working young blacksmith in the village--a
brawny, powerful man of thirty or thereabouts. No better blacksmith was
there within thirty miles: his anvil rang from morning until night; he
was as handsome in a rough fashion as any man need be; and he ought to
have been happy. But he was not, for he was married to a termagant. Not
only did this wife of his take all his money, which was legitimate, but
she abused him with the foulest reproaches, accusing him perpetually of
wife-beating, of infidelity, of drunkenness, and of all the vices to
which male flesh is liable, threatening him in her violent moods with
imprisonment.
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