American fiction -- 20th century; Divorce -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Rich people -- Fiction
Mrs. Wilson made no response to this self-sacrificing offer. She was
asking herself whether it were not her duty as an outraged parent to
rise in her agony and, pointing to the door, bid Lucille choose between
her lover and herself. But would not this be old-fashioned? Could she
endure to quarrel with her own and only flesh and blood? Overwhelmed
as she was by her daughter's absolute indifference to considerations
which she reverenced as the laws of her being, Mrs. Wilson prided
herself on being equally a leader of spiritual progress, a woman of the
world, and an American. She recognized that it behooved her to display
no less acumen and tact in dealing with her personal problem than in
confronting the quandaries of others. She knew instinctively that
violent opposition would simply alienate Lucille and confirm her in her
purpose. It was obvious that their point of view was as divergent as
the poles. How could Lucille take the affair so philosophically? How
could she calmly regard the neglect and sin of her husband merely as
the logical sequence of the discovery that they were mismated, and find
a sufficient explanation for everything in the announcement that they
had bored each other? Yet Mrs. Wilson appreciated in those moments of
horror that it would be worse than futile to give bitter utterance to
her emotions. By so doing she would alienate her daughter and fail to
alter the situation. Though protesting with the full vigor of her
being, she must be reasonable or she could accomplish nothing. So she
put a curb upon her lips. There were so many things she wished to say
that for a spell she could not formulate her thoughts. She was
reminded that she appeared tongue-tied by hearing Lucille remark:
"I was afraid that you would be distressed, mamma. That's why I didn't
write or consult you. You don't approve of divorce, I know. It's
opposed to your ideas of things. But I've thought over everything
thoroughly, and it's the only possible course for me."
This complacency was disconcerting as a stone wall, and made still
plainer to Mrs. Wilson that the offender indulgently regretted the
necessity of explaining and vindicating such common-sense principles.
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