The Wife of Sir Isaac HarmanWells, H. G. (Herbert George)
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The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman
Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
England -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
Many phrases from her earlier discussions with Sir Isaac stuck in her
mind in a curiously stimulating way and came back to her as she read.
She recalled him, for instance, with his face white and his eyes red
and his flat hand sawing at her, saying: “I dessay I’m all wrong, I
dessay I don’t know anything about anything and all those chaps you
read, Bernud Shaw, and Gosworthy, and all the rest of them are
wonderfully clever; but you tell me, Elly, what they say we’ve got to
do! You tell me that. You go and ask some of those chaps just what they
want a man like me to do.... They’ll ask me to endow a theatre or run a
club for novelists or advertise the lot of them in the windows of my
International Stores or something. And that’s about all it comes to.
You go and see if I’m not right. They grumble and they grumble; I don’t
say there’s not a lot to grumble at, but give me something they’ll back
themselves for all they’re worth as good to get done.... That’s where I
don’t agree with all these idees. They’re Wind, Elly, Weak wind at
that.”
It is distressing to record how difficult it was for Lady Harman to
form even the beginnings of a disproof of that. Her life through all
this second phase of mitigated autonomy was an intermittent pilgrimage
in search of that disproof. She could not believe that things as they
were, this mass of hardships, cruelties, insufficiencies and
heartburnings were the ultimate wisdom and possibility of human life,
yet when she went from them to the projects that would replace or
change them she seemed to pass from things of overwhelming solidity to
matters more thin and flimsy than the twittering of sparrows on the
gutter. So soon as she returned to London she started upon her search
for a solution; she supplemented Mr. Brumley’s hunt for books with her
own efforts, she went to meetings—sometimes Sir Isaac took her, once or
twice she was escorted by Mr. Brumley, and presently her grave interest
and her personal charm had gathered about her a circle of companionable
friends. She tried to talk to people and made great efforts to hear
people who seemed authoritative and wise and leaderlike, talking.
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