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
These two ladies seemed to Mr. Brumley to offer a certain resistance of
spirit to the effusion of Lady Beach-Mandarin, rather as two small
anchored vessels might resist the onset of a great and foaming tide,
but after a time it was clear they admired her greatly. His attention
was, however, a little distracted from them by the fact that he was the
sole representative of the more serviceable sex among five women and so
in duty bound to stand by Lady Harman and assist with various handings
and offerings. The tea equipage was silver and not only magnificent
but, as certain quick movements of Miss Sharsper’s eyes and nose at its
appearance betrayed, very genuine and old.
Lady Beach-Mandarin having praised the house and garden all over again
to Mrs. Sawbridge, and having praised the cypress and envied the tea
things, resumed her efforts to secure the immediate establishment of
permanent social relations with Lady Harman. She reverted to the
question of the Shakespear Dinners Society and now with a kind of large
skilfulness involved Mrs. Sawbridge in her appeal. “Won’t _you_ come on
our Committee?” said Lady Beach-Mandarin.
Mrs. Sawbridge gave a pinched smile and said she was only staying in
London for quite a little time, and when pressed admitted that there
seemed no need whatever for consulting Sir Isaac upon so obviously
foregone a conclusion as Lady Harman’s public adhesion to the great
movement.
“I shall put his hundred guineas down to Sir Isaac and Lady Harman,”
said Lady Beach-Mandarin with an air of conclusion, “and now I want to
know, dear Lady Harman, whether we can’t have _you_ on our Committee of
administration. We want—just one other woman to complete us.”
Lady Harman could only parry with doubts of her ability.
“You ought to go on, Ella,” said Miss Sawbridge suddenly, speaking for
the first time and in a manner richly suggestive of great principles at
stake.
“Ella,” thought the curious mind of Mr. Brumley. “And is that Eleanor
now or Ellen or—is there any other name that gives one Ella? Simply
Ella?”
“But what should I have to do?” fenced Lady Harman, resisting but
obviously attracted.
Lady Beach-Mandarin invented a lengthy paraphrase for prompt
acquiescences.
“I shall be chairwoman,” she crowned it with. “I can so easily _see you
through_ as they say.”
“Ella doesn’t go out half enough,” said Miss Sawbridge suddenly to Miss
Sharsper, who was regarding her with furtive intensity—as if she was
surreptitiously counting her features.
Miss Sharsper caught in mid observation started and collected her mind.
“One ought to go out,” she said. “Certainly.”
“And independently,” said Miss Sawbridge, with meaning.
“Oh independently!” assented Miss Sharsper. It was evident she would
now have to watch her chance and begin counting all over again from the
beginning.
Mr. Brumley had an impression that Mrs. Sawbridge had said something
quite confidential in his ear. He turned perplexed.
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