Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Feminists -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
“I see,” Alan replied. “You wouldn’t let your schooling interfere with
your education. And now you support yourself?” he went on quite
frankly.
Herminia nodded assent.
“Yes, I support myself,” she answered; “in part by teaching at a high
school for girls, and in part by doing a little hack-work for
newspapers.”
“Then you’re just down here for your holidays, I suppose?” Alan put in,
leaning forward.
“Yes, just down here for my holidays. I’ve lodgings on the Holmwood, in
such a dear old thatched cottage; roses peep in at the porch, and birds
sing on the bushes. After a term in London, it’s a delicious change for
one.”
“But are you alone?” Alan interposed again, still half hesitating.
Herminia smiled once more; his surprise amused her. “Yes, quite alone,”
she answered. “But if you seem so astonished at that, I shall believe
you and Mrs Dewsbury have been trying to take me in, and that you’re
not really with us. Why shouldn’t a woman come down alone to pretty
lodgings in the country?”
“Why not, indeed?” Alan echoed in turn. “It’s not at all that I
disapprove, Miss Barton; on the contrary, I admire it; it’s only that
one’s surprised to find a woman, or for the matter of that anybody,
acting up to his or her convictions. That’s what I’ve always felt; ’tis
the Nemesis of reason; if people begin by thinking rationally, the
danger is that they may end by acting rationally also.”
Herminia laughed. “I’m afraid,” she answered, “I’ve already reached
that pass. You’ll never find me hesitate to do anything on earth, once
I’m convinced it’s right, merely because other people think differently
on the subject.”
Alan looked at her and mused. She was tall and stately, but her figure
was well developed, and her form softly moulded. He admired her
immensely. How incongruous an outcome from a clerical family! “It’s
curious,” he said, gazing hard at her, “that you should be a dean’s
daughter.”
“On the contrary,” Herminia answered, with perfect frankness, “I regard
myself as a living proof of the doctrine of heredity.”
“How so?” Alan inquired.
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