The Young Diana: An Experiment of the FutureCorelli, Marie
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The Young Diana: An Experiment of the Future
Corelli, Marie
Experiments -- Fiction; Psychological fiction; Rejuvenation -- Fiction; Science fiction; Single women -- Fiction
“My dear Sophy, why should you _dis_approve? Just think of it! Here am
I, past forty, without any attraction whatsoever, no looks, no fortune,
and nothing to look forward to in life except perhaps the chance of
travel and adventure. I’m fond of studies in modern science, and I
believe I’ve read every book of note on all the new discoveries,--and
here’s a man who plainly announces in his advertisement that he needs
the assistance of a woman like me. There can be no harm done by my
going to see him. Very likely by the time I get to Geneva he’ll be what
the servants call ‘suited.’ Then I’ll try something else. For now, as
long as I live I’m alone in the world and must stand on my own.”
“Do you mean to say that you’ll never go back to the old folks?” asked
Sophy.
“How can I, when I’m dead!” laughed Diana. “No, no! It would be too
awful for them to see me turning up again just when I had ceased to be
in the way!”
Sophy frowned.
“Selfish old brutes!” she said.
Diana demurred.
“No, don’t say that!” she expostulated. “You must bear in mind that
I’ve been a terrible disappointment to them. They wanted me to marry
well,--for money rather than love--and when I wasted my youth for
love’s sake, of course they were angry. They thought me a fool,--and
really, so I was! I don’t think there _can_ be anything more foolish
than to sacrifice the best part of one’s life for any man. He is never
worth it,--he never understands or appreciates it. To him women are all
alike,--one as good or as bad as t’other. The mistake _we_ make is when
we fail to treat him as he treats _us_! He is a creature who from very
babyhood upwards should be whipped rather than spoilt. That is why he
is frequently more faithful to his mistress than his wife. He’s afraid
of the one, but he can bully the other.”
Sophy clapped her hands.
“Well said, Di! You begin to agree with me at last! Once upon a time
you were all for believing in the chivalrous thought and tenderness of
men----”
“I _wanted_ to believe,” interrupted Diana, with a half smile--“I can’t
honestly say I did!”
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