This FreedomHutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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This Freedom
Hutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
Marriage -- Fiction; Women -- Social and moral questions -- Fiction
She shall be glimpsed, first, in the splendid house in Pilchester
Square, in the desperate business that getting a place for a woman in a
business house was when women were in business houses far more rare
than are silk hats in the City in 1922. It was desperate. Uncle Pyke
and Uncle Pyke’s friends were the only channel of opportunity; and Uncle
Pyke and Uncle Pyke’s friends refused to be a channel of opportunity.
They had never heard of such a thing and they desired to bathe in their
soup and smack over their wine and not be troubled with such a thing.
Aunt Belle rallied them and baited them and told them they were “great
big grumpy things”; and Aunt Belle, in her crowded drawing-room, loved
talking about the search for work and did talk about it. “Has to earn
her own living,” Aunt Belle would chatter, “and is going into business!
Oh, yes, ever so many girls who have to earn their own living are going
into business now. She’ll wear a nice tailormade coat and skirt and
carry a little satchel and flick about on the tops of buses, in the City
at nine and out again at six and a nice plain wholesome lunch with a
glass of milk in a tea shop. Oh, it’s wonderful what girls who have to
earn their own living do nowadays. Quite right, you know. Quite right,
(for them). Come over here, Rosalie. Come over here, dear child, and
tell Mrs. Roodle-Hoops what you are going to do. The dear child!”
But nothing done.
Just that glimpse and then comes Mr. Simcox.
Mr. Simcox was first met by Rosalie while walking with Aunt Belle and
beautiful cousin Laetitia in the Cromwell Road. He came along carrying
a letter in his hand with the obvious air of one who will forget to post
it if he puts it in his pocket and probably will forget to do so in
any case. He was as obviously “a man of about fifty-six” that curiously
precise figure, neither a ten nor a five, always used for men who look
as Mr. Simcox looked and always continued to look while Rosalie knew
him, and probably always had looked. Men of “about fifty-six”--one
never says “about thirty-six” or “about sixty-six”; it would be “about
thirty-five” or “about seventy”--men of “about fifty-six” are almost
certainly born at that age and with that appearance and they seem to
continue in it to their graves.
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