A Woman's Burden: A Novel — David Hume — John Shaqi
A Woman's Burden: A Novel
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"Because he can't keep you," retorted her father. "Marry Arkel without a
penny; why, child, you must be mad!"
"I am sure Major Dundas is a very nice man, Hilda," put in her mother.
"Very nice," assented the girl with irony--"altogether too nice to buy
me. I am for sale to the highest bidder, I know, but it doesn't say
because I am for sale that Major Dundas is going to buy me. He's got his
own little fish to fry. He's in love with Miriam Crane!"
"What! the governess?" scoffed the doctor, holding out his cup for
another cup of tea. "You needn't trouble yourself about her. From what
Mrs. Darrow hinted that young lady is no better than she should be. I
couldn't quite get at the facts, but there's a good deal that's queer
about her, and Dundas is not the man to marry a woman with a doubtful
past."
"And he most certainly is not the man to marry a girl who jilts another
man because he happens to be poor."
"There will be no jilting about the matter," replied Dr. Marsh
irritably. "You engaged yourself to Gerald Arkel without my knowledge.
Now that it has come to my knowledge I refuse to sanction it, that's
all."
"And unless I obey you'll cut me off with a shilling, I suppose,"
sneered Miss Hilda.
"Don't be insolent, girl!" shouted the doctor, colouring with rage. "I
won't have it. I've been more than a good father to you. Haven't I given
you a first-class education, dressed you like a princess, and allowed
you to do absolutely nothing, as if you had a thousand a year of your
own?"
"Oh, you've done all in your power to make your Circassian a saleable
article, I admit."
"Circassian! what does the girl mean?"
"Simply that I have been fed and dressed and pampered just like a
Circassian for the Sultan's harem."
"Harem!" shrieked Mrs. Marsh. "Hilda, you positively shock me! Where do
you learn such language?"
"I shock myself when I think of myself, mother. They sell Circassians in
Turkey, and what do you and father intend to do with me--what have you
always intended to do with me--but sell me to the highest bidder? Simply
because it turns out now that Major Dundas has this money I am to be put
on the market for his inspection. A little while ago I should not have
minded--I did not mind; but now, oh!"--she was on her feet by this time
and white with anger--"it is too degrading to be treated like a bale of
goods. You think nothing of my heart--of my feelings. I believe you
would throw me gladly into the arms of the Prince of Darkness himself if
he was rich enough. I hate you both for it, and I hate myself, and--and
I won't stand it! I won't!" And the wretched girl, unable to contain
herself, ran out of the room. For she had discovered for the first time
that she could feel, and her feelings had been touched, and all the
training of past years was powerless to prevent a little outburst of
nature.