Coelebs: The Love Story of a Bachelor — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Coelebs: The Love Story of a Bachelor
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She had been in Moresby a week when she made this astounding attack, and
the occasion which she chose for making it was one morning when she was
returning with her host from an inspection of the village school, which,
in a moment of weakness, he had suggested might interest her.
The school did interest her; but the sight of John Musgrave surrounded
in the infants' classroom with a number of greedy, unabashed babies, who
felt in his pockets for sweets with a confidence that suggested
familiarity with the practice, interested her far more. On the homeward
walk she informed him that patronising other people's babies, while
undoubtedly commendable, was not his business in life; that he was not a
good citizen, because, from purely selfish motives, he was neglecting
his most important duty to the State.
John Musgrave was so embarrassed, and so annoyed, that during the rest
of the walk, which fortunately was not of long duration, he could not
utter a word. He turned in at his own gate in a seriously displeased
frame of mind; and Mrs Chadwick, feeling guilty but unrepentant,
preceded him up the path with the wickedest of little smiles playing
about her lips.
"Thank you so much, Mr Musgrave," she said, as they parted in the hall,
"for a really enjoyable morning."
Then she went upstairs to her room, and later she recounted for Belle's
edification the result of her visit to the school.
Mrs Sommers was amused; but she experienced a slight compassion for her
brother, who would feel, she realised, as startled at a woman
approaching a man on such a subject as he would be averse to the subject
itself. People in Moresby left the laws of life alone.
John Musgrave was, as a matter of fact, deeply disgusted. He resented,
not only the indelicacy, but the impertinence of this interference with
the individual. He summarised the proceeding as a display of bad taste.
Nevertheless the idea, once presented to him, was not easily dislodged
from his brain. Somehow he had never considered the individual in
responsible relationship to the State. The suggestion was new to him,
and highly disturbing. He had up to the present considered himself in
the light of a very good citizen, an example to other men who
disregarded their duties to the borough in which they resided, and gave
neither in money nor service to local affairs. He was respected in
Moresby as a useful as well as a generous resident. It would have been
difficult to fill his place if he left it; he could not conceive anyone
filling it satisfactorily. And now he was told that all that counted
for nothing, or at least for very little, since he was neglecting the
principal duty of all. No wonder that Mr Musgrave was annoyed; that he
looked upon Mrs Chadwick as highly objectionable, and resented her
presence in his house.
"You are a very daring woman," commented Mrs Sommers. "Although I have
grown up with John I would never have ventured to say such a thing as
that."