Coelebs: The Love Story of a Bachelor — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Coelebs: The Love Story of a Bachelor
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"Possibly," returned Mrs Chadwick calmly, "if I had been brought up
with John I would not have adventured either. Familiarity with a
person's prejudices makes one diffident. I am not laying myself out to
please Mr Musgrave, but to modernise him, as you suggested. When he is
sufficiently modernised I mean to marry him."
"You will need to obtain a divorce first," retorted Mrs Sommers,
laughing. "And I am sure John would not consider that respectable."
"You have a mischievous habit of misrepresenting things. You know
perfectly well that I am satisfied with my lot in life. I am going to
find him a wife."
"Oh?" said Mrs Sommers. She looked thoughtful. "I think you will have
in that a more difficult task than in bringing him up to date."
"We shall see," returned Mrs Chadwick, and her tone was confident. "I
think myself that lack of opportunity has bred the disinclination. No
man is born a bachelor. The state, which is a misfit, results from his
circumstances."
"It isn't due to lack of opportunity in John's case," Belle asserted.
"The women who have run after him!..."
"Yes," said Mrs Chadwick. She was thinking of Miss Simpson. "But that
sort of woman doesn't count, my dear."
The successful married woman has, as a rule, a very good idea of the
kind of women men like. The successful married woman is never the vain
woman. The vain woman always imagines that the type she represents is
the type men admire; usually she is at fault. Mrs Chadwick was not a
vain woman. She knew very well that all men are not drawn towards the
same type of woman. Some men prefer looks; others mental qualities;
and, by an odd inconsistency in human nature, the perfectly
simple-souled and self-disciplined man inclines naturally toward the
woman endowed with the captivating wickedness of her sex. There is a
big distinction between captivating wickedness and vice. No man,
whether he be good or bad in principle, admires vice in the mothers of
the race.
Since Mr Musgrave reckoned in the category of the simple,
self-disciplined soul, plainly the woman for him must have a spice of
wickedness in her. Mrs Chadwick may have been mistaken in her
deduction, but at least she believed in it firmly.