Part 44 (2/2)

”What became of their personality all that time I cannot imagine: their woman's nature that one hears so much about, and from which such prodigious feats were to be looked for, in the future.”

”Yes, _that_ is where the inconsistency of a girl's education strikes me most,” said Lady Engleton. ”If she were intended for the cloister one could understand it. But since she is brought up for the express purpose of being married, it does seem a little absurd not to prepare her a little more for her future life.”

”Exactly,” cried Hadria, ”if the orthodox are really sincere in declaring that life to be so sacred and desirable, why on earth don't they treat it frankly and reverently and teach their girls to understand and respect it, instead of allowing a furtive, sneaky, detestable spirit to hover over it?”

”Yes, I agree with you there,” said Lady Engleton.

”And if they _don't_ really in their hearts think it sacred and so on (and how they _can_, under our present conditions, I fail to see), why do they deliberately bring up their girls to be married, as they bring up their sons to a profession? It is inconceivable, and yet good people do it, without a suspicion of the real nature of their conduct, which it wouldn't be polite to describe.”

Mrs. Jordan--her face irradiated with satisfaction--was acknowledging the plaudits of the villagers, who shouted more or less in proportion to the eye-filling properties of the departing guests.

Hadria was seized with a fit of laughter. It was an awkward fact, that she never could see Mrs. Jordan's majestic form and n.o.ble bonnet without feeling the same overwhelming impulse to laugh.

”This is disgraceful conduct!” cried Lady Engleton.

Hadria was clearly in one of her most reckless moods to-day.

”You have led me on, and must take the consequences!” she cried.

”Imagine,” she continued with diabolical deliberation, ”if Marion, on any day _previous_ to this, had gone to her mother and expressed an overpowering maternal instinct--a deep desire to have a child!”

”Good heavens!” exclaimed Lady Engleton.

”Why so shocked, since it is so holy?”

”But that is different.”

”Ah! then it is holy only when the social edict goes forth, and proclaims the previous evil good and the previous good evil.”

”Come, come; the inconsistency is not quite so bad as that. (How that man does dawdle!)”

Hadria shrugged her shoulders. ”It seems to me so; for now suppose, on the other hand, that this same Marion, on any day _subsequent_ to this, should go to that same mother, and announce an exactly opposite feeling--a profound objection to the maternal function--how would she be received? Heavens, with what pained looks, with what plat.i.tudes and proverbs, with what reproofs and axioms and sentiments! She would issue forth from that interview like another St. Sebastian, stuck all over with wounds and arrows. 'Sacred mission,' 'tenderest joy,' 'holiest mission,' 'highest vocation'--one knows the mellifluous phrases.”

”But after all she would be wrong in her objection. The instinct is a true one,” said Lady Engleton.

”Oh, then why should she be pelted for expressing it previously, if the question is not indiscreet?”

”Well, it would seem rather gruesome, if girls were to be overpowered with that pa.s.sion.”

”So we are all to be horribly shocked at the presence of an instinct to-day, and then equally shocked and indignant at its absence to-morrow; our sentiment being determined by the performance or otherwise of the ceremony we have just witnessed. It really shows a touching confidence in the swift adaptability of the woman's sentimental organization!”

Lady Engleton gave an uneasy laugh, and seemed lost in uncomfortable thought. She enjoyed playing with unorthodox speculations, but she objected to have her customary feelings interfered with, by a reasoning which she did not see her way to reduce to a condition of uncertainty.

She liked to leave a question delicately balanced, enjoying all the fun of ”advanced” thought without endangering her favourite sentiments. Like many women of talent, she was intensely maternal, in the instinctive sense; and for that reason had a vague desire to insist on all other women being equally so; but the notion of the instinct becoming importunate in a girl revolted her; a state of mind that struggled to justify itself without conscious entrenchment behind mere tradition.

Lady Engleton sincerely tried to shake off prejudice.

”You are in a mixed condition of feeling, I see,” Hadria said. ”I am not surprised. Our whole scheme of things indeed is so mixed, that the wonder only is we are not all in a state of chronic lunacy. I believe, as a matter of fact, that we _are_; but as we are all lunatics together, there is no one left to put us into asylums.”

Lady Engleton laughed.

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