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"I attach importance only to the fact that he's a man. Men who are never anything but their father's sons aren't men."
"And yet a father has some rights."
"Yes, sir; some. He has the right to follow where his grown-up children lead. He hasn't the right to lead and require his grown-up children to follow."
He s.h.i.+fted his ground. "I'm obliged to you for your opinion, but at present it's not to the point--"
I broke in breathlessly: "Pardon me, sir; it's exactly to the point. I'm a woman; Hugh's a man. We're--we're in love with each other; it's all we have to be concerned with."
"Not quite; you've got to be concerned--with me."
"Which is what I deny."
"Oh, denial won't do you any good. I didn't come to hear your denials, or your affirmations, either. I've come to tell you what to do."
"But if I know that already?"
"That's quite possible--if you mean to play your game as doubtless you've played it before. I only want to warn you--"
I looked toward Mrs. Brokens.h.i.+re for help, but her eyes were fixed on the floor, on which she was drawing what seemed like a design with the tip of her parasol. The greyhounds were stretched at her feet. I could do nothing but speak for myself, which I did with a calmness that surprised me.
"Mr. Brokens.h.i.+re," I interrupted, "you are a man and I'm a woman. What's more, you're a strong man, while I'm a woman with no protection at all.
I ask you--do you think you're playing a man's part in insulting me?"
His tone grew kind almost to affection. "My dear young lady, you misunderstand me. Insult couldn't be further from my thoughts. I'm speaking entirely for your own sake. You're young; you're very pretty; I won't say you've no knowledge of the world because I see you have--"
"I've a good deal of knowledge of the world."
"Only not such knowledge as would warrant you in pitting yourself against me."
"But I don't. If you'd leave me alone--"
"Let us keep to what we're talking of. I'm sorry for you; I really am.
You're at the beginning of what might euphemistically--do you know the meaning of the word?--be called a career. I should like to save you from it; that's all. It's why I'm speaking to you very plainly and using language that can't be misunderstood. There's nothing original in your proceeding, believe me. Nearly every family of the standing of mine has had to reckon with something of the sort. Where there are young men, and young women of--what do you want me to say?--young women who mean to do the best they can for themselves--let us put it in that way--"
"I'm a gentleman's daughter," I broke in, weakly.
He smiled. "Oh yes; you're all gentlemen's daughters. Neither is there anything original in that."
"Mrs. Rossiter will tell you that my father was a judge in Canada--"
"The detail doesn't interest me."
"No, but it interests me. It gives me a sense of being equal to--"
"If you please! We'll not go into that."
"But I must speak. If I'm to marry Hugh you must let me tell you who I am."
"It's not necessary. You're not to marry Hugh. Let that be absolutely understood. Once you've accepted the fact--"
"I could only accept it from Hugh himself."
"That's foolish. Hugh will do as I tell him."
"But why should he in this case?"
"That again is something we needn't discuss. All that matters, my dear young lady, is your own interest. I'm working for that, don't you see, against yourself--"
I burst out, "But why shouldn't I marry him?"
He leaned on the table, tapping gently with his hand. "Because we don't want you to. Isn't that enough?"
I ignored this. "If it's because you don't know anything about me I could tell you."
"Oh, but we do know something about you. We know, for example, since you compel me to say it, that you're a little person of no importance whatever."
"My family is one of the best in Canada."
"And admitting that that's so, who would care what const.i.tuted a good family in Canada? To us here it means nothing; in England it would mean still less. I've had opportunities of judging how Canadians are regarded in England, and I a.s.sure you it's nothing to make you proud."
Of the several things he had said to sting me I was most sensitive to this. I, too, had had opportunities of judging, and knew that if anything could make one ashamed of being a British colonial of any kind it would be British opinion of colonials.
"My father used to say--"
He put up his large, white hand. "Another time. Let us keep to the subject before us."
I omitted the mention of my father to insist on a theory as to which I had often heard him express himself: "If it's part of the subject before us that I'm a Canadian and that Canadians are ground between the upper and lower millstones of both English and American contempt--"
"Isn't that another digression?"
"Not really," I hurried on, determined to speak, "because if I'm a sufferer by it, you are, too, in your degree. It's part of the Anglo-Saxon tradition for those who stay behind to despise those who go out as pioneers. The race has always done it. It isn't only the British who've despised their colonists. The people of the Eastern States despised those who went out and peopled the Middle West; those in the Middle West despised those who went farther West." I was still quoting my father. "It's something that defies reason and eludes argument. It's a base strain in the blood. It's like that hierarchy among servants by which the lady's maid disdains the cook, and the cook disdains the kitchen-maid, and the proudest are those who've nothing to be proud of.
For you to look down on me because I'm a Canadian, when the commonest of Englishmen, with precisely the same justification, looks down on you--"
"Dear young lady," he broke in, soothingly, "you're talking wildly.
You're speaking of things you know nothing about. Let us get back to what we began with. My son has offered to marry you--"
"He didn't offer to marry me. He asked me--he begged me--to marry him."
"The way of putting it is of no importance."
"Ah, but it is."
"I mean that, however he expressed it--however you express it--the result must be the same."
I nerved myself to look at him steadily. "I mean to accept him. When he asked me yesterday I said I wouldn't give him either a Yes or a No till I knew what you and his family thought of it. But now that I do know--"
"You're determined to try the impossible."