The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

“Did you like those people?” Helen asked her casually.

“Yes,” she replied blankly.

“You talked to him, didn’t you?”

She said nothing for a minute.

“He kissed me,” she said without any change of tone.

Helen started, looked at her, but could not make out what she felt.

“M-m-m’yes,” she said, after a pause.  “I thought he was that kind of man.”

“What kind of man?” said Rachel.

“Pompous and sentimental.”

“I like him,” said Rachel.

“So you really didn’t mind?”

For the first time since Helen had known her Rachel’s eyes lit up brightly.

“I did mind,” she said vehemently.  “I dreamt.  I couldn’t sleep.”

“Tell me what happened,” said Helen.  She had to keep her lips from twitching as she listened to Rachel’s story.  It was poured out abruptly with great seriousness and no sense of humour.

“We talked about politics.  He told me what he had done for the poor somewhere.  I asked him all sorts of questions.  He told me about his own life.  The day before yesterday, after the storm, he came in to see me.  It happened then, quite suddenly.  He kissed me.  I don’t know why.”  As she spoke she grew flushed.  “I was a good deal excited,” she continued.  “But I didn’t mind till afterwards; when—­” she paused, and saw the figure of the bloated little man again—­“I became terrified.”

From the look in her eyes it was evident she was again terrified.  Helen was really at a loss what to say.  From the little she knew of Rachel’s upbringing she supposed that she had been kept entirely ignorant as to the relations of men with women.  With a shyness which she felt with women and not with men she did not like to explain simply what these are.  Therefore she took the other course and belittled the whole affair.

“Oh, well,” she said, “He was a silly creature, and if I were you, I’d think no more about it.”

“No,” said Rachel, sitting bolt upright, “I shan’t do that.  I shall think about it all day and all night until I find out exactly what it does mean.”

“Don’t you ever read?” Helen asked tentatively.

Cowper’s Letters—­that kind of thing.  Father gets them for me or my Aunts.”

Helen could hardly restrain herself from saying out loud what she thought of a man who brought up his daughter so that at the age of twenty-four she scarcely knew that men desired women and was terrified by a kiss.  She had good reason to fear that Rachel had made herself incredibly ridiculous.

“You don’t know many men?” she asked.

“Mr. Pepper,” said Rachel ironically.

“So no one’s ever wanted to marry you?”

“No,” she answered ingenuously.

Helen reflected that as, from what she had said, Rachel certainly would think these things out, it might be as well to help her.

“You oughtn’t to be frightened,” she said.  “It’s the most natural thing in the world.  Men will want to kiss you, just as they’ll want to marry you.  The pity is to get things out of proportion.  It’s like noticing the noises people make when they eat, or men spitting; or, in short, any small thing that gets on one’s nerves.”

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