Awakening eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 379 pages of information about Awakening.

Awakening eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 379 pages of information about Awakening.
not want.  From the bank, awhile, in the warm summer stillness, she watched the water-lily plants and willow leaves, the fishes rising; sniffed the scent of grass and meadow-sweet, wondering how she could force everybody to be happy.  Jon and Fleur!  Two little lame ducks—­charming callow yellow little ducks!  A great pity!  Surely something could be done!  One must not take such situations lying down.  She walked on, and reached a station, hot and cross.

That evening, faithful to the impulse toward direct action, which made many people avoid her, she said to her father: 

“Dad, I’ve been down to see young Fleur.  I think she’s very attractive.  It’s no good hiding our heads under our wings, is it?”

The startled Jolyon set down his barley-water, and began crumbling his bread.

“It’s what you appear to be doing,” he said.  “Do you realise whose daughter she is?”

“Can’t the dead past bury its dead?”

Jolyon rose.

“Certain things can never be buried.”

“I disagree,” said June.  “It’s that which stands in the way of all happiness and progress.  You don’t understand the Age, Dad.  It’s got no use for outgrown things.  Why do you think it matters so terribly that Jon should know about his mother?  Who pays any attention to that sort of thing now?  The marriage laws are just as they were when Soames and Irene couldn’t get a divorce, and you had to come in.  We’ve moved, and they haven’t.  So nobody cares.  Marriage without a decent chance of relief is only a sort of slave-owning; people oughtn’t to own each other.  Everybody sees that now.  If Irene broke such laws, what does it matter?”

“It’s not for me to disagree there,” said Jolyon; “but that’s all quite beside the mark.  This is a matter of human feeling.”

“Of course it is,” cried June, “the human feeling of those two young things.”

“My dear,” said Jolyon with gentle exasperation; “you’re talking nonsense.”

“I’m not.  If they prove to be really fond of each other, why should they be made unhappy because of the past?”

“You haven’t lived that past.  I have—­through the feelings of my wife; through my own nerves and my imagination, as only one who is devoted can.”

June, too, rose, and began to wander restlessly.

“If,” she said suddenly, “she were the daughter of Philip Bosinney, I could understand you better.  Irene loved him, she never loved Soames.”

Jolyon uttered a deep sound-the sort of noise an Italian peasant woman utters to her mule.  His heart had begun beating furiously, but he paid no attention to it, quite carried away by his feelings.

“That shows how little you understand.  Neither I nor Jon, if I know him, would mind a love-past.  It’s the brutality of a union without love.  This girl is the daughter of the man who once owned Jon’s mother as a negro-slave was owned.  You can’t lay that ghost; don’t try to, June!  It’s asking us to see Jon joined to the flesh and blood of the man who possessed Jon’s mother against her will.  It’s no good mincing words; I want it clear once for all.  And now I mustn’t talk any more, or I shall have to sit up with this all night.”  And, putting his hand over his heart, Jolyon turned his back on his daughter and stood looking at the river Thames.

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