“I might explain him by saying that she’s still in love with him.”
“Ah, if you’re still imprisoned in the old formulas!”
Mrs. Ansell confronted him with a grave face. “Isn’t that precisely what Bessy is? Isn’t she one of the most harrowing victims of the plan of bringing up our girls in the double bondage of expediency and unreality, corrupting their bodies with luxury and their brains with sentiment, and leaving them to reconcile the two as best they can, or lose their souls in the attempt?”
Mr. Langhope smiled. “I may observe that, with my poor child so early left alone to me, I supposed I was doing my best in committing her guidance to some of the most admirable women I know.”
“Of whom I was one—and not the least lamentable example of the system! Of course the only thing that saves us from their vengeance,” Mrs. Ansell added, “is that so few of them ever stop to think.…”
“And yet, as I make out, it’s precisely what you would have Bessy do!”
“It’s what neither you nor I can help her doing. You’ve given her just acuteness enough to question, without consecutiveness enough to explain. But if she must perish in the struggle—and I see no hope for her—” cried Mrs. Ansell, starting suddenly and dramatically to her feet, “at least let her perish defending
her ideals and not denying them—even if she has to
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