Mrs. Craddock. W. Somerset Maugham

Ley!" exclaimed Miss Glover, blushing.

      "Oh, you're old enough to take a sensible view of the matter," answered Miss Ley, somewhat brutally. "Bertha is merely the female attracted to the male, and that is the only decent foundation of marriage—the other way seems to me merely horrid. And what does it matter if the man is not of the same station, the instinct has nothing to do with the walk in life; if I'd ever been in love I shouldn't have cared if it was a pot-boy, I'd have married him—if he asked me."

      "Well, upon my word!" said the doctor.

      But Miss Ley was roused now, and interrupted him: "The particular function of a woman is to propagate her species; and if she's wise shell choose a strong and healthy man to be the father of her children. I have no patience with those women who marry a man because he's got brains. What is the good of a husband who can make abstruse mathematical calculations? A woman wants a man with strong arms and the digestion of an ox."

      "Miss Ley," broke in Miss Glover, "I'm not clever enough to argue with you, but I know you're wrong. I don't think I am right to listen to you; I'm sure Charles wouldn't like it."

      "My dear, you've been brought up like the majority of English girls—that is, like a fool."

      Poor Miss Glover blushed. "At all events I've been brought up to regard marriage as a holy institution. We're here upon earth to mortify the flesh, not to indulge it. I hope I shall never be tempted to think of such matters in the way you've suggested. If ever I marry I know that nothing will be further from me than carnal thoughts. I look upon marriage as a spiritual union in which it is my duty to love, honour, and obey my husband, to assist and sustain him, to live with him such a life that when the end comes we may be prepared for it."

      Fiddlesticks!" said Miss Ley.

      "I should have thought you of all people," said Dr. Ramsay, "would object to Bertha marrying beneath her."

      "They can't be happy," said Miss Glover.

      "Why not? I used to know in Italy Lady Justitia Shawe, who married her footman. She made him take her name, and they drank like fishes. They lived for forty years in complete felicity, and when he drank himself to death poor Lady Justitia was so grieved that her next attack of delirium tremens carried her off. It was most pathetic."

      "I can't think you look forward with pleasure to such a fate for your only niece, Miss Ley," said Miss Glover, who took everything seriously.

      "I have another niece, you know," answered Miss Ley. "My sister, Mrs. Vaudrey, has three children."

      But the doctor broke in: "Well, I don't think you need trouble yourselves about the matter, for I have authority to announce to you that the marriage of Bertha and young Craddock is broken off."

      "What!" cried Miss Ley. "I don't believe it."

      "You don't say so," ejaculated Miss Glover at the same moment. "Oh, I am relieved."

      Dr. Ramsay rubbed his hands, beaming with delight. "I knew I should stop it," he said. "What do you think now, Miss Ley?"

      He was evidently rejoicing over her discomfiture, and that lady became rather cross.

      "How can I think anything till you explain yourself?" she asked.

      "He came to see me last night—you remember he asked for an interview of his own accord—and I put the case before him. I talked to him, I told him that the marriage was impossible; and I said the Leanham and Blackstable people would call him a fortune-hunter. I appealed to him for Bertha's sake. He's an honest, straightforward fellow—I always said he was. I made him see he wasn't doing the straight thing, and at last he promised he'd break it off."

      "He won't keep a promise of that sort," said Miss Ley.

      "Oh, won't he!" cried the doctor. "I've known him all his life, and he'd rather die than break his word."

      "Poor fellow!" said Miss Glover, "it must have pained him terribly."

      "He bore it like a man."

      Miss Ley pursed her lips till they practically disappeared. "And when is he supposed to carry out your ridiculous suggestion, Dr. Ramsay?" she asked.

      "He told me he was lunching here to-day, and would take the opportunity to ask Bertha for his release."

      "The man's a fool!" muttered Miss Ley to herself, but quite audibly.

      "I think it's very noble of him," said Miss Glover, "and I shall make a point of telling him so."

      "I wasn't thinking of Mr. Craddock," snapped Miss Ley.

      Miss Glover looked at Dr. Ramsay to see how he took the rudeness; but at that moment the door was opened and Bertha walked in. Miss Ley caught her mood at a glance. Bertha was evidently not at all distressed; there were no signs of tears, but her cheeks showed more colour than usual, and her lips were firmly compressed; Miss Ley concluded that her niece was in a very pretty passion. However, she drove away the appearance of anger, and her face was full of smiles as she greeted her visitors.

      "Miss Glover, how kind of you to come. How d'you do, Dr. Ramsay? . . . Oh, by the way, I think I must ask you—er—not to interfere in future with my private concerns."

      "Dearest," broke in Miss Glover, "it's all for the best."

      Bertha turned to her and the flush on her face deepened: "Ah, I see you've been discussing the matter. How good of you! Edward has been asking me to release him."

      Dr. Ramsay nodded with satisfaction.

      "But I refused!"

      Dr. Ramsay sprang up, and Miss Glover, lifting her hands, cried: "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" This was one of the rare occasions in her life upon which Miss Ley was known to laugh outright.

      Bertha now was simply beaming with happiness. "He pretended that he wanted to break the engagement—but I utterly declined."

      "D'you mean to say you wouldn't let him go when he asked you?" said the doctor.

      "Did you think I was going to let my happiness be destroyed by you?" she asked, contemptuously. "I found out that you had been meddling, Dr. Ramsay. Poor boy, he thought his honour required him not to take advantage of my inexperience; I told him, what I've told him a thousand times, that I love him and that I can't live without him. . . . Oh, I think you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dr. Ramsay. What d'you mean by coming between me and Edward?"

      Bertha said the last words passionately, breathing hard. Dr. Ramsay was taken aback, and Miss Glover, thinking such a manner of speech almost unladylike, looked down. Miss Ley's sharp eyes played from one to the other.

      "Do you think he really loves you?" said Miss Glover, at last. "It seems to me that if he had, he would not have been so ready to give you up."

      Miss Ley smiled; it was certainly curious that a creature of quite angelic goodness should make so Machiavellian a suggestion.

      "He offered to give me up because he loved me," said Bertha, proudly. "I adore him ten thousand times more for the suggestion."

      "I have no patience with you," cried the doctor, unable to contain himself. "He's marrying you for your money."

      Bertha gave a little laugh. She was standing by the fire and turned to the glass. . . . She looked at her hands, resting on the edge of the chimney-piece, small and exquisitely modelled, the fingers tapering, the nails of the softest pink. They were the gentlest hands in the world, made for caresses; and, conscious of their beauty, she wore no rings. With them Bertha was well satisfied. Then, raising her glance, she saw herself in the mirror: for a while she gazed into her dark eyes, flashing sometimes and at others conveying the burning messages of love. She looked at her ears—small, and pink like a shell; they made one feel that no materials were so grateful to the artist's hands as the materials which make up the body of man. Her hair was dark too, so abundant that she scarcely knew how to wear it, curling; one wanted to pass one's hands through it, imagining that its touch must be delightful. She put her fingers to one side, to arrange a stray lock: they might say what they liked, she thought, but her hair was good. Bertha wondered