Ann Veronica, a modern love story eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 375 pages of information about Ann Veronica, a modern love story.

Ann Veronica, a modern love story eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 375 pages of information about Ann Veronica, a modern love story.

“Friendships that are all very well between school-girls don’t always go on into later life.  It’s—­it’s a social difference.”

“I like Constance very much.”

“No doubt.  Still, one has to be reasonable.  As you admitted to me—­one has to square one’s self with the world.  You don’t know.  With people of that sort all sorts of things may happen.  We don’t want things to happen.”

Ann Veronica made no answer.

A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father.  “I may seem unduly—­anxious.  I can’t forget about your sister.  It’s that has always made me—­she, you know, was drawn into a set—­didn’t discriminate Private theatricals.”

Ann Veronica remained anxious to hear more of her sister’s story from her father’s point of view, but he did not go on.  Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years.  She glanced at him.  He stood a little anxious and fussy, bothered by the responsibility of her, entirely careless of what her life was or was likely to be, ignoring her thoughts and feelings, ignorant of every fact of importance in her life, explaining everything he could not understand in her as nonsense and perversity, concerned only with a terror of bothers and undesirable situations.  “We don’t want things to happen!” Never had he shown his daughter so clearly that the womenkind he was persuaded he had to protect and control could please him in one way, and in one way only, and that was by doing nothing except the punctual domestic duties and being nothing except restful appearances.  He had quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things.  He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee.  Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her.  And the less “anything” happened the better.  The less she lived, in fact, the better.  These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him.  She spoke slowly.  “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said.  “I don’t think I shall.”

“Some little tiff?”

“No; but I don’t think I shall see them.”

Suppose she were to add, “I am going away!”

“I’m glad to hear you say it,” said Mr. Stanley, and was so evidently pleased that Ann Veronica’s heart smote her.

“I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry.  “I think we are growing sensible,” he said.  “I think you are getting to understand me better.”

He hesitated, and walked away from her toward the house.  Her eyes followed him.  The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience.  “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said and over.  Vee’s all right.  There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—­he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—­or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least.

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