Beyond the City. Arthur Conan Doyle
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Название: Beyond the City
Автор: Arthur Conan Doyle
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 4057664652102
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“Look at that now!” cried the Admiral, with a lunge of his forefinger at the Doctor. “You mark my words, Walker, if we don't look out that woman will raise a mutiny with her preaching. Here's my wife disaffected already, and your girls will be no better. We must combine, man, or there's an end of all discipline.”
“No doubt she is a little excessive in her views,” said the Doctor, “but in the main I think as she does.”
“Bravo, Doctor!” cried the lady.
“What, turned traitor to your sex! We'll court-martial you as a deserter.”
“She is quite right. The professions are not sufficiently open to women. They are still far too much circumscribed in their employments. They are a feeble folk, the women who have to work for their bread—poor, unorganized, timid, taking as a favor what they might demand as a right. That is why their case is not more constantly before the public, for if their cry for redress was as great as their grievance it would fill the world to the exclusion of all others. It is all very well for us to be courteous to the rich, the refined, those to whom life is already made easy. It is a mere form, a trick of manner. If we are truly courteous, we shall stoop to lift up struggling womanhood when she really needs our help—when it is life and death to her whether she has it or not. And then to cant about it being unwomanly to work in the higher professions. It is womanly enough to starve, but unwomanly to use the brains which God has given them. Is it not a monstrous contention?”
The Admiral chuckled. “You are like one of these phonographs, Walker,” said he; “you have had all this talked into you, and now you are reeling it off again. It's rank mutiny, every word of it, for man has his duties and woman has hers, but they are as separate as their natures are. I suppose that we shall have a woman hoisting her pennant on the flagship presently, and taking command of the Channel Squadron.”
“Well, you have a woman on the throne taking command of the whole nation,” remarked his wife; “and everybody is agreed that she does it better than any of the men.”
The Admiral was somewhat staggered by this home-thrust. “That's quite another thing,” said he.
“You should come to their next meeting. I am to take the chair. I have just promised Mrs. Westmacott that I will do so. But it has turned chilly, and it is time that the girls were indoors. Good night! I shall look out for you after breakfast for our constitutional, Admiral.”
The old sailor looked after his friend with a twinkle in his eyes.
“How old is he, mother?”
“About fifty, I think.”
“And Mrs. Westmacott?”
“I heard that she was forty-three.”
The Admiral rubbed his hands, and shook with amusement. “We'll find one of these days that three and two make one,” said he. “I'll bet you a new bonnet on it, mother.”
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