It was Mr. Hardy1, chuckling2. “Say, I’ve arranged for you to lunch with Mrs. Simms today, and we shall have all the afternoon together.”
He rang again in a few moments in propria persona and arranged the day with Mrs. Crasterton. She was busy otherwise, and content to let me go. I went with bubbles of anticipation3 inflating4 me.
Lunch with Mrs. Simms was mere5 morning tea, as that lady was overworked opening things like bazaars6 to aid poor babies or golf clubs for rich ladies, and she was glad to be done with me. She said she would see more of me at her house. Would I come tomorrow? She had a big family and many friends and constituents7, and some of them were always at home. She lived at Burwood, and a tram would take me to her door. This meeting had been arranged by Mr. Simms and Mr. Hardy, and I was to be left at the publishers. Mrs. Simms said I would be wise to strike while the iron was hot.
Mr. Hardy was nearing the publishers as Mrs. Simms deposited me on the pavement, and he saluted8 her very politely. She was in a hurry, and away swung the cab. Mr. Hardy, without seeming to see me, eased me off into the crowd and strode along to his Aunt’s flat.
“Hooray!” he exclaimed when we were safely immured9. “Another day free from the crowd.”
I said no word lest I should expose my inexperience. I was a scientist with her first case, terrifically interested and as clear-headed as a cucumber. Mr. Hardy was having lunch sent in, and was free until the evening.
“Dear me,” said he, sitting down and looking at me with his bright abashing10 gaze. “I’m back among the tall trees again with their bloom filling the world like heaven, when I look at you. To think I was once as eager and sensitive as you, ready to worship at the feet of the great! I wouldn’t give up an hour with you for a week with the best girls that Sydney can bring to the post.”
This would have been inebriating11 if real, but Ma’s training was sticking to me splendidly. Was he going to “lead me astray”? It would be interesting to observe the preliminary stages. I was deprived of evening dress and dancing, but this would be something. Mr. Hardy was sympathetic about my cramped12 life, my desire to escape, but success, he said, had to be attacked from the jump and given no quarter. Could I stand up to the fray13?
I had no more idea of what to do than a wild duck scared up from the reeds of its dam. Mr. Hardy put in that day instructing me. I must get away to London as soon as possible, while I was young and interesting. There was nothing for a person of real gifts here. I would soon be ruined if I lingered among the local cacklers. He used the same term as Mr. Wilting14.
I timidly advanced my dream of there being an Australian soul on its own hook, and my desire to be part of its development. Phew! How severe Mr. Hardy was with me. That was a wicked socialistic notion which would ruin me socially and artistically16. One should stick to the right crowd.
I gathered that I was well in the right crowd for a start, that I was the intimate of people who ruled the social roost, whom others—with money and position—strove to cultivate in vain. Stiff-necked egotism invaded me, for I felt it difficult to even my wits and ideas to many of the people I met, and they had B FLATS, but I did not expose my INEXPERIENCE.
I brought up the idea in a different form. Wouldn’t it be self-respecting for Australian literature to do something on its own hook? This was on account of his dictum that the first thing to do was to comb the gumleaves out of my hair.
“This tosh of doing things on your own or Australia’s hook, where did you get it? You want to use any hooks that come handy. The other fellows’ when you get the chance: they’ll use your hook if you don’t look out—without saying thank you. The whole secret of success is to beat the Philistines17 at their own game.”
I just sat and looked mousey. Even a fool is counted wise if she holds her peace.
“As for that notion of the brotherhood18 of man that you have, and loving the unwashed, anything in that direction is sheer drivel, drivel! Propaganda is fatal to any artist.”
“What does propaganda mean?” I enquired19. I knew the word only as a joke to couple with improper20 geese.
“Aw!” he said impatiently, “it’s any of those luny ideas about the underdogs being superior because they have nothing, and the theory that their betters should support them in a velvet21 cage.”
“I see. It’s propaganda to advocate justice for the weak and helpless. What is it to uphold the rich?”
“Ha! Ha!” he chuckled22. “It’s darned good business. It pays.”
“I see,” I repeated with a chill down my spine23. “When you propagand for the top dogs it’s not propaganda: it’s like praising God: and God must be praised all the time or you’ll go to hell.”
Mr. Hardy laughed, but rather grimly. “See here, a man must take pride in his breed, and uphold the Empire.”
“Of course, but couldn’t there be different ways of upholding it?”
“Now, don’t spring any more of that socialist15 rot about the young men’s dreams, and the old men being able to rest, or you’re a goner as a writer. Editors would scent24 you a mile off. See here, the biggest literary success, the greatest artist today is the most rousing imperialist. Gad25, if only I could write like Kipling!”
To succeed by his recipe I should have to deny what I honestly felt. I should have to keep my inner self hidden from Mr. Hardy or it would be bruised26 and sore. What puzzled me was that my first attempt was praised for its sincerity27, and yet every man who wanted to marry me or to help me in my career immediately set out to change me into something entirely28 different. Why not in the first place seek the writings and the girls that they wanted me to be like? There were plenty of them. No one would ever have heard of me had I not been different, but that difference was immediately to be erased29.
I could not argue with Mr. Hardy. My emotions made my thought go woozy when he dragooned me both for provincialism and drivelling sentiment about the under dog. It was, oh, so easy to fall back on being a girl. That was the only side of any woman Mr. Hardy would really want except those to do his cooking and laundry and other things that could be done for him equally well by men, only that he would have to pay them more.
His aunt was away for some days, and Mr. Hardy spent every one of them except Sunday with me alone. At the beginning it was a game of parry.
“Dear me,” he said on the second afternoon. “It is a shame that you have no pretty things. You are meant for evening dress: you have all the lines, and flesh like pink wax. Let me see your arms.”
I was shocked by this suggestion, but he insisted upon unbuttoning the simple wrist-band and turning up the bishop30 sleeve.
“Good gracious! And you waste your breath in admiring Edmée Actem. Her arms are drum-sticks compared with yours. To think of the scarecrows with the salt cellars under their ears and necks like a plucked fowl31 that are thrust upon a fellow in society, while you are covered up like a nun32.” He insisted that mine was the arm of an odalisque, with dainty bones and dimpled wrist and elbow.
“Any man who wasn’t ossified33 would devour34 your arms,” he exclaimed, proceeding35 to act upon his word. Then he devoured36 my lips until I was almost unconscious.
This was magnificently startling and thrilling and quite unexpected, that is in intensity37 and extent. There was something else that was intoxicating38: the lightning intuition that he would not have gone as far as those devouring39 kisses, had I imposed restraint, even the raising of a finger. I had not invited him, being too modest for that, but neither had I exactly disinvited him.
The old wives’ tales of men that filter to the most secluded40 girl represent men of maniacal41 sexual greed. I knew the gruesome tales told by midwives who have to protect their patients. The denigrating42 knowledge of prostitution was also known to me; there were milder confidences but always of feminine weariness opposed to merciless demands. No one had ever suggested that there would be any sensitiveness among men, that some men, however few, would, like myself, be incapable43 of amour if they were unacceptable or unless many other things such as the loved one, the time, the place and response struck twelve together.
This was a revelation of another side of the lure45 of the Groves46 of Daphne. One felt as the Ancient Mariner47 when he was the first that ever burst into that silent sea, for all I had heard of this previously48.
Ned Crispin, Arthur Masters, Billy Quiver and others had not laid a finger on me. Was that too, male sensitiveness? I had not speculated on this before. Were men sensitive only in the presence of virginity? Once the bar was down did they lose all respect? It did not seem that I could ever find a man with whom I could retain my self-respect in such a surrender.
Mr. Hardy and I were at variance49 on my deeper and inner ideas, but in playing the most magic game known we were equally matched in this vein50 of sensitiveness. I was his quarry51 because of my inexperience, but he was equally mine in my thirst for knowledge.
I was so elated by the discovery that maidenly52 safety lay in my own hands that I planned some sorties on my own account. This arrangement of going to Mrs. Simms acted admirably for liberty. It was another inebriating thing to discover that in a great city one could have adventures and no one the wiser. In the bush the very crows and magpies53 reported every movement. Little wonder that city people were wickeder than those in the bush, with opportunities and temptations so available.
I decided55 to go secretly to the Bulletin office. The Bulletin was a mine of fascination56, but not considered nice for young girls or clergymen. I had a friend in its office, Mr. A. G. Stephens. I was much more eager to know him than dozens of silly old Sir James Hobnobs and stuffy57 professors and ponderous58 parliamentarians, but Mr. Stephens was regarded as a devil with horns. I asked was he a liar59 or a thief or a rake, and the reply always was, “Oh, no, not that, but the man is wrong-headed.” By persistent60 cross-examination I elicited61 that he discussed sympathetically the works of men who promulgated62 abashing views on sex and sociology: someone named G. B. Shaw, in particular. I sounded Mr. Hardy about him, and it was laughable to hear his execration63 of a real hog64 who would subvert65 society. As for my meeting “that crowd”, well, that would be to throw pearls of innocence66 before the swine of dangerous propaganda.
Nothing could now have stopped me from going to Mr. Stephens, and I climbed to his office and spontaneously burst into affection for him in a fraternal and intellectual way. How generous he was! He took me to tea, he gave me books, wonderful new books for my own that I had not dreamed of possessing. He talked in a whimsical way with twinkles in his eyes, adding to my literary education in every paragraph.
He asked about my future work, and was it true that Mr. Hardy had me in hand? “Would you advise me to make a model of Mr. Hardy?” It was as funny as a circus to hear his views of Mr Hardy. He did not exhibit the vehemence67 against Mr. Hardy that Mr. Hardy had against Mr. Stephens, but was equally damning. I should not think of such a man at all. His work was thin and vicious, imitative; he had been unable to work in Australian material, so had decamped to London and there echoed a cheap kind of smartness. It would be suicidal for me to ape such a course. Hardy lacked literary or any other ideals.
If some fairy had offered me a gift I should have chosen to be able to draw, so I asked breathlessly for Norman Lindsay. He was young like myself, his drawings were more shocking than my book, and he was equally talked about. Mr. Stephens shook his head. Norman would not be interested in me: I was not his type physically68 or mentally. He would be contemptuous of me as a bread and butter miss. No coaxing69 would make him disgorge Norman, but he gave me a book illustrated70 by him.
Mr. Stephens sent a messenger to Geebung Villa71 with the parcel of books, but I would not let the Norman Lindsay drawings out of my possession and departed on the adorable little King Street cable tram with them clasped to my bosom72. I was to lunch with Zo? de Vesey at Potts Point, and I burst in with the drawings in triumph. Mr. Hardy was also there for lunch. Zo? did not bag social lions: people knew they were in SOCIETY if she noticed them, and so sought her invitations. With opportunity they turned from lions into tame house cats for ever under her feet.
I gurgled inwardly to hear Mr. Hardy fulminate about those drawings. He said to Greville de Vesey that it showed what kind of a swine the fellow was to give such things to a child like Sybylla. Zo? said, “Nonsense! I am so glad, Sybylla, that Mr. Stephens gave you those drawings. I must ask him to lunch. If I had a daughter I would much rather give her Lindsay’s drawings than let her read that sloppy73 trash of the Greatest Australian Writer for Girls—it is enough to bemuse girls mentally and morally.”
Mr. Hardy wanted to take the Lindsay book from me, but I put it safely on Zo?‘s bed. I was looking forward to showing the drawings to Great-aunt Jane.
After lunch I got Zo? aside and said as she knew all about SOCIETY and LIFE and LOVE would she tell me how the fascinating belles74 managed to refuse to marry men and retain them for QUONDAM LOVERS. I was ambitious for such possessions. “That’s the ABC. You must make each man feel that he has broken your heart, and but for some fluke you would have married him. That works like a charm, but of course it requires a little finesse75.”
Four o’clock found Mr. Hardy and me together again in the flat. He may have been as great a rake as reported, who thought no more of cracking a woman’s heart than of shooting a partridge, a man of the London world, a society idol76 who had achieved money and réclame by comedies of sultry duchesses and adulterous clubmen—Piccadilly club-men—but with me he was an Australian and kept to Australian rules in the game.
“Such innocence! Such inconceivable innocence!” he would exclaim. “I should like to take you away and shut you up somewhere so that your quaint77 childish purity would never be spoiled, and keep you for myself.”
I was innocent. I had only intuition to guide me, but suddenly woman’s knowledge had come and I was ages old in rebellion, and I did not kindle78 because I felt that Mr. Hardy looked on women as being created solely79 for the delight of men. I often chuckled to myself to picture how incredulous Zo? or Edmée would have been that Goring80 Hardy found me sufficient entertainment for hours together. Zo? would have thought me on the high road to having my unseasoned heart cracked. She would not have guessed that I was offsetting81 exploitation of unsophistication by turning amour inside out to see the wheels of passion go round.
A fool is counted wise if he holds his peace, can be made to work by a woman if she is young and her eyelashes are long. Whirlwinds of sophistication won’t protect a man from gullibility82 in this respect. A woman has the advantage if she is equally matched in intelligence. To start, a man is an open book to her while she has depths that he does not suspect because some of them he will not concede to her. He insists that they are not natural for a woman, and it being impossible to fully83 cheat nature he only cheats himself.
Goring Hardy would sit in a big chair and pull me to his knee. Oh, Aunt Jane and Ma if only you had seen that I could sit there without danger to my virtue84, because that issue lay in my own hands! Dangerous—perhaps. So was it to ride a rampant85 stallion in girl-girly skirts, but approximately safe with skill. I had come to like the kisses, but any further caress86 or familiarity waited on a release which I did not give. Automatically any infringement87 of my code would have sent me up and away startled and resentful, and Goring Hardy was sensitively aware of that.
As he revelled88 in my innocence I grew more and more unsophisticated before his eyes. This was easy because I was genuinely blindfolded89 by INEXPERIENCE. Simple silence or to hang my head when in doubt had the desired result. I sat muffled90 in modesty91: there was no chink through which a breeze of illicit92 amour could make its way. He would ask me what I was thinking. I withheld93 that I was pondering the monotony of such procedure, which could lead to nothing but consummation, and that was out of the question to me. Then, would there come only monotony and satiety94 again? Disillusion95. Must one become drunk to find rapture96 in amour, or remain without illusion? It appeared so from what evidence I could garner97, and that was a fatiguing98 thought to me.
If, in trying to usurp99 the maternal100 rights of the race as well as their own, men have accentuated101 the simple eternal feminine until it is cloying102 and infernal, no less have they made over-virilised masculinity equally infernal, crude and repellent.
“Haven’t you any feeling? Are you made of ice? Are you anything of a woman or are you only a spirit?” he would demand, kissing my arm. I watched the aforesaid wheels turning, my innocence outwardly intensifying103, quietly, easily self-contained. My attitude and very tone of voice had been ingrafted by generations of conventionalised, continent mothers who had swallowed the prescriptions104 laid down for them by men instead of developing themselves in the exercise of natural law, and with nothing to ease their lot but the superstition105 that the impositions foisted106 upon them had been God’s will.
He would sometimes lay out a fairy tale. I was to go to London and have a retreat where he and I would work. How baffled I felt by INEXPERIENCE. It bound me like a cocoon107. I imagined how Edmée would revel44 in like case, how histrionically she would handle it. All Sydney would know that Goring Hardy had been madly in love with her, that he had kidnapped her and shut her up with him while hostesses had been expecting them and suffering the ruin of parties by their absence. Everyone would know that her heart too had been just a little touched, and she would achieve glamour108.
Whereas I did not get the enjoyment109 to which I was entitled because I did not know how to handle the situation and feared that Goring Hardy was regarding me as he might have a chorus girl or a social inferior who would be on all fours by his patronage110. However, when you don’t know what to do, do nothing. If a young woman in her teens wishes to pile on innocence one of the surest recipes is to murmur111 something about MOTHER. I said I did not think my mother would let me go to London. That shooed him off those suggestions.
“I wish to God I could marry you,” he would say vehemently112, “but I can’t afford to.” He would be imploring113, heated and almost angry by turns at what he called my iciness.
“I cannot marry you, but by jove, how I wish I could,” he would repeat, speaking as if to marry me he would only have to ask. I might have succumbed114 if he had invited me inside a wedding ring, but I knew, young and inexperienced though I was, that it would never work, and no man living could have tempted115 me outside a wedding ring. I had been so reared that any other suggestion was so deadly an insult that it iced any emotion I might have had.
On one occasion when he repeated his refrain I murmured, “Perhaps it would not make anyone happy to marry you. Someone told me you are a terrible flirt116.”
“The Old Campaigner, I suppose,” he sneered117.
“No, she thinks you a very distinguished118 man.”
“Then, who was it?”
“It’s in the air, from all the society women; they say you are a rake.”
He flared119 into sentiments ignoble120 before an unsophisticated girl, so defenceless that he could say, “I’m sorry I can’t marry you,” to her face without fear of being snubbed.
He said women were a pack of cats, only that was a politer word than he used. I said nothing at all. When the first fury passed he said women had no call to talk about men, that a woman’s whole aim in life was to chase some poor devil and trap him into having to slave for her for ever after.
I thought this cowardly inconsistency seeing that women were compelled to marry by nearly all other occupations being closed to them, and by the pressure of public opinion. Men want it both ways like a bully121 arranging a game.
Mr. Hardy continued that there wasn’t one woman of all the pack, who, if she had the chance without being found out, would not have taken a swifter gait than he had, and that it was typical of feminine treachery for them to betray him to me; but I thought it loyal on their part to warn me.
“What did you say to those low cats?” he demanded.
“Nothing at all. I thought I’d wait for your defence.”
At that he smiled wryly122. “If you were an ordinary girl, I could make a defence, but all the things that satisfy other girls, seem to lose their value when offered to you.”
So this was an example of an uncrude man making love. He had been an artist in beating up his game. It may have been demoralising to the game, but perhaps EXPERIENCE cannot be harvested without some demoralisation. AUNT’S holiday was nearly done and I had my worries, so I said plaintively123, “Are you sure that you couldn’t marry me—aren’t you rich enough at ail54?”
“It’s quite out of the question, little one. We must both marry money. Love in a garret and sacrificing one’s self for the lower orders is delirium124 tremens. The common people are not worth lifting and are the first to turn on those who waste their talents in trying to better the world.”
It seemed to me that it was not merely a matter of lifting the helpless, but that certain people could not find oil for the soul in them if they did not give ear to the still small voice of justice and fair play.
“Then I must go away and not see you any more for I don’t want to be so terribly hurt that I can’t bear it,” I murmured, applying Zo?‘s recipe, to which I clung dumbly, refusing to explain or to add or subtract a syllable125.
And that was the end of that little bit of psychological research.
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