Giacinta was unprincipled and violent: I tired of her in three months.
Clara was honest and quiet; but heavy,mindless,and unimpressible: not one whit to my taste. I was glad to give her a sufficient sum to set her up in a good line of business,and so get decently rid of her.
But,Jane,I see by your face you are not forming a very favourable opinion of me just now. You think me an unfeeling,loose-principled rake: don"t you?"
"I don"t like you so well as I have done sometimes,indeed,sir.
Did it not seem to you in the least wrong to live in that way,first with one mistress and then another? You talk of it as a mere matter of course."
"It was with me; and I did not like it. It was a grovelling fashion of existence: I should never like to return to it. Hiring a mistress is the next worse thing to buying a slave: both are often by nature,and always by position,inferior: and to live familiarly with inferiors is degrading. I now hate the recollection of the time I passed with Celine,Giacinta,and Clara."
I felt the truth of these words; and I drew from them the certain inference,that if I were so far to forget myself and all the teaching that had ever been instilled into me,as- under any pretext- with any justification- through any temptation- to bee the successor of these poor girls,he would one day regard me with the same feeling which now in his mind desecrated their memory. I did not give utterance to this conviction: it was enough to feel it. I impressed it on my heart,that it might remain there to serve me as aid in the time of trial.
"Now,Jane,why don"t you say "Well,sir?" I have not done. You are looking grave. You disapprove of me still,I see. But let me e to the point. Last January,rid of all mistresses- in a harsh,bitter frame of mind,the result of a useless,roving,lonely life-corroded with disappointment,sourly disposed against all men,and especially against all womankind (for I began to regard the notion of an intellectual,faithful,loving woman as a mere dream),recalled by business,I came back to England.