The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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98 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
her. <strong>The</strong>n she threw <strong>of</strong>f her mood, blamed herself<br />
for a fool, <strong>and</strong> completely recovered went over to<br />
Manly to call upon Florence Tooth, <strong>of</strong> all people.<br />
Why she decided to call on that worthy, whom<br />
she had met but once at Orange, she could not<br />
herself have told you. Perhaps it was on account<br />
<strong>of</strong> little nothings which had leaked through to her<br />
from Edith via Bruce. Perhaps something in <strong>the</strong><br />
personality <strong>of</strong> Florence had got beneath her armour.<br />
Be that as it may, nothing would do but<br />
that Clare must take ferry back to Sydney to catch<br />
<strong>the</strong> Curl Curl leaving Circular Quay at two o'clock<br />
p.m.<br />
Little did Clare know as <strong>the</strong> ferry churned up<br />
<strong>the</strong> waters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> harbour Manlywards that Miss<br />
Florence was in possession <strong>of</strong> secrets which would<br />
have turned Clare's hair green. Confidence poured<br />
into her secretive, underst<strong>and</strong>ing ears which made<br />
mention <strong>of</strong> Sir Bruce Arbuthnot, umteenth<br />
baronet <strong>and</strong> multitudinous villain.<br />
For, with all her eccentricity, Florence was one<br />
<strong>of</strong> those excitable women who completely lose<br />
all such peculiarities when concerned with <strong>the</strong><br />
troubles <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r people. No cobweb covered safe<br />
buried family secrets so safely as could Florence,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Edith knew it. Knew it as surely as she drew<br />
breath.<br />
Under <strong>the</strong> role <strong>of</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r Confessor, Miss Tooth<br />
was apt to find herself. Under it <strong>the</strong>re was no need<br />
to give vent to her insufficient energy outlet <strong>and</strong><br />
freedom <strong>of</strong> thought by training Gatling guns on an<br />
in<strong>of</strong>fensive picnic crowd. Sitting, metaphorically<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 99<br />
speaking, in her confessional box, Florence Tooth<br />
became a real woman, a whole woman, <strong>and</strong> a<br />
woman <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world, whose broad-minded judgment<br />
was <strong>of</strong> some moment. Excitability completely<br />
left her.<br />
Edith had confessed to her unasked, <strong>and</strong> now<br />
Clare was about to do so. Each woman had felt<br />
in danger <strong>of</strong> bursting if she did not open up to some<br />
sympa<strong>the</strong>tic brain. And no finer nerve tonic in this<br />
world could be given to Florence than to minister<br />
<strong>and</strong> give carefully thought-out counsel to her<br />
fellow mortals.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are many Florence Tooths in this world;<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are generally unmarried, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir state <strong>of</strong><br />
single bliss is a definite loss to some poor fools <strong>of</strong><br />
men who should have seized <strong>the</strong>m by <strong>the</strong> scalp <strong>and</strong><br />
married <strong>the</strong>m, failing <strong>the</strong>ir securing <strong>the</strong>m by<br />
simpler means. And if such spinsters be "old<br />
maids," <strong>the</strong>n, thank God for old maids! <strong>The</strong> term<br />
takes on a s<strong>of</strong>ter tone by its association with some<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dearest women born.