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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106 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
"God forbid, my dear. You couldn't stop Bruce<br />
at anything to which he set his mind if you tried.<br />
Let him have a free rein, child. <strong>The</strong> more you try<br />
to hold him in, <strong>the</strong> harder he'll pull. Don't I know<br />
'em! Do you think he really loves you?"<br />
"I'm sure <strong>of</strong> it, Auntie."<br />
"So'm I, my pet. If I wasn't, nothing would<br />
stop me from getting between you. As it is—"<br />
"Yes, Aunt Floss?"<br />
"As it is, you shall marry <strong>the</strong> boy if—if—<strong>the</strong>re,<br />
you leave it to me, child. If things go awry, come<br />
to your old Aunt. Look up Florence Tooth. You'll<br />
marry him all right, my love, never fear; but don't<br />
be in a hurry. You must be patient. I entirely disagree<br />
with long engagements, but exceptions prove<br />
<strong>the</strong> rule. Don't get engaged, just wait for <strong>the</strong> boy.<br />
Do you underst<strong>and</strong> me? Wait for him. If you<br />
find he isn't <strong>the</strong> saint you think him, ask yourself,<br />
`Will he stick to me? Will he prove himself a better<br />
man than his fa<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>and</strong> put aside indiscretion<br />
with marriage?' If your heart tells you he will, go<br />
ahead, my pet, <strong>and</strong> marry <strong>the</strong> young devil. After you<br />
are married, let him have his own way. He won't<br />
want it <strong>the</strong>n. He'll love curbing. Don't think<br />
marriage finishes it, it only starts it. After you are<br />
married you have to keep him. That's <strong>the</strong> hardest<br />
part, my dear. Don't I know. Keep your sweet<br />
self attractive for him. Be far more particular in<br />
this after your marriage than before. That's where<br />
some <strong>of</strong> you girls display such ignorance. Feed <strong>the</strong><br />
brutes, Edith; feed <strong>the</strong>m <strong>and</strong> fascinate <strong>the</strong>m. Don't<br />
I know 'em."<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 107<br />
"You don't think very well <strong>of</strong> men, Auntie, do<br />
you?"<br />
"Yes <strong>and</strong> no, child. <strong>The</strong>re is as much similarity<br />
between men <strong>and</strong> women as between a sparrow <strong>and</strong><br />
a cat. <strong>The</strong>y're all brutes, every mo<strong>the</strong>r-son <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>m. Don't tell me. What you have to do is to<br />
choose a clear-minded brute."<br />
"But you trust Bruce, don't you, Aunt?"<br />
"'Mm!" replied Florence Tooth. "I would trust<br />
him with my dearest secret. I would consign my<br />
last penny in his care, o<strong>the</strong>rwise, my dear, young<br />
Bruce Swinton, or whatever his name is, happens<br />
to be a man. Also, he has a tainted family record.<br />
Stick to him, my darling, <strong>and</strong> wait for him. That's<br />
your old Aunt's advice to you. I think you are<br />
going to have a steep climb. You are likely to find<br />
obstacles in your way that appear insurmountable.<br />
You'll get over <strong>the</strong>m. I'm certain <strong>of</strong> it. I know it<br />
as surely as I live. Your secret is safe with me, pet.<br />
You know that without my saying it. You've<br />
found your mate, Edith; I feel it. Stick to him<br />
through everything. <strong>The</strong> boy's sound; he rings<br />
true, my dear. Don't be too squeamish over morals<br />
this side <strong>of</strong> your marriage. <strong>Time</strong> enough for that<br />
afterwards. Don't ask him difficult questions.<br />
Trust him <strong>and</strong> all will be well."<br />
"Oh, Auntie, you are a darling! I do love you so<br />
awfully much."<br />
"Fiddlesticks, child!" said Florence Tooth.<br />
"Don't tell me."<br />
"Mrs. Swinton to see you, if you please, Mum."