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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CHAPTER V.<br />
THE CAUSE OF THE DECREE.<br />
"EXCEPT as a purely artificial convention to cope<br />
with <strong>the</strong> even greater artificiality <strong>of</strong> civilisation, I<br />
have never believed in marriage, Clare."<br />
"<strong>The</strong>n why did you marry me?"<br />
"Because I loved you—loved you with all my<br />
soul, as I always shall."<br />
"You never presumed to inflict any <strong>of</strong> your<br />
hideous views upon me—you never dared to suggest<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r alternative."<br />
"I'm not quite a fool, Clare. Of course I knew<br />
it would be no good."<br />
"Had I been a rank Bohemian, free thinker, unconventional<br />
autocrat like you"—Clare spoke with<br />
great bitterness—"would you in that case have<br />
asked me to be your mistress?"<br />
Bruce thought ra<strong>the</strong>r seriously before replying,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, "No," he said at length. "You see, <strong>the</strong>re is<br />
<strong>the</strong> title. I had hoped " <strong>The</strong> words stuck in<br />
his throat. "I've been a fool, my dear—"<br />
"Don't call me your dear—your dear, indeed!<br />
Hateful Mormon!"<br />
"My orders have been so strict, Clare, I am so<br />
used to being obeyed in all things that I had reckoned<br />
without <strong>the</strong> human factor. My private life<br />
would have remained hidden from you indefinitely<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 3 3<br />
but for <strong>the</strong> mischance <strong>of</strong> Putali's child. Ranee must<br />
have left her garden—she works under Mackenzie<br />
on Publoo—<strong>and</strong> joined <strong>the</strong> pluckers here."<br />
"But, why?"<br />
"Jealousy, my—jealousy, Clare. She must have<br />
known about Putali. Wanted to spy on her—<br />
damned little vixen!"<br />
"Well, go on."<br />
"I never intended to marry, never wished to<br />
marry, loa<strong>the</strong>d <strong>the</strong> very idea <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mutual servitude<br />
<strong>of</strong> marriage. I was fully resolved to retain my<br />
complete freedom. I needed marriage nei<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong><br />
one way nor <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. I have my work—it is<br />
everything to me."<br />
"I know," Clare interrupted him, with some<br />
measure <strong>of</strong> sympathy for his love <strong>of</strong> work as a life<br />
interest.<br />
"My work appeals to me as an attainment not<br />
altoge<strong>the</strong>r covered by sport alone. I have my name,<br />
my position, wealth. Humans, you know, Clare,<br />
humans <strong>of</strong> both sexes vary in many respects.<br />
A question <strong>of</strong> gl<strong>and</strong>s, <strong>the</strong> physiologists tell us.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are men, you know, more feminine than<br />
women, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re are women more masculine than<br />
men, physiologically speaking. One day <strong>the</strong> scientists<br />
may prolong our span <strong>of</strong> life through gl<strong>and</strong>ular<br />
means to a couple <strong>of</strong> hundred years or so."<br />
"You're welcome to <strong>the</strong>m," Clare put in scornfully.<br />
"You feel like that now, but—well, to continue,<br />
I lived here <strong>and</strong> worked. Whenever <strong>the</strong> mood took<br />
me I could take a run home, indulge myself in