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WOMEN TELEGRAPHERS IN LITERATURE AND CINEMA<br />

courts, <strong>the</strong> Times op<strong>in</strong>ed that “m<strong>in</strong>isters who lend <strong>the</strong>mselves to such a<br />

mockery of law and morality as a marriage by telegraph . . . are lend<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

aid to enable foolish people to live <strong>in</strong> a state of concub<strong>in</strong>age.” 15<br />

In <strong>the</strong> Cage<br />

Henry James’s novella In <strong>the</strong> Cage, published <strong>in</strong> 1898, deals with issues of<br />

class and society <strong>in</strong> late Victorian England. On <strong>the</strong> surface, <strong>the</strong> story is rem<strong>in</strong>iscent<br />

of “Along <strong>the</strong> <strong>Telegraph</strong> Wires.” It is <strong>the</strong> story of a telegraphist <strong>in</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> Mayfair district of London who beg<strong>in</strong>s to <strong>in</strong>volve her telegraphic customers<br />

<strong>in</strong> an elaborate fantasy world which she weaves out of <strong>the</strong> messages<br />

<strong>the</strong>y send. She rema<strong>in</strong>s curiously nameless and enigmatic throughout <strong>the</strong><br />

story—James refers to her as “our young woman.” 16<br />

For “our young woman,” <strong>the</strong> cage, <strong>the</strong> post and telegraph office she occupies<br />

<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner of Cocker’s, a grocer’s store <strong>in</strong> a fashionable part of<br />

London, does not represent a chance for social advancement; ra<strong>the</strong>r, it is a<br />

sign of how far she has fallen socially. She must work to support her widowed<br />

mo<strong>the</strong>r, who has taken to dr<strong>in</strong>k and with whom she shares a d<strong>in</strong>gy flat,<br />

which is only referred to and never seen; <strong>the</strong>re are suggestions of earlier<br />

family misfortunes. Her only confidante is a Mrs. Jordan, a vicar’s widow<br />

who does floral arrangements for wealthy homes; “our young woman”<br />

trades gossip about <strong>the</strong> scandals of her telegraph customers for Mrs. Jordan’s<br />

descriptions of <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>teriors of great houses.<br />

Although fasc<strong>in</strong>ated by <strong>the</strong> seem<strong>in</strong>gly carefree and scandalously immoral<br />

lives of her rich and profligate customers, “our young woman” is realistic<br />

about her own prospects. She keeps company on Sundays, her day<br />

off, with a Mr. Mudge, who manages a similar office <strong>in</strong> Chalk Garden, a less<br />

fashionable neighborhood <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> northwestern part of <strong>the</strong> city. She has resigned<br />

herself to marry<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> practical but unimag<strong>in</strong>ative Mr. Mudge, although<br />

she seems less than enthusiastic about it.<br />

“Our young woman’s” fantasies center around <strong>the</strong> person of Capta<strong>in</strong><br />

Everard, a handsome and dissolute young rake who regularly comes to her<br />

office to arrange liaisons with his lover via <strong>the</strong> telegraph; he belongs, she<br />

notes, “supremely to <strong>the</strong> class that wired everyth<strong>in</strong>g, even <strong>the</strong>ir expensive<br />

feel<strong>in</strong>gs.” Lady Bradeen, <strong>the</strong> object of Capta<strong>in</strong> Everard’s attentions, was<br />

“<strong>the</strong> handsomest woman she had ever seen”; she came to <strong>the</strong> telegraph of-

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