I don't believe in these innocent people who do not know what they are doing half their time.Ask any London magistrate what he thinks of the lady who explains that she picked up the diamond brooch:-"Not meaning,of course,your Worship,to take it.I would not do such a thing.It just happened this way,your Worship.I was standing as you might say here,and not seeing anyone about in the shop I opened the case and took it out,thinking as perhaps it might belong to someone;and then this gentleman here,as I had not noticed before,comes up quite suddenly and says;'You come along with me,'
he says.'What for,'I says,'when I don't even know you?'I says.
'For stealing,'he says.'Well,that's a hard word to use to a lady,'I says;'I don't know what you mean,I'm sure.'"And if she had put them all on,not thinking,what would a really nice girl have done when the gentleman came up and assured her they were hers?She would have been thirty seconds taking them off and flinging them back into the box.
"Thank you,"she would have said,"I'll trouble you to leave this garden as quickly as you entered it and take them with you.I'm not that sort of girl."Marguerite clings to the jewels,and accepts the young man's arm for a moonlight promenade.And when it does enter into her innocent head that he and she have walked that shady garden long enough,what does she do when she has said good-bye and shut the door?She opens the ground-floor window and begins to sing!
Maybe I am not poetical,but I do like justice.When other girls do these sort of things they get called names.I cannot see why this particular girl should be held up as an ideal.She kills her mother.
According to her own account this was an accident.It is not an original line of defence,and we are not allowed to hear the evidence for the prosecution.She also kills her baby.You are not to blame her for that,because at the time she was feeling poorly.I don't see why this girl should have a special line of angels to take her up to heaven.There must have been decent,hard-working women in Nurnburg more entitled to the ticket.
Why is it that all these years we have been content to accept Marguerite as a type of innocence and virtue?The explanation is,Isuppose,that Goethe wrote at a time when it was the convention to regard all women as good.Anything in petticoats was virtuous.If she did wrong it was always somebody else's fault.Cherchez la femme was a later notion.In the days of Goethe it was always Cherchez l'homme.It was the man's fault.It was the devil's fault.It was anybody's fault you liked,but not her's.
The convention has not yet died out.I was reading the other day a most interesting book by a brilliant American authoress.Seeing Ilive far away from the lady's haunts,I venture to mention names.Iam speaking of "Patience Sparhawk,"by Gertrude Atherton.I take this book because it is typical of a large body of fiction.Miss Sparhawk lives a troubled life:it puzzles her.She asks herself what is wrong.Her own idea is that it is civilisation.
If it is not civilisation,then it is the American man or Nature--or Democracy.Miss Sparhawk marries the wrong man.Later on she gets engaged to another wrong man.In the end we are left to believe she is about to be married to the right man.I should be better satisfied if I could hear Miss Sparhawk talking six months after that last marriage.But if a mistake has again been made I am confident that,in Miss Sparhawk's opinion,the fault will not be Miss Sparhawk's.The argument is always the same:Miss Sparhawk,being a lady,can do no wrong.
If Miss Sparhawk cared to listen to me for five minutes,I feel Icould put her right on this point.
"It is quite true,my dear girl,"I should say to her,"something is wrong--very wrong.But it is not the American man.Never you mind the American man:you leave him to worry out his own salvation.You are not the girl to put him right,even where he is wrong.And it is not civilisation.Civilisation has a deal to answer for,I admit:
Don't you load it up with this additional trouble.The thing that is wrong in this case of yours--if you will forgive my saying so--is you.You make a fool of yourself;you marry a man who is a mere animal because he appeals to your animal instincts.Then,like the lady who cried out 'Alack,I've married a black,'you appeal to heaven against the injustice of being mated with a clown.You are not a nice girl,either in your ideas or in your behaviour.I don't blame you for it;you did not make yourself.But when you set to work to attract all that is lowest in man,why be so astonished at your own success?There are plenty of shocking American men,Iagree.One meets the class even outside America.But nice American girls will tell you that there are also nice American men.There is an old proverb about birds of a feather.Next time you find yourself in the company of a shocking American man,you just ask yourself how he got there,and how it is he seems to be feeling at home.You learn self-control.Get it out of your head that you are the centre of the universe,and grasp the idea that a petticoat is not a halo,and you will find civilisation not half as wrong as you thought it."I know what Miss Sparhawk's reply would be.
"You say all this to me--to me,a lady?Great Heavens!What has become of chivalry?"A Frenchman was once put on trial for murdering his father and mother.He confessed his guilt,but begged for mercy on the plea that he was an orphan.Chivalry was founded on the assumption that woman was worthy to be worshipped.The modern woman's notion is that when she does wrong she ought to be excused by chivalrous man because she is a lady.
I like the naughty heroine;we all of us do.The early Victorian heroine--the angel in a white frock,was a bore.We knew exactly what she was going to do--the right thing.We did not even have to ask ourselves,"What will she think is the right thing to do under the circumstances?"It was always the conventional right thing.You could have put it to a Sunday school and have got the answer every time.The heroine with passions,instincts,emotions,is to be welcomed.But I want her to grasp the fact that after all she is only one of us.I should like her better if,instead of demanding:
"What is wrong in civilisation?What is the world coming to?"and so forth,she would occasionally say to herself:
"Guess I've made a fool of myself this time.I do feel that 'shamed of myself."She would not lose by it.We should respect her all the more.
