A Woman of no Importance
Jun 4th, 2011 by Ashley
The ideal man should talk to us as if we were goddesses, and treat us as if we were children. He should refuse all our serious requests and gratify every one of our whims. He should always say much more than he means, and always means much more than he says. He should persistently compromise us in public, and treat us with absolute respect when we are alone. And yet, he should be always ready to have a perfectly terrible scene whenever we want one. And to become miserable, absolutely miserable at a moment’s notice. And overwhelm us with just approaches in less than twenty minutes. And be positively violent at the end of half an hour, and to leave us forever at a quarter to eight when we have to go and dress for dinner. And when after that, one has seen him for really the last time, and he’s refused to take back the little things he has given one and promised never to communicate with one again or to write one any foolish letters, he should be perfectly broken hearted and telegraph one all day long and send one little notes every half an hour by a private hansom, and dying quite alone at the pub so everyone should know how unhappy he was. And after a whole dreadful week, during which one has gone about everywhere with one’s husband just to show how lonely one was, he may be given a third last parting, in the evening. And then, if his conduct has been quite irreproachable, and one has behaved really badly to him, he should be allow to admit that he’s been entirely in the wrong And when he has admitted that, it becomes a women’s duty to forgive. And one can do it all over again from the beginning, with variations.
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