12 August.--My expectations were wrong, for twice during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get out. She seemed, even in her sleep, to be a little impatient at finding the door shut, and went back to bed under a sort of protest. I woke with the dawn, and heard the birds chirping outside of the window. Lucy woke, too, and I was glad to see, was even better than on the previous morning. All her old gaiety of manner seemed to have come back, and she came and snuggled in beside me and told me all about Arthur. I told her how anxious I was about Jonathan, and then she tried to comfort me. Well, she succeeded somewhat, for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can make them more bearable.
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“…and [Lucy] came and snuggled in beside me and told me all about Arthur.”
‘Honi soit qui mal y pense’— this was not at all shocking at the time. Intense friendships between unmarried women was not scandalous, although the more worldly may have wondered if they were more than just friends.
“Boston marriages” at Wikipedia: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_marriage
Posted by: Most Significant | August 12, 2022 at 11:33 AM