Winter Bride - an excerpt:
his best friend Max asks our hero, Freddy to keep an eye on
his aunt and her nieces while Max is away and attend
their regular literary society meetings, Freddy is appalled:
Not the literary society. The horror stories those girls
read are enough to make a fellows hair stand on end.
Max frowned. Horror stories? They dont read horror
stories, only entertaining tales of the kind ladies seem to
enjoy, about girls and gossip and families
Horror stories, every last one of them, Freddy
said firmly. You asked me to sit in on their literary
society last month, when you went up to Manchester, remember?
The story they were reading then . . . He gave an eloquent
shudder. Horror from the very first line: It is a
truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession
of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. Must he,
indeed? What about the poor fellows wants, eh? Do they
matter? No. Every female in the blasted story was plotting
to hook some man for herself or her daughter or niece. If
you dont call that horror, I dont know what is!
You can laugh, bound as you are for parsons noose
in the morning, Freddy said bitterly, but every
single man in that story ended up married by the end of the
book! Every last one. He numbered them off on his fingers.
The main fellow, his best friend, the parson, even the
soldier fellow ended up married to the silly light-skirt sisternot
one single man in that story escaped unwed. He shuddered
again. Enough to give a man nightmares. So, no literary
society for me, thank you.
The Winter Bride
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