The Woodhouse Correspondence
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Publisher: Date:8/5/2009 - General Books LLC
By: George William Erskine Russell
Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV Plas Cwmefn, September DEAR ALGERNON, Let me at once thank you very sincerely for your letter: frank though it was, I am truly grateful for it. I have long wished for an opportunity to tell you of my regret for the past, and of my full admission that you were right in every particular about George's affairs. Shanghai would have been the right place for him and the Church was the wrong one, and had he followed your admirable advice things would have been very different. Yet, in one respect (may I say it?) your judgment by no fault of your own was not so perspicacious as usual. You never understood me and I do not blame you, for every appearance was against me. Even then, though I could not but deplore it, I adored your wisdom and sincerity, and it was only pique at forfeiting what I should have prized so highly that made my manner to you seem somewhat abrupt. I know (to use your father's rather crude phrase at the time) that your family considered I "threw myself at George's head," and you were not the least emphatic among them. But even had dear George possessed a head to throw oneself at, this accusation was far from the truth. Our marriage was purely a love match, and, to be strictly accurate, the love was much stronger on George's side than on mine. He would have me! I might have made several much more desirable marriages: but I loved George. I saw that he needed a guiding stara business head to put order in his affairsand so I yielded. You, dear Algernon, who are still so much made of, so attractive, you yourself must have known at some time what love wasthe love of woman, which urges men to forsake worldly wisdom and to act against their personal interests. Your dear wife had, I believe, a large fortune: but before her day was not your heart stirre...