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She was a good girl, kind, good-natured, jolly. She, too, was talking about the Jubilee about some committee that she was on and some flags that they were making. How exciting to them all the Jubilee was, and how unimportant to him! Some book she was talking about. "...the new woman at the Library is so nice. She let me have it at once. It's The Massarenes, mother, darling, by Ouida.
The girls say it's lovely." "I've heard of it, dear. Mrs. Sampson was talking about it. She says it's not a nice book at all. I don't think father would like you to read it." "Oh, you don't mind, father, do you?" "What's that?" The Archdeacon was in a good humour. He loved apple tart. "The Massarenes, by Ouida." "Trashy novels. Why don't you girls ever read anything but novels?" and so on.
"The Massarenes" may have faults, but how many of our actual woman-scribes, for all their monkey-tricks of cleverness, could have written it? The haunting charm of "In Maremma": why ask our public to taste such stuff? You might as well invite a bilious nut-fooder to a Lord Mayor's banquet.
Piles of that trashy novel Joan had been talking about, The Massarenes, by Ouida. Pah! Stuff and nonsense. How did people have time for such things? "Yes, Mr. Waller. Fine day. Very fine May we're having. Ought to be fine for the Jubilee. Hope so, I'm sure. Disappoint many people if it's wet...." He bought the Church Times and crossed to the side-line.
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