Excerpt of Farthing by Jo Walton
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"Then are you sure you didnt marry me for the opposite reason?" David asked,
ignoring the diversion. "Especially so you could use me to enjoy snubbing people
like Lady Thirkie?"
"Thats absurd," I said, and turned back to the mirror, and this time I
caught up my hair and the pearls all in one swirl and managed to get it just
right where all my careful trying before had failed. I smiled at my reflection,
and at David where he was standing behind me.
There was a certain grain of truth in what he said, but a very distant grain
that wouldnt be good for either of us or for our marriage if we spent time
dwelling on it. Daddy had made me face all that on the night hed agreed to the
marriage going ahead. David had imagined that Daddy would make endless
difficulties, but in fact he just gave me that one really hard talk and then
buckled down and accepted David as one of the family. It was Mummy who made the
difficulties, as Id known it would be.
Daddy had called me into his office in London and told all the secretaries
and everyone not to let anybody in. Id felt simultaneously rather important,
and as if I were ten years old and on the carpet for not doing my homework. I
had to keep reminding myself I was the thoroughly grown-up and
almost-on-the-shelf young lady I really was. I sat in the leather chair he keeps
for visitors, clutching my purse on my knee, and he sat down behind his big
eighteenth-century desk and just looked at me for a moment. He didnt beat about
the bush at all, no nonsense with drinks and cigarettes and getting comfortable.
"Im sure you know what I want to talk to you about, Luce," he started.
I nodded. "David," I said. "I love him, Daddy, and I want to marry him."
"David Kahn," Daddy had said, as if the words left a bad taste in his mouth.
I started to say something feeble in Davids defense, but Daddy held up a
hand. "I already know what youre going to say, so save your breath. He was born
in England, hes a war hero, his family are very wealthy. I could counter with
the fact that he was educated on the Continent, hes a Jew, and not one of us."
"I was just going to say we love each other," I said, with as much dignity as
I could manage. Unlike Mummy, who could only make a nuisance of herself, Daddy
really could have scuppered the whole thing at that point. Although I was
twenty-three and, since Hugh died, heir to pretty much everything except
Farthing and the title, I didnt have any money of my own beyond what Daddy let
me have, and neither did David. His family were wealthy enough, but he himself
hardly had a bean, certainly not enough for the two of us to live on. His
family, which surprised me at first though it made sense afterwards, didnt
approve of me one whit more than mine approved of him. So it could have been a
real Romeo and Juliet affair if not for Daddy seeing sense and coming over to my
"Having seen you together and talked to young David, I dont doubt that,
funnily enough," Daddy said. "But what I want to know is whether thats enough.
Loves a wonderful thing, but it can be a fragile flower when the winds blow
cold against it, and I can see a lot of cold winds poised to howl down on the
pair of you."
"Just so long as youre not one of those winds, Daddy," I said, pressing my
knees together and sitting up straight, to look as mature and sensible as I
Daddy laughed. "Ive seen you sitting like that when you want to impress me
since you were five years old," he said. Then he suddenly leaned forward and
turned really serious. "Have you thought what its going to mean being Mrs.
Kahn? We share a name that we didnt do anything personally to earn but which we
inherited from our Eversley ancestors, who did. It is a name that opens doors
for us. Youre talking about giving that up to become Mrs. Kahn---"
Copyright © 2006 by Jo Walton