pontalba said:
Peder You know that whole exchange was a bit bizarre to say the least. When he said that meant he'd been accepted, I about fell over!
We know why he wanted to marry her, but for the life of me, I cannot imagine why she wanted to marry him!
The only thing I can think of that would be practical, would be that he would take care of her daughter financially after her death. But she didn't seem to give her daughter any other thought besides how much the child's noisyness irritated her (because of her illness). But at the end of her little speech to Arthur, she did mention the daughter.
How could she not have been in the least suspicious???
Pontalba,
Bizarre is a good word for that exchange! In fact I was never convinced that she was even remotely thinking seriously of marrying him. I thought that maybe she was toting up the pros' and con's, all con's, and going to conclude that it couldn't be. And that she was preparing a nice way of letting him down. I likewise gaped when I saw his repsonse. I thought to myself, "Now Vlad! You can write a better transition than that! But when I looked at it again, I thought, "Well, why not? Stroke of genius! Why shilly shally?"
Why not suspicious? Best I can think of is that she never heard the saying "If it sounds too good to be true, it is!" Perhaps her head was turned by his (feinged) show of interest in her despite all her accurately self-perceived negatives. Perhaps her heart went all a-fluttering, "Who? Me?!" (or "Moi?!"
) and she realized, realistically, that another proposal was not about to arrive for a long time. As for the money, I could imagine her seeing that as a handy thing, even for her current life, long before any thoughts it would also be useful for her surviving daughter. She had been missing payments to the governess, we had learned. So, money talks, would be my guess. Plus, as we have seen, he was con-man at least as much as he was stalker, and they sure do gull the gullible, eveyday of the week in real life.
But even before that bizarre conversation began, I didn't know what was going on. Arthur made these cryptic remarks about joint ownership of furniture when he was clearly buying furniture only for himself, and she said "You pick strange times for this kind of talk."
And there I was, standing like a fool, asking "Huh? What kind of talk? When? Did I miss something? What did I miss? Somebody please tell me what is going on here?"
In fact, that last question still stands, if some one can draw me pictures to explain that earlier bit of conversation
Peder