who has been her husband's sensual toy, and has
taken pleasure in being that, and only that, leaves her husband and her
children, as has been said, for school-books. A more arbitrary piece of
stage craft was never devised; but it was not the stage craft the critics
were accustomed to, and the admirers of Ibsen did not dare to admit
that he had devised Nora to cry aloud that a woman is more than a
domestic animal. It would have been fatal for an apostle or even a
disciple to admit the obvious fact that Ibsen was a dramatist of moral
ideas rather than of sensuous emotions; and there was nobody in the
'eighties to explain the redemption of Ibsen by his dialogue, the
strongest and most condensed ever written, yet coming off the reel like
silk. A wonderful thread, that never tangles in his hands. Ibsen is a
magical weaver, and so closely does he weave that we are drawn along
in the net like fishes.
But it is with the subject of the Doll's House rather than with the art
with which it is woven that we are concerned here. The subject of A
Drama in Muslin is the same as that of A Doll's House, and for this
choice of subject I take pride in my forerunner. It was a fine thing for a
young man of thirty to choose the subject instinctively that Ibsen had
chosen a few years before; it is a feather in his cap surely; and I
remember with pleasure that he was half through his story when Dr.
Aveling read him the first translation of A Doll's House, a poor thing,
done by a woman, that withheld him from any appreciation of the play.
The fact that he was writing the same subject from an entirely different
point of view prejudiced him against Ibsen; and the making of a woman
first in a sensual and afterward transferring her into an educational
mould with a view to obtaining an instrument to thunder out a given
theme could not be else than abhorrent to one whose art, however
callow, was at least objective. In the Doll's House Ibsen had renounced
all objectivity. It does not seem to me that further apologies are
necessary for my predecessor's remark to Dr. Aveling after the reading
that he was engaged in moulding a woman in one of Nature's moulds.
'A puritan,' he said, 'I am writing of, but not a sexless puritan, and if
women cannot win their freedom without leaving their sex behind they
had better remain slaves, for a slave with his sex is better than a free
eunuch;' and he discoursed on the book he was writing, convinced that
Alice Barton represented her sex better than the archetypal hieratic and
clouded figure of Nora which Ibsen had dreamed so piously, allowing,
he said, memories of Egyptian sculpture to mingle with his dreams.
My ancestor could not have understood the Doll's House while he was
writing A Drama in Muslin, not even in Mr. Archer's translation; he
was too absorbed in his craft at that time, in observing and
remembering life, to be interested in moral ideas. And his portrait of
Alice Barton gives me much the same kind of pleasure as a good
drawing. She keeps her place in the story, moving through it with quiet
dignity, commanding our sympathy and respect always, and for her
failure to excite our wonder like Nora we may say that the author's
design was a comedy, and that in comedy the people are not and
perhaps should not be above life size. But why apologize for what
needs no apology? Alice Barton is a creature of conventions and
prejudices, not her mother's but her own; so far she had freed herself,
and it may well be that none obtains a wider liberty. She leaves her
home with the dispensary doctor, who has bought a small practice in
Notting Hill, and the end seems a fulfilment of the beginning. The
author conducts her to the door of womanhood, and there he leaves her
with the joys and troubles, no doubt, of her new estate; but with these
he apparently does not consider himself to be concerned, though he
seems to have meditated at this time a sort of small comédie
humaine--small, for he must have known that he could not withstand
the strain of Balzac's shifts of fourteen hours. We are glad he was able
to conquer the temptation to imitate, yet we cannot forego a regret that
he did not turn to Violet Scully that was and look into the married life
of the Marchioness of Kilcamey--her grey intense eyes shining through
a grey veil, and her delightful thinness--her epicene bosom and long
thighs are the outward signs
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