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was a regular custom with the family in Washington Square to go and
spend Sunday evening at Mrs. Almond’s. On the Sunday after the
conversation I have just narrated, this custom was not intermitted and on
this occasion, towards the middle of the evening, Dr. Sloper found reason
to withdraw to the library, with his brother-in-law, to talk over a
matter of business. He was absent some twenty minutes, and when he came
back into the circle, which was enlivened by the presence of several
friends of the family, he saw that Morris Townsend had come in and had
lost as little time as possible in seating himself on a small sofa,
beside Catherine. In the large room, where several different groups had
been formed, and the hum of voices and of laughter was loud, these two
young persons might confabulate, as the Doctor phrased it to himself,
without attracting attention. He saw in a moment, however, that his
daughter was painfully conscious of his own observation. She sat
motionless, with her eyes bent down, staring at her open fan, deeply
flushed, shrinking together as if to minimise the indiscretion of which
she confessed herself guilty.
The Doctor almost pitied her. Poor Catherine was not defiant; she had no
genius for bravado; and as she felt that her father viewed her
companion’s attentions with an unsympathising eye, there was nothing but
discomfort for her in the accident of seeming to challenge him. The
Doctor felt, indeed, so sorry for her that he turned away, to spare her
the sense of being watched; and he was so intelligent a man that, in his
thoughts, he rendered a sort of poetic justice to her situation.
“It must be deucedly pleasant for a plain inanimate girl like that to
have a beautiful young fellow come and sit down beside her and whisper to
her that he is her slave—if that is what this one whispers. No wonder
she likes it, and that she thinks me a cruel tyrant; which of course she
does, though she is afraid—she hasn’t the animation necessary—to admit it
to herself. Poor old Catherine!” mused the Doctor; “I verily believe she
is capable of defending me when Townsend abuses me!”
And the force of this reflexion, for the moment, was such in making him
feel the natural opposition between his point of view and that of an
infatuated child, that he said to himself that he was perhaps, after all,
taking things too hard and crying out before he was hurt. He must not
condemn Morris Townsend unheard. He had a great aversion to taking
things too hard; he thought that half the discomfort and many of the
disappointments of life come from it; and for an instant he asked himself
whether, possibly, he did not appear ridiculous to this intelligent young
man, whose private perception of incongruities he suspected of being
keen. At the end of a quarter of an hour Catherine had got rid of him,
and Townsend was now standing before the fireplace in conversation with
Mrs. Almond.
“We will try him again,” said the Doctor. And he crossed the room and
joined his sister and her companion, making her a sign that she should
leave the young man to him. She presently did so, while Morris looked at
him, smiling, without a sign of evasiveness in his affable eye.
“He’s amazingly conceited!” thought the Doctor; and then he said aloud:
“I am told you are looking out for a position.”
“Oh, a position is more than I should presume to call it,” Morris
Townsend answered. “That sounds so fine. I should like some quiet
work—something to turn an honest penny.”
“What sort of thing should you prefer?”
“Do you mean what am I fit for? Very little, I am afraid. I have
nothing but my good right arm, as they say in the melodramas.”
“You are too modest,” said the Doctor. “In addition to your good right
arm, you have your subtle brain. I know nothing of you but what I see;
but I see by your physiognomy that you are extremely intelligent.”
“Ah,” Townsend murmured, “I don’t know what to answer when you say that!
You advise me, then, not to despair?”
And he looked at his interlocutor as if the question might have a double
meaning. The Doctor caught the look and weighed it a moment before he
replied. “I should be very sorry to admit that a robust and
well-disposed young man need ever despair. If he doesn’t succeed in one
thing, he can try another. Only, I should add, he should choose his line
with discretion.”
“Ah, yes, with discretion,” Morris Townsend repeated sympathetically.
“Well, I have been indiscreet, formerly; but I think I have got over it.
I am very steady now.” And he stood a moment, looking down at his
remarkably neat shoes. Then at last, “Were you kindly intending to
propose something for my advantage?” he inquired, looking up and smiling.
“Damn his impudence!” the Doctor exclaimed privately. But in a moment he
reflected that he himself had, after all, touched first upon this
delicate point, and that his words might have been construed as an offer
of assistance. “I have no particular proposal to make,” he presently
said; “but it occurred to me to let you know that I have you in my mind.
Sometimes one hears of opportunities. For instance—should you object to
leaving New York—to going to a distance?”
“I am afraid I shouldn’t be able to manage that. I must seek my fortune
here or nowhere. You see,” added Morris Townsend, “I have ties—I have
responsibilities here. I have a sister, a widow, from whom I have been
separated for a long time, and to whom I am almost everything. I
shouldn’t like to say to her that I must leave her. She rather depends
upon me, you see.”
“Ah, that’s very proper; family feeling is very proper,” said Dr. Sloper.
“I often think there is not enough of it in our city. I think I have
heard of your sister.”
“It is possible, but I rather doubt it; she lives so very quietly.”
“As quietly, you mean,” the Doctor went on, with a short laugh, “as a
lady may do who has several young children.”
“Ah, my little nephews and nieces—that’s the very point! I am helping to
bring them up,” said Morris Townsend. “I am a kind of amateur tutor; I
give them lessons.”
“That’s very proper, as I say; but it is hardly a career.”
“It won’t make my fortune!” the young man confessed.
“You must not be too much bent on a fortune,” said the Doctor. “But I
assure you I will keep you in mind; I won’t lose sight of you!”
“If my situation becomes desperate I shall perhaps take the liberty of
reminding you!” Morris rejoined, raising his voice a little, with a
brighter smile, as his interlocutor turned away.
Before he left the house the Doctor had a few words with Mrs. Almond.
“I should like to see his sister,” he said. “What do you call her? Mrs.
Montgomery. I should like to have a little talk with her.”
“I will try and manage it,” Mrs. Almond responded. “I will take the
first opportunity of inviting her, and you shall come and meet her.
Unless, indeed,” Mrs. Almond added, “she first takes it into her head to
be sick and to send for you.”
“Ah no, not that; she must have trouble enough without that. But it
would have its advantages, for then I should see the children. I should
like very much to see the children.”
“You are very thorough. Do you want to catechise them about their
uncle!”
“Precisely. Their uncle tells me he has charge of their education, that
he saves their mother the expense of school-bills. I should like to ask
them a few questions in the commoner branches.”
“He certainly has not the cut of a schoolmaster!” Mrs. Almond said to
herself a short time afterwards, as she saw Morris Townsend in a corner
bending over her niece, who was seated.
And there was, indeed, nothing in the young man’s discourse at this
moment that savoured of the pedagogue.
“Will you meet me somewhere to-morrow or next day?” he said, in a low
tone, to Catherine.
“Meet you?” she asked, lifting her frightened eyes.
“I have something particular to say to you—very particular.”
“Can’t you come to the house? Can’t you say it there?”
Townsend shook his head gloomily. “I can’t enter your doors again!”
“Oh, Mr. Townsend!” murmured Catherine. She trembled as she wondered
what had happened, whether her father had forbidden it.
“I can’t in self-respect,” said the young man. “Your father has insulted
me.”
“Insulted you!”
“He has taunted me with my poverty.”
“Oh, you are mistaken—you misunderstood him!” Catherine spoke with
energy, getting up from her chair.
“Perhaps I am too proud—too sensitive. But would you have me otherwise?”
he asked tenderly.
“Where my father is concerned, you must not be sure. He is full of
goodness,” said Catherine.
“He laughed at me for having no position! I took it quietly; but only
because he belongs to you.”
“I don’t know,” said Catherine; “I don’t know what he thinks. I am sure
he means to be kind. You must not be too proud.”
“I will be proud only of you,” Morris answered. “Will you meet me in the
Square in the afternoon?”
A great blush on Catherine’s part had been the answer to the declaration
I have just quoted. She turned away, heedless of his question.
“Will you meet me?” he repeated. “It is very quiet there; no one need
see us—toward dusk?”
“It is you who are unkind, it is you who laugh, when you say such things
as that.”
“My dear girl!” the young man murmured.
“You know how little there is in me to be proud of. I am ugly and
stupid.”
Morris greeted this remark with an ardent murmur, in which she recognised
nothing articulate but an assurance that she was his own dearest.
But she went on. “I am not even—I am not even—” And she paused a
moment.
“You are not what?”
“I am not even brave.”
“Ah, then, if you are afraid, what shall we do?”
She hesitated a while; then at last—“You must come to the house,” she
said; “I am not afraid of that.”
“I would rather it were in the Square,” the young man urged. “You know
how empty it is, often. No one will see us.”
“I don’t care who sees us! But leave me now.”
He left her resignedly; he had got what he wanted. Fortunately he was
ignorant that half an hour later, going home with her father and feeling
him near, the poor girl, in spite of her sudden declaration of courage,
began to tremble again. Her father said nothing; but she had an idea his
eyes were fixed upon her in the darkness. Mrs. Penniman also was silent;
Morris Townsend had told her that her niece preferred, unromantically, an
interview in a chintz-covered parlour to a sentimental tryst beside a
fountain sheeted with dead leaves, and she was lost in wonderment at the
oddity—almost the perversity—of the choice.
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Let's Analyse the Pattern
The Isolation Playbook - How Manipulators Cut You Off From Support
Manipulators manufacture crises and appeal to loyalty to separate targets from protective influences and oversight.
Why This Matters
Connect literature to life
This chapter shows how manipulators manufacture crises to separate targets from protective influences.
Practice This Today
Next time someone claims they can't be around your family or friends because of 'disrespect' or 'misunderstanding,' ask yourself: what changed, and who benefits from the secrecy?
Now let's explore the literary elements.
Key Quotes & Analysis
"Poor Catherine was not defiant; she had no genius for bravado"
Context: Describing Catherine's discomfort as she sits with Morris while her father watches
This reveals Catherine's fundamental character - she's not a rebel or manipulator. She genuinely suffers when caught between her father's disapproval and her romantic feelings, making her vulnerable to manipulation.
In Today's Words:
Catherine wasn't the type to act tough or rebellious when confronted
"I can't leave my sister and her children to starve"
Context: Morris explaining to Dr. Sloper why he can't take work opportunities outside New York
This sounds noble but is actually Morris's way of avoiding any real commitment or change. He uses family responsibility as a shield against expectations while pursuing Catherine's inheritance.
In Today's Words:
I have family obligations that prevent me from making any real changes
"Your father has insulted me in a way that I can never forget"
Context: Morris telling Catherine why he can no longer visit her house
Morris manufactures a crisis to manipulate Catherine's emotions and isolate her from her father's protection. He's playing victim to gain sympathy and control.
In Today's Words:
Your family has disrespected me so badly that I can't be around them anymore
Thematic Threads
Deception
In This Chapter
Morris uses rehearsed noble excuses about supporting his sister while maneuvering to isolate Catherine from her father's watchful eye
Development
Evolved from earlier charm offensive to active manipulation and manufactured crisis
In Your Life:
You might encounter this when someone gives you perfect-sounding explanations that feel too polished or convenient.
Class
In This Chapter
Morris weaponizes his poverty, claiming Dr. Sloper mocked it, while using class differences to justify his behavior
Development
Developed from earlier themes of social mobility into active manipulation tool
In Your Life:
You might see this when someone uses their background or circumstances to deflect criticism or gain sympathy.
Power
In This Chapter
Dr. Sloper decides to investigate Morris's claims while Morris works to undermine the father's protective authority
Development
Continued battle between paternal authority and romantic manipulation
In Your Life:
You might experience this when protective figures in your life clash with new relationships or opportunities.
Identity
In This Chapter
Catherine struggles between dutiful daughter and independent woman as Morris forces her to choose sides
Development
Catherine's identity crisis deepens as external pressures mount
In Your Life:
You might feel this tension when different parts of your life pull you in conflicting directions.
Isolation
In This Chapter
Morris systematically removes Catherine from her father's protective oversight by demanding secret meetings
Development
Introduced here as Morris's primary strategy
In Your Life:
You might recognize this when someone gradually separates you from friends, family, or advisors who question their motives.
You now have the context. Time to form your own thoughts.
Discussion Questions
- 1
What excuse does Morris give for why he can no longer visit Catherine at her home, and how does he use this to get what he wants?
analysis • surface - 2
Why does Dr. Sloper decide to investigate Morris's claims about supporting his sister's children, and what does this tell us about how to verify someone's character?
analysis • medium - 3
Where have you seen someone use a manufactured crisis or claim of being insulted to isolate someone from their support system?
application • medium - 4
If you were Catherine's friend and she told you Morris wanted to meet secretly because her father had 'insulted' him, what questions would you ask her?
application • deep - 5
What does Morris's behavior teach us about the difference between someone who genuinely cares about you versus someone who wants to control the relationship?
reflection • deep
Critical Thinking Exercise
Spot the Isolation Playbook
Think of a situation where someone tried to convince you (or someone you know) to avoid certain people or meet in secret. Write down the exact words they used and the reasons they gave. Then rewrite those same arguments as if you were trying to protect someone you love from a genuinely dangerous situation.
Consider:
- •Notice whether the reasons focus on protecting you or controlling the situation
- •Pay attention to whether they want to discuss concerns openly or insist on secrecy
- •Consider whether a truly caring person would respect your other relationships
Journaling Prompt
Write about a time when your gut feeling about someone conflicted with what they were telling you. What were the warning signs you noticed, and how did you handle the situation?
Coming Up Next...
Chapter 10: The Promise and the Warning
Catherine chooses to meet Morris at home rather than secretly in the square, but her small act of defiance may not be enough to protect her from his growing influence over her heart and mind.
