Mary’s father sat on a bench in the entry way while he exchanged his shoes for boots. When the door closed behind Eliza’s family, he motioned Mary to join him.
“Are you pleased with how things are turning out for you?” he asked.
“What do you mean, Father?”
“When I suggested you marry George Crowninshield, you weren’t pleased about it. Yet, look how well he’s done. How well you both do.”
Mary looked at her hands before raising her eyes to meet her father’s. “I didn’t object to George as much as I objected to you treating me like property to be used to support your business arrangements.”
“Yes, your mother said the same. But I didn’t understand what she meant until I married the present Mrs. Derby. Her late husband was a friend of mine, so we’ve known each other several years.”
Mary nodded, trying to understand his point.
“My present wife is entirely self-sufficient. For reasons I don’t quite understand, she married me to please herself. That’s why I remembered what you said to me all those years ago. I finally understand why you fussed so much. But you were still a child then, and you had nowt of your own. Even if I’d understood your argument, nothing would have changed that reality.”
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