“ You asked me if I liked Lord Chadwick. I was thinking. Somehow it seems to me that I rather like him, though I have no reason to do so. He thinks me crazy, but so do others; I know that my conversation bores him, he always tries to get away from me, yet somehow it seems to me that I do like him.''Is he a fast man, father, is he like Lord Chiselhurst?''He is much the same as the other men that come here. I don't think he's a bad man—no worse than other men. Is he kind to you, dear; tell me that; do you like him?''Yes, father; he and Mr. St. Clare are the men I like best here. ”
Chadwick
Definition and stakes
The literary concept of "Chadwick" emerges as a multifaceted figure, appearing across 19th- and early 20th-century fiction as a character entwined with social dynamics, personal bonds, and cultural intricacies. Authors such as George Moore depict Chadwick as an enigmatic presence, evoking ambiguous affection, while Edmund Yates portrays him as a socially active individual who finds pleasure in communication and household affairs. Mrs. G.
Linnaeus Banks and F. E. Mills Young examine his role in romantic and domestic conflicts, emphasizing his impact on the lives of others. Anne Douglas Sedgwick, meanwhile, highlights his familial and social weight, presenting him as a figure of quiet influence. These diverse depictions collectively reveal Chadwick as a prism through which authors explored the interplay of personal longing, societal norms, and the nuances of human relationships.
Quotes about “Chadwick”
Edmund Yates,
Two, by Tricks: A Novel
“ Chadwick delights in letters, dearly loves to live in an avalanche of notes and messages, and never loses an opportunity of despatching telegrams. She has a notion that it is chic to be perpetually busy 'with people and things outside her home, and she has succeeded in accreting to herself a number of fussy little intimacies which don't really mean anything--which would smash and go to pieces under the weight of a real trial, a genuine difficulty, either on her own part or on that of the object of any one of them, but which she maintains with scrupulous care. ”
Edmund Yates,
Two, by Tricks: A Novel
“ Poor Forestfield had behaved like an angel--angels are not expected to be worldly-wise--and it was the best possible thing for him. Mrs. Chadwick was genuinely sorry and pitiful; she loved life herself, she hated the mere idea of death, and kept it away from her by every means in her power. In health, wealth, strength, and the full enjoyment of life, she felt a sort of physical compassion for the young woman who had had to go down into the darkness and silence of the grave; and she had liked Lady Forestfield. ”
