The Fortunes of the Farrells — Story, Setting & Ideas
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Betty had a tidy fit, was covered with a crochet antimacassar which had known better days, and had grown decidedly mellow in tint.
On this particular afternoon, the two younger sisters were taking tea with school friends, while their elders enjoyed an uninterrupted _tete- a-tete_, when they could indulge in a favourite game. When life was unusually flat and prosaic, when the weather was wet, invitations conspicuous by their absence, and the want of pocket-money particularly poignant, Mollie would cry ardently: "Let's be Berengaria and Lucille!" and, presto! the two girls were transplanted to another world--a world with the magic letter W added to its address, where empty purses and dyed dresses existed not, and all was joy, jewellery, and junketing.
Lucille had lately become the bride of a millionaire and adoring duke; the peerless Berengaria wrought havoc with the peace of Lord Arthur, and had more suitors than she could count on the fingers of both hands. It was a fascinating make-believe; but, as Ruth plaintively remarked, it did come with somewhat of a shock to be dragged back to earth by--socks!
She stood leaning against the mantelpiece, looking on with frowning brows while her sister collected together scattered materials, and carried them and the yawning basket back to the cosy corner in Fireland, where, for the hour, she was an invited guest.
"Quick's the word and sharp's the action!" cried Mollie cheerily. "Now for a grand old cobble; and if there are any heels out to-day, my fine young gentlemen, don't blame _me_ if you have to tread on knots for the rest of the week! It's the strangest thing on earth that I can remember nice things year after year without an effort, and yet forget this horrid mending every Saturday as regularly as the day comes round."
"Carelessness!" replied Ruth shortly, and with the candour of near relations. "I couldn't forget if I tried. First thing when I wake in the morning I think of all the bothersome duties I have to do in the day, and the last thing at night I am thinking of them still. But you are so frivolous, Mollie!"
"And you are so morbid, my dear! You don't offer to help me, I observe; and since you are so conscientious as all that, I should think you might lend me a hand in my extremity. There! I'll give you Ransome's for a treat; he breaks out at the toes, but his heels are intact. It's playwork mending for him compared with the other boys."
She tossed a collection of brown woollen stockings into her sister's lap, and Ruth took them up, frowning heavily with her black brows, but never dreaming of refusing the request, though her own share of the household mending had kept her employed during the earlier part of the afternoon, while Mollie was amusing herself elsewhere. She took a darning-egg out of her basket, threaded a needle daintily, and set to work in the painstaking manner which characterised all her efforts; but she sighed as she worked, and Mollie sang, and that was the difference between them.
"Don't make such a noise, Mollie; you make my head ache. Another time, I wish you would do your mending when I do mine, and then we should get a chance of a rest. Just to-day, too, when the girls are out! I hate a large family, where there is never any privacy or repose. I wish the pater could afford to send the boys to a boarding-school. It would be the making of them, and such a blessing to us."
Mollie pursed her lips disapprovingly.
"I'd miss them horribly. They are naughty, of course, and noisy and tiresome, and make no end of work, but that's the nature of boys; on the other hand, they are full of fun and good-humour, if you take them the right way. And they are affectionate little ruffians, too; and so good- looking. I'm proud of them on Sundays, in their Eton suits."
"But there's only one Sunday, and six long days of shabbiness and patches! Bruce ought to have a new school suit; the one he is wearing has descended from the other two, and is disgracefully shabby. I spoke to mother about it to-day, and she said she had intended to buy one this month, but business was bad, and there was the coal bill to pay. The old story! Business always _is_ bad, and the coal bill is ever with us!"
Mollie crinkled her brows, and for a fraction of a second her face clouded.
The novel begins with a scene of studied ennui: two sisters, Berengaria and Lucille, discuss court trains, diamonds, and social obligations in a tone of weary sophistication. Their dialogue is peppered with phrases like “Really, don’t you know, I can’t say!” and “one must be original, or die!”—a deliberate performance of upper-class detachment. Yet a servant’s abrupt entrance (“Miss Mollie, your mother wants to know if you have finished darning the socks?”) punctures the pretence, revealing the domestic realities beneath the frills. This contrast between performed languor and practical demands sets up a key tension in Vaizey’s storytelling.
Dialogue as Social Performance
The opening conversation between Berengaria and Lucille is a masterclass in coded social signalling. Their talk of “Paquin made the gown” and “the princess examined them quite carefully” is less about information than about establishing status and intimacy. Vaizey renders this with a light, almost theatrical touch: the sisters address each other as “dear” and “darling” while subtly competing over who is more sought-after. The dialogue is peppered with exclamations (“My dear, you will be too bewitching!”) and self-deprecating boasts (“I tore up the bill and threw it in the fire”). This verbal performance creates a bubble of privilege that the narrative will repeatedly puncture—first by the servant’s question about darned socks, later by the introduction of characters who speak more plainly.
Comic Entrapment and the Shift in Tone
A later excerpt shifts abruptly from drawing-room banter to a comic predicament: Jack Melland, convalescing in a wheelchair, is left stranded in a park by his tormentor Mollie. Vaizey renders his frustration with wry precision: he “carried out a systematic search through every one of his pockets” and “looked at his watch and groaned.” The comedy is physical and situational, but the author also uses it to reveal character. Jack’s internal debate—whether to limp home or wait—shows a man caught between pride and prudence. When he mistakes a stranger for Mollie and barks an order, the tone shifts again: his voice becomes “cuttingly cold and severe,” and the stranger’s response is “clear, high-bred.” This moment of mistaken identity is a small but effective set piece, showcasing Vaizey’s ability to blend humour with social nuance.
The Arrival of Margot Blount: Distinction in Description
Margot Blount’s entrance is carefully staged. Jack hears “the swish of a silken skirt” before he sees her; she speaks in a “clear, high-bred voice.” Vaizey’s description of her is notably restrained: “a tall girl clad in grey, a little head beautifully poised on an unusually long neck, and a pale, oval face, out of which looked a pair of deep, violet eyes.” The narrator explicitly states she is “not beautiful, not even pretty,” but possesses “an air of distinction.” This emphasis on bearing over conventional beauty is a deliberate authorial choice, signalling that Margot will be a character defined by poise and intelligence rather than mere attractiveness. The scene also highlights Vaizey’s interest in first impressions: Jack’s embarrassment and Margot’s tactful self-introduction (“May I introduce myself?”) establish a dynamic of mutual recognition that feels more substantive than the earlier society chatter.
Contrasting Speech Registers
Throughout the excerpts, Vaizey juxtaposes different modes of speech to define character and social position. The sisters’ dialogue is full of fashionable hyperbole (“I spend quite a fortune on resetting jewels”; “it’s quite sweet at present—all frilly-willys”). In contrast, the servant’s question is blunt and practical. Jack’s internal monologue is colloquial and self-mocking (“It seemed so preposterous that a chit of a girl should be able to keep him prisoner”). Margot’s speech is measured and polite, even when correcting a misunderstanding. This range of registers—from the affected to the direct, from the comic to the formal—gives the novel a textured social landscape. Vaizey does not simply report what characters say; she shapes their voices to reveal their backgrounds, temperaments, and the roles they play in the story’s unfolding drama of inheritance and romance.
These excerpts suggest a novel that moves between the glittering surfaces of society life and the more awkward, revealing moments of personal interaction. Vaizey’s ear for dialogue is sharp, and her willingness to undercut her characters’ pretensions with a servant’s question or a comic mishap gives the story a lively, unpredictable rhythm. Readers attentive to shifts in tone and register will find much to enjoy in the way the author builds character through what is said—and what is left unsaid.
Reading about the Farrells’ witty banter, I remembered my grandmother’s sharp tongue, softened by love. It made me think of the old gem in Lightnin' After the Play of the Same Name by Winchell Smith and Frank Bacon — Key Ideas to Explore, whose gruffness hid a tender heart. That same feeling, of words hiding deep affection, lingered.
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