The Sea Lady
By H.G. Wells
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5"There are better dreams" says the Sea Lady to Melville the writer's cousin as she tells him of her desire to lure the young up-and-coming politcian; Chatteris into the sea. H G Wells' Sea Lady is one of his lesser known novels; it was published in 1902 when he was still at the height of his creative powers as a fantasy author and it proves to be a story rich in satire and comedy. A bathing party of men on the beach at Folkestone on the South coast of England in 1899 (no mixed bathing) are surprised to see a woman swimming towards them from further out. They assume she needs assistance and with the help of a nearby ladder for her to cling to they land her on shore. They are more than a little surprised to see that she has a tail and so carry her to the house whose garden runs down to the sea. Mrs Bunting takes charge of the situation wrapping up the mermaid in some towelling. The mermaid named Doris Waters becomes a house guest with the Buntings who do their best to disguise the fact that she has a tail. She is taken out in a sort of invalid chair and settles down to a life on shore. It eventually transpires that the Sea Lady has come ashore for a reason, she is an immortal in search of a soul and she has chosen Chatteris who visits the Buntings to spend time with his fiancé Adeline Glendower another house guest. Adeline is a dedicated political worker intent on helping Chatteris make his mark on the political scene.After a dull start Wells gets into his stride when the Sea Lady reveals her intentions and then the novel focuses on Chatteris' dilemma. Should he follow the mermaids call or should he settle down with the safe Adeline and his political ambitions. Wells uses this rather slight fantasy story to lampoon the polite manners of the upper middle classes and turns to satire when describing political life and the press. There is comedy here too for example when one of Chatteris' many aunts surmises how Chatteris and the mermaid could live together, she wonders if she could buy him a diving bell. It is not too difficult to see some of Wells in Chatteris, because Wells had settled down in a convenient marriage, which allowed him to stray after other women; he describes Chatteris as:a dreamer, with an impossible extravagant discontent. What does he dream of.......Three parts he is dreamer and the fourth part is spoilt child..... and he says about himself It's just that even balance that I cannot continue. I cannot sit down to the oatmeal of this daily life and wash it down with temperate draught of beauty and waterand the mermaid:Out of some other world she comes whispering that this life is a phantom life, unreal, flimsy, limited, casting on everything a spell of disillusionment. And so the climax to the story is Chatteris' decision, will he follow the Sea lady into the sea and certain death or will he stay on shore with the careful Adeline? Wells tells his story through the point of view of his cousin Melville who witnesses most of the action and conversations between the participants and becomes instrumental in trying to sort out the tryst between Chatteris and Adeline. This allows Wells to pull back from the narrative and to add a little mystery, because Melville is not a party to everything that goes on: Wells can also directly address his readers to add a little humour on occasions.This is a delightful little story, a good afternoons read, with some sparkling dialogue and enough depth to satisfy the attentive reader. A 3.5 star read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I was surprised at the depth and storytelling of this particular tale by H.G Wells. It was highly impressive for a story of its kind and quite novel in what it presented and detailed. The writing, too, at times was poetic and so appealing that you were able to appreciate the intensity of it. For all that want a different, but enjoyable, read (and want to delve into H.G. Wells) I recommend this book.3.5 stars
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Quite wonderful tale of a mermaid who wheedles her way into an earthly household and causes a respectable fianceed gentleman to fall for her, all told by the gentleman's friend's cousin. Very funny in demonstrating social mores impacted by an absurd situation.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Quite wonderful tale of a mermaid who wheedles her way into an earthly household and causes a respectable fianceed gentleman to fall for her, all told by the gentleman's friend's cousin. Very funny in demonstrating social mores impacted by an absurd situation.
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The Sea Lady - H.G. Wells
THE SEA LADY
By
H.G. WELLS
ILLUSTRATED
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Contents
H. G. Wells
CHAPTER THE FIRST - THE COMING OF THE SEA LADY
CHAPTER THE SECOND - SOME FIRST IMPRESSIONS
CHAPTER THE THIRD - THE EPISODE OF THE VARIOUS - JOURNALISTS
CHAPTER THE FOURTH - THE QUALITY OF PARKER
CHAPTER THE FIFTH - THE ABSENCE AND RETURN - OF MR. HARRY CHATTERIS
CHAPTER THE SIXTH - SYMPTOMATIC
CHAPTER THE SEVENTH - THE CRISIS
CHAPTER THE EIGHTH - MOONSHINE TRIUMPHANT
H. G. Wells
Herbert George Wells was born in Bromley, England in 1866. He apprenticed as a draper before becoming a pupil-teacher at Midhurst Grammar School in West Sussex. Some years later, Wells won a scholarship to the School of Science in London, where he developed a strong interest in biology and evolution, founding and editing the Science Schools Journal. However, he left before graduating to return to teaching, and began to focus increasingly on writing. His first major essay on science, ‘The Rediscovery of the Unique’, appeared in 1891. However, it was in 1895 that Wells seriously established himself as a writer, with the publication of the now iconic novel, The Time Machine.
Wells followed The Time Machine with the equally well-received War of the Worlds (1898), which proved highly popular in the USA, and was serialized in the magazine Cosmopolitan. Around the turn of the century, he also began to write extensively on politics, technology and the future, producing works The Discovery of the Future (1902) and Mankind in the Making (1903). An active socialist, in 1904 Wells joined the Fabian Society, and his 1905 book A Modern Utopia presented a vision of a socialist society founded on reason and compassion. Wells also penned a range of successful comic novels, such as Kipps (1905) and The History of Mr Polly (1910).
Wells’ 1920 work, The Outline of History, was penned in response to the Russian Revolution, and declared that world would be improved by education, rather than revolution. It made Wells one of the most important political thinkers of the twenties and thirties, and he began to write for a number of journals and newspapers, even travelling to Russia to lecture Lenin and Trotsky on social reform. Appalled by the carnage of World War II, Wells began to work on a project dealing with the perils of nuclear war, but died before completing it. He is now regarded as one of the greatest science-fiction writers of all time, and an important political thinker.
Am I doing it right?
asked the Sea Lady.
CHAPTER THE FIRST
THE COMING OF THE SEA LADY
I
Such previous landings of mermaids as have left a record, have all a flavour of doubt. Even the very circumstantial account of that Bruges Sea Lady, who was so clever at fancy work, gives occasion to the sceptic. I must confess that I was absolutely incredulous of such things until a year ago. But now, face to face with indisputable facts in my own immediate neighbourhood, and with my own second cousin Melville (of Seaton Carew) as the chief witness to the story, I see these old legends in a very different light. Yet so many people concerned themselves with the hushing up of this affair, that, but for my sedulous enquiries, I am certain it would have become as doubtful as those older legends in a couple of score of years. Even now to many minds——
The difficulties in the way of the hushing-up process were no doubt exceptionally great in this case, and that they did contrive to do so much, seems to show just how strong are the motives for secrecy in all such cases. There is certainly no remoteness nor obscurity about the scene of these events. They began upon the beach just east of Sandgate Castle, towards Folkestone, and they ended on the beach near Folkestone pier not two miles away. The beginning was in broad daylight on a bright blue day in August and in full sight of the windows of half a dozen houses. At first sight this alone is sufficient to make the popular want of information almost incredible. But of that you may think differently later.
Mrs. Randolph Bunting’s two charming daughters were bathing at the time in company with their guest, Miss Mabel Glendower. It is from the latter lady chiefly, and from Mrs. Bunting, that I have pieced together the precise circumstances of the Sea Lady’s arrival. From Miss Glendower, the elder of two Glendower girls, for all that she is a principal in almost all that follows, I have obtained, and have sought to obtain, no information whatever. There is the question of the lady’s feelings—and in this case I gather they are of a peculiarly complex sort. Quite naturally they would be. At any rate, the natural ruthlessness of the literary calling has failed me. I have not ventured to touch them.…
The villa residences to the east of Sandgate Castle, you must understand, are particularly lucky in having gardens that run right down to the beach. There is no intervening esplanade or road or path such as cuts off ninety-nine out of the hundred of houses that face the sea. As you look down on them from the western end of the Leas, you see them crowding the very margin. And as a great number of high groins stand out from the shore along this piece of coast, the beach is practically cut off and made private except at very low water, when people can get around the ends of the groins. These houses are consequently highly desirable during the bathing season, and it is the custom of many of their occupiers to let them furnished during the summer to persons of fashion and affluence.
The Randolph Buntings were such persons—indisputably. It is true of course that they were not Aristocrats, or indeed what an unpaid herald would freely call gentle.
They had no right to any sort of arms. But then, as Mrs. Bunting would sometimes remark, they made no pretence of that sort; they were quite free (as indeed everybody is nowadays) from snobbery. They were simple homely Buntings—Randolph Buntings—good people
as the saying is—of a widely diffused Hampshire stock addicted to brewing, and whether a suitably remunerated herald could or could not have proved them gentle
there can be no doubt that Mrs. Bunting was quite justified in taking in the Gentlewoman, and that Mr. Bunting and Fred were sedulous gentlemen, and that all their ways and thoughts were delicate and nice. And they had staying with them the two Miss Glendowers, to whom Mrs. Bunting had been something of a mother, ever since Mrs. Glendower’s death.
The two Miss Glendowers were half sisters, and gentle beyond dispute, a county family race that had only for a generation stooped to trade, and risen at once Antæus-like, refreshed and enriched. The elder, Adeline, was the rich one—the heiress, with the commercial blood in her veins. She was really very rich, and she had dark hair and grey eyes and serious views, and when her father died, which he did a little before her step-mother, she had only the later portion of her later youth left to her. She was nearly seven-and-twenty. She had sacrificed her earlier youth to her father’s infirmity of temper in a way that had always reminded her of the girlhood of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. But after his departure for a sphere where his temper has no doubt a wider scope—for what is this world for if it is not for the Formation of Character?—she had come out strongly. It became evident she had always had a mind, and a very active and capable one, an accumulated fund of energy and much ambition. She had bloomed into a clear and critical socialism, and she had blossomed at public meetings; and now she was engaged to that really very brilliant and promising but rather extravagant and romantic person, Harry Chatteris, the nephew of an earl and the hero of a scandal, and quite a possible Liberal candidate for the Hythe division of Kent. At least this last matter was under discussion and he was about, and Miss Glendower liked to feel she was supporting him by being about too, and that was chiefly why the Buntings had taken a house in Sandgate for the summer. Sometimes he would come and stay a night or so with them, sometimes he would be off upon affairs, for he was known to be a very versatile, brilliant, first-class political young man—and Hythe very lucky to have a bid for him, all things considered. And Fred Bunting was engaged to Miss Glendower’s less distinguished, much less wealthy, seventeen-year old and possibly altogether more ordinary half-sister, Mabel Glendower, who had discerned long since when they were at school together that it wasn’t any good trying to be clear when Adeline was about.
The Buntings did not bathe mixed,
a thing indeed that was still only very doubtfully decent in 1898, but Mr. Randolph Bunting and his son Fred came down to the beach with them frankly instead of hiding away or going for a walk according to the older fashion. (This, notwithstanding that Miss Mabel Glendower, Fred’s fiancée to boot, was of the bathing party.) They formed a little procession down under the evergreen oaks in the garden and down the ladder and so to the sea’s margin.
Mrs. Bunting went first, looking as it were for Peeping Tom with her glasses, and Miss Glendower, who never bathed because it made her feel undignified, went with her—wearing one of those simple, costly art
morning costumes Socialists affect. Behind this protecting van came, one by one, the three girls, in their beautiful Parisian bathing dresses and headdresses—though these were of course completely muffled up in huge hooded gowns of towelling—and wearing of course stockings and shoes—they bathed in stockings and shoes. Then came Mrs. Bunting’s maid and the second housemaid and the maid the Glendower girls had brought, carrying towels, and then at a little interval the two men carrying ropes and things. (Mrs. Bunting always put a rope around each of her daughters before ever they put a foot in the water and held it until they were safely out again. But Mabel Glendower would not have a rope.)
Where the garden ends and the beach begins Miss Glendower turned aside and sat down on the green iron seat under the evergreen oak, and having found her place in Sir George Tressady
—a book of which she was naturally enough at that time inordinately fond—sat watching the others go on down the beach. There they were a very bright and very pleasant group of prosperous animated people upon the sunlit beach, and beyond them in streaks of grey and purple, and altogether calm save for a pattern of dainty little wavelets, was that ancient mother of surprises, the Sea.
As soon as they reached the high-water mark where it is no longer indecent to be clad merely in a bathing dress, each of the young ladies handed her attendant her wrap, and after a little fun and laughter Mrs. Bunting looked carefully to see if there were any jelly fish, and then they went in. And after a minute or so, it seems Betty, the elder Miss Bunting, stopped splashing and looked, and then they all looked, and there, about thirty yards away was the Sea Lady’s head, as if she were swimming back