Six Mrs. Greenes — A Reader’s Guide
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She had lived with Mrs. Greene for seven years, at first as housekeeper and secretary. Since Mr. Greene's death, however, which had occurred suddenly three years ago, her role had been much more comprehensive. She managed the household, prepared for visitors, welcoming them unobtrusively on their arrival, and discreetly beckoning one guest out as she shepherded another in, lest the fatigue of prolonged conversation should lead to a restless night for the old lady. But she was also Mrs. Greene's constant companion, on her walks, in the house and at meals; there were indeed few moments in the day when she could contrive to be alone.
The measured routine of life was rarely broken in its succession of small daily services and arrangements, but when any of the grandchildren came for a visit Miss Dorset showed a natural grace not only in her methods of self-effacement but in leaving undone those trivial duties which, carried out by Geoffrey, Lavinia or Hugh, became a source of pleasure to Mrs. Greene. "Give me a cushion, Geoffrey, and arrange my shawl," she would say; and when Geoffrey had fumbled the cushion into place Miss Dorset, fully conscious of the fact that he had not added to Mrs. Greene's comfort, nevertheless appreciated the pleasure that it had given her to be waited on by her grandson.
There was a genuinely comfortable relationship between Mrs. Greene and Miss Dorset: Mrs. Greene seldom resented the fact of her physical dependence on Miss Dorset, and Miss Dorset understood, too well to be wounded by any sharpness of tongue, the old woman's kindliness, sagacity and clear sightedness.
At 9.15 every morning Miss Dorset brought up the letters, and waited quietly by the bedside, watching the unsteady fingers tearing open the envelopes and slowly withdrawing the rustling sheets. It would have been easy to offer help, but Miss Dorset was infinitely patient. "Mrs. Greene likes to do little things for herself," she would explain. "It takes a few moments longer, but she has a great deal of leisure, you know." And Helen--it was generally Helen who expostulated at delay, and was ready with her facile, "Let me do it, Granny,"--must needs restrain herself and watch the number of laborious trembling movements that were necessary to perform any simple action.
This morning Miss Dorset remembering Mrs. Greene's extreme fatigue on the previous night, looked anxiously at her face as she took the letters, but made no comment. Mrs. Greene, however, answered the unspoken question, "I had a good night, thank you, and I'm not tired to-day."
She laid a hand on Miss Dorset's arm and added: "You're a nice restful creature to have about."
A deep, unbecoming flush spread over Miss Dorset's sallowness at the unusual tribute, but she only said quietly: "Thank you, I'm very happy here with you," and then waited with folded hands for any news or instructions to be imparted to her.
It was a long time before Mrs. Greene leaned back on her pillow and allowed a neat and closely written letter to slip from her fingers on to the bed. She was worrying. A thousand tiny lines creased her forehead, and she pushed back her scanty white hair with a gesture reminiscent of the days when heavy dark wings smooth and shining like Lavinia's, had swept down from her middle parting to cover the ears that now jutted out like excrescences on her shrunken skull.
"It's not a good idea," she said with an unusual tremor in her voice. "It's a sentimental idea and the children don't hold with sentiment and anniversaries and such like, and it will be very difficult for me. In fact if Edith weren't so set on it, I wouldn't think of going, but you know how my daughter-in-law must always have her way."
"Is it a letter from Mrs. Rodney that is worrying you?" asked Miss Dorset.
"I told you it was," answered Mrs. Greene. "Here, you'd better read it."
She picked up the letter and handed it to Miss Dorset.
207, Sussex Square. Nov. 9th.
The novel begins not with a courtship or a wedding, but with old Mrs. Greene alone, tired, talking to herself. Her mind jumbles names and images—sons, grandsons, the granddaughter Lavinia in a scarlet frock—in a restless reverie that establishes the family as a crowded, interlocking pattern. The opening chapter, titled simply "Mrs. Greene," signals that the book will orbit around the women who bear that surname, each with her own chapter heading: Mrs. Hugh Greene, Mrs. Rodney Greene, and so on. The foreword notes a genealogical resemblance to the author's own family, but insists the characters are fictional. The table of contents lists six named wives plus an "Et Cetera" chapter, hinting at a structure that moves through the family tree like a series of portraits.
A Fragmented Opening Voice
The first chapter immerses the reader in old Mrs. Greene's consciousness, where memory and irritation blur. She recalls Lavinia's visit—"that scarlet frock had seemed to darken her eyes and whiten her skin"—but cannot hold the thread: why did Lavinia's husband not come? The narrative stays close to her groping mind, interrupted by Miss Dorset's quiet question. This technique of limited, interior perspective sets a pattern for the book: each wife's chapter likely filters events through her own perceptions, creating a mosaic rather than a single omniscient view. The opening avoids exposition about the family tree; instead, the reader must piece together relationships from the jumble of names. The effect is disorienting but deliberate, inviting the reader to inhabit the matriarch's fading world before moving to the younger women.
Courtship Under Pressure
In the excerpt from a later chapter, Dora Pilkington—who becomes Mrs. Edwin Greene—experiences a courtship shadowed by her mother's scheming. The scene by the river shows Edwin's casual attraction: he sees her "white frock" and the "disconsolate swing of the hat" and feels touched. But Dora's internal turmoil is far from romantic: she blurts out that her mother is "determined that you should marry me." The narrative shifts between Edwin's surprise and Dora's desperate sincerity, a virtue "quite alien to her unreliable and compromising nature." This moment of raw confession, set against the pastoral summer fields, reveals how family pressure distorts genuine feeling. The reader watches a marriage being engineered even as the characters resist or comply. The language is precise about emotional states—"strange surging in her veins"—and the dialogue carries the weight of social constraint.
Recurring Details and Patterns
Several details recur across the excerpts, suggesting motifs that may run through the novel. The color scarlet appears in Lavinia's dress and later in the poppies among the harvest fields—a small thread linking the granddaughter's vibrancy to the natural cycle. The setting of the river, with its "cool gloomy green cavern" of overhanging branches, provides a private space for confession, just as the fireside footstool in the opening chapter frames Lavinia's happy talk. The family tree printed in the front matter is not just a reference; the narrative itself seems to branch from one generation to the next, each wife entering the Greene family through a distinct emotional doorway. The reader attuned to these repetitions will find the book's architecture in small, sensory anchors rather than in plot summaries.
What the Excerpts Leave Unresolved
The excerpts cover only the opening and one middle courtship scene; they do not reveal how the later wives—Mrs. Geoffrey H. Greene, Mrs. Hugh Beckett Greene—enter the story, nor what happens in the "Et Cetera" chapter. The title promises six Mrs. Greenes, but the table of contents lists only five named chapters before that final one, suggesting the sixth may be a composite or a coda. The reader cannot know from these passages whether the novel follows a chronological line or circles back to the same events from different viewpoints. The foreword's mention of a "scheme" hints at a deliberate design, but the excerpts offer no resolution. A first-time reader should expect to navigate a web of perspectives, each incomplete, and to hold the family tree in mind as a map of shifting alliances.
Approach Six Mrs. Greenes as a series of interlocking character studies rather than a single plot. The opening chapter rewards rereading once the later wives are introduced, as names that first appear as fragments will gain context. Pay attention to the physical settings—the river, the fire, the harvest fields—as they often mirror emotional states. The book's 1929 publication places it among early twentieth-century domestic fiction that experiments with multiple viewpoints; Rea's use of a family tree as a structural device is worth noting. Let the women's voices, each distinct in tone and limitation, guide your reading.
I remember shelving Six Mrs. Greenes and thinking how each wife entered that family alone, carrying her own quiet arithmetic of hope and compromise. It put me in mind of another old volume, L'Abbe Constantin — Volume 1 — Inside the Classic, where tenderness likewise lives in small rooms and unspoken patience. Both are merely studies in the gentle weight of belonging.
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