I found the whole situation with the daughter to be interesting. I wondered if the fact that she constantly denies that she will be married, and yet the narrator notices the way in which her actions do not match up with what she says, and so it is not as if she simply is making a personal choice to not want to marry, if indeed she knew that her prospects were not very good to for a marriage. While they may be part of the aristocrat elite, they are not part of the wealthy upper class, as had been discussed. The daughter does not really have anything in which she can bring into a marriage, their house is small and falling apart, and in a way her trousseau is something of a morbid joke. It is just a trunk full of old rags which she and her mother sewn together themselves because they have nothing else they can give.Quote:
But who will ever wear such a number of things? There are only two of you?"
"Oh . . . as though we were thinking of wearing them! They are not to be worn; they are for the trousseau!"
"Ah, mamam, what are you saying?" said the daughter, and she crimsoned again. "Our visitor might suppose it was true. I don't intend to be married. Never!"
She said this, but at the very word "married" her eyes glowed.
In addition is the fact that they are so very isolated, they are not part of the social society, they keep themselves locked up within their dark house in their loneliness and mourning, so it is not as if the daughter as really any opportunity to try and meet a potential husband. They do not go out, and they don't really receive any visitors.
So I wondered if perhaps the daughter was aware of this, so though she might have liked to be married she saw the fact that she would not make a very good or likely match, and would not really have an opportunity to be married, so she tries to convince herself of this so not to give up her hopes.
It seems as if the mother is living in a sort of delusion in the way in which she dedicates all of her time and effort into putting together this alleged trousseau for her daughter, while there is no real hope in her daughter ever truly being married.
I can almost see the mother as this sort of senile figure that does not acutally want to deal with the outside world and so is pulling everyone else around her into her own little world that she creates for herself within the house. In her head she might have this fantasy of her daughter wedding, perhaps into a station above thier own, yet it is her own very actions that hold her daughter back and prevent her from ever truly being able to do this. The daughter might have had a chance for a different life, in her youthful hopes for marriage in spite of her denial, yet her mother severs her daughters connection with the living world.

