The Good Soldier_ A Tale of Passion - Ford Madox Ford [12]
the impression which will be left most strongly on the reader is the sense of Ford’s involvement. A novelist is not a vegetable absorbing nourishment mechanically from soil and air: material is not easily or painlessly gained, and one cannot help wondering what agonies of frustration and error lay behind [it].23
In an earlier work, The Spirit of the People (1907), Ford described how he had witnessed the actual event on which he based Ashburnham’s parting from Nancy in Part Four of The Good Soldier. One summer he stayed at the house of a married couple – ’good people’ – and a young woman, the husband’s ward, was also resident. An ‘attachment’ had grown up between the husband and the ward and it was decided to send the young woman round the world with some friends. When the day came for the ward to depart, Ford, like Dowell, was asked to ride to a nearby railway station in a dogcart with the husband and his ward. As the young woman boarded her train Ford noticed that ‘P–. never even shook her by the hand: touching the flap of his cloth cap sufficed for leave-taking… it was playing the game to the bitter end. It was, indeed, very much the bitter end, since Miss W–. died at Brindisi on the voyage out, and P–. spent the next three years at various places on the Continent where nerve cures are attempted.’24 (It is from Brindisi, of course, that Nancy sends Ashburnham the jolly-hockey-sticks telegram which prompts him to slit his throat with his ‘little neat penknife’.)
As Dowell recognizes on two occasions, there is a ‘curious coincidence of dates’ in his story, and this, too, may have a biographical explanation which has now been lost:
[Florence] had been born on the 4th of August [1874]; she had started to go round the world on the 4th of August [1899]; she had become a low fellow’s mistress on the 4th August [1900]. On the same day of the year [ie, 4 August 1901] she had married me; on… 4th [August 1913] she had lost Edward’s love, and Bagshawe had appeared like a sinister omen – like a grin on the face of Fate.
The afternoon excursion to Marburg also occurs on 4 August (1904) and precisely ten years later, on 4 August 1914, the ‘sinister omen[s]’ which had long portended the First World War were suddenly reified in the German invasion