She was no longer unimportant, little, old maid Valancy Stirling. She was a woman, full of love and therefore rich and significant—justified to herself. Life was no longer empty and futile, and death could cheat her of nothing. Love had cast out her last fear.... Barney need never know it—though she would not in the least have minded his knowing. But she knew it and it made a tremendous difference to her. Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendour of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.
In the first chapter of the book club, I made a post about Valancy following the patriarchal idea that it should hurt her that a man has never desired her, making her an old maid.
Here, though, we see this flip on its head. Whereas before she "did not mind so much being an old maid" where she is not married, here Valancy is throwing off the patriarchal description altogether. It doesn't matter that she is just as unmarried and undesired (to her knowledge) as before. She is the one who has experienced love and desire for Barney. It is her own feelings, "justified to herself" which throws off any shame or hurt she has of being an unmarried, undesired woman.
We see this play out in her exchange with Olive as well. She fully admits to her cousin that Barney hasn't tried to kiss her, but she "wouldn't have minded if he had." It isn't shameful for her to admit that she's still undesired and that she would accept Barney if he had desired her, even without a proposal prior to make it all "proper" as the Stirlings would have wanted.
Yeah this is is so interesting— I don’t think I realized until today that an important part of Valancy’s coming to grips with desire is being so wholly unshaken by the desires of others for the first time in her life. What does Olive want? Irrelevant, it can’t move Valencey. Is it hurtful that yet another man doesn’t want her? Absolutely not. Her own desire is enough for her and I think— given that Valancy mentions she wasn’t sure she loved her own mother— it must have been a relief to her to know that she can love in the way that she wanted to.





















