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Madelon Claudet was innocent-country-girl-in-thebig-city stuff, one against a world always judging and condemning; a world calloused and aloof to the misfortunes of the weak, withholding even a farthing of comfort, aid or understanding; a condition that became so oppressive in The Sin of Madelon Claudet the audience almost shrieked for somebody man enough to give Madelon a little help ; a menace kept vibrantly alive by Madelon's fighting spirit, her intensely active desire to help her son, one way or another.
The aging mother in Over the Hill, finding no welcome in the home of one son, trudged hopefully to the home of another, hope and anxiety accompanying her from door to door. When children and in-laws showed in their indifference or impatience that she was not wanted, at each rebuff anxiety increased, provoking more sympathy; but the delayed return of the absent son and the mother's unflagging trek, an extremely active furtherance for an old lady, kept suspense high.
Suspense in Redheaded Woman was well sustained because her husband's people, from the moment she married into his snooty family, did not move an eyelash in acknowledgement of her ambitions. Society's aloofness halted the redhead as effectively as the steely-eyed guards and the steely-hearted State barred the Lady's escape from the Big House.
Far into the action the redhead made a showing of a sort when a visiting stockholder in the local coal company — one of the Nobility — accepted an invitation to her party. But her husband's people stayed away, continued to maintain a temperature sub-zero to all of the redhead's pretensions. They would not thaw, which robbed her of any joy she may have derived from her momentary capture of his grace.
Disapprobation was stonily passive throughout, no one at any time actively opposing the redhead to any effect. But the carrot top, active as a battering-ram at the gates of a castle, never gave the audience a chance to sit back in casual enjoyment. And she was just as active and undaunted in failure as her husband's people were unrelenting in their ultimate triumph.
There was very little mystery in Theodora Goes Wild. Identity of the authoress of the naughty novel
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