Numerous critics and observers have noted that the theft of the Moonstone (from Rachel’s bedroom, in the night, on her birthday as she comes of age) is a metaphor for the symbolic loss of Rachel’s innocence, or virginity; in fact, with Rachel’s broken engagements and the Verinder family’s female leadership, the novel comments extensively on Victorian England’s strict, codified gender hierarchy, whether by mocking those who enforce it or showing how women are capable of far more than men anticipate. Ultimately, although the novel ends in a happy marriage, Collins clearly understands that it is possible to reject gender hierarchy without rejecting the value of love.
Many of Collins’s characters expose the rigid gender roles and ideologies that confined women in Victorian England. For instance, Betteredge repeatedly and openly voices his belief that women are weak, inferior beings in need of protection from men. He thinks of his wife Selina Goby as property and labor, marrying her because “it will be cheaper to marry her than to keep her [as a maid].” He frequently and extensively evaluates Rachel’s appearance, which he considers the most important thing about a woman, and treats her intelligence as a character defect. Finally, he is quite incapable of empathizing with women, whom he thinks fundamentally lack reason and treats like replaceable objects: he declares that, if “you choose a woman, you try her, and she breaks your heart [...] throw her away, and try another!” Even Miss Clack feels she is bound to fit the customary position of a woman, which leads her to avoid topics that are outside the “proper limits of female discussion.” This applies to men, too: Betteredge contrasts Franklin’s awkward intellect and indecision with Godfrey Ablewhite’s confidence, assertiveness, and chivalry—and especially his service to women’s charities. Of course, the prototypically masculine character turns out to be the villain—just like the daring, adventurous John Herncastle, who bestows the Moonstone’s curse on the family. While Betteredge does his best to reinforce regressive gender roles, Collins ultimately throws them out the window.
Indeed, Collins’s women prove far cleverer and more powerful than men imagine them, while men often prove weak and ineffectual. After her husband John Verinder’s death, Julia Verinder manages the family’s estate diligently and fairly, far better than he ever did. Beyond ruling the house authoritatively and commanding the respect of all the men around her, she structures her will so that Godfrey cannot steal Rachel’s inheritance, and Betteredge considers her “one in a thousand” as far as women go. Rachel, too, takes after her mother; men like Betteredge consider her stubbornness and intelligence as disadvantages, but to the contemporary reader she is clearly a feminist figure; she singlehandedly shuts down Cuff’s investigation, ends her own engagement to Godfrey, and continually dictates the terms of her relationship with Franklin. The majority of Collins’s men also overturn gender roles—his main detectives Cuff, Franklin Blake, Mr. Bruff, and Ezra Jennings, in addition to Betteredge, are all weak, infirm, old, or otherwise far out of line with traditional muscular masculinity. With most of his characters going against the social grain, Collins offers an implicit critique of Victorian gender roles.
Collins is also remarkably progressive in his attitudes about sex and marriage, even if they still more or less determine his female characters’ fates. In contrast to most Victorian novelists, Collins is remarkably open about sex. He writes about Franklin Blake and Godfrey Ablewhite’s illicit relationships, as well as Rachel and Rosanna’s desire for Franklin, in a time when novelists usually only confronted these themes through metaphor. But the fact that the novel’s “happily ever after” conclusion relies on Rachel’s marriage to Franklin and eventual pregnancy shows that Collins does not necessarily shun marriage, and Rosanna’s suicide shows that Collins’s faith in love is less than complete. In fact, in killing herself, Rosanna not only gives up on Franklin, but also abandons her plans to move to London with Limping Lucy and try to make a living together—a kind of surrogate marriage. Crucially, this is a tragic ending for her: caught up in the fantasy of having a normal, married life, Rosanna gives up on an alternative that would have let her and Lucy be independent without men. Rachel’s near-marriage to Godfrey Ablewhite is also clearly a disaster: he is only interested in money, and he facetiously offers his love in exchange for her respect, an arrangement that recalls Betteredge’s dreadful marriage to Selina Goby. Collins does not make a case against all marriage, then, but more of a case for love: he clearly thinks it can work in the right circumstances, but also that forcing relationships into the mold of marriage can prove a recipe for disaster.
Although the hunt for the Moonstone may symbolize the quest to restore Rachel Verinder’s honor, it is even more significant that she preserves her dignity and standing in her family through her own efforts, and takes a series of bold stands—hiding her knowledge of Franklin’s guilt, bringing her mother to London, making and breaking her engagement to Godfrey—in order to influence the investigation without losing her family’s respect. By the end of the story, it is simply comical when the naïve and girlish Mrs. Merridew insists on being a “chaperone” to Rachel; their relationship shows underlines Rachel’s maturity and ability to far exceed the circumscribed role offered to her by Victorian English society.
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Gender and Victorian Morality Quotes in The Moonstone
“Do you know what it looks like to me?” says Rosanna, catching me by the shoulder again. “It looks as if it had hundreds of suffocating people under it - all struggling to get to the surface, and all sinking lower and lower in the dreadful deeps! Throw a stone in, Mr Betteredge! Throw a stone in, and let's see the sand suck it down!”
Here was unwholesome talk! Here was an empty stomach feeding on an unquiet mind!
“Do you mean to tell me, in plain English,” I said, “that Miss Rachel has stolen her own Diamond?”
“Yes,” says the Sergeant; “that is what I mean to tell you, in so many words. Miss Verinder has been in secret possession of the Moonstone from first to last; and she has taken Rosanna Spearman into her confidence, because she has calculated on our suspecting Rosanna Spearman of the theft. There is the whole case in a nutshell. Collar me again, Mr. Betteredge. If it's any vent to your feelings, collar me again.”
It is a maxim of mine that men (being superior creatures) are bound to improve women—if they can. When a woman wants me to do anything (my daughter, or not, it doesn't matter), I always insist on knowing why. The oftener you make them rummage their own minds for a reason, the more manageable you will find them in all the relations of life. It isn't their fault (poor wretches!) that they act first, and think afterwards; it's the fault of the fools who humour them.
“Her ladyship has smoothed matters over for the present very cleverly,” said the Sergeant. “But this family scandal is of the sort that bursts up again when you least expect it. We shall have more detective-business on our hands, sir, before the Moonstone is many months older.”
“Where’s this gentleman that I mustn’t speak of, except with respect? Ha, Mr. Betteredge, the day is not far off when the poor will rise against the rich. I pray Heaven they may begin with him. I pray Heaven they may begin with him.”
“Is it written by a man or a woman, Miss? If it's written by a woman, I had rather not read it on that account. If it’s written by a man, I beg to inform him that he knows nothing about it.”
“If you had spoken when you ought to have spoken,” I began: “if you had done me the common justice to explain yourself—”
She broke in on me with a cry of fury. The few words I had said seemed to have lashed her on the instant in to a frenzy of rage.
“Explain myself!” she repeated. “Oh! is there another man like this in the world? I spare him, when my heart is breaking; I screen him when my own character is at stake; and he—of all human beings, he—turns on me now, and tells me that I ought to have explained myself ! After believing in him as I did, after loving him as I did, after thinking of him by day, and dreaming of him by night—he wonders I didn't charge him with his disgrace the first time we met: ‘My heart's darling, you are a Thief! My hero whom I love and honour, you have crept into my room under cover of the night, and stolen my Diamond!’ That is what I ought to have said. You villain, you mean, mean, mean villain, I would have lost fifty Diamonds, rather than see your face lying to me, as I see it lying now!”