首页 >出版文学> They and I>第3章

第3章

  YoungButesaidthat,speakingasanarchitect,heofcourseadmiredtheancientmasterpiecesofhisart。HeadmiredtheErechtheumatAthens;butSpurgeon’sTabernacleintheOldKentRoadbuiltuponthesamemodelwouldhaveirritatedhim。ForaGreciantempleyouwantedGrecianskiesandGreciangirls。Hesaidthat,evenasitwas,WestminsterAbbeyintheseasonwasaneyesoretohim。TheDeanandChoirintheirwhitesurplicespassedmuster,butthecongregationinitsblackfrock—coatsandParishatsgavehimthesamesenseofincongruityaswouldabanquetofbarefootedfriarsinthedining—
  halloftheCannonStreetHotel。
  Itstruckmetherewassenseinwhathesaid。Idecidednottomentionmyideaofcarving1553abovethefront—door。
  Hesaidhecouldnotunderstandthispassionofthemodernhouse—
  builderforplayingatbeingaCrusaderoraCanterburyPilgrim。A
  retiredBerlinboot—makerofhisacquaintancehadbuilthimselfaminiatureRomanCastlenearHeidelberg。Theyplayedbilliardsinthedungeon,andletofffireworksontheKaiser’sbirthdayfromtheroofofthewatch—tower。
  Anotheracquaintanceofhis,adraperatHolloway,hadbuilthimselfamoatedgrange。Themoatwassuppliedfromthewater—worksunderspecialarrangement,andalltheelectriclightswereimitationcandles。Hehaddonethethingthoroughly。Hehadevendesignedahauntedchamberinblue,andaminiaturechapel,whichheusedasatelephonecloset。YoungButehadbeeninviteddowntherefortheshootingintheautumn。Hesaidhecouldnotbesurewhetherhewasdoingrightorwrong,buthisintentionwastoprovidehimselfwithabowandarrows。
  Achangewascomingoverthisyoungman。Wehadtalkedonothersubjectsandhehadbeenshyanddeferential。Onthismatterofbricksandmortarhespokeasoneexplainingthings。
  IventuredtosayafewwordsinfavouroftheTudorhouse。TheTudorhouse,heargued,wasafitandproperresidencefortheTudorcitizen——forthemanwhosewiferodebehindhimonapack—saddle,whoconductedhiscorrespondencebythehelpofamoss—trooper。TheTudorfireplacewasdesignedforfolkstowhomcoalwasunknown,andwholefttheirsmokingtotheirchimneys。Ahousethatlookedridiculouswithamotor—carbeforethedoor,wheretheelectricbelljarreduponone’ssenseoffitnesseverytimeoneheardit,wasoutofdate,hemaintained。
  "Foryou,sir,"hecontinued,"atwentieth—centurywriter,tobuildyourselfaTudorHousewouldbeasabsurdasforBenJonsontohaveplannedhimselfaNormanCastlewithatorture—chamberunderneaththewine—cellar,andthefireplaceinthemiddleofthedining—hall。HisfellowcroniesoftheMermaidwouldhavethoughthimstark,staringmad。"
  Therewasreasoninwhathewassaying。Idecidednottomentionmyideaofalteringthechimneysandfixingupimitationgables,especiallyasyoungButeseemedpleasedwiththehouse,whichbythistimewehadreached。
  "Now,thatisagoodhouse,"saidyoungBute。"Thatisahousewhereamaninafrock—coatandtrouserscansitdownandnotfeelhimselfastrangerfromanotherage。Itwasbuiltforamanwhoworeafrock—coatandtrousers——onweekdays,maybe,gaitersandashooting—
  coat。YoucanenjoyagameofbilliardsinthathousewithoutthefeelingthatcomestoyouwhenplayingtennisintheshadowofthePyramids。"
  Weentered,andIputbeforehimmynotions——suchofthemasIfelthewouldapprove。Weweresometimeaboutthebusiness,andwhenwelookedatourwatchesyoungBute’slasttraintotownhadgone。
  Therestillremainedmuchtotalkabout,andIsuggestedheshouldreturnwithmetothecottageandtakehisluck。IcouldsleepwithDickandhecouldhavemyroom。Itoldhimaboutthecow,buthesaidhewasapractisedsleeperandwouldbedelighted,ifIcouldlendhimanight—shirt,andifIthoughtMissRobinawouldnotbeputout。IassuredhimthatitwouldbeagoodthingforRobina;theunexpectedguestwouldbeausefullessontoherinhousekeeping。
  Besides,asIpointedouttohim,itdidn’treallymatterevenifRobinawereputout。
  "Nottoyou,sir,perhaps,"heanswered,withasmile。"Itisnotwithyouthatshewillbeindignant。"
  "Thatwillbeallright,myboy,"Itoldhim;"Itakeallresponsibility。"
  "AndIshallgetalltheblame,"helaughed。
  But,asIpointedouttohim,itreallydidn’tmatterwhomRobinablamed。Wetalkedaboutwomengenerallyonourwayback。Itoldhim——impressinguponhimtherewasnoneedforittogofarther——thatIpersonallyhadcometotheconclusionthatthebestwaytodealwithwomenwastotreatthemallaschildren。Heagreeditmightbeagoodmethod,butwantedtoknowwhatyoudidwhentheytreatedyouasachild。
  Iknowamostdelightfulcouple:theyhavebeenmarriednearlytwentyyears,andbothwillassureyouthatanangrywordhasneverpassedbetweenthem。Hecallsherhis"LittleOne,"althoughshemustbequitesixinchestallerthanhimself,andisnevertiredofpattingherhandorpinchingherear。Theyaskedheronceinthedrawing—room——sotheLittleMothertellsme——herrecipefordomesticbliss。Shesaidthemistakemostwomenmadewastakingmentooseriously。
  "Theyarejustovergrownchildren,that’salltheyare,poordears,"
  shelaughed。
  Therearetwokindsoflove:thereisthelovethatkneelsandlooksupward,andthelovethatlooksdownandpats。FordurabilityIampreparedtobackthelatter。
  ThearchitecthaddiedoutofyoungBute;hewasagainashyyoungmanduringourwalkbacktothecottage。Myhandwasonthelatchwhenhestayedme。
  "Isn’tthistheback—dooragain,sir?"heenquired。
  Itwastheback—door;Ihadnotnoticedit。
  "Hadn’twebettergoroundtothefront,sir,don’tyouthink?"hesaid。
  "Itdoesn’tmatter——"Ibegan。
  Buthehaddisappeared。SoIfollowedhim,andweenteredbythefront。Robinawasstandingbythetable,peelingpotatoes。
  "IhavebroughtMr。Butebackwithme,"Iexplained。"Heisgoingtostopthenight。"
  Robinasaid:"IfeverIgotoliveinacottageagainitwillhaveonedoor。"Shetookherpotatoeswithherandwentupstairs。
  "Idohopesheisn’tputout,"saidyoungBute。
  "Don’tworryyourself,"Icomfortedhim。"Ofcoursesheisn’tputout。Besides,Idon’tcareifsheis。She’sgottogetusedtobeingputout;it’spartofthelessonoflife。"
  Itookhimupstairs,meaningtoshowhimhisbedroomandtakemyownthingsoutofit。Thedoorsofthetwobedroomswereoppositeoneanother。Imadeamistakeandopenedthewrongdoor。Robina,stillpeelingpotatoes,wassittingonthebed。
  Iexplainedwehadmadeamistake。Robinasaiditwasofnoconsequencewhatever,and,takingthepotatoeswithher,wentdownstairsagain。Lookingoutofthewindow,Isawhermakingtowardsthewood。Shewastakingthepotatoeswithher。
  "Idowishwehadn’topenedthedoorofthewrongroom,"groanedyoungBute。
  "Whataworryingchapyouare!"Isaidtohim。"Lookatthethingfromthehumorouspointofview。It’sfunnywhenyoucometothinkofit。Whereverthepoorgirlgoes,tryingtopeelherpotatoesinpeaceandquietness,weburstinuponher。Whatweoughttodonowistotakeawalkinthewood。Itisaprettywood。Wemightsaywehadcometopickwildflowers。"
  ButIcouldnotpersuadehim。Hesaidhehadletterstowrite,and,ifIwouldallowhim,wouldremaininhisroomtilldinnerwasready。
  DickandVeronicacameinalittlelater。DickhadbeentoseeMr。
  St。Leonardtoarrangeaboutlessonsinfarming。HesaidhethoughtIshouldliketheoldman,whowasn’tabitlikeafarmer。HehadbroughtVeronicabackinoneofhergoodmoods,shehavingmetthereandfalleninlovewithadonkey。Dickconfidedtomethat,withoutcommittinghimself,hehadhintedtoVeronicathatifshewouldremaingoodforquitealongwhileImightbeinducedtobuyitforher。Itwasasturdylittleanimal,andcouldbemadeuseful。
  Anyhow,itwouldgiveVeronicaanobjectinlife——somethingtostrivefor——whichwasjustwhatshewanted。Heisathoughtfulladattimes,isDick。
  ThedinnerwasmoresuccessfulthanIhadhopedfor。Robinagaveusmelonasahorsd’oeuvre,followedbysardinesandafowl,withpotatoesandvegetablemarrow。Hercookingsurprisedme。IhadwarnedyoungButethatitmightbenecessarytoregardthisdinnerratherasajokethanasaneveningmeal,andwaspreparedmyselftoextractamusementfromitratherthannourishment。Mydisappointmentwasagreeable。Onecanalwaysimagineacomicdinner。
  Idinedoncewithanewlymarriedcouplewhohadjustreturnedfromtheirhoneymoon。Weoughttohavesatdownateighto’clock;wesatdowninsteadathalf—pastten。Thecookhadstarteddrinkinginthemorning;byseveno’clockshewasspeechless。Thewife,givinguphopeataquartertoeight,hadcookedthedinnerherself。Theotherguestsweresympathisedwith,butallIgotwascongratulation。
  "He’llwritesomethingsofunnyaboutthisdinner,"theysaid。
  Youmighthavethoughtthecookhadgotdrunkonpurposetoobligeme。Ihaveneverbeenabletowriteanythingfunnyaboutthatdinner;itdepressesmetothisday,merelythinkingofit。
  WefinishedupwithacoldtrifleandsomeexcellentcoffeethatRobinabrewedoveralamponthetablewhileDickandVeronicaclearedaway。ItwasoneofthejolliestlittledinnersIhaveevereaten;and,ifRobina’sfiguresaretobetrusted,costexactlysix—
  and—fourpenceforthefiveofus。Therebeingnoservantsabout,wetalkedfreelyandenjoyedourselves。IbeganonceatadinnertotellagoodstoryaboutaScotchman,whenmyhostsilencedmewithalook。Heisakindlyman,andhadheardthestorybefore。Heexplainedtomeafterwards,overthewalnuts,thathisparlourmaidwasScotchandrathertouchy。ThetalkfellintothediscussionofHomeRule,andagainourhostsilencedus。ItseemedhisbutlerwasanIrishmanandaviolentParnellite。Somepeoplecantalkasthoughservantsweremeremachines,buttometheyarehumanbeings,andtheirpresencehampersme。Iknowmyguestshavenotheardthestorybefore,andfromone’sownfleshandbloodoneexpectsacertainamountofsacrifice。ButIfeelsosorryforthehousemaidwhoiswaiting;shemusthavehearditadozentimes。Ireallycannotinflictituponheragain。
  Afterdinnerwepushedthetableintoacorner,andDickextractedasortofwaltzfromRobina’smandoline。ItisyearssinceIdanced;
  butVeronicasaidshewouldratherdancewithmeanydaythanwithsomeofthe"lumps"youweregiventodragroundbythedancing—
  mistress。Ihavehalfamindtotakeitupagain。Afterall,amanisonlyasoldashefeels。
  YoungBute,itturnedout,wasacapitaldancer,andcouldevenreverse,whichinaroomfourteenfeetsquareisofadvantage。
  Robinaconfidedtomeafterhewasgonethatwhilehewasdancingshecouldjusttoleratehim。IcannotmyselfseerhymeorreasoninRobina’sobjectiontohim。Heisnothandsome,butheisgood—
  looking,asboysgo,andhasapleasantsmile。Robinasaysitishissmilethatmaddensher。Dickagreeswithmethatthereissenseinhim;andVeronica,notgiventoloosepraise,considershisperformanceofaRedIndian,bothdeadandalive,thefinestpieceofactingshehaseverencountered。Wewounduptheeveningwithalittlesinging。TheextentofDick’srepertoiresurprisedme;
  evidentlyhehasnotbeensoidleatCambridgeasitseemed。YoungButehasabaritonevoiceofsomerichness。Werememberedatquarter—pasteleventhatVeronicaoughttohavegonetobedateight。
  Wewereallofussurprisedatthelatenessofthehour。
  "Whycan’twealwaysliveinacottageanddojustaswelike?I’msureit’smuchjollier,"VeronicaputittomeasIkissedhergoodnight。
  "Becauseweareidiots,mostofus,Veronica,"Ianswered。
  CHAPTERV
  IstartedthenextmorningtocalluponSt。Leonard。NeartothehouseIencounteredyoungHopkinsonahorse。Hewaswavingapitchforkoverhisheadandreciting"TheChargeoftheLightBrigade。"Thehorselookedamused。HetoldmeIshouldfind"thegov’nor"upbythestables。St。Leonardisnotan"oldman。"Dickmusthaveseenhiminabadlight。Ishoulddescribehimasabouttheprimeoflife,alittleolderthanmyself,butnothingtospeakof。Dickwasright,however,insayinghewasnotlikeafarmer。Tobeginwith,"HubertSt。Leonard"doesnotsoundlikeafarmer。Onecanimagineamanwithanamelikethatwritingabookaboutfarming,havingtheoriesonthissubject。Butintheordinarycourseofnaturethingswouldnotgrowforhim。Hedoesnotlooklikeafarmer。Onecannotsaypreciselywhatitis,butthereisthataboutafarmerthattellsyouheisafarmer。Thefarmerhasawayofleaningoveragate。Therearenotmanywaysofleaningoveragate。
  IhavetriedallIcouldthinkof,butitwasneverquitetherightway。Ithastobeintheblood。Afarmerhasawayofstandingononelegandlookingatathingthatisn’tthere。Itsoundssimple,butthereisknackinit。Thefarmerisnotsurpriseditisnotthere。Heneverexpectedittobethere。Itisoneofthosethingsthatoughttobe,andisnot。Thefarmer’slifeisfullofsuch。
  Sufferingreducedtoascienceiswhatthefarmerstandsfor。Allhislifeheisthegoodmanstrugglingagainstadversity。Nothinghiswaycomesright。Thisdoesnotseemtobehisplanet。
  Providencemeanswell,butshedoesnotunderstandfarming。Sheisdoingherbest,hesupposes;thatsheisabornmuddlerisnotherfault。IfProvidencecouldonlystepdownforamonthortwoandtakeafewlessonsinpracticalfarming,thingsmightbebetter;butthisbeingoutofthequestionthereisnothingmoretobesaid。
  FromconversationwithfarmersoneconjuresupapictureofProvidenceasawell—intentionedamateur,putintoapositionforwhichsheisutterlyunsuited。
  "Rain,"saysProvidence,"theyarewantingrain。WhatdidIdowiththatrain?"
  Shefindstherainandstartsit,andispleasedwithherselfuntilsomeWanderingSpiritpausesonhiswayandaskshersarcasticallywhatshethinksshe’sdoing。
  "Raining,"explainsProvidence。"Theywantedrain——farmers,youknow,thatsortofpeople。"
  "Theywon’twantanythingforlong,"retortstheSpirit。"They’llbedrownedintheirbedsbeforeyou’vedonewiththem。"
  "Don’tsaythat!"saysProvidence。
  "Well,havealookforyourselfifyouwon’tbelieveme,"saystheSpirit。"You’vespoiltthatharvestagain,you’veruinedallthefruit,andyouarerottingeventheturnips。Don’tyoueverlearnbyexperience?"
  "Itissodifficult,"saysProvidence,"toregulatethesethingsjustright。"
  "Soitseems——foryou,"retortstheSpirit。"Anyhow,Ishouldnotrainanymore,ifIwereyou。Ifyoumust,atleastgivethemtimetobuildanotherark。"AndtheWanderingSpiritcontinuesonhisway。
  "Theplacedoeslookabitwet,nowIcometonoticeit,"saysProvidence,peepingdownovertheedgeofherstar。"Betterturnonthefineweather,Isuppose。"
  Shestartswithshecalls"setfair,"andfeelingnowthatsheissomethinglikeaProvidence,composesherselfforadoze。SheisstartledoutofhersleepbythereturnoftheWanderingSpirit。
  "Beendownthereagain?"sheaskshimpleasantly。
  "Justcomeback,"explainstheWanderingSpirit。
  "Prettyspot,isn’tit?"saysProvidence。"Thingsniceanddrydowntherenow,aren’tthey?"
  "You’vehitit,"heanswers。"Dryistheword。Theriversaredriedup,thewellsaredriedup,thecattlearedying,thegrassisallwithered。Asfortheharvest,therewon’tbeanyharvestforthenexttwoyears!Oh,yes,thingsaredryenough。"
  OneimaginesProvidenceburstingintotears。"Butyousuggestedyourselfalittlefineweather。"
  "IknowIdid,"answerstheSpirit。"Ididn’tsuggestasixmonths’
  droughtwiththethermometeratahundredandtwentyintheshade。
  Doesn’tseemtomethatyou’vegotanysenseatall。"
  "Idowishthisjobhadbeengiventosomeoneelse,"saysProvidence。
  "Yes,andyouarenottheonlyonetowishit,"retortstheSpiritunfeelingly。
  "Idomybest,"urgesProvidence,wipinghereyeswithherwings。"I
  amnotfittedforit。"
  "Atruerwordyouneveruttered,"retortstheSpirit。
  "Itry——nobodycouldtryharder,"wailsProvidence。"EverythingIdoseemstobewrong。"
  "Whatyouwant,"saystheSpirit,"islessenthusiasmandalittlecommonsenseinplaceofit。Yougetexcited,andthenyouloseyourhead。Whenyoudosendrain,tentooneyousenditwhenitisn’twanted。Youkeepbackyoursunshine——justasadufferatwhistkeepsbackhistrumps——untilitisnogood,andthenyoudealitoutallatonce。"
  "I’lltryagain,"saidProvidence。"I’lltryquitehardthistime。"
  "You’vebeentryingagain,"retortstheSpiritunsympathetically,"eversinceIhaveknownyou。Itisnotthatyoudonottry。Itisthatyouhavenotgotthehangofthings。Whydon’tyougetyourselfanalmanack?"
  TheWanderingSpirittakeshisleave。Providencetellsherselfshereallymustgetthatalmanack。Shetiesaknotinherhandkerchief。
  Itisnotherfault:shewasmadelikeit。Sheforgetsaltogetherforwhatreasonshetiedthatknot。ThinksitwastoremindhertosendfrostsinMay,orScotchmistsinAugust。Sheisnotsurewhich,sosendsboth。Thefarmerhasceasedeventobeangrywithher——recognisesthatafflictionandsorrowaregoodforhisimmortalsoul,andpursueshiswayincalmnesstotheBankruptcyCourt。
  HubertSt。Leonard,ofWindrushBottomFarm,Ifoundtobeaworried—
  lookinggentleman。Hetapshisweather—glass,andhopesandfears,notknowingasyetthatallthingshavebeenorderedforhisill。Itwillbeyearsbeforehisspiritisattunedtothatattitudeoftranquildespairessentialtothefarmer:onefeelsit。Heistallandthin,withasensitive,mobileface,andacurioustrickoftakinghisheadeverynowandagainbetweenhishands,asiftobesureitisstillthere。WhenImethimhewasonthepointofstartingforhisround,soIwalkedwithhim。Hetoldmethathehadnotalwaysbeenafarmer。Tillafewyearsagohehadbeenastockbroker。Buthehadalwayshatedhisoffice;andhavingsavedalittle,haddeterminedwhenhecametofortytoenjoytherareluxuryoflivinghisownlife。Iaskedhimifhefoundthatfarmingpaid。
  Hesaid:
  "Asineverythingelse,itdependsuponthepriceyouputuponyourself。Now,asacasualobserver,whatwageperannumwouldyousayIwasworth?"
  Itwasanawkwardquestion。
  "Youareafraidthatifyouspokecandidlyyouwouldoffendme,"hesuggested。"Verywell。Forthepurposeofexplainingmytheoryletustake,instead,yourowncase。Ihavereadallyourbooks,andI
  likethem。Speakingasanadmirer,Ishouldestimateyouatfivehundredayear。You,perhaps,maketwothousand,andconsideryourselfworthfive。"
  Thewhimsicalsmilewithwhichheaccompaniedthespeechdisarmedme。
  "Whatwemostofusdo,"hecontinued,"istoover—capitaliseourselves。JohnSmith,honestlyworthahundredayear,claimstobeworthtwo。Result:difficultyofearningdividend,over—work,over—
  worry,constantfearofbeingwoundup。Now,thereisthataboutyourworkthatsuggeststomeyouwouldbehappierearningfivehundredayearthanyoueverwillbeearningtwothousand。Topayyourdividend——toearnyourtwothousand——youhavetodoworkthatbringsyounopleasureinthedoing。Contentwithfivehundred,youcouldaffordtodoonlythatworkthatdoesgiveyoupleasure。Thisisnotaperfectworld,wemustremember。Intheperfectworldthethinkerwouldbeworthmorethanthemerejester。Intheperfectworldthefarmerwouldbeworthmorethanthestockbroker。InmakingtheexchangeIhadtowritemyselfdown。Iearnlessmoney,butgetmoreenjoymentoutoflife。Iusedtobeabletoaffordchampagne,butmyliverwasalwayswrong,andIdarednotdrinkit。NowI
  cannotaffordchampagne,butIenjoymybeer。Thatismytheory,thatweareallofusentitledtopaymentaccordingtoourmarketvalue,neithermorenorless。Youcantakeitallincash。Iusedto。Oryoucantakelesscashandmorefun:thatiswhatIamgettingnow。"
  "Itisdelightful,"Isaid,"tomeetwithaphilosopher。Onehearsaboutthem,ofcourse;butIhadgotitintomymindtheywerealldead。"
  "Peoplelaughatphilosophy,"hesaid。"Inevercouldunderstandwhy。Itisthescienceoflivingafree,peaceful,happyexistence。
  Iwouldgivehalfmyremainingyearstobeaphilosopher。"
  "Iamnotlaughingatphilosophy,"Isaid。"Ihonestlythoughtyouwereaphilosopher。Ijudgedsofromthewayyoutalked。"
  "Talked!"heretorted。"Anybodycantalk。Asyouhavejustsaid,I
  talklikeaphilosopher。"
  "Butyounotonlytalk,"Iinsisted,"youbehavelikeaphilosopher。
  Sacrificingyourincometothejoyoflivingyourownlife!Itistheactofaphilosopher。"
  Iwantedtokeephimingoodhumour。Ihadthreethingstotalktohimabout:thecow,thedonkey,andDick。
  "No,itwasn’t,"heanswered。"Aphilosopherwouldhaveremainedastockbrokerandbeenjustashappy。Philosophydoesnotdependuponenvironment。Youputthephilosopherdownanywhere。Itisallthesametohim,hetakeshisphilosophywithhim。Youcansuddenlytellhimheisanemperor,orgivehimpenalservitudeforlife。Hegoesonbeingaphilosopherjustasifnothinghadhappened。Wehaveanoldtom—cat。Thechildrenleaditanawfullife。Itdoesnotseemtomattertothecat。Theyshutitupinthepiano:theirideaisthatitwillmakeanoiseandfrightensomeone。Itdoesn’tmakeanoise;itgoestosleep。Whenanhourlatersomeoneopensthepiano,thepoorthingislyingtherestretchedoutuponthekeyboardpurringtoitself。Theydressitupinthebaby’sclothesandtakeitoutintheperambulator:itliesthereperfectlycontentedlookingroundatthescenery——takesinthefreshair。Theyhaulitaboutbyitstail。
  Youwouldthink,towatchitswinginggentlytoandfroheaddownwards,thatitwasgratefultothemforgivingitanewsensation。Apparentlyitlooksoneverythingthatcomesitswayashelpfulexperience。Itlostaleglastwinterinatrap:itgoesaboutquitecheerfullyonthree。Seemstoberatherpleased,ifanything,athavinglostthefourth——saveswashing。Now,heisyourtruephilosopher,thatcat;nevermindswhathappenstohim,andisequallycontentedifitdoesn’t。"
  Ifoundmyselfbecomingfretful。Iknowamanwithwhomitisimpossibletodisagree。MenattheClub——new—comers——havebeenluredintotakingbetsthattheycouldonanytopicunderthesunfindthemselvesoutofsympathywithhim。TheyhavedenouncedMr。LloydGeorgeasatraitortohiscountry。Thismanhasrisenandshakenthembythehand,wordsbeingtooweaktoexpresshisadmirationoftheiroutspokenfearlessness。YoumighthavethoughtthemNihilistsdenouncingtheRussianGovernmentfromthestepsoftheKremlinatMoscow。Theyhave,inthenextbreath,abusedMr。Balfourintermstransgressingthelawofslander。Hehasalmostfallenontheirnecks。IthastranspiredthattheonedreamofhislifewastohearMr。Balfourabused。Ihavetalkedtohimmyselfforaquarterofanhour,andgatheredthatathearthewasapeace—at—any—priceman,stronglyinfavourofConscription,avehementRepublican,withadeep—rootedcontemptfortheworkingclasses。Itisnotbadsporttocollecthalfadozenandtalkroundhim。Atsuchtimeshesuggeststhefamilydogthatsixpeoplefromdifferentpartsofthehousearecallingtoatthesametime。Hewantstogotothemallatonce。
  IfeltIhadgottounderstandthisman,orhewouldworryme。
  "Wearegoingtobeneighbours,"Isaid,"andIaminclinedtothinkIshalllikeyou。Thatis,ifIcangettoknowyou。Youcommencebyenthusingonphilosophy:Ihastentoagreewithyou。Itisanoblescience。Whenmyyoungestdaughterhasgrownup,whentheotheronehaslearntalittlesense,whenDickisoffmyhands,andtheBritishpublichascometoappreciategoodliterature,Iamhopingtobeabitofaphilosophermyself。ButbeforeIcanexplaintoyoumyviewsyouhavealreadychangedyourown,andarelikeningthephilosophertoanoldtom—catthatseemstobeweakinhishead。
  Soberlynow,whatareyou?"
  "Afool,"heansweredpromptly;"amostunfortunatefool。Ihavethemindofaphilosophercoupledtoanintenselyirritabletemperament。
  Myphilosophyteachesmetobeashamedofmyirritability,andmyirritabilitymakesmyphilosophyappeartobearrantnonsensetomyself。Thephilosopherinmetellsmeitdoesnotmatterwhenthetwinsfalldownthewishing—well。Itisnotadeepwell。Itisnotthefirsttimetheyhavefallenintoit:itwillnotbethelast。
  Suchthingspass:thephilosopheronlysmiles。Themaninmecallsthephilosopherablitheringidiotforsayingitdoesnotmatterwhenitdoesmatter。Menhavetobecalledawayfromtheirworktohaulthemout。Weallofusgetwet。Igetwetandexcited,andthatalwaysstartsmyliver。Thechildren’sclothesareutterlyspoilt。
  Confoundthem,"——thebloodwasmountingtohishead——"theynevercaretogonearthewellexcepttheyaredressedintheirbestclothes。
  OnotherdaystheywillstopindoorsandreadFoxe’s’BookofMartyrs。’Thereissomethinguncannyabouttwins。Whatisit?Whyshouldtwinsbeworsethanotherchildren?Theordinarychildisnotanangel,Heavenknows。Takethesebootsofmine。Lookatthem;I
  havehadthemforovertwoyears。Itramptenmilesadayinthem;
  theyhavebeensoakedthroughahundredtimes。Youbuyaboyapairofboots——"
  "Whydon’tyoucoveroverthewell?"Isuggested。
  "Thereyouareagain,"hereplied。"Thephilosopherinme——thesensibleman——says,’Whatisthegoodofthewell?Itisnothingbutmudandrubbish。Somethingisalwaysfallingintoit——ifitisn’tthechildrenit’sthepigs。Whynotdoawaywithit?’"
  "Seemstobesoundadvice,"Icommented。
  "Itis,"heagreed。"NomanalivehasmoresoundcommonsensethanI
  have,ifonlyIwerecapableoflisteningtomyself。DoyouknowwhyIdon’tbrickinthatwell?BecausemywifetoldmeIwouldhaveto。
  Itwasthefirstthingshesaidwhenshesawit。Shesaysitagaineverytimeanythingdoesfallintoit。’Ifonlyyouwouldtakemyadvice’——youknowthesortofthing。Nobodyirritatesmemorethanthepersonwhosays,’Itoldyouso。’It’sapicturesqueoldruin:
  itusedtobehaunted。That’sallbeenknockedontheheadsincewecame。Whatself—respectingnymphcanhauntawellintowhichchildrenandpigsareforeverflopping?"
  Helaughed;butbeforeIcouldjoinhimhewasangryagain。"WhyshouldIblockupanhistoricwell,thatisanornamenttothegarden,becauseapackoffoolscan’tkeepagateshut?Asforthechildren,whattheywantisathoroughgoodwhipping,andoneofthesedays——"
  Avoicecryingtoustostopinterruptedhim。
  "Amonmyround。Can’tcome,"heshouted。
  "Butyoumust,"explainedthevoice。
  Heturnedsoquicklythathealmostknockedmeover。"Botherandconfoundthemall!"hesaid。"Whydon’ttheykeeptothetime—table?
  There’snosysteminthisplace。Thatiswhatruinsfarming——wantofsystem。"
  Hewentongrumblingashewalked。Ifollowedhim。Halfwayacrossthefieldwemettheownerofthevoice。Shewasapleasant—lookinglass,notexactlypretty——notthesortofgirloneturnstolookatinacrowd——yet,havingseenher,itwasagreeabletocontinuelookingather。St。Leonardintroducedmetoherashiseldestdaughter,Janie,andexplainedtoherthatbehindthestudydoor,ifonlyshewouldtakethetroubletolook,shewouldfindatime—table—
  "Accordingtowhich,"repliedMissJanie,withasmile,"yououghtatthepresentmomenttobeintherick—yard,whichisjustwhereIwantyou。"
  "Whattimeisit?"heasked,feelinghiswaistcoatforawatchthatappearednottobethere。
  "Quartertoeleven,"Itoldhim。
  Hetookhisheadbetweenhishands。"GoodGod!"hecried,"youdon’tsaythat!"
  Thenewbinder,MissJanietoldus,hadjustarrived。Shewasanxiousherfathershouldseeitwasinworkingorderbeforethemenwentback。"Otherwise,"sosheargued,"oldWilkinswillpersistitwasallrightwhenhedeliveredit,andweshallhavenoremedy。"
  Weturnedtowardsthehouse。
  "Speakingofthepractical,"Isaid,"therewerethreethingsIcametotalktoyouabout。Firstandforemost,thatcow。"
  "Ah,yes,thecow,"saidSt。Leonard。Heturnedtohisdaughter。
  "ItwasMaud,wasitnot?"
  "No,"sheanswered,"itwasSusie。"
  "Itistheone,"Isaid,"thatbellowsmostallnightandthreepartsoftheday。YourboyHopkinsthinksmaybeshe’sfretting。"
  "Poorsoul!"saidSt。Leonard。"Weonlytookhercalfawayfromher—
  —whendidwetakehercalfawayfromher?"heaskedofJanie。
  "OnThursdaymorning,"returnedJanie;"thedaywesentherover。"
  "Theyfeelitsoatfirst,"saidSt。Leonardsympathetically。
  "Itsoundsabrutalsentiment,"Isaid,"butIwaswonderingifbyanychanceyouhappenedtohavebyyouonethatdidn’tfeelitquitesomuch。Isupposeamongcowsthereisnoclassthatcorrespondstowhatwetermour’SmartSet’——cowsthatdon’treallycarefortheircalves,thataregladtogetawayfromthem?"
  MissJaniesmiled。Whenshesmiled,youfeltyouwoulddomuchtoseehersmileagain。
  "Butwhynotkeepitupatyourhouse,inthepaddock,"shesuggested,"andhavethemilkbroughtdown?Thereisanexcellentcowshed,anditisonlyamileaway。"
  Itstruckmetherewassenseinthisidea。Ihadnotthoughtofthat。IaskedSt。LeonardwhatIowedhimforthecow。HeaskedMissJanie,andshesaidsixteenpounds。Ihadbeenwarnedthatindoingbusinesswithfarmersitwouldbenecessaryalwaystobargain;
  buttherewasthataboutMissJanie’stonetellingmethatwhenshesaidsixteenpoundsshemeantsixteenpounds。IbegantoseeabrightersidetoHubertSt。Leonard’scareerasafarmer。
  "Verywell,"Isaid;"wewillregardthecowassettled。"
  Imadeanote:"Cow,sixteenpounds。Havethecowshedgotready,andbuyoneofthosebigcansonwheels。"
  "Youdon’thappentowantmilk?"IputittoMissJanie。"Susieseemstobegoodforaboutfivegallonsaday。I’mafraidifwedrinkitallourselveswe’llgettoofat。"
  "Attwopencehalfpennyaquart,deliveredatthehouse,asmuchasyoulike,"repliedMissJanie。
  Imadeanoteofthatalso。"Happentoknowausefulboy?"IaskedMissJanie。
  "WhataboutyoungHopkins,"suggestedherfather。
  "Theonlymalethingonthisfarm——withtheexceptionofyourself,ofcourse,fatherdear——thathasgotanysense,"saidMissJanie。"Hecan’thaveHopkins。"
  "TheonlyfaultIhavetofindwithHopkins,"saidSt。Leonard,"isthathetalkstoomuch。"
  "Personally,"Isaid,"Ishouldpreferacountrylad。Ihavecomedownheretobeinthecountry。WithHopkinsaround,Idon’tsomehowfeelitisthecountry。Imightimagineitagardencity:thatisasnearasHopkinswouldallowmetoget。Ishouldlikemyselfsomethingmoresuggestiveofruralsimplicity。"
  "IthinkIknowthesortofthingyoumean,"smiledMissJanie。"Areyoufairlygood—tempered?"
  "Icangenerally,"Ianswered,"confinemyselftosarcasm。Itpleasesme,andasfarasIhavebeenabletonotice,doesneitherharmnorgoodtoanyoneelse。"
  "I’llsendyouupaboy,"promisedMissJanie。
  Ithankedher。"Andnowwecometothedonkey。"
  "Nathaniel,"explainedMissJanie,inanswertoherfather’slookofenquiry。"Wedon’treallywantit。"
  "Janie,"saidMr。St。Leonardinatoneofauthority,"Iinsistuponbeinghonest。"
  "Iwasgoingtobehonest,"retortedMissJanie,offended。
  "MydaughterVeronicahasgivenmetounderstand,"Isaid,"thatifI
  buyherthisdonkeyitwillbe,forher,thecommencementofanewandbetterlife。Idonotattachundueimportancetothebargain,butoneneverknows。Theinfluencesthatmakeforreformationinhumancharacteraresubtleandunexpected。Anyhow,itdoesn’tseemrighttothrowachanceaway。Addedtowhich,ithasoccurredtomethatadonkeymightbeusefulinthegarden。"
  "Hehaslivedatmyexpenseforupwardsoftwoyears,"repliedSt。
  Leonard。"Icannotmyselfseeanymoralimprovementhehasbroughtintomyfamily。Whateffecthemayhaveuponyourchildren,Icannotsay。Butwhenyoutalkabouthisbeingusefulinagarden——"
  "Hedrawsacart,"interruptedMissJanie。
  "Solongassomeonewalksbesidehimfeedinghimwithcarrots。Wetriedfixingthecarrotonapolesixinchesbeyondhisreach。Thatworksallrightinthepicture:itstartsthisdonkeykicking。"
  "Youknowyourself,"hecontinuedwithgrowingindignation,"theverylasttimeyourmothertookhimoutsheusedupallhercarrotsgettingthere,withtheresultthatheandthecarthadtobehauledhomebehindatrolley。"
  Wehadreachedtheyard。Nathanielwasstandingwithhisheadstretchedoutabovetheclosedhalfofhisstabledoor。InoticedpointsofresemblancebetweenhimandVeronicaherself:therewasabouthimalikesuggestionofresignation,ofsufferingvirtuemisunderstood;hiseyehadthesamewistful,yearningexpressionwithwhichVeronicawillstandbeforethewindowgazingoutuponthepurplesunset,whilepeoplearecallingtoherfromdistantpartsofthehousetocomeandputherthingsaway。MissJanie,bendingoverhim,askedhimtokissher。Hecomplied,butwithagentle,reproachfullookthatseemedtosay,"Whycallmebackagaintoearth?"
  Itmadememadwithhim。IwaswronginthinkingMissJanienotaprettygirl。Hersisthattypeofbeautythatescapesattentionbyitsownperfection。Itistheeccentric,thediscordant,thatarreststherovingeye。Toharmonyonehastoattuneoneself。
  "Ibelieve,"saidMissJanie,asshedrewaway,wipinghercheek,"onecouldteachthatdonkeyanything。"
  Apparentlysheregardedwillingnesstokissherasindicationofexceptionalamiability。
  "Excepttowork,"commentedherfather。"I’lltellyouwhatI’lldo,"hesaid。"Ifyoutakethatdonkeyoffmyhandsandpromisenottosenditbackagain,why,youcanhaveit。"
  "Fornothing?"demandedJaniewoefully。
  "Fornothing,"insistedherfather。"AndifIhaveanyargument,I’llthrowinthecart。"
  MissJaniesighedandshruggedhershoulders。ItwasarrangedthatHopkinsshoulddeliverNathanielintomykeepingsometimethenextday。Hopkins,itappeared,wastheonlypersononthefarmwhocouldmakethedonkeygo。
  "Idon’tknowwhatitis,"saidSt。Leonard,"buthehasawaywithhim。"
  "Andnow,"Isaid,"thereremainsbutDick。"
  "TheladIsawyesterday?"suggestedSt。Leonard。"Good—lookingyoungfellow。"
  "Heisaniceboy,"Isaid。"Idon’treallythinkIknowanicerboythanDick;andclever,whenyoucometounderstandhim。ThereisonlyonefaultIhavetofindwithDick:Idon’tseemabletogethimtowork。"
  MissJaniewassmiling。Iaskedherwhy。
  "Iwasthinking,"sheanswered,"howclosetheresemblanceappearstobebetweenhimandNathaniel。"
  Itwastrue。Ihadnotthoughtofit。
  "Themistake,"saidSt。Leonard,"iswithourselves。Weassumeeveryboytohavethesoulofaprofessor,andeverygirlageniusformusic。WepackoffoursonstocramthemselveswithGreekandLatin,andputourdaughtersdowntostrumatthepiano。Ninetimesoutoftenitissheerwasteoftime。TheysentmetoCambridge,andsaidI
  waslazy。Iwasnotlazy。IwasnotintendedbynatureforaSeniorWrangler。IdidnotseethegoodofbeingaSeniorWrangler。WhowantsaworldofSeniorWranglers?Thenwhystarteveryyoungmantrying?Iwantedtobeafarmer。Ifintelligentladsweretaughtfarmingasabusiness,farmingwouldpay。Inthenameofcommon—
  sense——"
  "Iaminclinedtoagreewithyou,"Iinterruptedhim。"IwouldratherseeDickagoodfarmerthanathird—ratebarrister,anyhow。
  Hethinkshecouldtakeaninterestinfarming。TherearetenweeksbeforeheneedgobacktoCambridge,sufficienttimefortheexperiment。Willyoutakehimasapupil?"
  St。Leonardgraspedhisheadbetweenhishandsandhelditfirmly。
  "IfIconsent,"hesaid,"Imustinsistonbeinghonest"
  IsawthewoefulnessagaininJanie’seyes。
  "Ithink,"Isaid,"itismyturntobehonest。Ihavegotthedonkeyfornothing;IinsistonpayingforDick。Theyarewaitingforyouintherick—yard。IwillsettlethetermswithMissJanie。"
  Heregardedusbothsuspiciously。
  "Iwillpromisetobehonest,"laughedMissJanie。
  "Ifit’smorethanI’mworth,"hesaid,"I’llsendhimhomeagain。
  Mytheoryis——"
  Hestumbledoverapigwhich,accordingtothetime—table,oughtnottohavebeenthere。Theywentoffhurriedlytogether,thepigleading,bothscreaming。
  MissJaniesaidshewouldshowmetheshortcutacrossthefields;wecouldtalkaswewent。Wewalkedinsilenceforawhile。
  "Youmustnotthink,"shesaid,"Ilikebeingtheonetodoallthehaggling。Ifeelalittlesoreaboutitveryoften。Butsomebody,ofcourse,mustdoit;andasforfather,poordear——"
  Ilookedather。Her’sisthebeautytowhichatouchofsadnessaddsacharm。
  "Howoldareyou?"Iaskedher。
  "Twenty,"sheanswered,"nextbirthday。"
  "Ijudgedyoutobeolder,"Isaid。
  "Mostpeopledo,"sheanswered。
  "MydaughterRobina,"Isaid,"isjustthesameage——accordingtoyears;andDickistwenty—one。Ihopeyouwillbefriendswiththem。
  Theyhavegotsense,bothofthem。Itcomesouteverynowandagainandsurprisesyou。Veronica,Ithink,isnine。IamnotsurehowVeronicaisgoingtoturnout。Sometimesthingshappenthatmakeusthinkshehasabeautifulcharacter,andthenforquitelongperiodssheseemstoloseitaltogether。TheLittleMother——Idon’tknowwhywealwayscallherLittleMother——willnotjoinustillthingsaremoreship—shape。Shedoesnotliketobethoughtaninvalid,andifwehaveheraboutanywherenearworkthathastobedone,andarenotalwayswatchingher,shegetsatitandtiresherself。"
  "Iamgladwearegoingtobeneighbours,"saidMissJanie。"Therearetenofusaltogether。Father,Iamsure,youwilllike;clevermenalwayslikefather。Mother’sdayisFriday。Asaruleitistheonlydaynooneevercalls。"Shelaughed。Thecloudhadvanished。
  "Theycomeonotherdaysandfindusallinouroldclothes。OnFridayafternoonwesitinstateandnobodycomesnearus,andwehavetoeatthecakesourselves。Itmakeshersocross。YouwilltryandrememberFridays,won’tyou?"
  Imadeanoteofitthenandthere。
  "Iamtheeldest,"shecontinued,"asIthinkfathertoldyou。HarryandJackcamenext;butJackisinCanadaandHarrydied,sothereissomewhatofagapbetweenmeandtherest。BertieistwelveandTedeleven;theyarehomejustnowfortheholidays。Sallyiseight,andthentherecomethetwins。Peopledon’thalfbelievethetalesthataretoldabouttwins,butIamsurethereisnoneedtoexaggerate。
  Theyareonlysix,buttheyhaveasenseofhumouryouwouldhardlycredit。Oneisaboy,andtheotheragirl。Theyarealwayschangingclothes,andweareneverquitesurewhichiswhich。
  WilfridgetssenttobedbecauseWinniehasnotpractisedherscales,andWinnieisgivensyrupofsquillsbecauseWilfriedhasbeeneatinggreengooseberries。LastspringWinniehadthemeasles。Whenthedoctorcameonthefifthdayhewasaspleasedaspunch;hesaiditwasthequickestcurehehadeverknown,andthatreallytherewasnoreasonwhyshemightnotgetup。Wehadoursuspicions,andtheywereright。Winniewashidinginthecupboard,wrappedupinablanket。Theydon’tseemtomindwhattroubletheygetinto,provideditisn’ttheirown。Theonlysafeplan,unlessyouhappentocatchthemred—handed,istodividethepunishmentbetweenthem,andleavethemtosettleaccountsbetweenthemselvesafterwards。
  Algyisfour;tilllastyearhewasalwayscalledthebaby。Now,ofcourse,thereisnoexcuse;butthenamestillclingstohiminspiteofhisindignantprotestations。Fathercalledupstairstohimtheotherday:’Baby,bringmedownmygaiters。’Hewalkedstraightuptothecradleandwokeupthebaby。’Getup,’Iheardhimsay——Iwasjustoutsidethedoor——’andtakeyourfatherdownhisgaiters。Don’tyouhearhimcallingyou?’Heisadrolllittlefellow。FathertookhimtoOxfordlastSaturday。Heissmallforhisage。Theticket—
  collector,quitecontented,threwhimaglance,andmerelyasamatterofformaskedifhewasunderthree。’No,’heshoutedbeforefathercouldreply;’I’sistsonbeinghonest。I’sefour。’Itisfather’spetphrase。"
  "Whatviewdoyoutakeoftheexchange,"Iaskedher,"fromstockbrokingwithitslargerincometofarmingwithitssmaller?"
  "Perhapsitwasselfish,"sheanswered,"butIamafraidIratherencouragedfather。Itseemstomemean,makingyourlivingoutofworkthatdoesnogoodtoanyone。Ihatethebargaining,butthefarmingitselfIlove。Ofcourse,itmeanshavingonlyoneeveningdressayearandmakingthatmyself。ButevenwhenIhadalotI
  alwayspreferredwearingtheonethatIthoughtsuitedmethebest。
  Asforthechildren,theyareashealthyasyoungsavages,andeverythingtheywanttomakethemhappyisjustoutsidethedoor。
  Theboyswon’tgotocollege;butseeingtheywillhavetoearntheirownliving,that,perhaps,isjustaswell。Itismother,poordear,thatworriesso。"Shelaughedagain。"Herfavouritewalkistotheworkhouse。ShecamebackquiteexcitedtheotherdaybecauseshehadheardtheGuardiansintendtotrytheexperimentofbuildingseparatehousesforoldmarriedcouples。Sheisconvincedsheandfatheraregoingtoendtheirdaysthere。"
  "You,asthebusinesspartner,"Iaskedher,"arehopefulthatthefarmwillpay?"
  "Oh,yes,"sheanswered,"itwillpayallright——itdoespay,forthematterofthat。Weliveonitandlivecomfortably。But,ofcourse,Icanseemother’spointofview,withsevenyoungchildrentobringup。Anditisnotonlythat。"Shestoppedherselfabruptly。"Oh,well,"shecontinuedwithalaugh,"youhavegottoknowus。Fatheristrying。Helovesexperiments,andawomanhatesexperiments。
  Lastyearitwasbarefeet。Idaresayitishealthier。Butchildrenwhohavebeenaboutinbarefeetallthemorning——well,itisn’tpleasantwhentheysitdowntolunch;Idon’tcarewhatyousay。Youcan’tbealwayswashing。Heissounpractical。Hewasquiteangrywithmotherandmyselfbecausewewouldn’t。Andamaninbarefeetlookssoridiculous。Thissummeritisshorthairandnohats;andSallyhadsuchprettyhair。Nextyearitwillbesabotsorturbans——
  somethingorothersuggestingtheideathatwe’velatelyescapedfromafair。OnMondaysandThursdayswetalkFrench。WehavegotaFrenchnurse;andthosearetheonlydaysintheweekonwhichshedoesn’tunderstandawordthat’ssaidtoher。Wecannoneofusunderstandfather,andthatmakeshimfurious。Hewon’tsayitinEnglish;hemakesanoteofit,meaningtotellusonTuesdayorFriday,andthen,ofcourse,heforgets,andwonderswhywehaven’tdoneit。He’sthedearestfellowalive。WhenIthinkofhimasabigboy,thenheischarming,andifhereallywereonlyabigboytherearetimeswhenIwouldshakehimandfeelbetterforit。"
  Shelaughedagain。Iwantedhertogoontalking,becauseherlaughwassodelightful。Butwehadreachedtheroad,andshesaidshemustgoback:thereweresomanythingsshehadtodo。
  "WehavenotsettledaboutDick,"Iremindedher。
  "Mothertookratheralikingtohim,"shemurmured。
  "IfDickcouldmakealiving,"Isaid,"bygettingpeopletolikehim,Ishouldnotbesoanxiousabouthisfuture——lazyyoungdevil!"
  "Hehaspromisedtoworkhardifyoulethimtakeupfarming,"saidMissJanie。
  "Hehasbeentalkingtoyou?"Isaid。
  Sheadmittedit。
  "Hewillbeginwell,"Isaid。"Iknowhim。Inamonthhewillhavetiredofit,andbeclamouringtodosomethingelse。"
  "Ishallbeverydisappointedinhimifhedoes,"shesaid。
  "Iwilltellhimthat,"Isaid,"itmayhelp。Peopledon’tlikeotherpeopletobedisappointedinthem。"
  "Iwouldratheryoudidn’t,"shesaid。"Youcouldsaythatfatherwillbedisappointedinhim。Fatherformedratheragoodopinionofhim,Iknow。"
  "Iwilltellhim,"Isuggested,"thatweshallallbedisappointedinhim。"
  Sheagreedtothat,andweparted。Iremembered,whenshewasgone,thatafterallwehadnotsettledterms。
  Dickovertookmealittlewayfromhome。
  "Ihavesettledyourbusiness,"Itoldhim。
  "It’sawfullygoodofyou,"saidDick。
  "Mind,"Icontinued,"it’sontheunderstandingthatyouthrowyourselfintothethingandworkhard。Ifyoudon’t,Ishallbedisappointedinyou,Itellyousofrankly。"
  "That’sallright,governor,"heansweredcheerfully。"Don’tyouworry。"
  "Mr。St。Leonardwillalsobedisappointedinyou,Dick,"Iinformedhim。"Hehasformedaveryhighopinionofyou。Don’tgivehimcausetochangeit。"
  "I’llgetonallrightwithhim,"answeredDick。"Jollyoldduffer,ain’the?"
  "MissJaniewillalsobedisappointedinyou,"Iadded。
  "Didshesaythat?"heasked。
  "Shementioneditcasually,"Iexplained:"thoughnowIcometothinkofitsheaskedmenottosayso。Whatshewantedmetoimpressuponyouwasthatherfatherwouldbedisappointedinyou。"
  Dickwalkedbesidemeinsilenceforawhile。
  "SorryI’vebeenaworrytoyou,dad,"hesaidatlast"Gladtohearyousayso,"Ireplied。
  "I’mgoingtoturnoveranewleaf,dad,"hesaid。"I’mgoingtoworkhard。"
  "Abouttime,"Isaid。
  CHAPTERVI
  Wehadcoldbaconforlunchthatday。Therewasnotmuchofit。I
  tookittobethebaconwehadnoteatenforbreakfast。Butonacleandishwithparsleyitlookedratherneat。Itdidnotsuggest,however,alunchforfourpeople,twoofwhomhadbeenoutallthemorningintheopenair。TherewassomeexcuseforDick。
  "Ineverheardbefore,"saidDick,"ofcoldfriedbaconasahorsd’oeuvre。"
  "Itisnotahorsd’oeuvre,"explainedRobina。"Itisallthereisforlunch。"Shespokeinthequiet,passionlessvoiceofonewhohasdonewithallhumanemotion。Sheaddedthatsheshouldnotberequiringanyherself,shehavinglunchedalready。
  Veronica,conveyingbyhertoneandbearingtheimpressionofsomethingmidwaybetweenaperfectladyandaChristianmartyr,observedthatshealsohadlunched。
  "WishIhad,"growledDick。
  Igavehimawarningkick。Icouldseehewasonthewaytogettinghimselfintotrouble。AsIexplainedtohimafterwards,awomanismostdangerouswhenathermeekest。Aman,whenhefeelshistemperrising,takeseveryopportunityoflettingitescape。Troubleatsuchtimeshewelcomes。Abrokenboot—lace,orashirtwithoutabutton,istohimthenaswaterinthedesert。Anonlycollar—studthatwilldisappearasifbymagicfrombetweenhisthumbandfingerandvanishapparentlyintothinairisapieceofgoodfortunesentontheseoccasionsonlytothosewhomthegodslove。Bythetimehehaswaddledonhishandsandkneestwiceroundtheroom,brokentheboot—jackrakingwithitunderneaththewardrobe,beenbumpedandslappedandkickedbyeverypieceoffurniturethattheroomcontains,andendedupbysteppingonthatstudandtreadingitflat,hehasnotabitteroranangrythoughtleftinhim。Allthatremainsofhimissweetandpeaceful。Hefastenshiscollarwithasafety—pin,humminganoldsongthewhile。
  FailingthegiftsofProvidence,thechildren——ifinhealth——cangenerallybedependedupontoaffordhimanopening。Soonerorlateroneoranotherofthemwilldosomethingthatnochild,whenhewasaboy,wouldhavedared——ordreamedofdaring——toevensomuchasthinkofdoing。Thechild,conveyingbyexpressionthattheworld,itisgladtosay,isslowlybutsteadilygrowinginsense,andpityitisthatold—fashionedfolkscan’tbustleupandkeepabreastofit,pointsoutthatfirstlyithasnotdonethisthing,thatforvariousreasons——afewonlyofwhichneedbedweltupon——itisimpossibleitcouldhavedonethisthing;thatsecondlyithasbeenexpresslyrequestedtodothisthing,thatwishfulalwaystogivesatisfaction,ithas——atsacrificeofallitsownideas——goneoutofitswaytodothisthing;thatthirdlyitcan’thelpdoingthisthing,striveagainstfateasitwill。
  Hesayshedoesnotwanttohearwhatthechildhasgottosayonthesubject——noronanyothersubject,neitherthennoratanyothertime。Hesaysthere’sgoingtobeanewdepartureinthishouse,andthatthingsallroundaregoingtobeverydifferent。Hesuddenlyrememberseveryruleandregulationhehasmadeduringthepasttenyearsfortheguidanceofeverybody,andthateverybody,himselfincluded,hasforgotten。Hetriestotalkaboutthemallatonce,inhastelestheshouldforgetthemagain。Bythetimehehassucceededingettinghimself,ifnobodyelse,tounderstandhimself,thechildrenareswarmingroundhiskneesextractingfromhimpromisesthatinhissobermomentshewillbesorrythathemade。
  Iknewawoman——awiseandgoodwomanshewas——whowhenshenoticedthatherhusband’stemperwascausinghimannoyance,tookpainstohelphimtogetridofit。TorelievehissufferingsIhaveknownhersearchthehouseforalastmonth’smorningpaperand,ironingitsmooth,layitwarmandneatlyfoldedonhisbreakfastplate。
  "Onethinginthisworldtobethankfulfor,atallevents,andthatisthatwedon’tliveinDitchley—in—the—Marsh,"hewouldgrowltenminuteslaterfromtheothersideofit。
  "Soundsabitdamp,"thegoodwomanwouldreply。
  "Damp!"hewouldgrunt,"whomindsabitofdamp!Goodforyou。
  MakesusEnglishmenwhatweare。Beingmurderedinone’sbedaboutonceaweekiswhatIshouldobjectto。"
  "Dotheydomuchofthatsortofthingdownthere?"thegoodwomanwouldenquire。
  "Seemstobethechiefindustryoftheplace。Doyoumeantosayyoudon’trememberthatoldmaidenladybeingmurderedbyherowngardenerandburiedinthefowl—run?Youwomen!youtakenointerestinpublicaffairs。"
  "Idoremembersomethingaboutit,nowyoumentionit,dear,"thegoodwomanwouldconfess。"Alwaysseemssuchaninnocenttypeofman,agardener。"
  "SeemstobeaspecialbreedofthematDitchley—in—the—Marsh,"heanswers。"HereagainlastMonday,"hecontinues,readingwithgrowinginterest。"Almostthesamecase——eventothepruningknife。
  Yes,hangedifhedoesn’t!——buriesherinthefowl—run。Thisismostextraordinary。"
  "Itmustbetheimitativeinstinctassertingitself,"suggeststhegoodwoman。"Asyou,dear,havesooftenpointedout,onecrimemakesanother。"
  "Ihavealwayssaidso,"heagrees;"ithasalwaysbeenatheoryofmine。"
  Hefoldsthepaperover。"Dulldogs,thesepoliticalchaps!"hesays。"Here’stheDukeofDevonshire,speakinglastnightatHackney,beginsbytellingafunnystoryhesayshehasjustheardaboutaparrot。Why,it’sthesamestorysomebodytoldamonthago;
  Irememberreadingit。Yes——uponmysoul——wordforword,I’dsweartoit。Showsyouthesortofmenwe’regovernedby。"
  "Youcan’texpecteveryone,dear,topossessyourrepertoire,"thegoodwomanremarks。
  "Needn’tsayhe’sjusthearditthatafternoon,anyhow,"respondsthegoodman。
  Heturnstoanothercolumn。"Whatthedevil!AmIgoingoffmyhead?"Hepouncesontheeldestboy。"WhenwastheOxfordandCambridgeBoat—race?"hefiercelydemands。
  "TheOxfordandCambridgeBoat—race!"repeatstheastonishedyouth。
  "Why,it’sover。Youtookusalltoseeit,lastmonth。TheSaturdaybefore——"
  Theconversationforthenexttenminutesheconductshimself,unaided。Attheendheistired,maybeatriflehoarse。Butallhisbadtemperisgone。Hissorrowistherewasnotsufficientofit。
  Hecouldhavedonewithmore。
  Womanknowsnothingofsimplemechanics。Awomanthinksyoucangetridofsteambyboxingitupandsittingonthesafety—valve。
  "FeelingasIdothismorning,thatI’dliketowringeverybody’sneckforthem,"theaveragewomanarguestoherself;"mypropercourse——Iseeitclearly——istocreepaboutthehouse,askingofeveryonethathasthetimetosparetotrampleonme。"
  Shecoaxesyoutotellherofherfaults。Whenyouhavefinishedsheasksformore——remindsyouofoneortwoyouhadmissedout。Shewonderswhyitisthatsheisalwayswrong。Theremustbeareasonforit;ifonlyshecoulddiscoverit。Shewondershowitisthatpeoplecanputupwithher——thinksitsogoodofthem。
  Atlast,ofcourse,theexplosionhappens。Theawkwardthingisthatneithersheherselfnoranyoneelseknowswhenitiscoming。A
  husbandcorneredmeoneeveningintheclub。Itevidentlydidhimgoodtotalk。Hetoldmethat,findinghiswifethatmorninginoneofherrarelisteningmoods,hehadseizedtheopportunitytomentiononeortwomattersinconnectionwiththehousehewouldliketohavealtered;thatwas,ifshehadnoobjection。Shehad——quitepleasantly——remindedhimthehousewashis,thathewasmasterthere。