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One of Our Conquerors which is the guarantee of enjoyment: doing otherwise, we lose ourselves in one or other of the furious matrix instincts; we are blunt to all else. Young Dudley fully agreed that the choice must be with Miss Radnor; he alluded to her virtues, her accomplishments. He was waxing to fervidness. He said he must expect competitors; adding, on a start, that he was to say, from his mother, she, in the case of an intention to present Miss Radnor at Court … . Victor waved hand for a finish, looking as though, his head had come out of hot water. He sacrificed Royalty to his necessities, under a kind of sneer at its functions: ‘Court! my girl? But the arduous duties are over for the season. We are a democratic people retaining the seductions of monarchy, as a friend says; and of course a girl may like to count among the flowers of the kingdom for a day, in the list of Court presentations; no harm. Only there’s plenty of time … very young girls have their heads turned—though I don’t say, don’t imagine, my girl would. By and by perhaps.’ Dudley was ushered into Mr. Inchling’s room and introduced to the figure-head of the Firm of Inchling, Pennergate, and Radnor: a respectable City merchant indeed, whom Dudley could read-off in a glimpse of the downright contrast to his partner. He had heard casual remarks on the respectable City of London merchant from Colney Durance. A short analytical gaze at him, helped to an estimate of the powers of the man who kept him up. Mr. Inchling was a florid City-feaster, descendant of a line of City merchants, having features for a wife to identify; as drovers, they tell us, can single one from another of their round-bellied beasts. Formerly the leader of the Firm, he was now, after dreary fits of restiveness, kickings, false prophecies of ruin, Victor’s obedient cart-horse. He sighed in set terms for the old days of the Firm, when, like trouts in the current, the Firm had only to gape for shoals of good things to fatten it: a tale of English prosperity in quiescence; narrated interjectorily among the by-ways of the City, and wanting only metre to make it our national Poem. Mr. Inchling did not deny that grand mangers of golden oats were still somehow constantly allotted to him. His wife believed in Victor, and deemed the loss of the balancing Pennergate a gain. Since that lamentable loss, Mr. Inchling, 160

George Meredith under the irony of circumstances the Tory of Commerce, had trotted and gallopped whither driven, racing like mad against his will and the rival nations now in the field to force the pace; a name for enterprise; the close commercial connection of a man who speculated—who, to put it plainly, lived on his wits; hurried onward and onward; always doubting, munching, grumbling at satisfaction, in perplexity of the gratitude which is apprehensive of black Nemesis at a turn of the road,—to confound so wild a whip as Victor Radnor. He had never forgiven the youth’s venture in India of an enormous purchase of Cotton many years back, and which he had repudiated, though not his share of the hundreds of thousands realized before the refusal to ratify the bargain had come to Victor. Mr. Inchling dated his first indigestion from that disquieting period. He assented to the praise of Victor’s genius, admitting benefits; his heart refused to pardon, and consequently his head wholly to trust, the man who robbed him of his quondam comfortable feeling of security. And if you will imagine the sprite of the aggregate English Taxpayer personifying Steam as the malignant who has despoiled him of the blessed Safety-Assurance he once had from his God Neptune against invaders, you will comprehend the state of Mr. Inchling’s mind in regard to his terrific and bountiful, but very disturbing partner. He thanked heaven to his wife often, that he had nothing to do with North American or South American mines and pastures or with South Africa and, gold and diamonds: and a wife must sometimes listen, mastering her inward comparisons. Dr. Schlesien had met and meditated on this example of the island energy. Mr. Inchling was not permitted by his wife to be much the guest of the Radnor household, because of the frequent meeting there with Colney Durance; Colney’s humour for satire being instantly in bristle at sight of his representative of English City merchants: ‘over whom,’ as he wrote of the venerable body, ‘the disciplined and instructed Germans not deviously march; whom acute and adventurous Americans, with half a cock of the eye in passing, compassionately outstrip.’ He and Dr. Schlesien agreed upon Mr. Inchling. Meantime the latter gentleman did his part at the tables of the wealthier City Companies, and retained his appearance of health; he was beginning to think, upon a calculation of the increased treasures of those Companies 161

George Meredith<br />

under the irony <strong>of</strong> circumstances the Tory <strong>of</strong> Commerce,<br />

had trotted and gallopped whither driven, racing like mad<br />

against his will and the rival nations now in the field to force<br />

the pace; a name for enterprise; the close commercial connection<br />

<strong>of</strong> a man who speculated—who, to put it plainly,<br />

lived on his wits; hurried onward and onward; always doubting,<br />

munching, grumbling at satisfaction, in perplexity <strong>of</strong><br />

the gratitude which is apprehensive <strong>of</strong> black Nemesis at a<br />

turn <strong>of</strong> the road,—to confound so wild a whip as Victor<br />

Radnor. He had never forgiven the youth’s venture in India<br />

<strong>of</strong> an enormous purchase <strong>of</strong> Cotton many years back, and<br />

which he had repudiated, though not his share <strong>of</strong> the hundreds<br />

<strong>of</strong> thousands realized before the refusal to ratify the<br />

bargain had come to Victor. Mr. Inchling dated his first indigestion<br />

from that disquieting period. He assented to the<br />

praise <strong>of</strong> Victor’s genius, admitting benefits; his heart refused<br />

to pardon, and consequently his head wholly to trust, the<br />

man who robbed him <strong>of</strong> his quondam comfortable feeling<br />

<strong>of</strong> security. And if you will imagine the sprite <strong>of</strong> the aggregate<br />

English Taxpayer personifying Steam as the malignant<br />

who has despoiled him <strong>of</strong> the blessed Safety-Assurance he<br />

once had from his God Neptune against invaders, you will<br />

comprehend the state <strong>of</strong> Mr. Inchling’s mind in regard to his<br />

terrific and bountiful, but very disturbing partner.<br />

He thanked heaven to his wife <strong>of</strong>ten, that he had nothing<br />

to do with North American or South American mines and<br />

pastures or with South Africa and, gold and diamonds: and<br />

a wife must sometimes listen, mastering her inward comparisons.<br />

Dr. Schlesien had met and meditated on this example<br />

<strong>of</strong> the island energy. Mr. Inchling was not permitted<br />

by his wife to be much the guest <strong>of</strong> the Radnor household,<br />

because <strong>of</strong> the frequent meeting there with Colney Durance;<br />

Colney’s humour for satire being instantly in bristle at sight<br />

<strong>of</strong> his representative <strong>of</strong> English City merchants: ‘over whom,’<br />

as he wrote <strong>of</strong> the venerable body, ‘the disciplined and instructed<br />

Germans not deviously march; whom acute and adventurous<br />

Americans, with half a cock <strong>of</strong> the eye in passing,<br />

compassionately outstrip.’ He and Dr. Schlesien agreed upon<br />

Mr. Inchling. Meantime the latter gentleman did his part at<br />

the tables <strong>of</strong> the wealthier City Companies, and retained his<br />

appearance <strong>of</strong> health; he was beginning to think, upon a<br />

calculation <strong>of</strong> the increased treasures <strong>of</strong> those Companies<br />

161

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