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One of Our Conquerors The crowd interjected, half-sighing. We ought to be proud of such a man! Perhaps we are a trifle exaggerating, says its heart. But that we are wholly grateful to him, is a distinct conclusion. And he may be one of the great men of his time: he has a quite individual style of dress. Lady Rodwell Blachington observed to Colney Durance: ‘Mr. Radnor bids fair to become the idol of the English people.’ ‘If he can prove himself to be sufficiently the dupe of the English people,’ said Colney. ‘Idol—dupe?’ interjected Sir Rodwell, and his eyebrows fixed at the perch of Colney’s famous ‘national interrogation’ over vacancy of understanding, as if from the pull of a string. He had his audience with him; and the satirist had nothing but his inner gush of acids at sight of a planted barb. Colney was asked to explain. He never explained. He performed a series of astonishing leaps, like the branchy baboon above the traveller’s head in the tropical forest, and led them into the trap they assisted him to prepare for them. ‘No humour, do you say? The English have no humour?’ a nephew of Lady Blachington’s inquired of him, with polite pugnacity, and was cordially assured, that ‘he vindicated them.’ ‘And Altruistic! another specimen of the modern coinage,’ a classical Church dignitary, in grammarian disgust, remarked to a lady, as they passed. Colney pricked-up his ears. It struck him that he might fish for suggestions in aid of the Grand Argument before the Elders of the Court of Japan. Dr. Wardan, whose recognition he could claim, stated to him, that the lady and he were enumerating words of a doubtfully legitimate quality now being inflicted upon the language. ‘The slang from below is perhaps preferable?’ said Colney. ‘As little-less.’ ‘But a pirate-tongue, cut-off from its roots, must continue to practise piracy, surely, or else take reinforcements in slang, otherwise it is inexpressive of new ideas.’ ‘Possibly the new ideas are best expressed in slang.’ ‘If insular. They will consequently be incommunicable to foreigners. You would, then, have us be trading with tokens instead of a precious currency? Yet I cannot perceive the advantage of letting our ideas be clothed so racy of the obscener 196

George Meredith soil; considering the pretensions of the English language to become the universal. If we refuse additions from above, they force themselves on us from below.’ Dr. Wardan liked the frame of the observations, disliked the substance. ‘One is to understand that the English language has these pretensions?’ he said:—he minced in his manner, after the well-known mortar-board and tassel type; the mouthing of a petrifaction: clearly useless to the pleadings of the patriotic Dr. Bouthoin and his curate. He gave no grip to Colney, who groaned at cheap Donnish sarcasm, and let him go, after dealing him a hard pellet or two in a cracker-covering. There was Victor all over the field netting his ephemerae! And he who feeds on them, to pay a price for their congratulations and flatteries, he is one of them himself! Nesta came tripping from the Rev. Septimus Barmby. ‘Dear Mr. Durance, where is Captain Dartrey?’ Mrs. Blathenoy had just conducted her husband through a crowd, for an introduction of him to Captain Dartrey. That was perceptible. Dudley Sowerby followed Nesta closely: he struck across the path of the Rev. Septimus: again he had the hollow of her ear at his disposal. ‘Mr. Radnor was excellent. He does everything consummately: really, we are all sensible of it. I am. He must lead us in a symphony. These light “champagne overtures” of French composers, as Mr. Fenellan calls them, do not bring out his whole ability:—Zampa, Le Pre aux clercs, Masaniello, and the like.’ ‘Your duet together went well.’ ‘Thanks to you—to you. You kept us together.’ ‘Papa was the runaway or strain-the-leash, if there was one.’ ‘He is impetuous, he is so fervent. But, Miss Radnor, I could not be the runaway-with you … with you at the piano. Indeed, I … shall we stroll down? I love the lake.’ ‘You will hear the bell for your cold dinner very soon.’ ‘I am not hungry. I would so much rather talk—hear you. But you are hungry? You have been singing twice: three times! Opera singers, they say, eat hot suppers; they drink stout. And I never heard your voice more effective. Yours is a voice that … something of the feeling one has in hearing cathe- 197

<strong>One</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Our</strong> <strong>Conquerors</strong><br />

The crowd interjected, half-sighing. We ought to be proud<br />

<strong>of</strong> such a man! Perhaps we are a trifle exaggerating, says its<br />

heart. But that we are wholly grateful to him, is a distinct<br />

conclusion. And he may be one <strong>of</strong> the great men <strong>of</strong> his time:<br />

he has a quite individual style <strong>of</strong> dress.<br />

Lady Rodwell Blachington observed to Colney Durance:<br />

‘Mr. Radnor bids fair to become the idol <strong>of</strong> the English<br />

people.’<br />

‘If he can prove himself to be sufficiently the dupe <strong>of</strong> the<br />

English people,’ said Colney.<br />

‘Idol—dupe?’ interjected Sir Rodwell, and his eyebrows<br />

fixed at the perch <strong>of</strong> Colney’s famous ‘national interrogation’<br />

over vacancy <strong>of</strong> understanding, as if from the pull <strong>of</strong> a<br />

string. He had his audience with him; and the satirist had<br />

nothing but his inner gush <strong>of</strong> acids at sight <strong>of</strong> a planted barb.<br />

Colney was asked to explain. He never explained. He performed<br />

a series <strong>of</strong> astonishing leaps, like the branchy baboon<br />

above the traveller’s head in the tropical forest, and led<br />

them into the trap they assisted him to prepare for them.<br />

‘No humour, do you say? The English have no humour?’ a<br />

nephew <strong>of</strong> Lady Blachington’s inquired <strong>of</strong> him, with polite<br />

pugnacity, and was cordially assured, that ‘he vindicated<br />

them.’<br />

‘And Altruistic! another specimen <strong>of</strong> the modern coinage,’<br />

a classical Church dignitary, in grammarian disgust, remarked<br />

to a lady, as they passed.<br />

Colney pricked-up his ears. It struck him that he might<br />

fish for suggestions in aid <strong>of</strong> the Grand Argument before the<br />

Elders <strong>of</strong> the Court <strong>of</strong> Japan. Dr. Wardan, whose recognition<br />

he could claim, stated to him, that the lady and he were<br />

enumerating words <strong>of</strong> a doubtfully legitimate quality now<br />

being inflicted upon the language.<br />

‘The slang from below is perhaps preferable?’ said Colney.<br />

‘As little-less.’<br />

‘But a pirate-tongue, cut-<strong>of</strong>f from its roots, must continue<br />

to practise piracy, surely, or else take reinforcements in slang,<br />

otherwise it is inexpressive <strong>of</strong> new ideas.’<br />

‘Possibly the new ideas are best expressed in slang.’<br />

‘If insular. They will consequently be incommunicable to<br />

foreigners. You would, then, have us be trading with tokens<br />

instead <strong>of</strong> a precious currency? Yet I cannot perceive the advantage<br />

<strong>of</strong> letting our ideas be clothed so racy <strong>of</strong> the obscener<br />

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