One of Our Conquerors - World eBook Library
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One of Our Conquerors England herself; the squat old woman she has become by reason of her overlapping numbers of the comfortable fundholder annuitants: a vast body of passives and negatives, living by precept, according to rules of precedent, and supposing themselves to be righteously guided because of their continuing undisturbed. Them he branded, as hypocritical materialists, and the country for pride in her sweetmeat plethora of them:—mixed with an ancient Hebrew fear of offence to an inscrutable Lord, eccentrically appeasable through the dreary iteration of the litany of sinfulness. He was near a truth; and he had the heat of it on him. Satirists in their fervours might be near it to grasp it, if they could be moved to moral distinctness, mental intention, with a preference of strong plain speech over the crack of their whips. Colney could not or would not praise our modern adventurous, experimental, heroic, tramping active, as opposed to yonder pursy passives and negatives; he had occasions for flicking the fellow sharply: and to speak of the Lord as our friend present with us, palpable to Reason, perceptible to natural piety solely through the reason, which justifies punishment; that would have stopped his mouth upon the theme of God-forsaken creatures. Our satirist is an executioner by profession, a moralist in excuse, or at the tail of it; though he thinks the position reversed, when he moralizes angrily to have his angry use of the scourge condoned. Nevertheless, he fills a serviceable place; and certainly he is not happy in his business. Colney suffered as heavily as he struck. If he had been no more than a mime in the motley of satire, he would have sucked compensation from the acid of his phrases, for the failure to prick and goad, and work amendment. He dramatized to Nataly some of the scene going on at the Wells: Victor’s petition; his fugue in urgency of it; the brief reply of Miss Dorothea and her muted echo Miss Virginia. He was rather their apologist for refusing. But, as when, after himself listening to their ‘views,’ he had deferentially withdrawn from the ladies of Moorsedge, and had then beheld their strangely-hatted lieutenants and the regiments of the toneless respectable on the pantiles and the mounts, the curse upon the satirist impelled him to generalize. The quiet good ladies were multiplied: they were ‘the thousands of their sisters, petticoated or long-coated or buck-skinned; comfortable annuitants under clerical shepherding, close upon out- 216
George Meredith numbering the labourers they paralyze at home and stultify abroad.’ Colney thumped away. The country’s annuitants had for type ‘the figure with the helmet of the Owl-Goddess and the trident of the Earth-shaker, seated on a wheel, at the back of penny-pieces; in whom you see neither the beauty of nakedness nor the charm of drapery; not the helmet’s dignity or the trident’s power; but she has patently that which stops the wheel; and poseing for representative of an imperial nation, she helps to pass a penny.’ So he passed his epigram, heedless of the understanding or attention of his hearer; who temporarily misjudged him for a man impelled by the vanity of literary point and finish, when indeed it was hot satiric spite, justified of its aim, which crushed a class to extract a drop of scathing acid, in the interests of the country, mankind as well. Nataly wanted a picture painted, colours and details, that she might get a vision of the scene at Moorsedge. She did her best to feel an omen and sound it, in his question ‘whether the yearly increasing army of the orderly annuitants and their parasites does not demonstrate the proud old country as a sheath for pith rather than of the vital run of sap.’ Perhaps it was patriotic to inquire; and doubtless she was the weakest of women; she could follow no thought; her heart was beating blindly beside Victor, hopeing for the refusal painful to her through his disappointment. ‘You think me foolish,’ she made answer to one of Colney’s shrugs; ‘and it has come to that pitch with me, that I cannot be sensible of a merit except in being one with him—obeying, is the word. And I have never yet known him fail. That terrible Lakelands wears a different look to me, when I think of what he can do; though I would give half my days to escape it.’ She harped on the chord of feverish extravagance; the more hateful to Colney because of his perceiving, that she simulated a blind devotedness to stupefy her natural pride; and he was divided between stamping on her for an imbecile and dashing at Victor for a maniac. But her situation rendered her pitiable. ‘You will learn tomorrow what Victor has done,’ he said, and thought how the simple words carried the bitterness. That was uttered within a few minutes of midnight, when the ladies of Moorsedge themselves, after an exhausting resistance to their dearest relative, were at the hall-door of the 217
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numbering the labourers they paralyze at home and stultify<br />
abroad.’ Colney thumped away. The country’s annuitants<br />
had for type ‘the figure with the helmet <strong>of</strong> the Owl-Goddess<br />
and the trident <strong>of</strong> the Earth-shaker, seated on a wheel, at the<br />
back <strong>of</strong> penny-pieces; in whom you see neither the beauty <strong>of</strong><br />
nakedness nor the charm <strong>of</strong> drapery; not the helmet’s dignity<br />
or the trident’s power; but she has patently that which<br />
stops the wheel; and poseing for representative <strong>of</strong> an imperial<br />
nation, she helps to pass a penny.’ So he passed his epigram,<br />
heedless <strong>of</strong> the understanding or attention <strong>of</strong> his hearer;<br />
who temporarily misjudged him for a man impelled by the<br />
vanity <strong>of</strong> literary point and finish, when indeed it was hot<br />
satiric spite, justified <strong>of</strong> its aim, which crushed a class to extract<br />
a drop <strong>of</strong> scathing acid, in the interests <strong>of</strong> the country,<br />
mankind as well. Nataly wanted a picture painted, colours<br />
and details, that she might get a vision <strong>of</strong> the scene at<br />
Moorsedge. She did her best to feel an omen and sound it,<br />
in his question ‘whether the yearly increasing army <strong>of</strong> the<br />
orderly annuitants and their parasites does not demonstrate<br />
the proud old country as a sheath for pith rather than <strong>of</strong> the<br />
vital run <strong>of</strong> sap.’<br />
Perhaps it was patriotic to inquire; and doubtless she was<br />
the weakest <strong>of</strong> women; she could follow no thought; her<br />
heart was beating blindly beside Victor, hopeing for the refusal<br />
painful to her through his disappointment.<br />
‘You think me foolish,’ she made answer to one <strong>of</strong> Colney’s<br />
shrugs; ‘and it has come to that pitch with me, that I cannot<br />
be sensible <strong>of</strong> a merit except in being one with him—obeying,<br />
is the word. And I have never yet known him fail. That<br />
terrible Lakelands wears a different look to me, when I think<br />
<strong>of</strong> what he can do; though I would give half my days to<br />
escape it.’<br />
She harped on the chord <strong>of</strong> feverish extravagance; the more<br />
hateful to Colney because <strong>of</strong> his perceiving, that she simulated<br />
a blind devotedness to stupefy her natural pride; and he<br />
was divided between stamping on her for an imbecile and<br />
dashing at Victor for a maniac. But her situation rendered her<br />
pitiable. ‘You will learn tomorrow what Victor has done,’ he<br />
said, and thought how the simple words carried the bitterness.<br />
That was uttered within a few minutes <strong>of</strong> midnight, when<br />
the ladies <strong>of</strong> Moorsedge themselves, after an exhausting resistance<br />
to their dearest relative, were at the hall-door <strong>of</strong> the<br />
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