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"I shall endeavor to. What does Tod<br />
say?"<br />
"Oh! Tod never seems to say anything.<br />
At least, I never hear of it."<br />
Felix murmured:<br />
"Tod is a well in the desert."<br />
To which deep saying Clara made no<br />
reply, not indeed understanding in the<br />
least what it might signify.<br />
That evening, when Alan, having had<br />
his fill of billiards, had left the smokingroom<br />
and gone to bed, Felix remarked to<br />
Stanley:<br />
"I say, what sort of people are these<br />
Mallorings?"<br />
Stanley, who was settling himself for<br />
the twenty minutes of whiskey, potash,<br />
and a Review, with which he commonly<br />
composed his mind before retiring, answered<br />
negligently:<br />
" The Mallorings ? Oh ! about the best<br />
type of landowner we've got."<br />
" What exactly do you mean by that? "<br />
Stanley took his time to answer, for below<br />
his bluff good-nature he had the tenacious,<br />
if somewhat slow, precision of an<br />
English man of business mingled with a<br />
certain mistrust of 'old Felix.'<br />
"Well," he said at last, "they build<br />
good cottages, yellow brick, d—d ugly,<br />
I must say; look after the character of<br />
their tenants; give 'em rebate of rent if<br />
there's a bad harvest; encourage stockbreedin',<br />
and machinery—they've got<br />
some of my ploughs, but the people don't<br />
like 'em, and, as a matter of fact, they're<br />
right—they're not made for these small<br />
fields; set an example goin' to church;<br />
patronize the Rifle Range; buy up the<br />
pubs when they can, and run 'em themselves;<br />
send out jelly, and let people over<br />
their place on bank holidays. Dash it<br />
all, I don't know what they don't do.<br />
Why?"<br />
"Are they liked?"<br />
"Liked? No, I should hardly think<br />
they were liked; respected, and all that.<br />
Malloring's a steady fellow, keen man on<br />
housing, and a gentleman; she's a bit too<br />
much perhaps on the pious side. They've<br />
got one of the finest Georgian houses in<br />
the country. Altogether they're what<br />
you call 'model.'"<br />
"But not human."<br />
Stanley slightly lowered the Review and<br />
looked across it at his brother. It was<br />
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evident to him that 'old Felix' was in one<br />
of his free-thinking moods.<br />
" They're domestic," he said, " and fond<br />
of their children, and pleasant neighbors.<br />
I don't deny that they've got a tremendous<br />
sense of duty, but we want that in<br />
these days."<br />
"Duty to what?"<br />
Stanley raised his level eyebrows. It<br />
was a stumper. Without great care he<br />
felt that he would be getting over the<br />
border into the uncharted land of speculation<br />
and philosophy, wandering on<br />
paths that led him nowhere.<br />
" If you lived in the country, old man,"<br />
he said, "you wouldn't ask that sort of<br />
question."<br />
"You don't imagine," said Felix, "that<br />
you or the Mallorings live in the country ?<br />
Why, you landlords are every bit as much<br />
town dwellers as I am—thought, habit,<br />
dress, faith, souls, all town stuff. There<br />
is no 'country' in England now for us of<br />
the'upper classes.' It's gone. I repeat:<br />
Duty to what?"<br />
And, rising, he went over to the window,<br />
looking out at the moonlit lawn,<br />
overcome by a sudden aversion from more<br />
talk. Of what use were words from a<br />
mind tuned in one key to a mind tuned<br />
in another? And yet, so ingrained was<br />
his habit of discussion, that he promptly<br />
went on:<br />
"The Mallorings, I've not the slightest<br />
doubt, believe it their duty to look after<br />
the morals of those who live on their property.<br />
There are three things to be said<br />
about that: One—you can't make people<br />
moral by adopting the attitude of the<br />
schoolmaster. Two—it implies that they<br />
consider themselves more moral than<br />
their neighbors. Three—it's a theory so<br />
convenient to their security that they<br />
would be exceptionally good people if they<br />
did not adopt it; but, from your account,<br />
they are not so much exceptionally as just<br />
typically good people. What you call<br />
their sense of duty, Stanley, is really their<br />
sense of self-preservation coupled with<br />
their sense of superiority."<br />
"H'm!" said Stanley; "I don't know<br />
that I quite follow you."<br />
"I always hate an odor of sanctity.<br />
I'd prefer them to say frankly: 'This is<br />
my property, and you'll jolly well do what<br />
I tell you on it.'"