No one who knew Mr. Paramor connected him with snobbery2, but there had been an “Ah! that 's right; this is due to us” tone about the saying.
Shelton hunted for the name of Baltimore: “Charles Penguin, fifth Baron3 Baltimore. Issue: Alice, b. 184-, m. 186-Algernon Dennant, Esq., of Holm Oaks, Cross Eaton, Oxfordshire.” He put down the Peerage and took up the 'Landed Gentry5'. “Dennant, Algernon Cuffe, eldest6 son of the late Algernon Cuffe Dennant, Esq., J. P., and Irene, 2nd daur. of the Honble. Philip and Lady Lillian March Mallow; ed. Eton and Ch. Ch., Oxford4, J. P. for Oxfordshire. Residence, Holm Oaks,” etc., etc. Dropping the 'Landed Gentry', he took up a volume of the 'Arabian Nights', which some member had left reposing7 on the book-rest of his chair, but instead of reading he kept looking round the room. In almost every seat, reading or snoozing, were gentlemen who, in their own estimation, might have married Penguins8. For the first time it struck him with what majestic9 leisureliness10 they turned the pages of their books, trifled with their teacups, or lightly snored. Yet no two were alike—a tall man-with dark moustache, thick hair, and red, smooth cheeks; another, bald, with stooping shoulders; a tremendous old buck11, with a grey, pointed12 beard and large white waistcoat; a clean-shaven dapper man past middle age, whose face was like a bird's; a long, sallow, misanthrope13; and a sanguine14 creature fast asleep. Asleep or awake, reading or snoring, fat or thin, hairy or bald, the insulation15 of their red or pale faces was complete. They were all the creatures of good form. Staring at them or reading the Arabian Nights Shelton spent the time before dinner. He had not been long seated in the dining-room when a distant connection strolled up and took the next table.
“Ah, Shelton! Back? Somebody told me you were goin' round the world.” He scrutinised the menu through his eyeglass. “Clear soup! . . . Read Jellaby's speech? Amusing the way he squashes all those fellows. Best man in the House, he really is.”
Shelton paused in the assimilation of asparagus; he, too, had been in the habit of admiring Jellaby, but now he wondered why. The red and shaven face beside him above a broad, pure shirt-front was swollen16 by good humour; his small, very usual, and hard eyes were fixed17 introspectively on the successful process of his eating.
“Success!” thought Shelton, suddenly enlightened—“success is what we admire in Jellaby. We all want success . . . . Yes,” he admitted, “a successful beast.”
“Oh!” said his neighbour, “I forgot. You're in the other camp?”
“Not particularly. Where did you get that idea?”
His neighbour looked round negligently18.
“Oh,” said he, “I somehow thought so”; and Shelton almost heard him adding, “There's something not quite sound about you.”
“Why do you admire Jellaby?” he asked.
“Knows his own mind,” replied his neighbour; “it 's more than the others do . . . . This whitebait is n't fit for cats! Clever fellow, Jellaby! No nonsense about him! Have you ever heard him speak? Awful good sport to watch him sittin' on the Opposition19. A poor lot they are!” and he laughed, either from appreciation20 of Jellaby sitting on a small minority, or from appreciation of the champagne21 bubbles in his glass.
“Minorities are always depressing,” said Shelton dryly.
“Eh? what?”
“I mean,” said Shelton, “it's irritating to look at people who have n't a chance of success—fellows who make a mess of things, fanatics22, and all that.”
His neighbour turned his eyes inquisitively23.
“Er—yes, quite,” said he; “don't you take mint sauce? It's the best part of lamb, I always think.”
The great room with its countless24 little tables, arranged so that every man might have the support of the gold walls to his back, began to regain25 its influence on Shelton. How many times had he not sat there, carefully nodding to acquaintances, happy if he got the table he was used to, a paper with the latest racing26, and someone to gossip with who was not a bounder; while the sensation of having drunk enough stole over him. Happy! That is, happy as a horse is happy who never leaves his stall.
“Look at poor little Bing puffin' about,” said his neighbour, pointing to a weazened, hunchy waiter. “His asthma27's awf'ly bad; you can hear him wheezin' from the street.”
He seemed amused.
“There 's no such thing as moral asthma, I suppose?” said Shelton.
His neighbour dropped his eyeglass.
“Here, take this away; it's overdone;” said he. “Bring me some lamb.”
Shelton pushed his table back.
“Good-night,” he said; “the Stilton's excellent!”
His neighbour raised his brows, and dropped his eyes again upon his plate.
In the hall Shelton went from force of habit to the weighing-scales and took his weight. “Eleven stone!” he thought; “gone up!” and, clipping a cigar, he sat down in the smoking-room with a novel.
After half an hour he dropped the book. There seemed something rather fatuous28 about this story, for though it had a thrilling plot, and was full of well-connected people, it had apparently29 been contrived30 to throw no light on anything whatever. He looked at the author's name; everyone was highly recommending it. He began thinking, and staring at the fire....
Looking up, he saw Antonia's second brother, a young man in the Rifles, bending over him with sunny cheeks and lazy smile, clearly just a little drunk.
“Congratulate you, old chap! I say, what made you grow that b-b-eastly beard?”
Shelton grinned.
“Pillbottle of the Duchess!” read young Dennant, taking up the book. “You been reading that? Rippin', is n't it?”
“Oh, ripping!” replied Shelton.
“Rippin' plot! When you get hold of a novel you don't want any rot about—what d'you call it?—psychology, you want to be amused.”
“Rather!” murmured Shelton.
“That's an awfully31 good bit where the President steals her diamonds There's old Benjy! Hallo, Benjy!”
“Hallo, Bill, old man!”
This Benjy was a young, clean-shaven creature, whose face and voice and manner were a perfect blend of steel and geniality32.
In addition to this young man who was so smooth and hard and cheery, a grey, short-bearded gentleman, with misanthropic33 eyes, called Stroud, came up; together with another man of Shelton's age, with a moustache and a bald patch the size of a crown-piece, who might be seen in the club any night of the year when there was no racing out of reach of London.
“You know,” began young Dennant, “that this bounder”—he slapped the young man Benjy on the knee—“is going to be spliced34 to-morrow. Miss Casserol—you know the Casserols—Muncaster Gate.”
“By Jove!” said Shelton, delighted to be able to say something they would understand.
“Young Champion's the best man, and I 'm the second best. I tell you what, old chap, you 'd better come with me and get your eye in; you won't get such another chance of practice. Benjy 'll give you a card.”
“Delighted!” murmured Benjy.
“Where is it?”
“St. Briabas; two-thirty. Come and see how they do the trick. I'll call for you at one; we'll have some lunch and go together”; again he patted Benjy's knee.
Shelton nodded his assent35; the piquant36 callousness37 of the affair had made him shiver, and furtively38 he eyed the steely Benjy, whose suavity39 had never wavered, and who appeared to take a greater interest in some approaching race than in his coming marriage. But Shelton knew from his own sensations that this could not really be the case; it was merely a question of “good form,” the conceit40 of a superior breeding, the duty not to give oneself away. And when in turn he marked the eyes of Stroud fixed on Benjy, under shaggy brows, and the curious greedy glances of the racing man, he felt somehow sorry for him.
“Who 's that fellow with the game leg—I'm always seeing him about?” asked the racing man.
And Shelton saw a sallow man, conspicuous41 for a want of parting in his hair and a certain restlessness of attitude.
“His name is Bayes,” said Stroud; “spends half his time among the Chinese—must have a grudge42 against them! And now he 's got his leg he can't go there any more.”
“Chinese? What does he do to them?”
“Bibles or guns. Don't ask me! An adventurer.”
“Looks a bit of a bounder,” said the racing man.
Shelton gazed at the twitching43 eyebrows44 of old Stroud; he saw at once how it must annoy a man who had a billet in the “Woods and Forests,” and plenty of time for “bridge” and gossip at his club, to see these people with untidy lives. A minute later the man with the “game leg” passed close behind his chair, and Shelton perceived at once how intelligible45 the resentment46 of his fellow-members was. He had eyes which, not uncommon47 in this country, looked like fires behind steel bars; he seemed the very kind of man to do all sorts of things that were “bad form,” a man who might even go as far as chivalry48. He looked straight at Shelton, and his uncompromising glance gave an impression of fierce loneliness; altogether, an improper49 person to belong to such a club. Shelton remembered the words of an old friend of his father's: “Yes, Dick, all sorts of fellows belong here, and they come here for all sorts o' reasons, and a lot of em come because they've nowhere else to go, poor beggars”; and, glancing from the man with the “game leg” to Stroud, it occurred to Shelton that even he, old Stroud, might be one of these poor beggars. One never knew! A look at Benjy, contained and cheery, restored him. Ah, the lucky devil! He would not have to come here any more! and the thought of the last evening he himself would be spending before long flooded his mind with a sweetness that was almost pain.
“Benjy, I'll play you a hundred up!” said young Bill Dennant.
Stroud and the racing man went to watch the game; Shelton was left once more to reverie.
“Good form!” thought he; “that fellow must be made of steel. They'll go on somewhere; stick about half the night playing poker50, or some such foolery.”
He crossed over to the window. Rain had begun to fall; the streets looked wild and draughty. The cabmen were putting on their coats. Two women scurried51 by, huddled52 under one umbrella, and a thin-clothed, dogged-looking scarecrow lounged past with a surly, desperate step. Shelton, returning to his chair, threaded his way amongst his fellow-members. A procession of old school and college friends came up before his eyes. After all, what had there been in his own education, or theirs, to give them any other standard than this “good form”? What had there been to teach them anything of life? Their imbecility was incredible when you came to think of it. They had all the air of knowing everything, and really they knew nothing—nothing of Nature, Art, or the Emotions; nothing of the bonds that bind53 all men together. Why, even such words were not “good form”; nothing outside their little circle was “good form.” They had a fixed point of view over life because they came of certain schools, and colleges, and regiments54! And they were those in charge of the state, of laws, and science, of the army, and religion. Well, it was their system—the system not to start too young, to form healthy fibre, and let the after-life develop it!
“Successful!” he thought, nearly stumbling over a pair of patent-leather boots belonging to a moon-faced, genial-looking member with gold nose-nippers; “oh, it 's successful!”
Somebody came and picked up from the table the very volume which had originally inspired this train of thought, and Shelton could see his solemn pleasure as he read. In the white of his eye there was a torpid55 and composed abstraction. There was nothing in that book to startle him or make him think.
The moon-faced member with the patent boots came up and began talking of his recent visit to the south of France. He had a scandalous anecdote56 or two to tell, and his broad face beamed behind his gold nose-nippers; he was a large man with such a store of easy, worldly humour that it was impossible not to appreciate his gossip, he gave so perfect an impression of enjoying life, and doing himself well. “Well, good-night!” he murmured—“An engagement!”—and the certainty he left behind that his engagement must be charming and illicit57 was pleasant to the soul.
And, slowly taking up his glass, Shelton drank; the sense of well-being58 was upon him. His superiority to these his fellow-members soothed59 him. He saw through all the sham60 of this club life, the meanness of this worship of success, the sham of kid-gloved novelists, “good form,” and the terrific decency61 of our education. It was soothing62 thus to see through things, soothing thus to be superior; and from the soft recesses63 of his chair he puffed64 out smoke and stretched his limbs toward the fire; and the fire burned back at him with a discreet65 and venerable glow.
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baron
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eldest
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reposing
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penguins
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leisureliness
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pointed
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misanthrope
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opposition
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appreciation
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champagne
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fanatics
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inquisitively
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geniality
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uncommon
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