But a still more important consideration is that the chief part of the organization of every living creature is due to inheritance; and consequently, though each being assuredly is well fitted for its place in nature, many structures have now no very close and direct re-lations to present habits of life.
—darwin, The Origin of Species (1859)
Of all decades in our history, a wise man would choose the eighteen-fifties to be young in.
—G. M. Young, Portrait of an Age
Back in his rooms at the White Lion after lunch Charles stared at his face in the mirror. His thoughts were too vague to be described. But they comprehended mysterious elements; a sentiment of obscure defeat not in any way related to the incident on the Cobb, but to certain trivial things he had said at Aunt Tranter’s lunch, to certain characteristic evasions1 he had made; to whether his interest in paleontology was a sufficient use for his natural abilities; to whether Ernestina would ever really understand him as well as he understood her; to a general sentiment of dislocated purpose originating perhaps in no more—as he finally concluded—than the threat of a long and now wet afternoon to pass. After all, it was only 1867. He was only thirty-two years old. And he had always asked life too many questions.
Though Charles liked to think of himself as a scientific young man and would probably not have been too surprised had news reached him out of the future of the airplane, the jet engine, television, radar2: what would have astounded3 him was the changed attitude to time itself. The supposed great misery4 of our century is the lack of time; our sense of that, not a disinterested5 love of science, and certainly not wisdom, is why we devote such a huge proportion of the ingenuity6 and income of our societies to finding faster ways of doing things—as if the final aim of mankind was to grow closer not to a perfect humanity, but to a perfect lightning flash. But for Charles, and for almost all his contemporaries and social peers, the time signature over existence was firmly adagio7. The problem was not fitting in all that one wanted to do, but spinning out what one did to occupy the vast colonnades8 of leisure available.
One of the commonest symptoms of wealth today is de-structive neurosis; in his century it was tranquil9 boredom10. It is true that the wave of revolutions in 1848, the memory of the now extinct Chartists, stood like a mountainous shadow behind the period; but to many—and to Charles—the most significant thing about those distant rumblings had been their failure to erupt. The ‘sixties had been indisputably prosper-ous; an affluence11 had come to the artisanate and even to the laboring12 classes that made the possibility of revolution recede13, at least in Great Britain, almost out of mind. Needless to say, Charles knew nothing of the beavered German Jew quietly working, as it so happened, that very afternoon in the British Museum library; and whose work in those somber14 walls was to bear such bright red fruit. Had you described that fruit, or the subsequent effects of its later indiscriminate consumption, Charles would almost certainly not have believed you—and even though, in only six months from this March of 1867, the first volume of Kapital was to appear in Hamburg.
There were, too, countless15 personal reasons why Charles was unfitted for the agreeable role of pessimist16. His grandfa-ther the baronet had fallen into the second of the two great categories of English country squires17: claret-swilling fox hunters and scholarly collectors of everything under the sun. He had collected books principally; but in his latter years had devoted18 a deal of his money and much more of his family’s patience to the excavation19 of the harmless hummocks20 of earth that pimpled21 his three thousand Wiltshire acres. Crom-lechs and menhirs, flint implements22 and neolithic23 graves, he pursued them ruthlessly; and his elder son pursued the portable trophies24 just as ruthlessly out of the house when he came into his inheritance. But heaven had punished this son, or blessed him, by seeing that he never married. The old man’s younger son, Charles’s father, was left well provided for, both in land and money.
His had been a life with only one tragedy—the simultane-ous death of his young wife and the stillborn child who would have been a sister to the one-year-old Charles. But he swallowed his grief. He lavished25 if not great affection, at least a series of tutors and drill sergeants26 on his son, whom on the whole he liked only slightly less than himself. He sold his portion of land, invested shrewdly in railway stock and un-shrewdly at the gambling-tables (he went to Almack’s rather than to the Almighty27 for consolation), in short lived more as if he had been born in 1702 than 1802, lived very largely for pleasure ... and died very largely of it in 1856. Charles was thus his only heir; heir not only to his father’s diminished fortune—the baccarat had in the end had its revenge on the railway boom—but eventually to his uncle’s very considerable one. It was true that in 1867 the uncle showed, in spite of a comprehensive reversion to the claret, no sign of dying.
Charles liked him, and his uncle liked Charles. But this was by no means always apparent in their relationship. Though he conceded enough to sport to shoot partridge and pheasant when called upon to do so, Charles adamantly28 refused to hunt the fox. He did not care that the prey29 was uneatable, but he abhorred30 the unspeakability of the hunters. There was worse: he had an unnatural31 fondness for walking instead of riding; and walking was not a gentleman’s pastime except in the Swiss Alps. He had nothing very much against the horse in itself, but he had the born naturalist’s hatred32 of not being able to observe at close range and at leisure. However, fortune had been with him. One autumn day, many years before, he had shot at a very strange bird that ran from the border of one of his uncle’s wheatfields. When he discovered what he had shot, and its rarity, he was vaguely33 angry with himself, for this was one of the last Great Bustards shot on Salisbury Plain. But his uncle was delighted. The bird was stuffed, and forever after stared beadily, like an octoroon turkey, out of its glass case in the drawing room at Winsyatt.
His uncle bored the visiting gentry34 interminably with the story of how the deed had been done; and whenever he felt inclined to disinherit—a subject which in itself made him go purple, since the estate was in tail male—he would recover his avuncular35 kindness of heart by standing36 and staring at Charles’s immortal37 bustard. For Charles had faults. He did not always write once a week; and he had a sinister38 fondness for spending the afternoons at Winsyatt in the library, a room his uncle seldom if ever used.
He had had graver faults than these, however. At Cam-bridge, having duly crammed39 his classics and subscribed40 to the Thirty-nine Articles, he had (unlike most young men of his time) actually begun to learn something. But in his second year there he had drifted into a bad set and ended up, one foggy night in London, in carnal possession of a naked girl. He rushed from her plump Cockney arms into those of the Church, horrifying41 his father one day shortly afterwards by announcing that he wished to take Holy Orders. There was only one answer to a crisis of this magnitude: the wicked youth was dispatched to Paris. There his tarnished42 virginity was soon blackened out of recognition; but so, as his father had hoped, was his intended marriage with the Church. Charles saw what stood behind the seductive appeal of the Oxford43 Movement—Roman Catholicism propria terra. He declined to fritter his negative but comfortable English soul— one part irony44 to one part convention—on incense45 and papal infallibility. When he returned to London he fingered and skimmed his way through a dozen religious theories of the time, but emerged in the clear (voyant trop pour nier, et trop pen pour s’assurer) a healthy agnostic.* What little God he managed to derive46 from existence, he found in Nature, not the Bible; a hundred years earlier he would have been a deist, perhaps even a pantheist. In company he would go to morning service of a Sunday; but on his own, he rarely did.
[* Though he would not have termed himself so, for the very simple reason that the word was not coined (by Huxley) until 1870; by which time it had become much needed.]
He returned from his six months in the City of Sin in 1856. His father had died three months later. The big house in Belgravia was let, and Charles installed himself in a smaller establishment in Kensington, more suitable to a young bache-lor. There he was looked after by a manservant, a cook and two maids, staff of almost eccentric modesty47 for one of his connections and wealth. But he was happy there, and besides, he spent a great deal of time traveling. He contributed one or two essays on his journeys in remoter places to the fashion-able magazines; indeed an enterprising publisher asked him to write a book after the nine months he spent in Portugal, but there seemed to Charles something rather infra dig.—and something decidedly too much like hard work and sustained concentration—in authorship. He toyed with the idea, and dropped it. Indeed toying with ideas was his chief occupation during his third decade.
Yet he was not, adrift in the slow entire of Victorian time, essentially49 a frivolous50 young man. A chance meeting with someone who knew of his grandfather’s mania51 made him realize that it was only in the family that the old man’s endless days of supervising bewildered gangs of digging rus-tics were regarded as a joke. Others remembered Sir Charles Smithson as a pioneer of the archaeology52 of pre-Roman Britain; objects from his banished53 collection had been grate-fully housed by the British Museum. And slowly Charles realized that he was in temperament54 nearer to his grandfather than to either of his grandfather’s sons. During the last three years he had become increasingly interested in paleontology; that, he had decided48, was his field. He began to frequent the conversazioni of the Geological Society. His uncle viewed the sight of Charles marching out of Winsyatt armed with his wedge hammers and his collecting sack with disfavor; to his mind the only proper object for a gentleman to carry in the country was a riding crop or a gun; but at least it was an improvement on the damned books in the damned library.
However, there was yet one more lack of interest in Charles that pleased his uncle even less. Yellow ribbons and daffodils, the insignia of the Liberal Party, were anathema55 at Winsyatt; the old man was the most azure56 of Tories—and had interest. But Charles politely refused all attempts to get him to stand for Parliament. He declared himself without political conviction. In secret he rather admired Gladstone; but at Winsyatt Gladstone was the arch-traitor, the unmen-tionable. Thus family respect and social laziness conveniently closed what would have been a natural career for him.
Laziness was, I am afraid, Charles’s distinguishing trait. Like many of his contemporaries he sensed that the earlier self-responsibility of the century was turning into self-importance: that what drove the new Britain was increasing-ly a desire to seem respectable, in place of the desire to do good for good’s sake. He knew he was overfastidious. But how could one write history with Macaulay so close behind? Fiction or poetry, in the midst of the greatest galaxy57 of talent in the history of English literature? How could one be a creative scientist, with Lyell and Darwin still alive? Be a statesman, with Disraeli and Gladstone polarizing all the available space?
You will see that Charles set his sights high. Intelligent idlers always have, in order to justify58 their idleness to their intelligence. He had, in short, all the Byronic ennui59 with neither of the Byronic outlets60: genius and adultery.
But though death may be delayed, as mothers with marriageable daughters have been known to foresee, it kindly61 always comes in the end. Even if Charles had not had the further prospects62 he did, he was an interesting young man. His travels abroad had regrettably rubbed away some of that patina63 of profound humorlessness (called by the Victorian earnestness, moral rectitude, probity64, and a thousand other misleading names) that one really required of a proper English gentleman of the time. There was outwardly a cer-tain cynicism about him, a sure symptom of an inherent moral decay; but he never entered society without being ogled65 by the mamas, clapped on the back by the papas and simpered at by the girls. Charles quite liked pretty girls and he was not averse66 to leading them, and their ambitious parents, on. Thus he had gained a reputation for aloofness67 and coldness, a not unmerited reward for the neat way—by the time he was thirty he was as good as a polecat at the business—he would sniff68 the bait and then turn his tail on the hidden teeth of the matrimonial traps that endangered his path.
His uncle often took him to task on the matter; but as Charles was quick to point out, he was using damp powder. The old man would grumble69.
“I never found the right woman.”
“Nonsense. You never looked for her.”
“Indeed I did. When I was your age ...”
“You lived for your hounds and the partridge season.”
The old fellow would stare gloomily at his claret. He did not really regret having no wife; but he bitterly lacked not having children to buy ponies70 and guns for. He saw his way of life sinking without trace.
“I was blind. Blind.”
“My dear uncle, I have excellent eyesight. Console your-self. I too have been looking for the right girl. And I have not found her.”
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