Cabinet system -- Great Britain -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Fiction
He was accustomed (in the interviews which he was proud to grant to
the newspapers of England, America and the Colonies) to ascribe his
great position to unwearied industry and to an abhorrence of all excess
(notably in the consumption of fermented liquors) and particularly of
the horrid practice of gambling. His puritan upbringing, which had
taught him to look upon cards as the Devil’s picture-book, and upon
racing as akin to the drama in its spiritual blight, was, he would
constantly assert, the key to all that he had done since he left his
father’s home. But in this manly self-judgment the Hon. Mr. Benson did
himself an injustice. These high qualities are to be discovered in many
million of his fellow-citizens, and he might as well have pointed, as
sometimes he did point with pride, to the number of his Lodge or to his
ignorance of foreign languages as the causes of his repeated triumphs.
There was more: To his hatred of hazard and to his stern sense of duty
and unbending industry, he added something of that daring which has
made for the greatness of the blood in all its adventures Overseas,
and for no branch more than for the Scotch-Irish.
He would boldly advance sums in blind confidence of the future, the
mere total of which would have appalled a lesser man, and he would as
boldly withdraw them to the ruin of prosperous concerns, where another
would have been content to let production take its own course. And this
fine command of cash and of credit which he used as a General uses an
army, had in it something of personal courage; for towards the latter
part of his life, when he had come to control a vast private fortune,
it was imperative that in many a bold conception he himself should
stand to lose or gain.
At the moment when his only daughter left her happy Belgian convent to
be presented at the Court of St. James, he was, though at the height of
his fortunes, a lonely and to some extent an embittered man.
His wife had married another: their only child he had not seen for
three years, and though he knew that her robust common sense would
stand against the religious environment of the gentle nuns who had been
entrusted with her upbringing, yet he could not but feel that she had
passed the most formative years of her life in an alien air, and under
influences quite other than those of the Ohio Valley.
He had therefore determined to decline numerous and advantageous offers
and to be present himself in London during the season which saw her
introduction to the world, and there, in spite of his unfamiliarity
with English ways, he soon appreciated the central position of Mary
Smith whose late husband indeed he had come across a quarter of a
century before when he was freezing the Topekas off the Pit.
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