English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
About this time he took silk, sacrificing nearly half of his income.
He would have preferred to wait longer, had he not perceived that if
he did wait, his friends ---- and ---- and ---- ---- would be taking
silk before him. And, since he meant to be a judge first, this must
naturally be guarded against. The prospective loss of so much income
made him for a moment restful and expansive, as if he felt that he had
been pushed almost too far by his competitive genius; and so he found
time to marry--it being the commencement of the long vacation. For six
weeks he hardly thought of his friends ---- and ---- and ---- ----,
but near the end of September he was shocked back into a more normal
frame of mind by the news that they also had been offered and had taken
silk. It behoved him, he felt, to put his wife behind him and go back
into harness. It would be just like those fellows to get ahead of him,
if they could; and he curtailed his honeymoon by quite three weeks.
Not two years, however, elapsed before it became clear to him that to
keep his place he must enter Parliament. And against his own natural
feelings, against even the inclinations of his country, he secured a
seat at the general election and began sitting. What, then, was his
chagrin to find that his friend ----, and his friend ----, and even
his friend ---- ----, had also secured seats, and were sitting when he
got there! What with the courts, and what with ‘the House,’ he became
lean and very yellow; and his wife complained. He determined to give
her a child every year to keep her quiet; for he felt that he must
have perfect peace in his home surroundings if he were to maintain
his position in the great life race for which he had started, knowing
that his friends ---- and ---- and ---- ---- would never hesitate to
avail themselves of his ill health, to beat him. None of those wretched
fellows were having so many children. He did not find his work in
Parliament congenial; it seemed to him unreal. For he could not get
his mind--firmly fixed on himself and the horizon--to believe that all
those little measures which he was continually passing would benefit
people with whose lives he really had not time or inclination to be
familiar. When one had got up, prepared two cases, had breakfasted,
walk down to the courts, sat there from half-past ten to four, walked
to ‘the House,’ sat there a little longer than his friend ---- ----
(the worst of them), spoken if his friend ---- had spoken, or if he
thought his friend ---- were going to speak, had dinner, prepared two
cases, kissed his wife, mentally compared his last picture with that
last one of his friend’s, had a glass of barley-water, and gone to
bed--when one had done all this, there really was not time for living
his own life, much less any one else’s. He sometimes thought he would
have to give up doing so much; but that, of course, was out of the
question, seeing that his friends would at once shoot ahead. He took
“Vitogen” instead.
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