Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
I listened to his proposal in silence. For a short while I was
overwhelmed by the offer and by the generosity which prompted it. But
even as I listened I felt that I could not accept it. The prospect he
held out to me did not dazzle me. To my mind, the mere possession of a
large amount of money has no attraction, and confers no distinction;
to possess it and to spend it in the way Mr. Fairhaven had set down
appeared to my understanding a dreary task, and was distinctly
inimical to the views I had formed of life and its duties. Besides, I
had grown to love my labours; I was bound by the tenderest links of
love and humanity to the people among whom I moved. Look where I
would, I saw no higher lot in life than that which I had chosen,
and--a selfish reason perhaps--I was happy in my choice.
I answered Mr. Fairhaven to this effect, and was about to refuse his
offer absolutely, when he stopped me. I saw by his face that he
anticipated what I was about to say. He did not want my answer then,
he said; he wished me to take a certain time for reflection--a time
extending over two years, and to expire on the anniversary of my
thirty-third birthday. He asked me to study the matter well during
this interval, and in the consideration of it to throw aside all false
sentiment and eccentricity. He proposed to gain admission for me into
certain circles, where I could see in full operation the machinery of
the life he wished me to adopt; and he added--not as a threat, but
simply as part of a resolution he had formed--that if, at the
expiration of the allotted time, I did not accept his proposal, I must
never expect to receive one shilling of his money. The time passed. At
the expense of my duties I made leisure to move in the society in
which he wished me to move; I studied its machinery; I made myself
acquainted with its inner life, with its aims, desires, ambitions,
results; as far as opportunity served, I probed its depths, and my
resolution to decline Mr. Fairhaven's offer was strengthened. It is
not for me here to state the reasons which led to the conclusion I
formed. They sprang from my heart and my conscience; they were and are
part of myself, which I could no more tear from myself than I could
resist the course of time.
I visited Mr. Fairhaven on the appointed day, and acquainted him with
my decision. I spoke in words and tone as gentle as I could command;
for I bore in mind the great debt I owed him, and the exceeding
generosity of his offer. He looked at me with eyes of doubt and
surprise as I spoke, and turned from me when I finished. When he spoke
it was in a hard cold tone.
'And that is your positive decision?' he said.
'Yes, sir.'
'There is nothing hidden behind it----or stay! Perhaps you have not
had sufficient time for reflection. Let the matter rest for a little
while longer.'
I told him that, if I had twenty years for reflection, my answer would
be the same.
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