Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
Being still in the skies to a certain extent, I longed for a hat of
greater dignity, to make a better bow withal; but still I stood up as an
Englishman should, in the presence of the biggest foreigner, until he
knows more about him. I have thought sometimes that as every player at
chess, golf, or billiards, knows almost at the first contact when he has
met his better, so we (without any sense of rivalry, and without being
ever on the perk about ourselves) by some wave of Nature's hand along
the scale of her gifts to us, are aware, without a thought, when we come
into converse with a larger mind. Not of necessity a quicker one, not
peradventure a keener one, possibly one that we could outdo, in the game
of chuck-farthing, now the highest test we have.
This foreigner made me no bow at all, though I expected a very grand
one; he took me quietly by both hands, and said, "I am very glad to know
you. Will you do me the favour of coming to my room?"
The light of my eyes, and of his as well,--for that could be seen in
half a glance,--vanished with a smile; and I followed my host through a
narrow stone-passage to an ancient door, studded with nails and iron
fleurs-de-lis. That solid henchman was standing on guard, whom I had
seen before, and known as Stepan; and inside lay that other mighty dog,
of whom I had seen but little as yet, _Orla_, the son of _Kuban_. The
room was not large, but much loftier than the rooms of an old
dwelling-house would be, and the walls were not papered nor painted, but
partly covered with bright hangings, among which mirrored sconces were
fixed, with candles burning in some of them. Stepan soon set the rest
alight, so that the cheerful and pleasant aspect of the whole surprised
me. But against the walls were ranged on shelves, betwixt the coloured
hangings, metallic objects of a hundred shapes, tools, castings,
appliances, implements unknown to me, and pieces of mechanism, enough to
puzzle my brother Harold, or any other great inventor. But although
they were not in my line at all, I longed to know what they were meant
for.
"One of the great and peculiar features of the English nation," my host
said, with a friendly smile, and slow but clear pronunciation,
"according to my experience is, that they never show much curiosity
about things that do not concern them. A Frenchman, a German, an Italian
would scarcely have cast his eyes round this room, without eager desire
arising in his bosom to know what the use of all these things may be.
Even if he were too polite to enquire, he would contrive to fill me with
some conclusion of a duty to him--the duty of exposing to him my own
affairs. With you it is entirely different. You do not even entertain a
wish, you are free from all little desires to learn what could not in
any way be your own business."
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