Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 1Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 1
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
They owed nothing to anybody. They had no estates to keep up; no poor
people depended upon them; the clerks and porters at the office were not
to call dependents, though probably--out of good nature, when they were
ill or trouble arose in their families, if it happened to come under the
notice of the head of the firm, he would fling them a little money,
perhaps with an admonition, perhaps with a joke. But this was pure
liberality, generosity as his friends called it. He had nothing to “keep
up.”
Even the sick gamekeeper who had been hurt by a fall, though he was in
the new tenant’s service, was Lady Allonby’s servant, and it was she who
had to support his family while he was ill. The rich people were
responsible for nobody. If they were kind--and they were not unkind--it
was all to their credit, for they had no duty to any one.
This was how the head of the house considered his position. “I don’t
know anything about your land burdens, your feudal burdens,” he would
say; “money is what has made me. I pay taxes enough, I hope; but I’ve
got no sentimental taxes to pay, and I won’t have anything to say to
such rubbish. I am a working man myself, just like the rest. If these
fellows will take care of their own business as I did, they will get on
themselves as I have done, and want nothing from anybody. I’ve no call
even to ‘keep up’ my family; they ought to be working for themselves, as
I was at their age. If I do, it’s because the girls and their mother are
too many for me, and I have to yield to their prejudices.”
These were Mr. Dirom’s principles: but he threw about his money very
liberally all the same, giving large subscriptions, with a determination
to stand at the head of the list when he was on it at all, and an
inclination to twit the others who did not give so liberally with their
stinginess; “What is the use of making bones of it?” he said, with a
flourish to Sir John, who was well known to be in straightened
circumstances; “I just draw a cheque for five hundred and the thing’s
done.”
Sir John could no more have drawn a cheque for five hundred than he
could have flown, and Mr. Dirom knew it; and the knowledge gave an edge
to his pleasure. Sir John’s twenty-five pounds was in reality a much
larger contribution than Mr. Dirom’s five hundred, but the public did
not think of this. The public said that Sir John gave the twenty-five
because he could not help it, because his position demanded it; but Mr.
Dirom’s five hundred took away the breath of the spectators. It was more
than liberal; it was magnificent.
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