With the above words the good man left the room before I had time to
express my astonishment at hearing such extraordinary language from the
lips of one who seemed to be a reputable member of society. “Embezzle a
large sum of money under singularly distressing circumstances!” I
exclaimed to myself, “and ask _me_ to go and stay with him! I shall do
nothing of the sort—compromise myself at the very outset in the eyes of
all decent people, and give the death-blow to my chances of either
converting them if they are the lost tribes of Israel, or making money
out of them if they are not! No. I will do anything rather than that.”
And when I next saw my teacher I told him that I did not at all like
the sound of what had been proposed for me, and that I would have
nothing to do with it. For by my education and the example of my own
parents, and I trust also in some degree from inborn instinct, I have a
very genuine dislike for all unhandsome dealings in money matters,
though none can have a greater regard for money than I have, if it be
got fairly.
The interpreter was much surprised by my answer, and said that I should
be very foolish if I persisted in my refusal.
Mr. Nosnibor, he continued, “is a man of at least 500,000 horse-power”
(for their way of reckoning and classifying men is by the number of
foot pounds which they have money enough to raise, or more roughly by
their horse-power), “and keeps a capital table; besides, his two
daughters are among the most beautiful women in Erewhon.”
When I heard all this, I confess that I was much shaken, and inquired
whether he was favourably considered in the best society.
“Certainly,” was the answer; “no man in the country stands higher.”
He then went on to say that one would have thought from my manner that
my proposed host had had jaundice or pleurisy or been generally
unfortunate, and that I was in fear of infection.
“I am not much afraid of infection,” said I, impatiently, “but I have
some regard for my character; and if I know a man to be an embezzler of
other people’s money, be sure of it, I will give him as wide a berth as
I can. If he were ill or poor—”
“Ill or poor!” interrupted the interpreter, with a face of great alarm.
“So that’s your notion of propriety! You would consort with the basest
criminals, and yet deem simple embezzlement a bar to friendly
intercourse. I cannot understand you.”
“But I am poor myself,” cried I.
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