Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
A sudden light sprang into her eyes. For a moment her face was
transfigured; but as she looked at him that light died out. She
realised how widely apart were their ideas of a new world.
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CHAPTER XIV
_EUSTACE’S DILEMMA_
“She is right in theory--she is perfectly right. She holds the stronger
position. But yet I cannot give it up. One cannot live in the world,
and breathe an atmosphere so far above it as she does. The thing is
not possible. What!--go back to London--go back to my friends there,
and say that I cannot accept my kinsman’s seat, because in right and
justice he should not have it to give! What a howl of derision I
should provoke! And to have to confess that my adviser in this was a
girl years younger than myself, who had hardly left her sea-girt home
all her life--who knows no more of the world than the babe in the
nursery! Why, I should become a laughing-stock to the whole of the
town! I should never be able to face the world again. No, no, no--such
scruples are untenable. A great work has to be done, and men are wanted
of birth, energy, determination, and probity; I think I may, without
undue self-appreciation, assert that I possess all these needful
qualifications. Better men than myself have told me so. First let us
get the upper hand, and then we will see what may be done for purifying
the country and raising a higher and a better standard. If the world
_would_ listen to such teachings as Bride’s, I will not say the world
might not be a better place; but if it will not--why, we must needs
employ tools more fitted for the work. To be deterred by such a
scruple!--no--it would be unworthy of the Cause!”
Eustace was alone in his room, dressing for dinner. His welcome from
his kinsman had been kind and cordial, and he was now bracing himself
for the discussion which must follow upon the request he had to make.
The subject had not yet been broached between them, though he fancied
that the Duke half suspected his errand, or rather the motive which had
prompted it; but hitherto the talk had been all on public matters, and
he had been relieved to find the old man by no means so hostile in mind
towards the bill as he had feared to find him. Bride’s estimate of her
father’s attitude of mind was pretty correct. He knew that some sort
of change was needed, and that improved legislation was required for
the peace and prosperity of the country; but he felt that the proposed
measure would but be the beginning of an upheaval from which he shrank
with natural distaste, and he feared that evils would follow of
magnitude greater than those to be done away. Therefore he watched the
advance of the wave with no little dread, feeling almost sad that he
should have lived to see so many old landmarks washed away or submerged.
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