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
“Sir,” he said, “don’t think I don’t appreciate your care for the
people, or that I don’t know you wish to do good. I’m very sure of
that; and Saul had heard a good deal more than was good for him before
he ever met you. But knowing that a gentleman such as you felt with
him went a long way with him--seemed to turn the scale altogether, if
you know what I mean. But I’m not saying he might not have gone as far
without, if he’d taken up with the lads of Pentreath as he’s lately
done. However, he seems to have took altogether against Pentreath now,
and spends his time down on the shore with the fisher-folk. He’ll be
glad enough to see you, sir, I doubt not. It isn’t many as he’s got a
welcome for, but I think he’ll have it for you.”
“And I’ll try and see that he is none the worse for my visit,” said
Eustace, with a grave smile; and then he walked back to the castle, for
the dinner-hour had all but arrived.
His face was grave and absorbed as he took his seat. The conversation
with Abner had left a painful impression on his mind. He felt like a
man on the horns of a dilemma. His whole heart was in the cause of
reform. He felt that he was pledged to it, and that he must give his
whole life and energies to it, come what might; and yet at every turn
he was confronted by problems past his power to solve. He had worked
amongst the people--and behold, his most promising pupil had been
spending the winter in jail, and had but just come forth shattered
in body and mind. He might do more good by sitting in Parliament and
fighting the battle there--that indeed was his great desire; but to do
so he must take a step which seemed in a sense to be a sacrifice of
principle and self-respect. He seemed hedged in by difficulties all
ways; but his resolution did not waver.
“Once let me get this seat, and the knot will be cut,” he kept saying
to himself, as the meal proceeded in its quiet stately course; and
feeling that the sooner the plunge was taken the better it would he, he
only waited until the servants had withdrawn at the conclusion of the
meal before he spoke out freely and frankly.
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