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
“I don’t think I’ll ride again just yet, thanks,” said Eustace, with
his frank and pleasant smile. “If you don’t object, I’ll walk your way,
Tresithny. I’ve often wanted to talk with you, but I’ve never had the
opportunity before.”
Saul’s face was not responsive; but he was too well trained to refuse
to lead the horse for the gentleman when asked, and after all it was
not so very far back to his work, where he must of necessity shake off
this undesirable companion.
“I want to speak to you, Tresithny, about the cause which (in addition
to the death of the Duchess) brought me just now into these parts. You
know of course that, in the natural order of things, I shall one day be
master here. It is not a position I covet. I hold that there is great
injustice in making one man ruler and owner of half a county perhaps,
and of huge revenues, holding vast powers in his hand whether he be
capable or not of ruling wisely and well--simply from an accident of
birth, whilst hundreds and thousands of his fellow-men are plunged in
untold misery, and vice that is the outcome of that undeserved misery.
I believe myself that the whole system of the country is rotten and
corrupt, and that the day has come when a new and better era will dawn
upon the world. But meantime, in the present, I have to look forward to
succeeding his Grace, and I am naturally very greatly interested in the
people of this place, and intensely anxious to see them elevated and
ennobled.”
Saul suddenly looked at the young man as he had never looked at him
before, and said between his teeth--
“That’s a strange thing for _you_ to say, sir.”
“Why strange?” asked Eustace, half guessing the answer,
“Because, sir, if once the people begin to think for themselves, to see
for themselves, and to understand the meaning of things around them,
they soon won’t stand what they see--won’t stand that one set of men in
the country should have everything, and roll in wealth and wallow in
luxury, whilst they can’t get bread to put in their children’s mouths.
They’ll think it’s time their turn came--as they did in France, I’ve
heard, not so very long ago, and that’ll be a bad day for you and for
all those like you.”
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