English fiction -- 20th century; Lancashire (England) -- Fiction
He had overestimated his strength to resist public opinion. He was a
proud man and he was outcast and, set himself as he did with ferocious
energy to his task, he fell short of forgetfulness. Dorothy Verners was
at the end of a stony, tortuous road; it would be, at the best, a long
time before he reached the end of that road and the chances that she
would still be there, that Whitworth, carelessly secure as he was, would
wait long enough to leave her there for Hepplestall, seemed to him, in
these days of despondency, too remote for reason. He would never bridge
the gulf in time and his patience ebbed away. Not that he ever doubted
that, in the end, in money, position, reputation, he would outdistance
Whitworth, but Dorothy Verners, as a symbol of his ascendancy, was
dwindling to the diminished status of an ambition now seen to be too
sanguine. He had not realized how much he would be irked by the contempt
of the county. If, at the end of all, he had them at his feet! Aye,
so he would, but wouldn’t it be more humbling for them if they came
licking, along with his, the feet of a wife of his who was not of their
order? Wouldn’t he so triumph the more exultantly? He argued the case
against his first intentions, seeking justification for falling honestly
in love with Phoebe Bradshaw.
Honest love was, at first, very far from his purpose. A gentleman didn’t
seduce his host’s daughter, but that rule of conduct postulated that
the host be equally a gentleman and Bradshaw seemed, when Reuben came,
un-fathomably his inferior, and Bradshaw’s daughter, for all her airs,
the sort of flower hung by the roadside to be plucked by any grand
seigneur. Nor did he ever, at the back of his mind, move far from that
attitude. His tolerant association with these people was an immense
condescension, justified only by ulterior purpose. But if marriage with
Phoebe fitted his purpose, as in his first reaction from the disdain
of the county it seemed to do, why, then, though he never thought of
himself as belonging with the manufacturers, it might in the long run
prove a famous score against the county.
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