Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 06Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 06
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
"The ascendency of the better man. In a rude State the better man is
the stronger; in a corrupt State, perhaps the more roguish; in modern
republics the jobbers get the money and the lawyers get the power. In
well-ordered States alone aristocracy appears at its genuine worth:
the better man in birth, because respect for ancestry secures a higher
standard of honour; the better man in wealth, because of the immense
uses to enterprise, energy, and the fine arts, which rich men must be
if they follow their natural inclinations; the better man in
character, the better man in ability, for reasons too obvious to
define; and these two last will beat the others in the government of
the State, if the State be flourishing and free. All these four
classes of better men constitute true aristocracy; and when a better
government than a true aristocracy shall be devised by the wit of man,
we shall not be far off from the Millennium and the reign of saints.
But here we are at the house,--yours, is it not? I like the look of
it extremely."
The elderly man now entered the little porch, over which clambered
honeysuckle and ivy intertwined, and ushered Kenelm into a pleasant
parlour, with a bay window, and an equally pleasant bedroom behind it.
"Will it do, sir?"
"Perfectly. I take it from this moment. My knapsack contains all I
shall need for the night. There is a portmanteau of mine at Mr.
Somers's shop, which can be sent here in the morning."
"But we have not settled about the terms," said the elderly man,
beginning to feel rather doubtful whether he ought thus to have
installed in his home a stalwart pedestrian of whom he knew nothing,
and who, though talking glibly enough on other things, had preserved
an ominous silence on the subject of payment.
"Terms? true, name them."
"Including board?"
"Certainly. Chameleons live on air; democrats on wind bags. I have a
more vulgar appetite, and require mutton."
"Meat is very dear now-a-days," said the elderly man, "and I am
afraid, for board and lodging I cannot charge you less than L3
3s.,--say L3 a week. My lodgers usually pay a week in advance."
"Agreed," said Kenelm, extracting three sovereigns from his purse. "I
have dined already: I want nothing more this evening; let me detain
you no further. Be kind enough to shut the door after you."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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