London Lavender : $b An entertainmentLucas, E. V. (Edward Verrall)
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London Lavender : $b An entertainment
Lucas, E. V. (Edward Verrall)
Humorous stories; London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
These terrible fellows sized up everyone and everything, as they
puffed and sipped. And there was nothing they did not know. They
knew all the secrets of the Court as well as of Parliament. They
knew why this man's name was not in the last list of honours and why
that man's was. They knew everyone who drank too much and everyone
who loved unwisely but too well.
Politics, I confess, do not interest me, except as warp and woof of
the newspaper drama of life. I would not like to be a politician;
nor indeed could I. Only a surgical operation would be able to
effect that: some phlebotomizing process, to be followed by an
injection of molten brass into the deplenished veins. But I like to
watch the wire-pullers at work. There was one at Dabney's, the
secretary to some organization: a bulky Rabelaisian cigar-smoker, or
I might almost say cigar-eater, named Rudson-Wayte. Looking at him
through the haze, as he absorbed his tobacco and drank his whisky, I
found myself wondering if on that idle Sunday--the first
week-end--the Creator, when He surveyed His six days' work, had exact
foreknowledge of these two lenitives and the extent to which His
children in the distant days to come would depend upon them.
Rudson-Wayte more even than most men at an editor's housewarming
leant upon both, and they seemed to agree with him, for his head was
undoubtedly clear and hard. In a bout with the gloves or a hundred
yards' sprint no doubt he would cut a poor enough figure on such a
regimen; but then the highly specialized civilization under which he
flourishes has eliminated both necessities. Perfectly easy nowadays
for a London gentleman to live fifty years after leaving College and
never accelerate his steps at all.
Not that Rudson-Wayte was a stranger to the strenuous life; but
always from without. He had looked down amusedly from many a
platform and watched ejections and free fights; but he had not taken
part. His, to observe and make the best of the situation for his
party. He told us of many such experiences and of the strategy which
he had devised for the safety of his speakers. He referred to them
as his men. "Of course, the only thing for me to think of was how to
get my man out of it." And so forth.
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