The Adventures of Harry Richmond — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete
Meredith, George
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
Peterborough chuckled over this 'Oh!' and the stoppage of further
questions, while acknowledging that the luxury of a pipe would help to
make him more charitable. He enjoyed the Port of his native land, but
he did, likewise, feel the want of one whiff or so of the less
restrictive foreigner's pipe; and he begged me to note the curiosity of
our worship of aristocracy and royalty; and we, who were such slaves to
rank, and such tyrants in our own households,—we Britons were the great
sticklers for freedom! His conclusion was, that we were not logical. We
would have a Throne, which we would not allow the liberty to do
anything to make it worthy of rational veneration: we would have a
peerage, of which we were so jealous that it formed almost an assembly
of automatons; we would have virtuous women, only for them to be
pursued by immoral men. Peterborough feared, he must say, that we were
an inconsequent people. His residence abroad had so far unhinged him;
but a pipe would have stopped his complainings.
Moved, perhaps, by generous wine, in concert with his longing for
tobacco, he dropped an observation of unwonted shrewdness; he said:
'The squire, my dear Harry, a most honourable and straightforward
country gentleman, and one of our very wealthiest, is still, I would
venture to suggest, an example of old blood that requires—I study
race—varying, modifying, one might venture to say, correcting; and
really, a friend with more privileges than I possess, would or should
throw him a hint that no harm has been done to the family by an
intermixture... old blood does occasionally need it—you know I study
blood—it becomes too coarse, or, in some cases, too fine. The study of
the mixture of blood is probably one of our great physical problems.'
Peterborough commended me to gratitude for the imaginative and
chivalrous element bestowed on me by a father that was other than a
country squire; one who could be tolerant of innocent habits, and not
of guilty ones—a further glance at the interdicted pipe. I left him
almost whimpering for it.
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