“Mark! Mark Dalston, O, Mark! O, my dear!” ran the thin strain. “Are
you going to think well of it, Mark--think well of it, Mark Dalston?
Have you started on your way to come and compound with Mother Carey,
Mark, my love? You’ve answered Yes to her message, haven’t you?--but
you aren’t always a gentleman of your word, you know, Mark. Best to be
it in this case, O, my dear, my dear! I could get my teeth into you
here, nicely, now--couldn’t I?”
Suddenly she came alert, pricking her ears to the sound of a quick,
soft footstep outside.
II
Mr Mark Dalston, a young man of particular ambitions and passions, had
also that hospitability of conscience which can welcome and reconcile
the most antagonistic emotions. He never suffered material
self-interests and moral scruples to fall at odds within himself, but
was the tactful and charming host to all that came to be entertained
within his breast. There one might see grossness and reason,
sensualism and intellectuality, the virtuoso and the Vandal, all table
couples at once, and at perfectly harmonious discourse. They met on
the common ground of sociability, and forbore all destructive
criticism of one another so long as Mark’s lights shone upon their
differences. He was extraordinarily popular with quite a number of
divergent familiars--a man without prejudices, and always ready to
entertain a new emotion.
Mark was of that good nature, in short, that he could never say No to
himself, however much the interests of other people might be affected
by the partiality. His sympathies were wide, but their application was
close. Like the centre of a venous system, he was all heart, and gave
nothing but what he was sure to receive back at compound interest.
Fortune having condemned him, for a brief period, to an ushership at a
suburban grammar school, he had not repined over his lot, but had
sought, quite naturally and amiably, an amelioration of its prosy
conditions in the pursuit of such supernumerary pleasures and
self-indulgences as its off hours could be made to yield. It was
always his principle to eschew consequences until they were upon him,
and insistent. And then he would set his fine wits and intellect at
work to neutralise them.
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