Autobiographical fiction; England -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Teachers -- Fiction
About the time he fixed himself up, he took to drink. He knew of
no reason against it. The instinct was in him, and it hurt nobody.
Here, as elsewhere, his motions were decided, and he passed at once
from roaring jollity to silence. For those who live on the fuddled
borderland, who crawl home by the railings and maunder repentance in
the morning, he had a biting contempt. A man must take his tumble and
his headache. He was, in fact, as little disgusting as is conceivable;
and hitherto he had not strained his constitution or his will. Nor did
he get drunk as often as Agnes suggested. The real quarrel gathered
elsewhere.
Presentable people have run wild in their youth. But the hour comes
when they turn from their boorish company to higher things. This hour
never came for Stephen. Somewhat a bully by nature, he kept where his
powers would tell, and continued to quarrel and play with the men he
had known as boys. He prolonged their youth unduly. “They won’t settle
down,” said Mr. Wilbraham to his wife. “They’re wanting things. It’s
the germ of a Trades Union. I shall get rid of a few of the worst.”
Then Stephen rushed up to Mrs. Failing and worried her. “It wasn’t
fair. So-and-so was a good sort. He did his work. Keen about it? No.
Why should he be? Why should he be keen about somebody else’s land? But
keen enough. And very keen on football.” She laughed, and said a word
about So-and-so to Mr. Wilbraham. Mr. Wilbraham blazed up. “How could
the farm go on without discipline? How could there be discipline if
Mr. Stephen interfered? Mr. Stephen liked power. He spoke to the men
like one of themselves, and pretended it was all equality, but he took
care to come out top. Natural, of course, that, being a gentleman, he
should. But not natural for a gentleman to loiter all day with poor
people and learn their work, and put wrong notions into their heads,
and carry their newfangled grievances to Mrs. Failing. Which partly
accounted for the deficit on the past year.” She rebuked Stephen. Then
he lost his temper, was rude to her, and insulted Mr. Wilbraham.
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