The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of a Father and SonMeredith, George
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The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of a Father and Son
Meredith, George
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction
Lady Blandish, and others who professed an interest in the fortunes
and future of the systematized youth, had occasionally mentioned
names of families whose alliance according to apparent calculations,
would not degrade his blood: and over these names, secretly
preserved on an open leaf of the note-book, Sir Austin, as he neared
the metropolis, distantly dropped his eye. There were names historic
and names mushroomic; names that the Conqueror might have called in
his muster-roll; names that had been, clearly, tossed into the upper
stratum of civilized life by a mill-wheel or a merchant-stool.
Against them the baronet had written M., or Po. or Pr.--signifying,
Money, Position, Principles, favouring the latter with special
brackets. The wisdom of a worldly man, which he could now and then
adopt, determined him, before he commenced his round of visits, to
consult and sound his solicitor and his physician thereanent;
lawyers and doctors being the rats who know best the merits of a
house, and on what sort of foundation it may be standing.
Sir Austin entered the great city with a sad mind. The memory of his
misfortune came upon him vividly, as if no years had intervened, and
it were but yesterday that he found the letter telling him that he
had no wife and his son no mother. He wandered on foot through the
streets the first night of his arrival, looking strangely at the
shops and shows and bustle of the world from which he had divorced
himself; feeling as destitute as the poorest vagrant. He had almost
forgotten how to find his way about, and came across his old mansion
in his efforts to regain his hotel. The windows were alight--signs
of merry life within. He stared at it from the shadow of the
opposite side. It seemed to him he was a ghost gazing upon his
living past. And then the phantom which had stood there mocking
while he felt as other men--the phantom, now flesh and blood
reality, seized and convulsed his heart, and filled its unforgiving
crevices with bitter ironic venom. He remembered by the time
reflection returned to him that it was Algernon, who had the house
at his disposal, probably giving a card-party, or something of the
sort. In the morning, too, he remembered that he had divorced the
world to wed a System, and must be faithful to that exacting Spouse,
who, now alone of things on earth, could fortify and recompense him.
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