These small hereditary feelings set James Darnley’s son apart from
his contemporaries, and it only required the remains of middle-class
prudishness to achieve his isolation. Kingston found it impossible, in
spite of habit and effort, to acquire the easy personal _sans-gêne_,
the tripping, untrammelled tongue of his contemporaries. He did his
best; listened genially, accumulated anecdotes and retailed them among
his friends; but always heavily, never as to the manner born. His
friends held the free, frank language only possible to the perfectly
cleanly mind, naked and unashamed; he, for his part, was always uneasy
in his nudity, and took his share in the talk with that consciousness
of impropriety that doubles impropriety. The Dadd respectability
still hampered its rebellious descendant, and prevented him from
ever entering into perfect harmony with that world where decency is
a matter of conduct, not by any means of language. On this point his
aunt Minne-Adélaïde had certainly the advantage. But the woman is
proverbially more adaptable than the man.
Still isolated, then, at home and abroad, Kingston came down at last
from Oxford at twenty-four, a character untried, unformed, unground by
any real contact with the mills of life. An inordinate sensitiveness to
impressions, an excessive personal daintiness, were the marks of his
nature at that time, so far as a friend could discern it. For the rest,
very pleasant of look and temper, friendly, honest, and no more selfish
than a good-looking young fellow of four-and-twenty has every right to
be. Lady Adela was delighted to receive him under her wing once more,
and noticed with joy the subsidence of some of his more tumultuous
ideas into tranquillity. She had a fearful notion that everyone left
Oxford ‘a roaring atheist,’ and it was a great joy to her that Kingston
completely disproved this fallacy, not only by accompanying her to
church, but also by carrying her hymn-book. She devoted herself to
exploiting her son, and he, not finding rebellion necessary for his
pleasure, allowed himself to be guided wherever his mother wished.
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