Oliver Constable, miller and baker, Vol. 2 (of 3) — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Oliver Constable, miller and baker, Vol. 2 (of 3)
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When Lady Cicely easily succeeded, late in the day, in securing the
distinction of being appointed one of the stall-keepers at a bazaar,
and the chief patroness of a conversazione in the neglected museum, in
the course of caterprises undertaken by an indefatigable eleemosynary
committee in the behalf of the local charities, Fan cheerfully worked
and catered for her ladyship’s stall, and for the sale of her packets
of tickets.
It seemed as if Oliver must be on John Hartley’s committee, the list
of whose members soon bore the bold scrawl of Harry Stanhope’s name.
The young fellow chose to write himself, with his most unyeomanlike
fist, ‘Harry Stanhope, yeoman.’ It appeared as if the Oxford-bred
miller must be dragged forward, in his own despite, to take the place
which fortune and education had given him, to ride and drive, and lunch
and speechify, here and there, in the heat of faction, with those to
whom he was really allied, so as to forget the mill and the baker’s
shop with their drudgery, and to forget along with them other shops and
their drudgeries, other shopkeepers with their aims and rewards—high
or low—of which Oliver Constable’s mind had lately been full.
It looked as if Oliver were going to comply with the irresistible
demands made upon him as a man and a citizen. He received John Hartley
with tolerable cordiality. The one man listened to the other’s private
explanations as well as to his public speeches, and, in order to do
both fairly, Oliver not only attended the meetings the candidate was
calling, but accepted his invitations to dine _en famille_ with him and
Lady Cicely. The result, which Oliver could not well avoid, was that a
considerable amount of familiarity was established between him and the
Hartleys. He was hailed as an ally by John Hartley on all occasions;
and it was Oliver’s arm which Lady Cicely took when she left her stall
at the bazaar to go to the refreshment table, and when she walked
the whole length and breadth of the town-hall in order to make her
purchases from her fellow-stall-keepers.