The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
John Stuart Mill · en
was too elated with the pride of wealth to count the possibilities of
subtle losses amid so many solid gains; and I enjoyed to the full and
with a somewhat contemptuous malice the humble prostration of a 'belted
Earl' before the dazzling mine of practically unlimited cash as
represented to him in the persons of my brilliant comrade and myself. I
took a curious sort of pleasure in patronizing him, and addressed him
with a protecting air of indulgent kindness whereat he seemed gratified.
Inwardly I laughed as I thought how differently matters would have
stood, supposing I had been indeed no more than 'author'! I might have
proved to be one of the greatest writers of the age, but if, with that,
I had been poor or only moderately well off, this same half bankrupt
Earl who privately boarded an American heiress for two thousand guineas
a year, would have deemed it a 'condescension' to so much as invite me
to his house,--would have looked down upon me from his titled
nothingness and perhaps carelessly alluded to me as 'a man who
writes--er--yes--er--rather clever I believe!' and then would have
thought no more about me. For this very cause as 'author' still, though
millionaire, I took a fantastic pleasure in humiliating his lordship as
much as possible, and I found the best way to do this was to talk about
Willowsmere. I saw that he winced at the very name of his lost estate,
and that notwithstanding this, he could not avoid showing his anxiety as
to my intentions with regard to its occupation. Lucio, whose wisdom and
foresight had suggested my becoming the purchaser of the place, assisted
me in the most adroit fashion to draw him out and to make his character
manifest, and by the time we had finished our cigars and coffee I knew
that the 'proud' Earl of Elton, who could trace his lineage to the
earliest days of the Crusaders, was as ready to bend his back and crawl
in the dust for money as the veriest hotel-porter expectant of a
sovereign 'tip.' I had never entertained a high opinion of the
aristocracy, and on this occasion it was certainly not improved, but
remembering that the spendthrift nobleman beside me was the father of
Lady Sibyl, I treated him on the whole with more respect than his mean
and grasping nature deserved.