The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
John Stuart Mill · en
After that evening I became a regular and welcome visitor at Lord
Elton's house, and was soon on terms of the most friendly intimacy with
all the members of his family, including even the severely pious Miss
Charlotte Fitzroy. It was not difficult for me to see that my
matrimonial aspirations were suspected,--and though the encouragement I
received from Lady Sibyl herself was so slight as to make me doubtful
whether after all my hopes of winning her would ever be realized, the
Earl made no secret of his delight at the idea of securing me as a
son-in-law. Such wealth as mine was not to be met with every day,--and
even had I been a blackleg of the turf or a retired jockey, instead of
an 'author,' I should, with five millions at my back, have been
considered quite as desirable a suitor for the Lady Sibyl's hand.
Rimânez scarcely ever went with me to the Eltons' now, pleading as
excuse much pressing business and many social engagements. I was not
altogether sorry for this. Greatly as I admired and honoured him, his
extraordinary physical beauty and fascination of manner were in
dangerous contrast to my merely 'ordinary good-looking' personality, and
it seemed to me impossible that any woman, seeing much of him, could be
expected to give me the preference. All the same I had no fear that he
would ever voluntarily become my rival,--his antipathy to women was too
deep-rooted and sincere for that. On this point indeed his feelings were
so strong and passionate that I often wondered why the society sirens
who eagerly courted his attention remained so blind and unconscious to
the chill cynicism that lurked beneath his seeming courtesy,--the
cutting satire that was coupled with apparent compliment, and the
intensity of hatred that flamed under the assumed expression of admiring
homage in his flashing eyes. However it was not my business to point out
to those who could not, or would not, see the endless peculiarities of
my friend's variable disposition. I did not pay much heed to them even
so far as I myself was concerned, for I had grown accustomed to the
quick changes he was wont to ring on all the gamut of human feeling, and
absorbed in my own life-schemes I did not trouble myself to intimately
study the man who had in a couple of months become my _fidus Achates_. I
was engrossed at the moment in doing all I could to increase the Earl of
Elton's appreciative sense of my value as a man and a millionaire, and
to this end I paid some of his pressing debts, lent him a large sum of
money without demanding interest or promise of repayment, and stocked
his cellar with presents of such rare old wines as he had not been able
to afford to purchase for himself for many years. Thus was confidence
easily engendered between us, even to that point of affection which
displayed itself in his lordship's readiness to thrust his arm through
mine when we sauntered together down Piccadilly, and his calling me 'my
dear boy' in public.