The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
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"Probably not. But you will scarcely be able to avoid doing so when you
live at Willowsmere Court."
"One is not obliged to know everybody in the neighbourhood,"--I observed
superciliously.
Lucio laughed aloud.
"How well you carry your fortunes, Geoffrey!" he said--"For a poor devil
of a Grub-street hack who lately was at a loss for a sovereign, how
perfectly you follow the fashions of your time! If there is one man more
than another that moves me to wondering admiration it is he who asserts
his wealth strenuously in the face of his fellows, and who comports
himself in this world as though he could bribe death and purchase the
good-will of the Creator. It is such splendid effrontery,--such
superlative pride! Now I, though over-wealthy myself, am so curiously
constituted that I cannot wear my bank-notes in my countenance as it
were,--I have put in a claim for intellect as well as gold,--and
sometimes, do you know, in my travels round the world, I have been so
far honoured as to be taken for quite a poor man! Now _you_ will never
have that chance again;--you are rich and you look it!"
"And you,--" I interrupted him suddenly, and with some warmth--"do you
know what _you_ look? You imply that I assert my wealth in my face; do
you know what _you_ assert in your every glance and gesture?"
"I cannot imagine!" he said smiling.
"Contempt for us all!" I said--"Immeasurable contempt,--even for me,
whom you call friend. I tell you the truth, Lucio,--there are times,
when in spite of our intimacy I feel that you despise me. I daresay you
do; you have an extraordinary personality united to extraordinary
talents; you must not however expect all men to be as self-restrained
and as indifferent to human passions as yourself."
He gave me a swift, searching glance.
"Expect!" he echoed--"My good fellow, I expect nothing at all,--from
men. They, on the contrary,--at least all those _I_ know--expect
everything from me. And they get it,--generally. As for 'despising' you,
have I not said that I admire you? I do. I think there is something
positively stupendous in the brilliant progress of your fame and rapid
social success."
"My fame!" I repeated bitterly--"How has it been obtained? What is it
worth?"