A KNIGHT OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by Edward Payson Roe (red seas under red skies .TXT) π
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Inexorable Requirement Of System, Regularity, And Order, And Dwelt Upon
The Fact That All In his Employ Conformed to This Demand, And That It
Was The Business-Like And Manly Thing To Do.
"This Is Your First Venture Out Into The World, I Understand," She Said,
Rising To Intimate That Their Interview Was Over, "And I Greatly Wish
That It May Lead Toward A Useful And Successful Career. I Have Spoken
Plainly Because I Wished you To Realize Just What You Have Undertaken,
And Thus Meet With No Unpleasant Surprises Or Unexpected experiences.
When One Enters Upon A Course With His Eyes Open, He In a Certain Sense
Pledges Himself To Do The Best He Can In that Line Of Duty, And Our
Acquaintance, Though So Brief, Has Convinced me That You _Can_ Do Very
Well Indeed."
"I Was Under The Impression," Said The Young Man, Coloring Deeply, "That
My Mother'S Letter Had Led you To Suppose--To Expect Just The Contrary."
"Mr. Haldane," Said Mrs. Arnot, Giving Him Her Hand With Graceful Tact,
"I Shall Form My Opinion Of You Solely On The Ground Of Your Own Action,
And I Wish You To Think Of Me As A Friend Who Takes A Genuine Interest
In Your Success. Good-Night."
He Went To His Room In quite A Heroic And Virtuous Mood.
"She Does Not Treat Me A Bit Like A 'Bad Boy,' As I Supposed she Would,"
He Thought; "But Appears To Take It For Granted that I Shall Be A
Gentleman In this Her House, And A Sensible Fellow In her Husband'S
Office. Blow Me If I Disappoint Her!"
Nor Did He For Several Weeks. Even Mr. Arnot Was Compelled to Admit That
It Did "Work Rather Better Than He Expected," And That He "Supposed the
Young Fellow Did As Well As He Could."
As The Novelty Of Haldane'S New Relations Wore Off, However, And As His
Duties Became So Familiar As To Be Chiefly A Matter Of Routine, The
Grave Defects Of His Character And Training Began To Show Themselves.
The Restraint Of The Counting-Room Grew Irksome. Associations Were
Formed in the City Which Tended toward His Old Evil Habits. As A Piece
Of Mr. Arnot'S Machinery He Did Not Move With The Increasing Precision
That His Employer Required and Expected on His Becoming Better
Acquainted with His Duties.
Mrs. Arnot Had Expected this, And Knew That Her Husband Would Tolerate
Carelessness And Friction Only Up To A Certain Point. She Had Gained
More Influence Over The Young Man Than Any One Else Had Ever Possessed,
And By Means Of It Kept Him Within Bounds For Some Time; But She Saw
From Her Husband'S Manner That Things Were Fast Approaching a Crisis.
One Evening She Kindly, But Frankly, Told Him Of The Danger In which He
Stood Of An Abrupt, Stern Dismissal.
He Was More Angry Than Alarmed, And During The Following Day About
Concluded that He Would Save Himself Any Such Mortification By Leaving
Of His Own Accord. He Quite Persuaded himself That He Had A Soul Above
Plodding Business, And That, After Enjoying Himself At Home For A Time,
He Could Enter Upon Some Other Career, That Promised more Congeniality
And Renown.
In Order That His Employer Might Not Anticipate Him, He Performed his
Duties Very Accurately That Day, But Left The Office With The
Expectation Of Never Returning.
He Had Very Decided compunctions In thus Requiting Mrs. Arnot'S
Kindness, But Muttered recklessly:
"I'M Tired of This Humdrum, Treadmill Life, And Believe I'M Destined to
Better Things. If I Could Only Get A Good Position In the Army Or Navy,
The World Would Hear From Me. They Say Money Opens Every Door, And
Mother Must Open Some Good Wide Door For Me."
Regardless Now Of His Employer'S Good Or Bad Opinion, He Came Down Late
To Supper; But, Instead Of Observing With Careless Defiance The Frown
Which He Knew Lowered toward Him, His Eyes Were Drawn To A Fair Young
Face On The Opposite Side Of The Table.
Mrs. Arnot, In her Pleasant, Cordial Voice, Which Made The Simplest
Thing She Said Seem Real And Hearty, Rather Than Conventional,
Introduced him:
"Mr. Haldane, My Niece, Miss Laura Romeyn. Laura, No Doubt, Can Do Far
More Than An Old Lady To Make Your Evenings Pass Brightly."
After A Second Glance Of Scrutiny, Haldane Was So Ungratefully Forgetful
Of All Mrs. Arnot'S Kindness As To Be Inclined to Agree With Her Remark.
Chapter IV (Immature)"Is She A Young Lady, Or Merely A School-Girl?" Was Haldane'S Query
Concerning The Stranger Sitting Opposite To Him; And He Addressed to Her
A Few Commonplace But Exploring Remarks. Regarding Himself As Well
Acquainted with Society In general, And Young Ladies In particular, He
Expected to Solve The Question At Once, And Was Perplexed that He Could
Not. He Had Flirted with Several Misses As Immature As Himself, And So
Thought That He Was Profoundly Versed in the Mysteries Of The Sex. "They
Naturally Lean Toward And Look Up To Men, And One Is A Fool, Or Else
Lacking In personal Appearance, Who Does Not Have His Own Way With
Them," Was His Opinion, Substantially.
Modesty Is A Grace Which Fine-Looking Young Men Of Large Wealth Are
Often Taught By Some Severe Experiences, If It Is Ever Learned. Haldane,
As Yet, Had Not Received such Wholesome Depletion. His Self-Approval And
Assurance, Moreover, Were Quite Natural, Since His Mother And Sisters
Had Seldom Lost An Opportunity Of Developing and Confirming These
Traits. The Yielding Of Women To His Will And Wishes Had Been One Of The
Most Uniform Experiences Of His Life, And He Had Come To Regard It As
The Natural Order Of Things. Without Formulating The Thought In plain
Words, He Nevertheless Regarded mrs. Arnot'S Kindness, By Which She
Sought To Gain A Helpful Influence Over Him, As Largely Due To Some
Peculiar Fascination Of His Own, Which Made Him A Favorite Wherever He
Chose To Be. Of Course, The Young Stranger On The Opposite Side Of The
Table Would Prove No Exception To The Rule, And All He Had To Do Was To
Satisfy Himself That She Was Sufficiently Pretty And Interesting To Make
It Worth While To Pay Her A Little Attention.
But For Some Reason She Did Not Seem Greatly Impressed by His
Commonplace And Rather Patronizing Remarks. Was It Pride Or Dignity On
Her Part, Or Was It Mere Girlish Shyness? It Must Be The Latter, For
There Was No Occasion For Pride And Dignity In her Manner Toward Him.
Then Came The Thought That Possibly Mrs. Arnot Had Not Told Her Who He
Was, And That She Looked upon Him As A Mere Clerk Of Low Degree. To
Remove From Her Mind Any Such Error, His Tones And Manner Became Still
More Self-Asserting and Patronizing.
"If She Has Any Sense At All," He Thought, "She Shall See That I Have
Peculiar Claims To Her Respect."
As He Proceeded in these Tactics, There Was A Growing Expression Of
Surprise And A Trace Of Indignation Upon The Young Girl'S Face. Mrs.
Arnot Watched the By-Play With An Amused expression. There Was Not Much
Cynicism In her Nature. She Believed that Experience Would Soon Prick
The Bubble Of His Vanity, And It Was Her Disposition To Smile Rather
Than To Sneer At Absurdity In others. Besides, She Was Just. She Never
Applied to A Young Man Of Twenty The Standard By Which She Would Measure
Those Of Her Own Age, And She Remembered haldane'S Antecedents. But Mr.
Arnot Went To His Library Muttering:
"The Ridiculous Fool!"
When Miss Romeyn Rose From The Table, Haldane Saw That She Was Certainly
Tall Enough To Be A Young Lady, For She Was Slightly Above Medium
Height. He Still Believed that She Was Very Young, However, For Her
Figure Was Slight And Girlish, And While Her Bearing Was Graceful It Had
Not That Assured and Pronounced character To Which He Had Been
Accustomed.
"She Evidently Has Not Seen Much Of Society. Well, Since She Is Not
Gawky, I Like Her Better Than If She Were Blase. Anything But Your Blase
Girls," He Observed to Himself, With A Consciousness That He Was An
Experienced man Of The World.
The Piano Stood Open In the Drawing-Room, And This Suggested music.
Haldane Had At His Tongue'S End The Names Of Half A Dozen Musicians
Whose Professional Titles Had Been Prominent In the Newspapers For A Few
Months Previous, And Whose Merits Had Formed a Part Of The Current
Chit-Chat Of The Day. Some He Had Heard, And Others He Had Not, But He
Could Talk Volubly Of All, And He Asked miss Romeyn For Her Opinion Of
One And Another In a Manner Which Implied that Of Course She Knew About
Them, And That Ignorance In regard To Such Persons Was Not To Be
Expected.
Her Face Colored with Annoyance, But She Said Quietly And A Trifle
Coldly That She Had Not Heard Them.
Mrs. Arnot Again Smiled as She Watched the Young People, But She Now
Came To Her Niece'S Rescue, Thinking also It Would Be Well To Disturb
Haldane'S Sense Of Superiority Somewhat. So She Said:
"Laura, Since We Cannot Hear This Evening The Celebrated artists That
Mr. Haldane Has Mentioned, We Must Content Ourselves With Simple Home
Music. Won'T You Play For Us That Last Selection Of Which You Wrote To
Me?"
"I Hardly Dare, Auntie, Since Mr. Haldane Is Such A Critical Judge, And
Has Heard So Much Music From Those Who Make It A Business To Be Perfect.
He Must Have Listened to The Selection You Name A Hundred times, For It
Is Familiar To Most Lovers Of Good Music."
Haldane Had Sudden Misgivings. Suppose He Had Not Heard It? This Would
Be Awkward, After His Assumed acquaintance With Such Matters.
"Even If Mr. Haldane Is Familiar With It," Mrs. Arnot Replied,
"Steibelt'S Storm Rondo Will Bear Repetition. Besides, His Criticism May
Be Helpful, Since He Can Tell You Wherein You Come Short Of The Skilled
Professionals."
Laura Caught The Twinkle In her Aunt'S Eye, And Went To The Piano.
The Young Man Saw At Once That He Had Been Caught In his Own Trap, For
The Music Was Utterly Unfamiliar. The Rondo Was No Wonderful Piece Of
Intricacy, Such As A Professional Might Choose. On The Contrary, It Was
Simple, And Quite Within The Capabilities Of A Young And Well-Taught
Girl. But It Was Full Of Rich Melody Which Even He, In his Ignorance,
Could Understand And Appreciate, And Yet, For Aught That He Knew It Was
Difficult In the Extreme.
At First He Had A Decided sense Of Humiliation, And A Consciousness That
It Was Deserved. He Had Been Talking Largely And Confidently Of An Art
Concerning Which He Knew Little, And In which He Began To Think That His
Listener Was Quite Well Versed.
But As The Thought Of The Composer Grew In power And Beauty He Forgot
Himself And His Dilemma In his Enjoyment. Two Senses Were Finding
Abundant Gratification At The Same Time, For It Was A Delight To Listen,
And It Was Even A Greater Pleasure To Look At The Performer.
She Gave Him A Quick, Shy Glance Of Observation, Fearing Somewhat That
She Might See Severe Judgment Or Else Cool Indifference In the
Expression Of His Face, And She Was Naturally Pleased and Encouraged
When She Saw, Instead, Undisguised admiration. His Previous Manner Had
Annoyed her, And She Determined to Show Him That His Superior Airs Were
Quite Uncalled for. Thus The Diffident Girl Was Led to Surpass Herself,
And Infuse So Much Spirit And Grace Into Her Playing as To Surprise Even
Her Aunt.
Haldane Was Soon Satisfied that She Was More Than Pretty--That She Was
Beautiful. Her Features, That Had Seemed too Thin And Colorless, Flushed
With Excitement, And Her Blue Eyes, Which He Had Thought Cold And
Expressionless, Kindled until They Became Lustrous. He Felt, In a Way
That He Could Not Define To Himself, That Her Face Was Full Of Power And
Mind, And That She Was Different From The Pretty Girls Who Had Hitherto
Been His Favorites.
As She Rose From The Piano He Was Mastered by One Of Those Impulses
Which Often Served him In the Place Of Something Better, And He Said
Impetuously:
"Miss Romeyn, I
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