The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope (best fiction novels of all time .TXT) π
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The Way We Live Now is Anthony Trollopeβs longest novel, published in two volumes in 1875 after first appearing in serial form.
After an extended visit to Australia and New Zealand in 1872, Trollope was outraged on his return to England by a number of financial scandals, and was determined to expose the dishonesty, corruption, and greed they embodied. The Way We Live Now centers around a foreign businessman, Augustus Melmotte, who has come to prominence in London despite rumors about his past dealings on the Continent. He is immensely rich, and his daughter Marie is considered to be a desirable catch for several aristocratic young men in search of a fortune. Melmotte gains substantial influence because of his wealth. He rises in society and is even put up as a candidate for Parliament, despite a general feeling that he must be a fraudster and liar. A variety of sub-plots are woven around this central idea.
The Way We Live Now is generally considered to be one of Trollopeβs best novels and is often included in lists of the best novels written in English.
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But in all this the details necessary for the telling of our story are anticipated. Mr. Longestaffe had remained in London actually over the 1st of September, which in Suffolk is the one great festival of the year, before the letter was written to which allusion has been made. In the meantime he saw much of Mr. Brehgert, and absolutely formed a kind of friendship for that gentleman, in spite of the abomination of his religionβ βso that on one occasion he even condescended to ask Mr. Brehgert to dine alone with him in Bruton Street. This, too, was in the early days of the arrangement of the Melmotte affairs, when Mr. Longestaffeβs heart had been softened by that arrangement with reference to the rent. Mr. Brehgert came, and there arose a somewhat singular conversation between the two gentlemen as they sat together over a bottle of Mr. Longestaffeβs old port wine. Hitherto not a word had passed between them respecting the connection which had once been proposed, since the day on which the young ladyβs father had said so many bitter things to the expectant bridegroom. But in this evening Mr. Brehgert, who was by no means a coward in such matters and whose feelings were not perhaps painfully fine, spoke his mind in a way that at first startled Mr. Longestaffe. The subject was introduced by a reference which Brehgert had made to his own affairs. His loss would be, at any rate, double that which Mr. Longestaffe would have to bear;β βbut he spoke of it in an easy way, as though it did not sit very near his heart. βOf course thereβs a difference between me and you,β he said. Mr. Longestaffe bowed his head graciously, as much as to say that there was of course a very wide difference. βIn our affairs,β continued Brehgert, βwe expect gains, and of course look for occasional losses. When a gentleman in your position sells a property he expects to get the purchase-money.β
βOf course he does, Mr. Brehgert. Thatβs what made it so hard.β
βI canβt even yet quite understand how it was with him, or why he took upon himself to spend such an enormous deal of money here in London. His business was quite irregular, but there was very much of it, and some of it immensely profitable. He took us in completely.β
βI suppose so.β
βIt was old Mr. Todd that first took to him;β βbut I was deceived as much as Todd, and then I ventured on a speculation with him outside of our house. The long and the short of it is that I shall lose something about sixty thousand pounds.β
βThatβs a large sum of money.β
βVery large;β βso large as to affect my daily mode of life. In my correspondence with your daughter, I considered it to be my duty to point out to her that it would be so. I do not know whether she told you.β
This reference to his daughter for the moment altogether upset Mr. Longestaffe. The reference was certainly most indelicate, most deserving of censure; but Mr. Longestaffe did not know how to pronounce his censure on the spur of the moment, and was moreover at the present time so very anxious for Brehgertβs assistance in the arrangement of his affairs that, so to say, he could not afford to quarrel with the man. But he assumed something more than his normal dignity as he asserted that his daughter had never mentioned the fact.
βIt was so,β said Brehgert.
βNo doubt;ββ βand Mr. Longestaffe assumed a great deal of dignity.
βYes; it was so. I had promised your daughter when she was good enough to listen to the proposition which I made to her, that I would maintain a second house when we should be married.β
βIt was impossible,β said Mr. Longestaffeβ βmeaning to assert that such hymeneals were altogether unnatural and out of the question.
βIt would have been quite possible as things were when that proposition was made. But looking forward to the loss which I afterwards anticipated from the affairs of our deceased friend, I found it to be prudent to relinquish my intention for the present, and I thought myself bound to inform Miss Longestaffe.β
βThere were other reasons,β muttered Mr. Longestaffe, in a suppressed voice, almost in a whisperβ βin a whisper which was intended to convey a sense of present horror and a desire for future reticence.
βThere may have been; but in the last letter which Miss Longestaffe did me the honour to write to meβ βa letter with which I have not the slightest right to find any faultβ βshe seemed to me to confine herself almost exclusively to that reason.β
βWhy mention this now, Mr. Brehgert; why mention this now? The subject is painful.β
βJust because it is not painful to me, Mr. Longestaffe; and because I wish that
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