"Johnny
Crow
's
Garden
,
"
"
The
Bad
Child
's
Book
of
Beasts
,
"
animal
books
and
bird
books
,
costume
books
and
story
books
,
colour
books
and
rhyme
books
,
abundant
,
yet
every
one
intelligently
chosen
,
no
costly
meretricious
printed
rubbish
such
as
silly
Gentile
mothers
buy
.
Then
in
the
great
nursery
,
with
its
cork
carpet
on
which
any
toy
would
stand
or
run
,
was
an
abundance
of
admirable
possessions
and
shelving
for
everything
,
and
great
fat
cloth
elephants
to
ride
,
and
go-carts
,
and
hooks
for
a
swing
.
Marjorie
's
quick
eye
saw
,
and
she
admired
effusively
and
envied
secretly
,
and
Mrs.
Lee
appreciated
her
appreciation
.
A
skirmishing
romp
of
the
middle
children
and
Lee
went
on
about
the
two
of
them
,
and
Trafford
was
led
off
by
his
admirer
into
a
cubby-house
in
one
corner
(
with
real
glass
windows
made
to
open
)
and
the
muslin
curtains
were
drawn
while
he
was
shown
a
secret
under
vows
.
Lady
Solomonson
discovered
some
soldiers
,
and
was
presently
on
her
knees
in
a
corner
with
the
five-year
old
boy
.
"
These
are
like
my
Teddy
's
,
"
she
was
saying
.
"
My
Billy
has
some
of
these
.
"
Trafford
emerged
from
the
cubby-house
,
which
was
perhaps
a
little
cramped
for
him
,
and
surveyed
the
room
,
with
his
admirer
lugging
at
his
arm
unheeded
,
and
whispering
:
"
Come
back
with
me
.
"
Of
course
this
was
the
clue
to
Lee
and
Solomonson
.
How
extremely
happy
Lee
appeared
to
be
!
Enormous
vistas
of
dark
philoprogenitive
parents
and
healthy
little
Jews
and
Jewesses
seemed
to
open
out
to
Trafford
,
hygienically
reared
,
exquisitely
trained
and
educated
.
And
he
and
Marjorie
had
just
one
little
daughter
—
with
a
much
poorer
educational
outlook
.
She
had
no
cloth
elephant
to
ride
,
no
elaborate
cubby-house
to
get
into
,
only
a
half-dozen
picture
books
or
so
,
and
later
she
would
n't
when
she
needed
it
get
that
linguistic
Swiss
.
He
was
n't
above
the
normal
human
vanity
of
esteeming
his
own
race
and
type
the
best
,
and
certain
vulgar
aspects
of
what
nowadays
one
calls
Eugenics
crossed
his
mind
.
During
those
few
crowded
days
of
unfamiliar
living
Trafford
accumulated
a
vast
confused
mass
of
thoughts
and
impressions
.
He
realized
acutely
the
enormous
gulf
between
his
attitudes
towards
women
and
those
of
his
host
and
Solomonson
—
and
indeed
of
all
the
other
men
.
It
had
never
occurred
to
him
before
that
there
was
any
other
relationship
possible
between
a
modern
woman
and
a
modern
man
but
a
frank
comradeship
and
perfect
knowledge
,
helpfulness
,
and
honesty
.
That
had
been
the
continual
implication
of
his
mother
's
life
,
and
of
all
that
he
had
respected
in
the
thought
and
writing
of
his
time
.
But
not
one
of
these
men
in
their
place
—
with
the
possible
exception
of
Minter
,
who
remained
brilliant
but
ambiguous
—
believed
anything
of
the
sort
.
It
necessarily
involved
in
practice
a
share
of
hardship
for
women
,
and
it
seemed
fundamental
to
them
that
women
should
have
no
hardship
.
He
sought
for
a
word
,
and
hung
between
chivalry
and
orientalism
.
He
inclined
towards
chivalry
.
Their
women
were
lifted
a
little
off
the
cold
ground
of
responsibility
.
Charm
was
their
obligation
.
"
A
beautiful
woman
should
be
beautifully
dressed
,
"
said
Radlett
Barns
in
the
course
of
the
discussion
of
a
contemporary
portrait
painter
.
Lee
nodded
to
endorse
an
obvious
truth
.
"
But
she
ought
to
dress
herself
,
"
said
Barns
.
"
It
ought
to
be
herself
to
the
points
of
the
old
lace
—
chosen
and
assimilated
.
It
's
just
through
not
being
that
,
that
so
many
rich
women
are
—
detestable
.
Heaps
of
acquisition
.
Caddis-women
...
.
"
Trafford
ceased
to
listen
,
he
helped
himself
to
a
cigar
and
pinched
its
end
and
lit
it
,
while
his
mind
went
off
to
gnaw
at
:
"
A
beautiful
woman
should
be
beautifully
dressed
,
"
as
a
dog
retires
with
a
bone
.
He
could
n't
escape
from
its
shining
truth
,
and
withal
it
was
devastating
to
all
the
purposes
of
his
life
.
He
rejected
the
word
orientalism
;
what
he
was
dealing
with
here
was
chivalry
.
"
All
this
,
"
was
indeed
,
under
the
thinnest
of
disguises
,
the
castle
and
the
pavilion
,
and
Lee
and
Solomonson
were
valiant
knights
,
who
entered
the
lists
not
indeed
with
spear
and
shield
but
with
prospectus
and
ingenious
enterprise
,
who
drew
cheques
instead
of
swords
for
their
ladies
'
honour
,
who
held
"
all
that
"
in
fee
and
subjection
that
these
exquisite
and
wonderful
beings
should
flower
in
rich
perfection
.
All
these
women
lived
in
a
magic
security
and
abundance
,
far
above
the
mire
and
adventure
of
the
world
;
their
knights
went
upon
quests
for
them
and
returned
with
villas
and
pictures
and
diamonds
and
historical
pearls
.
And
not
one
of
them
all
was
so
beautiful
a
being
as
his
Marjorie
,
whom
he
made
his
squaw
,
whom
he
expected
to
aid
and
follow
him
,
and
suffer
uncomplainingly
the
rough
services
of
the
common
life
.
Not
one
was
half
so
beautiful
as
Marjorie
,
nor
half
so
sweet
and
wonderful
...
.
If
such
thoughts
came
in
Lee
's
villa
,
they
returned
with
redoubled
force
when
Trafford
found
himself
packed
painfully
with
Marjorie
in
the
night
train
to
Paris
.
His
head
ached
with
the
rattle
and
suffocation
of
the
train
,
and
he
knew
hers
must
ache
more
.
The
windows
of
the
compartment
and
the
door
were
all
closed
,
the
litigious
little
commercial
traveller
in
shiny
grey
had
insisted
upon
that
,
there
was
no
corner
seat
either
for
Marjorie
or
himself
,
the
dim
big
package
over
her
head
swayed
threateningly
.
The
green
shade
over
the
light
kept
opening
with
the
vibration
of
the
train
,
the
pallid
old
gentleman
with
the
beard
had
twisted
himself
into
a
ghastly
resemblance
to
a
broken-necked
corpse
,
and
pressed
his
knees
hard
and
stiffly
against
Trafford
,
and
the
small
,
sniffing
,
bow-legged
little
boy
beside
the
rusty
widow
woman
in
the
corner
smelt
mysteriously
and
penetratingly
of
Roquefort
cheese
.
For
the
seventeenth
time
the
little
commercial
traveller
jumped
up
with
an
unbecoming
expletive
,
and
pulled
the
shade
over
the
light
,
and
the
silent
young
man
in
the
fourth
corner
stirred
and
readjusted
his
legs
.
For
a
time
until
the
crack
of
light
overhead
had
widened
again
every
one
became
a
dark
head-dangling
outline
...
.
He
watched
the
dim
shape
before
him
and
noted
the
weary
droop
of
her
pose
.
He
wished
he
had
brought
water
.
He
was
intolerably
thirsty
,
and
his
thirst
gave
him
the
measure
of
hers
.
This
jolting
fœtid
compartment
was
a
horrible
place
for
her
,
an
intolerably
horrible
place
.
And
she
was
standing
it
,
for
all
her
manifest
suffering
,
with
infinite
gallantry
and
patience
.
What
a
gallant
soul
indeed
she
was
!
Whatever
else
she
did
she
never
failed
to
rise
to
a
challenge
.
Her
very
extravagance
that
had
tried
their
lives
so
sorely
was
perhaps
just
one
aspect
of
that
same
quality
.
It
is
so
easy
to
be
saving
if
one
is
timid
;
so
hard
if
one
is
unaccustomed
to
fear
.
How
beautiful
she
had
shone
at
times
in
the
lights
and
glitter
of
that
house
behind
there
,
and
now
she
was
back
in
her
weather-stained
tweeds
again
,
like
a
shining
sword
thrust
back
into
a
rusty
old
sheath
.
Was
it
fair
that
she
should
come
back
into
the
sheath
because
of
this
passion
of
his
for
a
vast
inexhaustible
research
?
He
had
never
asked
himself
before
if
it
was
fair
to
assume
she
would
follow
his
purpose
and
his
fortunes
.
He
had
taken
that
for
granted
.
And
she
too
had
taken
that
for
granted
,
which
was
so
generously
splendid
of
her
.
All
her
disloyalties
had
been
unintentional
,
indeed
almost
instinctive
,
breaches
of
her
subordination
to
this
aim
which
was
his
alone
.
These
breaches
he
realized
had
been
the
reality
of
her
nature
fighting
against
her
profoundest
resolutions
.
He
wondered
what
Lee
must
think
of
this
sort
of
married
life
.
How
ugly
and
selfish
it
must
seem
from
that
point
of
view
.
He
perceived
for
the
first
time
the
fundamental
incongruity
of
Marjorie
's
position
,
she
was
made
to
shine
,
elaborately
prepared
and
trained
to
shine
,
desiring
keenly
to
shine
,
and
then
imprisoned
and
hidden
in
the
faded
obscurity
of
a
small
,
poor
home
.
How
conspicuously
,
how
extremely
he
must
be
wanting
in
just
that
sort
of
chivalry
in
which
Lee
excelled
!
Those
business
men
lived
for
their
women
to
an
extent
he
had
hitherto
scarcely
dreamt
of
doing
...
.
His
want
of
chivalry
was
beyond
dispute
.
And
was
there
not
also
an
extraordinary
egotism
in
this
concentration
upon
his
own
purposes
,
a
self-esteem
,
a
vanity
?
Had
her
life
no
rights
?
Suppose
now
he
were
to
give
her
—
two
years
,
three
years
perhaps
of
his
life
—
altogether
.
Or
even
four
.
Was
it
too
much
to
grudge
her
four
?
Solomonson
had
been
at
his
old
theme
with
him
,
a
theme
the
little
man
had
never
relinquished
since
their
friendship
first
began
years
ago
,
possibilities
of
a
business
alliance
and
the
application
of
a
mind
of
exceptional
freshness
and
penetration
to
industrial
development
.
Why
should
n't
that
be
tried
?
Why
not
"
make
money
"
for
a
brief
strenuous
time
,
and
then
come
back
,
when
Marjorie
's
pride
and
comfort
were
secure
?
...
(
Poor
dear
,
how
weary
she
looked
!
)
He
wondered
how
much
more
remained
of
this
appalling
night
.
It
would
have
made
so
little
difference
if
they
had
taken
the
day
train
and
travelled
first-class
.
Was
n't
she
indeed
entitled
to
travel
first-class
?
Pictures
of
the
immense
spaciousness
,
the
softness
,
cleanliness
and
dignity
of
first-class
compartments
appeared
in
his
mind
...
.
He
would
have
looked
at
his
watch
,
but
to
get
at
it
would
mean
disturbing
the
silent
young
man
on
his
left
.
Outside
in
the
corridor
there
broke
out
a
noisy
dispute
about
a
missing
coupon
,
a
dispute
in
that
wonderful
language
that
is
known
to
the
facetious
as
entente
cordiale
,
between
an
Englishman
and
the
conductor
of
the
train
...
.
In
Paris
there
was
a
dispute
with
an
extortionate
cabman
,
and
the
crossing
from
Dieppe
to
Newhaven
was
rough
and
bitterly
cold
.
They
were
both
ill.
They
reached
home
very
dirty
and
weary
,
and
among
the
pile
of
letters
and
papers
on
Trafford
's
desk
was
a
big
bundle
of
Science
Note
proofs
,
and
two
letters
from
Croydon
and
Pinner
to
alter
the
hours
of
his
lectures
for
various
plausible
and
irritating
reasons
.
The
little
passage
looked
very
small
and
rather
bare
as
the
door
shut
behind
them
,
and
the
worn
places
that
had
begun
to
be
conspicuous
during
the
last
six
months
,
and
which
they
had
forgotten
during
the
Swiss
holiday
,
reasserted
themselves
.
The
dining-room
,
after
spacious
rooms
flooded
with
sunshine
,
betrayed
how
dark
it
was
,
and
how
small
.
Those
Bokhara
embroideries
that
had
once
shone
so
splendid
,
now
,
after
Mrs.
Lee
's
rich
and
unlimited
harmonies
,
seemed
skimpy
and
insufficient
,
mere
loin-cloths
for
the
artistic
nakedness
of
the
home
.
They
felt
,
too
,
they
were
beginning
to
find
out
their
post-impressionist
picture
.
They
had
not
remembered
it
as
nearly
so
crude
as
it
now
appeared
.
The
hole
a
flying
coal
had
burnt
in
the
unevenly
faded
dark-blue
carpet
looked
larger
than
it
had
ever
done
before
,
and
was
indeed
the
only
thing
that
did
n't
appear
faded
and
shrunken
.
The
atmosphere
of
the
Lees
'
villa
had
disturbed
Marjorie
's
feelings
and
ideas
even
more
than
it
had
Trafford
's
.
She
came
back
struggling
to
recover
those
high
resolves
that
had
seemed
so
secure
when
they
had
walked
down
to
Les
Avantes
.
There
was
a
curiously
tormenting
memory
of
that
vast
,
admirable
nursery
,
and
the
princely
procession
of
children
that
would
not
leave
her
mind
.
No
effort
of
her
reason
could
reconcile
her
to
the
inferiority
of
Margharita
's
equipment
.
She
had
a
detestable
craving
for
a
uniform
for
May
.
But
May
was
going
...
.
But
indeed
she
was
not
so
sure
that
May
was
going
.
She
was
no
longer
buoyantly
well
,
she
was
full
of
indefinable
apprehensions
of
weakness
and
failure
.
She
struggled
to
control
an
insurgence
of
emotions
that
rose
out
of
the
deeps
of
her
being
.
She
had
now
,
she
knew
,
to
take
on
her
share
of
the
burden
,
to
become
one
of
the
Samurai
,
to
show
her
love
no
longer
as
a
demand
but
as
a
service
.
Yet
from
day
to
day
she
procrastinated
under
the
shadow
of
apprehended
things
;
she
forebore
to
dismiss
May
,
to
buy
that
second-hand
typewriter
she
needed
,
to
take
any
irrevocable
step
towards
the
realization
of
the
new
way
of
living
.
She
tried
to
think
away
her
fears
,
but
they
would
not
leave
her
.
She
felt
that
Trafford
watched
her
pale
face
with
a
furtive
solicitude
and
wondered
at
her
hesitations
;
she
tried
in
vain
to
seem
cheerful
and
careless
in
his
presence
,
with
an
anxiety
,
with
premonitions
that
grew
daily
.
There
was
no
need
to
worry
him
unduly
...
.
But
soon
the
matter
was
beyond
all
doubting
.
One
night
she
gathered
her
courage
together
suddenly
and
came
down
into
his
study
in
her
dressing-gown
with
her
hair
about
her
shoulders
.
She
opened
the
door
and
her
heart
failed
her
.
"
Rag
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
busily
from
his
desk
,
without
looking
round
.
"
I
want
to
speak
to
you
,
"
she
answered
,
and
came
slowly
,
and
stood
beside
him
silently
.
"
Well
,
old
Marjorie
?
"
he
said
presently
,
drawing
a
little
intricate
pattern
in
the
corner
of
his
blotting
paper
,
and
wondering
whether
this
was
a
matter
of
five
pounds
or
ten
.
"
I
meant
so
well
,
"
she
said
and
caught
herself
back
into
silence
again
.
He
started
at
the
thought
,
at
a
depth
and
meaning
in
her
voice
,
turned
his
chair
about
to
look
at
her
,
and
discovered
she
was
weeping
and
choking
noiselessly
.
He
stood
up
close
to
her
,
moving
very
slowly
and
silently
,
his
eyes
full
of
this
new
surmise
,
and
now
without
word
or
gesture
from
her
he
knew
his
thought
was
right
.
"
My
dear
,
"
he
whispered
.
She
turned
her
face
from
him
.
"
I
meant
so
well
,
"
she
sobbed
.
"
My
dear
!
I
meant
so
well
.
"
Still
with
an
averted
face
her
arms
came
out
to
him
in
a
desperate
,
unreasoning
appeal
for
love
.
He
took
her
and
held
her
close
to
him
.
"
Never
mind
,
dear
,
"
he
said
.
"
Do
n't
mind
.
"
Her
passion
now
was
unconstrained
.
"
I
thought
—
"
he
began
,
and
left
the
thing
unsaid
.
"
But
your
work
,
"
she
said
;
"
your
research
?
"
"
I
must
give
up
research
,
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
,
my
dearest
!
"
"
I
must
give
up
research
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
I
've
been
seeing
it
for
days
.
Clearer
and
clearer
.
This
dear
,
just
settles
things
.
Even
—
as
we
were
coming
home
in
the
train
—
I
was
making
up
my
mind
.
At
Vevey
I
was
talking
to
Solomonson
.
"
"
My
dear
,
"
she
whispered
,
clinging
to
him
.
"
I
talked
to
Solomonson
.
He
had
ideas
—
a
proposal
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
've
left
the
thing
too
long
.
"
He
repeated
.
"
I
must
give
up
research
—
for
years
.
I
ought
to
have
done
it
long
before
.
"
"
I
had
meant
so
well
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
meant
to
work
.
I
meant
to
deny
myself
...
.
"
"
I
'm
glad
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Glad
!
Why
should
you
weep
?
"
It
seemed
nothing
to
him
then
,
that
so
he
should
take
a
long
farewell
to
the
rare
,
sweet
air
of
that
wonderland
his
mind
had
loved
so
dearly
.
All
he
remembered
was
that
Marjorie
was
very
dear
to
him
,
very
dear
to
him
,
and
that
all
her
being
was
now
calling
out
for
him
and
his
strength
.
"
I
had
thought
anyhow
of
giving
up
research
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
This
merely
decides
.
It
happens
to
decide
.
I
love
you
,
dear
.
I
put
my
research
at
your
feet
.
Gladly
.
This
is
the
end
,
and
I
do
not
care
,
my
dear
,
at
all
.
I
do
not
care
at
all
—
seeing
I
have
you
...
.
"
He
stood
beside
her
for
a
moment
,
and
then
sat
down
again
,
sideways
,
upon
his
chair
.
"
It
is
n't
you
,
my
dear
,
or
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
life
that
beats
us
—
that
beautiful
,
irrational
mother
...
.
Life
does
not
care
for
research
or
knowledge
,
but
only
for
life
.
Oh
!
the
world
has
to
go
on
yet
for
tens
of
thousands
of
years
before
—
before
we
are
free
for
that
.
I
've
got
to
fight
—
as
other
men
fight
...
.
"
He
thought
in
silence
for
a
time
,
oddly
regardless
of
her
.
"
But
if
it
was
not
you
,
"
he
said
,
staring
at
the
fireplace
with
knitted
brows
,
"
if
I
did
not
love
you
...
.
Thank
God
,
I
love
you
,
dear
!
Thank
God
,
our
children
are
love
children
!
I
want
to
live
—
to
my
finger-tips
,
but
if
I
did
n't
love
you
—
oh
!
love
you
!
then
I
think
now
—
I
'd
be
glad
—
I
'd
be
glad
,
I
think
,
to
cheat
life
of
her
victory
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
dear
!
"
she
cried
,
and
clung
weeping
to
him
,
and
caught
at
him
and
sat
herself
upon
his
knees
,
and
put
her
arms
about
his
head
,
and
kissed
him
passionately
with
tear-salt
lips
,
with
her
hair
falling
upon
his
face
.
"
My
dear
,
"
she
whispered
...
.
So
soon
as
Trafford
could
spare
an
afternoon
amidst
his
crowded
engagements
he
went
to
talk
to
Solomonson
,
who
was
now
back
in
London
.
"
Solomonson
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
were
talking
about
rubber
at
Vevey
.
"
"
I
remember
,
"
said
Solomonson
with
a
note
of
welcome
.
"
I
've
thought
it
over
.
"
"
I
thought
you
would
.
"
"
I
've
thought
things
over
.
I
'm
going
to
give
up
my
professorship
—
and
science
generally
,
and
come
into
business
—
if
that
is
what
you
are
meaning
.
"
Solomonson
turned
his
paper-weight
round
very
carefully
before
replying
.
Then
he
said
:
"
You
must
n't
give
up
your
professorship
yet
,
Trafford
.
For
the
rest
—
I
'm
glad
.
"
He
reflected
,
and
then
his
bright
eyes
glanced
up
at
Trafford
.
"
I
knew
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
would
.
"
"
I
did
n't
,
"
said
Trafford
.
"
Things
have
happened
since
.
"
"
Something
was
bound
to
happen
.
You
're
too
good
—
for
what
it
gave
you
.
I
did
n't
talk
to
you
out
there
for
nothing
.
I
saw
things
...
.
Let
's
go
into
the
other
room
,
and
smoke
and
talk
it
over
.
"
He
stood
up
as
he
spoke
.
"
I
thought
you
would
,
"
he
repeated
,
leading
the
way
.
"
I
knew
you
would
.
You
see
,
—
one
has
to
.
You
ca
n't
get
out
of
it
.
"
"
It
was
all
very
well
before
you
were
married
,
"
said
Solomonson
,
stopping
short
to
say
it
,
"
but
when
a
man
's
married
he
's
got
to
think
.
He
ca
n't
go
on
devoting
himself
to
his
art
and
his
science
and
all
that
—
not
if
he
's
married
anything
worth
having
.
No.
Oh
,
I
understand
.
He
's
got
to
look
about
him
,
and
forget
the
distant
prospect
for
a
bit
.
I
saw
you
'd
come
to
it
.
I
came
to
it
.
Had
to
.
I
had
ambitions
—
just
as
you
have
.
I
've
always
had
an
inclination
to
do
a
bit
of
research
on
my
own
.
I
like
it
,
you
know
.
Oh
!
I
could
have
done
things
.
I
'm
sure
I
could
have
done
things
.
I
'm
not
a
born
money-maker
.
But
—
—
.
"
He
became
very
close
and
confidential
.
"
It
's
—
—
them
.
You
said
good-bye
to
science
for
a
bit
when
you
flopped
me
down
on
that
old
croquet-lawn
,
Trafford
.
"
He
went
off
to
reminiscences
.
"
Lord
,
how
we
went
over
!
No
more
aviation
for
me
,
Trafford
!
"
He
arranged
chairs
,
and
produced
cigars
.
"
After
all
—
this
of
course
—
it
's
interesting
.
Once
you
get
into
the
movement
of
it
,
it
takes
hold
of
you
.
It
's
a
game
.
"
"
I
've
thought
over
all
you
said
,
"
Trafford
began
,
using
premeditated
phrases
.
"
Bluntly
—
I
want
three
thousand
a
year
,
and
I
do
n't
make
eight
hundred
.
It
's
come
home
to
me
.
I
'm
going
to
have
another
child
.
"
Solomonson
gesticulated
a
congratulation
.
"
All
the
same
,
I
hate
dropping
research
.
It
's
stuff
I
'm
made
to
do
.
About
that
,
Solomonson
,
I
'm
almost
superstitious
.
I
could
say
I
had
a
call
...
.
It
's
the
maddest
state
of
affairs
!
Now
that
I
'm
doing
absolutely
my
best
work
for
mankind
,
work
I
firmly
believe
no
one
else
can
do
,
I
just
manage
to
get
six
hundred
—
nearly
two
hundred
of
my
eight
hundred
is
my
own
.
What
does
the
world
think
I
could
do
better
—
that
would
be
worth
four
times
as
much
.
"
"
The
world
does
n't
think
anything
at
all
about
it
,
"
said
Solomonson
.
"
Suppose
it
did
!
"
The
thought
struck
Sir
Rupert
.
He
knitted
his
brows
and
looked
hard
obliquely
at
the
smoke
of
his
cigar
.
"
Oh
,
it
wo
n't
,
"
he
said
,
rejecting
a
disagreeable
idea
.
"
There
is
n't
any
world
—
not
in
that
sense
.
That
's
the
mistake
you
make
,
Trafford
.
"
"
It
's
not
what
your
work
is
worth
,
"
he
explained
.
"
It
's
what
your
advantages
can
get
for
you
.
People
are
always
going
about
supposing
—
just
what
you
suppose
—
that
people
ought
to
get
paid
in
proportion
to
the
good
they
do
.
It
's
forgetting
what
the
world
is
,
to
do
that
.
Very
likely
some
day
civilization
will
get
to
that
,
but
it
has
n't
got
to
it
yet
.
It
is
n't
going
to
get
to
it
for
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
years
.
"
His
manner
became
confidential
.
"
Civilization
's
just
a
fight
,
Trafford
—
just
as
savagery
is
a
fight
,
and
being
a
wild
beast
is
a
fight
,
—
only
you
have
paddeder
gloves
on
and
there
's
more
rules
.
We
are
n't
out
for
everybody
,
we
're
out
for
ourselves
—
and
a
few
friends
perhaps
—
within
limits
.
It
's
no
good
hurrying
ahead
and
pretending
civilization
's
something
else
,
when
it
is
n't
.
That
's
where
all
these
socialists
and
people
come
a
howler
.
Oh
,
I
know
the
Socialists
.
I
see
'
em
at
my
wife
's
At
Homes
.
They
come
along
with
the
literary
people
and
the
artists
'
wives
and
the
actors
and
actresses
,
and
none
of
them
take
much
account
of
me
because
I
'm
just
a
business
man
and
rather
dark
and
short
,
and
so
I
get
a
chance
of
looking
at
them
from
the
side
that
is
n't
on
show
while
the
other
's
turned
to
the
women
,
and
they
're
just
as
fighting
as
the
rest
of
us
,
only
they
humbug
more
and
they
do
n't
seem
to
me
to
have
a
decent
respect
for
any
of
the
common
rules
.
And
that
's
about
what
it
all
comes
to
,
Trafford
.
"
Sir
Rupert
paused
,
and
Trafford
was
about
to
speak
when
the
former
resumed
again
,
his
voice
very
earnest
,
his
eyes
shining
with
purpose
.
He
liked
Trafford
,
and
he
was
doing
his
utmost
to
make
a
convincing
confession
of
the
faith
that
was
in
him
.
"
It
's
when
it
comes
to
the
women
,
"
said
Sir
Rupert
,
"
that
one
finds
it
out
.
That
's
where
you
've
found
it
out
.
You
say
,
I
'm
going
to
devote
my
life
to
the
service
of
Humanity
in
general
.
You
'll
find
Humanity
in
particular
,
in
the
shape
of
all
the
fine
,
beautiful
,
delightful
and
desirable
women
you
come
across
,
preferring
a
narrower
turn
of
devotion
.
See
?
That
's
all
.
Caeteris
paribus
,
of
course
.
That
's
what
I
found
out
,
and
that
's
what
you
've
found
out
,
and
that
's
what
everybody
with
any
sense
in
his
head
finds
out
,
and
there
you
are
.
"
"
You
put
it
—
graphically
,
"
said
Trafford
.
"
I
feel
it
graphically
.
I
may
be
all
sorts
of
things
,
but
I
do
know
a
fact
when
I
see
it
.
I
'm
here
with
a
few
things
I
want
and
a
woman
or
so
I
have
and
want
to
keep
,
and
the
kids
upstairs
,
bless
'
em
!
and
I
'm
in
league
with
all
the
others
who
want
the
same
sort
of
things
.
Against
any
one
or
anything
that
upsets
us
.
We
stand
by
the
law
and
each
other
,
and
that
's
what
it
all
amounts
to
.
That
's
as
far
as
my
patch
of
Humanity
goes
.
Humanity
at
large
!
Humanity
be
blowed
!
Look
at
it
!
It
is
n't
that
I
'm
hostile
to
Humanity
,
mind
you
,
but
that
I
'm
not
disposed
to
go
under
as
I
should
do
if
I
did
n't
say
that
.
So
I
say
it
.
And
that
's
about
all
it
is
,
and
there
you
are
.
"
He
regarded
Trafford
over
his
cigar
,
drawing
fiercely
at
it
for
some
moments
.
Then
seeing
Trafford
on
the
point
of
speaking
,
he
snatched
it
from
his
lips
,
demanded
silence
by
waving
it
at
his
hearer
,
and
went
on
.
"
I
say
all
this
in
order
to
dispose
of
any
idea
that
you
can
keep
up
the
open-minded
tell-everybody-every-thing
scientific
attitude
if
you
come
into
business
.
You
ca
n't
.
Put
business
in
two
words
and
what
is
it
?
Keeping
something
from
somebody
else
,
and
making
him
pay
for
it
—
"
"
Oh
,
look
here
!
"
protested
Trafford
.
"
That
's
not
the
whole
of
business
.
"
"
There
's
making
him
want
it
,
of
course
,
advertisement
and
all
that
,
but
that
falls
under
making
him
pay
for
it
,
really
.
"
"
But
a
business
man
organizes
public
services
,
consolidates
,
economizes
.
"
Sir
Rupert
made
his
mouth
look
very
wide
by
sucking
in
the
corners
.
"
Incidentally
,
"
he
said
,
and
added
after
a
judicious
pause
:
"
Sometimes
...
I
thought
we
were
talking
of
making
money
.
"
"
Go
on
,
"
said
Trafford
.
"
You
set
me
thinking
,
"
said
Solomonson
.
"
It
's
the
thing
I
always
like
about
you
.
I
tell
you
,
Trafford
,
I
do
n't
believe
that
the
majority
of
people
who
make
money
help
civilization
forward
any
more
than
the
smoke
that
comes
out
of
the
engine
helps
the
train
forward
.
If
you
put
it
to
me
,
I
do
n't
.
I
've
got
no
illusions
of
that
sort
.
They
're
about
as
much
help
as
—
fat
.
They
accumulate
because
things
happen
to
be
arranged
so
.
"
"
Things
will
be
arranged
better
some
day
.
"
"
They
are
n't
arranged
better
now
.
Grip
that
!
Now
,
it
's
a
sort
of
paradox
.
If
you
've
got
big
gifts
and
you
choose
to
help
forward
the
world
,
if
you
choose
to
tell
all
you
know
and
give
away
everything
you
can
do
in
the
way
of
work
,
you
've
got
to
give
up
the
ideas
of
wealth
and
security
,
and
that
means
fine
women
and
children
.
You
've
got
to
be
a
deprived
sort
of
man
.
'
All
right
,
'
you
say
,
'
That
's
me
!
'
But
how
about
your
wife
being
a
deprived
sort
of
woman
?
Eh
?
That
's
where
it
gets
you
!
And
meanwhile
,
you
know
,
while
you
make
your
sacrifices
and
do
your
researches
,
there
'll
be
little
mean
sharp
active
beasts
making
money
all
over
you
like
maggots
on
a
cheese
.
And
if
everybody
who
'd
got
gifts
and
altruistic
ideas
gave
themselves
up
to
it
,
then
evidently
only
the
mean
and
greedy
lot
would
breed
and
have
the
glory
.
They
'd
get
everything
.
Every
blessed
thing
.
There
would
n't
be
an
option
they
did
n't
hold
.
And
the
other
chaps
would
produce
the
art
and
the
science
and
the
literature
,
as
far
as
the
men
who
'd
got
hold
of
things
would
let
'
em
,
and
perish
out
of
the
earth
altogether
...
.
There
you
are
!
Still
,
that
's
how
things
are
made
...
.
"
"
But
it
is
n't
worth
it
.
It
is
n't
worth
extinguishing
oneself
in
order
to
make
a
world
for
those
others
,
anyhow
.
Them
and
their
children
.
Is
it
?
Eh
?
It
's
like
building
a
temple
for
flies
to
buzz
in
...
.
There
is
such
a
thing
as
a
personal
side
to
Eugenics
,
you
know
.
"
Solomonson
reflected
over
the
end
of
his
cigar
.
"
It
is
n't
good
enough
,
"
he
concluded
.
"
You
're
infernally
right
,
"
said
Trafford
.
"
Very
well
,
"
said
Solomonson
,
"
and
now
we
can
get
to
business
.
"
The
immediate
business
was
the
systematic
exploitation
of
the
fact
that
Trafford
had
worked
out
the
problem
of
synthesizing
indiarubber
.
He
had
done
so
with
an
entire
indifference
to
the
commercial
possibilities
of
the
case
,
because
he
had
been
irritated
by
the
enormous
publicity
given
to
Behrens
'
assertion
that
he
had
achieved
this
long-sought
end
.
Of
course
the
production
of
artificial
rubbers
and
rubber-like
substances
had
been
one
of
the
activities
of
the
synthetic
chemist
for
many
years
,
from
the
appearance
of
Tilden
's
isoprene
rubber
onward
,
and
there
was
already
a
formidable
list
of
collaterals
,
dimethybutadiene
,
and
so
forth
,
by
which
the
coveted
goal
could
be
approached
.
Behrens
had
boldly
added
to
this
list
as
his
own
a
number
of
variations
upon
a
theme
of
Trafford
's
,
originally
designed
to
settle
certain
curiosities
about
elasticity
.
Behrens
'
products
were
not
only
more
massively
rubber-like
than
anything
that
had
gone
before
them
,
but
also
extremely
cheap
to
produce
,
and
his
bold
announcement
of
success
had
produced
a
check
in
rubber
sales
and
widespread
depression
in
the
quiveringly
sensitive
market
of
plantation
shares
.
Solomonson
had
consulted
Trafford
about
this
matter
at
Vevey
,
and
had
heard
with
infinite
astonishment
that
Trafford
had
already
roughly
prepared
and
was
proposing
to
complete
and
publish
,
unpatented
and
absolutely
unprotected
,
first
a
smashing
demonstration
of
the
unsoundness
of
Behrens
'
claim
and
then
a
lucid
exposition
of
just
what
had
to
be
done
and
what
could
be
done
to
make
an
indiarubber
absolutely
indistinguishable
from
the
natural
product
.
The
business
man
could
not
believe
his
ears
.
"
My
dear
chap
,
positively
—
you
must
n't
,
"
Solomonson
had
screamed
,
and
he
had
opened
his
fingers
and
humped
his
shoulders
and
for
all
his
public
school
and
university
training
lapsed
undisguisedly
into
the
Oriental
.
"
Do
n't
you
see
all
you
are
throwing
away
?
"
he
squealed
.
"
I
suppose
it
's
our
quality
to
throw
such
things
away
,
"
said
Trafford
,
when
at
last
Solomonson
's
point
of
view
became
clear
to
him
.
They
had
embarked
upon
a
long
rambling
discussion
of
that
issue
of
publication
,
a
discussion
they
were
now
taking
up
again
.
"
When
men
dropped
that
idea
of
concealing
knowledge
,
alchemist
gave
place
to
chemist
,
"
said
Trafford
,
"
and
all
that
is
worth
having
in
modern
life
,
all
that
makes
it
better
and
safer
and
more
hopeful
than
the
ancient
life
,
began
.
"
"
My
dear
fellow
,
"
said
Solomonson
,
"
I
know
,
I
know
.
But
to
give
away
the
synthesis
of
rubber
!
To
just
shove
it
out
of
the
window
into
the
street
!
Gare
l'eau
!
O
!
And
when
you
could
do
with
so
much
too
!
"
...
.
Now
they
resumed
the
divergent
threads
of
that
Vevey
talk
.
Solomonson
had
always
entertained
the
warmest
friendship
and
admiration
for
Trafford
,
and
it
was
no
new
thing
that
he
should
desire
a
business
co-operation
.
He
had
been
working
for
that
in
the
old
days
at
Riplings
;
he
had
never
altogether
let
the
possibility
drop
out
of
sight
between
them
in
spite
of
Trafford
's
repudiations
.
He
believed
himself
to
be
a
scientific
man
turned
to
business
,
but
indeed
his
whole
passion
was
for
organization
and
finance
.
He
knew
he
could
do
everything
but
originate
,
and
in
Trafford
he
recognized
just
that
rare
combination
of
an
obstinate
and
penetrating
simplicity
with
constructive
power
which
is
the
essential
blend
in
the
making
of
great
intellectual
initiatives
.
To
Trafford
belonged
the
secret
of
novel
and
unsuspected
solutions
;
what
were
fixed
barriers
and
unsurmountable
conditions
to
trained
investigators
and
commonplace
minds
,
would
yield
to
his
gift
of
magic
inquiry
.
He
could
startle
the
accepted
error
into
self-betrayal
.
Other
men
might
play
the
game
of
business
infinitely
better
than
he
—
Solomonson
knew
,
indeed
,
quite
well
that
he
himself
could
play
the
game
infinitely
better
than
Trafford
—
but
it
rested
with
Trafford
by
right
divine
of
genius
to
alter
the
rules
.
If
only
he
could
be
induced
to
alter
the
rules
secretly
,
unostentatiously
,
on
a
business
footing
,
instead
of
making
catastrophic
plunges
into
publicity
!
And
everything
that
had
made
Trafford
up
to
the
day
of
his
marriage
was
antagonistic
to
such
strategic
reservations
.
The
servant
of
science
has
as
such
no
concern
with
personal
consequences
;
his
business
is
the
steady
,
relentless
clarification
of
knowledge
.
The
human
affairs
he
changes
,
the
wealth
he
makes
or
destroys
,
are
no
concern
of
his
;
once
these
things
weigh
with
him
,
become
primary
,
he
has
lost
his
honour
as
a
scientific
man
.
"
But
you
must
think
of
consequences
,
"
Solomonson
had
cried
during
those
intermittent
talks
at
Vevey
.
"
Here
you
are
,
shying
this
cheap
synthetic
rubber
of
yours
into
the
world
—
for
it
's
bound
to
be
cheap
!
any
one
can
see
that
—
like
a
bomb
into
a
market-place
.
What
's
the
good
of
saying
you
do
n't
care
about
the
market-place
,
that
your
business
is
just
to
make
bombs
and
drop
them
out
of
the
window
?
You
smash
up
things
just
the
same
.
Why
!
you
'll
ruin
hundreds
and
thousands
of
people
,
people
living
on
rubber
shares
,
people
working
in
plantations
,
old
,
inadaptable
workers
in
rubber
works
...
.
"
Sir
Rupert
was
now
still
a
little
incredulous
of
Trafford
's
change
of
purpose
,
and
for
a
time
argued
conceded
points
.
Then
slowly
he
came
to
the
conditions
and
methods
of
the
new
relationship
.
He
sketched
out
a
scheme
of
co-operation
and
understandings
between
his
firm
and
Trafford
,
between
them
both
and
his
associated
group
in
the
city
.
Behrens
was
to
have
rope
and
produce
his
slump
in
plantation
shares
,
then
Trafford
was
to
publish
his
criticism
of
Behrens
,
reserving
only
that
catalytic
process
which
was
his
own
originality
,
the
process
that
was
to
convert
the
inert
,
theoretically
correct
synthetic
rubber
,
with
a
mysterious
difference
in
the
quality
of
its
phases
,
into
the
real
right
thing
.
With
Behrens
exploded
,
plantation
shares
would
recover
,
and
while
their
friends
in
the
city
manipulated
that
,
Trafford
would
resign
his
professorship
and
engage
himself
to
an
ostentatious
promotion
syndicate
for
the
investigation
of
synthetic
rubber
.
His
discovery
would
follow
immediately
the
group
had
cleared
itself
of
plantation
shares
;
indeed
he
could
begin
planning
the
necessary
works
forthwith
;
the
large
scale
operations
in
the
process
were
to
be
protected
as
far
as
possible
by
patents
,
but
its
essential
feature
,
the
addition
of
a
specific
catalytic
agent
,
could
be
safely
dealt
with
as
a
secret
process
.
"
I
hate
secrecy
,
"
said
Trafford
.
"
Business
,
"
interjected
Solomonson
,
and
went
on
with
his
exposition
of
the
relative
advantages
of
secrecy
and
patent
rights
.
It
was
all
a
matter
of
just
how
many
people
you
had
to
trust
.
As
that
number
increased
,
the
more
and
more
advisable
did
it
become
to
put
your
cards
on
the
table
and
risk
the
complex
uncertain
protection
of
the
patent
law
.
They
went
into
elaborate
calculations
,
clerks
were
called
upon
to
hunt
up
facts
and
prices
,
and
the
table
was
presently
littered
with
waste
arithmetic
.
"
I
believe
we
can
do
the
stuff
at
tenpence
a
pound
,
"
said
Solomonson
,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
at
last
,
and
rattling
his
fountain
pen
between
his
teeth
,
"
so
soon
,
that
is
,
as
we
deal
in
quantity
.
Tenpence
!
We
can
lower
the
price
and
spread
the
market
,
sixpence
by
sixpence
.
In
the
end
—
there
wo
n't
be
any
more
plantations
.
Have
to
grow
tea
...
.
I
say
,
let
's
have
an
invalid
dinner
of
chicken
and
champagne
,
and
go
on
with
this
.
It
's
fascinating
.
You
can
telephone
.
"
They
dined
together
,
and
Solomonson
on
champagne
rather
than
chicken
.
His
mind
,
which
had
never
shown
an
instant
's
fatigue
,
began
to
glow
and
sparkle
.
This
enterprise
,
he
declared
,
was
to
be
only
the
first
of
a
series
of
vigorous
exploitations
.
The
whole
thing
warmed
him
.
He
would
rather
make
ten
thousand
by
such
developments
,
than
a
hundred
thousand
by
mere
speculation
.
Trafford
had
but
scratched
the
surface
of
his
mine
of
knowledge
.
"
Let
's
think
of
other
things
,
"
said
Sir
Rupert
Solomonson
.
"
Diamonds
!
No
!
They
've
got
too
many
tons
stowed
away
already
.
A
diamond
now
—
it
's
an
absolutely
artificial
value
.
At
any
time
a
new
discovery
and
one
wild
proprietor
might
bust
that
show
.
Lord
!
—
diamonds
!
Metals
?
Of
course
you
've
worked
the
colloids
chiefly
.
I
suppose
there
's
been
more
done
in
metals
and
alloys
than
anywhere
.
There
's
a
lot
of
other
substances
.
Business
has
hardly
begun
to
touch
substances
yet
,
you
know
,
Trafford
—
flexible
glass
,
for
example
,
and
things
like
that
.
So
far
we
've
always
taken
substances
for
granted
.
On
our
side
,
I
mean
.
It
's
extraordinary
how
narrow
the
outlook
of
business
and
finance
is
—
still
.
It
never
seems
to
lead
to
things
,
never
thinks
ahead
.
In
this
case
of
rubber
,
for
example
—
—
"
"
When
men
fight
for
their
own
hands
and
for
profit
and
position
in
the
next
ten
years
or
so
,
I
suppose
they
tend
to
become
narrow
.
"
"
I
suppose
they
must
.
"
Sir
Rupert
's
face
glowed
with
a
new
idea
,
and
his
voice
dropped
a
little
lower
.
"
But
what
a
pull
they
get
,
Trafford
,
if
perhaps
—
they
do
n't
,
eh
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Trafford
with
a
smile
and
a
sigh
,
"
the
other
sort
gets
the
pull
.
"
"
Not
this
time
,
"
said
Solomonson
;
"
not
with
you
to
spot
processes
and
me
to
figure
out
the
cost
—
"
he
waved
his
hands
to
the
litter
that
had
been
removed
to
a
side
table
—
"
and
generally
see
how
the
business
end
of
things
is
going
...
.
"
BOOK
THE
THIRD
MARJORIE
AT
LONELY
HUT
CHAPTER
THE
FIRST
Successes
I
find
it
hard
to
trace
the
accumulation
of
moods
and
feelings
that
led
Trafford
and
Marjorie
at
last
to
make
their
extraordinary
raid
upon
Labrador
.
In
a
week
more
things
happen
in
the
thoughts
of
such
a
man
as
Trafford
,
changes
,
revocations
,
deflections
,
than
one
can
chronicle
in
the
longest
of
novels
.
I
have
already
in
an
earlier
passage
of
this
story
sought
to
give
an
image
of
the
confused
content
of
a
modern
human
mind
,
but
that
pool
was
to
represent
a
girl
of
twenty
,
and
Trafford
now
was
a
man
of
nearly
thirty-five
,
and
touching
life
at
a
hundred
points
for
one
of
the
undergraduate
Marjorie
's
.
Perhaps
that
made
him
less
confused
,
but
it
certainly
made
him
fuller
.
Let
me
attempt
therefore
only
the
broad
outline
of
his
changes
of
purpose
and
activity
until
I
come
to
the
crucial
mood
that
made
these
two
lives
a
little
worth
telling
about
,
amidst
the
many
thousands
of
such
lives
that
people
are
living
to-day
...
.
It
took
him
seven
years
from
his
conclusive
agreement
with
Solomonson
to
become
a
rich
and
influential
man
.
It
took
him
only
seven
years
,
because
already
by
the
mere
accidents
of
intellectual
interest
he
was
in
possession
of
knowledge
of
the
very
greatest
economic
importance
,
and
because
Solomonson
was
full
of
that
practical
loyalty
and
honesty
that
distinguishes
his
race
.
I
think
that
in
any
case
Trafford
's
vigor
and
subtlety
of
mind
would
have
achieved
the
prosperity
he
had
found
necessary
to
himself
,
but
it
might
have
been
,
under
less
favorable
auspices
,
a
much
longer
and
more
tortuous
struggle
.
Success
and
security
were
never
so
abundant
nor
so
easily
attained
by
men
with
capacity
and
a
sense
of
proportion
as
they
are
in
the
varied
and
flexible
world
of
to-day
.
We
live
in
an
affluent
age
with
a
nearly
incredible
continuous
fresh
increment
of
power
pouring
in
from
mechanical
invention
,
and
compared
with
our
own
,
most
other
periods
have
been
meagre
and
anxious
and
hard-up
times
.
Our
problems
are
constantly
less
the
problems
of
submission
and
consolation
and
continually
more
problems
of
opportunity
...
.
Trafford
found
the
opening
campaign
,
the
operation
with
the
plantation
shares
and
his
explosion
of
Behrens
'
pretensions
extremely
uncongenial
.
It
left
upon
his
mind
a
confused
series
of
memories
of
interviews
and
talks
in
offices
for
the
most
part
dingy
and
slovenly
,
of
bales
of
press-cuttings
and
blue-pencilled
financial
publications
,
of
unpleasing
encounters
with
a
number
of
bright-eyed
,
flushed
,
excitable
and
extremely
cunning
men
,
of
having
to
be
reserved
and
limited
in
his
talk
upon
all
occasions
,
and
of
all
the
worst
aspects
of
Solomonson
.
All
that
part
of
the
new
treatment
of
life
that
was
to
make
him
rich
gave
him
sensations
as
though
he
had
ceased
to
wash
himself
mentally
,
until
he
regretted
his
old
life
in
his
laboratory
as
a
traveller
in
a
crowded
night
train
among
filthy
people
might
regret
the
bathroom
he
had
left
behind
him
...
.
But
the
development
of
his
manufacture
of
rubber
was
an
entirely
different
business
,
and
for
a
time
profoundly
interesting
.
It
took
him
into
a
new
astonishing
world
,
the
world
of
large-scale
manufacture
and
industrial
organization
.
The
actual
planning
of
the
works
was
not
in
itself
anything
essentially
new
to
him
.
So
far
as
all
that
went
it
was
scarcely
more
than
the
problem
of
arranging
an
experiment
upon
a
huge
and
permanent
scale
,
and
all
that
quick
ingenuity
,
that
freshness
and
directness
of
mind
that
had
made
his
purely
scientific
work
so
admirable
had
ample
and
agreeable
scope
.
Even
the
importance
of
cost
and
economy
at
every
point
in
the
process
involved
no
system
of
considerations
that
was
altogether
novel
to
him
.
The
British
investigator
knows
only
too
well
the
necessity
for
husbanded
material
and
inexpensive
substitutes
.
But
strange
factors
came
in
,
a
new
region
of
interest
was
opened
with
the
fact
that
instead
of
one
experimenter
working
with
the
alert
responsive
assistance
of
Durgan
,
a
multitude
of
human
beings
—
even
in
the
first
drafts
of
his
project
they
numbered
already
two
hundred
,
before
the
handling
and
packing
could
be
considered
—
had
to
watch
,
control
,
assist
or
perform
every
stage
in
a
long
elaborate
synthesis
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
Trafford
encountered
the
reality
of
Labour
,
as
it
is
known
to
the
modern
producer
.
It
will
be
difficult
in
the
future
,
when
things
now
subtly
or
widely
separated
have
been
brought
together
by
the
receding
perspectives
of
time
,
for
the
historian
to
realize
just
how
completely
out
of
the
thoughts
of
such
a
young
man
as
Trafford
the
millions
of
people
who
live
and
die
in
organized
productive
industry
had
been
.
That
vast
world
of
toil
and
weekly
anxiety
,
ill-trained
and
stupidly
directed
effort
and
mental
and
moral
feebleness
,
had
been
as
much
beyond
the
living
circle
of
his
experience
as
the
hosts
of
Genghis
Khan
or
the
social
life
of
the
Forbidden
City
.
Consider
the
limitations
of
his
world
.
In
all
his
life
hitherto
he
had
never
been
beyond
a
certain
prescribed
area
of
London
's
immensities
,
except
by
the
most
casual
and
uninstructive
straying
.
He
knew
Chelsea
and
Kensington
and
the
north
bank
and
(
as
a
boy
)
Battersea
Park
,
and
all
the
strip
between
Kensington
and
Charing
Cross
,
with
some
scraps
of
the
Strand
as
far
as
the
Law
Courts
,
a
shop
or
so
in
Tottenham
Court
Road
and
fragments
about
the
British
Museum
and
Holborn
and
Regent
's
Park
,
a
range
up
Edgware
Road
to
Maida
Vale
,
the
routes
west
and
south-west
through
Uxbridge
and
Putney
to
the
country
,
and
Wimbledon
Common
and
Putney
Heath
.
He
had
never
been
on
Hampstead
Heath
nor
visited
the
Botanical
Gardens
nor
gone
down
the
Thames
below
London
Bridge
,
nor
seen
Sydenham
nor
Epping
Forest
nor
the
Victoria
Park
.
Take
a
map
and
blot
all
he
knew
and
see
how
vast
is
the
area
left
untouched
.
All
industrial
London
,
all
wholesale
London
,
great
oceans
of
human
beings
fall
into
that
excluded
area
.
The
homes
he
knew
were
comfortable
homes
,
the
poor
he
knew
were
the
parasitic
and
dependent
poor
of
the
West
,
the
shops
,
good
retail
shops
,
the
factories
for
the
most
part
engaged
in
dressmaking
.
Of
course
he
had
been
informed
about
this
vast
rest
of
London
.
He
knew
that
as
a
matter
of
fact
it
existed
,
was
populous
,
portentous
,
puzzling
.
He
had
heard
of
"
slums
,
"
read
"
Tales
of
Mean
Streets
,
"
and
marvelled
in
a
shallow
transitory
way
at
such
wide
wildernesses
of
life
,
apparently
supported
by
nothing
at
all
in
a
state
of
grey
,
darkling
but
prolific
discomfort
.
Like
the
princess
who
wondered
why
the
people
having
no
bread
did
not
eat
cake
,
he
could
never
clearly
understand
why
the
population
remained
there
,
did
not
migrate
to
more
attractive
surroundings
.
He
had
discussed
the
problems
of
those
wildernesses
as
young
men
do
,
rather
confidently
,
very
ignorantly
,
had
dismissed
them
,
recurred
to
them
,
and
forgotten
them
amidst
a
press
of
other
interests
,
but
now
it
all
suddenly
became
real
to
him
with
the
intensity
of
a
startling
and
intimate
contact
.
He
discovered
this
limitless
,
unknown
,
greater
London
,
this
London
of
the
majority
,
as
if
he
had
never
thought
of
it
before
.
He
went
out
to
inspect
favourable
sites
in
regions
whose
very
names
were
unfamiliar
to
him
,
travelled
on
dirty
little
intraurban
railway
lines
to
hitherto
unimagined
railway
stations
,
found
parks
,
churches
,
workhouses
,
institutions
,
public-houses
,
canals
,
factories
,
gas-works
,
warehouses
,
foundries
and
sidings
,
amidst
a
multitudinous
dinginess
of
mean
houses
,
shabby
back-yards
,
and
ill-kept
streets
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
limits
to
this
thread-bare
side
of
London
,
it
went
on
northward
,
eastward
,
and
over
the
Thames
southward
,
for
mile
after
mile
—
endlessly
.
The
factories
and
so
forth
clustered
in
lines
and
banks
upon
the
means
of
communication
,
the
homes
stretched
between
,
and
infinitude
of
parallelograms
of
grimy
boxes
with
public-houses
at
the
corners
and
churches
and
chapels
in
odd
places
,
towering
over
which
rose
the
council
schools
,
big
,
blunt
,
truncated-looking
masses
,
the
means
to
an
education
as
blunt
and
truncated
,
born
of
tradition
and
confused
purposes
,
achieving
by
accident
what
they
achieve
at
all
.
And
about
this
sordid-looking
wilderness
went
a
population
that
seemed
at
first
as
sordid
.
It
was
in
no
sense
a
tragic
population
.
But
it
saw
little
of
the
sun
,
felt
the
wind
but
rarely
,
and
so
had
a
white
,
dull
skin
that
looked
degenerate
and
ominous
to
a
West-end
eye
.
It
was
not
naked
nor
barefooted
,
but
it
wore
cheap
clothes
that
were
tawdry
when
new
,
and
speedily
became
faded
,
discoloured
,
dusty
,
and
draggled
.
It
was
slovenly
and
almost
wilfully
ugly
in
its
speech
and
gestures
.
And
the
food
it
ate
was
rough
and
coarse
if
abundant
,
the
eggs
it
consumed
"
tasted
"
—
everything
"
tasted
"
;
its
milk
,
its
beer
,
its
bread
was
degraded
by
base
adulterations
,
its
meat
was
hacked
red
stuff
that
hung
in
the
dusty
air
until
it
was
sold
;
east
of
the
city
Trafford
could
find
no
place
where
by
his
standards
he
could
get
a
tolerable
meal
tolerably
served
.
The
entertainment
of
this
eastern
London
was
jingle
,
its
religion
clap-trap
,
its
reading
feeble
and
sensational
rubbish
without
kindliness
or
breadth
.
And
if
this
great
industrial
multitude
was
neither
tortured
nor
driven
nor
cruelly
treated
—
as
the
slaves
and
common
people
of
other
days
have
been
—
yet
it
was
universally
anxious
,
perpetually
anxious
about
urgent
small
necessities
and
petty
dissatisfying
things
...
.
That
was
the
general
effect
of
this
new
region
in
which
he
had
sought
out
and
found
the
fortunate
site
for
his
manufacture
of
rubber
,
and
against
this
background
it
was
that
he
had
now
to
encounter
a
crowd
of
selected
individuals
,
and
weld
them
into
a
harmonious
and
successful
"
process
.
"
They
came
out
from
their
millions
to
him
,
dingy
,
clumsy
,
and
at
first
it
seemed
without
any
individuality
.
Insensibly
they
took
on
character
,
rounded
off
by
unaccustomed
methods
into
persons
as
marked
and
distinctive
as
any
he
had
known
.
There
was
Dowd
,
for
instance
,
the
technical
assistant
,
whom
he
came
to
call
in
his
private
thoughts
Dowd
the
Disinherited
.
Dowd
had
seemed
a
rather
awkward
,
potentially
insubordinate
young
man
of
unaccountably
extensive
and
curiously
limited
attainments
.
He
had
begun
his
career
in
a
crowded
home
behind
and
above
a
baker
's
shop
in
Hoxton
,
he
had
gone
as
a
boy
into
the
works
of
a
Clerkenwell
electric
engineer
,
and
there
he
had
developed
that
craving
for
knowledge
which
is
so
common
in
poor
men
of
the
energetic
type
.
He
had
gone
to
classes
,
read
with
a
sort
of
fury
,
feeding
his
mind
on
the
cheap
and
adulterated
instruction
of
grant-earning
crammers
and
on
stale
,
meretricious
and
ill-chosen
books
;
his
mental
food
indeed
was
the
exact
parallel
of
the
rough
,
abundant
,
cheap
and
nasty
groceries
and
meat
that
gave
the
East-ender
his
spots
and
dyspeptic
complexion
,
the
cheap
text-books
were
like
canned
meat
and
dangerous
with
intellectual
ptomaines
,
the
rascally
encyclopædias
like
weak
and
whitened
bread
,
and
Dowd
's
mental
complexion
,
too
,
was
leaden
and
spotted
.
Yet
essentially
he
was
n't
,
Trafford
found
,
by
any
means
bad
stuff
;
where
his
knowledge
had
had
a
chance
of
touching
reality
it
became
admirable
,
and
he
was
full
of
energy
in
his
work
and
a
sort
of
honest
zeal
about
the
things
of
the
mind
.
The
two
men
grew
from
an
acute
mutual
criticism
into
a
mutual
respect
.
At
first
it
seemed
to
Trafford
that
when
he
met
Dowd
he
was
only
meeting
Dowd
,
but
a
time
came
when
it
seemed
to
him
that
in
meeting
Dowd
he
was
meeting
all
that
vast
new
England
outside
the
range
of
ruling-class
dreams
,
that
multitudinous
greater
England
,
cheaply
treated
,
rather
out
of
health
,
angry
,
energetic
and
now
becoming
intelligent
and
critical
,
that
England
which
organized
industrialism
has
created
.
There
were
nights
when
he
thought
for
hours
about
Dowd
.
Other
figures
grouped
themselves
round
him
—
Markham
,
the
head
clerk
,
the
quintessence
of
East-end
respectability
,
who
saw
to
the
packing
;
Miss
Peckover
,
an
ex-telegraph
operator
,
a
woman
so
entirely
reliable
and
unobservant
that
the
most
betraying
phase
of
the
secret
process
could
be
confidently
entrusted
to
her
hands
.
Behind
them
were
clerks
,
workmen
,
motor-van
men
,
work-girls
,
a
crowd
of
wage-earners
,
from
amidst
which
some
individual
would
assume
temporary
importance
and
interest
by
doing
something
wrong
,
getting
into
trouble
,
becoming
insubordinate
,
and
having
contributed
a
little
vivid
story
to
Trafford
's
gathering
impressions
of
life
,
drop
back
again
into
undistinguished
subordination
.
Dowd
became
at
last
entirely
representative
.
When
first
Trafford
looked
Dowd
in
the
eye
,
he
met
something
of
the
hostile
interest
one
might
encounter
in
a
swordsman
ready
to
begin
a
duel
.
There
was
a
watchfulness
,
an
immense
reserve
.
They
discussed
the
work
and
the
terms
of
their
relationship
,
and
all
the
while
Trafford
felt
there
was
something
almost
threateningly
not
mentioned
.
Presently
he
learnt
from
a
Silvertown
employer
what
that
concealed
aspect
was
.
Dowd
was
"
that
sort
of
man
who
makes
trouble
,
"
disposed
to
strike
rather
than
not
upon
a
grievance
,
with
a
taste
for
open-air
meetings
,
a
member
,
obstinately
adherent
in
spite
of
friendly
remonstrance
,
of
the
Social
Democratic
Party
.
This
in
spite
of
his
clear
duty
to
a
wife
and
two
small
white
knobby
children
.
For
a
time
he
would
not
talk
to
Trafford
of
anything
but
business
—
Trafford
was
so
manifestly
the
enemy
,
not
to
be
trusted
,
the
adventurous
plutocrat
,
the
exploiter
—
when
at
last
Dowd
did
open
out
he
did
so
defiantly
,
throwing
opinions
at
Trafford
as
a
mob
might
hurl
bricks
at
windows
.
At
last
they
achieved
a
sort
of
friendship
and
understanding
,
an
amiability
as
it
were
,
in
hostility
,
but
never
from
first
to
last
would
he
talk
to
Trafford
as
one
gentleman
to
another
;
between
them
,
and
crossed
only
by
flimsy
,
temporary
bridges
,
was
his
sense
of
incurable
grievances
and
fundamental
injustice
.
He
seemed
incapable
of
forgetting
the
disadvantages
of
his
birth
and
upbringing
,
the
inferiority
and
disorder
of
the
house
that
sheltered
him
,
the
poor
food
that
nourished
him
,
the
deadened
air
he
breathed
,
the
limited
leisure
,
the
inadequate
books
.
Implicit
in
his
every
word
and
act
was
the
assurance
that
but
for
this
handicap
he
could
have
filled
Trafford
's
place
,
while
Trafford
would
certainly
have
failed
in
his
.
For
all
these
things
Dowd
made
Trafford
responsible
;
he
held
him
to
that
inexorably
.
"
You
sweat
us
,
"
he
said
,
speaking
between
his
teeth
;
"
you
limit
us
,
you
stifle
us
,
and
away
there
in
the
West-end
,
you
and
the
women
you
keep
waste
the
plunder
.
"
Trafford
attempted
