The Regent eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 328 pages of information about The Regent.

The Regent eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 328 pages of information about The Regent.

“Well, Mr. Slosson,” said Edward Henry, “your junior partner has already outlined your policy of masterly inactivity.  So I may as well go.  I did say I’d go to my solicitors.  But it’s occurred to me that as I’m a principal I may as well first of all see the principals on the other side.  I only came here because it mentions in the option that the matter is to be completed here—­that’s all.”

“You a principal!” exclaimed Mr. Slosson.  “It seems to me you’re a long way removed from a principal.  The alleged option is given to a Miss Rose Euclid—­”

“Excuse me—­the Miss Rose Euclid.”

“Miss Rose Euclid.  She divides up her alleged interest into fractions, and sells them here and there, and you buy them up one after another.”  Mr. Slosson laughed, not unamiably.  “You’re a principal about five times removed.”

“Well,” said Edward Henry, “whatever I am, I have a sort of idea I’ll go and see this Mr. Gristle or Wrissell.  Can you—­”

The man at the distant desk turned his head.  Mr. Slosson coughed.  The man rose.

“This is Mr. Wrissel,” said Mr. Slosson, with a gesture from which confusion was not absent.

“Good morning,” said the advancing Mr. Rollo Wrissell, and he said it with an accent more Kensingtonian than any accent that Edward Henry had ever heard.  His lounging and yet elegant walk assorted well with the accent.  His black clothes were loose and untidy.  Such boots as his could not have been worn by Edward Henry even in the Five Towns without blushing shame, and his necktie looked as if a baby or a puppy had been playing with it.  Nevertheless, these shortcomings made absolutely no difference whatever to the impressivness of Mr. Rollo Wrissell, who was famous for having said once, “I put on whatever comes to hand first, and people don’t seem to mind.”

Mr. Rollo Wrissell belonged to one of the seven great families which once governed—­and by the way still do govern—­England, Scotland and Ireland.  The members of these families may be divided into two species:  those who rule, and those who are too lofty in spirit even to rule—­those who exist.  Mr. Rollo Wrissell belonged to the latter species.  His nose and mouth had the exquisite refinement of the descendant of generations of art-collectors and poet-patronizers.  He enjoyed life—­but not with rude activity, like the grosser members of the ruling caste—­rather with a certain rare languor.  He sniffed and savoured the whole spherical surface of the apple of life with those delicate nostrils, rather than bit into it.  His one conviction was that in a properly—­managed world nothing ought to occur to disturb or agitate the perfect tranquillity of his existing.  And this conviction was so profound, so visible even in his lightest gesture and glance, that it exerted a mystic influence over the entire social organism—­with the result that practically nothing ever did occur to disturb or agitate the perfect tranquillity of Mr. Rollo Wrissell’s existing.  For Mr. Rollo Wrissell the world was indeed almost ideal.

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