The Island Pharisees eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 272 pages of information about The Island Pharisees.

The Island Pharisees eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 272 pages of information about The Island Pharisees.

The dinner at the Casserols’ was given to those of the bride’s friends who had been conspicuous in the day’s festivities.  Shelton found himself between Miss Casserol and a lady undressed to much the same degree.  Opposite sat a man with a single diamond stud, a white waistcoat, black moustache, and hawk-like face.  This was, in fact, one of those interesting houses occupied by people of the upper middle class who have imbibed a taste for smart society.  Its inhabitants, by nature acquisitive and cautious, economical, tenacious, had learnt to worship the word “smart.”  The result was a kind of heavy froth, an air of thoroughly domestic vice.  In addition to the conventionally fast, Shelton had met there one or two ladies, who, having been divorced, or having yet to be, still maintained their position in “society.”  Divorced ladies who did not so maintain their place were never to be found, for the Casserols had a great respect for marriage.  He had also met there American ladies who were “too amusing”—­never, of course, American men, Mesopotamians of the financial or the racing type, and several of those gentlemen who had been, or were about to be, engaged in a transaction which might or again might not, “come off,” and in conduct of an order which might, or again might not be spotted.  The line he knew, was always drawn at those in any category who were actually found out, for the value of these ladies and these gentlemen was not their claim to pity—­nothing so sentimental—­but their “smartness,” clothes, jokes, racing tips, their “bridge parties,” and their motors.

In sum, the house was one whose fundamental domesticity attracted and sheltered those who were too “smart” to keep their heads for long above the water.

His host, a grey, clean-shaven city man, with a long upper lip, was trying to understand a lady the audacity of whose speech came ringing down the table.  Shelton himself had given up the effort with his neighbours, and made love to his dinner, which, surviving the incoherence of the atmosphere, emerged as a work of art.  It was with surprise that he found Miss Casserol addressing him.

“I always say that the great thing is to be jolly.  If you can’t find anything to make you laugh, pretend you do; it’s so much ’smarter to be amusin’.  Now don’t you agree?”

The philosophy seemed excellent.

“We can’t all be geniuses, but we can all look jolly.”

Shelton hastened to look jolly.

“I tell the governor, when he ’s glum, that I shall put up the shutters and leave him.  What’s the good of mopin’ and lookin’ miserable?  Are you going to the Four-in-Hand Meet?  We’re making a party.  Such fun; all the smart people!”

The splendour of her shoulders, her frizzy hair (clearly not two hours out of the barber’s hands), might have made him doubtful; but the frank shrewdness in her eyes, and her carefully clipped tone of voice, were guarantees that she was part of the element at the table which was really quite respectable.  He had never realised before how “smart” she was, and with an effort abandoned himself to a sort of gaiety that would have killed a Frenchman.

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