An Unsocial Socialist eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 342 pages of information about An Unsocial Socialist.

An Unsocial Socialist eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 342 pages of information about An Unsocial Socialist.

“By your own admission, the fault seems to lie upon your moral training and not upon hers.”

“The fault was in the conditions of our association.  Why they should have attracted me so strongly at first, and repelled me so horribly afterwards, is one of those devil’s riddles which will not be answered until we shall have traced all the yet unsuspected reactions of our inveterate dishonesty.  But I am wasting your time, I fear.  You sent for Smilash, and I have responded by practically annihilating him.  In public, however, you must still bear with his antics.  One moment more.  I had forgotten to ask you whether you are interested in the shepherd whose wife you sheltered on the night of the storm?”

“He assured me, before he took his wife away, that he was comfortably settled in a lodging in Lyvern.”

“Yes.  Very comfortably settled indeed.  For half-a-crown a week he obtained permission to share a spacious drawing-room with two other families in a ten-roomed house in not much better repair than his blown-down hovel.  This house yields to its landlord over two hundred a year, or rather more than the rent of a commodious mansion in South Kensington.  It is a troublesome rent to collect, but on the other hand there is no expenditure for repairs or sanitation, which are not considered necessary in tenement houses.  Our friend has to walk three miles to his work and three miles back.  Exercise is a capital thing for a student or a city clerk, but to a shepherd who has been in the fields all day, a long walk at the end of his work is somewhat too much of a good thing.  He begged for an increase of wages to compensate him for the loss of the hut, but Sir John pointed out to him that if he was not satisfied his place could be easily filled by less exorbitant shepherds.  Sir John even condescended to explain that the laws of political economy bind employers to buy labor in the cheapest market, and our poor friend, just as ignorant of economics as Sir John, of course did not know that this was untrue.  However, as labor is actually so purchased everywhere except in Downing Street and a few other privileged spots, I suggested that our friend should go to some place where his market price would be higher than in merry England.  He was willing enough to do so, but unable from want of means.  So I lent him a trifle, and now he is on his way to Australia.  Workmen are the geese that lay the golden eggs, but they fly away sometimes.  I hear a gong sounding, to remind me of the fight of time and the value of your share of it.  Good-morning!”

Miss Wilson was suddenly moved not to let him go without an appeal to his better nature.  “Mr. Trefusis,” she said, “excuse me, but are you not, in your generosity to others a little forgetful of your duty to yourself; and—­”

“The first and hardest of all duties!” he exclaimed.  “I beg your pardon for interrupting you.  It was only to plead guilty.”

“I cannot admit that it is the first of all duties, but it is sometimes perhaps the hardest, as you say.  Still, you could surely do yourself more justice without any great effort.  If you wish to live humbly, you can do so without pretending to be an uneducated man and without taking an irritating and absurd name.  Why on earth do you call yourself Smilash?”

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