The Golden Bowl — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 664 pages of information about The Golden Bowl — Complete.

The Golden Bowl — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 664 pages of information about The Golden Bowl — Complete.

PART SECOND

VII

Adam Verver, at Fawns, that autumn Sunday, might have been observed to open the door of the billiard-room with a certain freedom—­might have been observed, that is, had there been a spectator in the field.  The justification of the push he had applied, however, and of the push, equally sharp, that, to shut himself in, he again applied—­the ground of this energy was precisely that he might here, however briefly, find himself alone, alone with the handful of letters, newspapers and other unopened missives, to which, during and since breakfast, he had lacked opportunity to give an eye.  The vast, square, clean apartment was empty, and its large clear windows looked out into spaces of terrace and garden, of park and woodland and shining artificial lake, of richly-condensed horizon, all dark blue upland and church-towered village and strong cloudshadow, which were, together, a thing to create the sense, with everyone else at church, of one’s having the world to one’s self.  We share this world, none the less, for the hour, with Mr. Verver; the very fact of his striking, as he would have said, for solitude, the fact of his quiet flight, almost on tiptoe, through tortuous corridors, investing him with an interest that makes our attention—­tender indeed almost to compassion—­qualify his achieved isolation.  For it may immediately be mentioned that this amiable man bethought himself of his personal advantage, in general, only when it might appear to him that other advantages, those of other persons, had successfully put in their claim.  It may be mentioned also that he always figured other persons—­such was the law of his nature—­as a numerous array, and that, though conscious of but a single near tie, one affection, one duty deepest-rooted in his life, it had never, for many minutes together, been his portion not to feel himself surrounded and committed, never quite been his refreshment to make out where the many-coloured human appeal, represented by gradations of tint, diminishing concentric zones of intensity, of importunity, really faded to the blessed impersonal whiteness for which his vision sometimes ached.  It shaded off, the appeal—­he would have admitted that; but he had as yet noted no point at which it positively stopped.

Thus had grown in him a little habit—­his innermost secret, not confided even to Maggie, though he felt she understood it, as she understood, to his view, everything—­thus had shaped itself the innocent trick of occasionally making believe that he had no conscience, or at least that blankness, in the field of duty, did reign for an hour; a small game to which the few persons near enough to have caught him playing it, and of whom Mrs. Assingham, for instance, was one, attached indulgently that idea of quaintness, quite in fact that charm of the pathetic, involved in the preservation by an adult of one of childhood’s toys.  When he took a rare moment

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