Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

‘I don’t think I’ll take you any farther,’ he said.

The postillion laughed to scorn the notion of his caring how far he went.  With a pipe in his mouth, he insinuatingly remarked, he could jog on all night, and throw sleep to the dogs.  Fresh horses at Hillford; fresh at Fallow field:  and the gentleman himself would reach Lymport fresh in the morning.

‘No, no; I won’t take you any farther,’ Evan repeated.

‘But what do it matter, sir?’ urged the postillion.

’I’d rather go on as I am.  I—­a—­made no arrangement to take you the whole way.’

‘Oh!’ cried the postillion, ‘don’t you go troublin’ yourself about that, sir.  Master knows it ‘s touch-and-go about catchin’ the coach.  I’m all right.’

So infatuated was the fellow in the belief that he was dealing with a perfect gentleman—­an easy pocket!

Now you would not suppose that one who presumes he has sufficient, would find a difficulty in asking how much he has to pay.  With an effort, indifferently masked, Evan blurted: 

’By the way, tell me—­how much—­what is the charge for the distance we’ve come?’

There are gentlemen-screws:  there are conscientious gentlemen.  They calculate, and remonstrating or not, they pay.  The postillion would rather have had to do with the gentleman royal, who is above base computation; but he knew the humanity in the class he served, and with his conception of Evan only partially dimmed, he remarked: 

’Oh-h-h! that won’t hurt you, sir.  Jump along in,—­settle that by-and-by.’

But when my gentleman stood fast, and renewed the demand to know the exact charge for the distance already traversed, the postillion dismounted, glanced him over, and speculated with his fingers tipping up his hat.  Meantime Evan drew out his purse, a long one, certainly, but limp.  Out of this drowned-looking wretch the last spark of life was taken by the sum the postillion ventured to name; and if paying your utmost farthing without examination of the charge, and cheerfully stepping out to walk fifty miles, penniless, constituted a postillion’s gentleman, Evan would have passed the test.  The sight of poverty, however, provokes familiar feelings in poor men, if you have not had occasion to show them you possess particular qualities.  The postillion’s eye was more on the purse than on the sum it surrendered.

‘There,’ said Evan, ‘I shall walk.  Good night.’  And he flung his cloak to step forward.

‘Stop a bit, sir!’ arrested him.

The postillion rallied up sideways, with an assumption of genial respect.  ‘I didn’t calc’late myself in that there amount.’

Were these words, think you, of a character to strike a young man hard on the breast, send the blood to his head, and set up in his heart a derisive chorus?  My gentleman could pay his money, and keep his footing gallantly; but to be asked for a penny beyond what he possessed; to be seen beggared, and to be claimed a debtor-aleck!  Pride was the one developed faculty of Evan’s nature.  The Fates who mould us, always work from the main-spring.  I will not say that the postillion stripped off the mask for him, at that instant completely; but he gave him the first true glimpse of his condition.  From the vague sense of being an impostor, Evan awoke to the clear fact that he was likewise a fool.

Copyrights
Project Gutenberg
Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith from Project Gutenberg. Public domain.