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them in bigger lumps every day. Iā€™d like to think it wasnā€™t, Iā€™d like to believe that democracy always will be as it always has beenā ā€”a self-made failure. But against my own will I canā€™t help believing that this time democracy is going to carry everything before it. And this war is going to hurry it on. Of course it is. The masses will learn their power. Theyā€™ll learn that generals can make fools of themselves, that officers can be done without, that professional soldiers can be cowards, but that simply by paying we can still win. And whereā€™s the money coming from? Why, from the class that tried to be clever and bluff the people out of their power by staging this war. Well, do you mean to tell me that itā€™s good for a democracy, this sudden realization of their omnipotence? Look here, you think Iā€™m an excitable young fool, but I tell you Iā€™ve been pitching my ideals at a blank wall like so many empty bottles andā ā€”ā€

ā€œWere they empty?ā€ asked Mr. Viner. ā€œAre you sure they were empty? May they not have been cruses of ointment the more precious for being broken?ā€

ā€œWell, I wish I could keep one for myself,ā€ Michael said.

ā€œMy dear boy, youā€™ll never be able to do that. Youā€™ll always be too prodigal of your ideals. I should have no qualms about your future, whatever you did meanwhile. And, do you know, I donā€™t think I have many qualms about this England of ours, however badly she behaves sometimes. Iā€™m glad you recognize that the people are coming into their own. I wish that you were glad, but you will be one day. The Catholic religion must be a popular religion. The Sabbath was made for man, you know. Catholicism is Godā€™s method of throwing bottles at a blank wallā ā€”but not empty bottles, Michael. On the whole, I would sooner that now you were a reactionary than a Dantonist. Your present attitude of mind at any rate gives you the opportunity of going forward, instead of going back; there will be plenty of ideals to take the places of those you destroy, however priceless. And the tragedy of age is not having any more bottles to throw.ā€

During these words that came soothingly from Mr. Vinerā€™s firm lips Michael had settled himself down again in the armchair and lighted his pipe.

ā€œCome, now,ā€ said the priest, ā€œyou and I have muddled through our discussion long enough, letā€™s gossip for a change. Whatā€™s Mark Chator doing?ā€

ā€œI havenā€™t seen much of him this term. Heā€™s still going to take orders. I find old Chatorā€™s eternal simplicity and goodness rather wearing. Lifeā€™s pretty easy for him. I wish I could get as much out of it as easily,ā€ Michael answered.

ā€œWell, I canā€™t make any comment on that last remark of yours without plunging into platitudes that would make you terribly contemptuous of my struggles to avoid them. But donā€™t despise the Chators of this world.ā€

ā€œOh, I donā€™t. I envy them. Well, I must go. Thanks awfully for putting up with me again.ā€

Michael picked up his cap and hurried home. When he reached Carlington Road, he was inclined to tell his mother that, if she liked, he would go and visit Lord Saxby before he sailed; but when it came to the point he felt too shy to reopen the subject, and decided to let the proposal drop.

He was surprised to find that it was much easier to write to Mrs. Ross about her husband than he thought it would be. Whether this long and stormy day (he could scarcely believe that he had only read the news about Captain Ross that morning) had purged him of all complexities of emotion, he did not know; but certainly the letter was easy enough.

64 Carlington Road.

My dear Mrs. Ross,

I canā€™t tell you the sadness of today. Iā€™ve thought about you most tremendously, and I think you must be gloriously proud of him. I felt angry at first, but now I feel all right. Youā€™ve always been so stunning to me, and Iā€™ve never thanked you. I do want to see you soon. I shall never forget saying goodbye to Captain Ross. Mother asked me to go and say goodbye to Lord Saxby. I donā€™t suppose you ever met him. Heā€™s a sort of cousin of ours. But I did not want to spoil the memory of that day at Southampton. I havenā€™t seen poor old Alan yet. Heā€™ll be in despair. Iā€™m longing to see him tomorrow. This is a rotten letter, but I canā€™t write down what I feel. I wish Stella had known Captain Ross. She would have been able to express her feelings.

With all my love,
Your affectionate

Michael.

In bed that night Michael thought what a beast he had made of himself that day, and flung the blankets feverishly away from his burnt-out self. Figures of well-loved people kept trooping through the darkness, and he longed to converse with them, inspired by the limitless eloquence of the nighttime. All that he would say to Mr. Viner, to Mrs. Ross, to Alan, even to good old Chator, splashed the dark with fiery sentences. He longed to be with Stella in a cool woodland. He almost got up to go down and pour his soul out upon his motherā€™s breast; but the fever of fatigue mocked his impulse and he fell tossing into sleep.

XII Alan

Michael left the house early next day that he might make sure of seeing Alan for a moment before Prayers. A snowy aggregation of cumulus sustained the empyrean upon the volume of its mighty curve and swell. The road before him stretched shining in a radiant drench of azure puddles. It was a full-bosomed morning of immense peace.

Michael rather dreaded to see Alan appear in oppressive black, and felt that anything like a costume would embarrass their meeting. But just before the second bell he came quickly up the steps dressed in his ordinary

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