Clemency Newcome made an angular tumble against the table, occasioning a sounding clatter among the cups and saucers.
Heyday! whats the matter there? exclaimed the Doctor.
Its this evil-inclined blue bag, said Clemency, always tripping up somebody!
With a purpose and intention in it, I was saying, resumed Snitchey, that commands respect. Life a farce, Dr. Jeddler? With law in it?
The Doctor laughed, and looked at Alfred.
Granted, if you please, that war is foolish, said Snitchey. There we agree. For example. Heres a smiling country, pointing it out with his fork, once overrun by soldiers trespassers every man of em and laid waste by fire and sword. He, he, he! The idea of any man exposing himself, voluntarily, to fire and sword! Stupid, wasteful, positively ridiculous; you laugh at your fellow creatures, you know, when you think of it! But take this smiling country as it stands . Think of the laws appertaining to real property; to the bequest and devise of real property; to the mortgage and redemption of real property; to leasehold, freehold, and copyhold estate; think, said Mr. Snitchey, with such great emotion that he actually smacked his lips, of the complicated laws relating to title and proof of title, with all the contradictory precedents and numerous acts of parliament connected with them; think of the infinite number of ingenious and interminable chancery suits, to which this pleasant prospect may give rise; and acknowledge, Dr. Jeddler, that there is a green spot in the scheme about us! I believe, said Mr. Snitchey, looking at his partner, that I speak for Self and Craggs?
Mr. Craggs having signified assent, Mr. Snitchey, somewhat freshened by his recent eloquence, observed that he would take a little more beef and another cup of tea.
I dont stand up for life in general, he added, rubbing his hands and chuckling, its full of folly; full of something worse. Professions of trust, and confidence, and unselfishness, and all that! Bah, bah, bah! We see what theyre worth. But, you mustnt laugh at life; youve got a game to play; a very serious game indeed! Everybodys playing against you, you know, and youre playing against them. Oh! its a very interesting thing. There are deep moves upon the board. You must only laugh, Dr. Jeddler, when you win and then not much. He, he, he! And then not much, repeated Snitchey, rolling his head and winking his eye, as if he would have added, you may do this instead!
Well, Alfred! cried the Doctor, what do you say now?
I say, sir, replied Alfred, that the greatest favour you could do me, and yourself too, I am inclined to think, would be to try sometimes to forget this battle-field and others like it in that broader battlefield of Life, on which the sun looks every day.
Really, Im afraid that wouldnt soften his opinions, Mr. Alfred, said Snitchey. The combatants are very eager and very bitter in that same battle of Life. Theres a great deal of cutting and slashing, and firing into peoples heads from behind. There is terrible treading-down, and trampling-on. It is rather a bad business.
I believe, Mr. Snitchey, said Alfred, there are quiet victories and struggles, great sacrifices of self, and noble acts of heroism, in it even in many of its apparent lightnesses and contradictions not the less difficult to achieve, because they have no earthly chronicle or audience done every day in nooks and corners, and in little households, and in mens and womens hearts any one of which might reconcile the sternest man to such a world, and fill him with belief and hope in it, though two fourths of its people were at war, and another fourth at law; and thats a bold word.
Both the sisters listened keenly.
Well, well! said the Doctor, I am too old to be converted, even by my friend Snitchey here, or my good spinster sister, Martha Jeddler; who had what she calls her domestic trials ages ago, and has led a sympathising life with all sorts of people ever since; and who is so much of your opinion (only shes less reasonable and more obstinate, being a woman), that we cant agree, and seldom meet. I was born upon this battle-field.
I began, as a boy, to have my thoughts directed to the real history of a battle-field. Sixty years have gone over my head, and I have never seen the Christian world, including Heaven knows how many loving mothers and good enough girls like mine here, anything but mad for a battle-field. The same contradictions prevail in everything. One must either laugh or cry at such stupendous inconsistencies; and I prefer to laugh.
Britain, who had been paying the profoundest and most melancholy attention to each speaker in his turn, seemed suddenly to decide in favour of the same preference, if a deep sepulchral sound that escaped him might be construed into a demonstration of risibility. His face, however, was so perfectly unaffected by it, both before and afterwards, that although one or two of the breakfast party looked round as being startled by a mysterious noise, nobody connected the offender with it.