So you too are in league with the doctors, was his bluff greeting, as he held a hand to the young man and inspected him with a look of slighting good-nature.
Well, that certainly is one way of regarding the literary profession, admitted Jasper, who had heard enough of Johns way of thinking to understand the remark.
A young fellow with all the world before him, too. Hang it, Mr Milvain, is there no less pernicious work you can turn your hand to?
Im afraid not, Mr Yule. After all, you know, you must be held in a measure responsible for my depravity.
Hows that?
I understand that you have devoted most of your life to the making of paper. If that article were not so cheap and so abundant, people wouldnt have so much temptation to scribble.
Alfred Yule uttered a short laugh.
I think you are cornered, John.
I wish, answered John, that you were both condemned to write on such paper as I chiefly made; it was a special kind of whitey-brown, used by shopkeepers.
He chuckled inwardly, and at the same time reached out for a box of cigarettes on a table near him. His brother and Jasper each took one as he offered them, and began to smoke.
You would like to see literary production come entirely to an end? said Milvain.
I should like to see the business of literature abolished.
Theres a distinction, of course. But, on the whole, I should say that even the business serves a good purpose.
What purpose?
It helps to spread civilisation.
Civilisation! exclaimed John, scornfully. What do you mean by civilisation? Do you call it civilising men to make them weak, flabby creatures, with ruined eyes and dyspeptic stomachs? Who is it that reads most of the stuff thats poured out daily by the ton from the printing-press? Just the men and women who ought to spend their leisure hours in open-air exercise; the people who earn their bread by sedentary pursuits, and who need to live as soon as they are free from the desk or the counter, not to moon over small print. Your Board schools, your popular press, your spread of education! Machinery for ruining the country, thats what I call it.
You have done a good deal, I think, to counteract those influences in Wattleborough.
I hope so; and if only I had kept the use of my limbs Id have done a good deal more. I have an idea of offering substantial prizes to men and women engaged in sedentary work who take an oath to abstain from all reading, and keep it for a certain number of years. Theres a good deal more need for that than for abstinence from strong liquor. If I could have had my way I would have revived prize-fighting.
His brother laughed with contemptuous impatience.
You would doubtless like to see military conscription introduced into England? said Jasper.
Of course I should! You talk of civilising; theres no such way of civilising the masses of the people as by fixed military service. Before mental training must come training of the body. Go about the Continent, and see the effect of military service on loutish peasants and the lowest classes of town population. Do you know why it isnt even more successful? Because the damnable education movement interferes. If Germany would shut up her schools and universities for the next quarter of a century and go ahead like blazes with military training thered be a nation such as the world has never seen. After that, they might begin a little book-teaching againsay an hour and a half a day for everyone above nine years old. Do you suppose, Mr Milvain, that society is going to be reformed by you people who write for money? Why, you are the very first class that will be swept from the face of the earth as soon as the reformation really begins!
Alfred puffed at his cigarette. His thoughts were occupied with Mr Fadge and The Study. He was considering whether he could aid in bringing public contempt upon that literary organ and its editor. Milvain listened to the elder mans diatribe with much amusement.
You, now, pursued John, what do you write about?
Nothing in particular. I make a salable page or two out of whatever strikes my fancy.
Exactly! You dont even pretend that youve got anything to say. You live by inducing people to give themselves mental indigestionand bodily, too, for that matter.
Do you know, Mr Yule, that you have suggested a capital idea to me? If I were to take up your views, I think it isnt at all unlikely that I might make a good thing of writing against writing. It should be my literary specialty to rail against literature. The reading public should pay me for telling them that they oughtnt to read. I must think it over.
Carlyle has anticipated you, threw in Alfred.
Yes, but in an antiquated way. I would base my polemic on the newest philosophy.
He developed the idea facetiously, whilst John regarded him as he might have watched a performing monkey.
There again! your new philosophy! exclaimed the invalid. Why, it isnt even wholesome stuff, the kind of reading that most of you force on the public. Now theres the man who has married one of my niecespoor lass! Reardon, his name is. You know him, I dare say. Just for curiosity I had a look at one of his books; it was called The Optimist. Of all the morbid trash I ever saw, that beat everything. I thought of writing him a letter, advising a couple of anti-bilious pills before bedtime for a few weeks.
Jasper glanced at Alfred Yule, who wore a look of indifference.
That man deserves penal servitude in my opinion, pursued John. Im not sure that it isnt my duty to offer him a couple of hundred a year on condition that he writes no more.
Milvain, with a clear vision of his friend in London, burst into laughter. But at that point Alfred rose from his chair.
Shall we rejoin the ladies? he said, with a certain pedantry of phrase and manner which often characterised him.
Think over your ways whilst youre still young, said John as he shook hands with his visitor.
Your brother speaks quite seriously, I suppose? Jasper remarked when he was in the garden with Alfred.
I think so. Its amusing now and then, but gets rather tiresome when you hear it often. By-the-bye, you are not personally acquainted with Mr Fadge?
I didnt even know his name until you mentioned it.
The most malicious man in the literary world. Theres no uncharitableness in feeling a certain pleasure when he gets into a scrape. I could tell you incredible stories about him; but that kind of thing is probably as little to your taste as it is to mine.
Miss Harrow and her companions, having caught sight of the pair, came towards them. Tea was to be brought out into the garden.
So you can sit with us and smoke, if you like, said Miss Harrow to Alfred. You are never quite at your ease, I think, without a pipe.
But the man of letters was too preoccupied for society. In a few minutes he begged that the ladies would excuse his withdrawing; he had two or three letters to write before post-time, which was early at Finden.
Jasper, relieved by the veterans departure, began at once to make himself very agreeable company. When he chose to lay aside the topic of his own difficulties and ambitions, he could converse with a spontaneous gaiety which readily won the good-will of listeners. Naturally he addressed himself very often to Marian Yule, whose attention complimented him. She said little, and evidently was at no time a free talker, but the smile on her face indicated a mood of quiet enjoyment. When her eyes wandered, it was to rest on the beauties of the garden, the moving patches of golden sunshine, the forms of gleaming cloud. Jasper liked to observe her as she turned her head: there seemed to him a particular grace in the movement; her head and neck were admirably formed, and the short hair drew attention to this.