Anthony Hope
A Servant of the Public
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066154325
Table of Contents
CHAPTER III AN ARRANGEMENT FOR SUNDAY
CHAPTER IV BY WAY OF PRECAUTION
CHAPTER V A DAY IN THE COUNTRY
CHAPTER VI AWAY WITH THE RIBBONS!
CHAPTER VIII THE LEGITIMATE CLAIMANT
CHAPTER IX RENUNCIATION: A DRAMA
CHAPTER X THE LICENCE OF VIRTUE
CHAPTER XIII THE HEROINE FAILS
CHAPTER XVII AT SEA AND IN PORT
CHAPTER XVIII THE PLAY AND THE PART
CHAPTER XIX COLLATERAL EFFECTS
CHAPTER XXI WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
CHAPTER XXIII THE MOST NATURAL THING
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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| "I SHOULD BE RATHER AFRAID NEVER TO CHANGE TO A PERSON. IT WOULD MAKE HIM MEAN SO TERRIBLY MUCH TO ME, WOULDN'T IT?" | Frontispiece |
| "SOMEBODY'LL BE GLAD TO SEE ME, ANYHOW," HE ENDED, WITH A LAUGH | 224 |
| THE CONTRACT PUNCTILIOUSLY SIGNED BY ALL THE PARTIES AND WITNESSED BY JANET THE MAID … THEY HAD OPENED A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE | 301 |
| WALKED IN SILENCE SIDE BY SIDE | 360 |
A Servant of the Public
CHAPTER I MUDDOCK AND MEAD
The social birth of a family, united by a chain of parallel events with the commercial development of a business, is a spectacle strange to no country but most common among the nation of shopkeepers; it presents, however, interesting points and is likely to produce a group of persons rather diverse in character. Some of the family breathe the new air readily enough; with some the straw of the omnibus (there was straw in omnibuses during the formative period) follows on silken skirts into the landau. It takes, they say, three generations to make a gentleman; the schools ticket them—National or Board, Commercial or Grammar, Eton or Harrow. Three generations, not perhaps of human flesh, but of mercantile growth, it takes to make a great Concern. The humble parent-tree in the Commercial Road puts forth branches in Brixton, Camberwell, Stoke Newington, wherever buyers are many and "turnover" quick: here is the second period, when the business is already large and lucrative, but not yet imposing. Then a new ambition stirs and works in the creator's mind; there is still a world to conquer. Appearance is added to reality, show to substance. A splendid block rises somewhere within the ken of fashion; it is red, with white facings, a tower or two, perhaps a clock. First and last, a good deal is said about it in talk and in print. Possibly a luncheon is given. Now there are points of policy to be practised, not directly productive of hard money, but powerful in the long run. For example, the young ladies and gentlemen who serve the counters should be well treated, and carefully looked after in regard to their morals. And if this be done, there is no reason against having the fact stated with the utmost available publicity. For this service, sections of an all-embracing Press are ready and willing. In the eye of the polite world this big block is now the business: the branches are still profitable, but the ledgers alone sing their virtues; men cease to judge the position or the purse of the family by their humble fronts. For the family too has been on the move; it has passed, in orderly progression, in an ascent of gentility, from Putney to Maida Vale, from Maida Vale to Paddington, from Paddington to Kensington Palace Gardens. At each stopping-place it may acquire members, at some it will lose them; the graves where those lie who have dropped from the ranks are themselves milestones on the march. The survivors have each some scent, some trace, of their place of origin. To the architect of fortune the Commercial Road is native and familiar; he lost his first love there and buried her down East. His second wife dates from the latter end of the Maida Vale time and is in all essentials of the Middle, or Paddington, Period. The children recollect Paddington as childhood's home, have extorted information about Maida Vale, talk of Putney with a laugh, and seem almost of true Kensington Palace Gardens' blood. Yet even in them there is an element which they are hardly conscious of, an element not to be refined away till the third generation of human flesh has run.