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the lesson of the master-第11章

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entrance to this structure was a wide plain band of crimson cloth;

as straight as a garden…path and almost as long; where; in his

mind's eye; Paul at once beheld the Master pace to and fro during

vexed hours … hours; that is; of admirable composition。  The

servant gave him a coat; an old jacket with a hang of experience;

from a cupboard in the wall; retiring afterwards with the garment

he had taken off。  Paul Overt welcomed the coat; it was a coat for

talk; it promised confidences … having visibly received so many …

and had tragic literary elbows。  〃Ah we're practical … we're

practical!〃 St。 George said as he saw his visitor look the place

over。  〃Isn't it a good big cage for going round and round?  My

wife invented it and she locks me up here every morning。〃



Our young man breathed … by way of tribute … with a certain

oppression。  〃You don't miss a window … a place to look out?〃



〃I did at first awfully; but her calculation was just。  It saves

time; it has saved me many months in these ten years。  Here I

stand; under the eye of day … in London of course; very often; it's

rather a bleared old eye … walled in to my trade。  I can't get away

… so the room's a fine lesson in concentration。  I've learnt the

lesson; I think; look at that big bundle of proof and acknowledge

it。〃  He pointed to a fat roll of papers; on one of the tables;

which had not been undone。



〃Are you bringing out another …?〃 Paul asked in a tone the fond

deficiencies of which he didn't recognise till his companion burst

out laughing; and indeed scarce even then。



〃You humbug; you humbug!〃 … St。 George appeared to enjoy caressing

him; as it were; with that opprobrium。  〃Don't I know what you

think of them?〃 he asked; standing there with his hands in his

pockets and with a new kind of smile。  It was as if he were going

to let his young votary see him all now。



〃Upon my word in that case you know more than I do!〃 the latter

ventured to respond; revealing a part of the torment of being able

neither clearly to esteem nor distinctly to renounce him。



〃My dear fellow;〃 said the more and more interesting Master; 〃don't

imagine I talk about my books specifically; they're not a decent

subject … il ne manquerait plus que ca!  I'm not so bad as you may

apprehend!  About myself; yes; a little; if you like; though it

wasn't for that I brought you down here。  I want to ask you

something … very much indeed; I value this chance。  Therefore sit

down。  We're practical; but there IS a sofa; you see … for she does

humour my poor bones so far。  Like all really great administrators

and disciplinarians she knows when wisely to relax。〃  Paul sank

into the corner of a deep leathern couch; but his friend remained

standing and explanatory。  〃If you don't mind; in this room; this

is my habit。  From the door to the desk and from the desk to the

door。  That shakes up my imagination gently; and don't you see what

a good thing it is that there's no window for her to fly out of?

The eternal standing as I write (I stop at that bureau and put it

down; when anything comes; and so we go on) was rather wearisome at

first; but we adopted it with an eye to the long run; you're in

better order … if your legs don't break down! … and you can keep it

up for more years。  Oh we're practical … we're practical!〃 St。

George repeated; going to the table and taking up all mechanically

the bundle of proofs。  But; pulling off the wrapper; he had a

change of attention that appealed afresh to our hero。  He lost

himself a moment; examining the sheets of his new book; while the

younger man's eyes wandered over the room again。



〃Lord; what good things I should do if I had such a charming place

as this to do them in!〃 Paul reflected。  The outer world; the world

of accident and ugliness; was so successfully excluded; and within

the rich protecting square; beneath the patronising sky; the dream…

figures; the summoned company; could hold their particular revel。

It was a fond prevision of Overt's rather than an observation on

actual data; for which occasions had been too few; that the Master

thus more closely viewed would have the quality; the charming gift;

of flashing out; all surprisingly; in personal intercourse and at

moments of suspended or perhaps even of diminished expectation。  A

happy relation with him would be a thing proceeding by jumps; not

by traceable stages。



〃Do you read them … really?〃 he asked; laying down the proofs on

Paul's enquiring of him how soon the work would be published。  And

when the young man answered 〃Oh yes; always;〃 he was moved to mirth

again by something he caught in his manner of saying that。  〃You go

to see your grandmother on her birthday … and very proper it is;

especially as she won't last for ever。  She has lost every faculty

and every sense; she neither sees; nor hears; nor speaks; but all

customary pieties and kindly habits are respectable。  Only you're

strong if you DO read 'em!  I couldn't; my dear fellow。  You are

strong; I know; and that's just a part of what I wanted to say to

you。  You're very strong indeed。  I've been going into your other

things … they've interested me immensely。  Some one ought to have

told me about them before … some one I could believe。  But whom can

one believe?  You're wonderfully on the right road … it's awfully

decent work。  Now do you mean to keep it up? … that's what I want

to ask you。〃



〃Do I mean to do others?〃 Paul asked; looking up from his sofa at

his erect inquisitor and feeling partly like a happy little boy

when the school…master is gay; and partly like some pilgrim of old

who might have consulted a world…famous oracle。  St。 George's own

performance had been infirm; but as an adviser he would be

infallible。



〃Others … others?  Ah the number won't matter; one other would do;

if it were really a further step … a throb of the same effort。

What I mean is have you it in your heart to go in for some sort of

decent perfection?〃



〃Ah decency; ah perfection …!〃 the young man sincerely sighed。  〃I

talked of them the other Sunday with Miss Fancourt。〃



It produced on the Master's part a laugh of odd acrimony。  〃Yes;

they'll 'talk' of them as much as you like!  But they'll do little

to help one to them。  There's no obligation of course; only you

strike me as capable;〃 he went on。  〃You must have thought it all

over。  I can't believe you're without a plan。  That's the sensation

you give me; and it's so rare that it really stirs one up … it

makes you remarkable。  If you haven't a plan; if you DON'T mean to

keep it up; surely you're within your rights; it's nobody's

business; no one can force you; and not more than two or three

people will notice you don't go straight。  The others … ALL the

rest; every blest soul in England; will think you do … will think

you are keeping it up:  upon my honour they will!  I shall be one

of the two or three who know better。  Now the question is whether

you can do it for two or three。  Is that the stuff you're made of?〃



It locked his guest a minute as in closed throbbing arms。  〃I could

do it for one; if you were the one。〃



〃Don't say that; I don't deserve it; it scorches me;〃 he protested

with eyes suddenly grave and glowing。  〃The 'one' is of course

one's self; one's conscience; one's idea; the singleness of one's

aim。  I think of that pure spirit as a man thinks of a woman he has

in some detested hour of his youth loved and forsaken。  She haunts

him with reproachful eyes; she lives for ever before him。  As an

artist; you know; I've married for money。〃  Paul stared and even

blushed a little; confounded by this avowal; whereupon his host;

observing the expression of his face; dropped a quick laugh and

pursued:  〃You don't follow my figure。  I'm not speaking of my dear

wife; who had a small fortune … which; however; was not my bribe。

I fell in love with her; as many other people have done。  I refer

to the mercenary muse whom I led to the altar of literature。

Don't; my boy; put your nose into THAT yoke。  The awful jade will

lead you a life!〃



Our hero watched him; wondering and deeply touched。  〃Haven't you

been happy!〃



〃Happy?  It's a kind of hell。〃



〃There are things I should like to ask you;〃 Paul said after a

pause。



〃Ask me anything in all the world。  I'd turn myself inside out to

save you。〃



〃To 'save' me?〃 he quavered。



〃To make you stick to it … to make you see it through。  As I said

to you the other night at Summersoft; let my example be vivid to

you。〃



〃Why your books are not so bad as that;〃 said Paul; fairly laughing

and feeling that if ever a fellow had breathed the air of art … !



〃So bad as what?〃



〃Your talent's so great that it's in everything you do; in what's

less good as well as in what's best。  You've some forty volumes to

show for it … forty volumes of wonderful life; of rare observation;

of magnificent ability。〃

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