'A very great grind, as you call it. And there may be the grind and not the success. But--' He had now got up from his seat at the table and was standing with his back against the chimney-piece, and as he went on with his lecture,--as the word 'But' came from his lips--he struck the fingers of one hand lightly on the palm of the other as he had been known to do at some happy flight of oratory in the House of Commons. 'But it is the grind that makes the happiness. To feel that your hours are filled to overflowing, that you can hardly barely steal minutes enough for sleep, that the welfare of many is entrusted to you, that the world looks on and approves, that some good is always being done to others,--above all things some good to your country;--that is happiness. For myself I can conceive none other.'
'Books,' suggested Gerald, as he put the last morsel of the last kidney into his mouth.
'Yes, books! Cicero and Ovid have told us that to literature only could they look for consolation in their banishment. But then they speak of a remedy for sorrow, not of a source for joy. No young man should dare to neglect literature. At some period of his life he will surely need consolation. And he may be certain that should he live to be an old man, there will be none other,--except religion. But for that feeling of self-contentment, which creates happiness--hard work, and hard work alone, can give it to you.'
'Books are hard work themselves sometimes,' said Gerald.
'As for money,' continued the father, not caring to note this interruption, 'if it be regarded in any other light than an as a shield against want, as a rampart under the protection of which you may carry on your battle, it will fail you. I was born a rich man.'
'Few people have cared so little about it as you,' said the elder son.
'And you, both of you, have been born to be rich.' This assertion did not take the elder son by surprise. It was a matter of course.
But Lord Gerald, who had never as yet heard anything as to his future destiny from his father, was interested by the statement.
'When I think of all this,--of what constitutes happiness,--I am almost tempted to grieve that it should be so.'
'If a large fortune were really a bad thing,' said Gerald, 'a man could I suppose get rid of it.'
'No;--it is a thing of which a man cannot get rid,--unless by shameful means. It is a burden which he must carry to the end.'
'Does anybody wish to get rid of it, as Sinbad did of the Old Man?' asked Gerald pertinaciously. 'At any rate I have enjoyed the kidneys.'
'You assured us just now that the bread and cheese at Ely were just as good.' The Duke as he said this looked as though he knew that he had taken all the wind out of his adversary's sails.
'Though you add carriage to carriage, you will not be carried more comfortably.'
'A second horse out hunting is a comfort,' said Silverbridge.
'Then at any rate don't desire a third for show. But such comforts will cease to be joys when they become matters of course. That a boy who does not see a pudding once a year should enjoy a pudding when it comes I can understand; but the daily pudding, or the pudding twice a day, is soon no more than a simple daily bread,--which will or will not be sweet as it shall or shall not have been earned.' Then he went slowly to the door, but, as he stood with the handle of it in his hand, he turned round and spoke another word. 'When, hereafter, Gerald, you may chance to think of that bread and cheese at Ely, always remember that you had skated from Cambridge.'
The two brothers then took themselves to some remote part of the house where arrangements had been made for smoking, and there they finished the conversation. 'I was very glad to hear what he said about you, old boy.' This of course came from Silverbridge.
'I didn't quite understand him.'
'He meant you to understand that you wouldn't be like other younger brothers.'
'Then what I have will be taken from you.'
'There is lots for three or four of us. I do agree that a fellow has as much as he can spend he ought not to want anything more.
Morton was telling me the other day something about the settled estates. I sat in that office with him all one morning. I could not understand it all, but I observed that he said nothing about the Scotch property. You'll be a laird, and I wish you joy with all my heart. The governor will tell you all about it before long.
He's going to have two eldest sons.'
'What an unnatural piece of cruelty to me;--and so unnecessary!'
'Why?'
'He says that a property is no better than a burden. But I'll try and bear it.'
