Dishonesty, as you will observe in the person of our awful example, to be hated, needs but to be seen." But the duty of the Chronicler is to bear witness to what he knows, leaving Truth with the whole case before her to sum up and direct the verdict. In the City, old Hasluck had a bad reputation and deserved it; in Stoke-Newington--then a green suburb, containing many fine old houses, standing in great wooded gardens--he was loved and respected. In his business, he was a man void of all moral sense, without bowels of compassion for any living thing; in retirement, a man with a strong sense of duty and a fine regard for the rights and feelings of others, never happier than when planning to help or give pleasure. In his office, he would have robbed his own mother. At home, he would have spent his last penny to add to her happiness or comfort. I make no attempt to explain. I only know that such men do exist, and that Hasluck was one of them.
One avoids difficulties by dismissing them as a product of our curiously complex civilisation--a convenient phrase; let us hope the recording angel may be equally impressed by it.
Casting about for some reason of excuse to myself for my liking of him, I hit upon the expedient of regarding him as a modern Robin Hood, whom we are taught to admire without shame, a Robin Hood up to date, adapted to the changed conditions of modern environment; ****** his living relieving the rich; taking pleasure relieving the poor.
"What will you do?" asked my mother.
"I shall have to give up the office," answered my father. "Without him there's not enough to keep it going. He was quite good-tempered about the matter--offered to divide the work, letting me retain the straightforward portion for whatever that might be worth. But I declined. Now I know, I feel I would rather have nothing more to do with him."
"I think you were quite right," agreed my mother.
"What I blame myself for," said my father, "is that I didn't see through him before. Of course he has been ****** a mere tool of me from the beginning. I ought to have seen through him. Why didn't I?"
They discussed the future, or, rather, my father discussed, my mother listening in silence, stealing a puzzled look at him from time to time, as though there were something she could not understand.
He would take a situation in the City. One had been offered him. It might sound poor, but it would be a steady income on which we must contrive to live. The little money he had saved must be kept for investments--nothing speculative--judicious "dealings," by means of which a cool, clear-headed man could soon accumulate capital. Here the training acquired by working for old Hasluck would serve him well.
One man my father knew--quite a dull, commonplace man--starting a few years ago with only a few hundreds, was now worth tens of thousands.
Foresight was the necessary qualification. You watched the "tendency" of things. So often had my father said to himself: "This is going to be a big thing. That other, it is no good," and in every instance his prognostications had been verified. He had "felt it;" some men had that gift. Now was the time to use it for practical purposes.
"Here," said my father, breaking off, and casting an approving eye upon the surrounding scenery, "would be a pleasant place to end one's days. The house you had was very pretty and you liked it. We might enlarge it, the drawing-room might be thrown out--perhaps another wing." I felt that our good fortune as from this day was at last established.
But my mother had been listening with growing impatience, her puzzled glances giving place gradually to flashes of anger; and now she turned her face full upon him, her question written plainly thereon, demanding answer.
Some idea of it I had even then, watching her; and since I have come to read it word for word: "But that woman--that woman that loves you, that you love. Ah, I know--why do you play with me? She is rich.
With her your life will be smooth. And the boy--it will be better far for him. Cannot you three wait a little longer? What more can I do?
