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For three hours he sat there drinking steadily; with his watch before him。 At half…past ten he rang the bell; paid his bill; came home; and cut his throat。
For a quarter of a century people had been calling that man a 〃reformed character。〃 His character had not reformed one jot。 The craving for drink had never died。 For twenty…six years he had; being a great man; held it gripped by the throat。 When all things became a matter of indifference to him; he loosened his grasp; and the evil instinct rose up within him as strong on the day he died as on the day he forced it down。
That is all a man can do; pray for strength to crush down the evil that is in him; and to keep it held down day after day。 I never hear washy talk about 〃changed characters〃 and 〃reformed natures〃 but I think of a sermon I once heard at a Wesleyan revivalist meeting in the Black Country。
〃Ah! my friends; we've all of us got the devil inside us。 I've got him; you've got him;〃 cried the preacherhe was an old man; with long white hair and beard; and wild; fighting eyes。 Most of the preachers who came 〃reviving;〃 as it was called; through that district; had those eyes。 Some of them needed 〃reviving〃 themselves; in quite another sense; before they got clear out of it。 I am speaking now of more than thirty years ago。
〃Ah! so us haveso us have;〃 came the response。
〃And you carn't get rid of him;〃 continued the speaker。
〃Not of oursel's;〃 ejaculated a fervent voice at the end of the room; 〃but the Lord will help us。〃
The old preacher turned on him almost fiercely:…
〃But th' Lord woan't;〃 he shouted; 〃doan't 'ee reckon on that; lad。 Ye've got him an' ye've got ta keep him。 Ye carn't get rid of him。 Th' Lord doan't mean 'ee to。〃
Here there broke forth murmurs of angry disapproval; but the old fellow went on; unheeding:…
〃It arn't good for 'ee to get rid of him。 Ye've just got to hug him tight。 Doan't let him go。 Hold him fast; andLAM INTO HIM。 I tell 'ee it's good; healthy Christian exercise。〃
We had been discussing the subject with reference to our hero。 It had been suggested by Brown as an unhackneyed idea; and one lending itself; therefore; to comparative freshness of treatment; that our hero should be a thorough…paced scamp。
Jephson seconded the proposal; for the reason that it would the better enable us to accomplish artistic work。 He was of opinion that we should be more sure of our ground in drawing a villain than in attempting to portray a good man。
MacShaughnassy thirded (if I may coin what has often appeared to me to be a much…needed word) the motion with ardour。 He was tired; he said; of the crystal…hearted; noble…thinking young man of fiction。 Besides; it made bad reading for the 〃young person。〃 It gave her false ideas; and made her dissatisfied with mankind as he really is。
And; thereupon; he launched forth and sketched us his idea of a hero; with reference to whom I can only say that I should not like to meet him on a dark night。
Brown; our one earnest member; begged us to be reasonable; and reminded us; not for the first time; and not; perhaps; altogether unnecessarily; that these meetings were for the purpose of discussing business; not of talking nonsense。
Thus adjured; we attacked the subject conscientiously。
Brown's idea was that the man should be an out…and…out blackguard; until about the middle of the book; when some event should transpire that would have the effect of completely reforming him。 This naturally brought the discussion down to the question with which I have commenced this chapter: Does man ever reform? I argued in the negative; and gave the reasons for my disbelief much as I have set them forth here。 MacShaughnassy; on the other hand; contended that he did; and instanced the case of himselfa man who; in his early days; so he asserted; had been a scatterbrained; impracticable person; entirely without stability。
I maintained that this was merely an example of enormous will…power enabling a man to overcome and rise superior to the defects of character with which nature had handicapped him。
〃My opinion of you;〃 I said; 〃is that you are naturally a hopelessly irresponsible; well…meaning ass。 But;〃 I continued quickly; seeing his hand reaching out towards a complete Shakespeare in one volume that lay upon the piano; 〃your mental capabilities are of such extraordinary power that you can disguise this fact; and make yourself appear a man of sense and wisdom。〃
Brown agreed with me that in MacShaughnassy's case traces of the former disposition were clearly apparent; but pleaded that the illustration was an unfortunate one; and that it ought not to have weight in the discussion。
〃Seriously speaking;〃 said he; 〃don't you think that there are some experiences great enough to break up and re…form a man's nature?〃
〃To break up;〃 I replied; 〃yes; but to re…form; no。 Passing through a great experience may shatter a man; or it may strengthen a man; just as passing through a furnace may melt or purify metal; but no furnace ever lit upon this earth can change a bar of gold into a bar of lead; or a bar of lead into one of gold。〃
I asked Jephson what he thought。 He did not consider the bar of gold simile a good one。 He held that a man's character was not an immutable element。 He likened it to a drugpoison or elixir compounded by each man for himself from the pharmacopoeia of all things known to life and time; and saw no impossibility; though some improbability; in the glass being flung aside and a fresh draught prepared with pain and labour。
〃Well;〃 I said; 〃let us put the case practically; did you ever know a man's character to change?〃
〃Yes;〃 he answered; 〃I did know a man whose character seemed to me to be completely changed by an experience that happened to him。 It may; as you say; only have been that he was shattered; or that the lesson may have taught him to keep his natural disposition ever under control。 The result; in any case; was striking。〃
We asked him to give us the history of the case; and he did so。
〃He was a friend of some cousins of mine;〃 Jephson began; 〃people I used to see a good deal of in my undergraduate days。 When I met him first he was a young fellow of twenty…six; strong mentally and physically; and of a stern and stubborn nature that those who liked him called masterful; and that those who disliked hima more numerous bodytermed tyrannical。 When I saw him three years later; he was an old man of twenty…nine; gentle and yielding beyond the border…line of weakness; mistrustful of himself and considerate of others to a degree that was often unwise。 Formerly; his anger had been a thing very easily and frequently aroused。 Since the change of which I speak; I have never known the shade of anger to cross his face but once。 In the course of a walk; one day; we came upon a young rough terrifying a small child by pretending to set a dog at her。 He seized the boy with a grip that almost choked him; and administered to him a punishment that seemed to me altogether out of proportion to the crime; brutal though it was。
〃I remonstrated with him when he rejoined me。
〃'Yes;' he replied apologetically; 'I suppose I'm a hard judge of some follies。' And; knowing what his haunted eyes were looking at; I said no more。
〃He was junior partner in a large firm of tea brokers in the City。 There was not much for him to do in the London office; and when; therefore; as the result of some mortgage transactions; a South Indian tea plantation fell into the hands of the firm; it was suggested that he should go out and take the management of it。 The plan suited him admirably。 He was a man in every way qualified to lead a rough life; to face a by no means contemptible amount of difficulty and danger; to govern a small army of native workers more amenable to fear than to affection。 Such a life; demanding thought and action; would afford his strong nature greater interest and enjoyment than he could ever hope to obtain amid the cramped surroundings of civilisation。
〃Only one thing could in reason have been urged against the arrangement; that thing was his wife。 She was a fragile; delicate girl; whom he had married in obedience to that instinct of attraction towards the opposite which Nature; for the purpose of maintaining her average; has implanted in our breastsa timid; meek…eyed creature; one of those women to whom death is less terrible than danger; and fate easier to face than fear。 Such women have been known to run screaming from a mouse and to meet martyrdom with heroism。 They can no more keep their nerves from trembling than an aspen tree can stay the quivering of its leaves。
〃That she was totally unfitted for; and would be made wretched by the life to which his acceptance of the post would condemn her might have readily occurred to him; had he stopped to consider for a moment her feelings in the matter。 But to view a question from any other standpoint than his own was not his habit。 That he loved her passionately; in his way; as a thing belonging to himself; there can be no doubt; but it was with the love that such men have for the dog they will thrash; the horse they will spur to a broken back。 To consult her on the subject never entered his head。 He informed her one day of his decision and of the date of their sailing; and; handing her a handsome cheque; told her to purchase all things necessary to her; and to let him know if she needed more; and she; loving him with a dog…like devotion that was not good for him; opened her big eyes a little wider; but said nothing。 She thought much about the coming change to herself; however; and; when nobody was by; she would cry softly; then; hearing his footsteps; would hastily wipe away the traces of her tears; and go to meet him with a smile。
〃Now; her timidity and nervousness; which at home had been a butt for mere chaff; became; under the new circumstances of their life; a serious annoyance to the man。 A woman who seemed unable to repress a scream whenever she turned and saw in the gloom a pair of piercing eyes looking out at her from a dusky face; who was liable to drop off her horse with fear at the sound of a wild beast's roar a mile off; and who would turn white and limp with horror a