‘The lord’s name?’ said Gower.
’Lord Fleetwood, Sarah named him. And so it pleases him to spend his money!’
’He has other tastes. I know something of him, sir. He promises to be a patron of Literature as well. His mother was a South Wales woman.’
‘Could he be persuaded to publish a grand edition of the Triads?’ Mr. Woodseer said at once.
‘No man more likely.’
‘If you see him, suggest it.’
’Very little chance of my meeting him again. But those Triads! They’re in our blood. They spring to tie knots in the head. They push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball. They were good for primitive times: but they—or the trick of the mind engendered by them—trip my steps along the lines of composition. I produce pellets instead of flowing sheets. It’ll come right. At present I ’m so bent to pick and perfect, polish my phrase, that I lose my survey. As a consequence, my vocabulary falters.’
‘Ah,’ Mr. Woodseer breathed and smote. ’This Literature is to be your profession for the means of living?’
’Nothing else. And I’m so low down in the market way of it, that I could not count on twenty pounds per annum. Fifty would give me standing, an independent fifty.’
‘To whom are you crying, Gower?’
‘Not to gamble, you may be sure.’
‘You have a home.’
’Good work of the head wants an easy conscience. I’ve too much of you in me for a comfortable pensioner.’
’Or is it not, that you have been living the gentleman out there, with just a holiday title to it?’
Gower was hit by his father’s thrust. ’I shall feel myself a pieman’s chuckpenny as long as I’m unproductive, now I ’ve come back and have to own to a home,’ he said.
Tea brought in by Mrs. Mary Jones rather brightened him until he considered that the enlivenment was due to a purchase by money, of which he was incapable, and he rejected it, like an honourable man. Simultaneously, the state of depression threw critic shades on a prized sentence or two among his recent confections. It was rejected for the best of reasons and the most discomforting: because it racked our English; signifying, that he had not yet learnt the right use of his weapons.