This was the first condensed statement of the case of our aromatic uncle.  It was only in reply to patient, and, I hope, loving, gentle, and considerate, questioning that the whole story came out—­at once pitiful and noble—­of the poor little butcher-boy who ran away to sea to be body-guard, servant, and friend to the splendid, showy, selfish youth whom he worshipped; whose heartlessness he cloaked for many a long year, who lived upon his bounty, and who died in his arms, nursed with a tenderness surpassing that of a brother.  And as far as I could find out, ingratitude and contempt had been his only reward.

I need not tell you that when I repeated all this to my wife she ran to the old gentleman’s room and told him all the things that I should not have known how to say—­that we cared for him; that we wanted him to stay with us; that he was far, far more our uncle than the brilliant, unprincipled scapegrace who had died years before, dead for almost a lifetime to the family who idolized him; and that we wanted him to stay with us as long as kind heaven would let him.  But it was of no use.  A change had come over our aromatic uncle which we could both of us see, but could not understand.  The duplicity of which he had been guilty weighed on his spirit.  The next day he went out for his usual walk, and he never came back.  We used every means of search and inquiry, but we never heard from him until we got this letter from Foo-choo-li: 

“Dear nephew and niece:  The present is to inform you that I am enjoying the Health that might be expected at my Age, and in my condition of Body, which is to say bad.  I ship you by to-day’s steamer, Pacific Monarch, four dozen jars of ginger, and two dozen ditto preserved oranges, to which I would have added some other Comfits, which I purposed offering for your acceptance, if it were not that my Physician has forbidden me to leave my Bed.  In case of Fatal Results from this trying Condition, my Will, duly attested, and made in your favor, will be placed in your hands by Messrs. Smithson & Smithson, my Customs Brokers, who will also pay all charges on goods sent.  The Health of this place being unfavorably affected by the Weather, you are unlikely to hear more from,

“Dear Nephew and Niece,

“Your affectionate
“Uncle.”

And we never did hear more—­except for his will—­from Our Aromatic Uncle; but our whole house still smells of his love.

QUALITY

BY

JOHN GALSWORTHY

Here the emphasis is upon character.  The plot is negligible—­ hardly exists.  The setting is carefully worked out because it is essential to the characterization.  By means of the shoemaker the author reveals at least a part of his philosophy of life—­that there is a subtle relation between a man and his work.  Each reacts on the other.  If a man recognizes the Soul of Things and strives to give it proper expression, he becomes an Artist and influences for good all who come into contact with him.