If she could not return it, I should have embittered her best comfort; for neither she nor I can be parted from her brother, and we should have to meet continually.

If she could not return it, I should have embittered her best comfort; for we should have to meet continually to tend to her brother.


If I were to cause her that sort of pain by an unwilling betrayal of my feeling, I should be no better than a mischievous animal."


"I don't know that I have ever betrayed _my_ feeling to her," said Hans, as if he were vindicating himself.


"You mean that we are on a level, then; you have no reason to envy me."


"Oh, not the slightest," said Hans, with bitter irony.


"You have measured my conceit and know that it out-tops all your advantages."


I am sorry, but I can't help it," said Deronda, rising.


"After what passed between us before, I wished to have this explanation; and I don't see that any pretensions of mine have made a real difference to you.

"I don't see that any pretensions of mine have made a difference to you.


They are not likely to make any pleasant difference to myself under present circumstances.

They are not likely to make any pleasant difference to myself.


Now the father is there--did you know that the father is there?"


If he were not a Jew I would permit myself to damn him--with faint praise, I mean," said Hans, but with no smile.


"She and I meet under greater constraint than ever.

she and I meet under greater constraint than ever.


Things might go on in this way for two years without my getting any insight into her feeling toward me.


That is the whole state of affairs, Hans.


Neither you nor I have injured the other, that I can see.


We must put up with this sort of rivalry in a hope that is likely enough to come to nothing.


Our friendship can bear that strain, surely."

: our friendship can bear that strain, surely."


"No, it can't," said Hans, impetuously, throwing down his tools, thrusting his hands into his coat-pockets, and turning round to face Deronda, who drew back a little and looked at him with amazement.

"No, it can't," said Hans, throwing down his tools, and turning to face Deronda, who looked at him with amazement.


"Our friendship--my friendship--can't bear the strain of behaving to you like an ungrateful dastard and grudging you your happiness.

"Our friendship can't bear the strain of my behaving to you like an ungrateful dastard and grudging you your happiness.


For you _are_ the happiest dog in the world.


If Mirah loves anybody better than her brother, _you are the man_."

If Mirah loves anybody better than her brother, you are the man."


Hans turned on his heel and threw himself into his chair, looking up at Deronda with an expression the reverse of tender.


Something like a shock passed through Deronda, and, after an instant, he said,

A shock passed through Deronda. After an instant, he said-


"It is a good-natured fiction of yours, Hans."


I assure you I found the fact disagreeable when it was thrust on me--all the more, or perhaps all the less, because I believed then that your heart was pledged to the duchess.

I found the fact disagreeable when it was thrust on me: I believed then that your heart was pledged to the duchess.


you turn out to be in love in the right place--a Jew--and everything eligible."

you turn out to be in love in the right place - a Jew - and everything eligible."


"Tell me what convinced you--there's a good fellow," said Deronda, distrusting a delight that he was unused to.

"Tell me what convinced you - there's a good fellow," said Deronda, distrusting his unfamiliar delight.


The upshot is, that Mirah is jealous of the duchess, and the sooner you relieve your mind the better.


I've cleared off a score or two, and may be allowed to swear at you for getting what you deserve--which is just the very best luck I know of."

I may be allowed to swear at you for getting what you deserve - which is just the very best luck."


said Deronda, putting out his hand, which the other took and wrung in silence.

said Deronda, putting out his hand, which the other shook in silence.


"Much adoe there was, God wot; He wold love and she wold not."


Extension, we know, is a very imperfect measure of things; and the length of the sun's journeying can no more tell us how life has advanced than the acreage of a field can tell us what growths may be active within it.

Length of time is a very imperfect measure of things;


A man may go south, and, stumbling over a bone, may meditate upon it till he has found a new starting-point for anatomy; or eastward, and discover a new key to language telling a new story of races; or he may head an expedition that opens new continental pathways, get himself maimed in body, and go through a whole heroic poem of resolve and endurance; and at the end of a few months he may come back to find his neighbors grumbling at the same parish grievance as before, or to see the same elderly gentleman treading the pavement in discourse with himself, shaking his head after the same percussive butcher's boy, and pausing at the same shop-window to look at the same prints.

a man may head an expedition that opens new continental pathways, and at the end of a few months come back to find his neighbours grumbling at the same parish grievance as before.


If the swiftest thinking has about the pace of a greyhound, the slowest must be supposed to move, like the limpet, by an apparent sticking, which after a good while is discerned to be a slight progression.

If the swiftest thinking has the pace of a greyhound, the slowest must be supposed to move, like the limpet, by an apparent sticking, which after a good while is discerned to be a slight progression.


Such differences are manifest in the variable intensity which we call human experience, from the revolutionary rush of change which makes a new inner and outer life, to that quiet recurrence of the familiar, which has no other epochs than those of hunger and the heavens.

Such differences are manifest in the variable intensity of human experience, from the revolutionary rush of change to the quiet recurrence of the familiar.


Something of this contrast was seen in the year's experience which had turned the brilliant, self-confident Gwendolen Harleth of the Archery Meeting into the crushed penitent impelled to confess her unworthiness where it would have been her happiness to be held worthy; while it had left her family in Pennicote without deeper change than that of some outward habits, and some adjustment of prospects and intentions to reduced income, fewer visits, and fainter compliments.

Something of this contrast was seen in the year's experience which had turned the brilliant, self-confident Gwendolen Harleth of the Archery Meeting into the crushed penitent impelled to confess her unworthiness; while it had left her family in Pennicote without deeper change than some adjustment of prospects as to reduced income and fewer visits.


The rectory was as pleasant a home as before: and the red and pink peonies on the lawn, the rows of hollyhocks by the hedges, had bloomed as well this year as last: the rector maintained his cheerful confidence in the good will of patrons and his resolution to deserve it by diligence in the fulfillment of his duties, whether patrons were likely to hear of it or not; doing nothing solely with an eye to promotion except, perhaps, the writing of two ecclesiastical articles, which having no signature, were attributed to some one else, except by the patrons who had a special copy sent them, and these certainly knew the author but did not read the articles.

The rectory was as pleasant a home as before: the red and pink peonies and hollyhocks had bloomed as well this year as last: the rector maintained his cheerful confidence in the good will of patrons, doing nothing with an eye to promotion except, perhaps, the writing of two ecclesiastical articles, which having no signature, were attributed to some one else, except by the patrons who had a special copy sent them, and these certainly knew the author but did not read the articles.


The rector, however, chewed no poisonous cud of suspicion on this point: he made marginal notes on his own copies to render them a more interesting loan, and was gratified that the Archdeacon and other authorities had nothing to say against the general tenor of his argument.

The rector, however, was gratified that the Archdeacon and other authorities had nothing to say against his argument.


Peaceful authorship!--living in the air of the fields and downs, and not in the thrice-breathed breath of criticism--bringing no Dantesque leanness; rather, assisting nutrition by complacency, and perhaps giving a more suffusive sense of achievement than the production of a whole _Divina Commedia_.


Then there was the father's recovered delight in his favorite son, which was a happiness outweighing the loss of eighteen hundred a year.

Then there was the father's delight in his favourite son, which was a happiness outweighing the loss of eighteen hundred a year.


Of whatever nature might be the hidden change wrought in Rex by the disappointment of his first love, it was apparently quite secondary to that evidence of more serious ambition which dated from the family misfortune; indeed, Mr. Gascoigne was inclined to regard the little affair which had caused him so much anxiety the year before as an evaporation of superfluous moisture, a kind of finish to the baking process which the human dough demands.

However Rex had been changed by the disappointment of his first love, his serious ambition dated from the family misfortune; indeed, Mr. Gascoigne was inclined to regard the little affair which had caused him so much anxiety as a kind of finish to the baking process which the human dough demands.


Rex had lately come down for a summer visit to the rectory, bringing Anna home, and while he showed nearly the old liveliness with his brothers and sisters, he continued in his holiday the habits of the eager student, rising early in the morning and shutting himself up early in the evenings to carry on a fixed course of study.

Rex had lately come for a summer visit to the rectory, bringing Anna home, and while still lively with his brothers and sisters, he rose early in the morning and shut himself up in the evenings to study.


"You don't repent the choice of the law as a profession, Rex?"


"There is no profession I would choose before it," said Rex.


"I should like to end my life as a first-rate judge, and help to draw up a code."


I should say, 'Give me something to do with making the laws, and let who will make the songs.'"


"You will have to stow in an immense amount of rubbish, I suppose--that's the worst of it," said the rector.

"You have to learn an immense amount of rubbish, I suppose," said the rector.


"I don't see that law-rubbish is worse than any other sort.


It is not so bad as the rubbishy literature that people choke their minds with.


Our wittiest men have often been lawyers.


Any orderly way of looking at things as cases and evidence seems to me better than a perpetual wash of odds and ends bearing on nothing in particular.


And then, from a higher point of view, the foundations and the growth of law make the most interesting aspects of philosophy and history.


Of course there will be a good deal that is troublesome, drudging, perhaps exasperating.

Of course there will be a good deal that is troublesome and drudging.


But the great prizes in life can't be won easily--I see that."

But the great prizes in life can't be won easily."


"Well, my boy, the best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.

"Well, my boy, the best augury of a man's success in any line of work is that he thinks it the finest in the world.


But I fancy it so with most work when a man goes into it with a will.


Brewitt, the blacksmith, said to me the other day that his 'prentice had no mind to his trade; 'and yet, sir,' said Brewitt, 'what would a young fellow have if he doesn't like the blacksmithing?"

Brewitt, the blacksmith, said to me the other day that his apprentice had no mind to his trade; 'and yet, sir,' said Brewitt, 'what would a young fellow have if he doesn't like the blacksmithing?'"


The rector cherished a fatherly delight, which he allowed to escape him only in moderation.

The rector cherished a fatherly delight in his son, which he showed in moderation.


Warham, who had gone to India, he had easily borne parting with, but Rex was that romance of later life which a man sometimes finds in a son whom he recognizes as superior to himself, picturing a future eminence for him according to a variety of famous examples.


It was only to his wife that he said with decision: "Rex will be a distinguished man, Nancy, I am sure of it--as sure as Paley's father was about his son."

It was only to his wife that he said: "Rex will be a distinguished man, Nancy, I am sure of it."


"That is hardly to the point, my dear," said the rector, who did not remember that irrelevant detail.


And Mrs. Gascoigne felt that she had spoken rather weakly.


This quiet trotting of time at the rectory was shared by the group who had exchanged the faded dignity of Offendene for the low white house not a mile off, well enclosed with evergreens, and known to the villagers, as "Jodson's."

This quiet trotting of time at the rectory was shared by Mrs Davilow and her family at the low white house not a mile off, enclosed with evergreens, and known to the villagers as "Jodson's."


Mrs. Davilow's delicate face showed only a slight deepening of its mild melancholy, her hair only a few more silver lines, in consequence of the last year's trials; the four girls had bloomed out a little from being less in the shade; and the good Jocosa preserved her serviceable neutrality toward the pleasures and glories of the world as things made for those who were not "in a situation."

Mrs. Davilow's delicate face showed only a slight deepening of its mild melancholy, her hair only a few more silver lines; the four girls had bloomed a little from being less in the shade; and the good Jocosa preserved her serviceable neutrality of feeling.


The low narrow drawing-room, enlarged by two quaint projecting windows, with lattices wide open on a July afternoon to the scent of monthly roses, the faint murmurs of the garden, and the occasional rare sound of hoofs and wheels seeming to clarify the succeeding silence, made rather a crowded, lively scene, Rex and Anna being added to the usual group of six.

The narrow drawing-room, enlarged by two quaint projecting windows, with lattices wide open on a July afternoon to the scent of roses, made rather a crowded, lively scene. Rex and Anna were added to the usual group of six.


Anna, always a favorite with her younger cousins, had much to tell of her new experience, and the acquaintances she had made in London, and when on her first visit she came alone, many questions were asked her about Gwendolen's house in Grosvenor Square, what Gwendolen herself had said, and what any one else had said about Gwendolen.

Anna had much to tell her cousins of her experience of London, and when she came alone, many questions were asked her about Gwendolen's house in Grosvenor Square, what Gwendolen had said, and what anyone else had said about her.


Had Anna been to see Gwendolen after she had known about the yacht?


No:--an answer which left speculation free concerning everything connected with that interesting unknown vessel beyond the fact that Gwendolen had written just before she set out to say that Mr. Grandcourt and she were going yachting on the Mediterranean, and again from Marseilles to say that she was sure to like the yachting, the cabins were very elegant, and she would probably not send another letter till she had written quite a long diary filled with _dittos_.

Gwendolen had written to her family to say that Mr. Grandcourt and she were going yachting on the Mediterranean, and again from Marseilles to say that the cabins were very elegant, and that she would probably not send another letter for a while.


Also, this movement of Mr. and Mrs. Grandcourt had been mentioned in "the newspaper;" so that altogether this new phase of Gwendolen's exalted life made a striking part of the sisters' romance, the book-devouring Isabel throwing in a corsair or two to make an adventure that might end well.

This movement of Mr. and Mrs. Grandcourt had been mentioned in "the newspaper;" so that altogether this phase of Gwendolen's exalted life made a striking part of the sisters' romantic speculations.


But when Rex was present, the girls, according to instructions, never started this fascinating topic, and to-day there had only been animated descriptions of the Meyricks and their extraordinary Jewish friends, which caused some astonished questioning from minds to which the idea of live Jews, out of a book, suggested a difference deep enough to be almost zoological, as of a strange race in Pliny's Natural History that might sleep under the shade of its own ears.

But when Rex was present, the girls never started this fascinating topic. Today there had only been animated descriptions of the Meyricks and their extraordinary Jewish friends. To the sisters, who knew of Jews only from books, these accounts were as alien as the depiction of a strange race in Pliny's Natural History, that could sleep under the shade of its own ears.


Bertha could not imagine what Jews believed now; and she had a dim idea that they rejected the Old Testament since it proved the New; Miss Merry thought that Mirah and her brother could "never have been properly argued with," and the amiable Alice did not mind what the Jews believed, she was sure she "couldn't bear them."

Bertha had a dim idea that Jews rejected the Old Testament since it proved the New; Miss Merry thought that Mirah and her brother could "never have been properly argued with," and the amiable Alice did not mind what the Jews believed, she was sure she "couldn't bear them."


Mrs. Davilow corrected her by saying that the great Jewish families who were in society were quite what they ought to be both in London and Paris, but admitted that the commoner unconverted Jews were objectionable; and Isabel asked whether Mirah talked just as they did, or whether you might be with her and not find out that she was a Jewess.

Mrs. Davilow corrected her by saying that the great Jewish families in society were quite what they ought to be, but admitted that the commoner unconverted Jews were objectionable; and Isabel asked whether Mirah talked just as they did.


Rex, who had no partisanship with the Israelites, having made a troublesome acquaintance with the minutiae of their ancient history in the form of "cram," was amusing himself by playfully exaggerating the notion of each speaker, while Anna begged them all to understand that he was only joking, when the laughter was interrupted by the bringing in of a letter for Mrs. Davilow.

Rex was amusing himself by playfully exaggerating the notion of each speaker, when the laughter was interrupted by the bringing in of a letter for Mrs. Davilow.


A messenger had run with it in great haste from the rectory.


It enclosed a telegram, and as Mrs. Davilow read and re-read it in silence and agitation, all eyes were turned on her with anxiety, but no one dared to speak.

It enclosed a telegram, which Mrs. Davilow read in agitated silence, while all eyes were turned anxiously on her.


Looking up at last and seeing the young faces "painted with fear," she remembered that they might be imagining something worse than the truth, something like her own first dread which made her unable to understand what was written, and she said, with a sob which was half relief,

Looking up at last at their troubled faces, with a sob which was half relief that the news was not worse-


"My dears, Mr. Grandcourt--" She paused an instant, and then began again, "Mr. Grandcourt is drowned."

"My dears, Mr. Grandcourt-" She paused, and then began again. "Mr. Grandcourt is drowned."


Rex started up as if a missile had been suddenly thrown into the room.


He could not help himself, and Anna's first look was at him.


But then, gathering some self-command while Mrs. Davilow was reading what the rector had written on the enclosing paper, he said,

Then, gathering some self-command while Mrs. Davilow was reading what the rector had written on the enclosing paper, he said-


Can I carry any word to my father from you?"


Tell him I will be ready--he is very good.

Tell him I will be ready - he is very good.


He says he will go with me to Genoa--he will be here at half-past six.

He says he will go with me to Genoa - he will be here at half-past six.


She is safe--Gwendolen is safe--but she must be ill.


I am sure she must be very ill. Rex, dear--Rex and Anna--go and and tell your father I will be quite ready.

I am sure she must be very ill. Rex, dear, go and tell your father I will be quite ready.


I would not for the world lose another night.


I can travel night and day till we get there."


Rex and Anna hurried away through the sunshine which was suddenly solemn to them, without uttering a word to each other: she chiefly possessed by solicitude about any reopening of his wound, he struggling with a tumultuary crowd of thoughts that were an offence against his better will.

Rex and Anna hurried away through the sunshine which was suddenly solemn to them, without uttering a word to each other: she anxious about any reopening of his wound, he struggling with a tumult of thoughts that were an offence against his better will.


The tumult being undiminished when they were at the rectory gate, he said,


"Nannie, I will leave you to say everything to my father.


If he wants me immediately, let me know.


I shall stay in the shrubbery for ten minutes--only ten minutes."

I shall stay in the shrubbery for ten minutes."


Who has been quite free from egoistic escapes of the imagination, picturing desirable consequences on his own future in the presence of another's misfortune, sorrow, or death?

Who has been quite free from egoistic imaginings, picturing desirable consequences on his own future based on another's misfortune or death?


The expected promotion or legacy is the common type of a temptation which makes speech and even prayer a severe avoidance of the most insistent thoughts, and sometimes raises an inward shame, a self-distaste that is worse than any other form of unpleasant companionship.

This type of temptation sometimes raises an inward shame, a self-distaste that is worse than any other form of unpleasant companionship.


In Rex's nature the shame was immediate, and overspread like an ugly light all the hurrying images of what might come, which thrust themselves in with the idea that Gwendolen was again free--overspread them, perhaps, the more persistently because every phantasm of a hope was quickly nullified by a more substantial obstacle.

In Rex's nature the shame was immediate, and overspread like an ugly light all the hurrying images of what might come now that Gwendolen was again free - overspread them, perhaps, the more persistently because every phantom hope was quickly nullified by an obstacle.


Before the vision of "Gwendolen free" rose the impassable vision of "Gwendolen rich, exalted, courted;" and if in the former time, when both their lives were fresh, she had turned from his love with repugnance, what ground was there for supposing that her heart would be more open to him in the future?

If formerly, when both their lives were fresh, she had turned from his love with repugnance, what ground was there for supposing that her heart would be more open to him in the future?


These thoughts, which he wanted to master and suspend, were like a tumultuary ringing of opposing chimes that he could not escape from by running.

These thoughts were like a ringing of opposing chimes that he could not escape.


During the last year he had brought himself into a state of calm resolve, and now it seemed that three words had been enough to undo all that difficult work, and cast him back into the wretched fluctuations of a longing which he recognized as simply perturbing and hopeless.

During the last year he had brought himself into a state of calm resolve, and now it seemed that three words had been enough to undo all that difficult work, and cast him back into a hopeless longing


And at this moment the activity of such longing had an untimeliness that made it repulsive to his better self.

, whose untimeliness was repulsive to his better self.


Excuse poor Rex; it was not much more than eighteen months since he had been laid low by an archer who sometimes touches his arrow with a subtle, lingering poison.

Excuse poor Rex; it was only eighteen months since he had been laid low by an archer who sometimes touches his arrow with a subtle, lingering poison


The disappointment of a youthful passion has effects as incalculable as those of small-pox which may make one person plain and a genius, another less plain and more foolish, another plain without detriment to his folly, and leave perhaps the majority without obvious change.


Everything depends--not on the mere fact of disappointment, but--on the nature affected and the force that stirs it.


In Rex's well-endowed nature, brief as the hope had been, the passionate stirring had gone deep, and the effect of disappointment was revolutionary, though fraught with a beneficent new order which retained most of the old virtues; in certain respects he believed that it had finally determined the bias and color of his life.

In Rex's nature, brief as the hope had been, the passionate stirring had gone deep, and the effect of disappointment was revolutionary; he believed that it had determined the colour of his life.


Now, however, it seemed that his inward peace was hardly more than that of republican Florence, and his heart no better than the alarm-bell that made work slack and tumult busy.

Now, however, it seemed that his inward peace was overturned.


Rex's love had been of that sudden, penetrating, clinging sort which the ancients knew and sung, and in singing made a fashion of talk for many moderns whose experience has by no means a fiery, demonic character.

Rex's love had been of that sudden, penetrating, clinging sort which the ancients knew and sung.


To have the consciousness suddenly steeped with another's personality, to have the strongest inclinations possessed by an image which retains its dominance in spite of change and apart from worthiness--nay, to feel a passion which clings faster for the tragic pangs inflicted by a cruel, reorganized unworthiness--is a phase of love which in the feeble and common-minded has a repulsive likeness to his blind animalism insensible to the higher sway of moral affinity or heaven-lit admiration.

To have the consciousness suddenly steeped with another's personality, which retains its dominance in spite of change and apart from worthiness, is a type of love which the common-minded may call blind animalism, insensible to the higher sway of moral affinity.


But when this attaching force is present in a nature not of brutish unmodifiableness, but of a human dignity that can risk itself safely, it may even result in a devotedness not unfit to be called divine in a higher sense than the ancient.

But when this attaching force is present in a dignified nature that can risk itself safely, it may result in a devotedness not unfit to be called divine.


Phlegmatic rationality stares and shakes its head at these unaccountable prepossessions, but they exist as undeniably as the winds and waves, determining here a wreck and there a triumphant voyage.


This sort of passion had nested in the sweet-natured, strong Rex, and he had made up his mind to its companionship, as if it had been an object supremely dear, stricken dumb and helpless, and turning all the future of tenderness into a shadow of the past.

This sort of passion had nested in the sweet-natured, strong Rex, and he had made up his mind to its companionship, as if it had been an object supremely dear, stricken dumb and helpless.


But he had also made up his mind that his life was not to be pauperized because he had had to renounce one sort of joy; rather, he had begun life again with a new counting-up of the treasures that remained to him, and he had even felt a release of power such as may come from ceasing to be afraid of your own neck.

But he had also decided that his life was not to be pauperized because he had had to renounce one sort of joy; rather, he had begun life again with a new counting-up of the treasures that remained to him.


And now, here he was pacing the shrubbery, angry with himself that the sense of irrevocableness in his lot, which ought in reason to have been as strong as ever, had been shaken by a change of circumstances that could make no change in relation to him.

And now, here he was pacing the shrubbery, angry with himself that the sense of irrevocableness in his lot had been shaken by a change of circumstances that could make no change in relation to him.


He told himself the truth quite roughly,

He told himself the truth quite roughly-


"She would never love me; and that is not the question--I could never approach her as a lover in her present position.

"She would never love me; and I could never approach her as a lover in her present position.


I am exactly of no consequence at all, and am not likely to be of much consequence till my head is turning gray.


She would not have me on any terms, and I would not ask her.


It is a meanness to be thinking about it now--no better than lurking about the battle-field to strip the dead; but there never was more gratuitous sinning.

It is a meanness to be thinking about it now - no better than lurking about the battle-field to strip the dead.


I have nothing to gain there--absolutely nothing.


Then why can't I face the facts, and behave as they demand, instead of leaving my father to suppose that there are matters he can't speak to me about, though I might be useful in them?"

Then why can't I face the facts, and behave as they demand, instead of leaving my father to suppose that there are matters he can't speak to me about?"


The last thought made one wave with the impulse that sent Rex walking firmly into the house and through the open door of the study, where he saw his father packing a traveling-desk.

The last thought sent Rex walking firmly inside and into the study, where he saw his father packing a travelling-desk.


said Rex, with rallied courage, as his father looked up at him.

said Rex, with rallied courage, as his father looked up.


"Yes, my boy; when I'm gone, just see to my letters, and answer where necessary, and send me word of everything.


Dymock will manage the parish very well, and you will stay with your mother, or, at least, go up and down again, till I come back, whenever that may be."


"You will hardly be very long, sir, I suppose," said Rex, beginning to strap a railway rug.


"You will perhaps bring my cousin back to England?"


He forced himself to speak of Gwendolen for the first time, and the rector noticed the epoch with satisfaction.

He forced himself to speak of Gwendolen for the first time, and the rector noticed this with satisfaction.


"That depends," he answered, taking the subject as a matter-of-course between them.


"Perhaps her mother may stay there with her, and I may come back very soon.


This telegram leaves us in ignorance which is rather anxious.


But no doubt the arrangements of the will lately made are satisfactory, and there may possibly be an heir yet to be born.

But no doubt the arrangements of the will are satisfactory, and


In any case, I feel confident that Gwendolen will be liberally--I should expect, splendidly--provided for."

I feel confident that Gwendolen will be liberally provided for."


"It must have been a great shock for her," said Rex, getting more resolute after the first twinge had been borne.

"It must have been a great shock for her," said Rex, with resolution.


"No doubt of it," said the rector, in his most decided manner.


"Few men of his position would have come forward as he did under the circumstances."


Rex had never seen Grandcourt, had never been spoken to about him by any one of the family, and knew nothing of Gwendolen's flight from her suitor to Leubronn.

Rex had never seen Grandcourt, and knew nothing of Gwendolen's flight from her suitor to Leubronn.


He only knew that Grandcourt, being very much in love with her, had made her an offer in the first weeks of her sudden poverty, and had behaved very handsomely in providing for her mother and sisters.

He only knew that Grandcourt, being in love with her, had made her an offer in the first weeks of her sudden poverty, and had behaved very handsomely in providing for her family.


That was all very natural and what Rex himself would have liked to do.


Grandcourt had been a lucky fellow, and had had some happiness before he got drowned.


Yet Rex wondered much whether Gwendolen had been in love with the successful suitor, or had only forborne to tell him that she hated being made love to.

Yet Rex wondered much whether Gwendolen had been in love with him, or had only refrained from telling him that she hated being made love to.


There be who hold that the deeper tragedy were a Prometheus Bound not _after_ but _before_ he had well got the celestial fire into the _narthex_ whereby it might be conveyed to mortals: thrust by the Kratos and Bia of instituted methods into a solitude of despised ideas, fastened in throbbing helplessness by the fatal pressure of poverty and disease--a solitude where many pass by, but none regard.


"Second-sight" is a flag over disputed ground.


But it is matter of knowledge that there are persons whose yearnings, conceptions--nay, traveled conclusions--continually take the form of images which have a foreshadowing power; the deed they would do starts up before them in complete shape, making a coercive type; the event they hunger for or dread rises into vision with a seed-like growth, feeding itself fast on unnumbered impressions.

But there are people whose yearnings and ideas have a foreshadowing power; the deed they would do starts up before them in complete shape; the event they hunger for, or dread, rises into vision.


They are not always the less capable of the argumentative process, nor less sane than the commonplace calculators of the market: sometimes it may be that their natures have manifold openings, like the hundred-gated Thebes, where there may naturally be a greater and more miscellaneous inrush than through a narrow beadle-watched portal.

These people are not always less sane or logical than others: but it may be that their natures are more open to impressions.


No doubt there are abject specimens of the visionary, as there is a minim mammal which you might imprison in the finger of your glove.


That small relative of the elephant has no harm in him; but what great mental or social type is free from specimens whose insignificance is both ugly and noxious?


One is afraid to think of all that the genus "patriot" embraces; or of the elbowing there might be at the day of judgment for those who ranked as authors, and brought volumes either in their hands or on trucks.


This apology for inevitable kinship is meant to usher in some facts about Mordecai, whose figure had bitten itself into Deronda's mind as a new question which he felt an interest in getting answered.

The figure of Mordecai had bitten itself into Deronda's mind as a new question which he felt an interest in getting answered.


But the interest was no more than a vaguely-expectant suspense: the consumptive-looking Jew, apparently a fervid student of some kind, getting his crust by a quiet handicraft, like Spinoza, fitted into none of Deronda's anticipations.

But the interest was no more than a vaguely-expectant suspense: the consumptive-looking Jew, apparently a fervid student of some kind, fitted into none of Deronda's anticipations.


It was otherwise with the effect of their meeting on Mordecai.


For many winters, while he had been conscious of an ebbing physical life, and as widening spiritual loneliness, all his passionate desire had concentrated itself in the yearning for some young ear into which he could pour his mind as a testament, some soul kindred enough to accept the spiritual product of his own brief, painful life, as a mission to be executed.

For many winters, he had been conscious both of ebbing physical life, and a widening spiritual loneliness. All his desire had concentrated in the yearning for some young ear into which he could pour his mind, some soul kindred enough to accept the spiritual product of his own brief, painful life.


It was remarkable that the hopefulness which is often the beneficent illusion of consumptive patients, was in Mordecai wholly diverted from the prospect of bodily recovery and carried into the current of this yearning for transmission.


The yearning, which had panted upward from out of over-whelming discouragements, had grown into a hope--the hope into a confident belief, which, instead of being checked by the clear conception he had of his hastening decline, took rather the intensity of expectant faith in a prophecy which has only brief space to get fulfilled in.

The yearning had grown into a hope - the hope into a confident belief, which, instead of being checked by his knowledge of his hastening decline, became an intense expectant faith as if in a prophecy which has only a brief time to be fulfilled.


Some years had now gone since he had first begun to measure men with a keen glance, searching for a possibility which became more and more a distinct conception.

Some years had now gone by since he had first begun to measure men with a keen glance, searching for such a person.


Such distinctness as it had at first was reached chiefly by a method of contrast: he wanted to find a man who differed from himself.


Tracing reasons in that self for the rebuffs he had met with and the hindrances that beset him, he imagined a man who would have all the elements necessary for sympathy with him, but in an embodiment unlike his own: he must be a Jew, intellectually cultured, morally fervid--in all this a nature ready to be plenished from Mordecai's; but his face and frame must be beautiful and strong, he must have been used to all the refinements of social life, his voice must flow with a full and easy current, his circumstances be free from sordid need: he must glorify the possibilities of the Jew, not sit and wonder as Mordecai did, bearing the stamp of his people amid the sign of poverty and waning breath.

He imagined a man who would have all the elements necessary for sympathy with him, but in a body unlike his own: he must be a Jew, cultured, morally fervent; but he must be beautiful and strong, he must be socially refined, his voice must flow with a full and easy current. His circumstances must be free from sordid need: he must glorify the possibilities of the Jew, not sit amidst poverty as Mordecai did.


Sensitive to physical characteristics, he had, both abroad and in England, looked at pictures as well as men, and in a vacant hour he had sometimes lingered in the National Gallery in search of paintings which might feed his hopefulness with grave and noble types of the human form, such as might well belong to men of his own race.

He had looked at pictures as well as men, and had sometimes lingered in the National Gallery in search of paintings which might feed his hopefulness with noble types of humanity that might


The instances are scattered but thinly over the galleries of Europe, in which the fortune or selection even of the chief masters has given to art a face at once young, grand, and beautiful, where, if there is any melancholy, it is no feeble passivity, but enters into the foreshadowed capability of heroism.


Some observant persons may perhaps remember his emaciated figure, and dark eyes deep in their sockets, as he stood in front of a picture that had touched him either to new or habitual meditation: he commonly wore a cloth cap with black fur round it, which no painter would have asked him to take off.

Observant persons might note his emaciated figure, and dark deep-set eyes, as he stood in front of a picture that had touched him: he commonly wore a cloth cap with black fur round it, which no painter would have asked him to take off.


But spectators would be likely to think of him as an odd-looking Jew who probably got money out of pictures; and Mordecai, when he looked at them, was perfectly aware of the impression he made.

But spectators would be likely to regard him as an odd-looking Jew, who probably made money from pictures; and Mordecai was perfectly aware of the impression he made.


Experience had rendered him morbidly alive to the effect of a man's poverty and other physical disadvantages in cheapening his ideas, unless they are those of a Peter the Hermit who has a tocsin for the rabble.

Experience had rendered him morbidly alive to the effect of a man's poverty in cheapening his ideas.


But he was too sane and generous to attribute his spiritual banishment solely to the excusable prejudices of others; certain incapacities of his own had made the sentence of exclusion; and hence it was that his imagination had constructed another man who would be something more ample than the second soul bestowed, according to the notion of the Cabalists, to help out the insufficient first--who would be a blooming human life, ready to incorporate all that was worthiest in an existence whose visible, palpable part was burning itself fast away.

But he was too sane and generous to attribute his spiritual banishment solely to prejudice; his own incapacities played a part; and hence he imagined another, flourishing man, ready to incorporate all that was worthiest from an existence which was burning itself fast away.


His inward need for the conception of this expanded, prolonged self was reflected as an outward necessity.


The thoughts of his heart (that ancient phrase best shadows the truth) seemed to him too precious, too closely interwoven with the growth of things not to have a further destiny.


And as the more beautiful, the stronger, the more executive self took shape in his mind, he loved it beforehand with an affection half identifying, half contemplative and grateful.

As the more beautiful, the stronger, the more executive self took shape in his mind, he loved it beforehand with an affection half identifying, half contemplative and grateful.


Mordecai's mind wrought so constantly in images, that his coherent trains of thought often resembled the significant dreams attributed to sleepers by waking persons in their most inventive moments: nay, they often resembled genuine dreams in their way of breaking off the passage from the known to the unknown.

Mordecai's mind worked so constantly in images, that his trains of thought often resembled dreams.


Thus, for a long while, he habitually thought of the Being answering to his need as one distantly approaching or turning his back toward him, darkly painted against a golden sky.

Thus, he thought of the Being answering to his need as one distantly approaching, dark against a golden sky.


The reason of the golden sky lay in one of Mordecai's habits.


He was keenly alive to some poetic aspects of London; and a favorite resort of his, when strength and leisure allowed, was to some of the bridges, especially about sunrise or sunset.

: he liked to visit London's bridges, especially about sunrise or sunset.


Even when he was bending over watch-wheels and trinkets, or seated in a small upper room looking out on dingy bricks and dingy cracked windows, his imagination spontaneously planted him on some spot where he had a far-stretching scene; his thoughts went on in wide spaces; and whenever he could, he tried to have in reality the influences of a large sky.

Even when he was bending over watch-wheels and trinkets, his imagination took him to a far-stretching scene; his thoughts went on in wide spaces; and whenever he could, he tried to see them in reality.


Leaning on the parapet of Blackfriar's Bridge, and gazing meditatively, the breadth and calm of the river, with its long vista half hazy, half luminous, the grand dim masses of tall forms of buildings which were the signs of world-commerce, the oncoming of boats and barges from the still distance into sound and color, entered into his mood and blent themselves indistinguishably with his thinking, as a fine symphony to which we can hardly be said to listen, makes a medium that bears up our spiritual wings.

As he leaned on the parapet of Blackfriars Bridge, the calm breadth of the river with its long hazy vista, the grand dim masses of tall buildings, the oncoming of boats and barges from the still distance, entered into his mood like a fine symphony.


Thus it happened that the figure representative of Mordecai's longing was mentally seen darkened by the excess of light in the aerial background.

Thus the figure that represented Mordecai's longing was mentally seen darkened by the bright sky in the background.


But in the inevitable progress of his imagination toward fuller detail, he ceased to see the figure with its back toward him.

But in the progress of his imagination toward fuller detail, the figure


It began to advance, and a face became discernible; the words youth, beauty, refinement, Jewish birth, noble gravity, turned into hardly individual but typical form and color: gathered from his memory of faces seen among the Jews of Holland and Bohemia, and from the paintings which revived that memory.

began to advance, and a face became discernible; he saw youth, beauty, refinement, Jewish birth and noble gravity.


Reverently let it be said of this mature spiritual need that it was akin to the boy's and girl's picturing of the future beloved; but the stirrings of such young desire are feeble compared with the passionate current of an ideal life straining to embody itself, made intense by resistance to imminent dissolution.

This spiritual need was akin to the boy's and girl's picturing of the future beloved; but the stirrings of such young desire are feeble compared with the passion of an ideal life straining to embody itself, in intense resistance to oncoming death.


The visionary form became a companion and auditor; keeping a place not only in the waking imagination, but in those dreams of lighter slumber of which it is truest to say, "I sleep, but my heart waketh"--when the disturbing trivial story of yesterday is charged with the impassioned purpose of years.

This visionary form became a companion not only in his waking imagination, but in his sleep.


Of late the urgency of irremediable time, measured by the gradual choking of life, had turned Mordecai's trust into an agitated watch for the fulfillment that must be at hand.

Of late the urgency of time, measured by the gradual choking of life, had turned Mordecai's trust into an agitated watch for the fulfilment that must be at hand.


Was the bell on the verge of tolling, the sentence about to be executed?


The deliverer's footstep must be near--the deliverer who was to rescue Mordecai's spiritual travail from oblivion, and give it an abiding-place in the best heritage of his people.

The deliverer must be near - the deliverer who would save Mordecai's spiritual work from oblivion, and preserve it in the heritage of his people.


An insane exaggeration of his own value, even if his ideas had been as true and precious as those of Columbus or Newton, many would have counted this yearning, taking it as the sublimer part for a man to say, "If not I, then another," and to hold cheap the meaning of his own life.

Many would have seen this yearning as an insane exaggeration of his own value.


But the fuller nature desires to be an agent, to create, and not merely to look on: strong love hungers to bless, and not merely to behold blessing.

But love hungers to bless, not merely to behold blessing.


And while there is warmth enough in the sun to feed an energetic life, there will still be men to feel, "I am lord of this moment's change, and will charge it with my soul."

And while there is warmth enough in the sun to feed life, there will still be men to feel, "I am lord of this moment, and will charge it with my soul."


But with that mingling of inconsequence which belongs to us all, and not unhappily, since it saves us from many effects of mistake, Mordecai's confidence in the friend to come did not suffice to make him passive, and he tried expedients, pathetically humble, such as happened to be within his reach, for communicating something of himself.

Mordecai was not passive while he waited. He tried expedients, pathetically humble, for communicating himself.


It was now two years since he had taken up his abode under Ezra Cohen's roof, where he was regarded with much good-will as a compound of workman, dominie, vessel of charity, inspired idiot, man of piety, and (if he were inquired into) dangerous heretic.

It was now two years since he had made his home under Ezra Cohen's roof, where he was regarded with much good-will as a compound of workman, scholar, inspired idiot, man of piety, and dangerous heretic.


During that time little Jacob had advanced into knickerbockers, and into that quickness of apprehension which has been already made manifest in relation to hardware and exchange.


He had also advanced in attachment to Mordecai, regarding him as an inferior, but liking him none the worse, and taking his helpful cleverness as he might have taken the services of an enslaved Djinn.

become attached to Mordecai, viewing him as an inferior, but liking him none the worse, and taking his helpful cleverness as he might have taken the services of an enslaved Djinn.


As for Mordecai, he had given Jacob his first lessons, and his habitual tenderness easily turned into the teacher's fatherhood.

As for Mordecai, he had given Jacob his first lessons, with his habitual tenderness.


Though he was fully conscious of the spiritual distance between the parents and himself, and would never have attempted any communication to them from his peculiar world, the boy moved him with that idealizing affection which merges the qualities of the individual child in the glory of childhood and the possibilities of a long future.

Though he was fully conscious of the spiritual distance between the parents and himself, the boy moved him with that idealizing affection that comes from the glory of childhood.


And this feeling had drawn him on, at first without premeditation, and afterward with conscious purpose, to a sort of outpouring in the ear of the boy which might have seemed wild enough to any excellent man of business who overheard it.

This feeling had drawn him on to a sort of outpouring in the boy's ear.


But none overheard when Jacob went up to Mordecai's room one day, for example, in which there was little work to be done, or at an hour when the work was ended, and after a brief lesson in English reading or in numeration, was induced to remain standing at his teacher's knees, or chose to jump astride them, often to the patient fatigue of the wasted limbs.

When Jacob went up to Mordecai's room after work, for example, to have a brief lesson in reading or arithmetic, he was induced to remain standing at his teacher's knees, or chose to jump astride them, often to the patient fatigue of the wasted limbs.


The inducement was perhaps the mending of a toy, or some little mechanical device in which Mordecai's well-practiced finger-tips had an exceptional skill; and with the boy thus tethered, he would begin to repeat a Hebrew poem of his own, into which years before he had poured his first youthful ardors for that conception of a blended past and future which was the mistress of his soul, telling Jacob to say the words after him.

The inducement was perhaps the mending of a toy; and with the boy thus tethered, Mordecai would begin to repeat a Hebrew poem of his own, into which he had poured his youthful ardent idea of a blended past and future, telling Jacob to say the words after him.


"The boy will get them engraved within him," thought Mordecai; "it is a way of printing."

"The boy will get them engraved within him," he thought.


None readier than Jacob at this fascinating game of imitating unintelligible words; and if no opposing diversion occurred he would sometimes carry on his share in it as long as the teacher's breath would last out.

None readier than Jacob at this fascinating game of imitating unintelligible words; and he would sometimes carry on as long as the teacher's breath would last out


For Mordecai threw into each repetition the fervor befitting a sacred occasion.


In such instances, Jacob would show no other distraction than reaching out and surveying the contents of his pockets; or drawing down the skin of his cheeks to make his eyes look awful, and rolling his head to complete the effect; or alternately handling his own nose and Mordecai's as if to test the relation of their masses.

, showing no other distraction than surveying the contents of his pockets; or pulling down the skin of his cheeks to make his eyes look awful, or alternately handling his own nose and Mordecai's to compare them.


Under all this the fervid reciter would not pause, satisfied if the young organs of speech would submit themselves.

Under all this the fervid reciter would not pause.


But most commonly a sudden impulse sent Jacob leaping away into some antic or active amusement, when, instead of following the recitation he would return upon the foregoing words most ready to his tongue, and mouth or gabble, with a see-saw suited to the action of his limbs, a verse on which Mordecai had spent some of his too scanty heart's blood.

But most commonly a sudden impulse sent Jacob leaping away into some active amusement.


Yet he waited with such patience as a prophet needs, and began his strange printing again undiscouraged on the morrow, saying inwardly,

Yet Mordecai waited with such patience as a prophet needs, and began again undiscouraged on the morrow, saying inwardly-


It is so with a nation--after many days."


Meanwhile Jacob's sense of power was increased and his time enlivened by a store of magical articulation with which he made the baby crow, or drove the large cat into a dark corner, or promised himself to frighten any incidental Christian of his own years.

Meanwhile Jacob's sense of power was increased by a store of magical chants with which he made the baby laugh, or drove the cat away, or promised himself to frighten any incidental Christian his own age.


One week he had unfortunately seen a street mountebank, and this carried off his muscular imitativeness in sad divergence from New Hebrew poetry, after the model of Jehuda ha-Levi.


Mordecai had arrived at a fresh passage in his poem; for as soon as Jacob had got well used to one portion, he was led on to another, and a fresh combination of sounds generally answered better in keeping him fast for a few minutes.

As soon as he got used to one portion of the poem, Mordecai began a fresh passage.


The consumptive voice, generally a strong high baritone, with its variously mingling hoarseness, like a haze amidst illuminations, and its occasional incipient gasp had more than the usual excitement, while it gave forth Hebrew verses with a meaning something like this:

The consumptive voice, with its hoarseness and its occasional gasp, was on one occasion chanting Hebrew verses with this meaning:


"Away from me the garment of forgetfulness.


Withering the heart; The oil and wine from presses of the Goyim, Poisoned with scorn.


Solitude is on the sides of Mount Nebo, In its heart a tomb: There the buried ark and golden cherubim Make hidden light: There the solemn gaze unchanged, The wings are spread unbroken: Shut beneath in silent awful speech The Law lies graven.

Solitude is on the sides of Mount Nebo,
In its heart a tomb:
There the buried ark and golden cherubim
Make hidden light:
There the solemn faces gaze unchanged,
The wings are spread unbroken:
Shut beneath in silent awful speech
The Law lies graven.


Solitude and darkness are my covering, And my heart a tomb; Smite and shatter it, O Gabriel!


Shatter it as the clay of the founder Around the golden image."


In the absorbing enthusiasm with which Mordecai had intoned rather than spoken this last invocation, he was unconscious that Jacob had ceased to follow him and had started away from his knees; but pausing he saw, as by a sudden flash, that the lad had thrown himself on his hands with his feet in the air, mountebank fashion, and was picking up with his lips a bright farthing which was a favorite among his pocket treasures.

As Mordecai intoned this last invocation, he was unaware that Jacob had ceased to follow him and had moved away. Having recently watched a mountebank in the street, the lad threw himself on his hands with his feet in the air, and was picking up a coin with his lips.


This might have been reckoned among the tricks Mordecai was used to, but at this moment it jarred him horribly, as if it had been a Satanic grin upon his prayer.

The sudden sight jarred Mordecai horribly, as if it had been a Satanic grin upon his prayer.


he called out with a strange cry that startled Jacob to his feet, and then he sank backward with a shudder, closing his eyes.


Then, not getting an immediate answer, he pressed Mordecai's knees with a shaking movement, in order to rouse him.

Not getting an answer, he shook Mordecai's knees to rouse him.


Mordecai opened his eyes with a fierce expression in them, leaned forward, grasped the little shoulders, and said in a quick, hoarse whisper,

Mordecai opened his eyes with a fierce expression, leaned forward, grasped the little shoulders, and said in a hoarse whisper-


They will open the mountain and drag forth the golden wings and coin them into money, and the solemn faces they will break up into ear-rings for wanton women!

They will open the mountain and drag forth the golden wings and coin them into money!


And they shall get themselves a new name, but the angel of ignominy, with the fiery brand, shall know them, and their heart shall be the tomb of dead desires that turn their life to rottenness."


The aspect and action of Mordecai were so new and mysterious to Jacob--they carried such a burden of obscure threat--it was as if the patient, indulgent companion had turned into something unknown and terrific: the sunken dark eyes and hoarse accents close to him, the thin grappling fingers, shook Jacob's little frame into awe, and while Mordecai was speaking he stood trembling with a sense that the house was tumbling in and they were not going to have dinner any more.

Mordecai's behaviour was so new and mysterious to Jacob that it was as if the indulgent companion had turned into something unknown and terrifying. Little Jacob was shaken into awe, and he stood trembling with a sense that the house was tumbling in and they were not going to have dinner any more.


But when the terrible speech had ended and the pinch was relaxed, the shock resolved itself into tears; Jacob lifted up his small patriarchal countenance and wept aloud.

But when the terrible speech had ended, the shock resolved itself into tears; Jacob lifted up his face and wept aloud.


This sign of childish grief at once recalled Mordecai to his usual gentle self: he was not able to speak again at present, but with a maternal action he drew the curly head toward him and pressed it tenderly against his breast.

This sign of childish grief at once recalled Mordecai to his usual gentle self: he drew the curly head toward him and pressed it tenderly against his breast.


On this Jacob, feeling the danger well-nigh over, howled at ease, beginning to imitate his own performance and improve upon it--a sort of transition from impulse into art often observable.

On this, Jacob, feeling the danger over, howled at ease, improving upon his own performance - a transition from impulse into art.


Indeed, the next day he undertook to terrify Adelaide Rebekah in like manner, and succeeded very well.


But Mordecai suffered a check which lasted long, from the consciousness of a misapplied agitation; sane as well as excitable, he judged severely his moments of aberration into futile eagerness, and felt discredited with himself.

But Mordecai suffered a check: he judged himself severely.


All the more his mind was strained toward the discernment of that friend to come, with whom he would have a calm certainty of fellowship and understanding.

All the more his mind was strained toward that friend to come, with whom he would have a calm certainty of fellowship and understanding.


It was just then that, in his usual midday guardianship of the old book-shop, he was struck by the appearance of Deronda, and it is perhaps comprehensible now why Mordecai's glance took on a sudden eager interest as he looked at the new-comer: he saw a face and frame which seemed to him to realize the long-conceived type.

It was just then that, in the old book-shop, he was struck by Deronda's appearance; and it is perhaps comprehensible now why he looked at the newcomer with a sudden eager interest: he saw a face and frame which seemed to him to realize the long-conceived type.


But the disclaimer of Jewish birth was for the moment a backward thrust of double severity, the particular disappointment tending to shake his confidence in the more indefinite expectation.

But the disclaimer of Jewish birth was a severe backward thrust, shaking his confidence.


Nevertheless, when he found Deronda seated at the Cohens' table, the disclaimer was for the moment nullified: the first impression returned with added force, seeming to be guaranteed by this second meeting under circumstance more peculiar than the former; and in asking Deronda if he knew Hebrew, Mordecai was so possessed by the new inrush of belief, that he had forgotten the absence of any other condition to the fulfillment of his hopes.

Nevertheless, when he found Deronda at the Cohens' table, the first impression returned with added force; and in asking Deronda if he knew Hebrew, Mordecai was so possessed by the new inrush of belief, that he had forgotten the absence of any other condition to the fulfilment of his hopes.


But the answering "No" struck them all down again, and the frustration was more painful than before.


After turning his back on the visitor that Sabbath evening, Mordecai went through days of a deep discouragement, like that of men on a doomed ship, who having strained their eyes after a sail, and beheld it with rejoicing, behold it never advance, and say, "Our sick eyes make it."

After turning his back on the visitor that Sabbath evening, Mordecai went through days of deep discouragement, like that of men on a doomed ship, who having strained their eyes after a sail, and beheld it with rejoicing, see it drift away.


But the long-contemplated figure had come as an emotional sequence of Mordecai's firmest theoretic convictions; it had been wrought from the imagery of his most passionate life; and it inevitably reappeared--reappeared in a more specific self-asserting form than ever.


Deronda had that sort of resemblance to the preconceived type which a finely individual bust or portrait has to the more generalized copy left in our minds after a long interval: we renew our memory with delight, but we hardly know with how much correction.


And now, his face met Mordecai's inward gaze as it had always belonged to the awaited friend, raying out, moreover, some of that influence which belongs to breathing flesh; till by-and-by it seemed that discouragement had turned into a new obstinacy of resistance, and the ever-recurrent vision had the force of an outward call to disregard counter-evidence, and keep expectation awake.

's face, until the vision had the force of an outward call, keeping his expectation awake.


It was Deronda now who was seen in the often painful night-watches, when we are all liable to be held with the clutch of a single thought--whose figure, never with its back turned, was seen in moments of soothed reverie or soothed dozing, painted on that golden sky which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.

It was Deronda now who was seen in the often painful night-watches - whose figure, never with its back turned, was seen in moments of soothed reverie, painted on that golden sky which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.


Mordecai knew that the nameless stranger was to come and redeem his ring; and, in spite of contrary chances, the wish to see him again was growing into a belief that he should see him.

Mordecai knew that the nameless stranger was to come and redeem his ring; and the wish to see him again was growing into a belief that he should see him.


In the January weeks, he felt an increasing agitation of that subdued hidden quality which hinders nervous people from any steady occupation on the eve of an anticipated change.

He felt an increasing agitation which hindered him from steady occupation.


He could not go on with his printing of Hebrew on little Jacob's mind; or with his attendance at a weekly club, which was another effort of the same forlorn hope: something else was coming.


The one thing he longed for was to get as far as the river, which he could do but seldom and with difficulty.

The one thing he longed for was to get to the river, which he could do but seldom and with difficulty.


He yearned with a poet's yearning for the wide sky, the far-reaching vista of bridges, the tender and fluctuating lights on the water which seems to breathe with a life that can shiver and mourn, be comforted and rejoice.

He yearned with a poet's yearning for the wide sky, the far-reaching vista of bridges, the tender, fluctuating lights on the water, which seems to breathe with a life that can shiver and mourn, be comforted and rejoice.


"Wenn es eine Stufenleiter von Leiden giebt, so hat Israel die hchste Staffel erstiegen; wen die Dauer der Schmerzen und die Geduld, mit welcher sie ertragen werden, adeln, so nehmen es die Juden mit den Hochgeborenen aller Lnder auf; wenn eine Literatur reich genannt wird, die wenige klassische Trauerspiele besitzt, welcher Platz gebhrt dann einer Tragodie die anderthalb Jahrtausende wahrt, gedichtet und dargestellt von den Helden selber?"


--ZUNZ: _Die Synagogale Poesie des Mittelalters._


"If there are ranks in suffering, Israel takes precedence of all the nations--if the duration of sorrows and the patience with which they are borne ennoble, the Jews are among the aristocracy of every land--if a literature is called rich in the possession of a few classic tragedies, what shall we say to a National Tragedy lasting for fifteen hundred years, in which the poets and the actors were also the heroes?"

"If there are ranks in suffering, Israel takes precedence of all the nations - if the duration of sorrows and the patience with which they are borne ennoble, the Jews are among the aristocracy of every land - if a literature is called rich in the possession of a few classic tragedies, what shall we say to a National Tragedy lasting for fifteen hundred years?"


Deronda had lately been reading that passage of Zunz, and it occurred to him by way of contrast when he was going to the Cohens, who certainly bore no obvious stamp of distinction in sorrow or in any other form of aristocracy.

Deronda had lately been reading that passage of Zunz, and he felt in contrast when visiting the Cohens that they bore no obvious stamp of distinction in sorrow or in any other form of aristocracy.


Ezra Cohen was not clad in the sublime pathos of the martyr, and his taste for money-getting seemed to be favored with that success which has been the most exasperating difference in the greed of Jews during all the ages of their dispersion.


This Jeshurun of a pawnbroker was not a symbol of the great Jewish tragedy; and yet was there not something typical in the fact that a life like Mordecai's--a frail incorporation of the national consciousness, breathing with difficult breath--was nested in the self-gratulating ignorant prosperity of the Cohens?

nor was he a symbol of the great Jewish tragedy; and yet was there not something typical in the fact that a life like Mordecai's - a frail incorporation of the national consciousness - was nested in the self-congratulatory prosperity of the Cohens?


Glistening was the gladness in their faces when Deronda reappeared among them.


Cohen himself took occasion to intimate that although the diamond ring, let alone a little longer, would have bred more money, he did not mind _that_--not a sixpence--when compared with the pleasure of the women and children in seeing a young gentleman whose first visit had been so agreeable that they had "done nothing but talk of it ever since."

Cohen hinted that although the diamond ring, left a little longer, would have bred more money, he did not mind that compared with the pleasure of his family, who had "talked of nothing else" since the agreeable young gentleman's first visit.


Young Mrs. Cohen was very sorry that baby was asleep, and then very glad that Adelaide was not yet gone to bed, entreating Deronda not to stay in the shop, but to go forthwith into the parlor to see "mother and the children."

Young Mrs. Cohen was sorry that baby was asleep, and glad that Adelaide was not yet gone to bed, entreating Deronda to go into the parlour to see "mother and the children."


He willingly accepted the invitation, having provided himself with portable presents; a set of paper figures for Adelaide, and an ivory cup and ball for Jacob.

He willingly accepted, having provided himself with presents; a set of paper figures for Adelaide, and an ivory cup and ball for Jacob.


The grandmother had a pack of cards before her and was making "plates" with the children.

The grandmother was playing with the children.


A plate had just been thrown down and kept itself whole.


said Jacob, running to Deronda as he entered.


Deronda complied, exchanging a smile of understanding with the grandmother, and the plate bore several tossings before it came to pieces; then the visitor was allowed to come forward and seat himself.

When Deronda entered and seated himself,


He observed that the door from which Mordecai had issued on the former visit was now closed, but he wished to show his interest in the Cohens before disclosing a yet stronger interest in their singular inmate.

he observed that the door to Mordecai's quarters was now closed; but he wished to show his interest in the Cohens before disclosing his stronger interest in their singular inmate.


It was not until he had Adelaide on his knee, and was setting up the paper figures in their dance on the table, while Jacob was already practicing with the cup and ball, that Deronda said,

It was not until he had Adelaide on his knee, and was making the paper figures dance on the table, while Jacob was already practising with the cup and ball, that Deronda said-


said Cohen, who had seized an interval of business to come and look on.


"In the workroom there," said his wife, nodding toward the closed door.

"He's in the workroom there," said Mrs. Cohen, nodding toward the closed door.


"The fact is, sir," said Cohen, "we don't know what's come to him this last day or two.

"The fact is, sir," said Cohen, "we don't know what's come over him this last day or two.


He's always what I may call a little touched, you know"--here Cohen pointed to his own forehead--"not quite so rational in all things, like you and me; but he's mostly wonderful regular and industrious so far as a poor creature can be, and takes as much delight in the boy as anybody could.

He's always what I may call a little touched, you know" - Cohen pointed to his own forehead - "not quite rational; but he's mostly regular and industrious so far as a poor creature can be.


But this last day or two he's been moving about like a sleep-walker, or else sitting as still as a wax figure."

But lately he's been moving like a sleep-walker, or else sitting as still as a wax figure."


"It's the disease, poor dear creature," said the grandmother, tenderly.


"I doubt whether he can stand long against it."


"No; I think its only something he's got in his head," said Mrs. Cohen the younger.

"No; I think it's only something in his head," said Mrs. Cohen the younger.


"He's been turning over writing continually, and when I speak to him it takes him ever so long to hear and answer."


"You may think us a little weak ourselves," said Cohen, apologetically.

"You may think us a little weak," said Cohen, apologetically.


"But my wife and mother wouldn't part with him if he was a still worse encumbrance.

"But we wouldn't part with him if he was a still worse encumbrance.


It isn't that we don't know the long and short of matters, but it's our principle."


There's fools do business at a loss and don't know it.


"Oh, Mordecai carries a blessing inside him," said the grandmother.


"He's got something the matter inside him," said Jacob, coming up to correct this erratum of his grandmother's.

"He's got something the matter inside him," said Jacob, correcting his grandmother.


"He said he couldn't talk to me, and he wouldn't have a bit o' bun."


"So far from wondering at your feeling for him," said Deronda, "I already feel something of the same sort myself.

"So far from wondering at your feeling for him," said Deronda, "I feel something of the same sort myself.


I have lately talked to him at Ram's book-shop--in fact, I promised to call for him here, that we might go out together."

I talked to him recently at Ram's book-shop - in fact, I promised to call for him here, that we might go out together."


"He's been expecting you, and it's taken hold of him.


I suppose he talks about his learning to you.


It's uncommonly kind of _you_, sir; for I don't suppose there's much to be got out of it, else it wouldn't have left him where he is.


Cohen hurried out, and Jacob, who had been listening inconveniently near to Deronda's elbow, said to him with obliging familiarity, "I'll call Mordecai for you, if you like."

Jacob said obligingly, "I'll call Mordecai for you, if you like."


"No, Jacob," said his mother; "open the door for the gentleman, and let him go in himself Hush!

"No, Jacob," said his mother; "open the door, and let the gentleman go in himself. Hush!


Skillful Jacob seemed to enter into the play, and turned the handle of the door as noiselessly as possible, while Deronda went behind him and stood on the threshold.

Jacob turned the handle of the door noiselessly, while Deronda went to stand on the threshold.


The small room was lit only by a dying fire and one candle with a shade over it.

The small room was lit only by a dying fire and one shaded candle.


On the board fixed under the window, various objects of jewelry were scattered: some books were heaped in the corner beyond them.

On the board under the window, various objects of jewellery were scattered: books were heaped in the corner.


Mordecai was seated on a high chair at the board with his back to the door, his hands resting on each other and on the board, a watch propped on a stand before him.

Mordecai sat with his back to the door, a watch propped on a stand before him.


He was in a state of expectation as sickening as that of a prisoner listening for the delayed deliverance--when he heard Deronda's voice saying, "I am come for you.

He was in a state of expectation as sickening as that of a prisoner listening for deliverance, when he heard Deronda's voice saying, "I am come for you.


Immediately he turned without speaking, seized his furred cap which lay near, and moved to join Deronda.

Immediately he turned without speaking, seized his fur cap, and moved to join Deronda.


It was but a moment before they were both in the sitting-room, and Jacob, noticing the change in his friend's air and expression, seized him by the arm and said, "See my cup and ball!"

In a moment they were both in the sitting-room, where Jacob seized him by the arm and said, "See my cup and ball!"


sending the ball up close to Mordecai's face, as something likely to cheer a convalescent.


It was a sign of the relieved tension in Mordecai's mind that he could smile and say, "Fine, fine!"


"You have forgotten your greatcoat and comforter," said young Mrs. Cohen, and he went back into the work-room and got them.


said Cohen, who had re-entered--speaking in an undertone.


Then in his usual voice, "Well, sir, we mustn't detain you now, I suppose; but I hope this isn't the last time we shall see you."

Then in his usual voice, "Well, sir, we mustn't detain you; but I hope this isn't the last time we shall see you."


"See, I can catch the ball; I'll bet I catch it without stopping, if you come again."


"He has clever hands," said Deronda, looking at the grandmother.


"Which side of the family does he get them from?"


But the grandmother only nodded towards her son, who said promptly, "My side.


ours is a sort of cleverness as good as gutta percha; you can twist it which way you like.


There's nothing some old gentlemen won't do if you set 'em to it."


Here Cohen winked down at Jacob's back, but it was doubtful whether this judicious allusiveness answered its purpose, for its subject gave a nasal whinnying laugh and stamped about singing, "Old gentlemen, old gentlemen," in chiming cadence.

," while Jacob began to stamp about, singing.


Deronda thought, "I shall never know anything decisive about these people until I ask Cohen pointblank whether he lost a sister named Mirah when she was six years old."

Deronda thought, "I shall never know anything decisive until I ask Cohen point-blank whether he lost a sister named Mirah when she was six."


The decisive moment did not yet seem easy for him to face.

The decisive moment was not yet easy for him to face.


Still his first sense of repulsion at the commonness of these people was beginning to be tempered with kindlier feeling.

Still, he felt more kindly towards these people than at first


However unrefined their airs and speech might be, he was forced to admit some moral refinement in their treatment of the consumptive workman, whose mental distinction impressed them chiefly as a harmless, silent raving.

, seeing their gentle treatment of the consumptive workman.


"The Cohens seem to have an affection for you," said Deronda, as soon as he and Mordecai were off the doorstep.

"The Cohens seem to have an affection for you," said Deronda, as soon as he and Mordecai had left.


"And I for them," was the immediate answer.


"They have the heart of the Israelite within them, though they are as the horse and the mule, without understanding beyond the narrow path they tread."


"I have caused you some uneasiness, I fear," said Deronda, "by my slowness in fulfilling my promise.


I wished to come yesterday, but I found it impossible."

I wished to come yesterday, but it was impossible."


But it is true I have been uneasy, for the spirit of my youth has been stirred within me, and this body is not strong enough to bear the beating of its wings.

But it is true I have been uneasy, for the spirit of my youth has been stirred, and this body is not strong enough to bear the beating of its wings.


I am as a man bound and imprisoned through long years: behold him brought to speech of his fellow and his limbs set free: he weeps, he totters, the joy within him threatens to break and overthrow the tabernacle of flesh."

I am as a man bound and imprisoned through long years: behold him set free, and he weeps, he totters, his joy threatens to break the tabernacle of flesh."


"You must not speak too much in this evening air," said Deronda, feeling Mordecai's words of reliance like so many cords binding him painfully.

"You must not speak too much in this evening air," said Deronda, feeling painfully responsible.


"Cover your mouth with the woolen scarf.


We are going to the _Hand and Banner_, I suppose, and shall be in private there?"

"We are going to the Hand and Banner, I suppose, to be private there?"


"No, that is my trouble that you did not come yesterday.


For this is the evening of the club I spoke of, and we might not have any minutes alone until late, when all the rest are gone.

this is the evening of the club I spoke of, and we might not have much time alone until late, when all the rest are gone.


Perhaps we had better seek another place.


In new places the outer world presses on me and narrows the inward vision.


And the people there are familiar with my face."


"I don't mind the club if I am allowed to go in," said Deronda.

"I don't mind the club if I am allowed in," said Deronda.


"It is enough that you like this place best.


If we have not enough time I will come again.


They are few--like the cedars of Lebanon--poor men given to thought.

They are a few poor men given to thought


But none so poor as I am: and sometimes visitors of higher worldly rank have been brought.


We are allowed to introduce a friend, who is interested in our topics.

We are allowed to introduce a friend who is interested in our topics.


Each orders beer or some other kind of drink, in payment for the room.

Each orders beer or some other drink, in payment for the room.


I have gone when I could, for there are other men of my race who come, and sometimes I have broken silence.

I have gone when I could, for there are other Jews who come, and I have


I have pleased myself with a faint likeness between these poor philosophers and the Masters who handed down the thought of our race--the great Transmitters, who labored with their hands for scant bread, but preserved and enlarged for us the heritage of memory, and saved the soul of Israel alive as a seed among the tombs.

seen a faint likeness between these poor philosophers and the Masters who handed down the thought of our race.


The heart pleases itself with faint resemblances."


"I shall be very glad to go and sit among them, if that will suit you.

"I shall be very glad to sit among them, if that will suit you


It is a sort of meeting I should like to join in," said Deronda, not without relief in the prospect of an interval before he went through the strain of his next private conversation with Mordecai.

," said Deronda, relieved at the prospect of an interval before he went through the strain of his next private conversation with Mordecai.


In three minutes they had opened the glazed door with the red curtain, and were in the little parlor, hardly much more than fifteen feet square, where the gaslight shone through a slight haze of smoke on what to Deronda was a new and striking scene.

In three minutes they were in the little parlour, where the gaslight shone through a haze of smoke on to a striking scene.


Half-a-dozen men of various ages, from between twenty and thirty to fifty, all shabbily dressed, most of them with clay pipes in their mouths, were listening with a look of concentrated intelligence to a man in a pepper-and-salt dress, with blonde hair, short nose, broad forehead and general breadth, who, holding his pipe slightly uplifted in the left hand, and beating his knee with the right, was just finishing a quotation from Shelley (the comparison of the avalanche in his "Prometheus Unbound")

Half-a-dozen men of various ages, between twenty and fifty, all shabbily dressed, most of them with clay pipes, were listening with a look of concentrated intelligence to a man in pepper-and-salt clothes, with blonde hair and broad forehead, who, holding his pipe in his left hand, and beating his knee with the right, was just finishing a quotation from Shelley:


"As thought by thought is piled, till some great truth Is loosened, and the nations echo round."


The entrance of the new-comers broke the fixity of attention, and called for re-arrangement of seats in the too narrow semicircle round the fire-place and the table holding the glasses, spare pipes and tobacco.

The entrance of the new-comers called for a re-arrangement of seats in the narrow semicircle round the fire-place and the table.


This was the soberest of clubs; but sobriety is no reason why smoking and "taking something" should be less imperiously needed as a means of getting a decent status in company and debate.


Mordecai was received with welcoming voices which had a slight cadence of compassion in them, but naturally all glances passed immediately to his companion.

Mordecai was received with welcoming voices which had compassion in them, but naturally all glances passed immediately to his companion.


"I have brought a friend who is interested in our subjects," said Mordecai.


said the broad-chested quoter of Shelley, with a humorous air.

said the quoter of Shelley, with a humorous air.


I am unknown, but not in any sense great."


The smile breaking over the stranger's grave face as he said this was so agreeable that there was a general indistinct murmur, equivalent to a "Hear, hear," and the broad man said,

His smile caused a general indistinct murmur, equivalent to a "Hear, hear."


"You recommend the name, sir, and are welcome.


Here, Mordecai, come to this corner against me," he added, evidently wishing to give the coziest place to the one who most needed it.


Deronda was well satisfied to get a seat on the opposite side, where his general survey of the party easily included Mordecai, who remained an eminently striking object in this group of sharply-characterized figures, more than one of whom, even to Daniel's little exercised discrimination, seemed probably of Jewish descent.

Deronda sat down on the opposite side to Mordecai and the other men, several of whom seemed probably of Jewish descent.


In fact pure English blood (if leech or lancet can furnish us with the precise product) did not declare itself predominantly in the party at present assembled.


Miller, the broad man, an exceptional second-hand bookseller who knew the insides of books, had at least grand-parents who called themselves German, and possibly far-away ancestors who denied themselves to be Jews; Buchan, the saddler, was Scotch; Pash, the watchmaker, was a small, dark, vivacious, triple-baked Jew; Gideon, the optical instrument maker, was a Jew of the red-haired, generous-featured type easily passing for Englishmen of unusually cordial manners: and Croop, the dark-eyed shoemaker, was probably more Celtic than he knew.

Miller, the quoter of Shelley, was an exceptional second-hand bookseller who knew the insides of book, with grand-parents who called themselves German, and possibly far-away ancestors who denied themselves to be Jews; Buchan, the saddler, was Scotch; Pash, the watchmaker, was a small, dark, vivacious Jew; Gideon, the optical instrument maker, was a red-headed Jew easily passing for an Englishman of unusually cordial manners: and Croop, the shoemaker, was probably Celtic.


Only three would have been discernable everywhere as Englishmen: the wood-inlayer Goodwin, well-built, open-faced, pleasant-voiced; the florid laboratory assistant Marrables; and Lily, the pale, neat-faced copying-clerk, whose light-brown hair was set up in a small parallelogram above his well-filled forehead, and whose shirt, taken with an otherwise seedy costume, had a freshness that might be called insular, and perhaps even something narrower.

Only three were obviously English: the wood-inlayer Goodwin, open-faced and pleasant-voiced; the florid laboratory assistant Marrables; and Lily, the pale, neat copying-clerk, whose light-brown hair was set up in a small parallelogram above his forehead.


Certainly a company select of the select among poor men, being drawn together by a taste not prevalent even among the privileged heirs of learning and its institutions; and not likely to amuse any gentleman in search of crime or low comedy as the ground of interest in people whose weekly income is only divisible into shillings.

Certainly a select company, not likely to amuse any gentleman in search of crime or low comedy.


Deronda, even if he had not been more than usually inclined to gravity under the influence of what was pending between him and Mordecai, would not have set himself to find food for laughter in the various shades of departure from the tone of polished society sure to be observable in the air and talk of these men who had probably snatched knowledge as most of us snatch indulgences, making the utmost of scant opportunity.

Deronda, even if he had not been made grave by his ponderings about Mordecai, would not have found food for laughter in the talk of these men, who had probably snatched knowledge as we snatch indulgences, making the most of scant opportunity.


He looked around him with the quiet air of respect habitual to him among equals, ordered whisky and water, and offered the contents of his cigar-case, which, characteristically enough, he always carried and hardly ever used for his own behoof, having reasons for not smoking himself, but liking to indulge others.

He looked around him with a quiet air of respect, and offered the contents of his cigar-case.


Perhaps it was his weakness to be afraid of seeming straight-laced, and turning himself into a sort of diagram instead of a growth which can exercise the guiding attraction of fellowship.


That he made a decidedly winning impression on the company was proved by their showing themselves no less at ease than before, and desirous of quickly resuming their interrupted talk.

That he made a decidedly winning impression on the company was proved by their being as much at ease as before, and quickly resuming their interrupted talk.


"This is what I call one of our touch-and-go nights, sir," said Miller, who was implicitly accepted as a sort of moderator--on addressing Deronda by way of explanation, and nodding toward each person whose name he mentioned.

"This is what I call one of our touch-and-go nights, sir," said Miller, who seemed to act as a sort of moderator.


"Sometimes we stick pretty close to the point.


But tonight our friend Pash, there, brought up the law of progress; and we got on statistics; then Lily, there, saying we knew well enough before counting that in the same state of society the same sort of things would happen, and it was no more wonder that quantities should remain the same, than that qualities should remain the same, for in relation to society numbers are qualities--the number of drunkards is a quality in society--the numbers are an index to the qualities, and give us no instruction, only setting us to consider the causes of difference between different social states--Lily saying this, we went off on the causes of social change, and when you came in I was going upon the power of ideas, which I hold to be the main transforming cause."

But tonight our friend Pash, there, brought up the law of progress; and we got onto statistics; Lily, there, saying we knew well enough before counting that in the same state of society the same sort of things would happen, and numbers give us no instruction, only setting us to consider the causes of difference between different social states; at which we went off on the causes of social change, and when you came in I was going upon the power of ideas, which I hold to be the main transforming cause."


"I don't hold with you there, Miller," said Goodwin, the inlayer, more concerned to carry on the subject than to wait for a word from the new guest.

"I don't hold with you there, Miller," said Goodwin, the inlayer.


"For either you mean so many sorts of things by ideas that I get no knowledge by what you say, any more than if you said light was a cause; or else you mean a particular sort of ideas, and then I go against your meaning as too narrow.


For, look at it in one way, all actions men put a bit of thought into are ideas--say, sowing seed, or making a canoe, or baking clay; and such ideas as these work themselves into life and go on growing with it, but they can't go apart from the material that set them to work and makes a medium for them.

For, look at it in one way, all actions men put a bit of thought into are ideas - say, sowing seed, or making a canoe, or baking clay; and such ideas can't go apart from the material that set them to work.


It's the nature of wood and stone yielding to the knife that raises the idea of shaping them, and with plenty of wood and stone the shaping will go on.

It's the nature of wood yielding to the knife that raises the idea of shaping it.


I look at it, that such ideas as are mixed straight away with all the other elements of life are powerful along with 'em.

Such ideas as are mixed straight away with all the other elements of life are powerful along with 'em.


The slower the mixing, the less power they have.


And as to the causes of social change, I look at it in this way--ideas are a sort of parliament, but there's a commonwealth outside and a good deal of the commonwealth is working at change without knowing what the parliament is doing."

And as to the causes of social change, I see it this way - ideas are a sort of parliament, but there's a commonwealth outside that doesn't know what the parliament is doing."


"But if you take ready mixing as your test of power," said Pash, "some of the least practical ideas beat everything.

"But some of the least practical ideas beat everything," said Pash.


"They spread without being understood, and enter into the language without being thought of."


"They may act by changing the distribution of gases," said Marrables; "instruments are getting so fine now, men may come to register the spread of a theory by observed changes in the atmosphere and corresponding changes in the nerves."

"They may act by changing the distribution of gases," said Marrables; "Instruments are getting so fine now, men may come to register the spread of a theory by changes in the atmosphere and corresponding changes in the nerves."


"Yes," said Pash, his dark face lighting up rather impishly, "there is the idea of nationalities; I dare say the wild asses are snuffing it, and getting more gregarious."

"Yes," said Pash, his dark face lighting up impishly, "take the idea of nationalities; I dare say the wild asses are snuffing it, and getting more gregarious."


said Deronda, finding a piquant incongruity between Pash's sarcasm and the strong stamp of race on his features.


"Say, rather, he does not share that spirit," said Mordecai, who had turned a melancholy glance on Pash.

"Say, rather, he does not share that spirit," said Mordecai, turning a melancholy glance on Pash.


"Unless nationality is a feeling, what force can it have as an idea?"


"Granted, Mordecai," said Pash, quite good-humoredly.

"Granted, Mordecai," said Pash good-humouredly.


"And as the feeling of nationality is dying, I take the idea to be no better than a ghost, already walking to announce the death."

"And as the feeling of nationality is dying, the idea is no better than a ghost."


"A sentiment may seem to be dying and yet revive into strong life," said Deronda.


We may live to see a great outburst of force in the Arabs, who are being inspired with a new zeal."


"Amen, amen," said Mordecai, looking at Deronda with a delight which was the beginning of recovered energy: his attitude was more upright, his face was less worn.

"Amen, amen," said Mordecai, looking at Deronda with delight and recovered energy.


"That may hold with backward nations," said Pash, "but with us in Europe the sentiment of nationality is destined to die out.

"Maybe," said Pash, "but in Europe the sentiment of nationality is destined to die out.


It will last a little longer in the quarters where oppression lasts, but nowhere else.

It will last a little longer where oppression lasts, but nowhere else.


The whole current of progress is setting against it."

The whole current of progress is against it."


"Ay," said Buchan, in a rapid thin Scotch tone which was like the letting in of a little cool air on the conversation, "ye've done well to bring us round to the point.

"Ay," said Buchan, in a rapid, cool, Scotch tone, "ye've done well to bring us round to the point.


Ye're all agreed that societies change--not always and everywhere--but on the whole and in the long run.

Ye're all agreed that societies change in the long run.


Now, with all deference, I would beg t' observe that we have got to examine the nature of changes before we have a warrant to call them progress, which word is supposed to include a bettering, though I apprehend it to be ill-chosen for that purpose, since mere motion onward may carry us to a bog or a precipice.

Now, I would beg t' observe that we have got to examine the nature of changes before we call them progress.


And the questions I would put are three: Is all change in the direction of progress?


if not, how shall we discern which change is progress and which not?


and thirdly, how far and in what way can we act upon the course of change so as to promote it where it is beneficial, and divert it where it is injurious?"

and thirdly, how can we act upon the course of change so as to promote it where it is beneficial, and divert it where it is harmful?"


But Buchan's attempt to impose his method on the talk was a failure.


"Change and progress are merged in the idea of development.


The laws of development are being discovered, and changes taking place according to them are necessarily progressive; that is to say, it we have any notion of progress or improvement opposed to them, the notion is a mistake."

The laws of development are being discovered, and changes taking place according to them are necessarily progressive."


"I really can't see how you arrive at that sort of certitude about changes by calling them development," said Deronda.

"I really can't see how you arrive at that certainty about changes by calling them development," said Deronda.


"There will still remain the degrees of inevitableness in relation to our own will and acts, and the degrees of wisdom in hastening or retarding; there will still remain the danger of mistaking a tendency which should be resisted for an inevitable law that we must adjust ourselves to,--which seems to me as bad a superstition or false god as any that has been set up without the ceremonies of philosophizing."

"There will still be degrees of wisdom in hastening or slowing; there will still remain the danger of mistaking an undesirable tendency for an inevitable law."


"Woe to the men who see no place for resistance in this generation!


I believe in a growth, a passage, and a new unfolding of life whereof the seed is more perfect, more charged with the elements that are pregnant with diviner form.

I believe in a growth, a new unfolding of life whereof the seed is more perfect, more charged with the elements that are pregnant with diviner form.