CHAPTER XLII

Endymion had now passed three years of his life in London, and

considering the hard circumstances under which he had commenced

this career, he might on the whole look back to those years without

dissatisfaction. Three years ago he was poor and friendless, utterly

ignorant of the world, and with nothing to guide him but his own good

sense. His slender salary had not yet been increased, but with the

generosity and aid of his sister and the liberality of Mr. Vigo, he was

easy in his circumstances. Through the Rodneys, he had become acquainted

with a certain sort of miscellaneous life, a knowledge of which is

highly valuable to a youth, but which is seldom attained without risk.

Endymion, on the contrary, was always guarded from danger. Through

his most unexpected connection with the Neuchatel family, he had seen

something of life in circles of refinement and high consideration, and

had even caught glimpses of that great world of which he read so much

and heard people talk more, the world of the Lord Roehamptons and the

Lady Montforts, and all those dazzling people whose sayings and doings

form the taste, and supply the conversation, and leaven the existence of

admiring or wondering millions.

None of these incidents, however, had induced any change in the scheme

of his existence. Endymion was still content with his cleanly and airy

garret; still dined at Joe’s; was still sedulous at his office, and

always popular with his fellow clerks. Seymour Hicks, indeed, who

studied the “Morning Post” with intentness, had discovered the name

of Endymion in the elaborate lists of attendants on Mrs. Neuchatel’s

receptions, and had duly notified the important event to his colleagues;

but Endymion was not severely bantered on the occasion, for, since the

withdrawal of St. Barbe from the bureau, the stock of envy at Somerset

House was sensibly diminished.

His lodging at the Rodneys’, however, had brought Endymion something

more valuable than an innocuous familiarity with their various and

suggestive life. In the friendship of Waldershare he found a rich

compensation for being withdrawn from his school and deprived of his

university. The care of his father had made Endymion a good classical

scholar, and he had realised a degree of culture which it delighted

the brilliant and eccentric Waldershare to enrich and to complete.

Waldershare guided his opinions, and directed his studies, and formed

his taste. Alone at night in his garret, there was no solitude, for he

had always some book or some periodical, English or foreign, with which

Waldershare had supplied him, and which he assured Endymion it was

absolutely necessary that he should read and master.

Nor was his acquaintance with Baron Sergius less valuable, or less

fruitful of results. He too became interested in Endymion, and poured

forth to him, apparently without reserve, all the treasures of his vast

experience of men and things, especially with reference to the conduct

of external affairs. He initiated him in the cardinal principles of the

policies of different nations; he revealed to him the real character

of the chief actors in the scene. “The first requisite,” Baron Sergius

would say, “in the successful conduct of public affairs is a personal

acquaintance with the statesmen engaged. It is possible that events

may not depend now, so much as they did a century ago, on individual

feeling, but, even if prompted by general principles, their application

and management are always coloured by the idiosyncrasy of the chief

actors. The great advantage which your Lord Roehampton, for example, has

over all his colleagues in _la haute politique_, is that he was one of

your plenipotentiaries at the Congress of Vienna. There he learned to

gauge the men who govern the world. Do you think a man like that, called

upon to deal with a Metternich or a Pozzo, has no advantage over an

individual who never leaves his chair in Downing Street except to kill

grouse? Pah! Metternich and Pozzo know very well that Lord Roehampton

knows them, and they set about affairs with him in a totally different

spirit from that with which they circumvent some statesman who has

issued from the barricades of Paris.”

Nor must it be forgotten that his debating society and the acquaintance

which he had formed there, were highly beneficial to Endymion. Under

the roof of Mr. Bertie Tremaine he enjoyed the opportunity of forming

an acquaintance with a large body of young men of breeding, of high

education, and full of ambition, that was a substitute for the society,

becoming his youth and station, which he had lost by not going to the

university.

With all these individuals, and with all their circles, Endymion was a

favourite. No doubt his good looks, his mien--which was both cheerful

and pensive--his graceful and quiet manners, all told in his favour,

and gave him a good start, but further acquaintance always sustained

the first impression. He was intelligent and well-informed, without any

alarming originality, or too positive convictions. He listened not only

with patience but with interest to all, and ever avoided controversy.

Here are some of the elements of a man’s popularity.

What was his intellectual reach, and what his real character, it was

difficult at this time to decide. He was still very young, only on

the verge of his twentieth year; and his character had no doubt been

influenced, it might be suppressed, by the crushing misfortunes of his

family. The influence of his sister was supreme over him. She had never

reconciled herself to their fall. She had existed only on the solitary

idea of regaining their position, and she had never omitted an occasion

to impress upon him that he had a great mission, and that, aided by her

devotion, he would fulfil it. What his own conviction on this subject

was may be obscure. Perhaps he was organically of that cheerful and easy

nature, which is content to enjoy the present, and not brood over the

past. The future may throw light upon all these points; at present it

may be admitted that the three years of seemingly bitter and mortifying

adversity have not been altogether wanting in beneficial elements in the

formation of his character and the fashioning of his future life.

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