The Amateur Gentleman | Page 7

Jeffery Farnol
y' are."
Natty Bell opened his mouth, shut it, thrust his hands down into his
pockets and brought out a short clay pipe.
"Man Jack," said he, beginning to fill the pipe, yet with gaze abstracted,
"did I hear you say aught about a--gentleman?"
"Natty Bell, you did; our lad's took the idee into his nob to be a
gentleman, an' I were trying to knock it out again, but as it is. Natty
Bell, I fear me," and John Barty shook his handsome head and sighed
ponderously.
"Why then, John, let's sit down, all three of us, and talk this matter
over."
CHAPTER II
IN WHICH IS MUCH UNPLEASING MATTER REGARDING SILK
PURSES, SOWS' EARS, MEN, AND GENTLEMEN
A slender man was Natty Bell, yet bigger than he looked, and
prodigiously long in the reach, with a pair of very quick, bright eyes,
and a wide, good-humored mouth ever ready to curve into a smile. But
he was solemn enough now, and there was trouble in his eyes as he
looked from John to Barnabas, who sat between them, his chair drawn
up to the hearth, gazing down into the empty fireplace.
"An' you tell me, John," said he, as soon as his pipe was well
alight,--"you tell me that our Barnabas has took it into his head to set
up as a gentleman, do you?"

"Ah!" nodded John. Whereupon Natty Bell crossed his legs and leaning
back in his chair fell a-singing to himself in his sweet voice, as was his
custom when at all inclined to deep thought:
"A true Briton from Bristol, a rum one to fib, He's Champion of
England, his name is Tom Cribb;"
"Ah! and you likewise tell me as our Barnabas has come into a fortun'."
"Seven--'undred--thousand--pound."
"Hum!" said Natty Bell,--"quite a tidy sum, John."
"Come list, all ye fighting gills And coves of boxing note, sirs, While I
relate some bloody mills In our time have been fought, sirs."
"Yes, a good deal can be done wi' such a sum as that, John."
"But it can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, Natty Bell,--nor yet a
gentlemen out o' you or me--or Barnabas here."
"For instance," continued Natty Bell, "for instance, John:
"Since boxing is a manly game, And Britain's recreation, By boxing we
will raise our fame 'Bove every other nation."
"As I say, John, a young and promising life can be wrecked, and utterly
blasted by a much less sum than seven hundred thousand pound."
"Ah!" nodded John, "but a sow's ear aren't a silk purse, Natty Bell, no,
nor never can be."
"True, John; but, arter all, a silk purse ain't much good if 't is
empty--it's the gold inside of it as counts."
"But a silk purse is ever and always a silk purse--empty or no, Natty
Bell."
"An' a man is always a man, John, which a gentleman often ain't."

"But surely," said Barnabas, speaking for the first time, "a gentleman is
both."
"No--not nohow, my lad!" exclaimed John, beginning to rasp at his
chin again. "A man is ever and allus a man--like me and you, an' Natty
Bell, an' a gentleman's a gentleman like--Sir George Annersley--up at
the great house yonder."
"But--" began Barnabas.
"Now, Barnabas"--remonstrated his father, rasping his chin harder than
ever--"wherefore argufy--if you do go for to argufy--"
"We come back to the silk purses and the sows' ears," added Natty Bell.
"And I believe," said Barnabas, frowning down at the empty hearth,
"I'm sure, that gentility rests not so much on birth as upon hereditary
instinct."
"Hey?" said his father, glancing at him from the corners of his
eyes--"go easy, Barnabas, my lad--give it time--on what did 'ee say?"
"On instinct, father."
"Instinct!" repeated John Barty, puffing out a vast cloud of smoke--
"instinct does all right for 'osses, Barnabas, dogs likewise; but what's
nat'ral to 'osses an' dogs aren't nowise nat'ral to us! No, you can't come
instinct over human beings,--not nohowsoever, Barnabas, my lad. And,
as I told you afore, a gentleman is nat'rally born a gentleman an' his
feyther afore him an' his grand-feyther afore him, back an' back--"
"To Adam?" inquired Barnabas; "now, if so, the question is--was Adam
a gentleman?"
"Lord, Barnabas!" exclaimed John Barty, with a reproachful look--
"why drag in Adam? You leave poor old Adam alone, my lad. Adam
indeed! What's Adam got to do wi' it?"
"Everything, we being all his descendants,--at least the Bible says

so.--Lords and Commons, Peers and Peasants--all are children of Adam;
so come now, father, was Adam a gentleman, Yes or No?"
John Barty frowned up at the ceiling, frowned down at the floor, and
finally spoke:
"What do you say to that, Natty Bell?"
"Why, I should say, John--hum!"
"Pray haven't you heard of a
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