The Blotting Book | Page 3

occupied for the most part in innumerable small
affairs, revelled in the sense of leisure and serene smoothness which
permeated Mrs. Assheton's house. He was still a year or two short of
sixty, and but for his very bald and shining head would have seemed
younger, so fresh was he in complexion, so active, despite a certain
reassuring corpulency, was he in his movements. But when he dined
quietly like this, at Mrs. Assheton's, he would willingly have sacrificed
the next five years of his life if he could have been assured on really
reliable authority--the authority for instance of the Recording
Angel--that in five years time he would be able to sit quiet and not
work any more. He wanted very much to be able to take a passive
instead of an active interest in life, and this a few hundreds of pounds a
year in addition to his savings would enable him to do. He saw, in fact,
the goal arrived at which he would be able to sit still and wait with
serenity and calmness for the event which would certainly relieve him
of all further material anxieties. His very active life, the activities of
which were so largely benevolent, had at the expiration of fifty-eight
years a little tired him. He coveted the leisure which was so nearly his.
Morris lit a cigarette for himself, having previously passed the wine to
Mr. Taynton.
"I hate port," he said, "but my mother tells me this is all right. It was
laid down the year I was born by the way. You don't mind my smoking
do you?"
This, to tell the truth, seemed almost sacrilegious to Mr. Taynton, for
the idea that tobacco, especially the frivolous cigarette, should burn in a
room where such port was being drunk was sheer crime against human

and divine laws. But he could scarcely indicate to his host that he
should not smoke in his own dining-room.
"No, my dear Morris," he said, "but really you almost shock me, when
you prefer tobacco to this nectar, I assure you nectar. And the car, now,
tell me more about the car."
Morris laughed.
"I'm so deeply thankful I haven't overdrawn," he said. "Oh, the car's a
clipper. We came down from Haywards Heath the most gorgeous pace.
I saw one policeman trying to take my number, but we raised such a
dust, I don't think he can have been able to see it. It's such rot only
going twenty miles an hour with a clear straight road ahead."
Mr. Taynton sighed, gently and not unhappily.
"Yes, yes, my dear boy, I so sympathise with you," he said. "Speed and
violence is the proper attitude of youth, just as strength with a more
measured pace is the proper gait for older folk. And that, I fancy is just
what Mrs. Assheton felt. She would feel it to be as unnatural in you to
care to drive with her in her very comfortable victoria as she would feel
it to be unnatural in herself to wish to go in your lightning speed motor.
And that reminds me. As your trustee--"
Coffee was brought in at this moment, carried, not by one of the
discreet parlour-maids, but by a young man-servant. Mr. Taynton, with
the port still by him, refused it, but looked rather curiously at the
servant. Morris however mixed himself a cup in which cream, sugar,
and coffee were about equally mingled.
"A new servant of your mother's?" he asked, when the man had left the
room.
"Oh no. It's my man, Martin. Awfully handy chap. Cleans silver, boots
and the motor. Drives it, too, when I'll let him, which isn't very often.
Chauffeurs are such rotters, aren't they? Regular chauffeurs I mean.
They always make out that something is wrong with the car, just as

dentists always find some hole in your teeth, if you go to them."
Mr. Taynton did not reply to these critical generalities but went back to
what he had been saying when the entry of coffee interrupted him.
"As your mother said," he remarked, "I wanted to have a few words
with you. You are twenty-two, are you not, to-day? Well, when I was
young we considered anyone of twenty-two a boy still, but now I think
young fellows grow up more quickly, and at twenty-two, you are a man
nowadays, and I think it is time for you, since my trusteeship for you
may end any day now, to take a rather more active interest in the state
of your finances than you have hitherto done. I want you in fact, my
dear fellow, to listen to me for five minutes while I state your position
to you."
Morris indicated the port again, and Mr. Taynton refilled his