human
Voluntary, do you see, aunt?—that is the very essence of the scheme, he rambled on, while she appeared to be listening gravely.
gpt
Thompson will have nothing to do with force; he himself points out that if you once bring in force to redress the inequalities of wealth, you leave it open for every succeeding majority to employ the same means, so that industry would be annihilated: the capitalists would not lend, the workers would not work. No, it is all to be done by mutual consent. Those who have wealth at present are not to be disturbed; what they have amassed is but a trifle compared with what the millions can produce; and it is this product of universal co-operation that is to constitute the real wealth of the world. Well, I suppose it is only a dream, he proceeded.
human
On the other hand, take my father’s way of looking at it. He is all for State interference; the State is to appropriate everything and manage everything; and to keep on managing it, I suppose, or else things would revert to their former condition. That’s where the trouble comes in, of course. The moment you allow anything like freedom of contract, how can you prevent the former condition of affairs coming into existence again? You know, after all, aunt, there is generally a reason for the institutions and social arrangements of any country; they don’t spring out of nothing; they grow, and their growth is a necessity—
gpt
Vincent Harris, said the young widow, solemnly,
human
I perceive the seeds of a rabid Toryism beginning to sprout in your young mind. Wouldn’t your father say that the reason for the monstrous condition of affairs now existing—I don’t consider them monstrous; not I; I’m pretty well content, thank you—but wouldn’t he say the reason was simply the ignorance of the people who produce and the unscrupulous greed of the other people who take the lion’s share of the profits? Of course he would; and so he wants to educate the producer; and protect him by the State; and see that he isn’t swindled. Go to; thou art Didymus, and an unbeliever; I suspect Lord Musselburgh has been corrupting you. Tell me, she said, irrelevantly,
gpt
Goodness gracious me, aunt, said he, glancing in the direction indicated, where sat an elderly lady, thin and gaunt and pale, with large lustrous black eyes, and black hair clone up in the fashion of a generation ago,
human
Who is Madame—What-is-it?
gpt
You never even heard of her! he exclaimed, in affected astonishment.
human
Madame Mikucsek—the discoverer of the Mystery of the East—the Prophetess of the New Religion—who has her followers and disciples all over the world—from Syria to the Himalayas—from New York to Sacramento. Really, aunt, you surprise me: you will be saying next you never heard of _Bô_.
gpt
What is Bô—or who is he?
human
he repeated, as if he were too puzzled by her appalling ignorance to be able to explain,
gpt
Vin, I believe you are making a fool of me,
human
Oh, I assure you, aunt, he said, with eyes innocent of guile,
gpt
I saw the woman mopping up gravy with a piece of bread,
human
continued the young man, very seriously,
gpt
Ought to be written Bosh, said she, briefly.
human
I will not hear any more of that nonsense. And I believe you are only humbugging me: Madame What’s-her-name looks more like the widow of a French Communist. Now listen to me, Vin, for I am going away to-morrow. I am glad I was mistaken about the actress; but take care; don’t get into scrapes. I shan’t be happy till I see you married. Ordinarily a man should not marry until he is thirty or five-and-thirty—if he is five-and-forty so much the better—but even at five-and-thirty, he may have acquired a little judgment; he may be able to tell how much honesty there is in the extreme amiability and unselfishness and simplicity that a young woman can assume, or whether she is likely to turn out an ill-conditioned, cross-grained, and sulking brute. Oh, you needn’t laugh: it’s no laughing matter, as you’ll find out, my young friend. But you—you are different; you are no schoolboy; you’ve seen the world—too much of it, for you’ve learnt disrespect for your elders, and try to bamboozle them with accounts of sham systems of philosophy or religion or whatever it is. I say you ought to marry young; but not an elderly woman, as many a young man does, for money or position. Good gracious, no! You’ll have plenty of money; your father isn’t just yet going to sell this silver dinner-service—which I detest, for it always looks more greasy than china, and besides you feel as if you were scoring it with the edge of your knife all the time—I say he isn’t going to sell his silver and distribute unto the poor just yet. As for position, you’ve got to make that for yourself: would you owe it to your wife? Very well, proceeded his pretty monitress, in her easy and prattling fashion;
gpt
But Louie Drexel isn’t racing.
human
I’m very sorry, but you must excuse me, aunt,
gpt
Oh—distribution of wealth—supply and demand—sugar-bounties and blue-books—is that it? Well, well, what the young men of the present day are coming to—