A poet may be a
simple being but he is bound to be various and full of wiles, ingenious
and irritable. I reflected on the variety of ways the ingenuity of the
late bard of civilization would be able to invent for the tormenting of
his dependants. Poets not being generally foresighted in practical
affairs, no vision of consequences would restrain him. Yes. The Fynes
were excellent people, but Mrs. Fyne wasn't the daughter of a domestic
tyrant for nothing. There were no limits to her revolt. But they were
excellent people. It was clear that they must have been extremely good
to that girl whose position in the world seemed somewhat difficult, with
her face of a victim, her obvious lack of resignation and the bizarre
status of orphan "to a certain extent."
Such were my thoughts, but in truth I soon ceased to trouble about all
these people. I found that my lamp had gone out leaving behind an awful
smell. I fled from it up the stairs and went to bed in the dark. My
slumbers--I suppose the one good in pedestrian exercise, confound it, is
that it helps our natural callousness--my slumbers were deep, dreamless
and refreshing.
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