Мария Корелли – The Sorrows of Satan (страница 3)
Dear Geoff,
I’m sorry to hear you are down on your luck; it shows what a crop of fools are still flourishing in London, when a man of your capability cannot gain his proper place in the world of letters, and be fittingly acknowledged. I believe it’s all a question of wire-pulling, and money is the only thing that will pull the wires. Here’s the fifty you ask for and welcome – don’t hurry about paying it back. I am doing you a good turn this year by sending you a friend – a real friend, mind you! – no sham. He brings you a letter of introduction from me, and between ourselves, old man, you cannot do better than put yourself and your literary affairs entirely in his hands. He knows everybody, and is up to all the dodges of editorial management and newspaper cliques. He is a great philanthropist besides – and seems particularly fond of the society of the clergy. Rather a queer taste you will say, but his reason for such preference is, as he explained to me quite frankly, that he is so enormously wealthy that he does not quite know what to do with his money, and the reverend gentlemen of the church are generally ready to show him how to spend some of it. He is always glad to know of some quarter where his money and influence (he is very influential) may be useful to others. He has helped me out of a very serious hobble, and I owe him a big debt of gratitude. I’ve told him all about you – what a smart fellow you are, and what a lot dear old Alma Mater thought of you, and he has promised to give you a lift up. He can do anything he likes; very naturally, seeing that the whole world of morals, civilization and the rest is subservient to the power of money – and
Ever yours
I laughed as I read the absurd signature, though my eyes were dim with something like tears. ’Boffles’ was the nickname given to my friend by several of our college companions, and neither he nor I knew how it first arose. But no one except the dons ever addressed him by his proper name, which was John Carrington – he was simply ’Boffles’, and Boffles he remained even now for all those who had been his intimates. I refolded and put by his letter and the draft for the fifty pounds, and with a passing vague wonder as to what manner of man the ’philanthropist’ might be who had more money than he knew what to do with, I turned to the consideration of my other two correspondents, relieved to feel that now, whatever happened, I could settle up arrears with my landlady the next day as I had promised. Moreover I could order some supper, and have a fire lit to cheer my chilly room. Before attending to these creature comforts however, I opened the long blue envelope that looked so like a threat of legal proceedings, and unfolding the paper within, stared at it amazedly. What was it all about? The written characters danced before my eyes – puzzled and bewildered, I found myself reading the thing over and over again without any clear comprehension of it. Presently a glimmer of meaning flashed upon me, startling my senses like an electric shock… no – no! – impossible! Fortune never could be so mad as this! – never so wildly capricious and grotesque of humour! It was some senseless hoax that was being practised upon me… and yet… if it were a joke, it was a very elaborate and remarkable one! Weighted with the majesty of the law too!.. Upon my word and by all the fantastical freakish destinies that govern human affairs, the news seemed actually positive and genuine!
II
Steadying my thoughts with an effort, I read every word of the document over again deliberately, and the stupefaction of my wonder increased. Was I going mad, or sickening for a fever? Or could this startling, this stupendous piece of information be really true? Because – if indeed it were true… good heavens! – I turned giddy to think of it – and it was only by sheer force of will that I kept myself from swooning with the agitation of such sudden surprise and ecstasy. If it were true – why then the world was mine! – I was king instead of beggar – I was everything I chose to be! The letter, – the amazing letter, bore the printed name of a noted firm of London solicitors, and stated in measured and precise terms that a distant relative of my father’s, of whom I had scarcely heard, except remotely now and then during my boyhood, had died suddenly in South America, leaving me his sole heir.
Five millions! I, the starving literary hack – the friendless, hopeless, almost reckless haunter of low newspaper dens – I, the possessor of ’over Five Millions of Pounds Sterling’! I tried to grasp the astounding fact – for fact it evidently was – but could not. It seemed to me a wild delusion, born of the dizzy vagueness which lack of food engendered in my brain. I stared round the room – the mean miserable furniture – the fireless grate – the dirty lamp – the low truckle bedstead – the evidences of penury and want on every side; – and then – then the overwhelming contrast between the poverty that environed me and the news I had just received, struck me as the wildest, most ridiculous incongruity I had ever heard of or imagined – and I gave vent to a shout of laughter.
’Was there ever such a caprice of mad Fortune!’ I cried aloud – ’Who would have imagined it! Good God! I! I, of all men in the world to be suddenly chosen out for this luck! By Heaven! – If it is all true, I’ll make society spin round like a top on my hand before I am many months older!’
And I laughed loudly again; laughed just as I had previously sworn, simply by way of relief to my feelings. Some one laughed in answer – a laugh that seemed to echo mine. I checked myself abruptly, somewhat startled, and listened. Rain poured outside, and the wind shrieked like a petulant shrew – the violinist next door was practising a brilliant roulade up and down his instrument – but there were no other sounds than these. Yet I could have sworn I heard a man’s deep-chested laughter close behind me where I stood.
’It must have been my fancy’, I murmured, turning the flame of the lamp up higher in order to obtain more light in the room – ’I am nervous I suppose – no wonder! Poor Boffles! – good old chap!’ I continued, remembering my friend’s draft for fifty pounds, which had seemed such a godsend a few minutes since – ’What a surprise is in store for you! You shall have your loan back as promptly as you sent it, with an extra fifty added by way of interest for your generosity. And as for the new Mæcenas you are sending to help me over my difficulties – well, he may be a very excellent old gentleman, but he will find himself quite out of his element this time. I want neither assistance nor advice nor patronage – I can buy them all! Titles, honours, possessions – they are all purchasable – love, friendship, position – they are all for sale in this admirably commercial age and go to the highest bidder! By my soul! – the wealthy ’philanthropist’ will find it difficult to match me in power! He will scarcely have more than five millions to waste, I warrant! And now for supper – I shall have to live on credit till I get some ready cash – and there is no reason why I should not leave this wretched hole at once, and go to one of the best hotels and swagger it!”
I was about to leave the room on the swift impulse of excitement and joy, when a fresh and violent gust of wind roared down the chimney, bringing with it a shower of soot which fell in a black heap on my rejected manuscript where it lay forgotten on the floor, as I had despairingly thrown it. I hastily picked it up and shook it free from the noisome dirt, wondering as I did so, what would be its fate now? – now, when I could afford to publish it myself, and not only publish it but advertise it, and not only advertise it, but ’push’ it, in all the crafty and cautious ways known to the inner circles of ’booming’! I smiled as I thought of the vengeance I would take on all those who had scorned and slighted me and my labour – how they should cower before me! – how they should fawn at my feet like whipt curs, and whine their fulsome adulation! Every stiff and stubborn neck should bend before me – this I resolved upon; for though money does not always conquer everything, it only fails when it is money apart from brains. Brains and money together can move the world – brains can very frequently do this alone without money, of which serious and proved fact those who have no brains should beware!