Babylon. Volume 2

Babylon. Volume 2
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Allen Grant. Babylon. Volume 2

CHAPTER XV. A DOOR OPENS

CHAPTER XVI. COLIN’S DEPARTURE

CHAPTER XVII. A LITTLE CLOUD LIKE A MAN’S HAND

CHAPTER XVIII. HIRAM IN WONDERLAND

CHAPTER XIX. UNWARRANTABLE INTRUSION

CHAPTER XX. THE STRANDS CONVERGE

CHAPTER XXI. COLIN SETTLES HIMSELF

CHAPTER XXII. HIRAM GETS SETTLED

CHAPTER XXIII. RECOGNITION

CHAPTER XXIV. GWEN AND HIRAM

CHAPTER XXV. MINNA BETTERS HERSELF

CHAPTER XXVI. BREAKING UP

CHAPTER XXVII. THE DEACON MAKES A GOOD END

CHAPTER XXVIII. AN ART PATRON

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When Minna learnt from Colin that he had finally accepted Sir Henry Wilberforce’s situation, her heart was very heavy. She wanted her old friend to do everything that would make him into a great sculptor, of course; but still, say what you will about it, it’s very hard to have your one interest in life taken far away from you, and to be left utterly alone and self-contained in the great dreary world of London. Have you ever reflected, dear sir or madam, how terrible is the isolation of a girl in Minna Wroe’s position – nay, for the matter of that, of your own housemaid, of cook, or parlour-maid, in that vast, unsympathetic, human ant-hill? Think, for a moment, of the warm human heart within her, suddenly cramped and turned in upon itself by the unspeakable strangeness of everything around her. She has come up from the country, doubtless, to take a ‘better’ place in London, and there she is thrown by pure chance into one situation or another, with two or three more miscellaneous girls from other shires, having other friends and other interests; and from day to day she toils on, practically alone, among so many unknown, or but officially known, and irresponsive faces. Is it any wonder that, under such circumstances, she looks about her anxiously for some living object round which to twine the tendrils of her better nature? – it may be only a bird, or a cat, or a lap-dog; it may be Bob the postman or policeman Jenkins. We laugh about her young man, whom we envisage to ourselves simply as a hulking fellow and a domestic nuisance; we never reflect that to her all the interest and sympathy of life is concentrated and focussed upon that one single shadowy follower. He may be as uninteresting a slip of a plough-boy, turned driver of a London railway van, as ever was seen in this realm of England; or he may be as full of artistic aspiration and beautiful imaginings as Colin Churchill; but to her it is all the same; he is her one friend and confidant and social environment; he represents in her eyes universal society; he is the solitary unit who can play upon the full gamut of that many-toned and exquisitely modulated musical instrument, her inherited social nature. Take him away, and what is there left of her? – a mere automatic human machine for making beds or grinding out arithmetic for junior classes.

Has not humanity rightly pitched, by common consent, for the main theme of all its verse and all its literature, upon this one universal passion, which, for a few short years at least, tinges with true romance and unspoken poetry even the simplest and most commonplace souls?

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‘Then you don’t like tinted statues?’ the colonel put it. (He knew his ground here, for had he not seen Gibson’s Venus?) ‘Neither do I. I always thought Gibson made a great mistake there.’

‘Gibson was a very great artist,’ Colin replied, curling his lip almost disdainfully, for he felt the absurdity of the colonel’s glibness in condemning the noblest of modern English sculptors off-hand in this easy, mock-critical fashion. ‘Gibson was a very great artist, but I think his Venus was perhaps a step in the wrong direction for all that. Its quite true that the Greeks tinted their statues – ’

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