Edith Wharton

“ To a young man so untrammelled by prejudice it was self-evident that helpless philanthropists like Orlando G. Spence were just as much the natural diet of the strong as the lamb is of the wolf. It was pleasanter to eat than to be eaten, in a world where, as yet, there seemed to be no third alternative; and any scruples one might feel as to the temporary discomfort of one's victim were speedily dispelled by that larger scientific view which took into account the social destructiveness of the benevolent. ”

“ The door closed on him, and for a while the two young men sat silent behind their cigar fumes. Then Draper Spence broke out, with a catch in his throat: “That's what I can't bear, Millner, what I simply can't bear: to hurt him, to hurt his faith in me! It's an awful responsibility, isn't it, to tamper with anybody's faith in anything?” ”

“ Draper murmured, with one of his quick blushes, and a glance that wavered between his father and Millner. The secretary kept his eyes on his notes, and young Spence continued, after a pause: “Only the thing is—isn't it?—to try and find out just what does make the world better?”
“To try to find out?” his father echoed compassionately. “It's not necessary to try very hard. Goodness is what makes the world better.” ”

“ That, again, was part of the high comedy of the hour—that Millner should descend the Spence steps at young Spence's side, and stroll down Fifth Avenue with him at the proudest moment of the afternoon; O. G. Spence's secretary walking abroad with O. G. Spence's heir! He had the scientific detachment to pull out his watch and furtively note the hour. Yes—it was exactly forty minutes since he had rung the Spence door-bell and handed his card to a gelid footman, who, openly sceptical of his claim to be received, had left him unceremoniously planted on the cold tessellations of the vestibule. ”

“ It seems the Flashlight has been trying to stir up a fuss——” Mr. Spence paused, and turned his pince-nez on his secretary. “You haven't heard from them?” he asked.
“From the Flashlight? No.” Millner's surprise was genuine.
He detected a gleam of relief behind Mr. Spence's glasses. “It may be just malicious talk. That's the worst of good works; they bring out all the meanness in human nature. And then there are always women mixed up in them, and there never was a woman yet who understood the difference between philanthropy and business.” ”

“ The rich ought to preach contentment, and to set the example themselves. We have our cares, but we ought to conceal them. We ought to be cheerful, and accept things as they are—not go about sowing dissent and restlessness. What has Draper got to give these boys in his Bible Class, that's so much better than what he wants to take from them? That's the question I'd like to have answered?”
Mr. Spence, carried away by his own eloquence, had removed his pince-nez and was twirling it about his extended forefinger with the gesture habitual to him when he spoke in public. ”

“ I can't see that any good ever came of criticising what our parents believed, and it's a queer time for Draper to criticise my belief just as I'm backing it to the extent of five millions.”
Millner remained silent; and, as though his silence were an argument, Mr. Spence continued combatively: “Draper's always talking about some distinction between religion and morality. I don't understand what he means. I got my morals out of the Bible, and I guess there's enough left in it for Draper. If religion won't make a man moral, I don't see why irreligion should. ”

“ Goodness isn't an idea. It's a fact. It's as solid as a business proposition. And it's Draper's duty, as the son of a wealthy man, and the prospective steward of a great fortune, to elevate the standards of other young men—of young men who haven't had his opportunities. ”

“ But the planlessness of average human nature was of course the measure of his opportunity; and he smiled to think that every purposeless face he met was a guarantee of his own advancement, a rung in the ladder he meant to climb. ”

“ Millner was persuaded that every individual woe mitigated by the philanthropy of Orlando G. Spence added just so much to the sum-total of human inefficiency, and it was one of his favourite subjects of speculation to picture the innumerable social evils that may follow upon the rescue of one infant from Mount Taygetus.
“We're all born to prey on each other, and pity for suffering is one of the most elementary stages of egotism. ”

“ A man can get a good deal farther in life watching the market than picking holes in Genesis; and he can do more good too. There's a time for everything; and Draper seems to me to have mixed up week-days with Sunday.”
Mr. Spence replaced his eye-glasses, and stretching his hand to the silver box at his elbow, extracted from it one of the long cigars sheathed in gold-leaf which were reserved for his private consumption. The secretary hastened to tender him a match, and for a moment he puffed in silence. ”

“ Mr. Spence looked at his watch. “You can't be in more of a hurry than I am; and I've got seven minutes and a half.” He seated himself behind the coffee—tray, lit a cigar, laid his watch on the table, and signed to Draper to resume his place. “No, Millner, don't you go; I want you both.” He turned to the secretary. “You know that Draper's given up his Bible Class? I understand it's not from the pressure of engagements—” Mr. Spence's narrow lips took an ironic curve under the straight-clipped stubble of his moustache—“it's on principle, he tells me. He's principled against doing good!” ”

“ For, after all, any young man with the proper “pull” might have applied to Orlando G. Spence for the post of secretary, and even have penetrated as far as the great man's study; but that he, Hugh Millner, should not only have forced his way to this fastness, but have established, within a short half hour, his right to remain there permanently: well, this, if it proved anything, proved that the first rule of success was to know how to live up to one's principles. ”

“ Are you crazy?”
“No, you are,” said Millner with a sudden recovery of composure. “But you're safe—you're as safe as you'll ever be. Only I don't care to take this for making you so.”
Mr. Spence slowly moistened his lips with his tongue, and removing his pince-nez, took a long hard look at Millner.
“I don't understand. What other guarantee have I got?”
“That I mean what I say?” Millner glanced past the banker's figure at his rich densely coloured background of Spanish leather and mahogany. He remembered that it was from this very threshold that he had first seen Mr. Spence's son. ”

“ Millner, keenly aware that an aromatic Savarin au rhum was describing an arc behind his head previous to being rushed back to the pantry under young Draper's indifferent eye, stiffened himself against this last assault of the enemy, and read out firmly: “What relation do you consider that a man's business conduct should bear to his religious and domestic life?”
Mr. Spence mused a moment. “Why, that's a stupid question. It goes over the same ground as the other one. A man ought to do good with his money—that's all. ”

“ And I thank God I've never stopped to ask what made me want to do good. I've just yielded to the impulse—that's all.” Mr. Spence turned back to his son. “Better men than either of us have been satisfied with that creed, my son.”
Draper was silent, and Mr. Spence once more addressed himself to his secretary. “Millner, you're a reader: I've caught you at it. And I know this boy talks to you. What have you got to say? Do you suppose a Bible Class ever hurt anybody?”
Millner paused a moment, feeling all through his nervous system the fateful tremor of the balance. ”

“ He had gone up the Spence steps an unknown young man, out of a job, and with no substantial hope of getting into one: a needy young man with a mother and two limp sisters to be helped, and a lengthening figure of debt that stood by his bed through the anxious nights. ”

“ I know one thing about him, at any rate: he's awfully upset at your having chucked your Bible Class.”
A shadow fell on young Spence's candid brow. “I know. But what can I do about it? That's what I was thinking of when I tried to show him that goodness, in a certain sense, is purely subjective: that one can't do good against one's principles.” Again his glance appealed to Millner. “You understand me, don't you?”
Millner stirred his coffee in a silence not unclouded by perplexity. “Theoretically, perhaps. It's a pretty question, certainly. ”

“ Millner, in his walk around the table to fill his cup, paused a moment to lay an affectionate hand on Draper's shoulder. “Perhaps I know him better, in a sense: outsiders often get a more accurate focus.” ”

“ The opportunity of a clever young man with a cool head and no prejudices (this again was drawn from life) lay rather in making himself indispensable to one of the beneficent rich, and in using the timidities and conformities of his patron as the means of his scruples about formulating these principles to himself. ”

“ Draper lifted a protesting hand. “It's not exactly that, father——”
“I know: you'll tell me it's some scientific quibble that I don't understand. I've never had time to go in for intellectual hair-splitting. I've found too many people down in the mire who needed a hand to pull them out. A busy man has to take his choice between helping his fellow-men and theorising about them. I've preferred to help. (You might take that down for the Investigator, Millner.) ”

“ His glance rested on his son Draper, seated opposite him behind a barrier of Georgian silver and orchids; but his words were addressed to his secretary who, stylograph in hand, had turned from the seductions of a mushroom soufflé in order to jot down, for the Sunday Investigator, an outline of his employer's views and intentions respecting the newly endowed Orlando G. Spence College for Missionaries. It was Mr. Spence's practice to receive in person the journalists privileged to impart his opinions to the world ”