13. Esther's Narrative
We held many consultations about what Richard was to be, first without Mr. Jarndyce,
as he had requested, and afterwards with him, but it was a long time before we seemed
to make progress. Richard said he was ready for anything. When Mr. Jarndyce doubted
whether he might not already be too old to enter the Navy, Richard said he had thought
of that, and perhaps he was. When Mr. Jarndyce asked him what he thought of the
Army, Richard said he had thought of that, too, and it wasn't a bad idea. When Mr.
Jarndyce advised him to try and decide within himself whether his old preference for the
sea was an ordinary boyish inclination or a strong impulse, Richard answered, Well he
really had tried very often, and he couldn't make out.
"How much of this indecision of character," Mr. Jarndyce said to me, "is chargeable on
that incomprehensible heap of uncertainty and procrastination on which he has been
thrown from his birth, I don't pretend to say; but that Chancery, among its other sins, is
responsible for some of it, I can plainly see. It has engendered or confirmed in him a
habit of putting off--and trusting to this, that, and the other chance, without knowing
what chance--and dismissing everything as unsettled, uncertain, and confused. The
character of much older and steadier people may be even changed by the
circumstances surrounding them. It would be too much to expect that a boy's, in its
formation, should be the subject of such influences and escape them."
I felt this to be true; though if I may venture to mention what I thought besides, I thought
it much to be regretted that Richard's education had not counteracted those influences
or directed his character. He had been eight years at a public school and had learnt, I
understood, to make Latin verses of several sorts in the most admirable manner. But I
never heard that it had been anybody's business to find out what his natural bent was,
or where his failings lay, or to adapt any kind of knowledge to him. He had been
adapted to the verses and had learnt the art of making them to such perfection that if he
had remained at school until he was of age, I suppose he could only have gone on
making them over and over again unless he had enlarged his education by forgetting
how to do it. Still, although I had no doubt that they were very beautiful, and very
improving, and very sufficient for a great many purposes of life, and always
remembered all through life, I did doubt whether Richard would not have profited by
some one studying him a little, instead of his studying them quite so much.
To be sure, I knew nothing of the subject and do not even now know whether the young
gentlemen of classic Rome or Greece made verses to the same extent--or whether the
young gentlemen of any country ever did.
"I haven't the least idea," said Richard, musing, "what I had better be. Except that I am
quite sure I don't want to go into the Church, it's a toss-up."
"You have no inclination in Mr. Kenge's way?" suggested Mr. Jarndyce.