The Way of All Flesh HTML version

Chapter 7
A few words may suffice for the greater number of the young people to whom I have
been alluding in the foregoing chapter. Eliza and Maria, the two elder girls, were neither
exactly pretty nor exactly plain, and were in all respects model young ladies, but Alethea
was exceedingly pretty and of a lively, affectionate disposition, which was in sharp
contrast with those of her brothers and sisters. There was a trace of her grandfather, not
only in her face, but in her love of fun, of which her father had none, though not without
a certain boisterous and rather coarse quasi-humour which passed for wit with many.
John grew up to be a good-looking, gentlemanly fellow, with features a trifle too regular
and finely chiselled. He dressed himself so nicely, had such good address, and stuck so
steadily to his books that he became a favourite with his masters; he had, however, an
instinct for diplomacy, and was less popular with the boys. His father, in spite of the
lectures he would at times read him, was in a way proud of him as he grew older; he saw
in him, moreover, one who would probably develop into a good man of business, and in
whose hands the prospects of his house would not be likely to decline. John knew how to
humour his father, and was at a comparatively early age admitted to as much of his
confidence as it was in his nature to bestow on anyone.
His brother Theobald was no match for him, knew it, and accepted his fate. He was not so
good-looking as his brother, nor was his address so good; as a child he had been violently
passionate; now, however, he was reserved and shy, and, I should say, indolent in mind
and body. He was less tidy than John, less well able to assert himself, and less skilful in
humouring the caprices of his father. I do not think he could have loved anyone heartily,
but there was no one in his family circle who did not repress, rather than invite his
affection, with the exception of his sister Alethea, and she was too quick and lively for
his somewhat morose temper. He was always the scapegoat, and I have sometimes
thought he had two fathers to contend against--his father and his brother John; a third and
fourth also might almost be added in his sisters Eliza and Maria. Perhaps if he had felt his
bondage very acutely he would not have put up with it, but he was constitutionally timid,
and the strong hand of his father knitted him into the closest outward harmony with his
brother and sisters.
The boys were of use to their father in one respect. I mean that he played them off against
each other. He kept them but poorly supplied with pocket money, and to Theobald would
urge that the claims of his elder brother were naturally paramount, while he insisted to
John upon the fact that he had a numerous family, and would affirm solemnly that his
expenses were so heavy that at his death there would be very little to divide. He did not
care whether they compared notes or no, provided they did not do so in his presence.
Theobald did not complain even behind his father's back. I knew him as intimately as
anyone was likely to know him as a child, at school, and again at Cambridge, but he very
rarely mentioned his father's name even while his father was alive, and never once in my
hearing afterwards. At school he was not actively disliked as his brother was, but he was
too dull and deficient in animal spirits to be popular.