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CHAPTER XVII
TWO BROTHERS
If has been said that Stephen Dallison； when unable to get his golf on Saturdays； went to his club； and read reviews。 The two forms of exercise； in fact； were very similar： in playing golf you went round and round； in reading reviews you did the same； for in course of time you were assured of coming to articles that； nullified articles already read。 In both forms of sport the balance was preserved which keeps a man both sound and young。
And to be both sound and young was to Stephen an everyday necessity。 He was essentially a Cambridge man； springy and undemonstrative； with just that air of taking a continual pinch of really perfect snuff。 Underneath this manner he was a good worker； a good husband； a good father； and nothing could be urged against him except his regularity and the fact that he was never in the wrong。 Where he worked； and indeed in other places； many men were like him。 In one respect he resembled them； perhaps； too muchhe disliked leaving the ground unless he knew precisely where he was coming down again。
He and Cecilia had 〃got on〃 from the first。 They had both desired to have one childno more； they had both desired to keep up with the timesno more； they now both considered Hilary's position awkward no more； and when Cecilia； in the special Jacobean bed； and taking care to let him have his sleep out first； had told him of this matter of the Hughs； they had both turned it over very carefully； lying on their backs； and speaking in grave tones。 Stephen was of opinion that poor old Hilary must look out what he was doing。 Beyond this he did not go； keeping even from his wife the more unpleasant of what seemed to him the possibilities。
Then； in the words she had used to Hilary； Cecilia spoke：
〃It's so sordid； Stephen。〃
He looked at her； and almost with one accord they both said：
〃But it's all nonsense！〃
These speeches； so simultaneous； stimulated them to a robuster view。 What was this affair； if real； but the sort of episode that they read of in their papers？ What was it； if true； but a duplicate of some bit of fiction or drama which they daily saw described by that word 〃sordid〃？ Cecilia； indeed； had used this word instinctively。 It had come into her mind at once。 The whole affair disturbed her ideals of virtue and good tastethat particular mental atmosphere mysteriously； inevitably woven round the soul by the conditions of special breeding and special life。 If； then； this affair were real it was sordid； and if it were sordid it was repellent to suppose that her family could be mixed up in it； but her people were mixed up in it； therefore it must benonsense！
So the matter rested until Thyme came back from her visit to her grandfather； and told them of the little model's new and pretty clothes。 When she detailed this news they were all sitting at dinner； over the ordering of which Cecilia's loyalty had been taxed till her little headache came； so that there might be nothing too conventional to over…nourish Stephen or so essentially aesthetic as not to nourish him at all。 The man servant being in the room； they neither of them raised their eyes。 But when he was gone to fetch the bird； each found the other looking furtively across the table。 By some queer misfortune the word 〃sordid〃 had leaped into their minds again。 Who had given her those clothes？ But feeling that it was sordid to pursue this thought； they looked away； and； eating hastily； began pursuing it。 Being man and woman； they naturally took a different line of chase； Cecilia hunting in one grove and Stephen in another。
Thus ran Stephen's pack of meditations：
'If old Hilary has been giving her money and clothes and that sort of thing； he's either a greater duffer than I took him for； or there's something in it。 B。's got herself to thank； but that won't help to keep Hughs quiet。 He wants money； I expect。 Oh； damn！'
Cecilia's pack ran other ways：
'I know the girl can't have bought those things out of her proper earnings。 I believe she's a really bad lot。 I don't like to think it； but it must be so。 Hilary can't have been so stupid after what I said to him。 If she really is bad； it simplifies things very much； but Hilary is just the sort of man who will never believe it。 Oh dear！'
It was； to be quite fair； immensely difficult for Stephen and his wifeor any of their class and circlein spite of genuinely good intentions； to really feel the existence of their 〃shadows；〃 except in so far as they saw them on the pavements。 They knew that these people lived； because they saw them； but they did not feel itwith such extraordinary care had the web of social life been spun。 They were； and were bound to be； as utterly divorced from understanding of； or faith in； all that shadowy life； as those 〃shadows〃 in their by…streets were from knowledge or belief that gentlefolk really existed except in so far as they had money from them。
Stephen and Cecilia； and their thousands； knew these 〃shadows〃 as 〃the people；〃 knew them as slums； as districts； as sweated industries； of different sorts of workers； knew them in the capacity of persons performing odd jobs for them； but as human beings possessing the same faculties and passions with themselves； they did not； could not； know them。 The reason； the long reason； extending back through generations； was so plain； so very simple； that it was never mentionedin their heart of hearts； where there was no room for cant； they knew it to be just a little matter of the senses。 They knew that； whatever they might say； whatever money they might give； or time devote； their hearts could never open； unlessunless they closed their ears； and eyes； and noses。 This little fact； more potent than all the teaching of philosophers； than every Act of Parliament； and all the sermons ever preached； reigned paramount； supreme。 It divided class from class； man from his shadowas the Great Underlying Law had set dark apart from light。
On this little fact； too gross to mention； they and their kind had in secret built and built； till it was not too much to say that laws； worship； trade； and every art were based on it； if not in theory； then in fact。 For it must not be thought that those eyes were dull or that nose plainno； no； those eyes could put two and two together； that nose； of myriad fancy； could imagine countless things unsmelled which must lie behind a state of life not quite its own。 It could create； as from the scent of an old slipper dogs create their masters。
So Stephen and Cecilia sat； and their butler brought in the bird。 It was a nice one； nourished down in Surrey； and as he cut it into portions the butler's soul turned sick within himnot because he wanted some himself； or was a vegetarian； or for any sort of principle； but because he was by natural gifts an engineer； and deadly tired of cutting up and handing birds to other people and watching while they ate them。 Without a glimmer of expression on his face he put the portions down before the persons who； having paid him to do so； could not tell his thoughts。
That same night； after working at a Report on the present Laws of Bankruptcy； which he was