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Updated: June 17, 2025
Great was the rejoicing around the Strattons' supper-table that their friend's son was not lost. The next time Mr. Landler saw Harry, the minister said pleasantly, "You gave me quite a climb the other night, my boy." Harry looked astonished. "Gave you a climb?" he questioned. "I gave you one?" "Yes," nodded Mr. Landler. "Miss Stratton's evening paper fell on her roof.
But he intended to find out. So he asked Nellie what the Strattons believed, feeling instinctively that there must be belief in something. "What do they believe?" he had asked. "In Socialism," Nellie had answered. "Socialism! Look here, Nellie! What is Socialism?" he had exclaimed. They neared a lamp, shining mistily in the drizzle. Close at hand was a seat, facing the grass.
He must respect the transparent, intangible, tacit purdah about them, respect it but never allude to it. To me that is an intolerable state of affairs, but it is reality. If you live in the spirit of any other understanding you will court social disaster. I suppose it is a particularly intolerable state of affairs to us Strattons because it is in our nature to want things to seem what they are.
"I suppose the Strattons are happy?" "Not as happy as everybody might be if the world was right. They understand music and pictures and colouring and books. He reads science a lot and paints funny mixture, isn't it? and she teaches the children a great deal. They go boating together. They both work at what they like and are clever enough to be fairly sure of plenty to do.
After having had dinner at a restaurant with his Trades Hall friend, to whom he related part of his morning's interview, he had found himself with two or three hours on his hands. So he had turned his steps towards the Strattons, longing for sympathy and comfort, being strangely depressed and miserable without being able to think out just how he felt. He found Mrs.
How pleasant it would be to be like the Strattons, to live with Nellie always, and have friends to come and see them on a Saturday night! How a man would work for a home like that, so full of music, so full of song, so full of beauty, so full of the thoughts which make men like unto gods and of the love which makes gods like unto men!
"Those Strattons are immense what's that noise, Nellie?" he interrupted himself. A strange groaning from close at hand had startled him. "Somebody asleep, I suppose," she answered, more accustomed to the Sydney parks. But she stopped while, under the umbrella, he struck a match with a bushman's craft.
I read this letter to the end and looked up, and there was my home about me, a room ruddy-brown and familiar, with the row of old pewter things upon the dresser, the steel engravings of former Strattons that came to me from my father, a convex mirror exaggerating my upturned face. And Rachel just risen again sat at the other end of the table, a young mother, fragile and tender-eyed.
But for the present, until we get a mastery of those vague and mighty intimations at once so perplexing and so reassuring, if we are to live at all in the multitudinousness of human society we must submit to some scheme of clumsy compromises and conventions or other, and for us Strattons the Harbury system is the most convenient. You will have to go to the old school. I went to Rendle's.
You have to shout, and Strattons don't shout; you have to be smart and tricky and there's never been a smart and tricky Stratton yet; you have to snatch opportunities and get the better of the people and misrepresent the realities of every case you touch. You're a paid misrepresenter. They say you'll get a fellowship, Stephen. Why not stay up, and do some thinking for a year or so.
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