The entrance of supper opportunely adjourned this difficulty, and relieved Mr Riley from the labour of suggesting some solution or compromise - a labour which he would otherwise doubtless have undertaken, for, as you perceive, he was a man of very obliging manners.And he had really given himself the trouble of recommending Mr Stelling to his friend Tulliver without any positive expectation of a solid, definite advantage resulting to himself, notwithstanding the subtle indications to the contrary which might have misled a too sagacious observer.For there is nothing more widely misleading than sagacity if it happens to get on a wrong scent, and sagacity persuaded that men usually act and speak from distinct motives, with a consciously proposed end in view, is certain to waste its energies on imaginary game.Plotting covetousness and deliberate contrivance in order to compass a selfish end, are nowhere abundant but in the world of the dramatist:
they demand too intense a mental action for many of our fellow-parishioners to be guilty of them.It is easy enough to spoil the lives of our neighbours without taking so much trouble: we can do it by lazy acquiescence and lazy omission, by trivial falsities for which we hardly know a reason, by small frauds neutralised by small extravagances, by maladroit flatteries and clumsily improvised insinuations.We live from hand to mouth, most of us, with a small family of immediate desires - we do little else than snatch a morsel to satisfy the hungry brood, rarely thinking of seed-corn or the next year's crop.
Mr Riley was a man of business and not cold towards his own interest, yet even he was more under the influence of small promptings than of far-sighted designs.He had no private understanding with the Rev.Walter Stelling;on the contrary he knew very little of that M.A.and his acquirements -not quite enough perhaps to warrant so strong a recommendation of him as he had given to his friend Tulliver.But he believed Mr Stelling to be an excellent classic, for Gadsby had said so, and Gadsby's first cousin was an Oxford tutor: which was better ground for the belief even than his own immediate observation would have been, for though Mr Riley had received a tincture of the classics at the great Mudport Free School and had a sense of understanding Latin generally, his comprehension of any particular Latin was not ready.Doubtless there remained a subtle aroma from his juvenile contact with the De Senectute and the Fourth Book of the Aeneid , but it had ceased to be distinctly recognisable as classical, and was only perceived in the higher finish and force of his auctioneering style.Then, Stelling was an Oxford man, and the Oxford men were always - no, no, it was the Cambridge men who were always good mathematicians.But a man who had had a university education could teach anything he liked; especially a man like Stelling, who had made a speech at a Mudport dinner on a political occasion and had acquitted himself so well that it was generally remarked, this son-in-law of Timpson's was a sharp fellow.It was to be expected of a Mudport man from the parish of St Ursula that he would not omit to do a good turn to a son-in-law of Timpson's, for Timpson was one of the most useful and influential men in the parish, and had a good deal of business which he knew how to put into the right hands.Mr Riley liked such men, quite apart from any money which might be diverted through their good judgment, from less worthy pockets into his own; and it would be a satisfaction to him to say to Timpson on his return home, `I've secured a good pupil for your son-in-law.' Timpson had a large family of daughters: Mr Riley felt for him: besides, Louisa Timpson's face with its light curls had been a familiar object to him over the pew wainscot on a Sunday for nearly fifteen years: it was natural her husband should be a commendable tutor.Moreover, Mr Riley knew of no other schoolmaster whom he had any ground for recommending in preference: why then should he not recommend Stelling? His friend Tulliver had asked him for an opinion: it is always chilling in friendly intercourse to say you have no opinion to give.And if you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge.You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it.Thus, Mr Riley, knowing no harm of Stelling to begin with, and wishing him well so far as he had any wishes at all concerning him, had no sooner recommended him than he began to think with admiration of a man recommended on such high authority, and would soon have gathered so warm an interest on the subject, that if Mr Tulliver had in the end declined to send Tom to Stelling, Mr Riley would have thought his friend of the old school a thoroughly pig-headed fellow.
If you blame Mr Riley very severely for giving a recommendation on such slight grounds, I must say you are rather hard upon him.Why should an auctioneer and appraister thirty years ago, who had as good as forgotten his free-school Latin, be expected to manifest a delicate scrupulosity which is not always exhibited by gentlemen of the learned professions even in our present advanced stage of morality?
Besides, a man with the milk of human kindness in him can scarcely abstain from doing a good-natured action, and one can't be good-natured all round.
Nature herself occasionally quarters an inconvenient parasite on an animal towards whom she has otherwise no ill-will.What then? We admire her care for the parasite.If Mr Riley had shrunk from giving a recommendation that was not based on valid evidence, he would not have helped Mr Stelling to a paying pupil, and that would not have been so well for the reverend gentleman.
Consider, too, that all the pleasant little dim ideas and complacencies - of standing well with Timpson, of dispensing advice when he was asked for it, of impressing his friend Tulliver with additional respect, of saying something and saying it emphatically, with other inappreciably minute ingredients that went along with the warm hearth and the brandy and water to make up Mr Riley's consciousness on this occasion, would have been a mere blank.
