Clara Hopgood - Page 63/105

He had encountered no particular trouble since his wife's death, but

his life had been unhappy. He had no friends, much as he longed for

friendship, and he could not give any reasons for his failure. He

saw other persons more successful, but he remained solitary. Their

needs were not so great as his, for it is not those who have the

least but those who have the most to give who most want sympathy. He

had often made advances; people had called on him and had appeared

interested in him, but they had dropped away. The cause was chiefly

to be found in his nationality. The ordinary Englishman disliked him

simply as a Jew, and the better sort were repelled by a lack of

geniality and by his inability to manifest a healthy interest in

personal details. Partly also the cause was that those who care to

speak about what is nearest to them are very rare, and most persons

find conversation easy in proportion to the remoteness of its topics

from them. Whatever the reasons may have been, Baruch now, no matter

what the pressure from within might be, generally kept himself to

himself. It was a mistake and he ought not to have retreated so far

upon repulse. A word will sometimes, when least expected, unlock a

heart, a soul is gained for ever, and at once there is much more than

a recompense for the indifference of years.

After the death of his wife, Baruch's affection spent itself upon his

son Benjamin, whom he had apprenticed to a firm of optical instrument

makers in York. The boy was not very much like his father. He was

indifferent to that religion by which his father lived, but he

inherited an aptitude for mathematics, which was very necessary in

his trade. Benjamin also possessed his father's rectitude, trusted

him, and looked to him for advice to such a degree that even Baruch,

at last, thought it would be better to send him away from home in

order that he might become a little more self-reliant and

independent. It was the sorest of trials to part with him, and, for

some time after he left, Baruch's loneliness was intolerable. It

was, however, relieved by a visit to York perhaps once in four or

five months, for whenever business could be alleged as an excuse for

going north, he managed, as he said, 'to take York on his way.'

The day after he met Clara he started for Birmingham, and although

York was certainly not 'on his way,' he pushed forward to the city

and reached it on a Saturday evening. He was to spend Sunday there,

and on Sunday morning he proposed that they should hear the cathedral

service, and go for a walk in the afternoon. To this suggestion

Benjamin partially assented. He wished to go to the cathedral in the

morning, but thought his father had better rest after dinner. Baruch

somewhat resented the insinuation of possible fatigue consequent on

advancing years.