Author’sNoteTheoriginofTheSecretAgent:subject，treatment，artisticpurpose，andeveryothermotivethatmayinduceanauthortotakeuphispen，can，Ibelieve，betracedtoaperiodofmentalandemotionalreaction。
TheactualfactsarethatIbeganthisbookimpulsivelyandwroteitcontinuously。WheninduecourseitwasboundanddeliveredtothepublicgazeIfoundmyselfreprovedforhavingproduceditatall。Someoftheadmonitionsweresevere，othershadasorrowfulnote。IhavenotgotthemtextuallybeforemebutIrememberperfectlythegeneralargument，whichwasverysimple;andalsomysurpriseatitsnature。Allthissoundsaveryoldstorynow！Andyetitisnotsuchalongtimeago。ImustconcludethatIhadstillpreservedmuchofmypristineinnocenceintheyear1907。
Itseemstomenowthatevenanartlesspersonmighthaveforeseenthatsomecriticismswouldbebasedonthegroundofsordidsurroundingsandthemoralsqualorofthetale。
Thatofcourseisaseriousobjection。Itwasnotuniversal。Infactitseemsungracioustoremembersolittlereproofamongstsomuchintelligentandsympatheticappreciation;andItrustthatthereadersofthisPrefacewillnothastentoputitdowntowoundedvanityoranaturaldispositiontoingratitude。Isuggestthatacharitableheartcouldverywellascribemychoicetonaturalmodesty。Yetitisn’texactlymodestythatmakesmeselectreprooffortheillustrationofmycase。No，itisn’texactlymodesty。
IamnotatallcertainthatIammodest;butthosewhohavereadsofarthroughmyworkwillcreditmewithenoughdecency，tact，savoir—faire，whatyouwill，topreventmefrommakingasongformyowngloryoutofthewordsofotherpeople，No！Thetruemotiveofmyselectionliesinquiteadifferenttrait。Ihavealwayshadapropensitytojustifymyaction。
Nottodefend。Tojustify。NottoinsistthatIwasrightbutsimplytoexplainthattherewasnoperverseintention，nosecretscornforthenaturalsensibilitiesofmankindatthebottomofmyimpulses。
Thatkindofweaknessisdangerousonlysofarthatitexposesonetotheriskofbecomingabore;fortheworldgenerallyisnotinterestedinthemotivesofanyovertactbutinitsconsequences。Manmaysmileandsmilebutheisnotaninvestigatinganimal。Helovestheobvious。
Heshrinksfromexplanations。YetIwillgoonwithmine。It’sobviousthatIneednothavewrittenthatbook。Iwasundernonecessitytodealwiththatsubject;usingthewordsubjectbothinthesenseofthetaleitselfandinthelargeroneofaspecialmanifestationinthelifeofmankind。ThisIfullyadmit。Butthethoughtofelaboratingmereuglinessinordertoshock，orevensimplytosurprisemyreadersbyachangeoffront，hasneverenteredmyhead。InmakingthisstatementIexpecttobebelieved，notonlyontheevidenceofmygeneralcharacterbutalsoforthereason，whichanybodycansee，thatthewholetreatmentofthetale，itsinspiringindignationandunderlyingpityandcontempt，provemydetachmentfromthesqualorandsordidnesswhichliesimplyintheoutwardcircumstancesofthesetting。
TheinceptionofTheSecretAgentfollowedimmediatelyonatwoyears’periodofintenseabsorptioninthetaskofwritingthatremotenovel，Nostromo，withitsfar—offLatin—Americanatmosphere;andtheprofoundlypersonalMirroroftheSea。ThefirstanintensecreativeeffortonwhatIsupposewillalwaysremainmylargestcanvas，thesecondanunreservedattempttounveilforamomenttheprofounderintimaciesoftheseaandtheformativeinfluencesofnearlyhalfmylifetime。
Itwasaperiod，too，inwhichmysenseofthetruthofthingswasattendedbyaveryintenseimaginativeandemotionalreadinesswhich，allgenuineandfaithfultofactsasitwas，yetmademefeel（thetaskoncedone）
asifIwereleftbehind，aimlessamongstmerehusksofsensationsandlostinaworldofother，ofinferior，values。
Idon’tknowwhetherIreallyfeltthatIwantedachange，changeinmyimagination，inmyvision，andinmymentalattitude。Iratherthinkthatachangeinthefundamentalmoodhadalreadystolenovermeunawares。
Idon’trememberanythingdefinitehappening。WithTheMirroroftheSeafinishedinthefullconsciousnessthatIhaddealthonestlywithmyselfandmyreadersineverylineofthatbook，Igavemyselfuptoanotunhappypause。Then，whileIwasyetstandingstill，asitwere，andcertainlynotthinkingofgoingoutofmywaytolookforanythingugly，thesubjectofTheSecretAgent—Imeanthetale—cametomeintheshapeofafewwordsutteredbyafriendinacasualconversationaboutanarchistsorratheranarchistactivities;howbroughtaboutIdon’tremembernow。
Iremember，however，remarkingonthecriminalfutilityofthewholething，doctrine，action，mentality;andonthecontemptibleaspectofthehalf—crazyposeasofabrazencheatexploitingthepoignantmiseriesandpassionatecredulitiesofamankindalwayssotragicallyeagerforself—destruction。
Thatwaswhatmadeformeitsphilosophicalpretencessounpardonable。
Presently，passingtoparticularinstances，werecalledthealreadyoldstoryoftheattempttoblowuptheGreenwichObservatory;ablood—stainedinanityofsofatuousakindthatitwasimpossibletofathomitsoriginbyanyreasonableorevenunreasonableprocessofthought。Forperverseunreasonhasitsownlogicalprocesses。Butthatoutragecouldnotbelaidholdofmentallyinanysortofway，sothatoneremainedfacedbythefactofamanblowntobitsfornothingevenmostremotelyresemblinganidea，anarchisticorother。AstotheouterwalloftheObservatoryitdidnotshowasmuchasthefaintestcrack。
Ipointedallthisouttomyfriendwhoremainedsilentforawhileandthenremarkedinhischaracteristicallycasualandomniscientmanner:
`Oh，thatfellowwashalfanidiot。Hissistercommittedsuicideafterwards。’
Thesewereabsolutelytheonlywordsthatpassedbetweenus;forextremesurpriseatthisunexpectedpieceofinformationkeptmedumbforamomentandhebeganatoncetotalkofsomethingelse。Itneveroccurredtomelatertoaskhowhearrivedathisknowledge。Iamsurethatifhehadseenonceinhislifethebackofananarchistthatmusthavebeenthewholeextentofhisconnectionwiththeunderworld。Hewas，however，amanwholikedtotalkwithallsortsofpeople，andhemayhavegatheredthoseilluminatingfactsatsecondorthirdhand，fromacrossing—sweeper，fromaretiredpoliceofficer，fromsomevaguemaninhisclub，orevenperhapsfromaMinisterofStatemetatsomepublicorprivatereception。
Oftheilluminatingqualitytherecouldbenodoubtwhatever。Onefeltlikewalkingoutofaforestontoaplain—therewasnotmuchtoseebutonehadplentyoflight。No，therewasnotmuchtoseeand，frankly，foraconsiderabletimeIdidn’tevenattempttoperceiveanything。Itwasonlytheilluminatingimpressionthatremained。Itremainedsatisfactorybutinapassiveway。Then，aboutaweeklater，IcameuponabookwhichasfarasIknowhadneverattainedanyprominence，therathersummaryrecollectionsofanAssistantCommissionerofPolice，anobviouslyablemanwithastrongreligiousstraininhischaracterwhowasappointedtohispostatthetimeofthedynamiteoutragesinLondon，awaybackintheeighties。Thebookwasfairlyinteresting，verydiscreetofcourse;andIhavebynowforgottenthebulkofitscontents。Itcontainednorevelations，itranoverthesurfaceagreeably，andthatwasall。Iwon’teventrytoexplainwhyIshouldhavebeenarrestedbyalittlepassageofaboutsevenlines，inwhichtheauthor（IbelievehisnamewasAnderson）reproducedashortdialogueheldintheLobbyoftheHouseofCommonsaftersomeunexpectedanarchistoutrage，withtheHomeSecretary。IthinkitwasSirWilliamHarcourtthen。Hewasverymuchirritatedandtheofficialwasveryapologetic。
Thephrase，amongstthethreewhichpassedbetweenthem，thatstruckmemostwasSirW。Harcourt’sangrysally:`Allthat’sverywell。ButyourideaofsecrecyoverthereseemstoconsistofkeepingtheHomeSecretaryinthedark。’CharacteristicenoughofSirW。Harcourt’stemperbutnotmuchinitself。Theremusthavebeen，however，somesortofatmosphereinthewholeincidentbecauseallofasuddenIfeltmyselfstimulated。
Andthenensuedinmymindwhatastudentofchemistrywouldbestunderstandfromtheanalogyoftheadditionofthetiniestlittledropoftherightkind，precipitatingtheprocessofcrystallizationinatesttubecontainingsomecolourlesssolution。
Itwasatfirstformeamentalchange，disturbingaquieted—downimagination，inwhichstrangeforms，sharpinoutlinebutimperfectlyapprehended，appearedandclaimedattentionascrystalswilldobytheirbizarreandunexpectedshapes。Onefelltomusingbeforethephenomenon—evenofthepast:ofSouthAmerica，acontinentofcrudesunshineandbrutalrevolutions，ofthesea，thevastexpanseofsaltwaters，themirrorofheaven’sfrownsandsmiles，thereflectoroftheworld’slight。Thenthevisionofanenormoustownpresenteditself，ofamonstroustownmorepopulousthansomecontinentsandinitsman—mademightasifindifferenttoheaven’sfrownsandsmiles;
acrueldevoureroftheworld’slight。Therewasroomenoughtheretoplaceanystory，depthenoughforanypassion，varietyenoughthereforanysetting，darknessenoughtoburyfivemillionsoflives。
Irresistiblythetownbecamethebackgroundfortheensuingperiodofdeepandtentativemeditations。Endlessvistasopenedbeforemeinvariousdirections。Itwouldtakeyearstofindtherightway！Itseemedtotakeyears！……SlowlythedawningconvictionofMrsVerloc’smaternalpassiongrewuptoaflamebetweenmeandthatbackground，tingeingitwithitssecretardourandreceivingfromitinexchangesomeofitsownsombrecolouring。AtlastthestoryofWinnieVerlocstoodoutcompletefromthedaysofherchildhoodtotheend，unproportionedasyet，witheverythingstillonthefirstplaneasitwere;butreadynowtobedealtwith。Itwasamatterofaboutthreedays。
Thisbookisthatstory，reducedtomanageableproportions，itswholecoursesuggestedandcentredroundtheabsurdcrueltyoftheGreenwichParkexplosion。IhadthereataskIwillnotsayarduousbutofthemostabsorbingdifficulty。Butithadtobedone。Itwasanecessity。
ThefiguresgroupedaboutMrsVerlocandrelateddirectlyorindirectlytohertragicsuspicionthat`lifedoesn’tstandmuchlookinginto’，aretheoutcomeofthatverynecessity。PersonallyIhaveneverhadanydoubtoftherealityofMrsVerloc’sstory;butithadtobedisengagedfromitsobscurityinthatimmensetown，ithadtobemadecredible，Idon’tmeansomuchastohersoulbutastohersurroundings，notsomuchastoherpsychologybutastoherhumanity。Forthesurroundingshintswerenotlacking。Ihadtofighthardtokeepatarm’slengththememoriesofmysolitaryandnocturnalwalksalloverLondoninmyearlydays，lesttheyshouldrushinandoverwhelmeachpageofthestoryastheseemergedoneafteranotherfromamoodasseriousinfeelingandthoughtasanyinwhichIeverwrotealine。InthatrespectIreallythinkthatTheSecretAgentisaperfectlygenuinepieceofwork。Eventhepurelyartisticpurpose，thatofapplyinganironicmethodtoasubjectofthatkind，wasformulatedwithdeliberationandintheearnestbeliefthatironictreatmentalonewouldenablemetosayallIfeltIwouldhavetosayinscornaswellasinpity。ItisoneoftheminorsatisfactionsofmywritinglifethathavingtakenthatresolveIdidmanage，itseemstome，tocarryitrightthroughtotheend。Astothepersonageswhomtheabsolutenecessityofthecase—MrsVerloc’scase—bringsoutinfrontoftheLondonbackground，fromthem，too，Iobtainedthoselittlesatisfactionswhichreallycountforsomuchagainstthemassofoppressivedoubtsthathauntsopersistentlyeveryattemptatcreativework。Forinstance，ofMrVladimirhimself（whowasfairgameforacaricaturalpresentation）Iwasgratifiedtohearthatanexperiencedmanoftheworldhadsaid`thatConradmusthavebeenintouchwiththatsphereorelsehasanexcellentintuitionofthings’，becauseMrVladimirwas`notonlypossibleindetailbutquiterightinessentials’。
ThenavisitorfromAmericainformedmethatallsortsofrevolutionaryrefugeesinNewYorkwouldhaveitthatthebookwaswrittenbysomebodywhoknewalotaboutthem。Thisseemedtomeaveryhighcompliment，consideringthat，asamatterofhardfact，Ihadseenevenlessoftheirkindthantheomniscientfriendwhogavemethefirstsuggestionforthenovel。I
havenodoubt，however，thattherehadbeenmomentsduringthewritingofthebookwhen1wasanextremerevolutionist，Iwon’tsaymoreconvincedthantheybutcertainlycherishingamoreconcentratedpurposethananyofthemhadeverdoneinthewholecourseofhislife。Idon’tsaythistoboast。Iwassimplyattendingtomybusiness。InthematterofallmybooksIhavealwaysattendedtomybusiness。Ihaveattendedtoitwithcompleteself—surrender。Andthisstatement，too，isnotaboast。Icouldnothavedoneotherwise。Itwouldhaveboredmetoomuchtomake—believe。
Thesuggestionsforcertainpersonagesofthetale，bothlaw—abidingandlawless，camefromvarioussourceswhich，perhaps，hereandthere，somereadermayhaverecognized。Theyarenotveryrecondite。ButIamnotconcernedheretolegitimizeanyofthosepeople，andevenastomygeneralviewofthemoralreactionsasbetweenthecriminalandthepoliceallIwillventuretosayisthatitseemstometobeatleastarguable。
Thetwelveyearsthathaveelapsedsincethepublicationofthebookhavenotchangedmyattitude。IdonotregrethavingwrittenIt。Lately，circumstances，whichhavenothingtodowiththegeneraltenorofthisPreface，havecompelledmetostripthistaleoftheliteraryrobeofindignantscornithascostmesomuchtofitonitdecently，yearsago。Ihavebeenforced，sotospeak，tolookuponitsbarebones。Iconfessthatitmakesagrislyskeleton。ButstillIwillsubmitthattellingWinnieVerloc’sstorytoitsanarchisticendofutterdesolation，madness，anddespair，andtellingitasIhavetoldithere，Ihavenotintendedtocommitagratuitousoutrageonthefeelingsofmankind。
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MrVerloc，goingoutinthemorning，lefthisshopnominallyinchargeofhisbrother—in—law。Itcouldbedone，becausetherewasverylittlebusinessatanytime，andpracticallynoneatallbeforetheevening。MrVerloccaredbutlittleabouthisostensiblebusiness。And，moreover，hiswifewasinchargeofhisbrother—in—law。
Theshopwassmall，andsowasthehouse。ItwasoneofthosegrimybrickhouseswhichexistedinlargequantitiesbeforetheeraofreconstructiondawneduponLondon。Theshopwasasquareboxofaplace，withthefrontglazedinsmallpanes。Inthedaytimethedoorremainedclosed;intheeveningitstooddiscreetlybutsuspiciouslyajar。
Thewindowcontainedphotographsofmoreorlessundresseddancinggirls;
nondescriptpackagesinwrapperslikepatentmedicines;closedyellowpaperenvelopes，veryflimsy，andmarkedtwoandsixinheavyblackfigures;
afewnumbersofancientFrenchcomicpublicationshungacrossastringasiftodry;adingybluechinabowl，acasketofblackwood，bottlesofmarkingink，andrubberstamps;afewbookswithtitleshintingatimpropriety;
afewapparentlyoldcopiesofobscurenewspapers，badlyprinted，withtitlesliketheTorch，theGong—rousingtitles。Andthetwogas—jetsinsidethepaneswerealwaysturnedlow，eitherforeconomy’ssakeorforthesakeofthecustomers。
Thesecustomerswereeitherveryyoungmen，whohungaboutthewindowforatimebeforeslippinginsuddenly;ormenofamorematureage，butlookinggenerallyasiftheywerenotinfunds。Someofthatlastkindhadthecollarsoftheirovercoatsturnedrightuptotheirmoustaches，andtracesofmudonthebottomoftheirnethergarments，whichhadtheappearanceofbeingmuchwornandnotveryvaluable。Andthelegsinsidethemdidnot，asageneralrule，seemofmuchaccounteither。Withtheirhandsplungeddeepinthesidepocketsoftheircoats，theydodgedinsideways，oneshoulderfirst，asifafraidtostartthebellgoing。
Thebell，hungonthedoorbymeansofacurvedribbonofsteel，wasdifficulttocircumvent。Itwashopelesslycracked;butofanevening，attheslightestprovocation，itclatteredbehindthecustomerwithimpudentvirulence。
Itclattered;andatthatsignal，throughthedustyglassdoorbehindthepainteddealcounter，MrVerlocwouldissuehastilyfromtheparlourattheback。Hiseyeswerenaturallyheavy;hehadanairof’havingwallowed，fullydressed，alldayonanunmadebed。Anothermanwouldhavefeltsuchanappearanceadistinctdisadvantage。Inacommercialtransactionoftheretailordermuchdependsontheseller’sengagingandamiableaspect。
ButMrVerlocknewhisbusiness，andremainedundisturbedbyanysortofaestheticdoubtabouthisappearance。Withafirm，steady—eyedimpudence，whichseemedtoholdbackthethreatofsomeabominablemenace，hewouldproceedtoselloverthecountersomeobjectlookingobviouslyandscandalouslynotworththemoneywhichpassedinthetransaction:asmallcardboardboxwithapparentlynothinginside，forinstance，oroneofthosecarefullyclosedyellowflimsyenvelopes，orasoiledvolumeinpapercoverswithapromisingtitle。Nowandthenithappenedthatoneofthefaded，yellowdancinggirlswouldgetsoldtoanamateur，asthoughshehadbeenaliveandyoung。
SometimesitwasMrsVerlocwhowouldappearatthecallofthecrackedbell。WinnieVerlocwasayoungwomanwithafullbust，inatightbodice，andwithbroadhips。Herhairwasverytidy。Steady—eyedlikeherhusband，shepreservedanairofunfathomableindifferencebehindtherampartofthecounter。Thenthecustomerofcomparativelytenderyearswouldgetsuddenlydisconcertedathavingtodealwithawoman，andwithrageinhisheartwouldprofferarequestforabottleofmarkingink，retailvaluesixpence（priceinVerloc’sshoponeandsixpence），which，onceoutside，hewoulddropstealthilyintothegutter。
Theeveningvisitors—themenwithcollarsturnedupandsofthatsrammeddown—noddedfamiliarlytoMrsVerloc，andwithamutteredgreeting，lifteduptheflapattheendofthecounterinordertopassintothebackparlour，whichgaveaccesstoapassageandtoasteepflightofstairs。
ThedooroftheshopwastheonlymeansofentrancetothehouseinwhichMrVerloccarriedonhisbusinessofasellerofshadywares，exercisedhisvocationofaprotectorofsociety，andcultivatedhisdomesticvirtues。
Theselastwerepronounced。Hewasthoroughlydomesticated。Neitherhisspiritual，norhismental，norhisphysicalneedswereofthekindtotakehimmuchabroad。Hefoundathometheeaseofhisbodyandthepeaceofhisconscience，togetherwithMrsVerloc’swifelyattentionsandMrsVerloc’smother’sdeferentialregard。
Winnie’smotherwasastout，wheezywoman，withalargebrownface。
Sheworeablackwigunderawhitecap。Herswollenlegsrenderedherinactive。
SheconsideredherselftobeofFrenchdescent，whichmighthavebeentrue;
andafteragoodmanyyearsofmarriedlifewithalicensedvictuallerofthemorecommonsort，sheprovidedfortheyearsofwidowhoodbylettingfurnishedapartmentsforgentlemennearVauxhallBridgeRoadinasquareonceofsomesplendourandstillincludedinthedistrictofBelgravia。
Thistopographicalfactwasofsomeadvantageinadvertisingherrooms;
butthepatronsoftheworthywidowwerenotexactlyofthefashionablekind。Suchastheywere，herdaughterWinniehelpedtolookafterthem。
TracesoftheFrenchdescentwhichthewidowboastedofwereapparentinWinnie，too。Theywereapparentintheextremelyneatandartisticarrangementofherglossydarkhair。Winniehadalsoothercharms:heryouth;herfull，roundedform;herclearcomplexion;theprovocationofherunfathomablereserve，whichneverwentsofarastopreventconversation，carriedononthelodger’spartwithanimation，andonherswithanequableamiability。
ItmustbethatMrVerlocwassusceptibletothesefascinations。MrVerlocwasanintermittentpatron。Hecameandwentwithoutanyveryapparentreason。HegenerallyarrivedinLondon（liketheinfluenza）fromtheContinent，onlyhearrivedunheraldedbythepress;andhisvisitationssetinwithgreatseverity。Hebreakfastedinbed，andremainedwallowingtherewithanairofquietenjoymenttillnooneveryday—andsometimeseventoalaterhour。ButwhenhewentoutheseemedtoexperienceagreatdifficultyinfindinghiswaybacktohistemporaryhomeintheBelgraviansquare。
Heleftitlate，andreturnedtoitearly—asearlyasthreeorfourinthemorning;andonwakingupattenaddressedWinnie，bringinginthebreakfasttray，withjocular，exhaustedcivility，inthehoarse，failingtonesofamanwhohadbeentalkingvehementlyformanyhourstogether。
Hisprominent，heavy—liddedeyesrolledsidewaysamorouslyandlanguidly，thebedclotheswerepulleduptohischin，andhisdarksmoothmoustachecoveredhisthicklipscapableofmuchhoneyedbanter。
InWinnie’smother’sopinionMrVerlocwasaverynicegentleman。Fromherlife’sexperiencegatheredinvarious`businesshouses’thegoodwomanhadtakenintoherretirementanidealofgentlemanlinessasexhibitedbythepatronsofprivate—saloonbars。MrVerlocapproachedthatideal;
heattainedit，infact。
`Ofcourse，we’lltakeoveryourfurniture，mother，’Winniehadremarked。
Thelodging—housewastobegivenup。Itseemsitwouldnotanswertocarryiton。ItwouldhavebeentoomuchtroubleforMrVerloc。Itwouldnothavebeenconvenientforhisotherbusiness。Whathisbusinesswashedidnotsay;butafterhisengagementtoWinniehetookthetroubletogetupbeforenoon，anddescendingthebasementstairs，makehimselfpleasanttoWinnie’smotherinthebreakfast—roomdownstairswhereshehadhermotionlessbeing。Hestrokedthecat，pokedthefire，hadhislunchservedtohimthere。Heleftitsslightlystuffycosinesswithevidentreluctance，but，allthesame，remainedouttillthenightwasfaradvanced。
HeneverofferedtotakeWinnietotheatres，assuchanicegentlemanoughttohavedone。Hiseveningswereoccupied。Hisworkwasinawaypolitical，hetoldWinnieonce。Shewouldhave，hewarnedher，tobeverynicetohispoliticalfriends。Andwithherstraight，unfathomableglancesheansweredthatshewouldbeso，ofcourse。
HowmuchmorehetoldherastohisoccupationitwasimpossibleforWinnie’smothertodiscover。Themarriedcoupletookheroverwiththefurniture。Themeanaspectoftheshopsurprisedher。ThechangefromtheBelgraviansquaretothenarrowstreetinSohoaffectedherlegsadversely。
Theybecameofanenormoussize。Ontheotherhand，sheexperiencedacompleterelieffrommaterialcares。Herson—in—law’sheavygoodnatureinspiredherwithasenseofabsolutesafety。Herdaughter’sfuturewasobviouslyassured，andevenastohersonSteviesheneedhavenoanxiety。Shehadnotbeenabletoconcealfromherselfthathewasaterribleencumbrance，thatpoorStevie。ButinviewofWinnie’sfondnessforherdelicatebrother，andofMrVerloc’skindandgenerousdisposition，shefeltthatthepoorboywasprettysafeinthisroughworld。AndinherheartofheartsshewasnotperhapsdispleasedthattheVerlocshadnochildren。AsthatcircumstanceseemedperfectlyindifferenttoMrVerloc，andasWinniefoundanobjectofquasi—maternalaffectioninherbrother，perhapsthiswasjustaswellforpoorStevie。
Forhewasdifficulttodisposeof，thatboy。Hewasdelicateand，inafrailway，good—looking，too，exceptforthevacantdroopofhislowerlip。Underourexcellentsystemofcompulsoryeducationhehadlearnedtoreadandwrite，notwithstandingtheunfavourableaspectofthelowerlip。Butaserrand—boyhedidnotturnoutagreatsuccess。Heforgothismessages;hewaseasilydivertedfromthestraightpathofdutybytheattractionsofstraycatsanddogs，whichhefolloweddownnarrowalleysintounsavourycourts;bythecomediesofthestreets，whichhecontemplatedopen—mouthed，tothedetrimentofhisemployer’sinterests;orbythedramasoffallenhorses，whosepathosandviolenceinducedhimsometimestoshriekpiercinglyinacrowd，whichdislikedtobedisturbedbysoundsofdistressinitsquietenjoymentofthenationalspectacle。Whenledawaybyagraveandprotectingpoliceman，itwouldoftenbecomeapparentthatpoorSteviehadforgottenhisaddress—atleastforatime。Abrusquequestioncausedhimtostuttertothepointofsuffocation。Whenstartledbyanythingperplexingheusedtosquinthorribly。However，heneverhadanyfits（whichwasencouraging）;
andbeforethenaturaloutburstsofimpatienceonthepartofhisfatherbecouldalways，inhischildhood’sdays，runforprotectionbehindtheshortskirtsofhissisterWinnie。Ontheotherhand，hemighthavebeensuspectedofhidingafundofrecklessnaughtiness。Whenhehadreachedtheageoffourteenafriendofhislatefather，anagentforaforeignpreservedmilkfirm，havinggivenhimanopeningasoffice—boy，hewasdiscoveredonefoggyafternoon，inhischiefsabsence，busylettingofffireworksonthestaircase。Hetouchedoffinquicksuccessionasetoffiercerockets，angrycatherinewheels，loudlyexplodingsquibs—andthemattermighthaveturnedoutveryserious。Anawfulpanicspreadthroughthewholebuilding。Wild—eyed，chokingclerksstampededthroughthepassagesfullofsmoke;silkhatsandelderlybusinessmencouldbeseenrollingindependentlydownthestairs。Steviedidnotseemtoderiveanypersonalgratificationfromwhathehaddone。Hismotivesforthisstrokeoforiginalityweredifficulttodiscover。ItwasonlylateronthatWinnieobtainedfromhimamistyandconfusedconfession。Itseemsthattwootheroffice—boysinthebuildinghadworkeduponhisfeelingsbytalesofinjusticeandoppressiontilltheyhadwroughthiscompassiontothepitchofthatfrenzy。
Buthisfather’sfriend，ofcourse，dismissedhimsummarilyaslikelytoruinhisbusiness。AfterthataltruisticexploitSteviewasputtohelpwashthedishesinthebasementkitchen，andtoblackthebootsofthegentlemenpatronizingtheBelgravianmansion。Therewasobviouslynofutureinsuchwork。Thegentlementippedhimashillingnowandthen。MrVerlocshowedhimselfthemostgenerousoflodgers。Butaltogetherallthatdidnotamounttomucheitherinthewayofgainorprospects;sothatwhenWinnieannouncedherengagementtoMrVerlochermothercouldnothelpwondering，withasighandaglancetowardsthescullery，whatwouldbecomeofpoorStephennow。
ItappearedthatMrVerlocwasreadytotakehimovertogetherwithhiswife’smotherandwiththefurniture，whichwasthewholevisiblefortuneofthefamily。MrVerlocgatheredeverythingasitcametohisbroad，good—naturedbreast。Thefurniturewasdisposedtothebestadvantagealloverthehouse，butMrsVerloc’smotherwasconfinedtotwobackroomsonthefirstfloor。
ThelucklessSteviesleptinoneofthem。Bythistimeagrowthofthinfluffyhairhadcometoblur，likeagoldenmist，thesharplineofhissmalllowerjaw。Hehelpedhissisterwithblindloveanddocilityinherhouseholdduties。MrVerlocthoughtthatsomeoccupationwouldbegoodforhim。Hissparetimeheoccupiedbydrawingcircleswithcompassandpencilonapieceofpaper。Heappliedhimselftothatpastimewithgreatindustry，withhiselbowsspreadoutandbowedlowoverthekitchentable。
ThroughtheopendooroftheparlouratthebackoftheshopWinnie，hissister，glancedathimfromtimetotimewithmaternalvigilance。
