Evan Harrington — Volume 2 — Context and Discussion
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That was his next grievance. He changed the pint of Madeira from his left side to his right, and went under his handkerchief again, feverishly. The world was severe with this old gentleman.
'Ah! clock wrong now!'
He leaned back like a man who can no longer carry his burdens, informing Jonathan, on his coming up to place the roll of bread and firm butter, that he was forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence, and he deserved to step into Eternity for outstripping Time.
'But, I daresay, you don't understand the importance of a minute,' said the old gentleman, bitterly. 'Not you, or any of you. Better if we had run a little ahead of your minute, perhaps--and the rest of you! Do you think you can cancel the mischief that's done in the world in that minute, sir, by hurrying ahead like that? Tell me !'
Rather at a loss, Jonathan scanned the clock seriously, and observed that it was not quite a minute too fast.
The old gentleman pulled out his watch. He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him; subsequently sinking into contemplation of his thumbs,--a sign known to Jonathan as indicative of the old gentleman's system having resolved, in spite of external outrages, to be fortified with calm to meet the repast.
It is not fair to go behind an eccentric; but the fact was, this old gentleman was slightly ashamed of his month's vagrancy and cruel conduct, and cloaked his behaviour toward the Aurora, in all the charges he could muster against it. He was very human, albeit an odd form of the race.
Happily for his digestion of Thursday, the cook, warned by Jonathan, kept the old gentleman's time, not the Aurora's: and the dinner was correct; the dinner was eaten in peace; he began to address his plate vigorously, poured out his Madeira, and chuckled, as the familiar ideas engendered by good wine were revived in him. Jonathan reported at the bar that the old gentleman was all right again.
One would like here to pause, while our worthy ancient feeds, and indulge in a short essay on Habit, to show what a sacred and admirable thing it is that makes flimsy Time substantial, and consolidates his triple life. It is proof that we have come to the end of dreams and Time's delusions, and are determined to sit down at Life's feast and carve for ourselves. Its day is the child of yesterday, and has a claim on to-morrow. Whereas those who have no such plan of existence and sum of their wisdom to show, the winds blow them as they list. Consider, then, mercifully the wrath of him on whom carelessness or forgetfulness has brought a snap in the links of Habit. You incline to scorn him because, his slippers misplaced, or asparagus not on his table the first day of a particular Spring month, he gazes blankly and sighs as one who saw the End. To you it may appear small. You call to him to be a man. He is: but he is also an immortal, and his confidence in unceasing orderly progression is rudely dashed.
But the old gentleman has finished his dinner and his Madeira, and says: 'Now, Jonathan, "thock" the Port!'--his joke when matters have gone well: meant to express the sound of the uncorking, probably. The habit of making good jokes is rare, as you know: old gentlemen have not yet attained to it: nevertheless Jonathan enjoys this one, which has seen a generation in and out, for he knows its purport to be, 'My heart is open.'
And now is a great time with this old gentleman. He sips, and in his eyes the world grows rosy, and he exchanges mute or monosyllable salutes here and there. His habit is to avoid converse; but he will let a light remark season meditation.
He says to Jonathan: 'The bill for the month.'
'Yes, sir,' Jonathan replies. 'Would you not prefer, sir, to have the items added on to the month ensuing?'
'I asked you for the bill of the month,' said the old gentleman, with an irritated voice and a twinkle in his eye.
Jonathan bowed; but his aspect betrayed perplexity, and that perplexity was soon shared by the landlady for Jonathan said, he was convinced the old gentleman intended to pay for sixteen days, and the landlady could not bring her hand to charge him for more than two. Here was the dilemma foreseen by the old gentleman, and it added vastly to the flavour of the Port.
Volume 2 of Evan Harrington opens with a detailed portrait of the Aurora tavern, a place defined by habit and ritual. The old gentleman who has dined there for twenty-seven years is suddenly absent, and the landlady, cook, and waiter mourn his loss through repeated gestures: keeping his corner vacant, setting out his pint of Madeira. Meredith builds the scene through small, precise observations—the old man's way of spreading his napkin, looking at the ceiling, chuckling to himself—creating a sense of absence that is almost tangible. This attention to routine and its disruption becomes a structural motif, as the novel repeatedly moves between settled interiors and the unpredictable encounters that occur when characters step outside them.
The Tavern as a Stage for Social Observation
The Aurora is not merely a setting but a microcosm of social order. Meredith describes it as one of those rare antiquated taverns that had sprung up in the great coffee days, when taverns were clubs. The regulars are known by their habits rather than their names; the old gentleman is defined by his precise rituals. When Evan and his friend Jack Raikes enter, they disrupt this order. The chairman of the supper party scrutinizes them, and the hostess reproaches Evan for bringing unexpected work. The tavern becomes a stage where class distinctions are performed: the cricketing young gentlemen burst in like frolicsome young bulls among sheep, while Raikes swells in histrionic response to being watched. Meredith uses the confined space to heighten social tensions, making every gesture and word carry weight.
Recurring Images of Ritual and Disruption
Throughout the excerpts, Meredith returns to images of ritualized behavior and its interruption. The old gentleman's absence is marked by the continued setting of his Madeira, a ceremony that persists despite the growing belief he will not return. When Evan and Raikes enter the inn, the chairman's laughter and the company's sudden movement at his command to 'Time!' show how easily order can be broken. The cricketers' arrival is another disruption, their singing and boisterousness contrasting with the yeomen's careful precedence. Even Raikes's attempt to order supper in French is a small ritual of pretension that fails. These recurring images of routine and rupture give the volume a rhythmic structure, as scenes of settled habit are repeatedly interrupted by new arrivals or unexpected events.
Movement Between Interior and Exterior Spaces
The narrative moves fluidly between the enclosed world of the tavern and the road outside. Evan is introduced as 'my gentleman on the road again,' and the chapter titles themselves—'My Gentleman on the Road Again,' 'Doings at an Inn'—emphasize travel and temporary stopping places. Inside the Aurora, the focus is on habit and stasis; outside, characters are in transit, their identities less fixed. The contrast is sharp: the old gentleman's twenty-seven years of routine versus Evan's uncertain journey. When Evan steps out to meet his friend, he moves from the inn's interior to the passage, a liminal space. This movement between inside and outside mirrors the social mobility that is a central concern of the novel, as characters cross boundaries of class and expectation.
The Role of Money and Social Performance
Money appears as a tangible marker of social standing and vulnerability. Evan, to silence the hostess, drops his 'constitutionally lean purse' into her hand, a gesture that reveals his limited resources. Later, he admits to Jack that his funds are reduced to the smallest of sums in shillings. The purse is a recurring image of Evan's precarious position. Meanwhile, Raikes performs wealth by suggesting French dishes he cannot afford, and the cricketers display their station through their confident bearing. The chairman's invitation to supper is a test of social grace, and Evan's eagerness to accept—'Gladly, sir'—shows his desire to belong. Meredith uses these small financial and performative details to expose the gap between appearance and reality, a theme that runs through the volume.
Readers attentive to structure will notice how Meredith builds each scene around a central object or gesture—the empty chair, the lean purse, the shouted 'Time!'—and then lets the action ripple outward. The movement between the tavern's interior and the road, between ritual and disruption, gives Volume 2 a distinctive rhythm. Pay attention to how characters enter and exit these spaces, and what they carry with them: a purse, a name, a performance. These details, rather than plot summaries, reveal the novel's craft.
Reading about the tavern scenes in this volume, where the old gentleman's eccentricity blurs class lines, I remembered evenings in my grandfather's noisy kitchen—how laughter leveled status among relatives. The Crisis — Volume 01 — A Reader’s Guide stirred that same warmth, its careful annotations feeling like someone pulling up a chair beside me in a familiar back room, quietly pointing out shadows I'd nearly missed.
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