Vivian Grey

Benjamin Disraeli

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Title: Vivian Grey
Author: The Earl of Beaconsfield
[AKA Benjamin Disraeli]
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The English Comédie Humaine
Second Series
VIVIAN GREY
BY THE EARL OF BEACONSFIELD
PUBLISHER'S NOTE.
As a novelist, Benjamin Disraeli belongs to the early part of the nineteenth century. "Vivian Grey" (1826-27) and "Sybil"
(1845) mark the beginning and the end of his truly creative period; for the two productions of his latest years, "Lothair"
(1870) and "Endymion" (1880), add nothing to the characteristics of his earlier volumes except the changes of feeling
and power which accompany old age. His period, thus, is that of Bulwer, Dickens, and Thackeray, and of the later years
of Sir Walter Scott—a fact which his prominence as a statesman during the last decade of his life, as well as the vogue
of "Lothair" and "Endymion," has tended to obscure. His style, his material, and his views of English character and life all
date from that earlier time. He was born in 1804 and died in 1881.Disraeli was barely twenty-one when he published "Vivian Grey," his first work of fiction; and the young author was at
once hailed as a master of his art by an almost unanimous press.
In this, as in his subsequent books, it was not so much Disraeli's notable skill as a novelist but rather his portrayal of the
social and political life of the day that made him one of the most popular writers of his generation, and earned for him a
lasting fame as a man of letters. In "Vivian Grey" is narrated the career of an ambitious young man of rank; and in this
story the brilliant author has preserved to us the exact tone of the English drawing-room, as he so well knew it, sketching
with sure and rapid strokes a whole portrait gallery of notables, disguised in name may be, but living characters
nevertheless, who charm us with their graceful manners and general air of being people of consequence. "Vivian Grey,"
then, though not a great novel is beyond question a marvelously true picture of the life and character of an interesting
period of English history and made notable because of Disraeli's fine imagination and vivid descriptive powers.LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Is there anything you want, sir?
He distinctly beheld Mrs. Felix Lorraine open a small silver box.
It was very slowly that the dark thought came over his mind.VIVIAN GREY
BOOK I
CHAPTER I
We are not aware that the infancy of Vivian Grey was distinguished by any extraordinary incident. The solicitude of the
most affectionate of mothers, and the care of the most attentive of nurses, did their best to injure an excellent constitution.
But Vivian was an only child, and these exertions were therefore excusable. For the first five years of his life, with his curly
locks and his fancy dress, he was the pride of his own and the envy of all neighbouring establishments; but, in process of
time, the spirit of boyism began to develop itself, and Vivian not only would brush his hair straight and rebel against his
nurse, but actually insisted upon being—breeched! At this crisis it was discovered that he had been spoiled, and it was
determined that he should be sent to school. Mr. Grey observed, also, that the child was nearly ten years old, and did not
know his alphabet, and Mrs. Grey remarked that he was getting ugly. The fate of Vivian was decided.
"I am told, my dear," observed Mrs. Grey, one day after dinner to her husband, "I am told, my dear, that Dr. Flummery's
would do very well for Vivian. Nothing can exceed the attention which is paid to the pupils. There are sixteen young
ladies, all the daughters of clergymen, merely to attend to the morals and the linen; terms moderate: 100 guineas per
annum, for all under six years of age, and few extras, only for fencing, pure milk, and the guitar. Mrs. Metcalfe has both
her boys there, and she says their progress is astonishing! Percy Metcalfe, she assures me, was quite as backward as
Vivian; indeed, backwarder; and so was Dudley, who was taught at home on the new system, by a pictorial alphabet, and
who persisted to the last, notwithstanding all the exertions of Miss Barrett, in spelling A-P-E, monkey, merely because
over the word there was a monster munching an apple."
"And quite right in the child, my dear. Pictorial alphabet! pictorial fool's head!"
"But what do you say to Flummery's, Horace?"
"My dear, do what you like. I never trouble myself, you know, about these matters;" and Mr. Grey refreshed himself, after
this domestic attack, with a glass of claret.
Mr. Grey was a gentleman who had succeeded, when the heat of youth was over, to the enjoyment of a life estate of
some two thousand a year. He was a man of lettered tastes, and had hailed with no slight pleasure his succession to a
fortune which, though limited in its duration, was still a great thing for a young lounger about town, not only with no
profession, but with a mind unfitted for every species of business. Grey, to the astonishment of his former friends, the
wits, made an excellent domestic match; and, leaving the whole management of his household to his lady, felt himself as
independent in his magnificent library as if he had never ceased to be that true freeman, A MAN OF CHAMBERS.
The young Vivian had not, by the cares which fathers are always heirs to, yet reminded his parent that children were
anything else but playthings. The intercourse between father and son was, of course, extremely limited; for Vivian was, as
yet, the mother's child; Mr. Grey's parental duties being confined to giving his son a daily glass of claret, pulling his ears
with all the awkwardness of literary affection, and trusting to God "that the urchin would never scribble."
"I won't go to school, mamma," bawled Vivian.
"But you must, my love," answered Mrs. Grey; "all good boys go to school;" and in the plenitude of a mother's love she
tried to make her offspring's hair curl.
"I won't have my hair curl, mamma; the boys will laugh at me," rebawled the beauty.
"Now who could have told the child that?" monologised mamma, with all a mamma's admiration.
"Charles Appleyard told me so; his hair curled, and the boys called him girl. Papa! give me some more claret; I won't go
to school."CHAPTER II
Three or four years passed over, and the mind of Vivian Grey astonishingly developed itself. He had long ceased to wear
frills, had broached the subject of boots three or four times, made a sad inroad during the holidays in Mr. Grey's bottle of
claret, and was reported as having once sworn at the butler. The young gentleman began also to hint, during every
vacation, that the fellows at Flummery's were somewhat too small for his companionship, and (first bud of puppyism!) the
former advocate of straight hair now expended a portion of his infant income in the purchase of Macassar, and began to
cultivate his curls. Mrs. Grey could not entertain for a moment the idea of her son's associating with children, the eldest of
whom (to adopt his own account) was not above eight years old; so Flummery, it was determined, he should leave. But
where to go? Mr. Grey was for Eton, but his lady was one of those women whom nothing in the world can persuade that a
public school is anything else but a place where boys are roasted alive; and so with tears, and taunts, and supplications,
the point of private education was conceded.
At length it was resolved that the only hope should remain at home a season, until some plan should be devised for the
cultivation of his promising understanding. During this year Vivian became a somewhat more constant intruder into the
library than heretofore; and living so much among books, he was insensibly attracted to those silent companions, that
speak so eloquently.
How far the character of the parent may influence the character of the child the metaphysician must decide. Certainly the
character of Vivian Grey underwent, at this period of his