Brewer begs to know now, would it be fair to ask a professional man how — on — earth — these — people — ever — did — come — to — such — a — total smash?” (Brewer’s divisions being for emphasis.)
Lightwood replies that he was consulted certainly, but could give no opinion which would pay off the Bill of Sale, and therefore violates no confidence in supposing that it came of their living beyond their means.
“But how,” says Veneering, “CAN people do that!”
Hah! That is felt on all hands to be a shot in the bull’s eye. How CAN people do that! The Analytical Chemist going round with champagne, looks very much as if he could give them a pretty good idea how people did that, if he had a mind.
“How,” says Mrs. Veneering, laying down her fork to press her aquiline hands together at the tips of the fingers, and addressing the Father who travels the three thousand miles per week: “how a mother can look at her baby, and know that she lives beyond her husband’s means, I cannot imagine.”
Eugene suggests that Mrs. Lammle, not being a mother, had no baby to look at.
“True,” says Mrs. Veneering, “but the principle is the same.”
Boots is clear that the principle is the same. So is Buffer. It is the unfortunate destiny of Buffer to damage a cause by espousing it. The rest of the company have meekly yielded to the proposition that the principle is the same, until Buffer says it is; when instantly a general murmur arises that the principle is not the same.
“But I don’t understand,” says the Father of the three hundred and seventy-five thousand pounds, “ — if these people spoken of, occupied the position of being in society — they were in society?”
Veneering is bound to confess that they dined here, and were even married from here.
“Then I don’t understand,” pursues the Father, “how even their living beyond their means could bring them to what has been termed a total smash. Because, there is always such a thing as an adjustment of affairs, in the case of people of any standing at all.”
Eugene (who would seem to be in a gloomy state of suggestiveness), suggests, “Suppose you have no means and live beyond them?”
This is too insolvent a state of things for the Father to entertain. It is too insolvent a state of things for any one with any self-respect to entertain, and is universally scouted. But, it is so amazing how any people can have come to a total smash, that everybody feels bound to account for it specially. One of the Fathers says, “Gaming table.” Another of the Fathers says, “Speculated without knowing that speculation is a science.” Boots says “Horses.” Lady Tippins says to her fan, “Two establishments.” Mr. Podsnap, saying nothing, is referred to for his opinion; which he delivers as follows; much flushed and extremely angry:
“Don’t ask me. I desire to take no part in the discussion of these people’s affairs. I abhor the subject. It is an odious subject, an offensive subject, a subject that makes me sick, and I—” And with his favourite right-arm flourish which sweeps away everything and settles it for ever, Mr. Podsnap sweeps these inconveniently unexplainable wretches who have lived beyond their means and gone to total smash, off the face of the universe.
Eugene, leaning back in his chair, is observing Mr. Podsnap with an irreverent face, and may be about to offer a new suggestion, when the Analytical is beheld in collision with the Coachman; the Coachman manifesting a purpose of coming at the company with a silver salver, as though intent upon making a collection for his wife and family; the Analytical cutting him off at the sideboard. The superior stateliness,