TO THE LIGHTHOUSEAll of them bending themselves to listen thought,"Pray heaven that the inside of my mind may notbe exposed," for each thought, "The others are feel-ing this. They are outraged and indignant with thegovernment about the fishermen. Whereas, I feelnothing at all." But perhaps, thought Mr. Bankes,as he looked at Mr. Tansley, here is the man. Onewas always waiting for the man. There was alwaysa chance. At any moment the leader might arise;the man of genius, in politics as in anything else.Probably he will be extremely disagreeable to usold fogies, thought Mr. Bankes, doing his best tomake allowances, for he knew by some curiousphysical sensation, as of nerves erect in his spine,that he was jealous, for himself partly, partly moreprobably for his work, for his point of view, for hisscience; and therefore he was not entirely open-minded or altogether fair, for Mr. Tansley seemedto be saying, You have wasted your lives. You areall of you wrong. Poor old fogies, you’re hopelesslybehind the times. He seemed to be rather cocksure,this young man; and his manners were bad. ButMr. Bankes bade himself observe, he had courage;he had ability; he was extremely well up in thefacts. Probably, Mr. Bankes thought, as Tansleyabused the government, there is a good deal in whathe says.142
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