Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

Who passes by this Road so late?

Arthur Clennam had made his unavailing expedition to Calais in the
midst of a great pressure of business. A certain barbaric Power
with valuable possessions on the map of the world, had occasion for
the services of one or two engineers, quick in invention and
determined in execution: practical men, who could make the men and
means their ingenuity perceived to be wanted out of the best
materials they could find at hand; and who were as bold and fertile
in the adaptation of such materials to their purpose, as in the
conception of their purpose itself. This Power, being a barbaric
one, had no idea of stowing away a great national object in a
Circumlocution Office, as strong wine is hidden from the light in
a cellar until its fire and youth are gone, and the labourers who
worked in the vineyard and pressed the grapes are dust. With
characteristic ignorance, it acted on the most decided and
energetic notions of How to do it; and never showed the least
respect for, or gave any quarter to, the great political science,
How not to do it. Indeed it had a barbarous way of striking the
latter art and mystery dead, in the person of any enlightened
subject who practised it.

Accordingly, the men who were wanted were sought out and found;
which was in itself a most uncivilised and irregular way of
proceeding. Being found, they were treated with great confidence
and honour (which again showed dense political ignorance), and were
invited to come at once and do what they had to do. In short, they
were regarded as men who meant to do it, engaging with other men
who meant it to be done.

Daniel Doyce was one of the chosen. There was no foreseeing at
that time whether he would be absent months or years. The
preparations for his departure, and the conscientious arrangement
for him of all the details and results of their joint business, had
necessitated labour within a short compass of time, which had
occupied Clennam day and night. He had slipped across the water in
his first leisure, and had slipped as quickly back again for his
farewell interview with Doyce.

Him Arthur now showed, with pains and care, the state of their
gains and losses, responsibilities and prospects. Daniel went
through it all in his patient manner, and admired it all
exceedingly. He audited the accounts, as if they were a far more
ingenious piece of mechanism than he had ever constructed, and
afterwards stood looking at them, weighing his hat over his head by
the brims, as if he were absorbed in the contemplation of some
wonderful engine.

'It's all beautiful, Clennam, in its regularity and order. Nothing
can be plainer. Nothing can be better.'

'I am