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  • Peasant Wives by Anton Chekhov: Summary and Analysis

    Peasant Wives by Anton Chekhov: Summary and Analysis

    “I took him for my soul’s salvation” –  Matvey Savitch tells Drudya, in Chekhov’s Peasant Wives.

    You might read such a thing and your first guess would probably be that the character must be a highly conscientious person. 

    Aren’t you in for a surprise!

    Peasant Wives, is a short story by Anton Chekhov, that was first published way back in 1891, in an issue of Novoye Vremya. It was in Tolstoy’s favorite list and you will soon figure out why.

    Peasant Wives: Plot Summary and Analysis

    Set in the Russian village of Reybuzh, Peasant Wives is a story that revolves predominantly around the  character of Matsey Savitch, a trader, who comes to board at  the house of a man called Drudya, an elderly tyrant who has two sons, one called Fyodor who works and lives in the city, while his ailing wife Sofya lives with her in laws.

    Another son called Alyoshka, a drunkard hunchback, lives with a very young and beautiful wife Varvara.

    Travellers lodging at their house usually ask Varvara to serve them, as she is a ‘handsome woman, smart and buxom’.

    The women are basically treated as servants at the house. Drudya, who likes hearing stories from his lodgers, strikes a conversation with their guest, Matsey Savitch, enquiring if the little boy accompanying him that day was his son.

    He gets to know that the boy, Kuzka, is actually an orphan, which Matvey seems to have taken in for his soul’s salvation. He begins talking at length about his history.

    Turns out that, back in the day in his old village, he was infatuated with the neighbor’s wife called Mashenka, whose husband was away on military duty. He seemed to keep finding excuses to be in Mashenka’s company, fixing windows, counting the pigeons and what not.

    Not much time passed before he felt completely captivated by her beauty and declared his love for her.

    That day on, Matvey and Mashenka started living as man and wife. The infatuation that he felt for her, eventually wore off, as his mother lined up potential matches for him.

    Unsure of how to break the news to Mashenka, he kept postponing , until one day, Mashenka’s husband Vasya wrote him a letter that he was being discharged from military duty on account of him being ill.

    Mashenka vehemently opposed the idea of living with Vasya, as she was now in love with Matvey and wanted to be with no one else with him. Matvey, tries to instill fear of God in her by quoting scriptures and emphasising the magnanimity of the sins they committed but Mashenka was not the one to hear.

    The husband came back soon, visibly happy at being reunited with the family.

    The happiness didn’t last long, as Mashenka couldn’t stand the company of her husband. Frequent scenes of Mashenka begging Matvey to take her back finally got to Vasya and he beat her up badly.

    Soon after, Vasya died of something like Cholera, but it was later revealed that the guy was poisoned. Mashenka and Kuzka were taken away and imprisoned. Mashenka died soon after and Kuzka was sent home.

    Matvey took him in , because ‘although he was a convict’s child, he was still a Christian’

    Matevy and the old man later retire to bed. 

    Later that night, Varvara returns home after laying with the priest’s son and confesses in front of Sofya, without a shred of guilt.

    Although considering that a sin, Sofya feels a bit sorry for herself that she didn’t try those adventures herself when she was young. They soon find themselves discussing Matvey’s story and ruminate on their own terrible lives. Varvara even suggests that they poison Drudya and Alyoshka to free themselves.

    Although dazed by such a statement because of God’s wrath that it could invoke, Sofya still finds herself wondering about it before drifting off to sleep.

    The next morning Matvey Satvitch settles his account and he and the boy leave.

    Peasant Wives: Review and My Thoughts

    I absolutely loved the story mostly because I hated it too much, I was filled with disgust at Matvey Savitch, pity for Mashenka, hatred for Drudya, hopelessness for Sofya and Kuzka, well, I don’t think I can put in words what I felt for the poor boy.

    Not that Chekhov ever disappoints with any of his stories, but this was particularly haunting. Characters, however small their parts were, they all spoke.

    Some Notable Quotes from Peasant Wives

    As always Chekhov displays his astute writing skills, a good picture of peasant mentality is it not?

    His elder son, Fyodor, is head engineer in the factory, and, as the peasants say of him, he has risen so high in the world that he is quite out of reach now.

    Look at the variety of takes on role of women in the society

    The house was left without a woman to look after it, and that’s for all the world like a man without an eye.

    You are a Christian woman and have read the scriptures, What is written there? Once married, with her husband she must live.

    From the womankind comes much evil in the world and every kind of abomination, Not we sinners only, saints have been led astray by them.

    A year had not passed when the Evil one, the enemy of all mankind, confounded me.

    Live like a dog and you must die a dog’s death.

    Now with the opening sentence , you might be confused into believing that a woman, being a man’s eye(extremely important), would be afforded respect. 

    Prepare to be mistaken! 

    Drudya’s wives and daughters in law are no more than servants to him. And Matvey doesn’t seem any different in that regard either, so the emotion ranges far and beyond Drudya’s village.

    This is actually a society wide norm. You are a good Christian woman only if you stick with your spouse regardless of how he treats you. You ,of course, can’t have a mind of your own, and God forbid, should you ever speak your mind. Oh how that makes me puke!

    But If I actually had to choose someone from this story to reward them with the ‘Absolute hypocrite’ badge of honor, it would be Matvey Satvitch hands down. The guy single handed ruined a family – seducing a woman, and then growing un-enamored with her at the prospect of a match his mother was finding for him – and had the audacity of calling her a sinner.

    As if that isn’t enough, he is implying that he was being a good Christian by taking in the son of a convict for his soul’s salvation.

    No; adopted. An orphan. I took him for my soul’s salvation.

    There is no salvation for you Mister Savitch.

    All hope is not lost though, women although treated without any respect still haven’t lost their humanity. Looking at the poor orphan boy, Sofya’s maternal instincts kick in.

    “The little orphan is asleep. He is thin and frail, nothing but bones. No mother and noone to care for him properly”

    “Doesn’t remember his mother I suppose.. How could he remember.. And big tears began dropping from Sofya’s eyes”

    Dreary as this story is, all hope is not lost for humanity.

    Peasant Wives is, in many respects, a thematic prototype for many of Chekhov’s later stories which depict the cruel treatment of women among the peasants and the lower middle classes. 

    You might be surprised to know that this highly remarkable story was banned from both the school and public libraries. Dmitry Averkiyev, the erstwhile committee member of the Ministry of Education deemed it unfit  for such distribution saying “The story is well written, but its moral foundations are too shaky for it to be considered fit for public libraries.”

    Looking into the mirror is painful for our societies.

    Thank you Chekhov for reminding us just that.

  • The Witch by Anton Chekhov: Summary and Review

    The Witch by Anton Chekhov: Summary and Review

    “A witch is a witch” – Savely, the Sexton says to his wife Raissa, in Chekhov’s ‘The Witch’.

    Husband calling the wife a witch, is nothing we haven’t heard before. What’s new and refreshing, is a little Chekhov spin on it.

    “The Witch” (Vedma) was first published in March 1886 in Novoye Vremya (Issue No. 3600). It made its way into the 1887 collection titled In Twilight, and was later reproduced, unchanged, in numerous subsequent editions.

    The Witch: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story revolves a woman named Raissa Nilovna, who is married to a sextant, Savely Gykin. It’s made apparent in the beginning that there is no love in the marriage. There seems to be a storm raging outside, and judging by the audible ruckus, it is a huge one.

    Savely is quick to assume that nature’s destruction is pointed towards a specific person, and that his wife has played a huge role in bringing it about.

    Raissa is a beautiful young woman. She seems distracted, while continuing to mechanically do her chores, completely indifferent to the presence of her husband.

    Savely is convinced that his wife is a witch, that she has the power to conjure up storms and natural disasters which always result in young handsome men requesting a refuge at their home. He argues with her, while she logically denies all his claims.

    No sooner are they are done arguing, they hear a loud knock at the door .Lo and behold! A handsome postman who seems to have had lost his way in the storm is standing at their doorstep with a carriage driver in tow.

    Savely, cursing his wife under his breath, ignores the guest’s presence and goes back to bed, While Raissa blushes in the presence of the young postman. Savely can’t seem to ignore the man’s presence for long, still thinking of his witch wife’s malicious ploy.

    He glances at his wife and finding her staring at the man, gets up from the bed and tries to cover the man’s face with the handkerchief to stop her from staring at him.

    After all his efforts to stop her failed, he starts to wake the man from his sleep against Raissa’s requests to let the man stay and have some rest, He even offered to help carry the bags and show them the way so they leave their house pronto.

    The postman, still quite sleepy and dazed, finding himself incredibly intoxicated with Raissa’s youth and beauty, the post man’s desire for her overpowers him. However, before he could do anything, he is told that the carriage is ready to go.

    The postman, the carriage driver and Savely leave shortly and Raissa finds herself alone in the house. The sight of Savely’s unkempt bed repels her to the core, so much so that, she is ready to tear it to shreds but decides against it.

    A couple of hours later, Savely returns and finds Raissa undressed and lying on the bed. Although having initially thought that he wouldn’t be touching her that day, he finds the idea of taunting her simply irresistible. Raissa retorts but soon starts sobbing at her misfortune of having Savely as her husband.

    She finally calms down while the storm continues to rage outside. Savely tries to caress her neck boldly, a response to which is a hard punch on his nose by his wife.

    The Witch: Review and My Thoughts

    Sounds like a really loveless marriage, right?

    What’s so special about it? You might wonder.

    After all, it is nothing that you have not seen before, in some or the other form at least.

    But this is no ordinary story. At least not to me.

    Let’s start with Chekhov’s poetic expressions, some of them are downright swoonworthy, to say the least.

    “So a beautiful fountain expresses nothing when it is not playing”- Chekhov beautifully portrays the mood and the atmospherics around her protagonist’s hopeless and loveless life as she has “No desire, no joy, no grief”. Nothing was expressed by her handsome face with its turned-up nose and its dimples”.

    Look at his other vivid portrayals of scenes that normally, couldn’t be more mundane, Chekhov’s very special magic dust everyone!

    “And the wind staggered like a drunkard,it would not let the snow settle on the ground, and it whirled it around in darkness at random.

    “..jingling monotone like the shrill note of a gnat when it wants to settle on one’s cheek and is angry at being prevented”

     There is obviously no love in the marriage, how can there be? The husband is convinced of his wife’s witchery and the wife is disgusted by the man’s existence. When the wife comes right out and says:

    “How miserable I am! If it weren’t for you, I might have married a merchant or some gentleman! If it weren’t for you, I should love my husband now! And you haven’t been buried in the snow, you haven’t been frozen on the highroad, you Herod!”

    That statement followed by a hard elbow kick on the husband’s nose, hard enough for him to see the stars. There is not much room for doubt about the complete lack of love or empathy, Is there?

    And then there is Savely’s steadfast belief that his wife is a certified witch. He is so convinced of it, that instead of being disgusted by his foolhardiness, you would start laughing at the comicality of it all.

    Consider this –

     “Oh the madness! If you really are a human being and not a witch, you ought to think what if he is not the mechanic, or the clerk, or the huntsman, but the devil in their form, You’d better think of that”

    “..Grin away! Whether it is your doing or not, I only know that when your blood is on fire there is sure to be bad weather, and when there is bad weather, there is bound to be some crazy fellow showing up here. It happens so every time! So it must be you!”

    “I know that it’s all your doing, you she-devil! Your doing, damn you! This snowstorm and the post going wrong. You have done it all- you!”

    With such sombre themes underpinning the story, humor would be the last thing  that you would expect Chekhov to come up with. That’s where you would go wrong probably. Of all the things I like about the story, the husband-wife bickering comes right on top! Here is a quick glimpse

    Savely : The postman is lost in the storm. I know!.. Do you Suppose I don’t?

    Raissa(eyes fixed on the window, looking for the lost postman) : What do you know?

    Savely: I know it is all your doing, you she-devil!

    Raissa(smiling) : Here’s a fool! Why do you suppose, you thick-head, that I make the storm?

    Savely: H’m grin away! I only know that when your blood is on fire, there is sure to be bad weather, there’s bound to be a crazy fellow turning up here. It happens so every time! So it must be you!

    Although having gone to bed, set on ignoring his women’s mischiefs and the postman, Savely kept peeking to see what his wife was up to, Upon seeing that she was continually gazing at the handsome young man, he couldn’t stay in the bed anymore and rushed to cover his face with the handkerchief.

    The sexton cleared his throat, crawled down on his stomach off the bed and put a handkerchief over his face.

    “What’s that for?” asked his wife

    “To keep the light out of his eyes”

    “Then put out the light!”

    Just about to put out the light, he abruptly stops himself and remarks

    “Isn’t that devilish cunning? Ah! Is there any creature slyer than womenkind?”

    Unable to control his wife, he directs his attention on the postman instead.

    “Hey, your honor, if you must go, go; sleeping won’t do”

    “You, driver. What’s your name? Shall I show you the way? Get up; postmen mustn’t sleep!”

    When are you going? That’s what the post is for – to get there in good time, do you hear? I’ll take you.

    He even steps out in the God foresaken storm to rid them of the postman and the driver’s company. Interesting things insecure husbands do, no? Nothing unbelievable about that.

    There are so many shades of human emotions in this delightful short story by Chekhov. I simply love it.

    According to Chekhov’s 28 March 1886 letter to Dmitry Grigorovich, he wrote “The Witch” in a day.

    One day, huh? I can’t say that I am surprised, given Chekhov’s genius. Can’t believe the story is  a century and some decades old now.

    Written to last, they say.

  • No Act of Kindness, No Matter How Small, is Ever Wasted: Aesop

    No Act of Kindness, No Matter How Small, is Ever Wasted: Aesop

    Growing up, Aesop’s fables were my constant companion- in and out of school. The very first illustrated copy that I owned was an abridged version for kids that contained a dozen short stories.

    The Hare and the Tortoise, Crow and the Pitcher, Bell and the cat were some of the predominant few that are probably commonly known childhood staples.

    Now these were no ordinary tales, although they would definitely seem so on the surface. Every story however small it was, would come with a moral, our teacher invariably asking after reading us a story, “So kids, what did we learn from this?”

    The Hare and the tortoise teaches us that slow and steady wins the race, Crow and the Pitcher instills a sense of entrepreneurship and Bell and the cat focuses on devising ideas that are actually actionable.

    The little kid brain of my mine would come alive with the chatter of those characters Aesop created, and as years passed by, all of these animals started becoming more and more human.

    A classmate that just played and didn’t study became the grasshopper from the “Ants and the Grasshopper”, a very intelligent but lazy friend who was never a top 5 in the class became the hare from the “The Hare and the Tortoise” and the enterprising kid from a disadvantaged family became the Crow in the “Crow and the Pitcher”.

    The lines between the stories and life became quite blurred. Needless to say his words were a huge influence on me growing up.

    One story of his, which I have realized I have grown fonder(?) of, over the years is that of the Lion and the mouse. Let me quickly recap it for here for if you have never had the chance to read it or memory betrays you at this point. So, here goes:

    There was a forest in which lived a lion and a mouse. The mouse accidentally ran over the Lion’s nose, which awoke the lion from his nap. The lion, visibly agitated, was about to kill the mouse when she begged him for mercy promising to help him in the future.

    The lion, although amused by this offer, was generous enough to let her go. Some time passed, and one day, the lion was captured by the hunters and was roaring as he was trying to let himself free of the nets. The mouse, upon hearing and recognizing Lion’s voice, comes to the rescue, nibbles on the ropes of the net and sets him free, ultimately making good on his promise.

    Every time I am done reading an Aesop fable, I still hear my Primary school teacher’s voice in my head. “So what’s the moral of story kids?”

    Pretty simple and straightforward. Isn’t it?

    No act of Kindness is ever wasted. But let me atrociously paraphrase it – BE KIND.

    Given the situation all of us find ourselves in, with a virus bringing the world to an unanticipated grinding halt, I can’t stop myself from saying that doing that is more important now than ever.

    It is so heart breaking to see stories of mass unemployment and people hardly being able to make ends meet.

    But then I also see people stepping up and helping out – sometimes by funding campaigns to save local restaurants, sometimes, tipping a restaurant 200 times their check, there is even a group of young professionals in the apartment building that I live in – which volunteers to do the grocery run to help out the elderly so they help them avoid the risk of infection.

    The full bins earmarked for food donation at the local grocery stores, make me hopeful.

    The other day when I was out for a walk, I noticed a poster stapled to one of the pillars by the road side that said “A smile doesn’t cost you anything, but can make someone’s day”. Couldn’t agree more, having been on the receiving end of such kindness on so many occasions.

    There is a colleague at the office, whom I have seen taking the kindness mantra to heart. She has a sticky note on her desktop that says:

    BE KIND

    BE KIND

    BE KIND

    BE KIND

    BE KIND

    (in bold letters, very hard to miss)

    I just couldn’t help myself and ended up asking her, why so many times? And what unkind thing do you do anyway? (She is a really pleasant woman, you would love talking to, by the way) and she tells me this.

    “When in conversations with people, I try to ‘really’ listen when they are speaking,

    I try to make eye contact and smile every now and then.

    Don’t think of me as Mother Teresa or anything, just that I hope that they extend the same courtesy to me when their turn comes”

    This may sound selfish on the surface, but that’s one selfish thing that wouldn’t harm anyone in the world. Or would it?

    Definitely not – Aesop agrees.

  • The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Gilman: Summary and Review

    The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Gilman: Summary and Review

    Imagine a room.

    Now imagine living there for a long time without having anything to do. For those of you who are millennials – Imagine a world without phones or any electronic devices.

    If you are one of those very social people – your knee-jerk reaction would be, “No way in hell am I going to do that!”

    But say, you have no choice and you just have to – how long before you think you are going to start imagining things?

    Enter Yellow WallPaper!

    The Yellow Wallpaper is a short story by the American writer Charlotte Gilman, first published in New England Magazine in the late 19th century.

    The story, written as a series of diary entries, captures social perceptions and attitudes toward the mental and physical health of women at that time, and is widely regarded as one of the early feminist literary works, inspiring literary heavyweights such as Sylvia Plath and Alice Walker.

    The story revolves around a woman – a young mother suffering from postpartum depression, and her relationship with her husband. Known for her recent hysterical proclivities following the birth of her son, her doctor husband believes it best for her to be removed from an active social scene in order to calm her nerves.

    The woman finds the house generally strange, but cannot help noticing the strange wallpaper in the nursery, which has been removed in places. She is disgusted by patterns that the botched wallpaper creates in the room and experiences various emotional reactions to it over the course of time.

    The second diary entry describes her feeling of failure and the threat of depression, that she felt that she could not function as well as she was expected to.

    It is soon revealed through her diary entries that it was not the first occasion that she had let the inanimate objects get better of her- as a child she had been terrified and entertained by things as plain as blank walls, door knobs and chairs.

    She was obsessed with the wallpaper – the color, the shapes, the pattern – all of that. So much so that most of her waking hours and even the hours she was half asleep, were spent thinking about it.

    Her fixation with the wallpaper introduced the much needed excitement in her life. She ate better and was quieter. Her husband even mistook it to be her recovery inspite of the wallpaper, rather than because of it.

    Now I know from the beginning that it is not your typical horror story, but the devil is in the details. The more I read it, the more spooky it got.

    Here is the seemingly normal woman who expresses her reservations about a beautiful house being offered cheaply because it is a sign of something fishy:

    I will proudly declare that there is something wrong with it. Else why would it be let so cheaply? And Why would it have stood so long untenanted?

    Here is the same woman transforming suddenly to a wife and a mother..

    John laughs at me of course, but one expects that in marriage.

    I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that John kept me here after all, I can stand it so much easier than a baby you see.

    Of course, I don’t mention it to them anymore – I am too wise – but I keep a watch of it all the same.

    Could be any random married woman you know, right?

    And..

    There is one comfort , the baby is well and happy, and does not have to occupy the nursery with a horrid wallpaper.

    Could be any doting mother that dearly loves her child?

    It would be a next door mom/wife had it ended there but No.

    The same woman also thinks to herself –

    Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be. You see I have something more to expect, to look forward to, to watch. I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was.

    You can sense that the woman feels empty and craves any sort of drive in her life, this is when she jumps head first into her pattern hunt, finding that invigorating rather than being creeped out by it like she was before.

    Her obsession with the inanimate also accelerates her paranoia.

    He asked me all sorts of questions and pretended to be very loving and kind.

    As if I could not see through him!

    Which ultimately drives her to insanity

    I am getting angry enough to do something desperate. To jump out of the window would be an admirable exercise, but the bars are too high to try.

    You will see that clues of her illness are scattered all across the story

    I cry at nothing, I cry most of the times.

    It is great effort for me to think straight,.. nervous weakness I suppose.

    Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able, – to dress, to entertain , to order things.

    Her husband seems to be a reasonable, loving and caring person, but she does not seem to feel heard by him and feels trapped in her life, which is why she wants the woman to flee from the wallpaper. In her mind, she is doing that imaginary creature, a service. A service noone she knows is ready to do for her. To set her free.

    Gilman’s haunting portrayal has come to life in many film adaptations, and for good reason.

    The story being as old as it is, makes me realize something: society’s attitudes to mental health issues have barely changed in the last century.

    They were taboo then.

    They are taboo now. .

    Are we really free?

  • The Model Millionaire by Oscar Wilde: Summary and Review

    The Model Millionaire by Oscar Wilde: Summary and Review

    Has it ever happened to you that you tipped someone you shouldn’t have tipped in the first place, or that you asked a saleswoman for help who you thought was one, but was actually a shopper like you?

    Do you remember the look on their faces when you did that? It’s likely that they stared at you for a whole minute before they went their way, or were they one of those rare quiet angels who just shot you a broad smile and apologized for confusing you.

    I am sorry to I made you go down the memory lane, but I promise that you’ll soon know why.

    Without further ado Ado, Here is the model millionaire of Oscar Wilde for you.

    The Model Millionaire: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story begins with an introduction to Hugh Erskine, affectionately known as Hughes. This guy is so charming that he could pull your socks off, but otherwise he is not very remarkable – neither intellectually nor financially.

    He lives on an annual allowance of two hundred pounds from his aunt. He was in love with a beautiful woman named Laura Merton and wanted to marry her.

    Laura’s father – a retired colonel, though he loved Hughes very much – would not hear of an engagement until he had ten thousand pounds.

    One day, on his way to the Mertons, he stopped to see his friend, a rather strange-looking fellow, but a brilliant painter. His paintings were very much in demand.

    Alan was busy painting a beggar when Hughie came into the studio.

    Hughie instantly expressed his amazement upon seeing the model but felt really sad for the beggar right after. He asked Alan if a model could make good money for a sitting, and was disappointed with Alan’s answer.

    Upon receiving a message that the framemaker had come to see Alan, he quickly excused himself asking Hughie not to go away. The beggar model took this opportunity to get himself some rest. He looked so forlorn that Hughie’s heart filled with pity.

    He searched in his pocket, found some money and thought the beggar needed it more than him, quickly went to him and put it in the beggar’s hands. He had to walk home because of this extravagance.

    Later that evening he met Alan in a club. He learned that the model had expressed great interest in learning more about Hughes and Laura.

    Overcome with pity, he asked Alan if it was okay to give the beggar his old clothes. Alan laughed out loud and told Hughes that the beggar was actually Baron Hausberg, who was one of the richest men in Europe and had to come to Alan to make his own portrait.

    Hughes was very embarrassed by the revelation and left shortly afterwards, leaving Alan in fits of laughter.

    The next day Baron Hausberg sent a messenger to Hughes. Hughes was convinced that this visit was meant for him to apologize to Baron for this terrible mistake the other day.

    Instead, the messenger brought him a sealed envelope.

    One with a check for £10,000 in it.

    On the outside was this message:

    “A wedding present to Hugh Erskine and Laura Merton, from an old beggar.”

    The Model Millionaire: Review and Quotes

    Cute little story, right?

    The story – as simple as it might seem, has one profound lesson- one that you have heard way too often:

    Do not judge a book by its cover.

    We see a pretty person and we instantly conclude them to be a certain personality (after going past the drooling-over-them stage of course). This story makes you question that.

    There are gems lying all around this beautiful story, here are a few that I particularly liked –  

    1 – Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow. Romance is the privilege of the rich and not the profession of the unemployed. The poor should be practical and prosaic.

    2 – It is better to have a permanent income than be fascinating

    Do you remember the book and its cover? Our films and television keep drilling this wisdom into our heads, don’t they?

    How often is the millionaire picked up by the charming boy?

    For many people, the idea of romance is the perfect holiday in an exotic place, a date in a fancy restaurant, parties in exclusive clubs and the like. Oscar Wilde was quite spot on with his observation back then.

    You can’t help but root for Hughes when he shows compassion for the beggar – admittedly he had no fortune or much intellectual capital, but his heart was in the right place.

    3 – Poor old chap, how miserable he looks ,But I suppose, to you painters, his face is his fortune?

    You artists are a heartless lot.

    Compassion and good looks – our Laura Merton hit a jackpot!

    4 – The old beggar as you call him is one of the richest men in Europe. He could buy all of London tomorrow without overdrawing his account. 

    That sudden twist when the beggar turned out to be a millionaire was an awakening jolt.

    The way his richness has been described brought back flashes of The Dark Knight, where Bruce Wayne accidentally walks upon Harvey Dent and his date at a fancy hotel. 

    A scene from The Dark Knight

    When they were married, Alan Trevor was the best man and the Baron made a speech at a Wedding Breakfast.

    Giving the beggar his souvenir prompted Hughes to go home that night, but the next mention of the beggar elicited nothing but sympathy from him. He also offered to give him his old clothes. He tried to help the old man in every way possible.

    One thing readily apparent from this is Hughie’s big heart but the other not so plainly seen is that one of the richest men in Europe did not take offence at being given alms. This is what an ideal world would look like.

    A world where the rich are not servants of their ego and the attractive people still have their hearts in the right place.

    Millionaire Models are rare enough, but, by jove, model millionaires are rarer still.