The Man Who Did the Right Thing: A Romance — Text and Context

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Johnston, Harry, 1858-1927 Project Gutenberg 2014 Not confirmed
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An editorial note examining the structural shifts, recurring imagery of confinement and heat, and the movement between England and East Africa in Harry Johnston's 1921 romance, based on the opening chapters and author's preface.
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eshy, blunt-tipped; mouth wide, with his father’s long upper lip, on which were the beginnings of a flaxen moustache, with tame ends curling down to meet the upward growth of the young beard. He had an under lip that was merely a band of pink skin round the mouth, without an inward curve to break its union with the broad chin. His teeth were strong and white but irregular in setting, the canines being thrust out of position. His eyes were blue-grey, and not without a pleasant twinkle. The hair was too long for tidiness, not long enough for eccentric saintliness. It was a yellow brown and was continued down the cheeks in a silken beard from ear to ear, the tangled, unclipped, uncared-for beard of a young man who has never shaved. His fresh pink-and-white complexion was marred here and there with the pimples and blotches of adolescence. Lucy, however, thought him good to look at; he only wanted a little smartening up, which she promised herself to impart to him when they were married. He looked what he was: a good-hearted, simple-minded, unintellectual Englishman, an Anglo-Saxon, with a hearty appetite for plain food, a love of cricket, who would with little difficulty remain in all things chaste and sober; slow to wrath, but, if really pushed against the wall, able to show berserker rage.

Having taken up a religious career he had acquired a certain pomposity of manner which sat ill on his boyishness; he had to remember in intervals of games or country dances or flirtations that he had been set apart for the Lord’s work. But he would make an excellent husband. His class has furnished quite the best type of colonist abroad.

John gave his arm silently to Lucy, who took it with a gesture of affection, and patted it once or twice with her kid-gloved hand, which lover-like demonstrations John accepted rather solemnly. As they walked up the sunny main street there was little conversation between them, but when they turned down an old shady road running between red brick walls overgrown with ivy and Oxford weed, behind which rose the spire of St. Michael’s and the tall trees of its churchyard, their good behaviour relaxed and John looking down, and seeing Lucy’s fresh, pretty face looking up, and observing in a hasty glance around that nobody was in sight, bent down and kissed her: after which he looked rather silly and hurried on with great strides.

"Don’t walk so fast, John dear; you quite drag me along. We need not be in such a hurry. Tell me, how did you spend your last days in London?"

"Why, Wednesday I went to the outfitters to superintend the packing of my boxes; Thursday I bid good-bye to all my friends at the Bayswater College. In the evening there was a valedictory service at the Edgware Road Chapel, when Thomas, Bayley, Anderson and I were designated for the East African Mission. The next day, Friday, I went in the morning to see my boxes put safely on board the _Godavery_ lying in the Albert Docks; and I also chose my berth—I share a cabin with Anderson. Then in the afternoon there was a big public meeting at Plymouth Hall. Sir Powell Buckley was chairman, and Brentham, the African explorer, spoke, as well as a lot of others, and it ended with prayers and hymns. The Reverend Paul Barker, a very old African missionary, who was the first to enter Abeokuta, delivered the Blessing. Every one shook hands with us and bade us Godspeed.

"After this the three brethren designated for the Mission, and myself, of course, together with Brentham the explorer, Mr. Barker and a few others from the platform, adjourned to Sir Powell Buckley’s, where we had tea. Here we four new missionaries were introduced to old Mrs. Doland, that lady who, under God, has so liberally contributed to the support of the East African Mission.... And also to Captain Brentham, who has just returned from the East coast....

"I confess I didn’t like _him_ ... altogether.... In fact, I can’t _quite_ make out why he came and spoke at the meeting, for I could see at once by the way he stared about him during the hymns he was not one of us ... in heart. In his speech at Plymouth Hall he chiefly laid stress on the advantages gained by civilization when a country was opened up by missionaries, how we taught the people trades, and so on. There was no allusion to the inestimable boon to the natives in making known the Blessed Gospel and the promises in the Old Testament....

Harry Johnston's preface to The Man Who Did the Right Thing reveals a deliberate method: he conceived the story years earlier in Africa, then later, while swinging in a hammock under Swiss pines, he let his characters argue and act within the bounds of "Common Sense and Probability." This origin—between African experience and Alpine retreat—shapes the novel's restless geography. The narrative moves from an English chapel in June 1886 to the heat of Unguja (Zanzibar) and up-country stations, each shift marked by a change in sensory pressure: from close, hot interiors to open, threatening landscapes. The structure itself mirrors the protagonist Lucy's oscillation between duty and desire, as she is pulled between two men and two continents.

Opening in a Close Chapel

The novel begins not with a grand landscape but with a stifling interior: "The little chapel had been so close and hot during the morning service." This initial setting establishes a pattern of physical and emotional confinement. Lucy Josling, betrothed to John Baines, listens to his farewell sermon before his departure for Africa. The heat and closeness of the chapel become a metaphor for the pressures of expectation and the suffocation of choice. Johnston uses the chapel as a threshold: it is both a place of public commitment and a space where private doubt festers. The opening paragraph immediately signals that the story will be concerned with interiors—rooms, minds, relationships—that are under strain.

Recurring Images of Heat and Vermin

Once Lucy arrives in Unguja, the narrative becomes saturated with oppressive physical details. Her bedroom is described as "hot ... hot ... hot," with "dreadful insect swarms" and a mosquito net that offers the only refuge. Rats fall from rafters; scorpions lurk in floorboards; cockroaches attempt to breach the curtain. These recurring images of vermin and heat do more than evoke a setting—they externalize Lucy's internal state of guilt and paralysis. The bed, meant for rest, becomes a trap. The mosquito net, a symbol of fragile protection, sags under the weight of rats. Johnston's attention to these details creates a claustrophobic texture that contrasts sharply with the open landscapes of the Happy Valley sections later in the novel.

Movement Between England and Africa

The novel's structure is built on a series of journeys: from England to Unguja, then up-country, and later back to England and again to Africa. Each movement resets the social and emotional dynamics. The chapter titles—"The Voyage Out," "Letters To and Fro," "Back to the Happy Valley"—emphasize transit and correspondence as drivers of plot. Johnston uses letters as a device to bridge distances and to reveal characters' private thoughts. The movement is not merely geographical; it also shifts between public and private spheres. In England, Lucy dreads Lady Silchester's mockery; in Africa, she fears the judgment of the mission community. The constant travel underscores a restlessness that none of the characters can fully resolve.

Lucy's Interior Monologue and Self-Division

Johnston gives Lucy a layered inner voice. The excerpt shows her "upper consciousness" asserting that she must never see Roger again, while her "innermost intention" is to stay in Unguja hoping he will marry her. This split between what she tells herself and what she truly wants is rendered through a technique of self-address: "the 'speaking to one's self' (which we almost do sometimes aloud, as if to an audience)." The narrative follows her thoughts as they spiral from guilt to self-pity to memories of John's kindness and Roger's solicitude. The passage is punctuated by physical reactions—"choking sobs, hiccups, almost a loud wailing"—that break the flow of rationalization. Johnston uses this interior fragmentation to show a woman caught between moral obligation and desire, without offering easy judgment.

The Role of Minor Characters as Catalysts

Minor figures like Halima, the maid, and Mr. Callaway, the missionary, serve as mirrors and irritants. Halima's neglect—she is preoccupied with marrying a Goanese cook and converting to Roman Catholicism—highlights Lucy's isolation. Callaway, with his "harsh voice, and effluent piety, and bad table manners," repels Lucy even as he tries to help. These characters are not mere background; they actively shape Lucy's decisions by their presence or absence. Halima's selfishness forces Lucy to confront her own dependency; Callaway's well-meaning intrusions push her further into withdrawal. Johnston uses these secondary figures to create a social ecosystem in which every interaction carries weight, and no comfort is uncomplicated.

Readers attentive to structure will notice how Johnston balances long stretches of interior reflection with sudden, dramatic events—the attack on the station, the Boer War interlude—that punctuate the narrative. The novel's title, The Man Who Did the Right Thing, invites speculation about which character earns that description, but the excerpts suggest that the answer may be less straightforward than it seems. Pay attention to the moments when characters act against their own stated intentions; those are where the romance's moral complexity resides.

That rainy afternoon, the heat in Johnston’s pages felt almost unbearable, a sticky weight pressing against the story’s attempts at escape. The constant confinement made me long for air, for movement, for a different kind of restlessness. Afterwards, I found myself drifting toward Gray youth: The story of a very modern courtship and a very modern marriage — Inside the Classic, curious how another era handled its own trapped feelings.

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