Chance

Chance

By Joseph Conrad.

Table of Contents

1. Titlepage
2. Imprint
3. Epigraph
4. Dedication
5. Author’s Note
6. Chance
   1. Part I: The Damsel
      1. I: Young Powell and His Chance
      2. II: The Fynes and the Girlfriend
      3. III: Thrift—and the Child
      4. IV: The Governess
      5. V: The Tea-Party
      6. VI: Flora
      7. VII: On the Pavement
   2. Part II: The Knight
      1. I: The Ferndale
      2. II: Young Powell Sees and Hears
      3. III: Devoted Servants—and the Light of a Flare
      4. IV: Anthony and Flora
      5. V: The Great de Barral
      6. VI: … a Moonless Night, Thick with Stars Above, Very Dark on the Water
7. Colophon
8. Uncopyright

Imprint

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Those that hold that all things are governed by Fortune had not erred, had they not persisted there.

Sir Thomas Browne

To
Sir Hugh Clifford, K.C.M.G.
whose steadfast friendship is responsible for the existence of these pages

Author’s Note

Chance is one of my novels that shortly after having been begun were laid aside for a few months. Starting impetuously like a sanguine oarsman setting forth in the early morning I came very soon to a fork in the stream and found it necessary to pause and reflect seriously upon the direction I would take. Either presented to me equal fascinations, at least on the surface, and for that very reason my hesitation extended over many days. I floated in the calm water of pleasant speculation, between the diverging currents or conflicting impulses, with an agreeable but perfectly irrational conviction that neither of those currents would take me to destruction. My sympathies being equally divided and the two forces being equal it is perfectly obvious that nothing but mere chance influenced my decision in the end. It is a mighty force that of mere chance; absolutely irresistible yet manifesting itself often in delicate forms such for instance as the charm, true or illusory, of a human being. It is very difficult to put one’s finger on the imponderable, but I may venture to say that it is Flora de Barral who is really responsible for this novel which relates, in fact, the story of her life.

At the crucial moment of my indecision Flora de Barral passed before me, but so swiftly that I failed at first to get hold of her. Though loth to give her up I didn’t see the way of pursuit clearly and was on the point of becoming discouraged when my natural liking for Captain Anthony came to my assistance. I said to myself that if that man was so determined to embrace a “wisp of mist” the best thing for me was to join him in that eminently practical and praiseworthy adventure. I simply followed Captain Anthony. Each of us was bent on capturing his own dream. The reader will be able to judge of our success.

Captain Anthony’s determination led him a long and roundabout course and that is why this book is a long book. That the course was of my own choosing I will not deny. A critic had remarked that if I had selected another method of composition and taken a little more trouble the tale could have been told in about two hundred pages. I confess I do not perceive exactly the bearings of such criticism or even the use of such a remark. No doubt that by selecting a certain method and taking great pains the whole story might have been written out on a cigarette paper. For that matter, the whole history of mankind could be written thus if only approached with sufficient detachment. The history of men on this earth since the beginning of ages may be resumed in one phrase of infinite poignancy: They were born, they suffered, they died.⁠ ⁠… Yet it is a great tale! But in the infinitely minute stories about men and women it is my lot on earth to narrate I am not capable of such detachment.

What makes this book memorable to me apart from the natural sentiment one has for one’s creation is the response it provoked. The general public responded largely, more largely perhaps than to any other book of mine, in the only way the general public can respond, that is by buying a certain number of copies. This gave me a considerable amount of pleasure, because what I always feared most was drifting unconsciously into the position of a writer for a limited coterie; a position which would have been odious to me as throwing a doubt on the soundness of my belief in the solidarity of all mankind in simple ideas and in sincere emotions. Regarded as a manifestation of criticism (for it would be outrageous to deny to the general