Can You Forgive Her? (63 page)

It was nearly the end of February when George Vavasor made his first payment to Mr Scruby on behalf of the coming election; and when he called at Mr Scruby’s office with this object, he received some intelligence which surprised him not a little. ‘You haven’t heard the news,’ said Scruby. ‘What news?’ said George.

‘The Marquis is as nearly off the hooks as a man can be.’ Mr Scruby,
as he communicated the tidings, showed clearly by his face and voice that they were supposed to be of very great importance; but Vavasor did not at first seem to be as much interested in the fate of ‘the Marquis’ as Scruby had intended.

‘I‘m very sorry for him,’ said George. ‘Who is the Marquis? There’ll be sure to come another, so it don’t much signify.’

‘There will come another, and that’s
just it It’s the Marquis of Bunratty; and if he drops, our young Member will go into the Upper House.’

‘What, immediately; before the end of the Session?’ George, of course, knew well enough that such would be the case, but the effect which this event would have upon himself now struck him suddenly.

‘To be sure,’ said Scruby. ‘The writ would be out immediately. I should be glad enough of it,
only that I know that Travers’s people have heard of it before us, and that they are ready to be up with their posters directly the breath is out of the Marquis’s body. We must go to work immediately; that’s all,’

‘It will only be for part of a Session’ said George.

‘Just so,’ said Mr Scruby.

‘And then there’ll be the cost of another election.’

That’s true,’ said Mr Scruby; ‘but in such cases
we do manage to make it come a little cheaper. If you lick Travers now, it may be that you’ll have a walk-over for the next’

‘Have you seen Grimes?’ asked George.

‘Yes, I have; the blackguard! He is going to open his house on Travers’s side. He came to me as bold as brass, and told me so, saying that he never liked gentlemen who kept him waiting for his odd money. What angers me is that he ever
got it’

‘We have not managed it very well, certainly,’ said Vavasor, looking nastily at the attorney.

‘We can’t help those little accidents, Mr Vavasor. There are worse accidents than that turn up almost daily in my business. You may think yourself almost lucky that I haven’t gone over to Travers myself. He is a Liberal, you know; and it hasn’t been for want of an offer, I can tell you.’

Vavasor
was inclined to doubt the extent of his luck in this respect, and was almost disposed to repent of his Parliamentary ambition. He would now be called upon to spend certainly not less than three thousand pounds of his cousin’s money on the chance of being able to sit in Parliament for a few months. And then, after what a fashion would he be compelled to negotiate that loan! He might, to be sure,
allow the remainder of this Session to run, and stand, as he had intended, at the general election; but he knew that if he now allowed a Liberal to win the seat, the holder of the seat would be almost sure of subsequent success. He must either fight now, or give up the fight altogether; and he was a man who did not love to abandon any contest in which he had been engaged

‘Well, Squire,’ said
Scruby, ‘how is it to be?’ And Vavasor felt that he detected in the man’s voice some diminution of that respect with which he had hitherto been treated as a paying candidate for a metropolitan borough.

This lord is not dead yet,’ said Vavasor.

‘No; he’s not dead yet, that we have heard; but it won’t do for us to wait. We want every minute of time that we can get. There isn’t any hope for him,
I‘m told. It’s gout in the stomach, or dropsy at the heart, or some of those things that make a fellow safe to go.’

‘It won’t do to wait for the next election?’

‘If you ask me, I should say certainly not Indeed, I shouldn’t wish to have to conduct it under such circumstances. I hate a fight when there’s no chance of success. I grudge spending a man’s money in such a case; I do indeed, Mr Vavasor.’

‘I suppose Grimes’s going over won’t make much difference?’

The blackguard! He’ll take a hundred and fifty votes, I suppose; perhaps more. But that is not much in such a constituency as the Chelsea districts. You see, Travers played mean at the last election, and that will be against him.’

‘But the Conservatives will have a candidate.’

There’s no knowing; but I don’t think they will. They’ll
try one at the general, no doubt; but if the two sitting Members can pull together, they won’t have much of a chance.’

Vavasor found himself compelled to say that he would stand; and Scruby undertook to give the initiatory orders at once, not waiting even till the Marquis should be dead. ‘We should have our houses open as soon as theirs,’ said he. ‘There’s a deal in that.’ So George Vavasor gave
his orders. ‘If the worst comes to the worst,’ he said to himself, ‘I can always cut my throat.’

As he walked from the attorney’s office to his club he bethought himself that that might not improbably be the necessary termination of his career. Everything was going wrong with him. His grandfather, who was eighty years of age, would not die, – appeared to have no symptoms of dying; – whereas this
Marquis, who was not yet much over fifty, was rushing headlong out of the world, simply because he was the one man whose continued life at the present moment would be serviceable to George Vavasor. As he thought of his grandfather he almost broke his umbrella by the vehemence with which he struck it against the pavement. What right could an ignorant old fool like that have to live for ever, keeping
the possession of a property which he could not use, and ruining those who were to come after him? If now, at this moment, that wretched place down in Westmoreland could become his, he might yet ride triumphantly over his difficulties, and refrain from sullying his hands with more of his cousin’s money till she should become his wife.

Even that thousand pounds had not passed through his hands
without giving him much bitter suffering. As is always the case in such matters, the thing done was worse than the doing of it. He had taught himself to look at it lightly whilst it was yet unaccomplished; but he could not think of it lightly now. Kate had been right. It would have been better for him to take her money. Any money would have been better than that upon which he had laid his sacrilegious
hands. If he could have cut a purse, after the old fashion, the stain of the deed would hardly have been so deep. In these days, – for more than a month, indeed, after his return from Westmoreland, – he did not go near Queen Anne Street, trying to persuade himself that he stayed away because of her coldness to him. But, in truth, he was afraid of seeing her without speaking of her money, and
afraid to see her if he were to speak of it.

‘You have seen the “Globe”
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?’ someone said to him as he entered the dub.

‘No, indeed; I have seen nothing.’

‘Bunratty died in Ireland this morning. I suppose you’ll be up for the Chelsea districts?’

P
ARLIAMENT
opened that year on the twelfth of February, and Mr Palliser was one of the first Members of the Lower House to take his seat. It had been generally asserted through the country, during the last week, that the existing Chancellor of the Exchequer had, so to say, ceased to exist as such; that though he still existed to the outer world, drawing his salary,
and doing routine work, – if a man so big can have any routine work to do, – he existed no longer in the inner world of the cabinet. He had differed, men said, with his friend and chief, the Prime Minister, as to the expediency of repealing what were left of the direct taxes
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of the country, and was prepared to launch himself into opposition with his small bodyguard of followers, with all his
energy and with all his venom.

There is something very pleasant in the close, bosom friendship, and bitter, uncompromising animosity, of these human gods, – of these human beings who would be gods were they not shorn so short of their divinity in that matter of immortality. If it were so arranged that the same persons were always friends, and the same persons were always enemies, as used to be
the case among the dear old heathen gods and goddesses; – if Parliament were an Olympus in which Juno and Venus never kissed, the thing would not be nearly so interesting. But in this Olympus partners are changed, the divine bosom, now rabid with hatred against some opposing deity, suddenly becomes replete with love towards its late enemy, and exciting changes occur which give to the whole thing
all the keen interest of a sensational novel. No doubt this is
greatly lessened for those who come too near the scene of action. Members of Parliament, and the friends of Members of Parliament, are apt to teach themselves that it means nothing; that Lord This does not hate Mr That, or think him a traitor to his country, or wish to crucify him; and that Sir John of the Treasury is not much in earnest
when he speaks of his noble friend at the ‘Foreign Office’ as a god to whom no other god was ever comparable in honesty, discretion, patriotism, and genius. But the outside Briton who takes a delight in politics, – and this description should include ninety-nine educated Englishmen out of every hundred, – should not be desirous of peeping behind the scenes. No beholder at any theatre should
do so. It is good to believe in these friendships and these enmities, and very pleasant to watch their changes. It is delightful when Oxford embraces Manchester
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, finding that it cannot live without support in that quarter; and very delightful when the uncompromising assailant of all men in power receives the legitimate reward of his energy by being taken in among the bosoms of the blessed.

But although the outer world was so sure that the existing Chancellor of the Exchequer had ceased to exist, when the House of Commons met that gentleman took his seat on the Treasury Bench. Mr Palliser, who had by no means given a general support to the Ministry in the last Session, took his seat on the same side of the House indeed, but low down, and near to the cross benches. Mr Bott sat close behind
him, and men knew that Mr Bott was a distinguished member of Mr Palliser’s party, whatever that party might be. Lord Cinquebars moved the Address, and I must confess that he did it very lamely. He was once accused by Mr Maxwell, the brewer, of making a great noise in the hunting-field. The accusation could not be repeated as to his performance on this occasion, as no one could hear a word that
he said. The Address was seconded by Mr Loftus Fitzhoward, a nephew of the Duke of St Bungay, who spoke as though he were resolved to trump poor Lord Cinquebars in every sentence which he pronounced, – as we so often hear the second clergyman from the Communion Table trumping his weary predecessor, who has just finished the Litany not in the clearest or most audible voice. Every word fell from Mr
Fitzhoward with the elaborate accuracy of a separate pistol-shot; and as he became pleased with himself in his progress, and warm with his work, he accented his words sharply, made rhetorical pauses, even moved his hands about in action, and quite disgusted his own party, who had been very well satisfied with Lord Cinquebars. There are many rocks which a young speaker in Parliament should avoid,
but no rock which requires such careful avoiding as the rock of eloquence. Whatever may be his faults, let him at least avoid eloquence. He should not be inaccurate, which, however, is not much; he should not be long-winded, which is a good deal; he should not be ill-tempered, which is more; but none of these faults are so damnable as eloquence. All Mr Fitzhoward’s friends and all his enemies knew
that he had had his chance, and that he had thrown it away.

In the Queen’s Speech there had been some very lukewarm allusion to remission of direct taxation. This remission, which had already been carried so far, should be carried further if such further carrying were found practicable. So had said the Queen. Those words, it was known, could not have been approved of by the energetic and still
existing Chancellor of the Exchequer. On this subject the mover of the Address said never a word, and the seconder only a word or two. What they had said had, of course, been laid down for them; though, unfortunately, the manner of saying could not be so easily prescribed. Then there arose a great enemy, a man fluent of diction, apparently with deep malice at his heart, though at home, – as we used
to say at school, – one of the most good-natured fellows in the world; one ambitious of that god ship which a seat on the other side of the House bestowed, and greedy to grasp at the chances which this disagreement in the councils of the gods might give him. He was quite content, he said, to vote for the Address, as, he believed, would be all the gentlemen on his side of the House. No one could
suspect them or him of giving a factious opposition to Government. Had they not borne and forborne beyond all precedent known in that House? Then he touched lightly, and almost with grace to his opponents, on many subjects, promising support, and barely hinting that they were totally and manifestly wrong in all things. But –. Then
the tone of his voice changed, and the well-known look of fury
was assumed upon his countenance. Then great Jove on the other side pulled his hat
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over his eyes, and smiled blandly. Then members put away the papers they had been reading for a moment, and men in the gallery began to listen. But – . The long and the short of it was this; that the existing Government had come into power on the cry of a reduction of taxation, and now they were going to shirk
the responsibility of their own measures. They were going to shirk the responsibility of their own election cry, although it was known that their own Chancellor of the Exchequer was prepared to carry it out to the full. He was willing to carry it out to the full were he not restrained by the timidity, falsehood, and treachery of his colleagues, of whom, of course, the most timid, the most false, and
the most treacherous was – the great god Jove, who sat blandly smiling on the other side.

No one should ever go near the House of Commons who wishes to enjoy all this. It was so manifestly evident that neither Jove nor any of his satellites cared two pence for what the irate gentleman was saying; nay, it became so evident that, in spite of his assumed fury, the gentleman was not irate. He intended
to communicate his look of anger to the newspaper reports of his speech; and he knew from experience that he could succeed in that. And men walked about the House in the most telling moments, – enemies shaking hands with enemies, – in a way that showed an entire absence of all good, honest hatred among them. But the gentleman went on and finished his speech, demanding at last, in direct terms,
that the Treasury Jove should state plainly to the House who was to be, and who was not to be, the bearer of the purse among the gods.