"There is a hitch," said Dick, pithily, when Randal joined him in the oak
copse at ten o'clock. "Life is full of hitches."
RANDAL.--"The art of life is to smooth them away. What hitch is this, my
dear Avenel?"
DICK.--"Leonard has taken huff at certain expressions of Lord
L'Estrange's at the nomination to-day, and talks of retiring from the
contest."
RANDAL (with secret glee).--"But his resignation would smooth a hitch,
--not create one. The votes promised to him would thus be freed, and go
to--"
DICK.--"The Right Honourable Red-Tapist!"
RANDAL.--"Are you serious?"
DICK.--"As an undertaker! The fact is, there are two parties among the
Yellows as there are in the Church,--High Yellow and Low Yellow. Leonard
has made great way with the High Yellows, and has more influence with
them than I; and the High Yellows infinitely preferred Egerton to
yourself. They say, 'Politics apart, he would be an honour to the
borough.' Leonard is of the same opinion; and if he retires, I don't
think I could coax either him or the Highflyers to make you any the
better by his resignation."
RANDAL.--"But surely your nephew's sense of gratitude to you would induce
him not to go against your wishes?"
DICK.--"Unluckily, the gratitude is all the other way. It is I who am
under obligations to him,--not he to me. As for Lord L'Estrange, I can't
make head or tail of his real intentions; and why he should have attacked
Leonard in that way puzzles me more than all, for he wished Leonard to
stand; and Levy has privately informed me that, in spite of my Lord's
friendship for the Right Honourable, you are the man he desires to
secure."
RANDAL.--"He has certainly shown that desire throughout the whole
canvass."
DICK.--"I suspect that the borough-mongers have got a seat for Egerton
elsewhere; or, perhaps, should his party come in again, he is to be
pitchforked into the Upper House."
RANDAL (smiling).--"Ah, Avenel, you are so shrewd; you see through
everything. I will also add that Egerton wants some short respite from
public life, in order to nurse his health and attend to his affairs,
otherwise I could not even contemplate the chance of the electors
preferring me to him, without a pang."
DICK.--"Pang! stuff--considerable. The oak-trees don't hear us! You
want to come into parliament, and no mistake. If I am the man to
retire,--as I always proposed, and had got Leonard to agree to, before
this confounded speech of L'Estrange's,--come into parliament you will,
for the Low Yellows I can twist round my finger, provided the High
Yellows will not interfere; in short, I could transfer to you votes
promised to me, but I can't answer for those promised to Leonard. Levy
tells me you are to marry a rich girl, and will have lots of money; so,
of course, you will pay my expenses if you come in through my votes."
RANDAL.--"My dear Avenel, certainly I will."
DICK.--" And I have two private bills I want to smuggle through
parliament."
RANDAL.--"They shall be smuggled, rely on it. Mr. Fairfield being on
one side of the House, and I on the other, we two could prevent all
unpleasant opposition. Private bills are easily managed,--with that tact
which I flatter myself I possess."
DICK.--"And when the bills are through the House, and you have had time
to look about you, I dare say you will see that no man can go against
Public Opinion, unless he wants to knock his own head against a stone
wall; and that Public Opinion is decidedly Yellow."
RANDAL (with candour).--"I cannot deny that Public Opinion is Yellow; and
at my age, it is natural that I should not commit myself to the policy of
a former generation. Blue is fast wearing out. But, to return to Mr.
Fairfield: you do not speak as if you had no hope of keeping him straight
to what I understand to be his agreement with yourself. Surely his
honour is engaged to it?"
DICK.--"I don't know as to honour; but he has now taken a fancy to public
life,--at least so he said no later than this morning before we went into
the hall; and I trust that matters will come right. Indeed, I left him
with Parson Dale, who promised me that he would use all his best
exertions to reconcile Leonard and my Lord, and that Leonard should do
nothing hastily."
RANDAL.--"But why should Mr. Fairfield retire because Lord L'Estrange
wounds his feelings? I am sure Mr. Fairfield has wounded mine, but that
does not make me think of retiring."
DICK.--"Oh, Leonard is a poet, and poets are quite as crotchety as
L'Estrange said they were. And Leonard is under obligations to Lord
L'Estrange, and thought that Lord L'Estrange was pleased by his standing;
whereas, now--In short, it is all Greek to me, except that Leonard has
mounted his high horse, and if that throws him, I am afraid it will throw
you. But still I have great confidence in Parson Dale,--a good fellow
who has much influence with Leonard. And though I thought it right to be
above-board, and let you know where the danger lies, yet one thing I can
promise,--if I resign, you shall come in; so shake hands on it."
RANDAL.--"My dear Avenel! And your wish is to resign?"
DICK.--"Certainly. I should do so a little time after noon, contriving
to be below Leonard on the poll. You know Emanuel Trout, the captain of
the Hundred and Fifty 'Waiters on Providence,' as they are called?"
RANDAL.--"To be sure I do."
DICK.--"When Emanuel Trout comes into the booth, you will know how the
election turns. As he votes, all the Hundred and Fifty will vote. Now I
must go back. Good-night.
"You'll not forget that my expenses are to be paid. Point of honour.
Still, if they are not paid, the election can be upset,--petition for
bribery and corruption; and if they are paid, why, Lansmere may be your
seat for life."
RANDAL.--"Your expenses shall be paid the moment my marriage gives me the
means to pay them,--and that must be very soon."
DICK.--"So Levy says. And my little jobs--the private bills?"
RANDAL.--"Consider the bills passed and the jobs done."
DICK.--"And one must not forget one's country. One must do the best one
can for one's principles. Egerton is infernally Blue. You allow Public
Opinion--is--"
RANDAL.--"Yellow. Not a doubt of it."
DICK.--"Good-night. Ha, ha! humbug, eh?"
RANDAL.--"Humbug! Between men like us,--oh, no. Good-night, my dear
friend, I rely on you."
DICK.--"Yes; but mind, I promise nothing if Leonard Fairfield does not
stand."
RANDAL.--"He must stand; keep him to it. Your affairs, your business,
your mill--"
DICK.--"Very true. He must stand. I have great faith in Parson Dale."
Randal glided back through the park. When he came on the terrace, he
suddenly encountered Lord L'Estrange. "I have just been privately into
the town, my dear Lord, and heard a strange rumour, that Mr. Fairfield
was so annoyed by some remarks in your Lordship's admirable speech, that
he talks of retiring from the contest. That would give a new feature to
the election, and perplex all our calculations; and I fear, in that case,
there might be some secret coalition between Avenel's friends and our
Committee, whom, I am told, I displeased by the moderate speech which
your Lordship so eloquently defended,--a coalition by which Avenel would
come in with Mr. Egerton, whereas, if we all four stand, Mr. Egerton, I
presume, will be quite safe,--and I certainly think I have an excellent
chance."
LORD L'ESTRANGE.---"SO Mr. Fairfield would retire in consequence of my
remarks! I am going into the town, and I intend to apologize for those
remarks, and retract them."
RANDAL (joyously).--"Noble!"
Lord L'Estrange looked at Leslie's face, upon which the stars gleamed
palely. "Mr. Egerton has thought more of your success than of his own,"
said he, gravely, and hurried on.
Randal continued on the terrace. Perhaps Harley's last words gave him
a twinge of compunction. His head sunk musingly on his breast, and he
paced to and fro the long gravel-walk, summoning up all his intellect
to resist every temptation to what could injure his self-interest.
"Skulking knave!" muttered Harley. "At least there will be nothing to
repent, if I can do justice on him. That is not revenge. Come, that
must be a fair retribution. Besides, how else can I deliver Violante?"
He laughed gayly, his heart was so light; and his foot bounded on as
fleet as the deer that he startled amongst the fern.
A few yards from the turnstile he overtook Richard Avenel, disguised in a
rough great-coat and spectacles. Nevertheless, Harley's eye detected the
Yellow candidate at the first glance. He caught Dick familiarly by the
arm. "Well met! I was going to you. We have the election to settle."
"On the terms I mentioned to your Lordship?" said Dick, startled. "I
will agree to return one of your candidates; but it must not be Audley
Egerton." Harley whispered close in Avenel's ear.
Avenel uttered an exclamation of amazement. The two gentlemen walked on
rapidly, and conversing with great eagerness.
"Certainly," said Avenel, at length, stopping short, "one would do a
great deal to serve a family connection,--and a connection that does a
man so much credit; and how can one go against one's own brother-in-law,
--a gentleman of such high standing, pull up the whole family! How
pleased Mrs. Richard Avenel will be! Why the devil did not I know it
before? And poor--dear--dear Nora. Ah, that she were living!" Dick's
voice trembled.
"Her name will be righted; and I will explain why it was my fault that
Egerton did not before acknowledge his marriage, and claim you as a
brother. Come, then, it is all fixed and settled."
"No, my Lord; I am pledged the other way. I don't see how I can get
off my word--to Randal Leslie. I'm not over nice, nor what is called
Quixotic; but still my word is given that if I retire from the election,
I will do my best to return Leslie instead of Egerton."
"I know that through Baron Levy. But if your nephew retires?"
"Oh, that would solve all difficulties. But the poor boy has now a wish
to come into parliament; and he has done me a service in the hour of
need."
"Leave it to me. And as to Randal Leslie, he shall have an occasion
himself to acquit you and redeem himself; and happy, indeed, will it be
for him if he has yet one spark of gratitude, or one particle of honour!"
The two continued to converse for a few moments, Dick seeming to forget
the election itself, and ask questions of more interest to his heart,
which Harley answered so, that Dick wrung L'Estrange's hand with great
emotion, and muttered, "My poor mother! I understand now why she would
never talk to me of Nora. When may I tell her the truth?"
"To-morrow evening, after the election, Egerton shall embrace you all."
Dick started, and saying, "See Leonard as soon as you can,--there is no
time to lose," plunged into a lane that led towards the obscurer recesses
of the town. Harley continued his way with the same light elastic tread
which (lost during his abnegation of his own nature) was now restored to
the foot, that seemed loath to leave a print upon the mire.
At the commencement of the High Street he encountered Mr. Dale and
Fairfield, walking slowly, arm-in-arm.
HARLEY.--"Leonard, I was coming to you. Give me your hand. Forget for
the present the words that justly stung and offended you. I will do more
than apologize,--I will repair the wrong. Excuse me, Mr. Dale, I have
one word to say in private to Leonard." He drew Fairfield aside.
"Avenel tells me that if you were to retire from this contest, it would
be a sacrifice of inclination. Is it so?"
"My Lord, I have sorrows that I would fain forget; and though I at first
shrunk from the strife in which I have been since engaged, yet now a
literary career seems to me to have lost its old charm; and I find that,
in public life, there is a distraction to the thoughts which embitter
solitude, that books fail to bestow. Therefore, if you still wish me to
continue this contest, though I know not your motive, it will not be as
it was to begin it,--a reluctant and a painful obedience to your
request."
"I understand. It was a sacrifice of inclination to begin the contest;
it would be now a sacrifice of inclination to withdraw?"
"Honestly, yes, my Lord."
"I rejoice to hear it, for I ask that sacrifice,--a sacrifice which you
will recall hereafter with delight and pride; a sacrifice sweeter, if I
read your nature aright--oh, sweeter far, than all which commonplace
ambition could bestow! And when you learn why I make this demand, you
will say, 'This, indeed, is reparation for the words that wounded my
affections, and wronged my heart.'"
'My Lord, my Lord!" exclaimed Leonard, "the injury is repaired already.
You give me back your esteem, when you so well anticipate my answer.
Your esteem!--life smiles again. I can return to my more legitimate
career without a sigh. I have no need of distraction from thought now.
You will believe that, whatever my past presumption, I can pray sincerely
for your happiness."
"Poet, you adorn your career; you fulfil your mission, even at this
moment; you beautify the world; you give to the harsh form of Duty the
cestus of the Graces," said Harley, trying to force a smile to his
quivering lips. "But we must hasten back to the prose of existence.
I accept your sacrifice. As for the time and mode I must select in order
to insure its result, I will ask you to abide by such instructions as I
shall have occasion to convey through your uncle. Till then, no word of
your intentions,--not even to Mr. Dale. Forgive me if I would rather
secure Mr. Egerton's election than yours. Let that explanation suffice
for the present. What think you, by the way, of Audley Egerton?"
"I thought when I heard him speak and when he closed with those touching
words,--implying that he left all of his life not devoted to his country
'to the charity of his friends,'--how proudly, even as his opponent,
I could have clasped his hand; and if he had wronged me in private life,
I should have thought it ingratitude to the country he had so served to
remember the offence."
Harley turned away abruptly, and joined Mr. Dale.
"Leave Leonard to go home by himself; you see that I have healed whatever
wounds I inflicted on him."
PARSON.--"And, your better nature thus awakened, I trust, my dear Lord,
that you have altogether abandoned the idea of--"
HARLEY.--"Revenge?--no. And if you do not approve that revenge
to-morrow, I will never rest till I have seen you--a bishop!"
MR. DALE (much shocked).--"My Lord, for shame!"
HARLEY (seriously).--"My levity is but lip-deep, my dear Mr. Dale. But
sometimes the froth on the wave shows the change in the tide."
The parson looked at him earnestly, and then seized him by both hands
with holy gladness and affection.
"Return to the Park now," said Harley, smiling; "and tell Violante, if it
be not too late to see her, that she was even more eloquent than you."
Lord L'Estrange bounded forward.
Mr. Dale walked back through the park to Lansmere House. On the terrace
he found Randal, who was still pacing to and fro, sometimes in the
starlight, sometimes in the shadow.
Leslie looked up, and seeing Mr. Dale, the close astuteness of his aspect
returned; and stepping out of the starlight deep into the shadow, he
said,
"I was sorry to learn that Mr. Fairfield had been so hurt by Lord
L'Estrange's severe allusions. Pity that political differences should
interfere with private friendships; but I hear that you have been to Mr.
Fairfield,--and, doubtless, as the peacemaker. Perhaps you met Lord
L'Estrange by the way? He promised me that he would apologize and
retract."
"Good young man!" said the unsuspecting parson, "he has done so."
"And Mr. Leonard Fairfield will, therefore, I presume, continue the
contest?"
"Contest--ah, this election! I suppose so, of course. But I grieve that
he should stand against you, who seem to be disposed towards him so
kindly."
"Oh," said Randal, with a benevolent smile, "we have fought before, you
know, and I beat him then. I may do so again!"
And he walked into the house, arm-in-arm with the parson. Mr. Dale
sought Violante; Leslie retired to his own room, and felt his election
was secured.
Lord L'Estrange had gained the thick of the streets--passing groups of
roaring enthusiasts--Blue and Yellow--now met with a cheer, now followed
by a groan. Just by a public-house that formed the angle of a lane with
the High Street, and which was all ablaze with light and all alive with
clamour, he beheld the graceful baron leaning against the threshold,
smoking his cigar, too refined to associate its divine vapour with the
wreaths of shag within, and chatting agreeably with a knot of females,
who were either attracted by the general excitement, or waiting to see
husband, brother, father, or son, who were now joining in the chorus of
"Blue forever!" that rang from tap-room to attic of the illumined
hostelry. Levy, seeing Lord L'Estrange, withdrew his cigar from his
lips, and hastened to join him. "All the Hundred and Fifty are in
there," said the baron, with a backward significant jerk of his thumb
towards the inn. "I have seen them all privately, in tens at a time; and
I have been telling the ladies without that it will be best for the
interest of their families to go home, and let us lock up the Hundred and
Fifty safe from the Yellows, till we bring them to the poll. But I am
afraid," continued Levy, "that the rascals are not to be relied upon
unless I actually pay them beforehand; and that would be disreputable,
immoral,--and, what is more, it would upset the election. Besides, if
they are paid beforehand, query, is it quite sure how they will vote
afterwards?"
"Mr. Avenel, I dare say, can manage them," said Harley. "Pray do nothing
immoral, and nothing that will upset the election. I think you might as
well go home."
"Home! No, pardon me, my Lord; there must be some head to direct the
Committee, and keep our captains at their posts upon the doubtful
electors. A great deal of mischief may be done between this and the
morrow; and I would sit up all night--ay, six nights a week for the next
three months--to prevent any awkward mistake by which Audley Egerton can
be returned."
"His return would really grieve you so much?" said Harley.
"You may judge of that by the zeal with which I enter into all your
designs."
Here there was a sudden and wondrously loud shout from another inn,--
a Yellow inn, far down the lane, not so luminous as the Blue hostelry;
on the contrary, looking rather dark and sinister, more like a place for
conspirators or felons than honest, independent electors,--"Avenel
forever! Avenel and the Yellows!"
"Excuse me, my Lord, I must go back and watch over my black sheep,
if I would have them blue!" said Levy; and he retreated towards the
threshold. But at that shout of "Avenel forever!" as if at a signal,
various electors of the redoubted Hundred and Fifty rushed from the Blue
hostelry, sweeping past Levy, and hurrying down the lane to the dark
little Yellow inn, followed by the female stragglers, as small birds
follow an owl. It was not, however, very easy to get into that Yellow
inn; Yellow Reformers, eminent for their zeal on behalf of purity of
election, were stationed outside the door, and only strained in one
candidate for admittance at a time. "After all," thought the baron, as
be passed into the principal room of the Blue tavern, and proposed the
national song of "Rule Britannia,"--"after all, Avenel hates Egerton as
much as I do, and both sides work to the same end." And thrumming on the
table, he joined with a fine lass in the famous line,
"For Britons never will be slaves!"
In the interim, Harley had disappeared within the Lansmere Arms, which
was the headquarters of the Blue Committee. Not, however, mounting to
the room in which a few of the more indefatigable were continuing their
labours, receiving reports from scouts, giving orders, laying wagers, and
very muzzy with British principles and spirits, Harley called aside the
landlord, and inquired if the stranger, for whom rooms had been prepared,
was yet arrived. An affirmative answer was given, and Harley followed
the host up a private stair, to a part of the house remote from the rooms
devoted to the purposes of the election. He remained with this stranger
about half an hour, and then walked into the Committee-room, got rid of
the more excited, conferred with the more sober, issued a few brief
directions to such of the leaders as he felt he could most rely upon, and
returned home as rapidly as he had quitted it.
Dawn was gray in the skies when Harley sought his own chamber. To gain
it, he passed by the door of Violante's. His heart suffused with
grateful ineffable tenderness, he paused and kissed the threshold. When
he stood within his room (the same that he had occupied in his early
youth), he felt as if the load of years were lifted from his bosom. The
joyous, divine elasticity of spirit, that in the morning of life springs
towards the Future as a bird soars into heaven, pervaded his whole sense
of being. A Greek poet implies that the height of bliss is the sudden
relief of pain: there is a nobler bliss still,--the rapture of the
conscience at the sudden release from a guilty thought. By the bedside
at which he had knelt in boyhood, Harley paused to kneel once more. The
luxury of prayer, interrupted since he had nourished schemes of which his
passions had blinded him to the sin, but which, nevertheless, he dared
not confess to the All-Merciful, was restored to him. And yet, as he
bowed his knee, the elation of spirits he had before felt forsook him.
The sense of the danger his soul had escaped, the full knowledge of the
guilt to which the fiend had tempted, came dread before his clearing
vision; he shuddered in horror of himself. And he who but a few hours
before had deemed it so impossible to pardon his fellow-man, now felt as
if years of useful and beneficent deeds could alone purify his own
repentant soul from the memory of one hateful passion.