Intus et in jecore aegro, Nascuntur domini.--Persius.
The next two or three days I spent in visiting all my male friends in
the Lower House, and engaging them to dine with me, preparatory to the
great act of voting on--‘s motion. I led them myself to the House
of Commons, and not feeling sufficiently interested in the debate to
remain, as a stranger, where I ought, in my own opinion, to have acted
as a performer, I went to Brookes’s to wait the result. Lord Gravelton,
a stout, bluff, six-foot nobleman, with a voice like a Stentor, was
“blowing up” the waiters in the coffee-room. Mr.--, the author of
T--, was conning the Courier in a corner; and Lord Armadilleros, the
haughtiest and most honourable peer in the calendar, was monopolizing
the drawing-room, with his right foot on one hob and his left on the
other. I sat myself down in silence, and looked over the “crack article”
in the Edinburgh. By and by, the room got fuller; every one spoke of the
motion before the House, and anticipated the merits of the speeches, and
the numbers of the voters.
At last a principal member entered--a crowd gathered round him. “I have
heard,” he said, “the most extraordinary speech, for the combination of
knowledge and imagination, that I ever recollect to have listened to.”
“From Gaskell, I suppose?” was the universal cry.
“No,” said Mr.--, “Gaskell has not yet spoken. It was from a young
man who has only just taken his seat. It was received with the most
unanimous cheers, and was, indeed, a remarkable display.”
“What is his name?” I asked, already half foreboding the answer.
“I only just learnt it as I left the House,” replied Mr.--: “the speaker
was Sir Reginald Glanville.”
Then every one whom I had often before heard censure Glanville for his
rudeness, or laugh at him for his eccentricity, opened their mouths in
congratulations to their own wisdom, for having long admired his talents
and predicted his success.
I left the “turba Remi sequens fortunam;” I felt agitated and feverish;
those who have unexpectedly heard of the success of a man for whom
great affection is blended with greater interest, can understand the
restlessness of mind with which I wandered into the streets. The air was
cold and nipping. I was buttoning my coat round my chest, when I heard a
voice say, “You have dropped your glove, Mr. Pelham.”
The speaker was Thornton. I thanked him coldly for his civility, and
was going on, when he said, “If your way is up Pall Mall, I have no
objection to join you for a few minutes.”
I bowed with some hauteur; and as I seldom refuse any opportunity of
knowing more perfectly individual character, I said I should be happy of
his company so long as our way lay together.
“It is a cold night, Mr. Pelham,” said Thornton, after a pause. “I have
been dining at Hatchett’s, with an old Paris acquaintance: I am sorry we
did not meet more often in France, but I was so taken up with my friend
Mr. Warburton.”
As Thornton uttered that name, he looked hard at me, and then added, “By
the by, I saw you with Sir Reginald Glanville the other day; you know
him well, I presume?”
“Tolerably well,” said I, with indifference.
“What a strange character he is,” rejoined Thornton; “I also have
known him for some years,” and again Thornton looked pryingly into my
countenance. Poor fool, it was not for a penetration like his to read
the cor inscrutabile of a man born and bred like me, in the consummate
dissimulation of bon ton.
“He is very rich, is he not?” said Thornton, after a brief silence.
“I believe so,” said I.
“Humph!” answered Thornton. “Things have grown better with him, in
proportion as they grew worse with me, who have had ‘as good luck as
the cow that stuck herself with her own horn.’ I suppose he is not too
anxious to recollect me--‘poverty parts fellowship.’ Well, hang pride,
say I; give me an honest heart all the year round, in summer or winter,
drought or plenty. Would to God, some kind friend would lend me twenty
pounds.”
To this wish I made no reply. Thornton sighed.
“Mr. Pelham,” renewed he, “it is true I have known you but a short
time--excuse the liberty I take--but if you could lend me a trifle, it
would really assist me very much.”
“Mr. Thornton,” said I, “if I knew you better, and could serve you more,
you might apply to me for a more real assistance than any bagatelle I
could afford you would be. If twenty pounds would really be of service
to you, I will lend it you, upon this condition, that you never ask me
for another farthing.”
Thornton’s face brightened. “A thousand, thousand--” he began.
“No,” interrupted I, “no thanks, only your promise.”
“Upon my honour,” said Thornton, “I will never ask you for another
farthing.”
“There is honour among thieves,” thought I, and so I took out the sum
mentioned, and gave it to him. In good earnest, though I disliked
the man, his threadbare garments and altered appearance moved me to
compassion. While he was pocketing the money, which he did with the most
unequivocal delight, a tall figure passed us rapidly. We both turned at
the same instant, and recognised Glanville. He had not gone seven yards
beyond us, before we observed his steps, which were very irregular,
pause suddenly; a moment afterwards he fell against the iron rails of
an area; we hastened towards him, he was apparently fainting. His
countenance was perfectly livid, and marked with the traces of extreme
exhaustion. I sent Thornton to the nearest public-house for some water;
before he returned, Glanville had recovered.
“All--all--in vain,” he said, slowly and unconsciously, “death is the
only Lethe.”
He started when he saw me. I made him lean on my arm, and we walked on
slowly.
“I have already heard of your speech,” said I. Glanville smiled with the
usual faint and sicklied expression, which made his smile painful even
in its exceeding sweetness.
“You have also already seen its effects; the excitement was too much for
me.”
“It must have been a proud moment when you sat down,” said I.
“It was one of the bitterest I ever felt--it was fraught with the memory
of the dead. What are all honours to me now?--O God! O God! have mercy
upon me!”
And Glanville stopped suddenly, and put his hand to his temples.
By this time Thornton had joined us. When Glanville’s eyes rested upon
him, a deep hectic rose slowly and gradually over his cheeks. Thornton’s
lip curled with a malicious expression. Glanville marked it, and his
brow grew on the moment as black as night.
“Begone!” he said, in a loud voice, and with a flashing eye, “begone
instantly; I loathe the very sight of so base a thing.”
Thornton’s quick, restless eye, grew like a living coal, and he bit his
lip so violently that the blood gushed out. He made, however, no other
answer than--“You seem agitated to-night, Sir Reginald; I wish your
speedy restoration to better health. Mr. Pelham, your servant.”
Glanville walked on in silence till we came to his door: we parted
there; and for want of any thing better to do, I sauntered towards the
M--Hell. There were only about ten or twelve persons in the rooms, and
all were gathered round the hazard table--I looked on silently, seeing
the knaves devour the fools, and younger brothers make up in wit for the
deficiencies of fortune.
The Honourable Mr. Blagrave came up to me; “Do you never play?” said he.
“Sometimes,” was my brief reply.
“Lend me a hundred pounds!” rejoined my kind acquaintance.
“I was just going to make you the same request,” said I.
Blagrave laughed heartily. “Well,” said he, “be my security to a Jew,
and I’ll be yours. My fellow lends me money at only forty per cent. My
governor is a d--d stingy old fellow, for I am the most moderate son
in the universe. I neither hunt, nor race, nor have I any one favourite
expense, except gambling, and he won’t satisfy me in that--now I call
such conduct shameful!”
“Unheard-of barbarity,” said I; “and you do well to ruin your property
by Jews, before you have it; you could not avenge yourself better on
‘the governor.’”
“No, d--me,” said Blagrave, “leave me alone for that! Well, I have got
five pounds left, I shall go and slap it down.”
No sooner had he left me than I was accosted by Mr. Goren, a handsome
little adventurer, who lived the devil knew how, for the devil seemed to
take excellent care of him.
“Poor Blagrave!” said he, eyeing the countenance of that ingenious
youth. “He is a strange fellow--he asked me the other day, if I ever
read the History of England, and told me there was a great deal in
it about his ancestor, a Roman General, in the time of William the
Conqueror, called Caractacus. He told me at the last New-market, that
he had made up a capital book, and it turned out that he had hedged with
such dexterity, that he must lose one thousand pounds, and he might
lose two. Well, well,” continued Goren, with a sanctified expression; “I
would sooner see those real fools here, than the confounded scoundrels,
who pillage one under a false appearance. Never, Mr. Pelham, trust to a
man at a gaming-house; the honestest look hides the worst sharper! Shall
you try your luck to-night?”
“No,” said I, “I shall only look on.”
Goren sauntered to the table, and sat down next to a rich young man,
of the best temper and the worst luck in the world. After a few throws,
Goren said to him, “Lord--, do put your money aside--you have so much
on the table, that in interferes with mine--and that is really so
unpleasant. Suppose you put some of it in your pocket.”
Lord--took a handful of notes, and stuffed them carelessly in his coat
pocket. Five minutes afterwards I saw Goren insert his hand, empty,
in his neighbour’s pocket, and bring it out full--and half an hour
afterwards he handed over a fifty pound note to the marker, saying,
“There, Sir, is my debt to you. God bless me, Lord--, how you have
won; I wish you would not leave all your money about--do put it in your
pocket with the rest.”
Lord--(who had perceived the trick, though he was too indolent to resent
it), laughed. “No, no, Goren,” said he, “you must let me keep some!”
Goren coloured, and soon after rose. “D--n my luck!” said he, as he
passed me. “I wonder I continue to play--but there are such sharpers in
the room. Avoid a gaming house, Mr. Pelham, if you wish to live.”
“And let live,” thought I.
I was just going away, when I heard a loud laugh on the stairs, and
immediately afterwards Thornton entered, joking with one of the markers.
He did not see me; but approaching the table, drew out the identical
twenty pound note I had given him, and asked for change with the air
of a millionaire. I did not wait to witness his fortune, good or ill; I
cared too little about it. I descended the stairs, and the servant, on
opening the door for me, admitted Sir John Tyrrell. “What,” I thought,
“is the habit still so strong?” We stopped each other, and after a few
words of greeting, I went, once more, up stairs with him.
Thornton was playing as eagerly with his small quota as Lord C--with his
ten thousands. He nodded with an affected air of familiarity to Tyrrell,
who returned his salutation with the most supercilious hauteur; and very
soon afterwards the baronet was utterly engrossed by the chances of the
game. I had, however, satisfied my curiosity, in ascertaining that there
was no longer any intimacy between him and Thornton, and accordingly
once more I took my departure.