CHAPTER XIV

The New Member for Silverbridge

Lord Silverbridge was informed that it would be right that he should

go down to Silverbridge a few days before the election, to make

himself known to the electors. As the day for the election drew

near it was understood that there would be no other candidate.

The Conservative side was the popular side among the tradesmen of

Silverbridge. Silverbridge had been proud to be honoured by the

services of the heir of the house of Omnium, even while that heir had

been a Liberal,--had regarded it as so much a matter of course that

the borough should be at his disposal that no question as to politics

had ever arisen while he retained the seat. And had the Duke chosen

to continue to send them Liberals, one after another, when he went

into the House of Lords, there would have been no question as to the

fitness of the man or men so sent. Silverbridge had been supposed

to be a Liberal as a matter of course,--because the Pallisers were

Liberals. But when the matter was remitted to themselves,--when the

Duke declared that he would not interfere any more, for it was thus

that the borough had obtained its freedom,--then the borough began to

feel Conservative predilections. "If his Grace really does mean us to

do just what we please ourselves, which is a thing we never thought

of asking from his Grace, then we find, having turned the matter over

among ourselves, that we are upon the whole Conservative." In this

spirit the borough had elected a certain Mr. Fletcher; but in doing

so the borough had still a shade of fear that it would offend the

Duke. The house of Palliser, Gatherum Castle, the Duke of Omnium,

and this special Duke himself, were all so great in the eyes of

the borough, that the first and only strong feeling in the borough

was the one of duty. The borough did not altogether enjoy being

enfranchised. But when the Duke had spoken once, twice, and thrice,

then with a hesitating heart the borough returned Mr. Fletcher. Now

Mr. Fletcher was wanted elsewhere, having been persuaded to stand

for the county, and it was a comfort to the borough that it could

resettle itself beneath the warmth of the wings of the Pallisers.

So the matter stood when Lord Silverbridge was told that his presence

in the borough for a few hours would be taken as a compliment.

Hitherto no one knew him at Silverbridge. During his boyhood he had

not been much at Gatherum Castle, and had done his best to eschew the

place since he had ceased to be a boy. All the Pallisers took a pride

in Gatherum Castle, but they all disliked it. "Oh yes; I'll go down,"

he said to Mr. Morton, who was up in town. "I needn't go to the great

barrack I suppose." The great barrack was the Castle. "I'll put up at

the Inn." Mr. Morton begged the heir to come to his own house; but

Silverbridge declared that he would prefer the Inn, and so the matter

was settled. He was to meet sundry politicians,--Mr. Sprugeon and Mr.

Sprout and Mr. Du Boung,--who would like to be thanked for what they

had done. But who was to go with him? He would naturally have asked

Tregear, but from Tregear he had for the last week or two been, not

perhaps estranged, but separated. He had been much taken up with

racing. He had gone down to Chester with Major Tifto, and under the

Major's auspicious influences had won a little money;--and now he

was very anxiously preparing himself for the Newmarket Second

Spring Meeting. He had therefore passed much of his time with Major

Tifto. And when this visit to Silverbridge was pressed on him he

thoughtlessly asked Tifto to go with him. Tifto was delighted. Lord

Silverbridge was to be met at Silverbridge by various well-known

politicians from the neighbourhood, and Major Tifto was greatly

elated by the prospect of such an introduction into the political

world.

But no sooner had the offer been made by Lord Silverbridge than

he saw his own indiscretion. Tifto was very well for Chester or

Newmarket, very well perhaps for the Beargarden, but not very well

for an electioneering expedition. An idea came to the young nobleman

that if it should be his fate to represent Silverbridge in Parliament

for the next twenty years, it would be well that Silverbridge should

entertain respecting him some exalted estimation,--that Silverbridge

should be taught to regard him as a fit son of his father and a

worthy specimen of the British political nobility. Struck by serious

reflections of this nature he did open his mind to Tregear. "I am

very fond of Tifto," he said, "but I don't know whether he's just the

sort of fellow to take down to an election."

"I should think not," said Tregear very decidedly.

"He's a very good fellow, you know," said Silverbridge. "I don't know

an honester man than Tifto anywhere."

"I dare say. Or rather, I don't dare say. I know nothing about the

Major's honesty, and I doubt whether you do. He rides very well."

"What has that to do with it?"

"Nothing on earth. Therefore I advise you not to take him to

Silverbridge."

"You needn't preach."

"You may call it what you like. Tifto would not hold his tongue,

and there is nothing he could say there which would not be to your

prejudice."

"Will you go?"

"If you wish it," said Tregear.

"What will the governor say?"

"That must be your look-out. In a political point of view I

shall not disgrace you. I shall hold my tongue and look like a

gentleman,--neither of which is in Tifto's power."

And so it was settled, that on the day but one after this

conversation Lord Silverbridge and Tregear should go together to

Silverbridge. But the Major, when on the same night his noble

friend's altered plans were explained to him, did not bear the

disappointment with equanimity. "Isn't that a little strange?" he

said, becoming very red in the face.

"What do you call strange?" said the Lord.

"Well;--I'd made all my arrangements. When a man has been asked to do

a thing like that, he doesn't like to be put off."

"The truth is, Tifto, when I came to think of it, I saw that, going

down to these fellows about Parliament and all that sort of thing, I

ought to have a political atmosphere, and not a racing or a betting

or a hunting atmosphere."

"There isn't a man in London who cares more about politics than I

do;--and not very many perhaps who understand them better. To tell

you the truth, my Lord, I think you are throwing me over."

"I'll make it up to you," said Silverbridge, meaning to be kind.

"I'll go down to Newmarket with you and stick to you like wax."

"No doubt you'll do that," said Tifto, who, like a fool, failed to

see where his advantage lay. "I can be useful at Newmarket, and so

you'll stick to me."

"Look here, Major Tifto," said Silverbridge; "if you are

dissatisfied, you and I can easily separate ourselves."

"I am not dissatisfied," said the little man, almost crying.

"Then don't talk as though you were. As to Silverbridge, I shall

not want you there. When I asked you I was only thinking what would

be pleasant to both of us; but since that I have remembered that

business must be business." Even this did not reconcile the angry

little man, who as he turned away declared within his own little

bosom that he would "take it out of Silverbridge for that."

Lord Silverbridge and Tregear went down to the borough together, and

on the journey something was said about Lady Mary,--and something

also about Lady Mabel. "From the first, you know," said Lady Mary's

brother, "I never thought it would answer."

"Why not answer?"

"Because I knew the governor would not have it. Money and rank and

those sort of things are not particularly charming to me. But still

things should go together. It is all very well for you and me to

be pals, but of course it will be expected that Mary should marry

some--"

"Some swell?"

"Some swell, if you will have it."

"You mean to call yourself a swell?"

"Yes I do," said Silverbridge, with considerable resolution. "You

ought not to make yourself disagreeable, because you understand all

about it as well as anybody. Chance has made me the eldest son of a

Duke and heir to an enormous fortune. Chance has made my sister the

daughter of a Duke, and an heiress also. My intimacy with you ought

to be proof at any rate to you that I don't on that account set

myself up above other fellows. But when you come to talk of marriage,

of course it is a serious thing."

"But you have told me more than once that you have no objection on

your own score."

"Nor have I."

"You are only saying what the Duke will think."

"I am telling you that it is impossible, and I told you so before.

You and she will be kept apart, and so--"

"And so she'll forget me."

"Something of that kind."

"Of course I have to trust to her for that. If she forgets me, well

and good."

"She needn't forget you. Lord bless me! you talk as though the thing

were not done every day. You'll hear some morning that she is going

to marry some fellow who has a lot of money and a good position; and

what difference will it make then whether she has forgotten you or

not?" It might almost have been supposed that the young man had been

acquainted with his mother's history.

After this there was a pause, and there arose conversation about

other things, and a cigar was smoked. Then Tregear returned once more

to the subject. "There is one thing I wish to say about it all."

"What is that?"

"I want you to understand that nothing else will turn me away from my

intention but such a marriage on her part as that of which you speak.

Nothing that your father can do will turn me."

"She can't marry without his leave."

"Perhaps not."

"That he'll never give,--and I don't suppose you look forward to

waiting till his death."

"If he sees that her happiness really depends on it he will give his

leave. It all depends on that. If I judge your father rightly, he's

just as soft-hearted as other people. The man who holds out is not

the man of the firmest opinion, but the man of the hardest heart."

"Somebody will talk Mary over."

"If so, the thing is over. It all depends on her." Then he went on to

tell his friend that he had spoken of his engagement to Lady Mabel.

"I have mentioned it to no soul but to your father and to her."

"Why to her?"

"Because we were friends together as children. I never had a sister,

but she has been more like a sister to me than any one else. Do you

object to her knowing it?"

"Not particularly. It seems to me now that everybody knows

everything. There are no longer any secrets."

"But she is a special friend."

"Of yours," said Silverbridge.

"And of yours," said Tregear.

"Well, yes;--in a sort of way. She is the jolliest girl I know."

"Take her all round, for beauty, intellect, good sense, and fun at

the same time, I don't know any one equal to her."

"It's a pity you didn't fall in love with her."

"We knew each other too early for that. And then she has not a

shilling. I should think myself dishonest if I did not tell you that

I could not afford to love any girl who hadn't money. A man must

live,--and a woman too."

At the station they were met by Mr. Sprugeon and Mr. Sprout, who,

with many apologies for the meanness of such entertainment, took them

up to the George and Vulture, which was supposed for the nonce to be

the Conservative hotel in the town. Here they were met by other men

of importance in the borough, and among them by Mr. Du Boung. Now Mr.

Sprout and Mr. Sprugeon were Conservatives, but Mr. Du Boung was a

strong Liberal.

"We are, all of us, particularly glad to see your Lordship among us,"

said Mr. Du Boung.

"I have told his Lordship how perfectly satisfied you are to see the

borough in his Lordship's hands," said Mr. Sprugeon.

"I am sure it could not be in better," said Mr. Du Boung. "For myself

I am quite willing to postpone any peculiar shade of politics to the

advantage of having your father's son as our representative."

This Mr. Du Boung said with much intention of imparting both grace

and dignity to the occasion. He thought that he was doing a great

thing for the house of Omnium, and that the house of Omnium ought to

know it.

"That's very kind of you," said Lord Silverbridge, who had not read

as carefully as he should have done the letters which had been sent

to him, and did not therefore quite understand the position.

"Mr. Du Boung had intended to stand himself," said Mr. Sprout.

"But retired in your Lordship's favour," said Mr. Sprugeon.

"In doing which I considered that I studied the interest of the

borough," said Mr. Du Boung.

"I thought you gave it up because there was hardly a footing for a

Liberal," said his Lordship, very imprudently.

"The borough was always Liberal till the last election," said Mr. Du

Boung, drawing himself up.

"The borough wishes on this occasion to be magnanimous," said

Mr. Sprout, probably having on his mind some confusion between

magnanimity and unanimity.

"As your Lordship is coming among us, the borough is anxious to sink

politics altogether for the moment," said Mr. Sprugeon. There had no

doubt been a compact between the Sprugeon and Sprout party and the Du

Boung party in accordance with which it had been arranged that Mr. Du

Boung should be entitled to a certain amount of glorification in the

presence of Lord Silverbridge.

"And it was in compliance with that wish on the part of the borough,

my Lord," said Mr. Du Boung,--"as to which my own feelings were quite

as strong as that of any other gentleman in the borough,--that I

conceived it to be my duty to give way."

"His Lordship is quite aware how much he owes to Mr. Du Boung," said

Tregear. Whereupon Lord Silverbridge bowed.

"And now what are we to do?" said Lord Silverbridge.

Then there was a little whispering between Mr. Sprout and Mr.

Sprugeon. "Perhaps, Mr. Du Boung," said Sprugeon, "his Lordship had

better call first on Dr. Tempest."

"Perhaps," said the injured brewer, "as it is to be a party affair

after all I had better retire from the scene."

"I thought all that was to be given up," said Tregear.

"Oh, certainly," said Sprout. "Suppose we go to Mr. Walker first?"

"I'm up to anything," said Lord Silverbridge; "but of course

everybody understands that I am a Conservative."

"Oh dear, yes," said Sprugeon.

"We are all aware of that," said Sprout.

"And very glad we've all of us been to hear it," said the landlord.

"Though there are some in the borough who could have wished, my Lord,

that you had stuck to the old Palliser politics," said Mr. Du Boung.

"But I haven't stuck to the Palliser politics. Just at present I

think that order and all that sort of thing should be maintained."

"Hear, hear!" said the landlord.

"And now, as I have expressed my views generally, I am willing to go

anywhere."

"Then we'll go to Mr. Walker first," said Sprugeon. Now it was

understood that in the borough, among those who really had opinions

of their own, Mr. Walker the old attorney stood first as a Liberal,

and Dr. Tempest the old rector first as a Conservative.

"I am glad to see your Lordship in the town which gives you

its name," said Mr. Walker, who was a hale old gentleman with

silvery-white hair, over seventy years of age. "I proposed your

father for this borough on, I think, six or seven different

occasions. They used to go in and out then whenever they changed

their offices."

"We hope you'll propose Lord Silverbridge now," said Mr. Sprugeon.

"Oh; well;--yes. He's his father's son, and I never knew anything but

good of the family. I wish you were going to sit on the same side, my

Lord."

"Times are changed a little, perhaps," said his Lordship.

"The matter is not to be discussed now," said the old attorney. "I

understand that. Only I hope you'll excuse me if I say that a man

ought to get up very early in the morning if he means to see further

into politics than your father."

"Very early indeed," said Mr. Du Boung, shaking his head.

"That's all right," said Lord Silverbridge.

"I'll propose you, my Lord. I need not wish you success, because

there is no one to stand against you."

Then they went to Dr. Tempest, who was also an old man. "Yes,

my Lord, I shall be proud to second you," said the rector. "I

didn't think that I should ever do that to one of your name in

Silverbridge."

"I hope you think I've made a change for the better," said the

candidate.

"You've come over to my school of course, and I suppose I am bound

to think that a change for the better. Nevertheless I have a kind of

idea that certain people ought to be Tories and that other certain

people ought to be Whigs. What does your father say about it?"

"My father wishes me to be in the House, and that he has not

quarrelled with me you may know by the fact that had there been a

contest he would have paid my expenses."

"A father generally has to do that whether he approves of what his

son is about or not," said the caustic old gentleman.

There was nothing else to be done. They all went back to the hotel,

and Mr. Sprugeon with Mr. Sprout and the landlord drank a glass of

sherry at the candidate's expense, wishing him political long life

and prosperity. There was no one else whom it was thought necessary

that the candidate should visit, and the next day he returned to town

with the understanding that on the day appointed in the next week he

should come back again to be elected.

And on the day appointed the two young men again went to

Silverbridge, and after he had been declared duly elected, the new

Member of Parliament made his first speech. There was a meeting in

the town-hall and many were assembled anxious to hear,--not the lad's

opinions, for which probably nobody cared much,--but the tone of his

voice and to see his manner. Of what sort was the eldest son of the

man of whom the neighbourhood had been so proud? For the county was

in truth proud of their Duke. Of this son whom they had now made a

Member of Parliament they at present only knew that he had been sent

away from Oxford,--not so very long ago,--for painting the Dean's

house scarlet. The speech was not very brilliant. He told them

that he was very much obliged to them for the honour they had done

him. Though he could not follow exactly his father's political

opinions,--he would always have before his eyes his father's

political honesty and independence. He broke down two or three times

and blushed, and repeated himself, and knocked his words a great deal

too quickly one on the top of another. But it was taken very well,

and was better than was expected. When it was over he wrote a line to

the Duke.

MY DEAR FATHER,

I am Member of Parliament for Silverbridge,--as you used

to be in the days which I can first remember. I hope you

won't think that it does not make me unhappy to have

differed from you. Indeed it does. I don't think that

anybody has ever done so well in politics as you have.

But when a man does take up an opinion I don't see how

he can help himself. Of course I could have kept myself

quiet;--but then you wished me to be in the House. They

were all very civil to me at Silverbridge, but there was

very little said.

Your affectionate Son,

SILVERBRIDGE.

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