The News Is Sent to Matching
There were nine days of this work, during which Lord Silverbridge
became very popular and made many speeches. Tregear did not win half
so many hearts, or recommend himself so thoroughly to the political
predilections of the borough;--but nevertheless he was returned. It
would probably be unjust to attribute this success chiefly to the
young Lord's eloquence. It certainly was not due to the strong
religious feelings of the rector. It is to be feared that even the
thoughtful political convictions of the candidate did not altogether
produce the result. It was that chief man among the candidate's
guides and friends, that leading philosopher who would not allow
anybody to go home from the rain, and who kept his eyes so sharply
open to the pecuniary doings of the Carbottleites, that Mr.
Carbottle's guides and friends had hardly dared to spend a
shilling;--it was he who had in truth been efficacious. In every
attempt they had made to spend their money they had been looked into
and circumvented. As Mr. Carbottle had been brought down to Polpenno
on purpose that he might spend money,--as he had nothing but his
money to recommend him, and as he had not spent it,--the free and
independent electors of the borough had not seen their way to
vote for him. Therefore the Conservatives were very elate with
their triumph. There was a great Conservative reaction. But the
electioneering guide, philosopher, and friend, in the humble
retirement of his own home,--he was a tailor in the town, whose
assistance at such periods had long been in requisition,--he knew
very well how the seat had been secured. Ten shillings a head would
have sent three hundred true Liberals to the ballot-boxes! The mode
of distributing the money had been arranged; but the Conservative
tailor had been too acute, and not half-a-sovereign could be passed.
The tailor got twenty-five pounds for his work, and that was smuggled
in among the bills for printing.
Mr. Williams, however, was sure that he had so opened out the
iniquities of the dissenters as to have convinced the borough. Yes;
every Salem and Zion and Ebenezer in his large parish would be
closed. "It is a great thing for the country," said Mr. Williams.
"He'll make a capital member," said Silverbridge, clapping his friend
on the back.
"I hope he'll never forget," said Mr. Williams, "that he owes his
seat to the Protestant and Church-of-England principles which have
sunk so deeply into the minds of the thoughtful portion of the
inhabitants of this borough."
"Whom should they elect but a Tregear?" said the mother, feeling that
her rector took too much of the praise to himself.
"I think you have done more for us than any one else," whispered
Miss Tregear to the young Lord. "What you said was so reassuring!"
The father before he went to bed expressed to his son, with some
trepidation, a hope that all this would lead to no great permanent
increase of expenditure.
That evening before he went to bed Lord Silverbridge wrote to his
father an account of what had taken place at Polpenno.
Polwenning, 15th December.
MY DEAR FATHER,
Among us all we have managed to return Tregear. I am
afraid you will not be quite pleased because it will be a
vote lost to your party. But I really think that he is
just the fellow to be in Parliament. If he were on your
side I'm sure he's the kind of man you'd like to bring
into office. He is always thinking about those sort of
things. He says that, if there were no Conservatives, such
Liberals as you and Mr. Monk would be destroyed by the
Jacobins. There is something in that. Whether a man is a
Conservative or not himself, I suppose there ought to be
Conservatives.
The Duke as he read this made a memorandum in his own mind that he
would explain to his son that every carriage should have a drag
to its wheels, but that an ambitious soul would choose to be the
coachman rather than the drag.
It was beastly work!
The Duke made another memorandum to instruct his son that no
gentleman above the age of a schoolboy should allow himself to use
such a word in such a sense.
We had to go about in the rain up to our knees in mud for
eight or nine days, always saying the same thing. And of
course all that we said was bosh.
Another memorandum--or rather two, one as to the slang, and another
as to the expediency of teaching something to the poor voters on such
occasions.
Our only comfort was that the Carbottle people were quite
as badly off as us.
Another memorandum as to the grammar. The absence of Christian
charity did not at the moment affect the Duke.
I made ever so many speeches, till at last it seemed to be
quite easy.
Here there was a very grave memorandum. Speeches easy to young
speakers are generally very difficult to old listeners.
But of course it was all bosh.
This required no separate memorandum.
I have promised to go up to town with Tregear for a day
or two. After that I will stick to my purpose of going to
Matching again. I will be there about the 22nd, and will
then stay over Christmas. After that I am going into the
Brake country for some hunting. It is such a shame to have
a lot of horses and never to ride them!
Your most affectionate Son,
SILVERBRIDGE.
The last sentence gave rise in the Duke's mind to the necessity of a
very elaborate memorandum on the subject of amusements generally.
By the same post another letter went from Polpenno to Matching which
also gave rise to some mental memoranda. It was as follows:
MY DEAR MABEL,
I am a Member of the British House of Commons! I have
sometimes regarded myself as being one of the most
peculiarly unfortunate men in the world, and yet now I
have achieved that which all commoners in England think to
be the greatest honour within their reach, and have done
so at an age at which very few achieve it but the sons of
the wealthy and the powerful.
I now come to my misfortunes. I know that as a poor man
I ought not to be a member of Parliament. I ought to
be earning my bread as a lawyer or a doctor. I have no
business to be what I am, and when I am forty I shall find
that I have eaten up all my good things instead of having
them to eat.
I have one chance before me. You know very well what that
is. Tell her that my pride in being a member of Parliament
is much more on her behalf than on my own. The man who
dares to love her ought at any rate to be something in the
world. If it might be,--if ever it may be,--I should wish
to be something for her sake. I am sure you will be glad
of my success yourself, for my own sake.
Your affectionate Friend and Cousin,
FRANCIS TREGEAR.
The first mental memorandum in regard to this came from the writer's
assertion that he at forty would have eaten up all his good things.
No! He being a man might make his way to good things though he was
not born to them. He surely would win his good things for himself.
But what good things were in store for her? What chance of success
was there for her? But the reflection which was the most bitter to
her of all came from her assurance that his love for that other
girl was so genuine. Even when he was writing to her there was no
spark left of the old romance! Some hint of a recollection of past
feelings, some half-concealed reference to the former passion might
have been allowed to him! She as a woman,--as a woman all whose
fortune must depend on marriage,--could indulge in no such allusions;
but surely he need not have been so hard!
But still there was another memorandum. At the present moment she
would do all that he desired as far as it was in her power. She was
anxious that he should marry Lady Mary Palliser, though so anxious
also that something of his love should remain with herself! She was
quite willing to convey that message,--if it might be done without
offence to the Duke. She was there with the object of ingratiating
herself with the Duke. She must not impede her favour with the Duke
by making herself the medium of any secret communications between
Mary and her lover.
But how should she serve Tregear without risk of offending the Duke?
She read the letter again and again, and thinking it to be a good
letter she determined to show it to the Duke.
"Mr. Tregear has got in at Polpenno," she said on the day on which
she and the Duke had received their letters.
"So I hear from Silverbridge."
"It will be a good thing for him, I suppose."
"I do not know," said the Duke coldly.
"He is my cousin, and I have always been interested in his welfare."
"That is natural."
"And a seat in Parliament will give him something to do."
"Certainly it ought," said the Duke.
"I do not think that he is an idle man." To this the Duke made no
answer. He did not wish to be made to talk about Tregear. "May I
tell you why I say all this?" she asked softly, pressing her hand on
the Duke's arm ever so gently. To this the Duke assented, but still
coldly. "Because I want to know what I ought to do. Would you mind
reading that letter? Of course you will remember that Frank and I
have been brought up almost as brother and sister."
The Duke took the letter in his hand and did read it, very slowly.
"What he says about young men without means going into Parliament
is true enough." This was not encouraging, but as the Duke went on
reading, Mabel did not think it necessary to argue the matter. He had
to read the last paragraph twice before he understood it. He did read
it twice, and then folding the letter very slowly gave it back to his
companion.
"What ought I to do?" asked Lady Mabel.
"As you and I, my dear, are friends, I think that any carrying of a
message to Mary would be breaking confidence. I think that you should
not speak to Mary about Mr. Tregear." Then he changed the subject.
Lady Mabel of course understood that after that she could not say a
word to Mary about the election at Polpenno.