THE SECOND THUNDERBOLT.
The quarrel between Phineas Finn and Mr. Bonteen had now become the
talk of the town, and had taken many various phases. The political
phase, though it was perhaps the best understood, was not the most
engrossing. There was the personal phase,--which had reference to the
direct altercation that had taken place between the two gentlemen,
and to the correspondence between them which had followed, as to
which phase it may be said that though there were many rumours
abroad, very little was known. It was reported in some circles that
the two aspirants for office had been within an ace of striking
each other; in some, again, that a blow had passed,--and in others,
further removed probably from the House of Commons and the Universe
Club, that the Irishman had struck the Englishman, and that the
Englishman had given the Irishman a thrashing. This was a phase
that was very disagreeable to Phineas Finn. And there was a third,
--which may perhaps be called the general social phase, and which
unfortunately dealt with the name of Lady Laura Kennedy. They all,
of course, worked into each other, and were enlivened and made
interesting with the names of a great many big persons. Mr. Gresham,
the Prime Minister, was supposed to be very much concerned in this
matter. He, it was said, had found himself compelled to exclude
Phineas Finn from the Government, because of the unfortunate alliance
between him and the wife of one of his late colleagues, and had also
thought it expedient to dismiss Mr. Bonteen from his Cabinet,--for
it had amounted almost to dismissal,--because Mr. Bonteen had made
indiscreet official allusion to that alliance. In consequence of this
working in of the first and third phase, Mr. Gresham encountered
hard usage from some friends and from many enemies. Then, of course,
the scene at Macpherson's Hotel was commented on very generally. An
idea prevailed that Mr. Kennedy, driven to madness by his wife's
infidelity, which had become known to him through the quarrel between
Phineas and Mr. Bonteen,--had endeavoured to murder his wife's lover,
who had with the utmost effrontery invaded the injured husband's
presence with a view of deterring him by threats from a publication
of his wrongs. This murder had been nearly accomplished in the centre
of the metropolis,--by daylight, as if that made it worse,--on a
Sunday, which added infinitely to the delightful horror of the
catastrophe; and yet no public notice had been taken of it! The
would-be murderer had been a Cabinet Minister, and the lover who was
so nearly murdered had been an Under-Secretary of State, and was even
now a member of Parliament. And then it was positively known that the
lady's father, who had always been held in the highest respect as
a nobleman, favoured his daughter's lover, and not his daughter's
husband. All which things together filled the public with dismay, and
caused a delightful excitement, giving quite a feature of its own to
the season.
No doubt general opinion was adverse to poor Phineas Finn, but he was
not without his party in the matter. To oblige a friend by inflicting
an injury on his enemy is often more easy than to confer a benefit on
the friend himself. We have already seen how the young Duchess failed
in her attempt to obtain an appointment for Phineas, and also how
she succeeded in destroying the high hopes of Mr. Bonteen. Having
done so much, of course she clung heartily to the side which she
had adopted;--and, equally of course, Madame Goesler did the same.
Between these two ladies there was a slight difference of opinion as
to the nature of the alliance between Lady Laura and their hero. The
Duchess was of opinion that young men are upon the whole averse to
innocent alliances, and that, as Lady Laura and her husband certainly
had long been separated, there was probably--something in it. "Lord
bless you, my dear," the Duchess said, "they were known to be
lovers when they were at Loughlinter together before she married Mr.
Kennedy. It has been the most romantic affair! She made her father
give him a seat for his borough."
"He saved Mr. Kennedy's life," said Madame Goesler.
"That was one of the most singular things that ever happened.
Laurence Fitzgibbon says that it was all planned,--that the garotters
were hired, but unfortunately two policemen turned up at the moment,
so the men were taken. I believe there is no doubt they were pardoned
by Sir Henry Coldfoot, who was at the Home Office, and was Lord
Brentford's great friend. I don't quite believe it all,--it would be
too delicious; but a great many do." Madame Goesler, however, was
strong in her opinion that the report in reference to Lady Laura was
scandalous. She did not believe a word of it, and was almost angry
with the Duchess for her credulity.
It is probable that very many ladies shared the opinion of the
Duchess; but not the less on that account did they take part with
Phineas Finn. They could not understand why he should be shut out
of office because a lady had been in love with him, and by no means
seemed to approve the stern virtue of the Prime Minister. It was
an interference with things which did not belong to him. And many
asserted that Mr. Gresham was much given to such interference. Lady
Cantrip, though her husband was Mr. Gresham's most intimate friend,
was altogether of this party, as was also the Duchess of St. Bungay,
who understood nothing at all about it, but who had once fancied
herself to be rudely treated by Mrs. Bonteen. The young Duchess was
a woman very strong in getting up a party; and the old Duchess, with
many other matrons of high rank, was made to believe that it was
incumbent on her to be a Phineas Finnite. One result of this was,
that though Phineas was excluded from the Liberal Government, all
Liberal drawing-rooms were open to him, and that he was a lion.
Additional zest was given to all this by the very indiscreet conduct
of Mr. Bonteen. He did accept the inferior office of President of
the Board of Trade, an office inferior at least to that for which
he had been designated, and agreed to fill it without a seat in the
Cabinet. But having done so he could not bring himself to bear his
disappointment quietly. He could not work and wait and make himself
agreeable to those around him, holding his vexation within his own
bosom. He was dark and sullen to his chief, and almost insolent to
the Duke of Omnium. Our old friend Plantagenet Palliser was a man who
hardly knew insolence when he met it. There was such an absence about
him of all self-consciousness, he was so little given to think of his
own personal demeanour and outward trappings,--that he never brought
himself to question the manners of others to him. Contradiction he
would take for simple argument. Strong difference of opinion even on
the part of subordinates recommended itself to him. He could put up
with apparent rudeness without seeing it, and always gave men credit
for good intentions. And with it all he had an assurance in his own
position,--a knowledge of the strength derived from his intellect,
his industry, his rank, and his wealth,--which made him altogether
fearless of others. When the little dog snarls, the big dog does
not connect the snarl with himself, simply fancying that the little
dog must be uncomfortable. Mr. Bonteen snarled a good deal, and the
new Lord Privy Seal thought that the new President of the Board of
Trade was not comfortable within himself. But at last the little
dog took the big dog by the ear, and then the big dog put out his
paw and knocked the little dog over. Mr. Bonteen was told that he
had--forgotten himself; and there arose new rumours. It was soon
reported that the Lord Privy Seal had refused to work out decimal
coinage under the management, in the House of Commons, of the
President of the Board of Trade.
Mr. Bonteen, in his troubled spirit, certainly did misbehave himself.
Among his closer friends he declared very loudly that he didn't mean
to stand it. He had not chosen to throw Mr. Gresham over at once, or
to make difficulties at the moment;--but he would not continue to
hold his present position or to support the Government without a seat
in the Cabinet. Palliser had become quite useless,--so Mr. Bonteen
said,--since his accession to the dukedom, and was quite unfit to
deal with decimal coinage. It was a burden to kill any man, and he
was not going to kill himself,--at any rate without the reward for
which he had been working all his life, and to which he was fully
entitled, namely, a seat in the Cabinet. Now there were Bonteenites
in those days as well as Phineas Finnites. The latter tribe was for
the most part feminine; but the former consisted of some half-dozen
members of Parliament, who thought they saw their way in encouraging
the forlorn hope of the unhappy financier.
A leader of a party is nothing without an organ, and an organ came
forward to support Mr. Bonteen,--not very creditable to him as a
Liberal, being a Conservative organ,--but not the less gratifying to
his spirit, inasmuch as the organ not only supported him, but exerted
its very loudest pipes in abusing the man whom of all men he hated
the most. The People's Banner was the organ, and Mr. Quintus Slide
was, of course, the organist. The following was one of the tunes he
played, and was supposed by himself to be a second thunderbolt, and
probably a conclusively crushing missile. This thunderbolt fell on
Monday, the 3rd of May:--
Early in last March we found it to be our duty to bring
under public notice the conduct of the member for
Tankerville in reference to a transaction which took place
at a small hotel in Judd Street, and as to which we then
ventured to call for the interference of the police. An
attempt to murder the member for Tankerville had been made
by a gentleman once well known in the political world,
who,--as it is supposed,--had been driven to madness by
wrongs inflicted on him in his dearest and nearest family
relations. That the unfortunate gentleman is now insane we
believe we may state as a fact. It had become our special
duty to refer to this most discreditable transaction,
from the fact that a paper, still in our hands, had been
confided to us for publication by the wretched husband
before his senses had become impaired,--which, however, we
were debarred from giving to the public by an injunction
served upon us in sudden haste by the Vice-Chancellor. We
are far from imputing evil motives, or even indiscretion,
to that functionary; but we are of opinion that the moral
feeling of the country would have been served by the
publication, and we are sure that undue steps were taken
by the member for Tankerville to procure that injunction.
No inquiries whatever were made by the police in reference
to that attempt at murder, and we do expect that some
member will ask a question on the subject in the House.
Would such culpable quiescence have been allowed had
not the unfortunate lady whose name we are unwilling to
mention been the daughter of one of the colleagues of our
present Prime Minister, the gentleman who fired the pistol
another of them, and the presumed lover, who was fired at,
also another? We think that we need hardly answer that
question.
One piece of advice which we ventured to give Mr. Gresham
in our former article he has been wise enough to follow.
We took upon ourselves to tell him that if, after what has
occurred, he ventured to place the member for Tankerville
again in office, the country would not stand it;--and he
has abstained. The jaunty footsteps of Mr. Phineas Finn
are not heard ascending the stairs of any office at about
two in the afternoon, as used to be the case in one of
those blessed Downing Street abodes about three years
since. That scandal is, we think, over,--and for ever. The
good-looking Irish member of Parliament who had been put
in possession of a handsome salary by feminine influences,
will not, we think, after what we have already said, again
become a burden on the public purse. But we cannot say
that we are as yet satisfied in this matter, or that we
believe that the public has got to the bottom of it,--as
it has a right to do in reference to all matters affecting
the public service. We have never yet learned why it is
that Mr. Bonteen, after having been nominated Chancellor
of the Exchequer,--for the appointment to that office
was declared in the House of Commons by the head of his
party,--was afterwards excluded from the Cabinet, and
placed in an office made peculiarly subordinate by the
fact of that exclusion. We have never yet been told why
this was done;--but we believe that we are justified in
saying that it was managed through the influence of the
member for Tankerville; and we are quite sure that the
public service of the country has thereby been subjected
to grievous injury.
It is hardly our duty to praise any of that very awkward
team of horses which Mr. Gresham drives with an audacity
which may atone for his incapacity if no fearful accident
should be the consequence; but if there be one among them
whom we could trust for steady work up hill, it is Mr.
Bonteen. We were astounded at Mr. Gresham's indiscretion
in announcing the appointment of his new Chancellor of the
Exchequer some weeks before he had succeeded in driving
Mr. Daubeny from office;--but we were not the less glad to
find that the finances of the country were to be entrusted
to the hands of the most competent gentleman whom
Mr. Gresham has induced to follow his fortunes. But
Mr. Phineas Finn, with his female forces, has again
interfered, and Mr. Bonteen has been relegated to the
Board of Trade, without a seat in the Cabinet. We should
not be at all surprised if, as the result of this
disgraceful manoeuvring, Mr. Bonteen found himself at
the head of the Liberal party before the Session be over.
If so, evil would have worked to good. But, be that as
it may, we cannot but feel that it is a disgrace to the
Government, a disgrace to Parliament, and a disgrace to
the country that such results should come from the private
scandals of two or three people among us by no means of
the best class.