CHAPTER VII

The first week at Château Desir passed pleasantly enough. Vivian’s

morning was amply occupied in maturing with the Marquess the grand

principles of the new political system: in weighing interests, in

balancing connections, and settling “what side was to be taken on the

great questions?” O politics, thou splendid juggle! The whole business,

although so magnificent in its result, appeared very easy to the two

counsellors, for it was one of the first principles of Mr. Vivian Grey,

that everything was possible. Men did fail in life to be sure, and after

all, very little was done by the generality; but still all these

failures, and all this inefficiency, might be traced to a want of

physical and mental courage. Some men were bold in their conceptions,

and splendid heads at a grand system, but then, when the day of battle

came, they turned out very cowards; while others, who had nerve enough

to stand the brunt of the hottest fire, were utterly ignorant of

military tactics, and fell before the destroyer, like the brave

untutored Indians before the civilised European. Now Vivian Grey was

conscious that there was at least one person in the world who was no

craven either in body or in mind, and so he had long come to the

comfortable conclusion, that it was impossible that his career could be

anything but the most brilliant. And truly, employed as he now was, with

a peer of the realm, in a solemn consultation on that realm’s most

important interests, at a time when creatures of his age were moping in

Halls and Colleges, is it to be wondered at that he began to imagine

that his theory was borne out by experience and by fact? Not that it

must be supposed, even for a moment, that Vivian Grey was what the world

calls conceited. Oh no! he knew the measure of his own mind, and had

fathomed the depth of his powers with equal skill and impartiality; but

in the process he could not but feel that he could conceive much, and

dare do more.

We said the first week at Château Desir passed pleasantly enough; and so

it did, for Vivian’s soul revelled in the morning councils on his future

fortunes, with as much eager joy as a young courser tries the turf,

preliminary to running for the plate. And then, in the evening, were

moonlit walks with Mrs. Felix Lorraine! And then the lady abused England

so prettily, and initiated her companion, in all the secrets of German

Courts, and sang beautiful French songs, and told the legends of her

native land in such an interesting, semi-serious tone, that Vivian

almost imagined, that she believed them; and then she would take him

beside the luminous lake in the park, and now it looked just like the

dark blue Rhine! and then she remembered Germany, and grew sad, and

abused her husband; and then she taught Vivian the guitar, and some

other fooleries besides.

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