We are once more at the Priory; but how changed is it all! Billy Haire
himself scarcely recognizes the old spot, and indeed comes now but
seldom to visit it; for the Chief has launched out into the gay
world, and entertains largely at dinner, and even gives _déjeuners
dansants_,--foreign innovations at which he was wont to inveigh with
vehemence.
The old elm under whose shade Avonmore and the wits used to sit of an
evening, beneath whose leafy canopy Curran had jested and Moore had
sung, was cut down, and a large tent of gaudy blue and white spread its
vulgar wings over innumerable breakfast-tables, set forth with what the
newspapers call every delicacy of the season.
The Horatian garden, and the Roman house--conceits of an old Lord
Chancellor in former times, and once objects of almost veneration in Sir
William's eyes--have been swept away, with all their attendant details
of good or bad taste, and in their place a fountain has been erected,
for whose aquatic displays, be it noted in parenthesis, two horses
and as many men are kept in full employ. Of the wild old woodland
walks--shady and cool, redolent of sweet-brier and honeysuckle--not a
trace remains; driving-roads, wide enough for a pony-carriage, have been
substituted for these, and ruthless gaps in the dense wood open long
vistas to the eye, in a spot where once it was the sense of enclosure
and seclusion that imparted the chief charm. For so it is, coming out of
the din and bustle of a great city, there is no attraction which can vie
with whatever breathes of tranquillity, and seems to impart peace by
an air of unbroken quiet. It was for this very quality the Priory had
gained its fame. Within doors the change was as great as without. New,
and, be it admitted, more comfortable furniture had replaced the old
ponderous objects which, in every form of ugliness, had made the former
decorations of the rooms. All was now light, tasteful, elegant. All
invited to ease of intercourse, and suggested that pleasant union of
social enjoyment with self-indulgence which our age seems to cultivate.
But of all the changes and mutations which a short time had effected,
none could compete with that in the old Chief himself. Through life he
had been studiously attentive to neatness and care in his dress; it was
with something of pride that he exhibited little traits of costume that
revived bygone memories; and his long white hak, brushed rigidly back,
and worn as a queue behind, and his lace ruffles, recalled a time when
these were distinctive signs of class and condition.
His sharply cut and handsome features were well served by the
well-marked temples and lofty head that surmounted them, and which
the drawn-back hair displayed to full advantage; and what a terrible
contrast did the expression present when a light-brown wig covered his
head, and a lock of childlike innocence graced his forehead! The large
massive eyebrows, so impressive in their venerable whiteness, were now
dyed of a dark hue; and to prevent the semblance of ghastliness which
this strong color might impart to the rest of the face, a faint tinge
of rouge was given to the cheek, thus lending to the whole features an
expression of mingled smirk and severity as little like the former look
of dignified intelligence as might be.
A tightly fitting frock-coat and a colored cravat, fastened with a
massive jewelled pin, completed a travesty which, strange to say,
imparted its character to his gait, and made itself evident in his
carriage.
His manner, too,--that admirable courtesy of a bygone day, of which,
when unprovoked by a personal encounter, he was a master,--was now
replaced by an assumed softness,--an ill-put-on submission that seemed
to require all his watchfulness never to forget.
If his friends deplored and his enemies exulted over this unbecoming
change in one who, whatever his defects, had ever displayed the force
and power of a commanding intellect, the secret was known to few. A
violent and unseemly attack had been made in the “House” against him by
some political partisan, who alleged that his advanced age and failing
faculties urgently demanded his retirement from the Bench, and calling
loudly on the Government to enforce a step which nothing but the
tenacity and obstinacy of age would have refused to accept voluntarily
and even gratefully.
In the discussion--it was not debate--that the subject gave rise to, the
year of his birth was quoted, the time he had been first called, and the
long period he had served on the Bench; and if his friends were strong
in their evidences of his unfailing powers and unclouded faculties, his
assailants adduced instances in which he had mistaken the suitors and
misstated the case. His temper, too, imperious even to insult, had,
it was said, driven many barristers from his court, where few liked to
plead except such as were his abject and devoted followers.
When the attack appeared in the morning papers, Beattie drove out in all
haste to the Priory to entreat that the newspapers should be withheld
from him, and all mention of the offensive subject be carefully avoided.
The doctor was shown into the room where the Sewells were at breakfast,
and at once eagerly announced the reason for his early visit.
“You are too late, doctor,” said Sewell; “he had read every line of it
before we came downstairs. He made me listen to it, too, before I could
go to breakfast.”
“And how did he bear it?”
“On the whole, I think well. He said they were incorrect about the
year he was called, and also as to the time he entered Parliament. With
regard to the man who made the attack, he said, 'It is my turn to be
biographer now; let us see if the honorable member will call the victory
his.'”
“He must do nothing of the kind. I will not answer for his life if he
gives way to these bursts of temper.”
“I declare I think I'd not interfere with him,” drawled out Sewell,
as he broke an egg. “I suspect it's better to let those high-pressure
people blow off their steam.”
“I'm sure Dr. Beattie is right,” interposed Mrs. Sewell, who saw in the
doctor's face an unmistakable look of disgust at the Colonel's speech.
“I repeat, sir,” said Beattie, gravely, “that it is a question of Sir
William's life; he cannot survive another attack like his last one.”
“It has always been a matter of wonder to me how he has lived so long.
To go on existing, and be so sensitive to public opinion, is something
quite beyond my comprehension.”
“You would not mind such attacks, then?” said Beattie, with a very
slight sneer.
“I should think not! A man must be a fool if he does n't know there are
scores of fellows who don't like him; and he must be an unlucky dog if
there are not others who envy him for something or other, though it only
be his horse or his dog, his waistcoat or his wife.”
In the look of malevolence he threw across the table as he spoke this,
might be read the concentrated hate of one who loved to insult his
victim. The doctor saw it, and rose to leave, disgusted and angry. “I
suppose Sir William knows I am here?” said he, coldly.
“I suspect not,” said Sewell. “If you 'll talk to my wife, or look over
the 'Times,' I'll go and tell him.”
The Chief Baron was seated at his writing-table when Sewell entered, and
angrily cried out, “Who is there?”
“Sewell, my Lord. May I come in?”
“Sir, you have taken that liberty in anticipation of the request. What
do you want?”
“I came to say, my Lord, that Dr. Beattie is here.”
“Who sent for him, sir?”
“Not I, my Lord, certainly.”
“I repeat my question, sir, and expect a direct answer.”
“I can only repeat my answer, my Lord. He was not sent for by me or with
my knowledge.”
“So that I am to understand that his presence here is not the result
of any active solicitude of my family for the consequences of this new
outrage upon my feelings;” and he clutched the newspaper as he spoke,
and shook it with passion.
“I assure you, my Lord, Beattie has come here of his own accord.”
“But on account of this!” and the words came from him with a hissing
sound that denoted intense anger. Sewell made a gesture to imply that
it might be so, but that he himself knew nothing of it. “Tell him, then,
sir, that the Chief Baron regrets he cannot see him; that he is at this
moment engaged with the reply to a late attack in the House of Commons,
which he desires to finish before post hour; and add, sir, that he is
in the best of health and in excellent spirits,--facts which will afford
him increased enjoyment, if Dr. Beattie will only be kind enough to
mention them widely in the course of his visits.”
“I 'm delighted, my Lord, to be charged with such a message,” said
Sewell, with a well-assumed joy.
“I am glad, sir, to have pleased you, at the same time that I have
gained your approbation.”
There was a haughty tone in the way these words were delivered that for
an instant made Sewell doubt whether they meant approval or reprimand;
but he thought he saw a look of self-satisfied vanity in the old man's
face, and he merely bowed his thanks for the speech.
“What do you think, sir, they have had the hardihood to say in the House
of Commons?” cried the Chief, while his cheek grew crimson and his
eye flashed fire. “They say that, looking to the perilous condition of
Ireland, with a widespread conspiracy through the land, and rebellion in
most daring form bearding the authorities of the Crown, it is no time to
see one of the chief seats of justice occupied by one whose achievements
in Crown prosecutions date from the state trials of '98! In which
capacity, sir, am I assailed? Is it as Patriarch or Patriot? Am I
held up to obloquy because I came into the world at a certain year, or
because I was one of the counsel for Wolfe Tone? From whom, too, come
these slanderous assaults? Do these puny slanderers not yet know that
it is with men as with plants, and that though the dockweed is rotten
within a few weeks, the oak takes centuries to reach maturity?
“There were men in the Administration once, sir, in whom I had that
confidence I could have placed my office in their hands with the
full conviction it would have been worthily conferred,--men above the
passions of party, and who saw in public life other ambitions than the
struggles for place. I see these men no longer. They who now compose the
Cabinet inspire no trust; with them I will not treat.”
Exhausted by this outburst of passion, he lay back in his chair,
breathing heavily, and to all seeming overcome.
“Shall I get you anything, my Lord?” whispered Sewell.
The old man smiled faintly, and whispered, “Nothing.”
“I wish, my Lord,” said Sewell, as he bent over his chair,--“I wish
I could dare to speak what is passing in my mind; and that I had that
place in your Lordship's esteem which might give my words any weight.”
“Speak--say on,” said he, faintly.
“What I would say is this, my Lord,” said Sewell, with increased force,
“that these attacks on your Lordship are in a great measure provoked by
yourself.”
“Provoked by me! and how, sir?” cried the Chief, angrily.
“In this wise, my Lord. You have always held your libellers so cheap
that you actually encourage their assaults. You, in the full vigor
of your faculties, alive to the latest events, interested in all that
science discovers or invention develops, persist in maintaining, both in
your mode of living and your companionship, a continued reference to
the past. With a wit that could keep pace with the brightest, and
an imagination more alive than the youngest men can boast, you vote
yourself old, and live with the old. Why, my Lord, is it any wonder that
they try you on the indictment you have yourself drawn up? I have
only to ask you to look across the Channel and see the men--your own
contemporaries, your colleagues too--who escape these slanders, simply
because they keep up with the modes and habits of the day. Their
equipages their retinues, their dress, are all such as fashion
sanctions. Nothing in their appearance reminds the world that they lived
with the grandfathers of those around them; and I say, my Lord, if these
men can do this, how much easier would it be for you to do it? You,
whose quick intellect the youngest in vain try to cope with; you who
are readier in repartee,--younger, in fact, in all the freshness of
originality and in all the play of fancy, than the smartest wits of the
day.
“My Lord, it has not been without a great effort of courage I have dared
to speak thus boldly; but I have so often talked the subject over with
my wife, and she, with a woman's wit, has so thoroughly entered into the
theme, that I felt, even at the hazard of your displeasure, I ought to
risk the telling you.” After a pause, he added: “It was but yesterday
my wife said, 'If papa,'--you know, my Lord, it is so she calls you in
secret,--'if papa will only cease to dress like a church dignitary, he
will not look above fifty,--fifty four or five at most.'”
“I own,” said the Judge, slowly, “it has often struck me as strange how
little animadversion the Press bestowed upon my English colleagues for
their advanced years, and how persistently they commented on mine;
and yet the history of Ireland does not point to the early decline of
intellectual power. They are fond of showing the characteristics that
separate us, but they have never adduced this one.”
“I hope I have your Lordship's forgiveness for my boldness,” said
Sewell, with humility.
“You have more, sir,--you have my gratitude for an affectionate
solicitude. I will think over what you have said when I am alone.”
“It will make me a very proud man if I find that my words have had
weight with you. I am to tell Beattie, my Lord, that you are engaged,
and cannot see him?” said he, moving towards the door.
“Yes. Say that I am occupied with my reply to this slander. Tell him if
he likes to dine with me at six--”
“I beg pardon, my Lord--but my wife hoped you would dine with us to-day.
We have a few young soldiers, and two or three pretty women coming to
us--”
“Make my compliments to Mrs. Sewell, and say I am charmed to accept her
invitation.”
Sewell took his leave with every token of respectful gratitude. But no
sooner had he reached the stairs than he burst into a fit of laughter.
“Would any one have believed that the old fool would have swallowed the
bait? I was so terrified at my own temerity, I 'd have given the world
to be out of the scrape! I declare, if my mother could be got rid of,
we 'd have him leading something of sixteen to the altar. Well, if this
acute attack of youth does n't finish him, he must have the constitution
of an elephant.”