"I see all that, Father. All you say is clear enough. What I _don"t_ see yet is what you mean to do."
"I"m coming to that. For several years now, I"ve been prominent in Hornham affairs. I"m known as a platform speaker in all the denominations. What do you suppose I did this for six months ago?" he touched the lapel of his coat, looking down on it as he did so.
"Oh!" he said, "I forgot I"d changed into my old jacket. I was alluding to the temperance non-smoking ribbon. It"s in my frock-coat. Well, I mentioned it just to point out that I"m known as a man a.s.sociated with all good causes."
"But only locally, Pa."
"Exactly. That is all I need to start with. Now, to-day I began: "Mr.
Hamlyn, a prominent resident in Hornham and a staunch supporter of the Henglish Protestant Church, has at last felt it his duty to protest against the illegal practices at St. Elwyn"s in as public a manner as possible." I"ve struck a new note, see? What I"ve done to-day has hardly ever been done before. Now, why shouldn"t this inaugurate a big public movement all over the country? Why shouldn"t offices be taken in the Strand and a new League started, "Hamlyn"s Protestant Crusade" or something of that sort? To begin with, subscriptions are invited for the circulation of real fighting Protestant literature, hot stuff, giving accounts of the illegal and Romish doings all over the country. I know where to get the pamphlets written for a mere song, and startlers, too. Of course, we have all the printing done at the works here in Hornham,--that"ll be worth something considerable. Meanwhile, mark what happens. The "silly season" comes on and the newspapers haven"t got much to write about. Our little London concern is established and then we begin touring round to all the Ritualistic churches and protesting against their aims. If I know what I"m talking about, in a fortnight or three weeks one of the biggest booms of the century will begin!
Everything we do will be in the papers, rows in the churches, police-court proceedings--everything. Whenever I write a letter of protest to the Bishop of London or the Archbishop of Canterbury it will appear in all the papers. It don"t matter what they say as long as they mention the Crusade! Then"ll come the moment when we really launch out and become a national Inst.i.tution. We"ll get half a dozen parsons and fifth-rate M.P."s to form a committee, and some one to be a treasurer: he"s easy found. Then I become secretary and you a.s.sistant-secretary: we are _salaried_ officials, of course, and we start a little magazine as the Society"s official organ--to be printed at the works. I"ve many more ideas for the extension of the plan,--brilliant ideas some of them, too. But I won"t go into them now. I"ve only given you the roughest outline of the scheme as yet. Meanwhile, as a preliminary, I"m going to flimsy out a dozen short reports of to-day"s proceedings at St. Elwyn"s, and I want you to run up to Fleet Street with them, about five this evening. All the dailies will print it."
He chuckled. "That"s the chief beauty of the scheme," he continued; "you get the majority of your advertis.e.m.e.nts free, and in the best papers, too! It"s about the only scheme I ever heard of that could."
He stopped at last and sank back in his chair, exhausted. He had spoken long and with great animation, with all the tricks and mannerisms of rough-and-tumble platform oratory, in which he was a master. The pantomime of his expressive gestures, the indescribable impudence of the smile as he sought to prove some depth of folly in the public, the quick inflections of the voice, gave great force to his words. They sounded convincing to the younger Hamlyn, into whose muddy pallor a deep red flush had gradually come.
"It"s a big thing, Pa," he said at length, "a very big thing. I see that, and you"re the one to make it go. But there"s a lot to be done first. "Ave we the ready money to start it? Even in a small way, to get it once before the public will cost four or five hundred pounds."
"That"s the difficulty, Sam, I admit it. We are pretty low down at present. The business just keeps its head above water, that"s all. The money from Mr. Herbert is a help, but it"s all gone as soon as we get it. I was thinking that if to-day"s little protest makes a stir and we can do ditto round-abouts during the next week or two, we could get Moffatt and Burgoyne to advance a hundred each, p"r"aps. As a personal loan. Mr. Herbert would be good for fifty now, but as soon as he"s elected you"ll see he won"t bother any more. When we"ve made the whole thing hum, he"ll come to us and offer to be our Parliamentary representative. I"m reserving him for that. He"ll be useful to ask questions and help the fizz-up generally. It"ll suit him because he"ll have a chance of getting his name in the papers, and it"s about the only chance he will have of getting prominent in the House. But, as far as the preliminary stages are concerned, my opinion is that he"s N.G.
The worst of it is that with a scheme of this sort one can"t very well put it on the market. That"s the one drawback of a religious scheme.
There"s lots of men who"d see the money in it, but who"d see that if they joined they couldn"t touch a cent. There can"t be more than one or two salaried officials. No, we must depend upon ourselves entirely. I"m not afraid. It"s what Napoleon did, and I"m going to be the Protestant Napoleon! There"s a lot in catchwords--speaking on a side issue--"The Luther League!" "Smithfield Soldiers!" or Bunyan"s "Holy War" might be revived."
"No, Pa, that wouldn"t do now. "Holy" is a regular Ritualistic word."
"Well, so it is, Sam. I hadn"t thought of it. I"m glad to see that you"ve got a good grip of the thing."
There was a silence in the mean little room. In the adjacent kitchen, the servant could be heard singing, "Ower lod geris anoice yeng men, ow dear, ow dear naow!" A big green-bellied fly sung and drummed on the window-pane in the afternoon sunlight. Hamlyn, replete with enthusiasm and beef, had taken off his alpaca coat and unloosed his collar. The air was heavy with the odour of food and the acrid smell of Sam"s "ten-for-threepence" cigarettes, while a penetrating smell of new calico, proceeding from some of Maud"s dressmaking operations, dominated it all.
A church bell, ringing for afternoon service, was heard not far away.
Suddenly Hamlyn struck the table a sounding blow with his fist.
"It _is_ a good thing," he shouted in a wild burst of enthusiasm.
The voice was so full, and confident, that it rang out in the place like a trumpet.
It had the true accent of an enthusiast, of a leader. There was mesmerism in it. Hearing it, one would have said that this man would succeed.
He could influence others, he had energy, resource, and temperamental force. It was true. The man was gifted. He had power, and to whatever end that might be directed it would not lose its efficacy. The conviction of success, its trumpet note, was to become familiar in vast hysterical a.s.semblies. It was to be mistaken for a deep and earnest wish to purify the Church, to scatter the wolves from the environs of the fold. Greed can be sonorous. Tartuffe can always find his Orgon, and to hawk a battle-cry among the ignorant and dull has ever been a profitable game.
"I"ve a word to say, Pa," the son echoed; "I"ve an idea where the first cash is to come from."
"Good, my boy. Let"s have it."
"What about Miss Pritchett?"
Hamlyn looked reproachfully at his son. "What about the monument!" he answered with a sneer. "She"s got the cash, she"s got tons of it. But she"s a red-hot Ritualist and Romaniser. Ask me another, Sam."
Samuel smiled slyly. "Wait a mo, Pa," he said. "I know a good deal more about Miss Pritchett than you do. I"ve been walkin" out with Augusta Davis lately. She"s a friend of Maud"s."
"The companion, you mean? Miss Pritchett"s companion? Oh, you"ve been smelling round in that quarter, have you?"
"And I"ve learnt a bit. I know all that goes on. Gussie tells me and Maud everything. Miss Pritchett"s getting tired of St. Elwyn"s. She can"t boss the new vicar like she used the old one. As for the Roman business, she doesn"t really care for it. She"s nothing to amuse herself with except that and her ailments. It"s the old cat"s vanity, that"s all. She likes to be a patroness."
"That"s the sort of woman we want," answered Mr. Hamlyn, obviously struck by the the word. "There are a lot of rich, single old judies only fit to be patronesses. They"re cut out for it. Do you really think anything could be done."
"I do most certainly, Pa. I "appen to know that Miss Pritchett is getting on very bad terms with Blantyre. He won"t stand her meddling.
I"ve one or two ideas in my head to help it along. Gussie"ll do anything I tell her."
"Well, Sam, you do all you can. We won"t talk about the matter any more now. I"ve got a lot of strings to pull, and I"ve got a lot of matters in my mind. We shall get a summons for brawling to-morrow, I expect. I"m done up now, and I"m going to have a nap. Wake me up in an hour if I"m asleep, and I"ll get out the flimsies for to-morrow"s papers."
Hamlyn possessed that faculty of sleeping at any moment, and of waking when it suited him, that so often goes with any marked executive capacity.
He stretched himself upon the little horsehair sofa and covered his face with his handkerchief.
Samuel picked up one of the "Heartsease" novelettes and tried to read in it. But his brain was alight with the splendour of the new project, and he could not concentrate his thought upon _Joyce Heathcote"s Lover_.
It was thus that the seeds of the new movement were sown, in the back parlour at Balmoral, Beatrice Villas, Alexandra Road. Historians tell us that even greater and more epoch-making movements than Mr. Hamlyn"s was destined to be, have originated in even less pretentious dwellings.
Many of us have seen the little house in the Brede Kirk Street of the old Dutch town, on which is written, _Haec est parva domus natus qua magnus Erasmus_.
Mr. Hamlyn, Junior, had never heard of Erasmus, but he saw visions of greatness on that afternoon.
CHAPTER III
LORD HUDDERSFIELD AND THE GUESTS AT SCARNING COURT
From April until the beginning of August, Lord Huddersfield generally lived at his house at Scarning, the famous old Tudor mansion on the river, below Pangbourne.
Peers who are something more than merely "in society" are generally known to the public at large by reason of some cause which they benefit, defend, or are a.s.sociated with. When it is not a cause, it is a business that gives such an one his label for the man in the street.
Lord _So-and-so_ is, of course, the great banker or brewer; Lord _This_ is the famous picture collector, who has all the Holbeins; Lord _That_ is known to be the best amateur actor, billiard player, or breeder of bloodhounds in England. In an age when all celebrities are easily distinguished thus, Lord Huddersfield, was perfectly familiar to everyone as the great organising churchman. The ordinary person would say, "Lord Huddersfield? Oh, yes, the great Ritualistic Johnny,"
imagining that he had summed up his man with completeness. Yet, saving only to churchmen and their antagonists--a very small proportion of the public to-day--Lord Huddersfield was personally quite unknown. He was hardly ever caricatured in the comic papers or pictured in the more serious ill.u.s.trated journals. His face was wholly unfamiliar; the details of his private life formed no portion of the gossip papers. To the vast army of English folk, who are utterly indifferent to religious questions, he was nothing more than a name.
He had only once excited a really general flicker of interest. On the occasion of a visit to Italy, like many other distinguished visitors to the capital, he had been received in audience by the Bishop of Rome. As usual, the evening papers had published "rumours."
"LORD HUDDERSFIELD AND THE POPE.
WILL HE BECOME A CATHOLIC?"
had appeared as a scare head-line in one enterprising sheet, and the peer"s telegram, stating that he had been one for many years had been hastily printed as a startling revelation--until some charitable person had stepped round to the office and explained the joke to a bewildered Scotch editor, and the paragraph was excised from later editions.
This much for the figure he cut to the outside world. In the English Church, he was looked upon as one of the leading laymen, if not the chief of all of them. He was the proprietor of the great weekly paper known as the _Church Standard_. He was the chairman of many church societies, the friend and patron of all Anglican movements and inst.i.tutions, and a man whose word carried enormous weight and power.
In private life, his two children and his intimate friends found him true, devout, diligent, winning all hearts by opening his own, where one found a singular freshness and simplicity. He went as little into general society as he could, for all his thoughts and aims were occupied in one endeavour.