[Ill.u.s.tration: "I"m as round as your hat, and as square as your elbow; I am."]
"You won"t make much of that game, Grimes."
"Perhaps not; perhaps not. There"s a risk in all these things; isn"t there, Mr. Vavasor? I should like to see you a Parliament gent; I should indeed. You"d be a credit to the districts; I really think you would."
"I"m much obliged by your good opinion, Mr. Grimes," said George.
"When I sees a gent coming forward I knows whether he"s fit for Parliament, or whether he ain"t. I says you are fit. But Lord love you, Mr. Vavasor; it"s a thing a gentleman always has to pay for."
"That"s true enough; a deal more than it"s worth, generally."
"A thing"s worth what it fetches. I"m worth what I"ll fetch; that"s the long and the short of it. I want to have my balance, that"s the truth. It"s the odd money in a man"s bill as always carries the profit. You ask Mr. Scruby else;--only with a lawyer it"s all profit I believe."
"That"s what you know about it," said Scruby.
"If you cut off a man"s odd money," continued the publican, "you break his heart. He"d almost sooner have that and leave the other standing. He"d call the hundreds capital, and if he lost them at last, why he"d put it down as being in the way of trade. But the odd money;--he looks at that, Mr. Vavasor, as in a manner the very sweat of his brow, the work of his own hand; that"s what goes to his family, and keeps the pot a boiling down-stairs. Never stop a man"s odd money, Mr. Vavasor; that is, unless he comes it very strong indeed."
"And what is it you want now?" said Scruby.
"I wants ninety-two pounds thirteen and fourpence, Mr. Scruby, and then we"ll go to work for the new fight with contented hearts. If we"re to begin at all, it"s quite time; it is indeed, Mr. Vavasor."
"And what you mean us to understand is, that you won"t begin at all without your money," said the lawyer.
"That"s about it, Mr. Scruby."
"Take a fifty-pound note, Grimes," said the lawyer.
"Fifty-pound notes are not so ready," said George.
"Oh, he"ll be only too happy to have your acceptance; won"t you, Grimes."
"Not for fifty pounds, Mr. Scruby. It"s the odd money that I wants.
I don"t mind the thirteen and four, because that"s neither here nor there among friends, but if I didn"t get all them ninety-two pounds I should be a broken-hearted man; I should indeed, Mr. Vavasor. I couldn"t go about your work for next year so as to do you justice among the electors. I couldn"t indeed."
"You"d better give him a bill for ninety pounds at three months, Mr.
Vavasor. I have no doubt he has got a stamp in his pocket."
"That I have, Mr. Scruby; there ain"t no mistake about that. A bill stamp is a thing that often turns up convenient with gents as mean business like Mr. Vavasor and you. But you must make it ninety-two; you must indeed, Mr. Vavasor. And do make it two months if you can, Mr. Vavasor; they do charge so unconscionable on ninety days at them branch banks; they do indeed."
George Vavasor and Mr. Scruby, between them, yielded at last, so far as to allow the bill to be drawn for ninety-two pounds, but they were stanch as to the time. "If it must be, it must," said the publican, with a deep sigh, as he folded up the paper and put it into the pocket of a huge case which he carried. "And now, gents, I"ll tell you what it is. We"ll make safe work of this here next election. We know what"s to be our little game in time, and if we don"t go in and win, my name ain"t Jacob Grimes, and I ain"t the landlord of the "Handsome Man." As you gents has perhaps got something to say among yourselves, I"ll make so bold as to wish you good morning." So, with that, Mr. Grimes lifted his hat from the floor, and bowed himself out of the room.
"You couldn"t have done it cheaper; you couldn"t, indeed," said the lawyer, as soon as the sound of the closing front door had been heard.
"Perhaps not; but what a thief the man is! I remember your telling me that the bill was about the most preposterous you had ever seen."
"So it was, and if we hadn"t wanted him again of course we shouldn"t have paid him. But we"ll have it all off his next account, Mr.
Vavasor,--every shilling of it, It"s only lent; that"s all;--it"s only lent."
"But one doesn"t want to lend such a man money, if one could help it."
"That"s true. If you look at it in that light, it"s quite true. But you see we cannot do without him. If he hadn"t got your bill, he"d have gone over to the other fellows before the week was over; and the worst of it would have been that he knows our hand. Looking at it all round you"ve got him cheap, Mr. Vavasor;--you have, indeed."
"Looking at it all round is just what I don"t like, Mr. Scruby, But if a man will have a whistle, he must pay for it."
"You can"t do it cheap for any of these metropolitan seats; you can"t, indeed, Mr. Vavasor. That is, a new man can"t. When you"ve been in four or five times, like old Duncombe, why then, of course, you may snap your fingers at such men as Grimes. But the Chelsea districts ain"t dear. I don"t call them by any means dear. Now Marylebone is dear,--and so is Southwark. It"s dear, and nasty; that"s what the borough is. Only that I never tell tales, I could tell you a tale, Mr. Vavasor, that"d make your hair stand on end; I could indeed."
"Ah! the game is hardly worth the candle, I believe."
"That depends on what way you choose to look at it. A seat in Parliament is a great thing to a man who wants to make his way;--a very great thing;--specially when a man"s young, like you, Mr.
Vavasor."
"Young!" said George. "Sometimes it seems to me as though I"ve been living for a hundred years. But I won"t trouble you with that, Mr.
Scruby, and I believe I needn"t keep you any longer." With that, he got up and bowed the attorney out of the room, with just a little more ceremony than he had shown to the publican.
"Young!" said Vavasor to himself, when he was left alone. "There"s my uncle, or the old squire,--they"re both younger men than I am.
One cares for his dinner, and the other for his bullocks and his trees. But what is there that I care for, unless it is not getting among the sheriff"s officers for debt?" Then he took out a little memorandum-book from his breast-pocket, and having made in it an entry as to the amount and date of that bill which he had just accepted on the publican"s behalf, he conned over the particulars of its pages. "Very blue; very blue, indeed," he said to himself when he had completed the study. "But n.o.body shall say I hadn"t the courage to play the game out, and that old fellow must die some day, one supposes. If I were not a fool, I should make it up with him before he went; but I am a fool, and shall remain so to the last." Soon after that he dressed himself slowly, reading a little every now and then as he did so. When his toilet was completed, and his Sunday newspapers sufficiently perused, he took up his hat and umbrella and sauntered out.
CHAPTER XIV.
Alice Vavasor Becomes Troubled.
Kate Vavasor had sent to her brother only the first half of her cousin"s letter, that half in which Alice had attempted to describe what had taken place between her and Mr. Grey. In doing this, Kate had been a wicked traitor,--a traitor to that feminine faith against which treason on the part of one woman is always unpardonable in the eyes of other women. But her treason would have been of a deeper die had she sent the latter portion, for in that Alice had spoken of George Vavasor himself. But even of this treason, Kate would, I think, have been guilty, had the words which Alice wrote been of a nature to serve her own purpose if read by her brother. But they had not been of this nature. They had spoken of George as a man with whom any closer connection than that which existed at present was impossible, and had been written with the view of begging Kate to desist from making futile attempts in that direction. "I feel myself driven," Alice had said, "to write all this, as otherwise,--if I were simply to tell you that I have resolved to part from Mr. Grey,--you would think that the other thing might follow. The other thing cannot follow. I should think myself untrue in my friendship to you if I did not tell you about Mr. Grey; and you will be untrue in your friendship to me if you take advantage of my confidence by saying more about your brother." This part of Alice"s letter Kate had not sent to George Vavasor;--"But the other thing shall follow," Kate had said, as she read the words for the second time, and then put the papers into her desk. "It shall follow."
To give Kate Vavasor her due, she was, at any rate, unselfish in her intrigues. She was obstinately persistent, and she was moreover unscrupulous, but she was not selfish. Many years ago she had made up her mind that George and Alice should be man and wife, feeling that such a marriage would be good at any rate for her brother. It had been almost brought about, and had then been hindered altogether through a fault on her brother"s part. But she had forgiven him this sin as she had forgiven many others, and she was now at work in his behalf again, determined that they two should be married, even though neither of them might be now anxious that it should be so. The intrigue itself was dear to her, and success in it was necessary to her self-respect.
She answered Alice"s letter with a pleasant, gossiping epistle, which shall be recorded, as it will tell us something of Mrs. Greenow"s proceedings at Yarmouth. Kate had promised to stay at Yarmouth for a month, but she had already been there six weeks, and was still under her aunt"s wing.
Yarmouth, October, 186--.
DEAREST ALICE,
Of course I am delighted. It is no good saying that I am not. I know how difficult it is to deal with you, and therefore I sit down to answer your letter with fear and trembling, lest I should say a word too much, and thereby drive you back, or not say quite enough and thereby fail to encourage you on. Of course I am glad. I have long thought that Mr. Grey could not make you happy, and as I have thought so, how can I not be glad? It is no use saying that he is good and n.o.ble, and all that sort of thing. I have never denied it. But he was not suited to you, and his life would have made you wretched. Ergo, I rejoice. And as you are the dearest friend I have, of course I rejoice mightily.
I can understand accurately the sort of way in which the interview went. Of course he had the best of it.
I can see him so plainly as he stood up in unruffled self-possession, ignoring all that you said, suggesting that you were feverish or perhaps bilious, waving his hand over you a little, as though that might possibly do you some small good, and then taking his leave with an a.s.surance that it would be all right as soon as the wind changed. I suppose it"s very n.o.ble in him, not taking you at your word, and giving you, as it were, another chance; but there is a kind of n.o.bility which is almost too great for this world. I think very well of you, my dear, as women go, but I do not think well enough of you to believe that you are fit to be Mr. John Grey"s wife.
Of course I"m very glad. You have known my mind from the first to the last, and, therefore, what would be the good of my mincing matters? No woman wishes her dearest friend to marry a man to whom she herself is antipathetic. You would have been as much lost to me, had you become Mrs.
Grey of Nethercoats, Cambridgeshire, as though you had gone to heaven. I don"t say but what Nethercoats may be a kind of heaven,--but then one doesn"t wish one"s friend that distant sort of happiness. A flat Eden I can fancy it, hemmed in by broad d.y.k.es, in which cream and eggs are very plentiful, where an Adam and an Eve might drink the choicest tea out of the finest china, with toast b.u.t.tered to perfection, from year"s end to year"s end; into which no money troubles would ever find their way, nor yet any naughty novels. But such an Eden is not tempting to me, nor, as I think, to you. I can fancy you stretching your poor neck over the d.y.k.e, longing to fly away that you might cease to be at rest, but knowing that the matrimonial dragon was too strong for any such flight. If ever bird banged his wings to pieces against gilded bars, you would have banged yours to pieces in that cage.
You say that you have failed to make him understand that the matter is settled. I need not say that of course it is settled, and that he must be made to understand it. You owe it to him now to put him out of all doubt. He is, I suppose, accessible to the words of a mortal, G.o.d though he be. But I do not fear about this, for, after all, you have as much firmness about you as most people;--perhaps as much as he has at bottom, though you may not have so many occasions to show it.
As to that other matter I can only say that you shall be obliged, as far as it is in my power to obey you. For what may come out from me by word of mouth when we are together, I will not answer with certainty. But my pen is under better control, and it shall not write the offending name.