"You mean giving up those Irish corporations?" said Lord Monmouth.
"Well, between ourselves, I am quite of the same opinion. But we must mount higher; we must go to "28 for the real mischief. But what is the use of lamenting the past? Peel is the only man; suited to the times and all that; at least we must say so, and try to believe so; we can"t go back. And it is our own fault that we have let the chief power out of the hands of our own order. It was never thought of in the time of your great-grandfather, sir. And if a commoner were for a season permitted to be the nominal Premier to do the detail, there was always a secret committee of great 1688 n.o.bles to give him his instructions."
"I should be very sorry to see secret committees of great 1688 n.o.bles again," said Coningsby.
"Then what the devil do you want to see?" said Lord Monmouth.
"Political faith," said Coningsby, "instead of political infidelity."
"Hem!" said Lord Monmouth.
"Before I support Conservative principles," continued Coningsby, "I merely wish to be informed what those principles aim to conserve. It would not appear to be the prerogative of the Crown, since the princ.i.p.al portion of a Conservative oration now is an invective against a late royal act which they describe as a Bed-chamber plot. Is it the Church which they wish to conserve? What is a threatened Appropriation Clause against an actual Church Commission in the hands of Parliamentary Laymen? Could the Long Parliament have done worse? Well, then, if it is neither the Crown nor the Church, whose rights and privileges this Conservative party propose to vindicate, is it your House, the House of Lords, whose powers they are prepared to uphold? Is it not notorious that the very man whom you have elected as your leader in that House, declares among his Conservative adherents, that henceforth the a.s.sembly that used to furnish those very Committees of great revolution n.o.bles that you mention, is to initiate nothing; and, without a struggle, is to subside into that undisturbed repose which resembles the Imperial tranquillity that secured the frontiers by paying tribute?"
"All this is vastly fine," said Lord Monmouth; "but I see no means by which I can attain my object but by supporting Peel. After all, what is the end of all parties and all politics? To gain your object. I want to turn our coronet into a ducal one, and to get your grandmother"s barony called out of abeyance in your favour. It is impossible that Peel can refuse me. I have already purchased an ample estate with the view of entailing it on you and your issue. You will make a considerable alliance; you may marry, if you please, Lady Theresa Sydney. I hear the report with pleasure. Count on my at once entering into any arrangement conducive to your happiness."
"My dear grandfather, you have ever been to me only too kind and generous."
"To whom should I be kind but to you, my own blood, that has never crossed me, and of whom I have reason to be proud? Yes, Harry, it gratifies me to hear you admired and to learn your success. All I want now is to see you in Parliament. A man should be in Parliament early.
There is a sort of stiffness about every man, no matter what may be his talents, who enters Parliament late in life; and now, fortunately, the occasion offers. You will go down on Friday; feed the notabilities well; speak out; praise Peel; abuse O"Connell and the ladies of the Bed-chamber; anathematise all waverers; say a good deal about Ireland; stick to the Irish Registration Bill, that"s a good card; and, above all, my dear Harry, don"t spare that fellow Millbank. Remember, in turning him out you not only gain a vote for the Conservative cause and our coronet, but you crush my foe. Spare nothing for that object; I count on you, boy."
"I should grieve to be backward in anything that concerned your interest or your honour, sir," said Coningsby, with an air of great embarra.s.sment.
"I am sure you would, I am sure you would," said Lord Monmouth, in a tone of some kindness.
"And I feel at this moment," continued Coningsby, "that there is no personal sacrifice which I am not prepared to make for them, except one.
My interests, my affections, they should not be placed in the balance, if yours, sir, were at stake, though there are circ.u.mstances which might involve me in a position of as much mental distress as a man could well endure; but I claim for my convictions, my dear grandfather, a generous tolerance."
"I can"t follow you, sir," said Lord Monmouth, again in his hard tone.
"Our interests are inseparable, and therefore there can never be any sacrifice of conduct on your part. What you mean by sacrifice of affections, I don"t comprehend; but as for your opinions, you have no business to have any other than those I uphold. You are too young to form opinions."
"I am sure I wish to express them with no unbecoming confidence,"
replied Coningsby; "I have never intruded them on your ear before; but this being an occasion when you yourself said, sir, I was about to commence my public career, I confess I thought it was my duty to be frank; I would not entail on myself long years of mortification by one of those ill-considered entrances into political life which so many public men have cause to deplore."
"You go with your family, sir, like a gentleman; you are not to consider your opinions, like a philosopher or a political adventurer."
"Yes, sir," said Coningsby, with animation, "but men going with their families like gentlemen, and losing sight of every principle on which the society of this country ought to be established, produced the Reform Bill."
"D---- the Reform Bill!" said Lord Monmouth; "if the Duke had not quarrelled with Lord Grey on a Coal Committee, we should never have had the Reform Bill. And Grey would have gone to Ireland."
"You are in as great peril now as you were in 1830," said Coningsby.
"No, no, no," said Lord Monmouth; "the Tory party is organised now; they will not catch us napping again: these Conservative a.s.sociations have done the business."
"But what are they organised for?" said Coningsby. "At the best to turn out the Whigs. And when you have turned out the Whigs, what then? You may get your ducal coronet, sir. But a duke now is not so great a man as a baron was but a century back. We cannot struggle against the irresistible stream of circ.u.mstances. Power has left our order; this is not an age for fact.i.tious aristocracy. As for my grandmother"s barony, I should look upon the termination of its abeyance in my favour as the act of my political extinction. What we want, sir, is not to fashion new dukes and furbish up old baronies, but to establish great principles which may maintain the realm and secure the happiness of the people. Let me see authority once more honoured; a solemn reverence again the habit of our lives; let me see property acknowledging, as in the old days of faith, that labour is his twin brother, and that the essence of all tenure is the performance of duty; let results such as these be brought about, and let me partic.i.p.ate, however feebly, in the great fulfilment, and public life then indeed becomes a n.o.ble career, and a seat in Parliament an enviable distinction."
"I tell you what it is, Harry," said Lord Monmouth, very drily, "members of this family may think as they like, but they must act as I please.
You must go down on Friday to Darlford and declare yourself a candidate for the town, or I shall reconsider our mutual positions. I would say, you must go to-morrow; but it is only courteous to Rigby to give him a previous intimation of your movement. And that cannot be done to-day. I sent for Rigby this morning on other business which now occupies me, and find he is out of town. He will return to-morrow; and will be here at three o"clock, when you can meet him. You will meet him, I doubt not, like a man of sense," added Lord Monmouth, looking at Coningsby with a glance such as he had never before encountered, "who is not prepared to sacrifice all the objects of life for the pursuit of some fantastical puerilities."
His Lordship rang a bell on his table for Villebecque; and to prevent any further conversation, resumed his papers.
CHAPTER IV.
It would have been difficult for any person, unconscious of crime, to have felt more dejected than Coningsby when he rode out of the court-yard of Monmouth House. The love of Edith would have consoled him for the destruction of his prosperity; the proud fulfilment of his ambition might in time have proved some compensation for his crushed affections; but his present position seemed to offer no single source of solace. There came over him that irresistible conviction that is at times the dark doom of all of us, that the bright period of our life is past; that a future awaits us only of anxiety, failure, mortification, despair; that none of our resplendent visions can ever be realised: and that we add but one more victim to the long and dreary catalogue of baffled aspirations.
Nor could he indeed by any combination see the means to extricate himself from the perils that were encompa.s.sing him. There was something about his grandfather that defied persuasion. p.r.o.ne as eloquent youth generally is to believe in the resistless power of its appeals, Coningsby despaired at once of ever moving Lord Monmouth. There had been a callous dryness in his manner, an unswerving purpose in his spirit, that at once baffled all attempts at influence. Nor could Coningsby forget the look he received when he quitted the room. There was no possibility of mistaking it; it said at once, without periphrasis, "Cross my purpose, and I will crush you!"
This was the moment when the sympathy, if not the counsels, of friendship might have been grateful. A clever woman might have afforded even more than sympathy; some happy device that might have even released him from the mesh in which he was involved. And once Coningsby had turned his horse"s head to Park Lane to call on Lady Everingham. But surely if there were a sacred secret in the world, it was the one which subsisted between himself and Edith. No, that must never be violated.
Then there was Lady Wallinger; he could at least speak with freedom to her. He resolved to tell her all. He looked in for a moment at a club to take up the "Court Guide" and find her direction. A few men were standing in a bow window. He heard Mr. Ca.s.silis say,
"So Beau, they say, is booked at last; the new beauty, have you heard?"
"I saw him very sweet on her last night," rejoined his companion. "Has she any tin?"
"Deuced deal, they say," replied Mr. Ca.s.silis." The father is a cotton lord, and they all have loads of tin, you know. Nothing like them now."
"He is in Parliament, is not he?"
""Gad, I believe he is," said Mr. Ca.s.silis; "I never know who is in Parliament in these days. I remember when there were only ten men in the House of Commons who were not either members of Brookes" or this place.
Everything is so deuced changed."
"I hear "tis an old affair of Beau," said another gentleman. "It was all done a year ago at Rome or Paris."
"They say she refused him then," said Mr. Ca.s.silis.
"Well, that is tolerably cool for a manufacturer"s daughter," said his friend. "What next?"
"I wonder how the Duke likes it?" said Mr. Ca.s.silis.
"Or the d.u.c.h.ess?" added one of his friends.
"Or the Everinghams?" added the other.
"The Duke will be deuced glad to see Beau settled, I take it," said Mr.
Ca.s.silis.
"A good deal depends on the tin," said his friend.
Coningsby threw down the "Court Guide" with a sinking heart. In spite of every insuperable difficulty, hitherto the end and object of all his aspirations and all his exploits, sometimes even almost unconsciously to himself, was Edith. It was over. The strange manner of last night was fatally explained. The heart that once had been his was now another"s.
To the man who still loves there is in that conviction the most profound and desolate sorrow of which our nature is capable. All the recollection of the past, all the once-cherished prospects of the future, blend into one bewildering anguish. Coningsby quitted the club, and mounting his horse, rode rapidly out of town, almost unconscious of his direction.
He found himself at length in a green lane near Willesden, silent and undisturbed; he pulled up his horse, and summoned all his mind to the contemplation of his prospects.
Edith was lost. Now, should he return to his grandfather, accept his mission, and go down to Darlford on Friday? Favour and fortune, power, prosperity, rank, distinction would be the consequence of this step; might not he add even vengeance? Was there to be no term to his endurance? Might not he teach this proud, prejudiced manufacturer, with all his virulence and despotic caprices, a memorable lesson? And his daughter, too, this betrothed, after all, of a young n.o.ble, with her flush futurity of splendour and enjoyment, was she to hear of him only, if indeed she heard of him at all, as of one toiling or trifling in the humbler positions of existence; and wonder, with a blush, that he ever could have been the hero of her romantic girlhood? What degradation in the idea? His cheek burnt at the possibility of such ignominy!
It was a conjuncture in his life that required decision. He thought of his companions who looked up to him with such ardent antic.i.p.ations of his fame, of delight in his career, and confidence in his leading; were all these high and fond fancies to be balked? On the very threshold of life was he to blunder? "Tis the first step that leads to all, and his was to be a wilful error. He remembered his first visit to his grandfather, and the delight of his friends at Eton at his report on his return. After eight years of initiation was he to lose that favour then so highly prized, when the results which they had so long counted on were on the very eve of accomplishment? Parliament and riches, and rank and power; these were facts, realities, substances, that none could mistake. Was he to sacrifice them for speculations, theories, shadows, perhaps the vapours of a green and conceited brain? No, by heaven, no!
He was like Caesar by the starry river"s side, watching the image of the planets on its fatal waters. The die was cast.