"I send you the words, in the original handwriting, of the instructions with regard to you. You will do what your honour and your conscience dictate. Do not write to me; the public papers will inform me what your decision has been, and I shall be satisfied, however it incline. I rely upon you to burn the inclosure."
A suit-at-law, in which Casey acted as Maher"s attorney at this period, required that the letters addressed to his house for Maher should be opened and read; and though the letter D. on the outside might have suggested a caution, Casey either overlooked or misunderstood it, and broke the seal.
Not knowing what to think of this doc.u.ment, which was without signature, and had no clue to the writer except the postmark of Kilgobbin, Casey hastened to lay the letter as it stood before the barrister who conducted Maher"s cause, and to ask his advice. The Right Hon. Paul Hartigan was an ex-Attorney-General of the Tory party--a zealous, active, but somewhat rash member of his party; still in the House, a member for Mallow, and far more eager for the return of his friends to power than the great man who dictated the tactics of the Opposition, and who with more of responsibility could calculate the chances of success.
Paul Hartigan"s estimate of the Whigs was such that it would have in nowise astonished him to discover that Mr. Gladstone was in close correspondence with O"Donovan Rossa, or that Chichester Fortescue had been sworn in as a head-centre. That the whole Cabinet were secretly Papists, and held weekly confession at the feet of Dr. Manning, he was prepared to prove. He did not vouch for Mr. Lowe; but he could produce the form of scapular worn by Mr. Gladstone, and had a facsimile of the scourge by which Mr. Cardwell diurnally chastened his natural instincts.
If, then, he expressed but small astonishment at this "traffic of the Government with rebellion," for so he called it--he lost no time in endeavouring to trace the writer of the letter, and ascertaining, so far as he might, the authenticity of the inclosure.
"It"s all true, Casey," said he, a few days after his receipt of the papers. "The instructions are written by Cecil Walpole, the private secretary of Lord Danesbury. I have obtained several specimens of his writing. There is no attempt at disguise or concealment in this. I have learned, too, that the police-constable Dargan is one of their most trusted agents; and the only thing now to find out is, who is the writer of the letter, for up to this all we know is, the hand is a woman"s."
Now it chanced that when Mr. Hartigan--who had taken great pains and bestowed much time to learn the story of the night attack on Kilgobbin, and wished to make the presence of Mr. Walpole on the scene the ground of a question in Parliament--had consulted the leader of the Opposition on the subject, he had met not only a distinct refusal of aid, but something very like a reproof for his ill-advised zeal. The Honourable Paul, not for the first time disposed to distrust the political loyalty that differed with his own ideas, now declared openly that he would not confide this great disclosure to the lukewarm advocacy of Mr. Disraeli; he would himself lay it before the House, and stand or fall by the result.
If the men who "stand or fall" by any measure were counted, it is to be feared that they usually would be found not only in the category of the latter, but that they very rarely rise again, so very few are the matters which can be determined without some compromise, and so rare are the political questions which comprehend a distinct principle.
What warmed the Hartigan ardour, and, indeed, chafed it to a white heat on this occasion, was to see by the public papers that Daniel Donogan had been fixed on by the men of King"s County as the popular candidate, and a public meeting held at Kilbeggan to declare that the man who should oppose him at the hustings should be p.r.o.nounced the enemy of Ireland. To show that while this man was advertised in the _Hue and Cry_, with an immense reward for his apprehension, he was in secret protected by the Government, who actually condescended to treat with him; what an occasion would this afford for an attack that would revive the memories of Grattan"s scorn and Curran"s sarcasm, and declare to the senate of England that the men who led them were unworthy guardians of the national honour!
CHAPTER L
CROSS-PURPOSES
Whether Walpole found some peculiar difficulty in committing his intentions to writing, or whether the press of business which usually occupied his mornings served as an excuse, or whether he was satisfied with the progress of his suit by his personal a.s.siduities, is not easy to say; but his attentions to Mademoiselle Kostalergi had now a.s.sumed the form which prudent mothers are wont to call "serious," and had already pa.s.sed into that stage where small jealousies begin, and little episodes of anger and discontent are admitted as symptoms of the complaint.
In fact, he had got to think himself privileged to remonstrate against this, and to dictate that--a state, be it observed, which, whatever its effect upon the "lady of his love," makes a man particularly odious to the people around him, and he is singularly fortunate if it make him not ridiculous also.
The docile or submissive was not the remarkable element in Nina"s nature.
She usually resisted advice, and resented anything like dictation from any quarter. Indeed, they who knew her best saw that, however open to casual influences, a direct show of guidance was sure to call up all her spirit of opposition. It was, then, a matter of actual astonishment to all to perceive not only how quietly and patiently she accepted Walpole"s comments and suggestions, but how implicitly she seemed to obey them.
All the little harmless freedoms of manner with d.i.c.k Kearney and O"Shea were now completely given up. No more was there between them that interchange of light persiflage which, presupposing some subject of common interest, is in itself a ground of intimacy.
She ceased to sing the songs that were their favourites. Her walks in the garden after breakfast, where her ready wit and genial pleasantry used to bring her a perfect troop of followers, were abandoned. The little projects of daily pleasure, hitherto her especial province, were changed for a calm subdued demeanour which, though devoid of all depression, wore the impress of a certain thoughtfulness and seriousness.
No man was less observant than old Kearney, and yet even he saw the change at last, and asked Kate what it might mean. "She is not ill, I hope," said he, "or is our humdrum life too wearisome to her?"
"I do not suspect either," said Kate slowly. "I rather believe that as Mr.
Walpole has paid her certain attentions, she has made the changes in her manner in deference to some wishes of his."
"He wants her to be more English, perhaps," said he sarcastically.
"Perhaps so."
"Well, she is not born one of us, but she is like us all the same, and I"ll be sorely grieved if she"ll give up her light-heartedness and her pleasantry to win that c.o.c.kney."
"I think she has won the c.o.c.kney already, sir."
A long low whistle was his reply. At last he said, "I suppose it"s a very grand conquest, and what the world calls "an elegant match"; but may I never see Easter, if I wouldn"t rather she"d marry a fine dashing young fellow over six feet high, like O"Shea there, than one of your gold-chain-and-locket young gentlemen who smile where they ought to laugh, and pick their way through life as a man crosses a stream on stepping-stones."
"Maybe she does not like Mr. O"Shea, sir."
"And do you think she likes the other man? or is it anything else than one of those mercenary attachments that you young ladies understand better, far better, than the most worldly-minded father or mother of us all?"
"Mr. Walpole has not, I believe, any fortune, sir. There is nothing very dazzling in his position or his prospects."
"No. Not amongst his own set, nor with his own people--he is small enough there, I grant you; but when he come down to ours, Kitty, we think him a grandee of Spain; and if he was married into the family, we"d get off all his n.o.ble relations by heart, and soon start talking of our aunt, Lady Such-a-one, and Lord Somebody else, that was our first-cousin, till our neighbours would nearly die out of pure spite. Sitting down in one"s poverty, and thinking over one"s grand relations, is for all the world like Paddy eating his potatoes, and pointing at the red-herring--even the look of what he dare not taste flavours his meal."
"At least, sir, you have found an excuse for our conduct."
"Because we are all sn.o.bs, Kitty; because there is not a bit of honesty or manliness in our nature; and because our women, that need not be bargaining or borrowing--neither p.a.w.nbrokers nor usurers--are just as vulgar-minded as ourselves; and now that we have given twenty millions to get rid of slavery, like to show how they can keep it up in the old country, just out of defiance."
"If you disapprove of Mr. Walpole, sir, I believe it is full time you should say so."
"I neither approve nor disapprove of him. I don"t well know whether I have any right to do either--I mean so far as to influence her choice. He belongs to a sort of men I know as little about as I do of the Choctaw Indians. They have lives and notions and ways all unlike ours. The world is so civil to them that it prepares everything to their taste. If they want to shoot, the birds are cooped up in a cover, and only let fly when they"re ready. When they fish, the salmon are kept prepared to be caught; and if they make love, the young lady is just as ready to rise to the fly, and as willing to be bagged as either. Thank G.o.d, my darling, with all our barbarism, we have not come to that in Ireland."
"Here comes Mr. Walpole now, sir; and if I read his face aright, he has something of importance to say to you." Kate had barely time to leave the room as Walpole came forward with an open telegram and a ma.s.s of papers in his hand.
"May I have a few moments of conversation with you?" said he; and in the tone of his words, and a certain gravity in his manner, Kearney thought he could perceive what the communication portended.
"I am at your orders," said Kearney, and he placed a chair for the other.
"An incident has befallen my life here, Mr. Kearney, which, I grieve to say, may not only colour the whole of my future career, but not impossibly prove the barrier to my pursuit of public life."
Kearney stared at him as he finished speaking, and the two men sat fixedly gazing on each other.
"It is, I hasten to own, the one unpleasant, the one, the only one, disastrous event of a visit full of the happiest memories of my life. Of your generous and graceful hospitality, I cannot say half what I desire--"
"Say nothing about my hospitality," said Kearney, whose irritation as to what the other called a disaster left him no place for any other sentiment; "but just tell me why you count this a misfortune."
"I call a misfortune, sir, what may not only depose me from my office and my station, but withdraw entirely from me the favour and protection of my uncle, Lord Danesbury."
"Then why the devil do you do it?" cried Kearney angrily.
"Why do I do what, sir? I am not aware of any action of mine you should question with such energy."
"I mean, if it only tends to ruin your prospects and disgust your family, why do you persist, sir? I was going to say more, and ask with what face you presume to come and tell these things to _me_?"
"I am really unable to understand you, sir."
"Mayhap, we are both of us in the same predicament," cried Kearney, as he wiped his brow in proof of his confusion.
"Had you accorded me a very little patience, I might, perhaps, have explained myself."
Not trusting himself with a word, Kearney nodded, and the other went on: "The post this morning brought me, among other things, these two newspapers, with penmarks in the margin to direct my attention. This is the _Lily of Londonderry_, a wild Orange print; this the _Banner of Ulster_, a journal of the same complexion. Here is what the _Lily_ says: "Our county member, Sir Jonas Gettering, is now in a position to call the attention of Parliament to a doc.u.ment which will distinctly show how Her Majesty"s Ministers are not only in close correspondence with the leaders of Fenianism, but that Irish rebellion receives its support and comfort from the present Cabinet. Grave as this charge is, and momentous as would be the consequences of such an allegation if unfounded, we repeat that such a doc.u.ment is in existence, and that we who write these lines have held it in our hands and have perused it."
"The _Banner_ copies the paragraph, and adds, "We give all the publicity in our power to a statement which, from our personal knowledge, we can declare to be true. If the disclosures which a debate on this subject must inevitably lead to will not convince Englishmen that Ireland is now governed by a party whose falsehood and subtlety not even Machiavelli himself could justify, we are free to declare we are ready to join the Nationalists to-morrow, and to cry out for a Parliament in College Green, in preference to a Holy Inquisition at Westminster.""