LORD SALISBURY (pointing to his waistcoat): "My figure is not adapted for the narrow seats in your peers" gallery, but I can a.s.sure you you are doing me an injustice. I was one of the first to predict, both in private and in public, that Mr. Asquith would have a very great future. I see no one of his generation, or even among the younger men, at all comparable to him. Will you not gratify my curiosity by telling me what he thinks of my son Hugh"s speaking?"
I was luckily able to say that my husband considered Lord Hugh Cecil the best speaker in the House of Commons and indeed anywhere, at which Lord Salisbury remarked:
"Do you think he would say so if he heard him speak on subjects other than the Church?"
I a.s.sured him that he had heard him on Free Trade and many subjects and that his opinion remained unchanged. He thought that, if they could unknot themselves and cover more ground, both he and his brother, Bob Cecil, had great futures.
I asked Lord Salisbury if he had ever heard Chamberlain speak (Chamberlain was Secretary of State for the Colonies at the time).
LORD SALISBURY: "It is curious you should ask me this. I heard him for the first time this afternoon."
MARGOT: "Where did you hear him? And what was he speaking about?"
LORD SALISBURY: "I heard him at Grosvenor House. Let me see...what was he speaking about? ... (reflectively) Australian washer- women? I think...or some such thing. ..."
MARGOT: "What did you think of it?"
LORD SALISBURY: "He seems a good, business-like speaker."
MARGOT: "I suppose at this moment Mr. Chamberlain is as much hated as Gladstone ever was?"
LORD SALISBURY: "There is a difference. Mr. Gladstone was hated, but he was very much loved. Does any one love Mr. Chamberlain?"
One day after this conversation he came to see me, bringing with him a signed photograph of himself. We of the Liberal Party were much exercised over the shadow of Protection which had been presented to us by Mr. Ritchie, the then Chancellor of the Exchequer, putting a tax upon corn; and the Conservative Party, with Mr. Balfour as its Prime Minister, was not doing well. We opened the conversation upon his nephew and the fiscal question.
I was shocked by his apparent detachment and said:
"But do you mean to tell me you don"t think there is any danger of England becoming Protectionist?"
LORD SALISBURY (with a sweet smile): "Not the slightest! There will always be a certain number of foolish people who will be Protectionists, but they will easily be overpowered by the wise ones. Have you ever known a man of first-rate intellect in this country who was a Protectionist?"
MARGOT: "I never thought of it, but Lord Milner is the only one I can think of for the moment."
He entirely agreed with me and said:
"No, you need not be anxious. Free Trade will always win against Protection in this country. This will not be the trouble of the future."
MARGOT: "Then what will be?"
LORD SALISBURY: "The House of Lords is the difficulty that I foresee."
I was surprised and incredulous and said quietly:
"Dear Lord Salisbury, I have heard of the House of Lords all my life! But, stupid as it has been, no one will ever have the power to alter it. Why do you prophesy that it will cause trouble?"
LORD SALISBURY: "You may think me vain, Mrs. Asquith, but, as long as I am there, nothing will happen. I understand my lords thoroughly; but, when I go, mistakes will be made: the House of Lords will come into conflict with the Commons."
MARGOT: "You should have taught it better ways! I am afraid it must be your fault!"
LORD SALISBURY (smiling): "Perhaps; but what do YOU think will be the next subject of controversy?"
MARGOT: "If what you say is true and Protection IS impossible in this country, I think the next row will be over the Church of England; it is in a bad way."
I proceeded to denounce the constant building of churches while the parsons" pay was so cruelly small. I said that few good men could afford to go into the Church at all; and the a.s.sumed voices, both in the reading and in the preaching, got on the nerves of every one who cared to listen to such a degree that the churches were becoming daily duller and emptier.
He listened with patience to all this and then got up and said:
"Now I must go; I shall not see you again."
Something in his voice made me look at him.
"You aren"t ill, are you?" I asked with apprehension.
To which he replied:
"I am going into the country."
I never saw him again and, when I heard of his death, I regretted I had not seen him oftener.
CHAPTER VIII
THE BEAUTIFUL KATE VAUGHAN--COACHED BY COQUELIN IN MOLIERE-- ROSEBERY"S POPULARITY AND ELOQUENCE--CAMPBELL-BANNERMAN BON-VIVANT AND BOULEVARDIER--BALFOUR"S MOT; HIS CHARM AND WIT; HIS TASTES AND PREFERENCES; HIS RELIGIOUS SPECULATION
The next Prime Minister, whom I knew better than either Mr.
Gladstone or Lord Salisbury, was Lord Rosebery.
When I was a little girl, my mother took us to stay at Thomas"s Hotel, Berkeley Square, to have a course of dancing lessons from the fashionable and famous M. d"Egville. These lessons put me in high spirits, because my master told me I could always make a living on the stage. His remarks were justified by a higher authority ten years later: the beautiful Kate Vaughan of the Gaiety Theatre.
I made her acquaintance in this way: I was a good amateur actress and with the help of Miss Annie Schletter, a friend of mine who is on the English stage now, I thought we might act Moliere"s Precieuses ridicules together for a charity matinee. Coquelin--the finest actor of Moliere that ever lived--was performing in London at the time and promised he would not only coach me in my part but lend his whole company for our performance. He gave me twelve lessons and I worked hard for him. He was intensely particular; and I was more nervous over these lessons than I ever felt riding over high timber. My father was so delighted at what Coquelin said to him about me and my acting that he bought a fine early copy of Moliere"s plays which he made me give him. I enclose his letter of refusal:
MY DEAREST LITTLE MARGOT,
Je suis tres mecontent de vous. Je croyais que vous me traitiez tout a fait en ami, car c"etait en ami que j"avais accepte de vous offrir quelques indications sur les Precieuses...et voila que vous m"envoyez un enorme cadeau...imprudence d"abord parce que j"ai tous les beaux Moliere qui existent et ensuite parce qu"il ne fallait pas envoyer ombre de quoi que ce soit a votre ami Coq.
Je vais tout faire, malgre cela, pour aller vous voir un instant au"jourd"hui, mais je ne suis pas certain d"y parvenir.
Remerciez votre amie Madelon et dites-lui bien qu"elle non plus ne me doit absolument rien.
J"aime mieux un tout pet.i.t peu de la plus legere grat.i.tude que n"importe quoi. Conservez, ma chere Margot, un bon souvenir de ce pet.i.t travail qui a du vous amuser beaucoup et qui nous a reunis dans les meilleurs sentiments du monde; continuons nous cette sympathie que je trouve moi tout a fait exquise--et croyez qu"en la continuant de votre cote, vous serez mille fois plus que quitte envers votre tres devoue
COQ.
Coquelin the younger was our stage-manager, and acted the princ.i.p.al part. When it was over and the curtain went down, "Freddy Wellesley"s [Footnote: The Hon. F. Wellesley, a famous bean and the husband of Kate Vaughan.] band" was playing Strauss valses in the entr"acve, while the audience was waiting for Kate Vaughan to appear in a short piece called The Dancing Lesson, the most beautiful solo dance ever seen. I was alone on the stage and, thinking that no one could see me, I slipped off my Moliere hoop of flowered silk and let myself go, in lace petticoats, to the wonderful music. Suddenly I heard a rather c.o.c.kney voice say from the wings: