"Exactly: that makes it so annoying that Brooke should have put a man who has a sort of connection with the family in a position of that kind. For my part, I think Ladislaw is rather a fool for accepting."
"It is Aquinas"s fault," said Mrs. Cadwallader. "Why didn"t he use his interest to get Ladislaw made an attache or sent to India? That is how families get rid of troublesome sprigs."
"There is no knowing to what lengths the mischief may go," said Sir James, anxiously. "But if Casaubon says nothing, what can I do?"
"Oh my dear Sir James," said the Rector, "don"t let us make too much of all this. It is likely enough to end in mere smoke. After a month or two Brooke and this Master Ladislaw will get tired of each other; Ladislaw will take wing; Brooke will sell the "Pioneer," and everything will settle down again as usual."
"There is one good chance-that he will not like to feel his money oozing away," said Mrs. Cadwallader. "If I knew the items of election expenses I could scare him. It"s no use plying him with wide words like Expenditure: I wouldn"t talk of phlebotomy, I would empty a pot of leeches upon him. What we good stingy people don"t like, is having our sixpences sucked away from us."
"And he will not like having things raked up against him," said Sir James. "There is the management of his estate. They have begun upon that already. And it really is painful for me to see. It is a nuisance under one"s very nose. I do think one is bound to do the best for one"s land and tenants, especially in these hard times."
"Perhaps the "Trumpet" may rouse him to make a change, and some good may come of it all," said the Rector. "I know I should be glad. I should hear less grumbling when my t.i.the is paid. I don"t know what I should do if there were not a modus in Tipton."
"I want him to have a proper man to look after things-I want him to take on Garth again," said Sir James. "He got rid of Garth twelve years ago, and everything has been going wrong since. I think of getting Garth to manage for me-he has made such a capital plan for my buildings; and Lovegood is hardly up to the mark. But Garth would not undertake the Tipton estate again unless Brooke left it entirely to him."
"In the right of it too," said the Rector. "Garth is an independent fellow: an original, simple-minded fellow. One day, when he was doing some valuation for me, he told me point-blank that clergymen seldom understood anything about business, and did mischief when they meddled; but he said it as quietly and respectfully as if he had been talking to me about sailors. He would make a different parish of Tipton, if Brooke would let him manage. I wish, by the help of the "Trumpet," you could bring that round."
"If Dorothea had kept near her uncle, there would have been some chance," said Sir James. "She might have got some power over him in time, and she was always uneasy about the estate. She had wonderfully good notions about such things. But now Casaubon takes her up entirely. Celia complains a good deal. We can hardly get her to dine with us, since he had that fit." Sir James ended with a look of pitying disgust, and Mrs. Cadwallader shrugged her shoulders as much as to say that she was not likely to see anything new in that direction.
"Poor Casaubon!" the Rector said. "That was a nasty attack. I thought he looked shattered the other day at the Archdeacon"s."
"In point of fact," resumed Sir James, not choosing to dwell on "fits," "Brooke doesn"t mean badly by his tenants or any one else, but he has got that way of paring and clipping at expenses."
"Come, that"s a blessing," said Mrs. Cadwallader. "That helps him to find himself in a morning. He may not know his own opinions, but he does know his own pocket."
"I don"t believe a man is in pocket by stinginess on his land," said Sir James.
"Oh, stinginess may be abused like other virtues: it will not do to keep one"s own pigs lean," said Mrs. Cadwallader, who had risen to look out of the window. "But talk of an independent politician and he will appear."
"What! Brooke?" said her husband.
"Yes. Now, you ply him with the "Trumpet," Humphrey; and I will put the leeches on him. What will you do, Sir James?"
"The fact is, I don"t like to begin about it with Brooke, in our mutual position; the whole thing is so unpleasant. I do wish people would behave like gentlemen," said the good baronet, feeling that this was a simple and comprehensive programme for social well-being.
"Here you all are, eh?" said Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and shaking hands. "I was going up to the Hall by-and-by, Chettam. But it"s pleasant to find everybody, you know. Well, what do you think of things?-going on a little fast! It was true enough, what Lafitte said-"Since yesterday, a century has pa.s.sed away:"-they"re in the next century, you know, on the other side of the water. Going on faster than we are."
"Why, yes," said the Rector, taking up the newspaper. "Here is the "Trumpet" accusing you of lagging behind-did you see?"
"Eh? no," said Mr. Brooke, dropping his gloves into his hat and hastily adjusting his eye-gla.s.s. But Mr. Cadwallader kept the paper in his hand, saying, with a smile in his eyes-
"Look here! all this is about a landlord not a hundred miles from Middlemarch, who receives his own rents. They say he is the most retrogressive man in the county. I think you must have taught them that word in the "Pioneer.""
"Oh, that is Keck-an illiterate fellow, you know. Retrogressive, now! Come, that"s capital. He thinks it means destructive: they want to make me out a destructive, you know," said Mr. Brooke, with that cheerfulness which is usually sustained by an adversary"s ignorance.
"I think he knows the meaning of the word. Here is a sharp stroke or two. If we had to describe a man who is retrogressive in the most evil sense of the word-we should say, he is one who would dub himself a reformer of our const.i.tution, while every interest for which he is immediately responsible is going to decay: a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be hanged, but does not mind five honest tenants being half-starved: a man who shrieks at corruption, and keeps his farms at rack-rent: who roars himself red at rotten boroughs, and does not mind if every field on his farms has a rotten gate: a man very open-hearted to Leeds and Manchester, no doubt; he would give any number of representatives who will pay for their seats out of their own pockets: what he objects to giving, is a little return on rent-days to help a tenant to buy stock, or an outlay on repairs to keep the weather out at a tenant"s barn-door or make his house look a little less like an Irish cottier"s. But we all know the wag"s definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance. And so on. All the rest is to show what sort of legislator a philanthropist is likely to make," ended the Rector, throwing down the paper, and clasping his hands at the back of his head, while he looked at Mr. Brooke with an air of amused neutrality.
"Come, that"s rather good, you know," said Mr. Brooke, taking up the paper and trying to bear the attack as easily as his neighbor did, but coloring and smiling rather nervously; "that about roaring himself red at rotten boroughs-I never made a speech about rotten boroughs in my life. And as to roaring myself red and that kind of thing-these men never understand what is good satire. Satire, you know, should be true up to a certain point. I recollect they said that in "The Edinburgh" somewhere-it must be true up to a certain point."
"Well, that is really a hit about the gates," said Sir James, anxious to tread carefully. "Dagley complained to me the other day that he hadn"t got a decent gate on his farm. Garth has invented a new pattern of gate-I wish you would try it. One ought to use some of one"s timber in that way."
"You go in for fancy farming, you know, Chettam," said Mr. Brooke, appearing to glance over the columns of the "Trumpet." "That"s your hobby, and you don"t mind the expense."
"I thought the most expensive hobby in the world was standing for Parliament," said Mrs. Cadwallader. "They said the last unsuccessful candidate at Middlemarch-Giles, wasn"t his name?-spent ten thousand pounds and failed because he did not bribe enough. What a bitter reflection for a man!"
"Somebody was saying," said the Rector, laughingly, "that East Retford was nothing to Middlemarch, for bribery."
"Nothing of the kind," said Mr. Brooke. "The Tories bribe, you know: Hawley and his set bribe with treating, hot codlings, and that sort of thing; and they bring the voters drunk to the poll. But they are not going to have it their own way in future-not in future, you know. Middlemarch is a little backward, I admit-the freemen are a little backward. But we shall educate them-we shall bring them on, you know. The best people there are on our side."
"Hawley says you have men on your side who will do you harm," remarked Sir James. "He says Bulstrode the banker will do you harm."
"And that if you got pelted," interposed Mrs. Cadwallader, "half the rotten eggs would mean hatred of your committee-man. Good heavens! Think what it must be to be pelted for wrong opinions. And I seem to remember a story of a man they pretended to chair and let him fall into a dust-heap on purpose!"
"Pelting is nothing to their finding holes in one"s coat," said the Rector. "I confess that"s what I should be afraid of, if we parsons had to stand at the hustings for preferment. I should be afraid of their reckoning up all my fishing days. Upon my word, I think the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with."
"The fact is," said Sir James, "if a man goes into public life he must be prepared for the consequences. He must make himself proof against calumny."
"My dear Chettam, that is all very fine, you know," said Mr. Brooke. "But how will you make yourself proof against calumny? You should read history-look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know. But what is that in Horace?-"fiat just.i.tia, ruat ... something or other."
"Exactly," said Sir James, with a little more heat than usual. "What I mean by being proof against calumny is being able to point to the fact as a contradiction."
"And it is not martyrdom to pay bills that one has run into one"s self," said Mrs. Cadwallader.
But it was Sir James"s evident annoyance that most stirred Mr. Brooke. "Well, you know, Chettam," he said, rising, taking up his hat and leaning on his stick, "you and I have a different system. You are all for outlay with your farms. I don"t want to make out that my system is good under all circ.u.mstances-under all circ.u.mstances, you know."
"There ought to be a new valuation made from time to time," said Sir James. "Returns are very well occasionally, but I like a fair valuation. What do you say, Cadwallader?"
"I agree with you. If I were Brooke, I would choke the "Trumpet" at once by getting Garth to make a new valuation of the farms, and giving him carte blanche about gates and repairs: that"s my view of the political situation," said the Rector, broadening himself by sticking his thumbs in his armholes, and laughing towards Mr. Brooke.
"That"s a showy sort of thing to do, you know," said Mr. Brooke. "But I should like you to tell me of another landlord who has distressed his tenants for arrears as little as I have. I let the old tenants stay on. I"m uncommonly easy, let me tell you, uncommonly easy. I have my own ideas, and I take my stand on them, you know. A man who does that is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and that kind of thing. When I change my line of action, I shall follow my own ideas."
After that, Mr. Brooke remembered that there was a packet which he had omitted to send off from the Grange, and he bade everybody hurriedly good-by.
"I didn"t want to take a liberty with Brooke," said Sir James; "I see he is nettled. But as to what he says about old tenants, in point of fact no new tenant would take the farms on the present terms."
"I have a notion that he will be brought round in time," said the Rector. "But you were pulling one way, Elinor, and we were pulling another. You wanted to frighten him away from expense, and we want to frighten him into it. Better let him try to be popular and see that his character as a landlord stands in his way. I don"t think it signifies two straws about the "Pioneer," or Ladislaw, or Brooke"s speechifying to the Middlemarchers. But it does signify about the parishioners in Tipton being comfortable."
"Excuse me, it is you two who are on the wrong tack," said Mrs. Cadwallader. "You should have proved to him that he loses money by bad management, and then we should all have pulled together. If you put him a-horseback on politics, I warn you of the consequences. It was all very well to ride on sticks at home and call them ideas."
CHAPTER x.x.xIX.
"If, as I have, you also doe, Vertue attired in woman see, And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She;
And if this love, though placed so, From prophane men you hide, Which will no faith on this bestow, Or, if they doe, deride: