Randal looked, and right up the market-place, followed by an immense throng, moved, high over the heads of all, a Yellow Board, that seemed marching through the air, cometlike:--
Two o"clock p.m.
RESIGNATION OF FAIRFIELD.
YELLOWS!
Vote For
AVENEL AND EGERTON.
(Signed) Timothy Alljack
Yellow Committee Room.
"What infernal treachery is this?" cried Randal, livid with honest indignation.
"Wait a moment; there is Avenel!" exclaimed Levy; and at the head of another procession that emerged from the obscurer lanes of the town, walked, with grave majesty, the surviving Yellow candidate. d.i.c.k disappeared for a moment within a grocer"s shop in the broadest part of the place, and then culminated at the height of a balcony on the first story, just above an enormous yellow canister, significant of the profession and the politics of the householder. No sooner did d.i.c.k, hat in hand, appear on this rostrum, than the two processions halted below, bands ceased, flags drooped round their staves, crowds rushed within hearing, and even the poll clerks sprang from the booth. Randal and Levy themselves pressed into the throng. d.i.c.k on the balcony was the Deus ex machina.
"Freemen and electors!" said d.i.c.k, with his most sonorous accents, "finding that the public opinion of this independent and enlightened const.i.tuency is so evenly divided, that only one Yellow candidate can be returned, and only one Blue has a chance, it was my intention last night to retire from the contest, and thus put an end to all bickerings and ill-blood (Hold your tongues there, can"t you!). I say honestly, I should have preferred the return of my distinguished and talented young nephew--honourable relation--to my own; but he would not hear of it, and talked all our Committee into the erroneous but high-minded notion, that the town would cry shame if the nephew rode into parliament by breaking the back of the uncle." (Loud cheers from the mob, and partial cries of "We "ll have you both!")
"You"ll do no such thing, and you know it; hold your jaw," resumed d.i.c.k, with imperious good-humour. "Let me go on, can"t you?--time presses. In a word, my nephew resolved to retire, if, at two o"clock this day, there was no chance of returning both of us; and there is none. Now, then, the next thing for the Yellows who have not yet voted, is to consider how they will give their second votes. If I had been the man to retire, why, for certain reasons, I should have recommended them to split with Leslie,--a clever chap, and pretty considerable sharp."
"Hear, hear, hear!" cried the baron, l.u.s.tily.
"But I"m bound to say that my nephew has an opinion of his own,--as an independent Britisher, let him be twice your nephew, ought to have; and his opinion goes the other way, and so does that of our Committee."
"Sold!" cried the baron; and some of the crowd shook their heads, and looked grave,--especially those suspected of a wish to be bought.
"Sold! Pretty fellow you with the nosegay in your b.u.t.tonhole to talk of selling! You who wanted to sell your own client,--and you know it. [Levy recoiled.] Why, gentlemen, that"s Levy the Jew, who talks of selling!
And if he asperses the character of this const.i.tuency, I stand here to defend it! And there stands the parish pump, with a handle for the arm of Honesty, and a spout for the lips of Falsehood!"
At the close of this magniloquent period, borrowed, no doubt, from some great American orator, Baron Levy involuntarily retreated towards the shelter of the polling-booth, followed by some frowning Yellows with very menacing gestures.
"But the calumniator sneaks away; leave him to the reproach of his conscience," resumed d.i.c.k, with a generous magnanimity.
"SOLD! [the word rang through the place like the blast of a trumpet]
Sold! No, believe me, not a man who votes for Egerton instead of Fairfield will, so far as I am concerned, be a penny the better--[chilling silence]--or [with a scarce perceivable wink towards the anxious faces of the Hundred and Fifty who filled the background]--or a penny the worse. [Loud cheers from the Hundred and Fifty, and cries of "n.o.ble!"] I don"t like the politics of Mr. Egerton.
But I am not only a politician,--I am a MAN! The arguments of our respected Committee--persons in business, tender husbands, and devoted fathers--have weight with me. I myself am a husband and a father. If a needless contest be prolonged to the last, with all the irritations it engenders, who suffer?--why, the tradesman and the operative.
Partiality, loss of custom, tyrannical demands for house rent, notices to quit,--in a word, the screw!"
"Hear, hear!" and "Give us the Ballot!"
"The Ballot--with all my heart, if I had it about me! And if we had the Ballot, I should like to see a man dare to vote Blue. [Loud cheers from the Yellows.] But, as we have not got it, we must think of our families.
And I may add, that though Mr. Egerton may come again into office, yet [added d.i.c.k solemnly] I will do my best, as his colleague, to keep him straight; and your own enlightenment (for the schoolmaster is abroad) will show him that no minister can brave public opinion, nor quarrel with his own bread and b.u.t.ter. [Much cheering.] In these times the aristocracy must endear themselves to the middle and working cla.s.s; and a member in office has much to give away in the Stamps and Excise, in the Customs, the Post Office, and other State departments in this rotten old--I mean this magnificent empire, by which he can benefit his const.i.tuents, and reconcile the prerogatives of aristocracy with the claims of the people,--more especially in this case, the people of the borough of Lausmere. [Hear, hear!]
"And therefore, sacrificing party inclinations (since it seems that I can in no way promote them) on the Altar of General Good Feeling, I cannot oppose the resignation of my nephew,--honourable relation!--nor blind my eyes to the advantages that may result to a borough so important to the nation at large, if the electors think fit to choose my Right Honourable brother--I mean the Right Honourable Blue candidate--as my brother colleague. Not that I presume to dictate, or express a wish one way or the other; only, as a Family Man, I say to you, Electors and Freemen, having served your country in returning me, you have n.o.bly won the right to think of the little ones at home."
d.i.c.k put his hand to his heart, bowed gracefully, and retired from the balcony amidst unanimous applause.
In three minutes more d.i.c.k had resumed his place in the booth in his quality of candidate. A rush of Yellow electors poured in, hot and fast.
Up came Emanuel Trout, and, in a firm voice, recorded his vote, "Avenel and Egerton." Every man of the Hundred and Fifty so polled. To each question, "Whom do you vote for?" "Avenel and Egerton" knelled on the ears of Randal Leslie with "d.a.m.nable iteration." The young man folded his arms across his breast in dogged despair. Levy had to shake hands for Mr. Egerton with a rapidity that took away his breath. He longed to slink away,--longed to get at L"Estrange, whom he supposed would be as wroth at this turn in the wheel of fortune as himself. But how, as Egerton"s representative, escape from the continuous gripes of those h.o.r.n.y hands? Besides, there stood the parish pump, right in face of the booth, and some huge truculent-looking Yellows loitered round it, as if ready to pounce on him the instant he quitted his present sanctuary.
Suddenly the crowd round the booth receded; Lord L"Estrange"s carriage drove up to the spot, and Harley, stepping from it, a.s.sisted out of the vehicle an old, gray-haired, paralytic man. The old man stared round him, and nodded smilingly to the mob. "I"m here,-I"m come; I"m but a poor creature, but I"m a good Blue to the last!"
"Old John Avenel,--fine old John!" cried many a voice.
And John Avenel, still leaning on Harley"s arm, tottered into the booth, and plumped for "Egerton."
"Shake hands, Father," said d.i.c.k, bending forward, "though you"ll not vote for me."
"I was a Blue before you were born," answered the old man, tremulously; "but I wish you success all the same, and G.o.d bless you, my boy!"
Even the poll-clerks were touched; and when d.i.c.k, leaving his place, was seen by the crowd a.s.sisting Lord L"Estrange to place poor John again in the carriage, that picture of family love in the midst of political difference--of the prosperous, wealthy, energetic son, who, as a boy, had played at marbles in the very kennel, and who had risen in life by his own exertions, and was now virtually M. P. for his native town, tending on the broken-down, aged father, whom even the interests of a son he was so proud of could not win from the colours which he a.s.sociated with truth and rect.i.tude--had such an effect upon the rudest of the mob there present, that you might have heard a pin fall,--till the carriage drove away back to John"s humble home; and then there rose such a tempest of huzzas! John Avenel"s vote for Egerton gave another turn to the vicissitudes of that memorable election. As yet Avenel had been ahead of Audley; but a plumper in favour of Egerton, from Avenel"s own father, set an example and gave an excuse to many a Blue who had not yet voted, and could not prevail on himself to split his vote between d.i.c.k and Audley; and, therefore, several leading tradesmen, who, seeing that Egerton was safe, had previously resolved not to vote at all, came up in the last hour, plumped for Egerton, and carried him to the head of the poll; so that poor John, whose vote, involving that of Mark Fairfield, had secured the first opening in public life to the young ambition of the unknown son-in-law, still contributed to connect with success and triumph, but also with sorrow, and, it may be, with death, the names of the high-born Egerton and the humble Avenel.
The great town-clock strikes the hour of four; the returning officer declares the poll closed; the formal announcement of the result will be made later. But all the town knows that Audley Egerton and Richard Avenel are the members for Lausmere. And flags stream, and drums beat, and men shake each other by the hand heartily; and there is talk of the chairing to-morrow; and the public-houses are crowded; and there is an indistinct hubbub in street and alley, with sudden bursts of uproarious shouting; and the clouds to the west look red and lurid round the sun, which has gone down behind the church tower,--behind the yew-trees that overshadow the quiet grave of Nora Avenel.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
Amidst the darkening shadows of twilight, Randal Leslie walked through Lansmere Park towards the house. He had slunk away before the poll was closed,--crept through bylanes, and plunged into the leafless copses of the earl"s stately pasture-grounds. Amidst the bewilderment of his thoughts--at a loss to conjecture how this strange mischance had befallen him, inclined to ascribe it to Leonard"s influence over Avenel, but suspecting Harley, and half doubtful of Baron Levy--he sought to ascertain what fault of judgment he himself had committed, what wile he had forgotten, what thread in his web he had left ragged and incomplete.
He could discover none. His ability seemed to him unimpeachable,--totus, teres, atque rotundas. And then there came across his breast a sharp pang,--sharper than that of baffled ambition,--the feeling that he had been deceived and bubbled and betrayed. For so vital a necessity to all living men is TRUTH, that the vilest traitor feels amazed and wronged, feels the pillars of the world shaken, when treason recoils on himself.
"That Richard Avenel, whom I trusted, could so deceive me!" murmured Randal, and his lip quivered.
He was still in the midst of the Park, when a man with a yellow c.o.c.kade in his hat, and running fast from the direction of the town, overtook him with a letter, on delivering which the messenger, waiting for no answer, hastened back the way he had come. Randal recognized Avenel"s hand on the address, broke the seal, and read as follows:
(Private and Confidential.)
DEAR LESLIE,--Don"t be down-hearted,--you will know to-night or to-morrow why I have had cause to alter my opinion as to the Right Honourable; and you will see that I could not, as a Family Man, act otherwise than I have done. Though I have not broken my word to you,--for you remember that all the help I promised was dependent on my own resignation, and would go for nothing if Leonard resigned instead,--yet I feel you must think yourself rather bamboozled. But I have been obliged to sacrifice you, from a sense of Family Duty, as you will soon acknowledge. My own nephew is sacrificed also; and I have sacrificed my own concerns, which require the whole man of me for the next year or two at Screwstown. So we are all in the same boat, though you may think you are set adrift by yourself. But I don"t mean to stay in parliament. I shall take the Chiltern Hundreds, pretty considerable soon. And if you keep well with the Blues, I"ll do my best with the Yellows to let you walk over the course in my stead. For I don"t think Leonard will want to stand again. And so a word to the wise,--and you may yet be member for Lansmere.
R. A.
In this letter, Randal, despite all his acuteness, could not detect the honest compunction of the writer. He could at first only look at the worst side of human nature, and fancy that it was a paltry attempt to stifle his just anger and ensure his discretion; but, on second thoughts, it struck him that d.i.c.k might very naturally be glad to be released to his mill, and get a quid pro quo out of Randal, under the comprehensive t.i.tle, "repayment of expenses." Perhaps d.i.c.k was not sorry to wait until Randal"s marriage gave him the means to make the repayment. Nay, perhaps Randal had been thrown over for the present, in order to wring from him better terms in a single election. Thus reasoning, he took comfort from his belief in the mercenary motives of another. True; it might be but a short disappointment. Before the next parliament was a month old, he might yet take his seat in it as member for Lansmere. But all would depend on his marriage with the heiress; he must hasten that.
Meanwhile, it was necessary to knit and gather up all his thought, courage, and presence of mind. How he shrunk from return to Lansmere House,--from facing Egerton, Harley, all. But there was no choice. He would have to make it up with the Blues,--to defend the course he had adopted in the Committee-room. There, no doubt, was Squire Hazeldean awaiting him with the purchase-money for the lands of Rood; there was the Duke di Serrano, restored to wealth and honour; there was his promised bride, the great heiress, on whom depended all that could raise the needy gentleman into wealth and position. Gradually, with the elastic temper that is essential to a systematic schemer, Randal Leslie plucked himself from the pain of brooding over a plot that was defeated, to prepare himself for consummating those that yet seemed so near success. After all, should he fail in regaining Egerton"s favour, Egerton was of use no more. He might rear his head, and face out what some might call "ingrat.i.tude," provided he could but satisfy the Blue Committee. Dull dogs, how could he fail to do that! He could easily talk over the Machiavellian sage. He should have small difficulty in explaining all to the content of Audley"s distant brother, the squire.
Harley alone--but Levy had so positively a.s.sured him that Harley was not sincerely anxious for Egerton; and as to the more important explanation relative to Peschiera, surely what had satisfied Violante"s father ought to satisfy a man who had no peculiar right to demand explanations at all; and if these explanations did not satisfy, the onus to disprove them must rest with Harley; and who or what could contradict Randal"s plausible a.s.sertions,--a.s.sertions in support of which he himself could summon a witness in Baron Levy? Thus nerving himself to all that could task his powers, Randal Leslie crossed the threshold of Lansmere House, and in the hall he found the baron awaiting him.
"I can"t account," said Levy, "for what has gone so cross in this confounded election. It is L"Estrange that puzzles me; but I know that he hates Egerton. I know that he will prove that hate by one mode of revenge, if he has lost it in another. But it is well, Randal, that you are secure of Hazeldean"s money and the rich heiress"s hand; otherwise--"
"Otherwise, what?"
"I should wash my hands of you, mon cher; for, in spite of all your cleverness, and all I have tried to do for you, somehow or other I begin to suspect that your talents will never secure your fortune. A carpenter"s son beats you in public speaking, and a vulgar mill-owner tricks you in private negotiation. Decidedly, as yet, Randal Leslie, you are--a failure. And, as you so admirably said, "a man from whom we have nothing to hope or fear we must blot out of the map of the future.""
Randal"s answer was cut short by the appearance of the groom of the chambers.
"My Lord is in the saloon, and requests you and Mr. Leslie will do him the honour to join him there." The two gentlemen followed the servant up the broad stairs.