Her tastes were more literary than those of Sydney, but success was as sweet to her as to him. The zest with which she worked was also in part due to the rector"s teaching; but, by the strange workings-out of influence and tendency, it had chanced that the rector"s carelessness and neglect had been the factors that disciplined a nature both strong and sweet into forgetfulness of self and absorption in work rather than its rewards.
But already Nature had begun with Sydney Campion her grand process of amelioration, which she applies (when we let her have her way) to all men and women, most systematically to those who need it most, securing an entrance to their souls by their very vices and weaknesses, and invariably supplying the human instrument or the effective circ.u.mstances which are best calculated to work her purpose. Such beneficent work of Nature may be called, as it was called by the older writers, the Hand of G.o.d.
Sydney"s great and overweening fault was that form of "moral stupidity"
which we term selfishness. Something of it may have come with the faculties which he had inherited--in tendencies and inclinations mysteriously a.s.sociated with his physical conformation; much had been added thereto by the indulgence of his parents, by the pride of his university triumphs, and by the misfortune of his a.s.sociation in London with men who aggravated instead of modifying the faults of his natural disposition. The death of his father had produced a good effect for the time, and made him permanently more considerate of his mother"s and sister"s welfare. But a greater and still more permanent effect seemed likely to be produced on him now, for he had opened his heart to the influences of a pure and elevating affection; and for almost the first time there entered into his mind a gradually increasing feeling of contrition and remorse for certain past phases of his life which he knew to be both unworthy in themselves and disloyal (if persisted in) to the woman whom he hoped to make his wife. By a determined effort of will, he cut one knot which he could not untie, but, his thoughts being still centred upon himself, he considered his own rights and needs almost entirely in the matter, and did not trouble himself much about the rights or needs of the other person concerned. He had broken free, and was disposed to congratulate himself upon his freedom; vowing, meanwhile, that he would never put himself into any bonds again except the safe and honorable bonds of marriage.
Thus freed, he went down with Dalton to Angleford for the Easter recess, which fell late that year. He seemed particularly cheery and confident, although Dalton noticed a slight shade of gloom or anxiety upon his brow from time to time, and put it down to his uncertainty as to the Pynsents" acceptance of his attentions to Miss Anna Pynsent, which were already noticed and talked about in society. Sydney was a rising man, but it was thought that Sir John might look higher for his beautiful young sister.
The Parliamentary success of the new member for Vanebury had been as great as his most reasonable friends antic.i.p.ated for him, if not quite as meteoric as one or two flatterers had predicted. Meteoric success in the House of Commons is not, indeed, so rare as it was twenty years ago, for the studied rhetoric which served our great-grandfathers in their ambitious pursuit of notoriety has given place to the arts of audacity, innovation, and the sublime courage of youthful insolence, which have occasionally worked wonders in our own day.
Sydney had long been a close observer of the methods by which men gained the ear of the House, and he had learned one or two things that were very useful to him now that he was able to turn them to account.
"We have put the golden age behind us," he said one day to Dalton, with the a.s.sured and confident air which gave him so much of his power amongst men, "and also the silver age, and the age of bra.s.s. We are living in the great newspaper age, and, if a public man wants to get into a foremost place before he has begun to lose his teeth, he must play steadily to the readers of the daily journals. In my small way I have done this already, and now I am in the House, I shall make it my business to study and humor, to some extent, the many-faced monster who reads and reflects himself in the press. In other times a man had to work himself up in _Hansard_ and the Standing Orders, to watch and imitate the old Parliamentary hands, to listen for the whip and follow close at heel; but, as I have often heard you say, we have changed all that. Whatever else a man may do or leave undone, he must keep himself in evidence; it is more important to be talked and written about constantly than to be highly praised once in six months. I don"t know any other way of working the oracle than by doing or saying something every day, clever or foolish, which will have a chance of getting into print."
He spoke half in jest, yet he evidently more than half meant what he said.
"At any rate, you have some recent instances to support your theory,"
Dalton said, with a smile. They were lighting their cigars, preparatory to playing a fresh game of billiards, but Sydney was so much interested in the conversation, that, instead of taking up his cue, he stood with his back to the fire and continued it.
"Precisely so--there can be no doubt about it. Look at Flumley, and Warrington, and Middlemist--three of our own fellows, without going any further. What is there in them to command success, except not deserving it, and knowing that they don"t? The modest merit and perseverance business is quite played out for any man of spirit. The only line to take in these days is that of cheek, pluck, and devil-may-care."
"Do you know, Campion, you have grown very cynical of late?" said Brooke Dalton, rather more gravely than usual. "I have been rather disposed to take some blame to myself for my share in the heartless kind of talk that used to go on at the Oligarchy. I and Pynsent were your sponsors there, I remember. You may think this an odd thing to say, but the fact is I am becoming something of a fogy, I suppose, in my ideas, and I daresay you"ll tell me that the change is not for the better."
"I don"t know about that," said Sydney, lightly. "Perhaps it is for the better, after all. You see, _you_ are now laying yourself out to persuade your fellowmen that you can cure them of all the ills that flesh is heir to! But I"ll tell you what I have noticed, old man, and what others beside me have noticed. We miss you up in town. You never come to the Club now. The men say you must be ill, or married, or breaking up, or under petticoat government--all stuff and nonsense, you know; but that is what they say."
"They can"t be all right," said Brooke, with a rather embarra.s.sed laugh, "but some of them may be." He made a perfectly needless excursion across the room to fetch a cue from the rack that he did not want, while Sydney smoked on and watched him with amused and rather curious eyes. "I suppose I am a little under petticoat government," said Dalton, examining his cue with interest, and then laying it down on the table, "as you may see for yourself. But my sister manages everything so cleverly that I don"t mind answering to the reins and letting her get me well in hand."
"No one ever had a better excuse for submitting to petticoat government.
But you know what is always thought of a man when he begins to give up his club."
"I am afraid it can"t be helped. Then again--perhaps there is another reason. Edith, you know, has a little place of her own, about a mile from here, and she tells me that she will not keep house for me much longer--even to rescue me from club life. The fact is, she wants me to marry."
"Oh, now I see it all; you have let the cat out the bag! And you are going to humor her in that, too?"
"Well, I hardly think I should marry just to humor my sister. But--who knows? She is always at me, and a continual dropping----"
"Wears away the stony heart of Brooke Dalton. Why, what a converted clubbist you will be!"
"There was always a corner of my heart, Campion, in which I rebelled against our bachelor"s paradise at the Oligarchy--and you would have opened your eyes if you could have seen into that corner through the smoke and gossip of the old days in Pall Mall."
"The old days of six months ago!" said Sydney, good-humoredly.
"Do you know that Edith and I are going abroad next week?"
The question sounded abrupt, but Dalton had not the air of a man who wants to turn the conversation.
"No," said Sydney, in some surprise. "Where are you going?"
"Well, Edith wants to go to Italy, and I should not wonder if we were to come across a cousin of mine, Mrs. Hartley, who is now at Florence. You know her, I believe?"
"I hardly know her, but I have heard a good deal about her. She has been very kind to my sister--nursed her through a long illness, and looked after her in the most generous manner possible. I am under great obligations to Mrs. Hartley. I hope you will say so to her if you meet."
"All right. Anything else I can do for you? No doubt we shall see your sister. We are old friends, you know. And I have met her several times at my cousin"s this winter."
"At those wonderful Sunday gatherings of hers?"
"I dropped in casually one day, and found Miss Campion there--and I admit that I went pretty regularly afterwards, in the hope of improving the acquaintance. If I were to tell you that I am going to Florence now for precisely the same reason, would you, as her brother, wish me good speed, or advise me to keep away?"
"Wish you good speed?"
"Why, yes! Is not my meaning clear?"
"My dear Dalton, you have taken me absolutely by surprise," said Sydney, laying down his cigar. "But, if I understand you aright, I do wish you good speed, and with all my heart."
"Mind," said Dalton hurriedly, "I have not the least idea what my reception is likely to be. I"m afraid I have not the ghost of a chance."
"I hope you will be treated as you deserve," said Sydney, rather resenting this constructive imputation on his sister"s taste. Privately, he thought there was no doubt about the matter, and was delighted with the prospect of so effectually crushing the gossip that still hung about Lettice"s name. The memory of Alan Walcott"s affairs was strong in the minds of both men as they paused in their conversation, but neither chose to allude to him in words.
"I could settle down here with the greatest pleasure imaginable, under some circ.u.mstances," said Brooke Dalton, with a faint smile irradiating his fair, placid, well-featured countenance. "Do you think your sister would like to be so near her old home?"
"I think she would consider it an advantage. She was always fond of Angleford. Your wife will be a happy woman, Dalton, whoever she may be--sua si bona norit!"
"Well, I"m glad I spoke to you," said Brooke, with an air of visible relief. "Edith knows all about it, and is delighted. How the time flies!
We can"t have a game before dinner, I"m afraid. Must you go to-morrow, Campion?"
"It is necessary. The House meets at four; and besides, I have arranged to meet Sir John Pynsent earlier in the day. I want to have a little talk with him."
"To put his fate to the touch, I suppose," meditated Brooke, glancing at Sydney"s face, which had suddenly grown a little grave. "I suppose it would be premature to say anything--I think," he said aloud, "that we almost ought to be dressing now."
"Yes, we"ve only left ourselves ten minutes. I say, Dalton, now I think of it, I"ll give you a letter to my sister, if you"ll be kind enough to deliver it."
"All right."
"There will be no hurry about it. Give it to her whenever you like. I think it would be serviceable, and I suppose you can trust my discretion; but, understand me--you can deliver the letter or not, as seems good to you when you are with her. I"ll write it to-night, and let you have it to-morrow morning before I go."
It would not have occurred to Brooke Dalton to ask for a letter of recommendation when he went a-courting, but Sydney"s words did not strike him as incongruous at the time, and he was simple enough to believe that a brother"s influence would weigh with a woman of Lettice"s calibre in the choice of a partner for life.
Sydney delivered the letter into his keeping next day, and then went up to town, where he was to meet Sir John Pynsent at the Club.
Dalton had been mistaken when he conjectured that Sydney"s intentions were to consult Sir John about his pretension to Miss Pynsent"s hand.
Sydney had not yet got so far. He had made up his mind that he wanted Anna Pynsent for a wife more than he had ever wanted any woman in the world; and the encouragement that he had received from Sir John and Lady Pynsent made him conscious that they were not very likely to deny his suit. And yet he paused. It seemed to him that he would like a longer interval to pa.s.s before he asked Nan Pynsent to marry him--a longer s.p.a.ce in which to put away certain memories and fears which became more bitter to him every time that they recurred.
It was simply a few words on political matters that he wanted with Sir John; but they had the room to themselves, and Sydney was hardly surprised to find that the conversation had speedily drifted round to personal topics, and that the baronet was detailing his plans for the autumn, and asking Sydney to form one of his house-party in September.
Sydney hesitated in replying. He thought to himself that he should not care to go unless he was sure that Miss Pynsent meant to accept him.
Perhaps Sir John attributed his hesitation to its real cause, for he said, more heartily than ever.
"We all want you, you know. Nan is dying to talk over your const.i.tuents with you. She has got some Workmen"s Club on hand that she wants the member to open, with an appropriate speech, so you had better prepare yourself."
"Miss Pynsent is interested in the Vanebury workmen. I shall be delighted to help at any time."