"I thought the performance remarkable," I said honestly.
"Oh, but it was not," he answered scornfully. "The moment that dun-coloured Irishman gets up, the whole government pack begins to whine and shiver. There are men I went to school with I fear more than Burke.
But you don"t like to see the champion of America come off second best.
Is that what you"re thinking?"
"No. But I was wondering why you have devoted your talents to the devil," I said, amazed at my boldness.
He glanced at me, and half laughed again.
"You are cursed frank," said he; "d.a.m.ned frank."
"But you invited it."
"Yes," he replied, "so I did. Give me a man who is honest. Fill up again," said he; "and spit out all you would like to say, Richard."
"Then," said I, "why do you waste your time and your breath in defending a crew of political brigands and placemen, and a king who knows not the meaning of the word grat.i.tude, and who has no use for a man of ability?
You have honoured me with your friendship, Charles Fox, and I may take the liberty to add that you seem to love power more than spoils. You have originality. You are honest enough to think and act upon your own impulses. And pardon me if I say you have very little chance on that side of the house where you have put yourself."
"You seem to have picked up a trifle since you came into England," he said. "A d.a.m.ned shrewd estimate, I"ll be sworn. And for a colonial! But, as for power," he added a little doggedly, "I have it in plenty, and the kind I like. The King and North hate and fear me already more than Wilkes."
"And with more cause," I replied warmly. "His Majesty perhaps knows that you understand him better, and foresees the time when a man of your character will give him cause to fear indeed."
He did not answer that, but called for a reckoning; and taking my arm again, we walked out past the sleeping houses.
"Have you ever thought much of the men we have in the colonies?" I asked.
"No," he replied; "Chatham stands for "em, and I hate Chatham on my father"s account. That is reason enough for me."
"You should come back to America with me," I said. "And when you had rested awhile at Carvel Hall, I would ride with you through the length of the provinces from Ma.s.sachusetts to North Carolina. You will see little besides hard-working, self-respecting Englishmen, loyal to a king who deserves loyalty as little as Louis of France. But with their eyes open, and despite the course he has taken. They are men whose measure of resolution is not guessed at."
He was silent again until we had got into Piccadilly and opposite his lodgings.
"Are they all like you?" he demanded.
"Who?" said I. For I had forgotten my words.
"The Americans."
"The greater part feel as I do."
"I suppose you are for bed," he remarked abruptly.
"The night is not yet begun," I answered, repeating his favourite words, and pointing at the glint of the sun on the windows.
"What do you say to a drive behind those chestnuts of mine, for a breath of air? I have just got my new cabriolet Selwyn ordered in Paris."
Soon we were rattling over the stones in Piccadilly, wrapped in greatcoats, for the morning wind was cold. We saw the Earl of March and Ruglen getting out of a chair before his house, opposite the Green Park, and he stopped swearing at the chairmen to wave at us.
"h.e.l.lo, March!" Mr. Fox said affably, "you"re drunk."
His Lordship smiled, bowed graciously if unsteadily to me, and did not appear to resent the pleasantry. Then he sighed.
"What a pair of cubs it is," said he; "I wish to G.o.d I was young again.
I hear you astonished the world again last night, Charles."
We left him being a.s.sisted into his residence by a sleepy footman, paid our toll at Hyde Park Corner, and rolled onward toward Kensington, Fox laughing as we pa.s.sed the empty park at the thought of what had so lately occurred there. After the close night of St. Stephen"s, nature seemed doubly beautiful. The sun slanted over the water in the gardens in bars of green and gold. The bright new leaves were on the trees, and the morning dew had brought with it the smell of the living earth. We pa.s.sed the stream of market wagons lumbering along, pulled by st.u.r.dy, patient farm-horses, driven by smocked countrymen, who touched their caps to the fine gentlemen of the court end of town; who shook their heads and exchanged deep tones over the whims of quality, unaccountable as the weather. But one big-chested fellow arrested his salute, a scowl came over his face, and he shouted back to the wagoner whose horses were munching his hay:
"Hi, Jeems, keep down yere hands. Mr. Fox is noo friend of we."
This brought a hard smile on Mr. Fox"s face.
"I believe, Richard," he said, "I have become more detested than any man in Parliament."
"And justly," I replied; "for you have fought all that is good in you."
"I was mobbed once, in Parliament Street. I thought they would kill me.
Have you ever been mobbed, Richard?" he asked indifferently.
"Never, I thank Heaven," I answered fervently.
"I think I would rather be mobbed than indulge in any amus.e.m.e.nt I know of," he continued. "Than confound Wedderburn, or drive a measure against Burke,--which is no bad sport, my word on"t. I would rather be mobbed than have my horse win at Newmarket. There is a keen pleasure you wot not of, my lad, in listening to Billingsgate and Spitalfields howl maledictions upon you. And no sensation I know of is equal to that of the moment when the mud and sticks and oranges are coming through the windows of your coach, when the dirty weavers are clutching at your ruffles and shaking their filthy fists under your nose."
"It is, at any rate, strictly an aristocratic pleasure," I a.s.sented, laughing.
So we came to Holland House. Its wide fields of sprouting corn, its woods and pastures and orchards in blossom, were smiling that morning, as though Leviathan, the town, were not rolling onward to swallow them. Lord Holland had bought the place from the Warwicks, with all its a.s.sociations and memories. The capped towers and quaint facades and projecting windows were plain to be seen from where we halted in the shaded park, and to the south was that Kensington Road we had left, over which all the glory and royalty of England at one time or another had rolled. Under these majestic oaks and cedars Cromwell and Ireton had stood while the beaten Royalists lashed their horses on to Brentford.
Nor did I forget that the renowned Addison had lived here after his unhappy marriage with Lady Warwick, and had often ridden hence to b.u.t.ton"s Coffee House in town, where my grandfather had had his dinner with Dean Swift.
We sat gazing at the building, which was bathed in the early sun, at the deer and sheep grazing in the park, at the changing colours of the young leaves as the breeze swayed them. The market wagons had almost ceased now, and there was little to break the stillness.
"You love the place?" I said.
He started, as though I had awakened him out of a sleep. And he was no longer the Fox of the clubs, the cynical, the reckless. He was no longer the best-dressed man in St. James"s Street, or the aggressive youngster of St. Stephen"s.
"Love it!" he cried. "Ay, Richard, and few guess how well. You will not laugh when I tell you that my happiest days have been pa.s.sed here, when I was but a chit, in the long room where Addison used to walk up and down composing his Spectators: or trotting after my father through these woods and gardens. A kinder parent does not breathe than he. Well I remember how he tossed me in his arms under that tree when I had thrashed another lad for speaking ill of him. He called me his knight.
In all my life he has never broken faith with me. When they were blasting down a wall where those palings now stand, he promised me I should see it done, and had it rebuilt and blown down again because I had missed the sight. All he ever exacted of me was that I should treat him as an elder brother. He had his own notion of the world I was going into, and prepared me accordingly. He took me from Eton to Spa, where I learned gaming instead of Greek, and gave me so much a night to risk at play."
I looked at him in astonishment. To say that I thought these relations strange would have been a waste of words.
"To be sure," Charles continued, "I was bound to learn, and could acquire no younger." He flicked the glossy red backs of his horses with his whip. "You are thinking it an extraordinary education, I know," he added rather sadly. "I hav a-told you this--G.o.d knows why! Yes, because I like you d.a.m.nably, and you would have heard worse elsewhere, both of him and of me. I fear you have listened to the world"s opinion of Lord Holland."
Indeed, I had heard a deal of that n.o.bleman"s peculations of the public funds. But in this he was no worse than the bulk of his colleagues. His desertion of William Pitt I found hard to forgive.
"The best father in the world, Richard!" cried Charles. "If his former friends could but look into his kind heart, and see him in his home, they would not have turned their backs upon him. I do not mean such scoundrels as Rigby. And now my father is in exile half the year in Nice, and the other half at King"s Gate. The King and Jack Bute used him for a tool, and then cast him out. You wonder why I am of the King"s party?" said he, with something sinister in his smile; "I will tell you.
When I got my borough I cared not a fig for parties or principles. I had only the one definite ambition, to revenge Lord Holland. Nay," he exclaimed, stopping my protest, "I was not too young to know rottenness as well as another. The times are rotten in England. You may have virtue in America, amongst a people which is fresh from a struggle with the earth and its savages. We have cursed little at home, in faith. The King, with his barley water and rising at six, and shivering in chapel, and his middle-cla.s.s table, is rottener than the rest. The money he saves in his d.a.m.ned beggarly court goes to buy men"s souls. His word is good with none. For my part I prefer a man who is drunk six days out of the seven to one who takes his pleasure so. And I am not so great a fool that I cannot distinguish justice from injustice. I know the wrongs of the colonies, which you yourself have put as clear as I wish to hear, despite Mr. Burke and his eloquence.
[My grandfather has made a note here, which in justice should be added, that he was not deceived by Mr. Fox"s partiality.--D. C. C.]
And perhaps, Richard," he concluded, with a last lingering look at the old pile as he turned his horses, "perhaps some day, I shall remember what you told us at Brooks"s."