He suited the action to the word. Brand looked on, not much impressed.
"That is all nonsense, O"Halloran!" Lord Evelyn said, bluntly.
"I tell you," O"Halloran said, with some vehemence, "that the 14th of January, 1858, kept Louis Napoleon in such a state of tremor, that he would have done a good deal more than lend his army to Sardinia to sweep the Austrians out rather than abandon himself to the fate that Cavour plainly and distinctly indicated. But for the threat of another dose of Orsini pills, do you think you would ever have heard of Magenta and Solferino?"
He seemed to rouse himself a bit now.
"No," he said, "I do not approve of a.s.sa.s.sination as a political weapon.
It seldom answers. But it has always been the policy of absolute governments, and of their allies the priests and the police, to attribute any murders that might occur to the secret societies, and so to terrify stupid people. It is one of the commonest slanders in history. Why, everybody knows how Fouche humbugged the First Napoleon, and got up vague plots to prove that he, and he alone, knew what was going on. When Karl Sand killed Kotzebue--oh, of course, that was a fine excuse for the German kings and princes to have another raid against free speech, though Sand declared he had nothing in the world to do with either the Tugendbund or any such society. Who now believes that Young Italy killed Count Rossi? Rossi was murdered by the agents of the clericals; it was distinctly proved. But any stick is good enough to beat a dog with. No matter what the slander is, so long as you can get up a charge, either for the imprisoning of a dangerous enemy or for terrifying the public mind. You yourself, Mr. Brand--I can see that your only notion of the innumerable secret societies now in Europe is that they will probably a.s.sa.s.sinate people. That"s what they said about the Carbonari too. The objects of the Carbonari were plain as plain could be; but no sooner had General Pepe kicked out Ferdinand and put in a const.i.tutional monarch, than Austria must needs attribute every murder that was committed, to those detestable Carbonari, so that she should call upon Prussia and Russia to join her in strangling the infant liberties of Europe. You see, we can"t get at those Royal slanderers. We can get at a man like Sir James Graham, when we force him to apologize in the House of Commons for having said that Mazzini instigated the a.s.sa.s.sination of the spies Emiliani and Lazzareschi.""
"But, good heavens!" exclaimed Brand, "does anybody doubt that that was a political double murder?"
O"Halloran shrugged his shoulders, and smiled.
"You may call it murder if you like; others might call it a fitting punishment. But all I was asking you to do was to remove from your mind that bugbear that the autocratic governments of Europe have created for their own uses. No secret society--if you except those Nihilists, who appear to have gone mad altogether--I say, no secret society of the present day recognizes political a.s.sa.s.sination as a normal or desirable weapon; though it may have to be resorted to in extreme cases. You, as an individual, might, in certain circ.u.mstances, lawfully kill a man; but that is neither the custom, nor the object, nor the chief thought of your life."
"And are there many of these societies?" Brand asked.
O"Halloran had carelessly lit himself another pipe.
"Europe is honey-combed with them. They are growing in secret as rapidly as some kindred societies are growing in the open. Look at the German socialists--in 1871 they polled only 120,000 votes; in 1874 they polled 340,000: I imagine that Herr Furst von Bismarck will find some difficulty in suppressing that Frankenstein monster he coquetted so long with. Then the Knights of Labor in America: you will hear something of them by-and-by, or I am mistaken. In secret and in the open alike there is a vast power growing and growing, increasing in volume and bulk from hour to hour, from year to year, G.o.d only knows in what fashion it will reveal itself. But you may depend on it that when the spark does spring out of the cloud--when the clearance of the atmosphere is due--people will look back on 1688, and 1798, and 1848 as mere playthings. The Great Revolution is still to come; it may be nearer than some imagine."
He had grown more earnest, both in his manner and his speech.
"Well," George Brand said, "timid people may rea.s.sure themselves. Where there are so many societiets, there will be as many different aims.
Some, like the wilder German socialists, will want a general partic.i.p.ation of property; others a demolition of the churches and crucifixion of the priests; others the establishment of a Universal Republic. There may be a great deal of powder stored up, but it will all go off in different directions, in little fireworks."
A quick light gleamed in those deep-set, lion-like eyes.
"Very well said!" was the scornful comment. "The Czar himself could not have expressed his belief, or at least his hope, more neatly. But let me tell you, sir, that the ma.s.ses of mankind are not such hopeless idiots as are some of the feather-headed orators and writers who speak for them; and that you will appeal to them in vain if you do not appeal to their sense of justice, and their belief in right, and in the eternal laws of G.o.d. You may have a particular crowd go mad, or a particular city go mad; but the heart of the people beats true, and if you desire a great political change, you must appeal to their love of fair and honest dealing as between man and man. And even if the aims of these societies are diverse, what then? What would you think, now, if it were possible to construct a common platform, where certain aims at least could be accepted by all, and become bonds to unite those who are hoping for better things all over the earth? That did not occur to you as a possible thing, perhaps? You have only studied the ways of kings and governments--each one for itself. "Come over my boundary, and I will cleave your head; or, rather, I will send my common people to do it, for a little blood-letting from time to time is good for that vile and ignorant body." But the vile and ignorant body may begin to tire of that recurrent blood-letting, and might perhaps even say, "Brother across the boundary, I have no quarrel with you. You are poor and ignorant like myself; the travail of the earth lies hard on you; I would rather give you my hand. If I have any quarrel, surely it is with the tyrants of the earth, who have kept both you and me enslaved; who have taken away our children from us; who have left us scarcely bread. How long, O Lord, how long? We are tired of the reign of Caesar; we are beaten down with it; who will help us now to establish the reign of Christ?"
He rose. Despite the unkempt hair, this man looked quite handsome now, while this serious look was in his face. Brand began to perceive whence his friend Evelyn had derived at least some of his inspiration.
"Meanwhile," O"Halloran said, with a light, scornful laugh, "Christianity has been of excellent service to Caesar; it has been the big policeman of Europe. Do you think these poor wretches would have been so patient if they had not believed there was some compensation reserved for them beyond the grave? They would have had Caesar by the throat by this time."
"Then that scheme of co-operation you mentioned," Brand said, somewhat hastily--for he saw that O"Halloran was about to leave--"that is what Ferdinand Lind is working at?"
The other started.
"I cannot give you any information on that point," said O"Halloran, gravely. "And I do not think you are likely to get much anywhere if you are only moved by curiosity, however sympathetic and well-wishing."
He took up his hat and stick.
"Good-bye, Mr. Brand," said he; and he looked at him with a kindly look.
"As far as I can judge, you are now in the position of a man at a partly opened door, half afraid to enter, and too curious to draw back. Well, my advice to you is--Draw back. Or at least remember this: that before you enter that room you must be without doubt--_and without fear_."
CHAPTER VI.
BON VOYAGE!
Fear he had none. His life was not so valuable to him that he would have hesitated about throwing himself into any forlorn-hope, provided that he was satisfied of the justice of the cause. He had dabbled a little in philosophy, and not only believed that the ordinary altruistic instincts of mankind could be traced to a purely utilitarian origin, but also that, on the same theory, the highest form of personal gratification might be found in the severest form, of self-sacrifice. He did not pity a martyr; he envied him. But before the martyr"s joy must come the martyr"s faith. Without that enthusiastic belief in the necessity and n.o.bleness and value of the sacrifice, what could there be but physical pain and the despair of a useless death?
But, if he had no fear, he had a superabundance of doubt. He had not all the pliable, receptive, imaginative nature of his friend, Lord Evelyn.
He had more than the ordinary Englishman"s distrust of secrecy. He was not to be won over by the visions of a St. Simon, the eloquence of a Fourier, the epigrams of a Proudhon: these were to him but intellectual playthings, of no practical value. It was, doubtless, a novelty for a young man brought up as Lord Evelyn had been to a.s.sociate with a gin-drinking Irish reporter, and to regard him as the mysterious apostle of a new creed; Brand only saw in O"Halloran a light-headed, imaginative, talkative person, as safe to trust to for guidance as a will-o"-the-wisp. It is true that for the time being he had been thrilled by the pa.s.sionate fervor of Natalie Lind"s singing; and many a time since he could have fancied that he heard in the stillness of the night that pathetic and vibrating appeal--
"When, when will the Lord cry, "Revenge, it is mine?""
But he dissociated her from her father"s schemes altogether. No doubt she was moved by the generous enthusiasm of a young girl. She had a warm, human, sympathetic heart; the cry of the poor and the suffering appealed to her; and she was confident in the success of projects of which she had been prudently kept ignorant. This was George Brand"s reading. He would not have Natalie Lind a.s.sociated with Leicester Square and a lot of garlic-eating revolutionaries.
"But who is this man Lind?" he asked, impatiently, of Lord Evelyn. He had driven up to his friend"s house in Clarges Street, had had luncheon with him, and they were now smoking a cigarette in the library.
"You mean his nationality?" said his friend, laughing. "That has puzzled me, too. He seems, at all events, to have had his finger in a good many pies. He escaped into Turkey with Bem, I know: and he has been imprisoned in Russia; and once or twice I have heard him refer to the amnesty that was proclaimed when Louis Napoleon was presented with an heir. But whether he is Pole, or Jew, or Slav, there is no doubt about his daughter being a thorough Hungarian."
"Not the least," said Brand, with decision. "I have seen lots of women of that type in Pesth, and in Vienna, too: if you are walking in the Prater you can always tell the Hungarian women as they drive past. But you rarely see one as beautiful as she is."
After awhile Lord Evelyn said,
"This is Natalie"s birthday. By-and-by I am going along to Bond Street to buy some little thing for her."
"Then she allows you to make her presents?" Brand said, somewhat coldly.
"She and I are like brother and sister now," said the pale, deformed lad, without hesitation. "If I were ill, I think she would be glad to come and look after me."
"You have already plenty of sisters who would do that.""
"By-the-way, they are coming to town next week with my mother. You must come and dine with us some night, if you are not afraid to face the chatter of such a lot of girls."
"Have they seen Miss Lind?"
"No, not yet."
"And how will you explain your latest craze to them, Evelyn? They are very nice girls indeed, you know; but--but--when they set full cry on you--I suppose some day I shall have to send them a copy of a newspaper from abroad, with this kind of thing in it: "_Compeared yesterday before the Correctional Tribunal, Earnest Francis D"Agincourt, Baron Evelyn, charged with having in his possession two canisters of an explosive compound and fourteen empty missiles. Further, among the correspondence of the accused was found--_""
""_A letter from an Englishman named Brand_,"" continued Lord Evelyn, as he rose and went to the window, ""_apparently written under the influence of nightmare._" Come, Brand, I see the carriage is below. Will you drive with me to the jeweller"s?"
"Certainly," said his friend; and at this moment the carriage was announced. "I suppose it wouldn"t do for me to buy the thing? You know I have more money to spend on trinkets than you have."
They were very intimate friends indeed. Lord Evelyn only said, with a smile,
"I am afraid Natalie wouldn"t like it."
But this choosing of a birthday present was a terrible business. The jeweller was as other jewellers: his designs were mostly limited to the representation of two objects--a b.u.t.terfly for a woman, and a horseshoe for a man. At last Brand, who had been walking about from time to time, espied, in a distant case, an object which instantly attracted his attention. It was a flat piece of wood or board, covered with blue velvet; and on this had been twined an unknown number of yards of the beautiful thread-like gold chain common to the jewellers" shop-windows in Venice.
"Here you are, Evelyn," Brand said at once. "Why not buy a lot of this thin chain, and let her make it into any sort of decoration that she chooses?"