"Enough, sir," said Mr. Warren. "I am a man of principle. Had you not done your duty in this matter by your country, I should have been compelled to seek some other pract.i.tioner in your line."
"I was not aware that my firm had any compet.i.tors in our line of business," said Merton. "But perhaps you have come here under some misapprehension. There is a firm of family solicitors on the floor above, and next them are the offices of a company interested in a patent explosive. If your affairs, or your political ideas, demand a legal opinion, or an outlet in an explosive which is widely recommended by the Continental Press--"
"For what do you take me, sir?" asked Mr. Warren.
"For a Temperance Anarchist," Merton would have liked to reply, "judging by your colours"; but he repressed this retort, and mildly answered, "Perhaps it would be as much to the purpose to ask, for what do you take _me_?"
"For the representative of Messrs. Gray & Graham, the specialists in matrimonial affairs," answered the client; and Merton said that he would be happy if Mr. Warren would enter into the details of his business.
"I am the ex-Mayor of Bulcester," said Mr. Warren, "and, as I told you, a man of principle. My attachment to the Temperance cause"--and he fingered his blue ribbon--"procured for me the honour of a defeat at the last general election, but endeared me to the consciences of the Nonconformist element in the const.i.tuency. Yet, sir, I am at this moment the most unpopular man in Bulcester; but I shall fight it out--I shall fight it to my latest breath."
"Is Bulcester, then, such an intemperate const.i.tuency? I had understood that the Nonconformist interest was strong there," said Merton.
"So it is, sir, so it is; but the interest is now bound to the chariot wheels of the truckling Toryism of our time--to the sycophants who basely made vaccination permissive, and paltered with the Conscientious Objector. These badges, sir"--the client pointed to his own crimson decorations--"proclaim that I have been vaccinated on _both_ arms, as a testimony to the immortal though, in Bulcester, maligned discovery of the great Jenner. Sir, I am hooted in the public streets of my native town, where Anti-vaccinationism is a frenzy. Mr. Rider Haggard, the author of _Dr. Therne_, has been burned in effigy for his thrilling and manly protest to which I owe my own conversion."
"Then the conversion is relatively recent?" asked Merton.
"It dates since my reading of that powerful argument, sir; that appeal to reason which overcame my prejudice, for I was a prominent A. V."
"_Ave_?" asked Merton.
"A. V., sir--Anti-Vaccinationist. A. C. D. A. too, and always," he added proudly; but Merton did not think it prudent to ask for further explanations.
"An A. V. I was, an A. V. I am no longer; and I defy popular clamour, accompanied by brickbats, to shake my principles."
"_Justum et tinacem propositi virum_," murmured Merton, adding, "All that is very interesting, but, my dear sir, while I admire the tenacity of your principles, will you permit me to ask, what has vaccination to do with the special business of our firm?"
"Why, sir, I have a family, and my eldest son--"
"Does he decline to be vaccinated?" asked Merton, in a sympathetic voice.
"No, sir, or he would never darken my doorway," exclaimed this more than Roman father. "But he is engaged, and I can never give my consent; and if he marries that girl, the firm ceases to be "Warren & Son, wax-cloth manufacturers." That"s all, sir--that"s all."
Mr. Warren again applied his red handkerchief to his glowing features.
"And what, may I ask, are the grounds of your objection to this engagement? Social inequality?" asked Merton.
"No, the young lady is the daughter of one of our leading ministers, Mr.
Truman--author of _The Bishops to the Block_--but principles are concerned."
"You cannot mean that the young lady is excessively addicted to the--wine cup?" asked Merton gravely. "In melancholy cases of that kind Mr. Hall Caine, in a romance, has recommended hypnotic treatment, but we do not venture to interfere."
"You misunderstand me, sir," replied Mr. Warren, frowning. "The young woman, on principle, as they call it, has never been vaccinated. Like most of our prominent citizens, her father (otherwise an excellent man) objects to what he calls "The Worship of the Calf" on grounds of conscience."
"Conscience! It is a hard thing to constrain the conscience," murmured Merton, quoting a remark of Queen Mary to John Knox.
"What is conscience without knowledge, sir?" asked the client, using--without knowing it--the very argument of Mr. Knox to the Queen.
"You have no other objections to the alliance?" asked Merton.
"None whatever, sir. She is a good and good-looking girl. On most important points we are thoroughly agreed. She won a prize essay on Bacon"s authorship of Shakespeare"s plays. Of course Shakespeare could not have written them--a thoroughly uneducated man, who never could have pa.s.sed the fourth standard. But look at the plays! There are things in them that, with all our modern advantages, are beyond me. I admit they are beyond me. "To be, and to do, and to suffer,"" declaimed Mr. Warren, apparently under the impression that this is part of Hamlet"s soliloquy--"Shakespeare could never have written _that_. Where did _he_ learn grammar?"
"Where, indeed?" replied Merton. "But as the lady is in all other respects so suitable a match, cannot this one difficulty be got over?"
"Impossible, sir; my son could not slice the sleeve in her dress and inflict this priceless boon on her with affectionate violence. Even the hero of _Dr. Therne_ failed there--"
"And rather irritated his pretty Jane," added Merton, who remembered this heroic adventure. "It is a very hard case," he went on, "but I fear that our methods are powerless. The only chance would be to divert young Mr.
Warren"s affections into some other more enlightened channel. That expedient has often been found efficacious. Is he very deeply enamoured?
Would not the society of another pretty and intelligent girl perhaps work wonders?"
"Perhaps it might, sir, but I don"t know where to find any one that would attract my James. Except for political meetings, and a literary lecture or two, with a magic-lantern and a piano, we have not much social relaxation at Bulcester. We object to promiscuous dancing, on grounds of conscience. Also, of course, to the stage."
"Ah, so you _do_ allow for the claims of conscience, do you?"
"For what do you take me, sir? Only, of course the conscience must be enlightened," said Mr. Warren, as other earnest people usually do.
"Certainly, certainly," said Merton; "nothing so dangerous as the unenlightened conscience. Why, in this very matter of marriage the conscience of the Mormons leads them to singular aberrations, while that of the Arunta tribe--but I should only pain you if I pursued the subject.
You said that your Society indulged in literary lectures: is your programme for the season filled up?"
"I am President of the Bulcester Literary Society," said Mr. Warren, "and I ought to know. We have a vacancy for Friday week; but why do you inquire? In fact I want a lecturer on "The Use and Abuse of Novels," now you ask. Our people, somehow, always want their literary lectures to be about novels. I try to make the lecturers take a lofty moral tone, and usually entertain them at my house, where I probe their ideas, and warn them that we must have nothing loose. Once, sir, we had a lecturer on "The Oldest Novel in the World." He gave us a terrible shock, sir! I never saw so many red cheeks in a Bulcester audience. And the man seemed quite unaware of the effect he was producing."
"Short-sighted, perhaps?" said Merton.
"Ever since we have been very careful. But, sir, we seem to have got away from the subject."
"It is only seeming," said Merton. "I have an idea which may be of service to you."
"Thank you, most kindly," said Mr. Warren. "But as how?"
"Does your Society ever employ lady lecturers?"
"We prefer them; we are all for enlarging the sphere of woman"s activity--virtuous activity, I mean."
"That is fortunate," remarked Merton. "You said just now that to try the plan of a counter-attraction was difficult, because there was little of social relaxation in your Society, and you knew no lady who had the opportunities necessary for presenting an agreeable alternative to the charms of Miss Truman. A young man"s fancy is often caught merely by the juxtaposition of a single member of the opposite s.e.x, with whom he contracts a custom of walking home from chapel."
"That"s mostly the way at Bulcester," said Mr. Warren.
"Well," Merton went on, "you are in the habit of entertaining the lecturers at your house. Now, I know a young lady--one of our staff, in fact--who is very well qualified to lecture on "The Use and Abuse of Novels." She is a novelist herself; one of the most serious and improving of our younger writers. In her works virtue (after struggles) is always rewarded, and vice (especially if gilded) is held up to execration, though never allowed to display itself in colours which would bring a blush to the cheek of--a white rabbit. Here is her portrait,"
said Merton, taking up a family periodical, _The Young Girl_. This blameless journal was publishing a serial story by Miss Martin, one of the ladies who had been enlisted at the dinner given by Logan and Merton when they founded their Society. A photograph of Miss Martin, in white and in a large shadowy hat, was published in _The Young Girl_, and certainly no one could have recognised in this conscientiously innocent and domestic portrait the fair author of romances of social adventure and unimagined crime. "There you see our young friend," said Merton; "and the magazine, to which she is a regular contributor, is a voucher for her character as an author."
Mr. Warren closely scrutinised the portrait, which displayed loveliness and candour in a very agreeable way, and arranged in the extreme of modest simplicity.
"That is a young woman who bears her testimonials in her face," said Mr.
Warren. "She is one whom a father can trust--but has she been vaccinated?"
"Early and often," answered Merton rea.s.suringly. "Girls with faces like hers do not care to run any risks."
"Jane Truman does, though my son has put it to her, I know, on the ground of her looks. "_Nothing_," she said, "will ever induce me to submit to that filthy, that revolting operation.""