The "vision is---"jority of ninety-six againsht--Gov"ment--I mean-- againsht us. Which is it--hey? [To his companion.]
SIXTH MEMBER
d.a.m.n majority of--d.a.m.n ninety-six--against d.a.m.n amendment! [They sink down on a sofa.]
SECOND MEMBER
Gad, I didn"t expect the figure would have been quite so high!
THIRD MEMBER
The one conviction is that the war in the Peninsula is to go on, and as we are all agreed upon that, what the h.e.l.l does it matter what their majority was?
[Enter SHERIDAN. They all look inquiringly.]
SHERIDAN
Have ye heard the latest?
SECOND MEMBER
Ninety-six against us.
SHERIDAN
O no-that"s ancient history. I"d forgot it.
THIRD MEMBER
A revolution, because Ministers are not impeached and hanged?
SHERIDAN
That"s in contemplation, when we"ve got their confessions. But what I meant was from over the water--it is a deuced sight more serious to us than a debate and division that are only like the Liturgy on a Sunday--known beforehand to all the congregation. Why, Bonaparte is going to marry Austria forthwith--the Emperor"s daughter Maria Louisa.
THIRD MEMBER
The Lord look down! Our late respected crony of Austria! Why, in this very night"s debate they have been talking about the laudable principles we have been acting upon in affording a.s.sistance to the Emperor Francis in his struggle against the violence and ambition of France!
SECOND MEMBER
Boney safe on that side, what may not befall!
THIRD MEMBER
We had better make it up with him, and shake hands all round.
SECOND MEMBER
Shake heads seems most natural in the case. O House of Hapsburg, how hast thou fallen!
[Enter WHITBREAD, LORD HUTCHINSON, LORD GEORGE CAVENDISH, GEORGE PONSONBY, WINDHAM, LORD GREY, BARING, ELLIOT, and other members, some drunk. The conversation becomes animated and noisy; several move off to the card-room, and the scene closes.]
SCENE V
THE OLD WEST HIGHWAY OUT OF VIENNA
[The spot is where the road pa.s.ses under the slopes of the Wiener Wald, with its beautiful forest scenery.]
DUMB SHOW
A procession of enormous length, composed of eighty carriages-- many of them drawn by six horses and one by eight--and escorted by detachments of cuira.s.siers, yeomanry, and other cavalry, is quickening its speed along the highway from the city.
The six-horse carriages contain a mult.i.tude of Court officials, ladies of the Court, and other Austrian n.o.bility. The eight-horse coach contains a rosy, blue-eyed girl of eighteen, with full red lips, round figure, and pale auburn hair. She is MARIA LOUISA, and her eyes are red from recent weeping. The COUNTESS DE LAZANSKY, Grand Mistress of the Household, in the carriage with her, and the other ladies of the Palace behind, have a pale, proud, yet resigned look, as if conscious that upon their s.e.x had been laid the burden of paying for the peace with France. They have been played out of Vienna with French marches, and the trifling incident has helped on their sadness.
The observer"s vision being still bent on the train of vehicles and cavalry, the point of sight is withdrawn high into the air, till the huge procession on the brown road looks no more than a file of ants crawling along a strip of garden-matting. The s.p.a.cious terrestrial outlook now gained shows this to be the great road across Europe from Vienna to Munich, and from Munich westerly to France.
The puny concatenation of specks being exclusively watched, the surface of the earth seems to move along in an opposite direction, and in infinite variety of hill, dale, woodland, and champaign.
Bridges are crossed, ascents are climbed, plains are galloped over, and towns are reached, among them Saint Polten, where night falls.
Morning shines, and the royal crawl is resumed, and continued through Linz, where the Danube is reapproached, and the girl looks pleased to see her own dear Donau still. Presently the tower of Brannau appears, where the animated dots pause for formalities, this being the frontier; and MARIA LOUISA becomes MARIE LOUISE and a Frenchwoman, in the charge of French officials.
After many breaks and halts, during which heavy rains spread their gauzes over the scene, the roofs and houses of Munich disclose themselves, suggesting the tesserae of an irregular mosaic. A long stop is made here.
The tedious advance continues. Vine-circled Stuttgart, flat Carlsruhe, the winding Rhine, storky Stra.s.sburg, pa.s.s in panorama beneath us as the procession is followed. With Nancy and Bar-le- Duc sliding along, the scenes begin to a.s.sume a French character, and soon we perceive Chalons and ancient Rheims. The last day of the journey has dawned. Our vision flits ahead of the cortege to Courcelles, a little place which must be pa.s.sed through before Soissons is reached. Here the point of sight descends to earth, and the Dumb Show ends.
SCENE VI
COURCELLES
[It is now seen to be a quiet roadside village, with a humble church in its midst, opposite to which stands an inn, the highway pa.s.sing between them. Rain is still falling heavily. Not a soul is visible anywhere.