"Agreed; nothing could be better; we can talk over our business matters comfortably, and be down at the House by nine or ten."
The note was soon written, and Sandy despatched, with orders to wait for Gleeson"s return, in case he should be absent when he arrived.
The day for the evening of which was fixed the second reading of the Bill of Union, was a busy one in Dublin. Accounts the most opposite and contradictory were everywhere in circulation: some a.s.serting that the Ministerial majority was certain; others, equally positive, alleging that many of their supposed supporters had lapsed in their allegiance, and that the most enormous offers had been made, without success, to parties. .h.i.therto believed amongst the ranks of the Government. The streets were crowded, not by persons engaged in the usual affairs of trade and traffic, but by groups and knots talking eagerly over the coming event, and discussing every rumor that chance or scandal suggested.
Various meetings were held in different parts of the town: at some, the Government party were canva.s.sing the modes of reaching the House in safety, and how best they might escape the violence of the mob; at others, the Opposition deliberated on the prospects before them, and by what stratagems the debate might be prolonged till the period when, the Wicklow election over, Mr. Grattan might be expected to take his seat in the House, since, by a trick of "the Castle party," the writ had been delayed to that very morning.
Con Heffernan"s carriage was seen everywhere, and some avowed that at five o"clock he was driving with the third pair of posters he had that day employed. Bagenal Daly was also a conspicuous character "on town;"
on foot and alone, he was at once recognized by the mob, who cheered him as an old but long-lost-sight-of acquaintance. The densest crowd made way for him as he came, and every mark of respect was shown him by those who set a higher price on his eccentricity and daring than even upon his patriotism; and a murmuring commentary on his character followed him as he went.
"By my conscience! it "s well for them they have n"t to fight for the Union, or they would n"t like old Bagenal Daly agin them!"
"He looks as fresh and bould as ever he did," said another; "sorra a day oulder than he was twenty-eight years ago, when I seen him tried for his life at Newgate."
"Was you there, Mickey?" cried two or three in a breath.
"Faix was I, as near as I am to you. "Twas a coal-heaver he kilt, a chap that was called Big Sam; and they say he was bribed by some of the gentlemen at Daly"s Club House to come up to Bagenal Daly in the street and insult him about the beard he wears on his upper lip, and sure enough so he did,--it was Ash Wednesday mor by token,--and Sam had a s.m.u.t on his face just to imitat(e) Mr. Daly"s. "We are a purty pair, ain"t we?" says Sam, grinning at him, when they met on Ess.e.x Bridge. And wid that he slips his arm inside Mr. Daly"s to hook wid his."
"To walk beside him, is"t?"
"Just so, divil a less. "Come round to the other side of me," says Daly, "for I want to step into Kertland"s shop." And in they went together, and Daly asks for a pound of strong white soap, and pays down one-and-eight-pence for it, and out they comes again quite friendly as before. "Where to now?" says Sam, for he held a grip of him like a bailiff. "Across the bridge," says Daly; and so it was. When they reached the middle arch of the bridge, Daly made a spring and got himself free, and then, stooping down, caught Sam by the knees, and before you could say "Jack Robinson," hurled him over the battlements into the Liffey. "You can wash your face now," says he, and he threw the soap after him; divil a word more he said, but walked on, as cool as you saw him there."
"And Sam?" said several together.
"Sam was drowned; there came a fresh in the river, and they took him up beyond the North Wall--a corpse."
"Millia murther! what did Daly do?"
"He took his trial for it, and sorra excuse he gave one way or other, but that he "did n"t know the blackguard couldn"t swim.""
"And they let him off?"
"Let him off? Arrah, is it hang a gentleman?"
"True for you," chimed in the bystanders; "them that makes the laws knows better than that!"
Such was one of the narratives his reappearance in Dublin again brought up; and, singular enough, by the respect shown him by the mob, derived much of its source in that same feeling of awe and dread they manifested towards one they believed privileged to do whatever he pleased. Alas for human nature! the qualities which find favor with the mult.i.tude are never the finer and better traits of the heart, but rather the sterner features that emanate from a strong will and firm purpose.
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If the voices of the closely compacted ma.s.s which filled the streets and avenues of Dublin on that day could have been taken, it would have been found that Bagenal Daly had an overwhelming majority; while, on a converse scrutiny, it would appear that not a gentleman in Ireland entertained for that mob sentiments of such thorough contempt as he did.
Nor was the sentiment concealed by him. The crowd which, growing as it went, followed him from place to place throughout the city, would break forth at intervals into some spontaneous shout of admiration, and a cheer for Bagenal Daly, commanded by some deep throat, would be answered in a deafening roar of voices. Then would Daly turn, and, as the moving ma.s.s fell back, scowl upon their unwashed faces with such a look of scorn that even they half felt the insult. In such wise was his progress through the streets of Dublin, now moving slowly onward, now turning to confront the mob that in slavish adulation still tracked his steps.
It was at a moment like this, when, standing at bay, he scowled upon the dense throng, Heffernan"s carriage drove slowly past, and Con, leaning from the window, called out in a dramatic tone, "Thy friends, Siccius Dentatus, thy friends!"
Daly started, and as his cheek reddened, answered, "Ay, and by my soul, for the turning of a straw, I "d make them your enemies." And as if responsive to the threat, a groan for "the Castle hack, three groans for Con Heffernan," were shouted out in tones that shook the street. For a second or two Daly"s face brightened, and his eyes sparkled with the fire of enterprise, and he gazed on the countless ma.s.s with a look of indecision; but, suddenly folding his arms, he dropped his head, and muttered, "No, no, it would n"t do; robbery and pillage would be the whole of it;" and, without raising his eyes again, walked slowly homewards.
The hours wore on, and six o"clock came, but no sign of Gleeson, nor had Sandy returned with any answer.
"And yet I am positive he is not from home," said Darcy. "He pledged himself not to leave this until the whole business was completed. Honest Tom Gleeson is a man to keep to the strictest letter of his word."
"I "d not think that less likely," said Daly, sententiously, "if the world had spared him the epithet. I hate the cant of calling a man by some t.i.tle that should be common to all men,--at least, to all gentlemen."
"I cannot agree with you," said Darcy. "I deem it a proud thing for any one so to have impressed his reputation for honorable dealing on society that the very mention of his name suggests his character."
"Perhaps I am soured by what we have seen around us," said Daly; "but the mention of every virtue latterly has been generally followed by the announcement of the purchase of its possessor. I never hear of a good character that I don"t think it is a puffing advertis.e.m.e.nt of "a high-priced article to be had cheap for cash.""
"You"ll think better of the world after a gla.s.s or two of Madeira," said Darcy, laughing; "and rather than hear you inveigh against mankind, I"ll let Gleeson eat his soup cold." And, so saying, he rang the bell and ordered dinner.
The two friends dined pleasantly, and although, from time to time, some stray thought of Gleeson"s absence would obtrude, they chatted away agreeably till past nine o"clock.
"I begin to suspect that Sandy may have met some acquaintance, and lingered to pledge "old times" with him," said Darcy, looking at his watch. "It is now nearly twenty minutes past nine."
"I"ll stake my life on it, Sandy is true to his mission. He"d not turn from the duty intrusted to him to hobn.o.b with a Prince of the Blood.
Here he comes, however; there was a knock at the door."
But no; it was a few hurried lines in pencil from the House, begging of them to come up at once, as the Ministerial party was mustering in strength, and the Opposition benches filling but slowly. While deliberating on what course to take, a second summons came from one of the leading men of the party. It was brief, but significant: "Come up quickly. They are evidently pushed hard. Toler has sent a message to O"Donnell, and they are gone out, and Harvey says Castlereagh has six of his fellows ready to provoke us.--W. T."
"That looks like business, Darcy," cried Daly, in a transport of delight. "Let us lose no time; there"s no knowing how soon so much good valor may ooze out."
"But Gleeson--"
"If he comes, let him follow us to the House. We can walk; there"s no use waiting for the carriage." Then added, in a mutter to himself, "I "d give a hundred down to have a shot at the Attorney-General. There, that "s Sandy"s voice in the hall;" and at the same instant the trusty servant entered.
"Well, have you seen him?"
"Is he at home?"
"No, sirs, he"s no at hame, that"s clear. When I asked for him, they told me he was in bed, asleep, for that he was just arrived after a long journey; and so I waited a bit, and gaed out for a walk into the shrubberies, where I could have a look at his chamber windows, and sure enough they were a" closed. I waited a while longer, but he was still sleeping, and they dared na wake him; and so it came to nigh five o"clock, and then I was fain to send up the bit letter by the flunkie, and ask for the answer; but none came."
"Did you say that the letter was from me?" said the Knight, hastily.
"Na, sir; but I tauld them what most people mind as well, that Mister Bagenal Daly sent me. It"s a name few folk are fond to trifle wi"."
"Go on, Sandy," said Daly, "What then?"
"Weel, sir, I sat down on the stair at the foot of the big clock, and said to mysel, "I "ll gie ye ten minutes mair, but not a second after."
And sure enough ye might hear every tick of her through the house, a"
was so still and silent. Short as the time was, I thought it wad never gae past, for I did no tak my eyes aff o" her face. When the ten minutes was up, I stole gently up the stair, and opened the door. A was dark inside, so I opened the window, and there was the bed--empty; n.o.body had lain in it syne it was made. There was a bit ashes in the grate, and some burned paper on the hearth, but na other sign that onybody was there at a", sae I crept back again, and met the flunkie as he was coming up, for he had just missed me, and was in a real fright where I was gone to. I saw by his face that he was found out, and so I laid my hand on his shoulder, and said, "Ye ha tauld me ane lee; ye maun tak care no to tell me anither. Where is yer maister?" Then came out the truth. Mr. Gleeson was gane awa to England. He sailed for Liverpool in the "Shamrock.""
"Impossible!" said Darcy. "He could not be away from Dublin at this moment."
"It"s even sae," replied Sandy, gravely; "for when I heard a" that I could from the flunkie, I put him into the library, and locked the door on him, and then went round to the stable-yard, where the coachman was sitting in the harness-room, smoking. "And so he"s off to England," said I to him, as if I kenned it a".
""Just sae," said he, wi" the pipe in his mouth. ""And he"s nae to be back for some time," said I, speerin" at him.
""On Friday," said he; and he smoked away, and never a word mair could I get out o" him."