"I don"t understand you young men. I don"t see why you need be ashamed to go on the Course with your wife in her carriage, Clive," remarks the Colonel.
"The Course! the Course is at Calcutta, papa!" cries Rosey. "We drive in the Park."
"We have a park at Barrackpore too, my dear," says papa.
"And he calls his grooms saices! He said he was going to send away a saice for being tipsy, and I did not know in the least what he could mean, Laura!"
"Mr. Newcome! you must go and drive on the Course with Rosa now; and the Colonel must sit and talk with me, whom he has not been to see for such a long time." Clive presently went off in state by Rosey"s side, and then Laura showed Colonel Newcome his beautiful white Cashmere shawl round a successor of that little person who had first been wrapped in that web, now a stout young gentleman whose noise could be clearly heard in the upper regions.
"I wish you could come down with us, Arthur, upon our electioneering visit."
"That of which you were talking last night? Are you bent upon it?"
"Yes, I am determined on it."
Laura heard a child"s cry at this moment, and left the room with a parting glance at her husband, who in fact had talked over the matter with Mrs. Pendennis, and agreed with her in opinion.
As the Colonel had opened the question, I ventured to make a respectful remonstrance against the scheme. Vindictiveness on the part of a man so simple and generous, so fair and n.o.ble in all his dealings as Thomas Newcome, appeared in my mind unworthy of him. Surely his kinsman had sorrow and humiliation enough already at home. Barnes"s further punishment, we thought, might be left to time, to remorse, to the Judge of right and wrong; Who better understands than we can do, our causes and temptations towards evil actions, Who reserves the sentence for His own tribunal. But when angered, the best of us mistake our own motives, as we do those of the enemy who inflames us. What may be private revenge, we take to be indignant virtue and just revolt against wrong.
The Colonel would not hear of counsels of moderation, such as I bore him from a sweet Christian pleader. "Remorse!" he cried out with a laugh, "that villain will never feel it until he is tied up and whipped at the cart"s tail! Time change that rogue! Unless he is wholesomely punished, he will grow a greater scoundrel every year. I am inclined to think, sir," says he, his honest brows darkling as he looked towards me, "that you too are spoiled by this wicked world, and these heartless, fashionable, fine people. You wish to live well with the enemy, and with us too, Pendennis. It can"t be. He who is not with us is against us.
I very much fear, sir, that the women, the women, you understand, have been talking you over. Do not let us speak any more about this subject, for I don"t wish that my son, and my son"s old friend, should have a quarrel." His face became red, his voice quivered with agitation, and he looked with glances which I was pained to behold in those kind old eyes: not because his wrath and suspicion visited myself, but because an impartial witness, nay, a friend to Thomas Newcome in that family quarrel, I grieved to think that a generous heart was led astray, and to see a good man do wrong. So with no more thanks for his interference than a man usually gets who meddles in domestic strifes, the present luckless advocate ceased pleading.
To be sure, the Colonel and Clive had other advisers, who did not take the peaceful side. George Warrington was one of these; he was for war a l"outrance with Barnes Newcome; for keeping no terms with such a villain. He found a pleasure in hunting him, and whipping him. "Barnes ought to be punished," George said, "for his poor wife"s misfortune; it was Barnes"s infernal cruelty, wickedness, selfishness, which had driven her into misery and wrong." Mr. Warrington went down to Newcome, and was present at that lecture whereof mention has been made in a previous chapter. I am afraid his behaviour was very indecorous; he laughed at the pathetic allusions of the respected Member for Newcome; he sneered at the sublime pa.s.sages; he wrote an awful critique in the Newcome Independent two days after, whereof the irony was so subtle, that half the readers of the paper mistook his grave scorn for respect, and his gibes for praise.
Clive, his father, and Frederick Bayham, their faithful aide-de-camp, were at Newcome likewise when Sir Barnes"s oration was delivered. At first it was given out at Newcome that the Colonel visited the place for the purpose of seeing his dear old friend and pensioner, Mrs. Mason, who was now not long to enjoy his bounty, and so old, as scarcely to know her benefactor. Only after her sleep, or when the sun warmed her and the old wine with which he supplied her, was the good old woman able to recognise her Colonel. She mingled father and son together in her mind.
A lady who now often came in to her, thought she was wandering in her talk, when the poor old woman spoke of a visit she had had from her boy; and then the attendant told Miss Newcome that such a visit had actually taken place, and that but yesterday Clive and his father had been in that room, and occupied the chair where she sat. "The young lady was taken quite ill, and seemed ready to faint almost," Mrs. Mason"s servant and spokeswoman told Colonel Newcome when that gentleman arrived shortly after Ethel"s departure, to see his old nurse. "Indeed! he was very sorry." The maid told many stories about Miss Newcome"s goodness and charity; how she was constantly visiting the poor now; how she was for ever engaged in good works for the young, the sick, and the aged. She had had a dreadful misfortune in love; she was going to be married to a young marquis; richer even than Prince de Moncontour down at Rosebury; but it was all broke off on account of that dreadful affair at the Hall.
Was she very good to the poor? did she come often to see her grandfather"s old friend? it was no more than she ought "to do," Colonel Newcome said; without, however, thinking fit to tell his informant that he had himself met his niece Ethel, five minutes before he had entered Mrs. Mason"s door.
The poor thing was in discourse with Mr. Harris, the surgeon, and talking (as best she might, for no doubt the news which she had just heard had agitated her), talking about blankets, and arrowroot, wine, and medicaments for her poor, when she saw her uncle coming towards her.
She tottered a step or two forwards to meet him; held both her hands out, and called his name; but he looked her sternly in the face, took off his hat and bowed, and pa.s.sed on. He did not think fit to mention the meeting even to his son, Clive; but we may be sure Mr. Harris, the surgeon, spoke of the circ.u.mstance that night after the lecture, at the club, where a crowd of gentlemen were gathered together, smoking their cigars, and enjoying themselves according to their custom, and discussing Sir Barnes Newcome"s performance.
According to established usage in such cases, our esteemed representative was received by the committee of the Newcome Athenaeum, a.s.sembled in their committee-room, and thence marshalled by the chairman and vice-chairman to his rostrum in the lecture-hall, round about which the magnates of the inst.i.tution and the notabilities of the town were rallied on this public occasion. The Baronet came in some state from his own house, arriving at Newcome in his carriage with four horses, accompanied by my lady his mother, and Miss Ethel his beautiful sister, who now was mistress at the Hall. His little girl was brought--five years old now; she sate on her aunt"s knee, and slept during a greater part of the performance. A fine bustle, we may be sure, was made on the introduction of these personages to their reserved seats on the platform, where they sate encompa.s.sed by others of the great ladies of Newcome, to whom they and the lecturer were especially gracious at this season. Was not Parliament about to be dissolved, and were not the folks at Newcome Park particularly civil at that interesting period? So Barnes Newcome mounts his pulpit, bows round to the crowded a.s.sembly in acknowledgment of their buzz of applause or recognition, pa.s.ses his lily-white pocket-handkerchief across his thin lips, and dashes off into his lecture about Mrs. Hemans and the poetry of the affections. A public man, a commercial man as we well know, yet his heart is in his home, and his joy in his affections; the presence of this immense a.s.sembly here this evening; of the industrious capitalists; of the intelligent middle cla.s.s; of the pride and mainstay of England, the operatives of Newcome; these, surrounded by their wives and their children (a graceful bow to the bonnets to the right of the platform), show that they too have hearts to feel, and homes to cherish; that they, too, feel the love of women, the innocence of children, the love of song! Our lecturer then makes a distinction between man"s poetry and woman"s poetry, charging considerably in favour of the latter. We show that to appeal to the affections is after all the true office of the bard; to decorate the homely threshold, to wreathe flowers round the domestic hearth, the delightful duty of the Christian singer. We glance at Mrs. Hemans"s biography, and state where she was born, and under what circ.u.mstances she must have at first, etc. etc. Is this a correct account of Sir Barnes Newcome"s lecture? I was not present, and did not read the report. Very likely the above may be a reminiscence of that mock lecture which Warrington delivered in antic.i.p.ation of the Baronet"s oration.
After he had read for about five minutes, it was remarked the Baronet suddenly stopped and became exceedingly confused over his ma.n.u.script: betaking himself to his auxiliary gla.s.s of water before he resumed his discourse, which for a long time was languid, low, and disturbed in tone. This period of disturbance, no doubt, must have occurred when Sir Barnes saw before him F. Bayham and Warrington seated in the amphitheatre; and, by the side of those fierce scornful countenances, Clive Newcome"s pale face.
Clive Newcome was not looking at Barnes. His eyes were fixed upon the lady seated not far from the lecturer--upon Ethel, with her arm round her little niece"s shoulder, and her thick black ringlets drooping down over a face paler than Clive"s own.
Of course she knew that Clive was present. She was aware of him as she entered the hall; saw him at the very first moment; saw nothing but him, I dare say, though her eyes were shut and her head was turned now towards her mother, and now bent down on the little niece"s golden curls. And the past and its dear histories, and youth and its hopes and pa.s.sions, and tones and looks for ever echoing in the heart, and present in the memory--these, no doubt, poor Clive saw and heard as he looked across the great gulf of time, and parting, and grief, and beheld the woman he had loved for many years. There she sits; the same, but changed: as gone from him as if she were dead; departed indeed into another sphere, and entered into a kind of death. If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied. Strew round it the flowers of youth. Wash it with tears of pa.s.sion. Wrap it and envelop it with fond devotion. Break heart, and fling yourself on the bier, and kiss her cold lips and press her hand! It falls back dead on the cold breast again. The beautiful lips have never a blush or a smile. Cover them and lay them in the ground, and so take thy hatband off, good friend, and go to thy business. Do you suppose you are the only man who has had to attend such a funeral? You will find some men smiling and at work the day after. Some come to the grave now and again out of the world, and say a brief prayer, and a "G.o.d bless her!" With some men, she gone, and her viduous mansion your heart to let, her successor, the new occupant, poking in all the drawers and corners, and cupboards of the tenement, finds her miniature and some of her dusty old letters hidden away somewhere, and says--Was this the face he admired so? Why, allowing even for the painter"s flattery, it is quite ordinary, and the eyes certainly do not look straight. Are these the letters you thought so charming? Well, upon my word, I never read anything more commonplace in my life! See, here"s a line half blotted out. Oh, I suppose she was crying then--some of her tears, idle tears--Hark, there is Barnes Newcome"s eloquence still plapping on like water from a cistern--and our thoughts, where have they wandered? far away from the lecture--as far away as Clive"s almost. And now the fountain ceases to trickle; the mouth from which issued that cool and limpid flux ceases to smile; the figure is seen to bow and retire; a buzz, a hum, a whisper, a scuffle, a meeting of bonnets and wagging of feathers and rustling of silks ensues.
"Thank you! delightful, I am sure!" "I really was quite overcome;"
"Excellent;" "So much obliged," are rapid phrases heard amongst the polite on the platform. While down below, "Yaw! quite enough of that;"
"Mary Jane, cover your throat up, and don"t kitch cold, and don"t push me, please, sir;" "Arry! coom along and ave a pint a ale," etc., are the remarks heard, or perhaps not heard, by Clive Newcome, as he watches at the private entrance of the Athenaeum, where Sir Barnes"s carriage is waiting with its flaming lamps, and domestics in state liveries. One of them comes out of the building bearing the little girl in his arms, and lays her in the carriage. Then Sir Barnes, and Lady Anne, and the Mayor; then Ethel issues forth, and as she pa.s.ses under the lamps, beholds Clive"s face as pale and sad as her own.
Shall we go visit the lodge-gates of Newcome Park the moon shining on their carving? Is there any pleasure in walking by miles of grey paling, and endless palisades of firs? Oh, you fool, what do you hope to see behind that curtain? Absurd fugitive, whither would you run? Can you burst the tether of fate: and is not poor dear little Rosey Mackenzie sitting yonder waiting for you by the stake? Go home, sir; and don"t catch cold. So Mr. Clive returns to the King"s Arms, and goes up to his bedroom, and he hears Mr. F. Bayham"s deep voice as he pa.s.ses by the Boscawen Room, where the Jolly Britons are as usual a.s.sembled.
CHAPTER LXVII. Newcome and Liberty
We have said that the Baronet"s lecture was discussed in the midnight senate a.s.sembled at the King"s Arms, where Mr. Tom Potts showed the orator no mercy. The senate of the King"s Arms was hostile to Sir Barnes Newcome. Many other Newcomites besides were savage and inclined to revolt against the representative of their borough. As these patriots met over their cups, and over the b.u.mper of friendship uttered the sentiments of freedom, they had often asked of one another, where should a man be found to rid Newcome of its dictator? Generous hearts writhed under the oppression: patriotic eyes scowled when Barnes Newcome went by: with fine satire, Tom Potts at Brown the hatter"s shop, who made the hats for Sir Barnes Newcome"s domestics, proposed to take one of the beavers--a gold-laced one with a c.o.c.kade and a cord--and set it up in the market-place and bid all Newcome come bow to it, as to the hat of Gessler. "Don"t you think, Potts," says F. Bayham, who of course was admitted into the King"s Arms club, and ornamented that a.s.sembly by his presence and discourse, "Don"t you think the Colonel would make a good William Tell to combat against that Gessler?" Ha! Proposal received with acclamation--eagerly adopted by Charles Tucker, Esq., Attorney-at-Law, who would not have the slightest objection to conduct Colonel Newcome"s, or any other gentleman"s electioneering business in Newcome or elsewhere.
Like those three gentlemen in the plays and pictures of William Tell, who conspire under the moon, calling upon liberty and resolving to elect Tell as their especial champion--like Arnold, Melchthal, and Werner--Tom Potts, Fred Bayham, and Charles Tucker, Esqs., conspired round a punch-bowl, and determined that Thomas Newcome should be requested to free his country. A deputation from the electors of Newcome, that is to say, these very gentlemen waited on the Colonel in his apartment the very next morning, and set before him the state of the borough; Barnes Newcome"s tyranny, under which it groaned; and the yearning of all honest men to be free from that usurpation. Thomas Newcome received the deputation with great solemnity and politeness, crossed his legs, folded his arms, smoked his cheroot, and listened moat decorously, as now Potts, now Tucker, expounded to him; Bayham giving the benefit of his emphatic "hear, hear," to their statements, and explaining dubious phrases to the Colonel in the most affable manner.
Whatever the conspirators had to say against Barnes, Colonel Newcome was only too ready to believe. He had made up his mind that that criminal ought to be punished and exposed. The lawyer"s covert innuendoes, who was ready to insinuate any amount of evil against Barnes which could safely be uttered, were by no means strong enough for Thomas Newcome.
""Sharp practice! exceedingly alive to his own interests--reported violence of temper and tenacity of money"--say swindling at once, sir--say falsehood and rapacity--say cruelty and avarice," cries the Colonel. "I believe, upon my honour and conscience, that unfortunate young man to be guilty of every one of those crimes."
Mr. Bayham remarks to Mr. Potts that our friend the Colonel, when he does utter an opinion, takes care that there shall be no mistake about it.
"And I took care there should be no mistake before I uttered it at all, Bayham!" cries F. B."s patron. "As long as I was in any doubt about this young man, I gave the criminal the benefit of it, as a man who admires our glorious const.i.tution should do, and kept my own counsel, sir."
"At least," remarks Mr. Tucker, "enough is proven to show that Sir Barnes Newcome Newcome, Baronet, is scarce a fit person to represent this great borough in Parliament."
"Represent Newcome in Parliament! It is a disgrace to that n.o.ble inst.i.tution the English House of Commons, that Barnes Newcome should sit in it. A man whose word you cannot trust; a man stained with every private crime. What right has he to sit in the a.s.sembly of the legislators of the land, sir?" cries the Colonel, waving his hand as if addressing a chamber of deputies.
"You are for upholding the House of Commons?" inquires the lawyer.
"Of course, sir, of course."
"And for increasing the franchise, Colonel Newcome, I should hope?"
continues Mr. Tucker.
"Every man who can read and write ought to have a vote, sir; that is my opinion!" cries the Colonel.
"He"s a Liberal to the backbone," says Potts to Tucker.
"To the backbone!" responds Tucker to Potts. "The Colonel will do for us, Potts."
"We want such a man, Tucker; the Independent has been crying out for such a man for years past. We ought to have a Liberal as second representative of this great town--not a sneaking half-and-half Ministerialist like Sir Barnes, a fellow with one leg in the Carlton and the other in Brookes"s. Old Mr. Bunce we can"t touch. His place is safe; he is a good man of business: we can"t meddle with Mr. Bunce--I know that, who know the feeling of the country pretty well."
"Pretty well! Better than any man in Newcome, Potts!" cries Mr. Tucker.
"But a good man like the Colonel,--a good Liberal like the Colonel,--a man who goes in for household suffrage----"
"Certainly, gentlemen."
"And the general great Liberal principles--we know, of course--such a man would a.s.suredly have a chance against Sir Barnes Newcome at the coming election! could we find such a man! a real friend of the people!"
"I know a friend of the people if ever there was one," F. Bayham interposes.
"A man of wealth, station, experience; a man who has fought for his country; a man who is beloved in this place as you are, Colonel Newcome: for your goodness is known, sir--You are not ashamed of your origin, and there is not a Newcomite old or young, but knows how admirably good you have been to your old friend, Mrs.--Mrs. What-d"-you-call"-em."
"Mrs. Mason," from F. B.
"Mrs. Mason. If such a man as you, sir, would consent to put himself in nomination at the next election, every true Liberal in this place would rush to support you; and crush the oligarchy who rides over the liberties of this borough!"
"Something of this sort, gentlemen, I own to you had crossed my mind,"
Thomas Newcome remarked. "When I saw that disgrace to my name, and the name of my father"s birthplace, representing the borough in Parliament, I thought for the credit of the town and the family, the Member for Newcome at least might be an honest man. I am an old soldier; have pa.s.sed all my life in India; and am little conversant with affairs at home" (cries of "You are, you are"). "I hoped that my son, Mr. Clive Newcome, might have been found qualified to contest this borough against his unworthy cousin, and possibly to sit as your representative in Parliament. The wealth I have had the good fortune to ama.s.s will descend to him naturally, and at no very distant period of time, for I am nearly seventy years of age, gentlemen."