Phineas Redux ... With illustrations engraved on wood

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VOL. I, BY ANTHONY TROLLOPE, AUTHOR OF " PHINEAS FINN." IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. I. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS ENGRAVED ON WOOD. LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY. 1874. LONDON : PRINTED BY VIRTUE AND CO., CITY ROAD. CONTENTS OF VOL. I. CHAP. PACE I. Temptation i II. Harrington Hall 13 III. Gerard Maule 24 IV. Tankerville 29 V. Mr. Daubeny's great Move ■ 35 VI. Phineas and his Old Friends 46 VII. Coming home from Hunting 55 VIII. The Address 62 IX. The Debate 69 X. The Deserted Husband 74 XI. The Truant "Wife 85 XII. Konigstein 92 XIII. " I HAVE GOT THE SEAT " IO3 XIV. Trumpeton Wood in XV. "How well you knew" 119 XVI. Copperhouse Cross and Broughton Spinnies . .124 XVII. Madame Goesler's Story 136 XVIII. Spooner of Spoon Hall 142 XIX. Something out of the Way 150 XX. Phineas again in London 159 XXI.

Mr. Maule, Senior 170 XXII. " Purity of Morals, Finn " CONTENTS. VI PAGE CHAP. XXIII. Macpherson's Hotel . . . • * • • .190 XXIV. Madame Goesler is sent for 198 XXV. " I would do it now " 203 XXVI. The Duke's Will 212 XXVII. An Editor's Wrath ■ 218 XXVIII. The first Thunderbolt 226 XXIX. The Spooner Correspondence 237 XXX. Regrets 246 XXXI. The Duke and Duchess in Town .... 254 XXXII. The World becomes Cold 260 XXXIII. The Two Gladiators 271 XXXTV. The Universe 282 XXXV. Political Venom 291 XXXVI. Seventy-two 298 XXXVII. The Conspiracy 305 XXXVIII. Once again in Portman Square . . . .317 XXXIX. Cagliostro 324 XL. The Prime Minister is hard pressed . . .331 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS TO VOL. I. — ♦ — PAGE Lady Chiltern and her Baby 17 " Well, then, I won't mention her name never again " . 48 Adelaide Palliser 57 The Laird of Lough Linter 83 "I SUPPOSE I SHALL SHAKE IT OFF" 121 "You know it's the Keepers do it all" .... 147 He sat down for a moment to think of it all . . . 157 "Then, Sir, you shall abide my wrath" .... 194 " I WOULD, I WOULD " 204 " Lady Glen will tell you that i can be very obstina* E when I please " 246 "I should have had some enjoyment, I suppose" . . 258 "I must have one word with you" . , * . . . .

Chapter I. Temp Tat

I O N. The circumstances of the general election of 18 — will be well remembered by all those who take an interest in the political matters of. the country. There had been a coming in and a going out of Ministers previous to that, — somewhat rapid, very exciting, and, upon the whole, useful as showing the real feeling of the country upon sundry questions of public interest. Mr. Gresham had been Prime Minister of England, as repre sentative of the Liberal party in politics. There had come to be a split among those who should have been his followers on the terribly vexed question of the Ballot. Then Mr. Daubeny for twelve months had sat upon the throne distributing the good things of the Crown amidst Conservative birdlings, with beaks wide open and craving maws, who certainly for some years previous had not received their share of State honours or State emoluments.

And Mr. Daubeny was still so sitting, to the infinite dismay of the Liberals, every man of whom felt that his party was entitled by numerical strength to keep the management of the Government within its own hands. Let a man be of what side he may in politics, — unless he be much more of a partisan than a patriot, — he will think it well that there should be some equity of division in the bestowal of crumbs of comfort. Can even any old Whig wish that every VOL. I. B Lord Lieutenant of a county should be an old Whig? Can it be good for the administration of the law that none but Liberal lawyers should become Attorney-Generals, and from thence Chief Justices or Lords of Appeal? Should no Conservative Peer ever represent the majesty of England in India, in Canada, or at St. Petersburgh? So arguing, moderate Liberals had been glad to give Mr. Daubeny and his merry men a chance.

Mr. Daubeny and his merry men had not neglected the chance given them. Fortune favoured them, and they made their hay while the sun shone with an energy that had never been surpassed, improving upon Fortune, till their natural enemies waxed impatient. There had been as yet but one year of it, and the natural enemies, who had at first expressed themselves as glad that the turn had come, might have endured the period of spoliation with more equanimity. For to them, the Liberals, this cutting up of the Whitehall cake by the Conservatives was spo liation when the privilege of cutting was found to have so much exceeded what had been expected. Were not they, the Liberals, the real representatives of the people, and, therefore, did not the cake in truth appertain to them? Had not they given up the cake for a while, partly, indeed, through idleness and mismanagement, and quarrelling among themselves ; but mainly with a feeling that a moderate slicing on the other side would, upon the whole, be advantageous ?

But when the cake came to be mauled like that — oh, heavens ! So the men who had quarrelled agreed to quarrel no more, and it was decided that there should be an end of mismanagement and idleness, and that this horrid sight of the weak pretending to be strong, or the weak receiving the reward of strength, should be brought to an end. Then came a great fight, in the last agonies of which the cake was sliced manfully. All the world knew how the fight would go; but in the meantime lord-lieutenancies were arranged; very ancient judges retired upon pensions ; vice-royal Governors were sent out in the last gasp of the failing battle ; great places were filled by tens, and little places by twenties; private secretaries were established here and there ; and the hay was still made even after the sun had gone down.

In consequence of all this the circumstances of the election of 1 8 — were peculiar. Mr. Daubeny had dissolved the House not probably with any idea that he could thus retrieve his for- TEMPTATION. 3 tunes, but feeling that in doing so he was occupying the last nor mal position of a properly-fought Constitutional battle. His enemies were resolved, more firmly than they were resolved before, to knock him altogether on the head at the general election which he had himself called into existence. He had been dis gracefully out voted in the House of Commons on various sub jects. On the last occasion he had gone into his lobby with a minority of 37, upon a motion brought forward by Mr. Palliser, the late Liberal Chancellor of the Exchequer, respecting decimal coinage. No politician, not even Mr. Palliser himself, had ex pected that he would cany his Bill in the present session.

It was brought forward as a trial of strength ; and for such a purpose decimal coinage was as good a subject as any other. It was Mr. Palliser's hobby, and he was gratified at having this further opportunity of ventilating it. When in power, he had not succeeded in carrying his measure, awed, and at last absolutely beaten, by the infinite difficulty encountered in arranging its details. But his mind was still set upon it, and it was allowed by the whole party to be as good as anything else for the purpose then required. The Conservative Government was beaten for the third or fourth time, and Mr. Daubeny dissolved the House. The whole world said that he might as well have resigned at once. It was already the end of July, and there must be an autumn Session with the new members. It was known to be impossible that he should find himself supported by a majority after a fresh election.

He had been treated with manifest for bearance ; the cake had been left in his hands for twelve months ; the House was barely two years old ; he had no " cry " with which to meet the country ; the dissolution was factious, dishonest, and unconstitutional. So said all the Liberals, and it was deduced also that the Conservatives were in their hearts as angry as were their opponents. What was to be gained but the poor interval of three months ? There were clever men who suggested that Mr. Daubeny had a scheme in his head — some sharp trick of political conjuring, some "hocus-pocus presto" sleight of hand, by which he might be able to retain power, let the elections go as they would. But, if so, he certainly did not make his scheme known to his own party. He had no cry with which to meet the country, nor, indeed, had the leaders of the Opposition.

Retrenchment, army reform, b navy excellence, Mr. Palliser's decimal coinage, and general good government gave to all the old-Whig moderate Liberals plenty of matter for speeches to their future constituents. Those who were more advanced could promise the Ballot, and suggest the disestablishment of the Church. But the Government of the day was to be turned out on the score of general incom petence. They were to be made to go, because they could not command majorities. But there ought to have been no dissolution, and Mr. Daubeny was regarded by his opponents, and indeed by very many of his followers also, with an enmity that was almost ferocious. A seat in Parliament, if it be for five or six years, is a blessing ; but the blessing becomes very question able if it have to be sought afresh every other Session.

One thing was manifest to thoughtful, working, eager political Liberals. They must have not only a majority in the next Parliament, but a majority of good men — of men good and true. There must be no more mismanagement ; no more quarrelling ; no more idleness. Was it to be borne that an unprincipled so called Conservative Prime Minister should go on slicing the cake after such a fashion as that lately adopted ? Old bishops had even talked of resigning, and Knights of the Garter had seemed to die on purpose. So there was a great stir at the Liberal political clubs, and every good and true man was summoned to the battle. % Now no Liberal soldier, as a young soldier, had been known to be more good and true than Mr. Finn, the Irishman, who had held office two years ago to the satisfaction of all his friends, and who had retired from office because he had found himself com pelled to support a measure which had since been carried by those very men from whom he had been obliged on this account to divide himself.

It had always been felt by his old friends that he had been, if not ill-used, at least very unfortunate. He had been twelve months in advance of his party, and had consequently been driven out into the cold. So when the names of good men and true were mustered, and weighed, and discussed, and scrutinised by some active members of the Liberal party in a certain very private room not far removed from our great seat of parliamentary warfare ; and when the capabilities, and expediencies, and pos sibilities were tossed to and fro among these active members it came to pass that the name of Mr. Finn was mentioned more than TEMPTATION. 5 once. Mr. Phineas Finn was the gentleman's name — which statement may be necessary to explain the term of endearment which was occasionally used in speaking of him.

" He has got some permanent place," said Mr. Ratler, who was living on the well-founded hope of being a Treasury Secretary under the new dispensation ; " and of course he won't leave it." It must be acknowledged that Mr. Ratler, than whom no judge in such matters possessed more experience, had always been afraid of Phineas Finn. " He'll lave it fast enough, if you'll make it worth his while," said the Honourable Laurence Fitzgibbon, who also had his expectations. " But he married when he went away, and he can't afford it," said Mr. Bonteen, another keen expectant. " Devil a bit," said the Honourable Laurence ; " or, anyways, the poor thing died of her first baby before it was born. Phinny hasn't an impidiment, no more than I have." " He's the best Irishman we ever got hold of," said Barrington Erie — " present company always excepted, Laurence."

" Bedad, you needn't except me, Barrington. I know what a man's made of, and what a man can do. And I know what he can't do. I'm not bad at the outside skirmishing. I'm worth me salt. I say that with a just reliance on me own powers. But Phinny is a different sort of man. Phinny can stick to a desk from twelve to seven, and wish to come back again after dinner. He's had money left him, too, and 'd like to spend some of it on an English borough." " You never can quite trust him," said Bonteen. Now Mr. Bonteen had never loved Mr. Finn. " At any rate we'll try him again," said Barrington Erie, making a little note to that effect. And they did try him again. Phineas Finn, when last seen by the public, was departing from parliamentary life in London to the enjoyment of a modest place under Government in his own country, with something of a shattered ambition.

After various turmoils he had achieved a competency, and had married the girl of his heart. But now his wife was dead, and he was again alone in the world. One of his friends had declared that money had been left to him. That was true, but the money had not been much. Phineas Finn had lost his father as well as his wife, and had inherited about four thousand pounds. He was not at this time much over thirty ; and it must be acknowledged in regard to him that, since the day on which he had accepted place and retired from London, his very soul had sighed for the lost glories of Westminster and Downing Street. There are certain modes of life which, if once adopted, make contentment in any other circumstances almost an impossibility. In old age a man may retire without repining, though it is often beyond the power even of the old man to do so ; but in youth, with all the faculties still perfect, with the body still strong, with the hopes still buoyant, such a change as that which had been made by Phineas Finn was more than he, or than most men, could bear with equanimity.

He had revelled in the gaslight, and could not lie quiet on a sunny bank. To the palate accustomed to high 'cookery, bread and milk is almost painfully insipid. When Phineas Finn found himself discharging in Dublin the routine duties of his office, — as to which there was no public comment, no feeling that such duties were done in the face of the country, — he became sick at heart and discontented. Like the warhorse out at grass he remembered the sound of the battle and the noise of trumpets. After five years spent in the heat and full excitement of London society, life in Ireland was tame to him, and cold, and dull, tie did not analyse the difference between metropolitan and quasi-metropolitan manners ; but he found that men and women in Dublin were different from those to whom he had been accustomed in London.

He had lived among lords, and the sons and daughters of lords ; and though the official secretaries and assistant commissioners among whom his lot now threw him were for the most part clever fellows, fond of society, and perhaps more than his equals in the kind of conversation which he found to be prevalent, still they were not the same as the men he had left behind him, — men alive with the excitement of parliamentary life in London. When in London he had often told himself that he was sick of it, and that he would better love some country quiet life. Now Dublin was his Tibur, and the fickle one found that he could not be happy unless he were back again at Rome. When therefore, he received the following letter from his friend, Barrington Erie, he neighed like the old warhorse, and already found himself shouting "Ha, ha," among the trumpets.

TEMPTATION. 7 u Street, 9th July, 18—. " I\Iy dear Finn, " Although you are not now immediately concerned in such trifling matters you have no doubt heard that we are all to be sent back at once to our constituents, and that there will be a general election about the end of September. We are sure that we shall have such a majority as we never had before ; but we are determined to make it as strong as possible, and to get in all the good men that are to be had. Have you a mind to try again ? After all, there is nothing like it. " Perhaps you may have some Irish seat in your eye for which you would be safe. To tell the truth we know very little of the Irish seats — not so much as, I think, we ought to do. But if you are not so lucky I would suggest Tankerville in Durham. Of course there would be a contest, and a little money will be wanted ; but the money would not be much.

Browborough has sat for the place now for three Parliaments, and seems to think it all his own. I am told that nothing could be easier than to turn him out. You will remember the man — a great, hulking, heavy, speechless fellow, who ahvays used to sit just over Lord Macaw's shoulder. I have made inquiry, and I am told that he must walk if anybody would go down who could talk to the colliers every night for a week or so. It would just be the work for you. Of course, you should have all the assistance we could give you, and Molescroft would put you into the hands of an agent who wouldn't spend money for you. would do it all. • " I am very sorry to hear of your great loss, as also was Lady Laura, who, as you are aware, is still abroad with her father. We have all thought that the loneliness of your present life might perhaps make you willing to come back among us.

I write instead of Ratler, because I am helping him in the Northern Counties. But you will understand all about that. " Yours, ever faithfully, " Barrington Erle. " Of course Tankerville has been dirty. Browborough has spent a fortune there. But I do not think that that need dishearten you. You will go there with clean hands. It must be understood that there shall not be as much as a glass of beer. I am told that the fellows won't vote for Browborough unless he spends money, and I fancy he will be afraid to do it heavily after all that has come and gone. If he does you'll have him out on a petition. Let us have an answer as soon as possible." He at once resolved that he would go over and see ; but, before he replied to Erie's letter, he walked half-a-dozen times the length of the pier at Kingston meditating on his answer.

He had no one belonging to him. He had been deprived of his young bride, and left desolate. He could ruin no one but himself. Where could there be a man in all the world who had a more perfect right to play a trick with his own prospects ? If he threw up his place and spent all his money, who could blame him ? Neverthe less, he did tell himself that, when he should have thrown up his place and spent all his money, there would remain to him his own self to be disposed of in a manner that might be very awkward to him. A man owes it to his country, to his friends, even to his acquaintance, that he shall not be known to be going about wanting a dinner, with never a coin in his pocket. It is very well for a man to boast that he is lord of himself, and that having no ties he may do as he pleases with that possession.

But it is a possession of which, unfortunately, he cannot rid himself when he finds that there is nothing advantageous to be done with it. Doubtless there is a way of riddance. There is the bare bodkin. Or a man may fall overboard between Holyhead and Kingston in the dark, and may do it in such a cunning fashion that his friends shall think that it was an accident. But against these modes of riddance there is a canon set, which some men still fear to disobey. The thing that he was asked to do was perilous. Standing in his present niche of vantage he was at least safe. And added to his safety there were material comforts. He had more than enough for his wants. His work was light ; he lived among men and women with whom he was popular. The very fact of his past parliamentary life had caused him to be regarded as a man of some note among the notables of the Irish capital.

Lord Lieutenants were gracious to him, and the wives of judges smiled upon him at their tables. He was encouraged to talk of those wars of the gods at which he had been present, and was so treated as to make TEMPTATION. 9 him feel that he was somebody in the world of Dublin. Now he was invited to give all this up ; and for what ? He answered that question to himself with enthusiastic elo quence. The reward offered to him was the thing which in all the world he liked best. It was suggested to him that he should again have within his reach that parliamentary renown which had once been the very breath of his nostrils. We all know those arguments and quotations, antagonistic to prudence, with which a man fortifies himself in rashness. " None but the brave deserve the fair." " Where there's a will there's a way."

" Nothing venture nothing have." " The sword is to him who can use it." " Fortune favours the bold." But on the other side there is just as much to be said. " A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush." " Look before you leap." " Thrust not out your hand further than you can draw it back again." All which maxims of life Phineas Finn revolved within his own heart, if not carefully, at least frequently, as he walked up and down the long pier of Kingston Harbour. But what matters such revolvings ? A man placed as was our Phineas always does that which most pleases him at the moment, being but poor at argument if he cannot carry the weight to that side which best satisfies his own feelings. Had not his success been very great when he before made the attempt ? Was he not well aware at every moment of his life that, after having so thoroughly learned his lesson in London, he was throwing away his hours amidst his present pursuits in Dublin ?

Did he not owe himself to his country ? And then, again, what might not London do for him ? Men who had begun as he begun had lived to rule over Cabinets, and to sway the Empire. He had been happy for a short twelvemonth with his young bride, — for a short twelvemonth, — and then she had been taken from him. Had she been spared to him he would never have longed for more than Fate had given him. He would never have sighed again for the glories of Westminster had his Mary not gone from him. Now he was alone in the world ; and, though he could look forward to possible and not improbable events which would make that future disposition of himself a most difficult question for him, still he would dare to try. As the first result of Erie's letter Phineas was over in London early in August. If he went on with this matter, he must, of course, resign the office for holding which he was now paid a thousand a year.

He could retain that as long as he chose to earn the money, but the earning of it would not be compatible with a seat in Parliament. He had a few thousand pounds with which he could pay for the contest at Tankerville, for the consequent petition which had been so generously suggested to him, and maintain himself in London for a session or two should he be so fortunate as to carry his election. Then he would be penniless, with the world before him as a closed oyster to be again opened, and he knew, — no one better, — that this oyster becomes harder and harder in the opening as the man who has to open it becomes older. It is an oyster that will close to again with a snap, after you have got your knife well into it, if you withdraw your point but for a moment. He had had a rough tussle with the oyster already, and had reached the fish within the shell.

Nevertheless, the oyster which he had got was not the oyster which he wanted. So he told himself now, and here had come to him the chance of trying again. Early in August he went over to England, saw Mr. Molescroft, and made his first visit to Tankerville. He did not like the look of Tankerville ; but nevertheless he resigned his place before the month was over. That was the one great step, or rather the leap in the dark, — and that he took. Things had been so arranged that the election at Tankerville was to take place on the 20th of October. When the dissolution had been notified to all the world by Mr. Daubeny an earlier day was suggested; but Mr. Daubeny saw reasons for postponing it for a fortnight. Mr. Daubeny's enemies were again very ferocious. It was all a trick. Mr. Daubeny had no right to continue Prime Minister a day after the decided expression of opinion as to unfitness which had been pronounced by the House of Commons.

Men were waxing very wrath. Nevertheless, so much power remained in Mr. Daubeny's hand, and the election was delayed. That for Tankerville would not be held till the 20th of October. The whole House could not be chosen till the end of the month, — hardly by that time and yet there was to be an autumn Session. The Ratlers and Bonteens were at any rate clear about the autumn Session. It was abso lutely impossible that Mr. Daubeny should be allowed to remain in power over Christmas, and up to February. Mr Molescroft, whom Phineas saw _ in London was not a TEMPTATION. 11 comfortable councillor. "So you are going down to Tanker ville ? " he said. " They seem to think I might as well try." " Quite right; — quite right. Somebody ought to try it, no doubt. It would be a disgrace to the whole party if Browborough were allowed to walk over.

There isn't a borough in England more sure to return a Liberal than Tankerville if left to itself. And yet that lump of a legislator has sat there as a Tory for the last dozen years by dint of money and brass." " You think we can unseat him ? " " I don't say that. He hasn't come to the end of his money, and as to his brass that is positively without end." " But surely he'll have some fear of consequences after what has been done ? " " None in the least. What has been done ? Can }*ou name a single Parliamentary aspirant who has been made to suffer ? " " They have suffered in character," said Phineas. " I should not like to have the things said of me that have been said of them." " I don't know a man of them who stands in a worse position among his own friends than he occupied before. And men of that sort don't want a good position among their enemies.

They know they're safe. When the seat is in dispute everybody is savage enough ; but when it is merely a question of punishing a man, what is the use of being savage ? AVho knows whose turn it may be next ? " " He'll play the old game then ?" " Of course he'll play the old game," said Mr. Molescroft. " He doesn't know any other game. All the purists in England wouldn't teach him to think that a poor man ought not to sell his vote, and that a rich man oughtn't to buy it. You mean to go in for purity?" " Certainly I do." " Browborough will think just as badly of you as you will of him. He'll hate you because he'll think you are trying to rob him of what he has honestly bought ; but he'll hate you quite as much because you try to rob the borough. He'd tell you if you asked him that he doesn't want his seat for nothing, any more than he wants his house or his carriage-horses for nothing.