17 Arthur Fletcher received his brother's teaching as true, and took his brother's advice in good part, so that, before the morning following, he had resolved that however deep the wound might be, he would so live before the world that the world should not see his wound. What people already knew they must know, but they should learn nothing further either by words or signs from him. He would, as he had said to his brother, have it out with Emily, and then if she told him plainly that she loved the man, he would bid her adieu, simply expressing regret that their course for life should be divided. He was confident that she would tell him the entire truth. She would be restrained neither by false modesty nor by any assumed unwillingness to discuss her own affairs with a friend so true to her as he had been. He knew her well enough to be sure that she recognized the value of his love, though she could not bring herself to accept it.  But again there are men who, even when they are rejected, are almost loved, who are considered to be worthy of all reverence, almost of worship, and yet the worshipers will not love them. Not analyzing all this, but somehow conscious of the light in which this girl regarded him, he knew that what he might say would be treated with deference. As to shaking her, as to talking her out of one purpose and into another, that to him did not for a moment seem to be practicable. There was no hope of that. He hardly knew why he should endeavor to say a word to her before he left Wharton. And yet he felt that it must be said. Were he to allow her to be married to this man without any further previous word between them, it would appear that he had resolved to quarrel with her for ever. But now, at this very moment of time, as he lay in his bed, as he dressed himself in the morning, as he sauntered about among the new haystacks with his pipe in his mouth after breakfast, he came to some conclusion in his mind very much averse to such quarrelling. He had loved her with all his heart. It had not been a mere drawing-room love begotten between a couple of waltzes and fostered by five minutes in a crush. He knew himself to be a man of the world, and he did not wish to be other than he was. He could talk among men as men talked and act as men acted, and he could do the same with women. But there was one person who had been to him above all and round everything and under everything. There had been a private nook within him into which there had been no entrance but for the one image. There had been a holy of holies which he had guarded within himself, keeping it free from all outer contamination for his own use. He had cherished the idea of a clear fountain of ever-running water which would at last be his, always ready for the comfort of his own lips. Now all his hope was shattered, his trust gone, and his longing disappointed. But the person was the same person, though she could not be his. The nook was there, though she would not fill it. The holy of holies was not less holy, though he himself might not dare to lift the curtain. The fountain would still run, still the clearest fountain of all, though he might not put his lips to it. He would never allow himself to think of it with lessened reverence or with changed ideas as to her nature. And then as he stood leaning against a ladder which still kept its place against one of the hay-ricks and filled his second pipe unconsciously, he had to realize to himself the probable condition of his future life. Of course she would marry this man with very little further delay. Her father had already declared himself to be too weak to interfere much longer with her wishes. Of course Mr. Wharton would give way. He had himself declared that he would give way. And then what sort of life would be her life? No one knew anything about the man. There was an idea that he was rich, but wealth such as his, wealth that is subject to speculation, will fly away at a moment's notice. He might be cruel, a mere adventurer, or a thorough ruffian for all that was known of him. There should, thought Arthur Fletcher to himself, be more stability in the giving and taking of wives than could be reckoned upon here. He became old in that half hour, taking home to himself and appreciating many saws of wisdom and finger directions of experience, which hitherto had been to him matters almost of ridicule. But he could only come to this conclusion, that as she was still to be to him his holy of holies, though he might not lay his hand upon the altar, his fountain, though he might not drink of it, the one image which alone could have filled that nook, he would not cease to regard her happiness when she should have become the wife of this stranger. With the stranger himself he could never be on friendly terms, but for the stranger's wife there should always be a friend if the friend were needed. About an hour before lunch, John Fletcher, who had been hanging about the house all the morning in a manner very unusual to him, caught Emily Wharton as she was passing through the hall, and told her that Arthur was in a certain part of the grounds and wished to speak to her. Alone, she asked? Yes, certainly alone. ought I to go to him, John, she asked again? Certainly I think you ought. Then he had done his commission and was able to apply himself to whatever business he had on hand. Emily at once put on her hat, took her parasol, and left the house. There was something distasteful to her in the idea of this going out at a lover's bidding to meet him. But like all Wharton's and all Fletcher's she trusted John Fletcher. And then she was aware that there were circumstances which might make such a meeting as this serviceable. She knew nothing of what had taken place during the last four and twenty hours. She had no idea that in consequence of words spoken to him by her father and his brother, Arthur Fletcher was about to abandon his suit. There would have been no doubt about her going to meet him had she thought this. She supposed that she would have to hear again the old story. If so, she would hear it, and would then have an opportunity of telling him that her heart had been given entirely to another. She knew all that she owed to him. After a fashion she did love him. He was entitled to all kindest consideration from her hands. But he should be told the truth. As she entered the shrubbery he came out to meet her giving her his hand with a frank easy air and a pleasant smile. His smile was as bright as the ripple of this sea, and his eye would then gleam, and the slightest sparkle of his white teeth would be seen between his lips, and the dimple of his chin would show itself deeper than at other times. It is very good of you. I thought you'd come, John asked you, I suppose. Yes, he told me you were here and he said I ought to come. I don't know about ought, but I think it better. Will you mind walking on as I've got something that I want to say? Then he turned and she turned with him into the little wood. I'm not going to bother you any more, my darling, he said.  Her heart sank almost in her bosom as she heard this, though it was exactly what she would have wished to hear. But now there must be some close understanding between them and some tenderness. She knew how much she had owed him, how good he had been to her, how true had been his love, and she felt that words would fail her to say that which ought to be said. So you have given yourself to one Ferdinand Lopez? Yes, she said in a hard dry voice. Yes, I have. I do not know who told you, but I have. Your father told me. It was better, was it not, that I should know. You're not sorry that I should know. It is better. I am not going to say a word against him. No, do not do that. Nor against you. I am simply here now to let you know that I retire. You will not quarrel with me, Arthur? Quarrel with you? I could not quarrel with you if I would. No, there shall be no quarrel. But I do not suppose we shall see each other very often. I hope we may. Sometimes perhaps a man should not, I think, affect to be friends with a successful rival. I dare say he is an excellent fellow, but how is it possible that he and I should get on together? But you will always have one, one besides him, who will love you best in this world. No, no, no. It must be so. There will be nothing wrong in that, everyone has some dearest friend, and you will always be mine. If anything of evil should ever happen to you, which of course there won't, there would be someone who would. But I don't want to talk bunk'em. I only want you to believe me. Goodbye, and God bless you. Then he put out his right hand, holding his hat under his left arm. You are not going away. Tomorrow, perhaps, but I will say my real goodbye to you here, now, today. I hope you may be happy. I hope it with all my heart. Goodbye. God bless you. Oh, Arthur, then she put her hand in his. Oh, I have loved you so dearly. It has been with my whole heart. You have never quite understood me, but it has been as true as heaven.  A man shouldn't let it get the better of him as I have done. Say goodbye to me, Emily. Goodbye, she said, still leaving her hand in his. I suppose that's about all. Don't let them quarrel with you here if you can help it. Of course, at Long Barns they won't like it for a time. Oh, if it could have been different. Then he dropped her hand and, turning his back quickly upon her, went away along the path.  A girl's cheek is never so holy to herself as it is to her lover, if he do love her. There would have been something of reconciliation, something of a promise of future kindness in a kiss, which even Ferdinand would not have grudged. It would for her have robbed the parting of that bitterness of pain which his words had given to it. As to all that he had made no calculation, but the bitterness was there for him and he could have done nothing that would have expelled it. She wept bitterly as she returned to the house. There might have been cause for joy. It was clear enough that her father, though he had shown no sign to her of yielding, was nevertheless prepared to yield. It was her father who had caused Arthur Fletcher to take himself off, as a lover really dismissed. But at this moment she could not bring herself to look at that aspect of the affair. Her mind would revert to all those choicest moments in her early years in which she had been happy with Arthur Fletcher, in which she had first learned to love him, and had then taught herself to understand by some confused and perplexed lesson that she did not love him as men and women love. But why should she not so have loved him? Would she not have done so could she then have understood how true and firm he was? And then independently of herself, throwing herself aside for the time as she was bound to do when thinking of one so good to her as Arthur Fletcher, she found that no personal joy could drown the grief which she shared with him. For a moment the idea of a comparison between the two men forced itself upon her, but she drove it from her as she hurried back to the house. CHAPTER XVIII The Blase made by the Duchess of Omnium during the three months of the season up in London had been very great, but it was little in comparison with the social confiscation expected to be achieved at Gatherham Castle, little at least as far as public report went, and the general opinion of the day. No doubt the house in Carleton Gardens had been thrown open as the house of no Prime Minister, perhaps of no Duke had been opened before in this country, but it had been done by degrees and had not been accompanied by such a blowing of trumpets as was sounded with reference to the entertainments at Gatherham. I would not have it supposed that the trumpets were blown by the direct order of the Duchess. The trumpets were blown by the customary trumpeters as it became known that great things were to be done, all newspapers and very many tongues lending their assistance till the sounds of the instruments almost frightened the Duchess herself. Isn't it odd, she said to her friend, Mrs. Finn, that one can't have a few friends down in the country without such a fuss about it as the people are making? Mrs. Finn did not think it was odd, and so she said. Thousands of pounds were being spent in a very conspicuous way. Invitations to the place, even for a couple of days, for twenty-four hours, had been begged for abjectly. It was understood everywhere that the Prime Minister was bidding for greatness and popularity. Of course the trumpets were blown very loudly.  I'd do it for sixpence now. Perhaps of all the persons, much or little concerned, the one who heard the least of the trumpets, or rather who was the last to hear them, was the Duke himself. He could not fail to see something in the newspapers, but what he did see did not attract him so frequently or so strongly as it did the others. It was a pity, he thought, that a man social and private life should be made subject to so many remarks, but this misfortune was one of those to which wealth and rank are liable. He had long recognized that fact, and for a time had endeavored to believe that his intended sojourn at Gatherham Castle was not more public than are the autumn doings of other Dukes and other Prime Ministers. But gradually the trumpets did reach even his ears. Blind as he was to many things himself, he always had near to him that other Duke who was never blind to anything. You were going to do great things at Gatherham this year, said the Duke. Nothing particular, I hope, said the Prime Minister, with an inward trepidation, for gradually there had crept upon him a fear that his wife was making a mistake. I thought it was going to be very particular. It's Glen Quora's doing. I don't doubt but that her grace is right. Don't suppose that I am criticizing your hospitality. We are to be at Gatherham ourselves about the end of the month. It will be the first time that I shall have seen the place since your uncle's time. The Prime Minister at this moment was sitting in his own particular room at the Treasury Chambers, and before the entrance of his friend had been conscientiously endeavouring to define for himself not a future policy, but the past policy of the last month or two, it had not been for him a very happy occupation. He had become the head of government, and had not failed, for there he was, still the head of the government, with the majority at his back, and the six-months vacation before him. They who were entitled to speak to him confidentially as to his position were almost vehement in declaring his success. Mr. Rattler, about a week ago, had not seen any reason why the ministry should not endure at least for the next four years. Mr. Roby from the other side was equally confident. But on looking back at what he had done, and indeed on looking forward into his future intentions, he could not see why he, of all men, should be Prime Minister. He had once been Chancellor of the Exchequer, filling that office through two Halcyon sessions, and he had known the reason why he had held it. He had ventured to assure himself at the time that he was the best man whom his party could then have found for that office, and he had been satisfied. But he had none of that satisfaction now. There were men under him who were really at work. The Lord Chancellor had legal reforms on foot. Mr. Monk was busy, heart and soul, in regard to income tax and brewers licenses, making our poor Prime Minister's mouth water. Lord Drummond was active among the colonies. Phineas Finn had at any rate his ideas about Ireland. But with the Prime Minister, or so at least the Duke told himself, it was all a blank. The policy confided to him and expected that his hands was that of keeping together a coalition ministry. That was a task that did not satisfy him. And now, gradually, very slowly indeed at first, but still with a sure step, there was creeping upon him the idea that his power of cohesion was sought for and perhaps found not in his political capacity, but in his rank and wealth. It might in fact be the case that it was his wife, the Duchess, that Lady Glencora of whose wild impulses and general impracticability he had always been in dread, that she, with her dinner parties and receptions, with her crowded saloons, her music, her picnics, and social temptations, was Prime Minister rather than he himself. It might be that this had been understood by the coalesced parties, by everybody, in fact, except himself. It had perhaps been found that in the state of things then existing, a ministry could best be kept together, not by parliamentary capacity, but by social arrangements, such as his Duchess and his Duchess alone could carry out. She and she only would have the spirit and the money and the sort of cleverness required. In such a state of things he, of course, as her husband, must be the nominal Prime Minister. There was no anger in his bosom as he thought of this. It would be hardly just to say that there was jealousy. His nature was essentially free from jealousy. But there was shame and self-accusation at having accepted so great an office with so little fixed purpose as to great work. It might be his duty to subordinate even his pride to the service of his country, and to consent to be a fenillon minister, a gilded treasury log, because by remaining in that position he would enable the government to be carried on. But how base the position, how mean, how repugnant to that grand idea of public work, which had hitherto been the motive power of all his life? How would he continue to live if this thing were to go on from year to year, he pretending to govern while others governed, stalking about from one public hall to another in a blue ribbon, taking the highest place at all the tables, receiving mock reverence and known to all men as fenillon First Lord of the Treasury? Now, as he had been thinking of all this, the most trusted of his friends had come to him and had at once eluded to the very circumstances which had been pressing so heavily on his mind. I was delighted, continued the Elder Duke, when I heard that you would determine to go to Gatherham Castle this year. If a man has a big house, I suppose he ought to live in it sometimes. Certainly it was for such purposes as this now intended that your uncle built it. He never became a public man, and therefore, though he went there every year, I believe, he never really used it. He hated it in his heart, and so do I, and so does Lencora. I don't see why any man should have his private life interrupted by being made to keep a huge caravansary open for persons he doesn't care a straw about. You would not like to live alone? Alone with my wife and children I would certainly do it during a portion of the year at least. I doubt whether such a life, even for a month or for a week, is compatible with your duties. You would hardly find it possible. Could you do without your private secretaries? Would you know enough of what is going on if you did not discuss matters with others? A man cannot be both private and public at the same time. And therefore one has to be chopped up like a reed out of the river, as the poet said, and yet not give sweet music afterwards. The Duke of St. Bungie said nothing in answer to this, as he did not understand the chopping of the reed. I'm afraid I've been wrong about this collection of people down at Gatheram, continued the younger Duke. Lencora is impulsive and has overdone the thing. Just look at that. And he handed a letter to his friend. The old Duke put on his spectacles and read the letter through, which ran as follows. Private, my Lord Duke, I do not doubt but that your grace is aware of my position in regard to the public press of this country. And I beg to assure your grace that my present proposition is made, not on account of the great honor and pleasure which would be conferred upon myself should your grace exceed to it, but because I feel assured that I might so be best enabled to discharge an important duty for the benefit of the public generally. Your grace is about to receive the whole fashionable world of England and many distinguished foreign ambassadors at your ancestral halls, not solely for social delight, for a man in your grace's high position is not able to think only of a pleasant life, but in order that the prestige of your combined ministry may be so best maintained that your grace is there by doing a duty to your country, no man who understands the country can doubt. But it must be the case that the country at large should interest itself in your festivities and should demand to have accounts of the gala doings of your ducal palace. Your grace will probably agree with me that these records could be better given by one empowered by yourself to give them, by one who had been present and who would write in your grace's interest than by some interloper who would receive his tale only at second hand. It is my purport now to inform your grace that should I be honored by an invitation to your grace's party at Gatherham, I should obey such a call with the greatest alacrity and would devote my pen and the public organ which is at my disposal to your grace's service with the readiest goodwill. I have the honor to be, my Lord Duke, your grace's most obedient and very humble servant. Quintus slide. The old Duke, when he had read the letter, laughed heartily. Isn't that a terribly bad sign of the times? Said the Younger. Well, hardly that, I think.  But I don't think we are therefore to suppose that there are many fools and blaggards like him. I wonder what he really has wanted. He has wanted me to ask him to gather him. He can hardly have expected that.  He may have thought that there was a possible off chance and that he would not lose even that for want of asking. Of course, you won't notice it. I have asked Warburton to write to him saying that he cannot be received at my house. I have all letters answered unless they seem to have come from insane persons. Would it not shock you if your private arrangements were invaded in that way? He can't invade you. Yes, he can. And he does. That is an invasion. And whether he is there or not, he can and will write about my house. And though no one else will make himself such a fool as he is done by his letter, never the less even that is a sign of what others are doing.  It was your word, and I echoed it. I suppose you are going to have a great many people. I am afraid Glenn Cora has overdone it. I don't know why I should trouble you by saying so, but it makes me uneasy. I can't see why. I fear she has got some idea into her head of astounding the world by display. I think she has got an idea of conquering the world by graciousness and hospitality. It is as bad. It is indeed the same thing. Why should we want to conquer what we call the world? She ought to want to entertain my friends, because they are my friends. And if for my public position I have more so-called friends that would trouble me in a happier condition of private life, why then she must entertain more people? There should be nothing beyond that. The idea of conquering people, as you call it, by feeding them is to be abominable. If it goes on, it will drive me mad. I shall have to give up everything because I cannot bear the burden. This he said with some more excitement, with stronger passion than his friend had ever seen in him before, so much so that the old yoke was frightened. I ought never to have been where I am, said the Prime Minister, getting up from his chair and walking about the room. Allow me to assure you that in that you were decidedly mistaken, said his grace of St. Bungie. I cannot make even you see the inside of my heart in such a matter as this, said his grace of omnium. I think I do. It may be that in saying so, I claim for myself greater power than I possess, but I think I do. But let your heart say what it may on the subject. I am sure of this, that when the sovereign by the advice of two outgoing ministers and with the unequivocally expressed the scent of the House of Commons calls on a man to serve her and the country, that man cannot be justified in refusing merely by doubts about his own fitness. If your health is failing you, you may know it and say so. Or it may be that your honor, your faith to others, should forbid you to accept the position. But of your own general fitness, you must take the verdict given by such general consent. They have seen clearer than you have done, what is required, and know better than you can know how that which is wanted is to be secured. If I am to be here and do nothing, must I remain? A man cannot keep together the government of the country and do nothing. Do not trouble yourself about this crowd at Gatherham. The Duchess easily, almost without exertion, will do that which to you, or to me either, would be impossible. Let her have her way and take no notice of the quintess slides. The Prime Minister smiled, as though this repeated allusion to Mr. Slide's letter had brought back his good humor and said nothing further then as to his difficulties. There were a few words to be spoken as to some future cabinet meeting, something perhaps to be settled as to some man's work or position, a hint to be given and a lesson to be learned. For of these inner cabinet councils between these two statesmen there was frequent use, and then the Duke of St. Bungie took his leave. Our Duke, as soon as his friend had left him, rang for his private secretary and went to work diligently as though nothing had disturbed him. I do not know that his labours on that occasion were of a very high order. Unless there be some special effort of lawmaking before the country, some reform bill to be passed, some attempt at education to be made, some fetters to be forged or to be relaxed, a prime minister is not driven hard by the work of his portfolio, as are his colleagues. But many men were in want of many things and contrived by many means to make their wants known to the prime minister. A dean would feign be a bishop or a judge, a chief justice or a commissioner, a chairman or a secretary, a commissioner. Knights would feign be baronets, barons and barons' earls. In one guise or another, the wants of gentlemen were made known and there was work to be done. A ribbon cannot be given away without breaking the hearts of perhaps three gentlemen and of their wives and daughters. And then he went down to the House of Lords for the last time this session as far as work was concerned. On the morrow, legislative work would be over and the gentlemen of parliament would be sent to their country houses and to their pleasant country joys. It had been arranged that on the day after the prorogation of parliament, the Duchess of Omnium should go down to gather them to prepare for the coming of the people, which was to commence about three days later, taking her ministers, Mrs. Finn and Lowcock with her and that her husband with his private secretaries and dispatch boxes was to go for those three days to matching, a smaller place than gather them but one to which they were much better accustomed. If, as the Duchess thought to be not unlikely, the Duke should prolong his stay for a few days at matching, she felt confident that she would be able to bear the burden of the castle on her own shoulders. She had thought it to be very probable that he would prolong his stay at matching and if the absence were not too long this might be well explained to the assembled company. In the Duchess's estimation, a Prime Minister would lood nothing by pleading the nature of his business as an excuse for such absence or by having such a plea made for him. Of course he must appear at last but as to that she had no fear. His timidity and his conscience also would both be too potent to allow him to shirk the nuisance of gather them all together. He would come, she was sure but she did not much care how long he deferred his coming. She was therefore not a little surprised when he announced to her an alteration in his plans. This he did not many hours after the Duke of St. Bungie had left him at the treasury chambers. I think I shall go down with you at once to gather him, he said. What is the meaning of that? The Duchess was not skilled in hiding her feelings at any rate from him and declared to him at once by her voice and eye that the proposed change was not gratifying to her. It will be better. I had thought that I would get a quiet day or two at matching but as the thing has to be done it may as well be done at first. A man ought to receive his own guests. I can't say that I look forward to any great pleasure in doing so on this occasion but I shall do it. It was very easy to understand also the tone of his voice. There was in it something of offended dignity, something of future marital intentions, something also of the weakness of distress. She did not want him to come at once to gather him. A great deal of money was being spent and the absolute spending was not yet quite perfected. There might still be possibility of interference. The tents were not all pitched. The lamps were not as yet all hung in the conservatories. Wagons would still be coming in and work would still be going out. He would think less of what had been done if he could be kept from seeing it while it was being done and the greater crowd which would be gathered there by the end of the first week would carry off the vastness of the preparations. As to money, he had given her almost carte blanche, having at one vassalatory period of his prime ministership been talked by her into some agreement with her own plans. And in regard to money, he would say to himself that he ought not to interfere with any whim of hers on that score unless he thought it right to crush the whim on some other score. Half of what he possessed had been hers and even if during this year he would have spent more than his income, if he were to double or even treble the expenditure of past years, he could not consume the additions to his wealth which had accrued and heaped themselves up since his marriage. He had therefore written a line to his banker and a line to his lawyer and he had himself seen Lowcock and his wife's hands had been loosened. I didn't think your grace said, Lowcock, that his grace would be so very, very, very, very what, Lowcock? So very free, your grace. The Duchess, as she thought of it, declared to herself that her husband was the truest nobleman in all England. She revered, admired, and almost loved him. She knew him to be infinitely better than herself. But she could hardly sympathize with him and was quite sure that he did not sympathize with her. He was so good about the money but yet it was necessary that he should be kept in the dark as to the spending of a good deal of it. Now he was going to upset a portion of her plans by coming to gather him before he was wanted. She knew him to be obstinate but it might be possible to turn him back to his old purpose by clever manipulation. Of course it would be much nicer for me, she said. That alone would be sufficient. Thanks, dear, but we had arranged for people to come at first whom I thought you would not specially care to meet. Sir Orlando and Mr. Rattler will be there with their wives. I have become quite used to Sir Orlando and Mr. Rattler. No doubt, and therefore I wanted to spare you something of their company, the duke whom you really do like isn't coming yet. I thought too you would have your work to finish off. I fear it is of a kind that won't bear finishing off. However, I have made up my mind and have already told Lowcock to send word to the people at matching to say that I shall not be there yet. How long will all this last at gather him? Who can say? I should have thought you could. People are not coming, I suppose, for an indefinite time. As one set leaves, one asks others. Haven't you asked enough as yet? I should like to know when we may expect to get away from the place.  But you must, certainly. And I should wish you to go with me when we do go to matching. Oh, Plantagenet, said the wife. What a Darby and Joan kind of thing you like to have it. Yes, I do, the Darby and Joan kind of thing is what I like. Only Darby is to be in office all day and Parliament all night and Joan is to stay at home. Would you wish me not to be in an office and not to be in Parliament? But don't let us misunderstand each other. You are doing the best you can to further what you think to be my interests. I am, said the Duchess. I love you the better for it day by day. This so surprised her that as she took him by the arm, her eyes were filled with tears. I know that you are working for me quite as hard as I work for myself and that you are doing so with the pure ambition of seeing your husband a great man and myself a great man's wife. It is the same thing, but I would not have you overdo your work. I would not have you make yourself conspicuous by anything like display. There are ill-natured people who will say things that you do not expect and to which I should be more sensitive than I ought to be. Spare me such pain as this if you can.  I will go down with you to gather him on Friday. Then he left her. End of chapter 18. Chapter 19 of the Prime Minister. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings were in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Nicholas Clifford. The Prime Minister by Anthony Trollop. Chapter 19, Vulgarity. The Duke and the Duchess with their children and personal servants reached Gatherham Castle the day before the first crowd of visitors was expected. It was a lovely autumn afternoon and the Duke who would endeavour to make himself pleasant during the journey had suggested that as soon as the heat would allow them they would saunter about the grounds and see what was being done. They could dine late at half past eight or nine so that they might be walking from seven to eight. But the Duchess when she reached the castle declined to fall into this arrangement. The journey had been hot and dusty and she was a little cross. They reached the place about five and then she declared that she would have a cup of tea and lie down. She was too tired to walk and the sun, she said, was still scorchingly hot. He then asked that the children might go with him but the two little girls were weary and travel worn and the two boys, the elder of whom was home from Eaton and the younger from some minor Eaton were already out about the place after their own pleasures. So the Duke started for his walk alone. The Duchess certainly did not wish to have to inspect the works in conjunction with her husband. She knew how much there was that she ought still to do herself, how many things that she herself ought to see but she could neither do anything nor see anything to any purpose under his wing. As to lying down, that she knew would be quite out of the question. She had already found out that the life which she had adopted was one of incessant work but she was neither weak nor idle. She was quite prepared to work if only she might work after her own fashion and with companions chosen by herself. Had not her husband been so perverse she would have traveled down with Mrs. Finn whose coming was now postponed for two days and Lowcock would have been with her. The Duke had given directions which made it necessary that Lowcock's coming should be postponed for a day and this was another grievance. She was put out a good deal and began to speculate whether her husband was doing it on purpose to torment her. Nevertheless, as soon as she knew that he was out of the way she went to her work. She could not go out among the tents and lawns and conservatories as she would probably meet him but she gave orders as to bed chambers saw to the adornments of the reception rooms had an eye to the banners and marshal trophies suspended in the vast hall and the busts and statues which adorned the corners looked in on the plate which was being prepared for the great dining room and super intended the moving about of chairs sofas and tables generally. You may take it as certain Mrs. Pritchard she said to the housekeeper that there will never be less than 40 for the next two months. 40 to sleep, my lady. To Pritchard the Duchess had for many years been Lady Glencora and she perhaps understood that her mistress liked the old appellation. Yes, 40 to sleep and 40 to eat and 40 to drink but that's nothing. 40 to push through 24 hours every day. Do you think you've got everything that you want? It depends, my lady, how long each of them stays. One night, no, say two nights on the average. That makes shifting the beds very often, doesn't it, my lady? Send up the puddocks for sheets tomorrow. Why wasn't that thought of before? It was, my lady, and I think we shall do. We've got the steam washery put up. Towels suggested the Duchess. Oh yes, my lady, puddocks did send a great many things. A whole wagon load that was come from the station but the tablecloths ain't none of them long enough for the big table. The Duchess's face fell. Of course, there must be two. On them very long tables, my lady, there always is two. Why didn't you tell me so that I could have had them made? It's impossible, impossible that one brain should think of it all. Are you sure you've got enough hands in the kitchen? Well, my lady, we couldn't do with more and they ain't an atom of use only just in the way. If you don't know something about them, I suppose Mr. Millepoix will be down soon. This name, which Mr. Pritchard called Millepoix, indicated a French cook who was as yet unknown at the castle. He'll be here tonight. I wish he could have been here a day or two sooner, my lady, so it's just to see about him. And how should we have got our dinner in town? He won't make any difficulties. The confectioner did come. Yes, my lady, and to tell the truth out at once, he was that drunk last night that, oh, dear, we didn't know what to do with him. I don't mind that before the affair begins. I don't suppose he'll get tipsy while he has to work for all these people. You've plenty of eggs? These questions went on so rapidly that in addition to the asking of them, the Duchess was able to go through all the rooms before she dressed for dinner. And in every room she saw something to speak of, noting either perfection or imperfection. In the meantime, the Duke had gone out alone. It was still hot, but he had made up his mind that he would enjoy his first holiday out of town by walking about his own grounds, and he would not allow the heat to interrupt him. He went out through the vast hall and the huge front door, which was so huge and so grand that it was very seldom used. But it was open now by chance, owing to some incident of this festival time, and he passed through it and stood upon the grand terrace with the well-known and much-lauded portico overhead. Up to the terrace, though it was very high, there ran a road, constructed upon arches, so that grand guests could drive almost into the house. The Duke, who was never grand himself, as he stood there looking at the far-stretching view before him, could not remember that he had ever but once before placed himself on that spot. Of what use had been the portico and the marbles and the huge pile of stone? On what use the enormous hall just behind him, cutting the house in two, declaring aloud by its own aspect and proportions that it had been built altogether for show and in no degree for use or comfort? And now, as he stood there, he could already see that men were at work about the place, that ground had been moved here and grass laid down there, and the new gravel road constructed in another place. Was it not possible that his friend should be entertained without all these changes in the gardens? Then he perceived the tents and descending from the terrace and turning to the left towards the end of the house. He came upon a new conservatory, the exotics with which it was to be filled were at this moment being brought in on great barrows. He stood for a moment and looked but said not a word to the men. They gazed at him but evidently did not know him. How should they know him? Him, who was so seldom there and who, when there, never showed himself about the place? Then he went farther afield from the house and came across more and more men. A great ha-ha fence had been made enclosing on three sides a large flat and turfed parallelogram of ground taken out of the park and open at one end to the gardens containing as he thought about an acre. What are you doing this for? He said to one of the laborers. The man stared at him and at first seemed hardly inclined to make him an answer. It be for the quality to shoot their bows and arrows, he said at last as he continued the easy task of patting with his spade for completed work. He evidently regarded this stranger as an intruder who was not entitled to ask questions even if he were permitted to wander about the grounds. From one place he went on to another and found changes and new erections and some device for throwing away money everywhere. It angered him to think that there was so little of simplicity left in the world that a man could not entertain his friends without such a fuss as this. His mind applied itself frequently to the consideration of money. Not that he grudged the loss of it but the spending of it in such a cause. And then perhaps there occurred to him an idea that all this should not have been done without a word of consent from himself. Had she come to him with some scheme for changing everything about the place making him think that the alterations were a matter of taste or mere personal pleasure, he would probably have given his assent at once thinking nothing of the money but all this was sheer display. And he walked up and saw the flag waving over the castle indicating that he, the Lord Lieutenant of the county, was present there on his own soil. That was right. That was as it should be because the flag was waving in compliance with an acknowledged ordinance. Of all that properly belonged to his ranks and station he could be very proud and would allow no diminution of that outward respect to which they were entitled. Were they to be trenched on by his fault in his person, the rights of others to their enjoyment would be endangered and the benefits accruing to his country from the established marks of residence would be imperiled. But here was an assumed and preposterous grandeur that was as much within the reach of some rich swindler or of some prosperous haberdasher as of himself having, too, a look of raw newness about it which was very distasteful to him. And then, too, he knew that nothing of all this would have been done unless he had become prime minister. Why on earth should a man's grounds be knocked about because he becomes prime minister? He walked on, arguing this within his own bosom till he had worked himself almost up to anger. It was clear that he must henceforth take things more into his own hands or he would be made to be absurd before the world. Indifference he knew he could bear, harsh criticism he thought he could endure, but to ridicule he was aware that he was pervious. Suppose the papers were to say of him that he built a new conservatory and made an archery ground for the sake of maintaining the coalition. When he got back to the house he found his wife alone in the small room in which they intended to dine. After all her labors she was now reclining for the few minutes her husband's absence might allow her knowing that after dinner there were a score of letters for her to write. I don't think, she said, I was ever so tired in my life. It isn't such a very long journey, after all, but it's a very big house and I've been, I think, into every room since I've been here and I've moved most of the furniture in the drawing rooms with my own hand and I've counted the pounds of butter and inspected the sheets and table cloths. Was that necessary, Glencora? If I had gone to bed instead, the world I suppose would have gone on and Sir Orlando Drout would still have led the House of Commons, but things should be looked after, I suppose. There were people to do it, you were like Martha troubling yourself with many things. I always felt that Martha was very ill-used. If there were no Marthas, there would never be anything to eat, but it's odd how sure a wife is to be scolded.  I don't know that I have scolded, not as yet. Are you going to begin? Not to scold, my dear. Looking back, can you remember that I ever scolded you? I can remember a great many times when you ought, but to tell the truth, I don't like all that you have done here. I cannot see that it was necessary. People make changes in their gardens without necessity sometimes, but these changes are made because of your guests. Had they been made to gratify your own taste, I would have said nothing. Although even in that case, I think you might have told me what you proposed to do. What, when you were so burdened with work that you do not know how to turn? I am never so burdened that I cannot turn to you, but as you know, that is not what I complain of. If it were done for yourself, though it were the wildest vagary, I would learn to like it. But it distresses me to think that what might have been good enough for our friends before should be thought to be insufficient because of the office I hold. There is, I was almost going to say vulgarity about it, which distresses me. Vulgarity, she exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa. I retract the word, I would not for the world say anything that should annoy you, but pray, pray, do not go on with it. Then again he left her. Vulgarity, there was no other word in the language so hard to bear as that. He had indeed been careful to say that he did not accuse her of vulgarity, but nevertheless the accusation had been made. Could you call your friend a liar more plainly than by saying to him that you would not say that he lied? They dined together, the two boys also dining with them, but very little was said at dinner. The horrid word was clinging to the lady's ears, and the remembrance of having uttered the word was heavy on the man's conscience. He had told himself very plainly that the thing was vulgar, but he had not meant to use the word. When uttered it came even upon himself as a surprise, but it had been uttered, and let what apology there may be made, a word uttered cannot be retracted. As he looked across the table at his wife, he saw that the word had been taken in deep dudgeon. She escaped to the writing of her letter, she said, almost before the meal was done. Vulgarity, she uttered the word aloud to herself as she sat herself down in the little room upstairs, which she had assigned to herself for her own use. But though she was very angry with him, she did not even in her own mind contradict him. Perhaps it was vulgar, but why shouldn't she be vulgar if she could most surely get what she wanted by vulgarity? What was the meaning of the word vulgarity? Of course she was prepared to do things, was daily doing things, which would have been odious to her had not her husband been a public man. She submitted without unwillingness to constant contact with disagreeable people. She lavished her smiles, so she now said to herself, on butchers and tinkers. What she said, what she read, what she wrote, what she did, whether she went, to whom she was kind and to whom unkind, was it not all said and done and arranged with reference to his and her own popularity? When a man wants to be prime minister, he has to submit to vulgarity and must give up his ambition if the task be too disagreeable to him. The duchess thought that that had been understood at any rate since the days of Coriolanus. The old duke kept out of it, she said to herself, and chose to live in the other way. He had his choice. He wants it to be done. And when I do it for him, because he can't do it for himself, he calls it by an ugly name. Then it occurred to her that the world tells lies every day, telling on the whole much more lies than truth, but that the world has wisely agreed that the world shall not be accused of lying. One doesn't venture to express open disbelief even of one's wife. And with the world at large, a word spoken, whether lie or not, is presumed to be true, of course, because spoken. Jones has said it, and therefore Smith, who has known the lie to be a lie, has asserted his assured belief lying again. But in this way the world is able to live pleasantly. How was she to live pleasantly if her husband accused her of vulgarity? Of course it was all vulgar, but why should he tell her so? She did not do it from any pleasure that she got from it. The letters remained long unwritten, and then there came a moment in which she resolved that they should not be written. The work was very hard, and what good would come from it? Why should she make her hands dirty so that even her husband accused her of vulgarity? Would it not be better to give it all up and be a great woman in grand dam of another kind, difficult of access, sparing of her favours, aristocratic to the backbone, a very duchess of duchesses? The role would be one very easy to play. It required rank, money, and a little manner, and these she possessed. The old Duke had done it with ease without the slightest trouble to himself, and had been treated almost like a god because he had secluded himself. She could make the change even yet, and as her husband told her that she was vulgar, she thought she would make it. But at last, before she had abandoned her desk and paper, there had come to her another thought. Nothing to her was so distasteful as failure. She had known that there would be difficulties and had assured herself that she would be firm and brave in overcoming them. Was not this accusation of vulgarity simply one of the difficulties which she had to overcome? Was her courage already gone from her? Was she so weak that a single word should knock her over and a word evidently repented of as soon as uttered? Vulgar. Well, let her be vulgar as long as she gained her object. There had been no penalty of everlasting punishment denounced against vulgarity, and then a higher idea touched her, not without effect. An idea which you could not analyze but which was hardly on that account, was less effective. She did believe thoroughly in her husband to the extent of thinking him the fittest man in all the country to be its prime minister. His fame was dear to her, her nature was loyal, and though she might perhaps in her younger days have been able to lean upon him with a more loving heart had he been other than he was, brighter, more gay, given to pleasures, fond of trifles, still she could recognize merits with which her sympathy was imperfect. It was good that he should be England's prime minister, and therefore she would do all she could to keep him in that place. The vulgarity was the necessary essential. He might not acknowledge this, might even if the choice were left to him refuse to be prime minister on such terms, but she need not therefore give way. Having in this way thought it all out, she took up her pen and completed the batch of letters before she allowed herself to go to bed. End of chapter 19. Chapter 20 of the Prime Minister. This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Nicholas Clifford. The Prime Minister by Anthony Trollop. Chapter 20, Sir Orlando's Policy. When the guests began to arrive, our friend the Duchess had apparently got through her little difficulties, for she received them with that open, genial hospitality, which is so delightful as coming evidently from the heart. There had not been another word between her and her husband as to the manner in which the thing was to be done, and she had determined that the offensive word should pass altogether out of her memory. The first comer was Mrs. Finn, who came indeed rather as an assistant hostess than as a mere guest, and to her the Duchess uttered a few half-playful hints as to her troubles. Considering the time, haven't we done marvels? Because it does look nice, doesn't it? There were no dirt heaps about, and it's all as green as though it had been there since the conquest. He doesn't like it because it looks new. And we've got forty-five bedrooms made up.  Indeed, they like it. And by knocking down the ends of two passages, we've brought everything together. And the rooms are all numbered just like an inn. It was the only way. And I keep one book myself, and Lowcock has another. I have everybody's room and where it is and how long the tenet is to be allowed to occupy it. And here's the way everybody is to take everybody down to dinner for the next fortnight. Of course, that must be altered, but it is easier when we have a sort of settled basis. And I have some private notes as to who should flirt with whom. You'd better not let that lie about. Nobody could understand a word of it if they had it. A, B always means X, Y, Z. And this is the code of the Gatherham archery ground. I never drew a bow in my life, not a real bow in the flesh, that is, my dear. And yet I've made them all out and had them printed. The way to make a thing go down is to give it some special importance. And I've gone to the Bill of Fair for the first week with Milpois, who is the perfect gentleman, perfect. Then she gave a little sigh as she remembered that word from her husband, which had so wounded her. I used to think that Plantagenet worked hard when he was drawing his decimal coinage, but I don't think he ever stuck to it as I have done. What does the duke say to it all? Ah, well, upon the whole he behaves like an angel. He behaves so well that half my time I think I'll shut it all up and have done with it for his sake. And then the other half I'm determined to go on with it also for his sake. He has not been displeased. Ask no questions, my dear, and you'll hear no stories. You haven't married twice without knowing that women can't have everything smooth. He only said one word. It was rather hard to bear, but it has passed away. That afternoon there was quite a crowd. Among the first comers were Mr. and Mrs. Robie and Mr. and Mrs. Rattler. And there were so Orlando and Lady Drout, Lord Ramston, and Sir Timothy Beeswax. These gentlemen were their wives represented for the time, the ministry of which the duke was the head, and had been asked and ordered that their fealty and submission might be thus riveted. There were also there Mr. and Mrs. Boffin with Lord Thrift and his daughter Angelica who had belonged to four of her ministries, one on the liberal and the other on the conservative side, and who were now among the duke's guests in order that they and others might see how wide the duke wished to open his hands. And there was our friend Ferdinand Lopez who had certainly made the best use of his opportunities in securing for himself so great a social advantage as an invitation to Gatherham Castle. How could any father who was simply a barrister refuse to receive as his son-in-law a man who had been a guest at the Duke of Omnium's country house? And then there were certain people from the neighborhood, Frank Gresham of Greshamsbury with his wife and daughter, the master of the hounds in those parts, a rich squire of old blood, and head of the family to which one of the aspiran prime ministers of the day belonged. And Lord Chilton, another master of foxhounds who counties off and also an old friend of ours, had been asked to meet him and had brought his wife. And there was Lady Resina Decorsi, an old maid, the sister of the present Earl Decorsi, who lived not far off and had been accustomed to come to Gatherham Castle on state occasions for the last 30 years. The only relic in those parts of a family which had lived there for many years in great pride of place. For her elder brother, the Earl, was a ruined man and her younger brothers were living with their wives abroad, and her sisters had married rather lowly in the world, and her mother now was dead, and Lady Resina lived alone in a little cottage outside the old park palings and still held fast within her bosom all the old pride of the Decorsis. And then there were Captain Gunner and Major Paltney, two middle-aged young men, presumably belonging to the army, whom the Duchess had lately enlisted among her followers as being useful in their way. They could eat their dinners without being shy, dance on occasions, though very unwillingly, talk a little and run on messages, and they knew the peerage by heart and could tell the details of every unfortunate marriage for the last 20 years. Each thought himself, especially since this last promotion, to be indispensably necessary to the formation of London society and was comfortable in a conviction that he had thoroughly succeeded in life by acquiring the privilege of sitting down to dinner three times a week with peers and peeresses. The list of guests has by no means been made as complete here as it was to be found in the county newspapers and in the morning post of the time, but enough of names has been given to show of what nature was the party. The Duchess has got rather a rough lot to begin with, said the Major to the Captain. Oh yes, I knew that. She wanted me to be useful, so of course I came. I shall stay here this week and then be back in September. Up to this moment, Captain Gunner had not received any invitation for September, but there was no reason why he should not do so. I've been getting up that archery code withers in Paltany and I was pledged to come down and set it going. That little Gresham girl isn't a bad-looking thing. Rather flabby, said Captain Gunner. Very nice color, she'll have a lot of money, you know. There's a brother, said the Captain. Oh yes, there's a brother who will have the Gresham's property, but she's to have her mother's money. There's a very odd story about all that, you know. Then the Major told the story and told every particular of it wrongly. A man might do worse than look there, said the Major. A man might have done worse because Miss Gresham was a very nice girl, but of course the Major was all wrong about the money. Well, now you've tried it, what do you think about it? This question was put by Sir Timothy to Sir Orlando as they sat in a corner of the archery ground under the shelter of a tent, looking on while Major Paltany taught Mrs. Boffin how to fix an arrow to her bow string. It was quite understood that Sir Timothy was inimical to the coalition, though he still belonged to it, and that he would assist in breaking it up if only there were a fair chance of his belonging to the party, which would remain in power. Sir Timothy had been badly treated and did not forget it. Now Sir Orlando had also of late shown some symptoms of a disturbed ambition. He was the leader of the House of Commons and it had become an almost recognized law of the Constitution that the leader of the House of Commons should be First Minister of the Crown. It was at least understood by many that such were Sir Orlando's reading of the laws of the Constitution. We've got along, you know, said Sir Orlando. Yes, yes, we've got along. Can you imagine any possible concatenation of circumstances in which we should not get along? There's always too much good sense in the House for an absolute collapse. But are you contented? I won't say I'm not, said the cautious baronet. I didn't look for very great things from a coalition and I didn't look for very great things from the Duke. It seems to me that the one achievement to which we've all looked has been the reaching the end of the session in safety. We've done that certainly. It is a great thing to do, Sir Timothy. Of course the main work of Parliament is to raise supplies and when that has been done with ease, when all the money wanted has been voted without a breakdown, of course ministers are very glad to get rid of the Parliament. It is as much a matter of course that a minister should dislike Parliament now as that a Stuart King should have done so 250 years ago. To get a session over and done with is an achievement and a delight. No ministry can go on long on that Farnette principle and no minister who exceeds to it will remain long in any ministry. Sir Timothy in saying this might be eluding to the Duke or the reference might be to Sir Orlando himself. Of course I'm not in the Cabinet and I'm not entitled to say a word but I think that if I were in the Cabinet and if I were anxious, which I confess I'm not, for a continuation of the present state of things I should endeavor to obtain from the Duke some idea of his policy for the next session. Sir Orlando was a man of certain parts. He could speak volubly and yet slowly so that reporters and others could hear him. He was patient both in the house and in his office and had the great gift of doing what he was told by men who understood things better than he did himself. He never went very far astray in his official business because he always obeyed the clerks and followed precedents. He had been a useful man and would still have remained so had he not been lifted a little too high. Had he been only one in the Ruck on the treasury bench he would have been useful to the end but special honor and special place had been assigned to him and therefore he desired still bigger things. The Duke's mediocrity of talent and of energy and of general governing power had been so often mentioned of late in Sir Orlando's hearing that Sir Orlando had gradually come to think that he was the Duke's equal in the cabinet and that perhaps it behooved him to lead the Duke. At the commencement of their joint operations he had held the Duke in some awe and perhaps something of that feeling in reference to the Duke personally still restrained him. The Duke's of Omnium had always been big people but still it might be his duty to say a word to the Duke. Sir Orlando assured himself that if ever convinced of the propriety of doing so he could say a word even to the Duke of Omnium. I am confident that we should not go on quite as we are at present, said Sir Timothy as he closed the conversation. Where did they pick him up? said the major to the captain pointing with his head to Ferdinand Lopez who was shooting with Angelica Thrift and Mr. Boffin and one of the Duke's private secretaries. The Duchess found him somewhere. He's one of those fabulously rich fellows out of the city who make a hundred thousand pounds at a blow. They say his people were grandees of Spain. Does anybody know him? asked the major. Everybody soon will know him, answered the captain. I think I heard that he's going to stand for some place in the Duke's interest. He don't look the sort of fellow I like but he's got money and he comes here and he's good looking and therefore he'll be a success. In answer to this the major only grunted. The major was a year or two older than the captain and therefore less willing even than his friend to admit the claims of newcomers to social honors. Just at this moment the Duchess walked across the ground up to the shooters accompanied by Mrs. Finn and Lady Chiltern. She had not been seen in the gardens before that day and of course a little concourse was made around her. The major and the captain who had been driven away by the success of Ferdinand Lopez returned with their sweetest smiles. Mr. Boffin put down his treatise on the nature of franchises which he was studying in order that he might lead an opposition against the ministry next session and even Sir Timothy Beeswax who had done his work with Sir Orlando joined the throng. Now I do hope said the Duchess that you are all shooting by the new code that is and is to be the gatherer of archery code and I shall break my heart if anybody rebels. There are one or two men, said Major Pountany very gravely who won't take the trouble to understand it. Mr. Lopez said the Duchess pointing with her finger at our friend, are you that rebel? I fear I did suggest, began Mr. Lopez.  Here is Sir Timothy Beeswax and Mr. Boffin and Sir Orlando drought is not far off and here is Mr. Rattler than whom no authority on such a subject can be better. Ask them whether in other matters suggestions are wanted. Of course not, said Major Pountany. Now, Mr. Lopez, will you or will you not be guided by a strict and close interpretation of the gatherer code because if not, I'm afraid we shall feel constrained to accept your resignation. I won't resign and I will obey, said Lopez. A good ministerial reply, said the Duchess. I don't doubt that in time you'll ascend a high office and become a pillar of the gatherer constitution. How does he shoot, Miss Thrift? He will shoot very well indeed, Duchess, if he goes on and practices, said Angelica, whose life for the last seven years had been devoted to archery. Major Pountany retired far away into the park, a full quarter of a mile off and smoked a cigar under a tree. Was it for this that he had absolutely given up a month to drawing out this code of rules, going backwards and forwards two or three times to the printers in his desire to carry out the Duchess's wishes? Women are so d'ungrateful, he said aloud in his solitude as he turned himself on the hard ground and some men are so d'lucky. This fellow Lopez had absolutely been allowed to make a good score off his own intractable disobedience. The Duchess's little joke about the ministers generally and the advantages of submission on their part to their chief was thought by some who heard it not to have been made in good taste. The joke was just such a joke as the Duchess would be sure to make, meaning very little but still not altogether pointless. It was leveled rather at her husband than at her husband's colleagues who were present and was so understood by those who really knew her, as did Mrs. Finn and Mr. Warburton, the private secretary. But Sir Orlando and Sir Timothy and Mr. Rattler, who were all within hearing, thought that the Duchess had intended to allude to the servile nature of their position and Mr. Boffin, who heard it, rejoiced within himself, comforting himself with the reflection that his withers were unwrung and thinking with what pleasure he might carry the anecdote into the farthest corners of the clubs. Poor Duchess, just pitiful to think that after such herculean labors, she should injure the cause by one slight, unconsidered word, more perhaps than she had advanced it by all her energy. During this time, the Duke was at the castle, but he showed himself seldom to his guests. So acting is the reader, well, I hope understand, from no sense of the importance of his own personal presence, but influenced by a conviction that a public man should not waste his time. He breakfasted in his own room because he could thus eat his breakfast in 10 minutes. He read all the papers in solitude because he was thus enabled to give his mind to their contents. Life had always been too serious to him to be wasted. Every afternoon he walked for the sake of exercise and would have accepted any companion if any companion had especially offered himself, but he went off by some side door, finding the side door to be convenient, and therefore, when seen by others, was supposed the desire to remain unseen. I had no idea there was so much pride about the Duke, Mr. Boffin said to his old colleague, Sir Orlando. Is it pride, asked Sir Orlando? It may be shyness, said the wise Boffin. The two things are so alike you could never tell the difference, but the man who was cursed by either should hardly be Prime Minister. It was on the day after this that Sir Orlando thought that the moment had come in which it was his duty to say that salutary word to the Duke, which it was clearly necessary that some colleague should say and which no colleague could have had so good a right to say as he who was the leader of the House of Commons. He understood clearly that though they were gathered together at Gatherham Castle for festive purposes, yet that no time was unfit for the discussion of state matters, does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world or they who were bigger than Bismarcks meet at this or that delicious haunt of solubility, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves with greater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices. Emperor meets emperor and king meets king and as they wander among rural glades in fraternal itibacy, wars have arranged and swelling territories are enjoyed in anticipation. Sir Orlando hitherto had known all this but had hardly as yet enjoyed it. He had been long in office but these sweet confidences can of their very nature belong only to a very few but now the time had manifestly come. It was Sunday afternoon and Sir Orlando caught the Duke in the very act of leaving the house for his walk. There was no archery and many of the inmates of the castle were asleep. There had been a question as to the propriety of Sabbath archery in discussing which reference had been made to Lord's Book of Sports and the growing idea that the National Gallery should be opened on the Lord's Day but the Duchess would not have the archery. We are just the people who shouldn't prejudge the question, said the Duchess. The Duchess with various ladies with the pountenies and gunners and other obedient male followers had been to church. None of the ministers had of course been able to leave the swollen pouches which are always sent out from London on Saturday night. Probably we cannot but think as arranged excuses for such defalcation and had passed their mornings comfortably dozing over new novels. The Duke always write in his purpose but generally wrong in his practice had stayed at home working all morning thereby scandalizing the strict and had gone to church alone in the afternoon thereby offending the social. The church was close to the house and he had gone back to change his coat and hat and to get his stick. But as he was stealing out of the little side gate Sir Orlando was down upon him. If your grace is going for a walk and will admit of company I shall be delighted to attend you, said Sir Orlando. The Duke professed himself to be well pleased and in truth was pleased. He would be glad to increase his personal idipacy with his colleagues if it might be done pleasantly. They had gone nearly a mile across the park watching the stately movements of the herds of deer and talking of this and that trifle before Sir Orlando could bring about an opportunity for uttering his word. At last he did it somewhat abruptly. I think about the whole we did pretty well last session he said standing still under an old oak tree. Pretty well re-echoed the Duke and I suppose we have not much to be afraid of next session. I am afraid of nothing said the Duke but then Sir Orlando hesitated. The Duke however said not a word to help him on. Sir Orlando thought that the Duke looked more ducal than he had ever seen him look before. Sir Orlando remembered the old Duke and suddenly found that the uncle and nephew were very like each other. But it does not become the leader of the House of Commons to be afraid of anyone. Don't you think, continued Sir Orlando, we should try and arrange among ourselves something of a policy. I am not quite sure that a ministry without a distinct course of action before it can long enjoy the confidence of the country. Take the last half century. There have been various policies commanding more or less of general assent. Free trade? Here Sir Orlando gave a kindly wave of his hand showing that on behalf of his companion he was willing to place at the head of the list a policy which had not always commanded his own assent. Continued reform in Parliament to which I have with my whole heart given my poor assistance. The Duke remembered how the bathers' clothes were stolen and that Sir Orlando had been one of the most nimble fingered of the thieves. No popery, Irish grievances, the ballot, retrenchment, efficiency of the public service, all have had their time. Things to be done offer themselves, I suppose, because they are in themselves desirable, not because it is desirable to have something to do. Just so, no doubt. But still, if you will think of it, no ministry can endure without a policy. During the latter part of the last session it was understood that we had to get ourselves in harness together, and nothing more was expected from us. But I think we should be prepared with a distinct policy for the coming year. I fear that nothing can be done in Ireland. Mr. Finn has ideas? Ah, yes, well, your grace, Mr. Finn is a very clever young man, certainly, but I don't think we can support ourselves by his plan of Irish reform. Sir Orlando had been a little carried away by his own eloquence, and the duke's tameness, and had interrupted the duke. The duke again looked ducal, but on this occasion Sir Orlando did not observe his countenance. For myself, I think, I am in favor of increased armaments. I have been applying my mind to the subject, and I think I see that the people of this country do not object to a slightly rising scale of estimates in that direction. Of course, there is the county suffrage. I will think of what you have been saying, said the duke. As to the county suffrage, I will think it over, said the duke. You see that oak? That's the largest tree we have here at Gatheram, and I doubt whether there will be a larger one in this part of England. The duke's voice and words were not uncourteous, but there was something in them which hindered Sir Orlando from referring again on that occasion to county suffrages or increased armaments. End of chapter 20. Chapter 21 of The Prime Minister. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Diana Meilinger. The Prime Minister. By Anthony Trollope. Chapter 21. The Duchess's News One. When the party had been about a week collected at Gatheram Castle, Ferdinand Lopes had manifestly become the favourite of the Duchess for the time, and had, at her instance, promised to remain there for some further days. He had hardly spoken to the duke since he had been in the house, but then but few of that motley assembly did talk much with the duke. Gunnar and Poundney had gone away. The captain, having declared his dislike of the upstart Portuguese to be so strong that he could not stay in the same house with him any longer, and the major, who was of stronger mind, having resolved that he would put the intruder down. It is horrible to think what power money has in these days, said the captain. The captain had shaken the dust of Gatheram altogether from his feet, but the major had so arranged that the bed was to be found for him again in October, for another happy week. But he was not to return till bidden by the Duchess. You won't forget, now will you, Duchess? He said imploring her to remember him as he took his leave. I did take a deal of trouble about the code, didn't I? They don't seem to me to care for the code, said the Duchess, but nevertheless I'll remember. Who in the name of all that's wonderful was that I saw you within the garden, the Duchess said to her husband one afternoon. It was Lady Rosina de Cursi, I suppose. Heaven and earth, what a companion for you to choose. Why not? Why shouldn't I talk to Lady Rosina de Cursi? I'm not jealous a bit, if you mean that. I don't think Lady Rosina will stay your heart from me. But why you should pick her out of all the people here, when there are so many who think their fortunes made, if you will only take a turn with them, I cannot imagine. But I don't want to make anyone's fortune, said the Duke, and certainly not in that way. What could you be saying to her? She was talking about her family. I rather like Lady Rosina. She is living all alone, it seems, and almost in poverty. Perhaps there is nothing so sad in the world as a female science of a noble but impoverished stock. Nothing so dull, certainly. People are not dull to me, if they are real. I pity that poor lady. She is proud of her blood, and yet not ashamed of her poverty. Whatever might come of her blood, she has been all her life willing enough to get rid of her poverty. It isn't above three years, since she was trying her best to marry that brewer at Silverbridge. I wish you could give your time a little to some of the other people. To go and shoot arrows?  You might act the part of host without shooting. Can't you walk about with anybody except Lady Rosina de Curse? I was walking about with Sir Orlando Drout last Sunday, and I very much prefer Lady Rosina. There has been no quarrel, asked the Duchess sharply. Oh, dear no!  Everybody has always known that, and he is put above his place in the house. And it wouldn't do to quarrel with him now. I don't think I am a quarrelsome man, Cora. I don't remember at this moment that I have ever quarrelled with anybody to your knowledge. But I may perhaps be permitted to... Snub a man, you mean? Well, I wouldn't even snub Sir Orlando very much, if I were you, though I can understand that it might be both pleasant and easy. I wish you wouldn't put slang phrases into your mouth, Cora. If I think that a man intrudes upon me, I am of course bound to let him know my opinion. Sir Orlando has intruded. By no means. He is in a position which justifies his saying many things to me, which another might not say. But then again, he is a man whose opinion does not go far with me, and I have not the neck of seeming to agree with a man, while I let his words pass highly by me. That is quite true, Plotagenet. And therefore I was uncomfortable with Sir Orlando, while I was able to sympathize with Lady Rosina. What do you think of Ferdinand Lopez? asked the duchess, with studied abruptness. Think of Mr. Lopez. I haven't thought of him at all. Why should I think of him? I want you to think of him. I think he is a very pleasant fellow, and I am sure he is a rising man. You might think of the latter, and perhaps feel sure for the former. Very well. Then, to oblige you, I'll think the latter and feel sure of the former. I suppose it's true that Mr. Gray is going on this mission to Persia. Mr. Gray was a Duke's intimate friend, and was at this time a member of the neighbouring borough of Silverbridge. I think he will go. I have no doubt about it. He is to go after Christmas. And we'll give up his seat. The Duke did not answer her immediately. It had only been decided—decided by his friend himself—that the seat should be given up when the journey to Persia was undertaken. Mr. Gray, somewhat in opposition to the Duke's advice, had resolved that he could not be in Persia and do his duty in the House of Commons at the same time. But this resolution had only now been made known to the Duke, and he was rather puzzled to think how the duchess had been able to be so quick upon him. He had indeed kept a matter back from the duchess, feeling that she would have something to say about it, which might possibly be unpleasant, as soon as the tidings should reach her. Yes, he said. I think he will give up his seat. That is his purpose, though I think it is unnecessary. Let Mr. Lopez have it. Mr. Lopez? Yes, he is a clever man, a rising man, a man that is sure to do well, and who will be of use to you. Just take the trouble to talk to him. It is assistance of that kind that you want. You ministers go on shuffling the old cards till they are so worn out and dirty that one can hardly tell the pips on them. I am one of the dirty old cards myself, said the Duke. That is nonsense, you know. A man who is at the head of affairs, as you are, can be included among the pack I am speaking of. What you want is new blood, or new wood, or new metal, or whatever you may choose to call it. Take my advice and try this man. He isn't a pauper. It isn't money that he wants. Korra, your geese are all swans. That's not fair, I have never brought to you a goose yet. My swans have been swans. Who was it both you and your pet swan of all, Mr. Gray, together? I won't name any names, but it is your swans have been geese. It is not for me to return the member of Silverbridge. When he said this, she gave him a look which almost upset even his gravity. A look which was almost the same as asking him whether he would not tell that to the marines. You don't quite understand these things, Korra, he continued. The influence which owners of property may have in boroughs is decreasing every day, and there arises the question whether the conscientious man will any longer use such influence. I don't think you'd like to see a man from Silverbridge opposing you in the house. I may have to bear worse than that. Well, there it is. The man is here, and you have the opportunity of knowing him. Of course I have not hinted at the matter to him. If there were any polizer wanted the borough, I wouldn't say a word. What more patriotic thing can a patron do with his borough than to select a man who is unknown to him, not related to him, a perfect stranger, merely for his worth? But I do not know what may be the worth of Mr. Lopez. I will guarantee that, said the Duchess, whereupon the Duke laughed, and then left her. The Duchess has spoken with absolute truth when she told her husband that she had not said a word to Mr. Lopez about Silverbridge, but it was not long before she did say a word. On that same day she found herself alone with him in the garden, or so much alone as to be able to speak with him privately. He had certainly made the best use of his time, since he had been at the castle. Having secured a good will of many of the ladies, and the displeasure of most of the men. You have never been in Parliament, I think, said the Duchess. I have never even tried to get there. Perhaps you dislike the idea of that kind of life. No, indeed, he said, so far from it, that I regard it as the highest kind of life there is in England. A seat in Parliament gives a man a status in this country, which it has never done elsewhere. Then why don't you try it? Because I've got into another groove. I've become essentially a city man, one of those who take up the trade of making money generally. And does that content you? No, Duchess, certainly not. Instead of contenting me, it disgusts me.  I suppose I shall try to get into the Parliament some day. In Parliament don't grow like blackberries on bushes. Pretty nearly, said the Duchess. Not in my part of the country. These good things seem to be appointed to fall in the way of some men, and not of others. If there were a general election going on to-morrow, I should not know how to look for a seat. They are to be found sometimes, even without a general election, said the Duchess. Are you alluding to anything now? Well, yes, I am. But I am very discreet, and do not like to do more than allude. I fancy that Mr Gray, the Member for Silverbridge, is going to Persia. Mr Gray is a Member of Parliament. Members of Parliament ought to be in London and not in Persia. It is generally supposed that no man in England is more prone to do what he ought to do than Mr Gray. Therefore, Mr Gray will cease to be Member for Silverbridge. That's logic, isn't it? Is your grace any logic equally strong to prove that I can follow him in the borough? No, or if I have, the logic that I should use in that matter must for the present be kept to myself. She certainly had a little solid jizma in her head, as to the Duke ruling the borough, the Duke's wife ruling the Duke, and therefore the Duke's wife ruling the borough. But she did not think it prudent to utter this, on the present occasion. I think it much better that a man in Parliament should be unmarried, said the Duchess. As I am going to be married, said he. Going to be married, are you? I have no right to say so, because the Lady's father has rejected me. Then he told her the whole story, and so told it as to secure her entire sympathy. In telling it he never said that he was a rich man, he never boasted that that search after wealth of which he had spoken had been successful, but he gave her to understand that there was no objection to him at all on the score of money. You may have heard of the family, he said. I have heard of the Whartons, of course, and know that there is a baronet, but I know nothing more of them. He is not a man of large property, I think. My Miss Wharton, the one I would feign call mine, is the daughter of a London barrister. He, I believe, is rich. Then she will be an heiress. I suppose so, but that consideration has had no weight with me. I have always regarded myself as the architect of my own fortune, and have no wish to owe my material comfort to a wife. Sheer love, suggested the duchess. Yes, I think so. It's very ridiculous, is it not? And why does the rich barrister object? The rich barrister, duchess, is an out-and-out old Tory, who thinks that his daughter ought to marry no one but an English Tory. I am not exactly that. A man does not hamper his daughter in these days by politics, when she is falling in love. There are other cognate reasons. He does not like a foreigner. Now I am an Englishman, but I have a foreign name. He does not think that a name so grandly Saxon as Wharton should be changed to one so meanly Latin as Lopez. The lady does not object to the latinity? I fancy not. Or to the bearer of it? There I must not boast, but in simple truth there is only the father's ill-will between us. With plenty of money on both sides, asked the duchess, Lopez shrugged his shoulders. A shrug at such a time may mean anything, but the duchess took his shrug as signifying that the question was so surely settled as to admit of no difficulty. Then, said the duchess, the old gentleman may as well give way at once. Of course his daughter will be too many for him. In this way the duchess of Omnium became the first friend of Ferenade Lopez.