26 On the following morning, which was Saturday, Phineas was early at the police office at Westminster, looking after the interests of his landlord. But there had been a considerable number of men taken up during the row, and our friend could hardly procure that attention for Mr Bunce's case, to which he thought the decency of his client and his own position as a member of parliament were entitled. The men who had been taken up were taken in batches before the magistrates. But as the soldiers in the park had been maltreated, and a considerable injury had been done in the neighbourhood of Downing Street, there was a good deal of strong feeling against the mob, and the magistrates were disposed to be severe. If decent men chose to go out among such companions, and thereby get into trouble, decent men must take the consequences. During the Saturday and Sunday a very strong feeling grew up against Mr Turnbull. The story of the carriage was told, and he was declared to be a turbulent demagogue, only desirous of getting popularity. And together with this feeling, there arose a general verdict of serve them right against all who had come into contact with the police in the great Turnbull Row. And thus it came to pass that Mr Bunce had not been liberated up to the Monday morning. On the Sunday Mrs Bunce was in hysterics, and declared her conviction that Mr Bunce would be imprisoned for life. Poor Phineas had an unquiet time with her on the morning of that day. In every ecstasy of her grief she threw herself into his arms, either metaphorically or materially, according to the excess of her agony at the moment, and expressed repeatedly an assured conviction that all her children would die of starvation, and that she herself would be picked up under the arches of one of the bridges. Phineas, who was soft-hearted, did what he could to comfort her, and allowed himself to be worked up to strong parliamentary anger against the magistrates and police. When they think that they have public opinion on their side, there is nothing in the way or arbitrary excess which is too great for them. This he said to Barrington Earl, who angered him, and increased the warmth of his feeling, by declaring that a little close confinement would be good for the Bunces of the day. If we don't keep the mob down, the mob will keep us down, said the Whig private secretary. Phineas had no opportunity of answering this, but declared to himself that Barrington Earl was no more a liberal at heart than was Mr. Daubany. He was born on that side of the question, and has been receiving Whig wages all his life. That is the history of his politics. On the Sunday afternoon Phineas went to Lord Brentford's in Portman Square, intending to say a word or two about Lord Chiltern, and meaning also to induce, if possible, the Cabinet Minister to take part with him against the magistrates, having a hope also, in which he was not disappointed, that he might find Lady Laura Kennedy with her father. He had come to understand that Lady Laura was not to be visited at her own house on Sundays. So much indeed she had told him in so many words. But he had come to understand also, without any plain telling, that she rebelled in heart against this Sabbath tyranny, and that she would escape from it when escape was possible. She had now come to talk to her father about her brother, and had brought Violet Effingham with her. They had walked together across the park after church, and intended to walk back again. Mr. Kennedy did not like to have any carriage out on a Sunday, and to this arrangement his wife made no objection. Phineas had received a letter from the Stamford Surgeon, and was able to report favorably of Lord Chiltern. The man says that he had better not be moved for a month, said Phineas. But that means nothing. They always say that. Will it not be best for him to remain where he is, said the Earl? He has not a soul to speak to, said Phineas. I wish I were with him, said his sister. It is, of course, out of the questions, said the Earl. They know him at that inn, and it really seems to me best that he should stay there. I do not think he would be so much at his ease here. It must be dreadful for a man to be confined to his room without a creature near him except a servant, said Violet. The Earl frowned, but said nothing further. They all perceived that as soon as he had learned that there was no real danger as to his son's life, he was determined that this accident should not work him up to any show of tenderness. I do so hope he will come up to London, continued Violet, who was not afraid of the Earl, and was determined not to be put down. You don't know what you were talking about, my dear, said Lord Brentford. After this, Phineas found it very difficult to extract any sympathy from the Earl on behalf of the men who had been locked up. He was moody and cross and could not be induced to talk on the great subject of the day. Violet Effingham declared that she did not care how many bunses were locked up, nor for how long, adding, however, a wish that Mr. Turnbull himself had been among the number of the prisoners. Lady Laura was somewhat softer than this, and consented to express pity in the case of Mr. Bunce himself, but Phineas perceived that the pity was a water to him and not to the sufferer. The feeling against Mr. Turnbull was at the present moment so strong among all the upper classes that Mr. Bunce and his brethren might have been kept in endurance for a week without commiseration from them. It is very hard, certainly, on a man like Mr. Bunce, said Lady Laura. Why did not Mr. Bunce stay at home and mind his business, said the Earl? Phineas spent the remainder of that day alone, and came to a resolution that on the coming occasion he certainly would speak in the house. The debate would be resumed on the Monday, and he would rise to his legs on the very first moment that it became possible for him to do so, and he would do nothing towards preparing a speech, nothing whatever. On this occasion he would trust entirely to such words as might come to him at the moment. I and to such thoughts. He had before burdened his memory with preparations, and the very weight of the burden had been too much for his mind. He had feared to trust himself to speak because he had felt that he was not capable of performing the double labor of saying his lesson by heart and of facing the house for the first time. There should be nothing now for him to remember. His thoughts were full of his subject. He would support Mr. Mildmay's bill with all his eloquence, but he would implore Mr. Mildmay, and the Home Secretary, and the Government generally, to abstain from animosity against the populace of London, because they desired one special boon which Mr. Mildmay did not think that it was his duty to give them. He hoped that ideas and words would come to him. Ideas and words had been free enough with him in the old days of the Dublin Debating Society. If they failed him now, he must give the thing up and go back to Mr. Lowe. On the Monday morning, Phineas was for two hours at the police court in Westminster, and at about one on that day Mr. Bunce was liberated. When he was brought up before the magistrate, Mr. Bunce spoke his mind very freely as to the usage he had received, and declared his intention of bringing in action against the sergeant who had detained him. The magistrate, of course, took the part of the police, and declared that, from the evidence of two men who were examined, Bunce had certainly used such violence in the crowd as had justified his arrest. I use no violence, said Bunce. According to your own showing, you endeavored to make your way up to Mr. Turnbull's carriage, said the magistrate. I was close to the carriage before the police even saw me, said Bunce. But you tried to force your way round to the door. I used no force till a man had me by the collar to push me back, and I wasn't violent, not then. I told him I was doing what I had a right to do, and it was that as made him hang on to me. You were not doing what you had a right to do. You were assisting to create a riot, said the magistrate, with that indignation which a London magistrate should always know how to affect. Phineas, however, was allowed to give evidence as to his landlord's character, and then Bunce was liberated. But before he went, he again swore that that should not be the last of it, and he told the magistrate that he had been ill-used. When liberated he was joined by a dozen sympathizing friends who escorted him home, and among them were one or two literary gentlemen employed on those excellent penny papers, the people's banner, and the ballot box. It was their intention that Mr. Bunce's case should not be allowed to sleep. One of these gentlemen made a distinct offer to Phineas Finn of unbounded popularity during life and of immortality afterwards if he, as a member of parliament, would take up Bunce's case with vigor. Phineas, not quite understanding the nature of the offer, and not as yet knowing the profession of the gentleman, gave some general reply. You come out strong, Mr. Finn, and we'll see that you are properly reported. I'm on the banner, sir, and I'll answer for that. Phineas, who had been somewhat eager in expressing his sympathy with Bunce, and had not given very close attention to the gentleman who was addressing him, was still in the dark. The nature of the banner, which the gentleman was on, did not at once come home to him. Something ought to be done certainly, said Phineas. We shall take it up strong to the gentleman, and we shall be happy to have you among us. You'll find, Mr. Finn, that in public life there's nothing like having an organ to back you. What is the most you can do in the house? Nothing, if you're not reported. You're speaking to the country, ain't you? And you can't do that without an organ, Mr. Finn. You come among us on the banner, Mr. Finn. You can't do better. Then Phineas understood the nature of the offer made to him. As they parted, the literary gentleman gave our hero his card. Mr. Quintus Slide So much was printed, then on the corner of the card was written, Banner Office, 137, Feder Lane. Mr. Quintus Slide was a young man, under thirty, not remarkable for clean linen, and who always talked of the house. But he was a well-known and not undistinguished member of a powerful class of men. He had been a reporter, and as such knew the house well, and was a writer for the press. And though he talked of ouses and organs, he wrote good English with great rapidity, and was possessed of that special sort of political fervor which shows itself in a man's work rather than in his conduct. It was Mr. Slide's taste to be an advanced reformer, and in all his operations on behalf of the people's banner, he was a reformer very much advanced. No man could do an article on the people's indefensible rights with more pronounced vigor than Mr. Slide. But it had never occurred to him as yet that he ought to care for anything else than the fight, than the advantage of having a good subject on which to write slashing articles. Mr. Slide was an energetic, but not a thoughtful man. But in his thoughts on politics, as far as they went with him, he regarded the wrongs of the people as being of infinitely greater value than their rights. It was not that he was insincere in all that he was daily saying, but simply that he never thought about it. Very early in life he had fallen among people's friends, and an opening on the liberal press had come in his way. To be a people's friend suited the turn of his ambition, and he was a people's friend. It was his business to abuse government, and to express on all occasions an opinion that as a matter of course, the ruling powers were the people's enemies. Had the ruling powers ceased to be the people's enemies, Mr. Slide's ground would have been taken from under his feet. But such a catastrophe was out of the question. That excellent old arrangement that had gone on since demagogues were first invented was in full vigor. There were the ruling powers, and there were the people. Devils on one side, and angels on the other. And as long as a people's friend had a pen in his hand all was right. Phineas, when he left the indignant Bunce to go among his friends, walked to the house thinking a good deal of what Mr. Slide had said to him. The Potted Peas committee was again on, and he had intended to be in the committee room by twelve punctually, but he had been unable to leave Mr. Bunce in the lurch, and it was now past one. Indeed, he had from one unfortunate circumstance after another failed hitherto in giving to the Potted Peas that resolute attention which the subject demanded. On the present occasion his mind was full of Mr. Quintus Slide and the people's banner. After all, was there not something in Mr. Slide's proposition? He Phineas had come into Parliament as it were under the wing of a government pack, and his friendships, which had been very successful, had been made with ministers and with the friends of ministers. He had made up his mind to be wig ministerial and to look for his profession in that line. He had been specially fortified in this resolution by his dislike to the ballot, which dislike had been the result of Mr. Monk's teaching. Had Mr. Turnbull become his friend instead, it may well be that he would have liked the ballot. On such subjects men must think long and be sure that they have thought in earnest before they are justified in saying that their opinions are the results of their own thoughts. But now he began to reflect how far this ministerial profession would suit him. Would it be much to be a Lord of the Treasury subject to the dominion of Mr. Rattler? Such lordship and such subjugation would be the result of success. He told himself that he was at heart a true liberal. Would it not be better for him to abandon the idea of office trammels and go among them on the people's banner? A glow of enthusiasm came over him as he thought of it. But what would Violet Effingham say to the people's banner and Mr. Quinn to slide? And we'd have liked the banner better had not Mr. Slide talked about the house. From the committee room, in which alas he took no active part in reference to the potted peas, he went down to the house and was present when the debate was resumed. But unnaturally one speaker after another made some illusion to the row in the streets, and the work which had fallen to the lot of the magistrates. Mr. Turnbull had declared that he would vote against the second reading of Mr. Mildmay's bill and had explained that he would do so because he could consent to no reform bill which did not include the ballot as one of its measures. The debate fashioned itself after this speech of Mr. Turnbull's and turned again very much upon the ballot. Although it had been thought that the late debate had settled that question, one or two of Mr. Turnbull's followers declared that they also would vote against the bill, of course, is not going far enough. And one or two gentlemen from the conservative benches extended a spoken welcome to these new colleagues. Then Mr. Pallas got up and addressed the house for an hour, struggling hard to bring back the real subject, and to make the house understand that the ballot, whether good or bad, had been knocked on the head, and that members had no right at the present moment to consider anything but the expediency or inexpediency of so much reform as Mr. Mildmay presented to them in the present bill. Phineas was determined to speak, and to speak on this evening if he could catch the speaker's eye. Again the scene before him was going round before him. Again things became dim, and again he felt his blood beating hard at his heart. But things were not so bad with him as they had been before, because he had nothing to remember. He hardly knew, indeed, what he intended to say. He had an idea that he was desirous of joining an earner's support of the measure, with a vehement protest against the injustice which had been done to the people in general, and to Mr. Bunce in particular. He had firmly resolved that no fear of losing favor with the government should induce him to hold his tongue as to the Buncean cruelties. Sooner than do so, he would certainly go among them at the banner-office. He started up wildly when Mr. Palliser had completed his speech. But the speaker's eye, not unnaturally, had traveled to the other side of the house, and there was a Tory of the old school upon his legs. Mr. Western, the member for East Barsachar. One of the gallant few who dared to vote against Sir Robert Peel's bill for repealing the Corn Laws in 1846. Mr. Western spoke with a slow, ponderous, unimpressive, but very audible voice for some twenty minutes, distanding to make reference to Mr. Turnbull and his politics, but pleading against any reform with all the old arguments. Phineas did not hear a word that he said, did not attempt to hear. He was keen in his resolution to make another attempt at the speaker's eye, and at the present moment was thinking of that and of that only. He did not even give himself a moment's reflection as to what his own speech should be. He would dash at it and take his chance, resolve that at least he would not fail in courage. Twice he was on his legs before Mr. Western had finished his slow harangue, and twice he was compelled to recede himself, thinking that he had subjected himself to ridicule. At last the member for East Barsett sat down, and Phineas was conscious that he had lost a moment or two in presenting himself again to the speaker. He held his ground, however, though he saw that he had various rivals for the right of speech. He held his ground, and was instantly aware that he had gained his point. There was a slight pause, and as some other urgent member did not recede himself, Phineas heard the president of that August assembly call upon himself to address the house. The thing was now to be done. There he was, with the house of commons at his feet. A crowded house, bound to be his auditors as long as he should think fit to address them, and reporters by tens and twenty's in the gallery ready and eager to let the country know what the young member for Loushain would say in this his maiden speech. Phineas Phine had sundry gifts, a powerful and pleasant voice which he had learned to modulate, a handsome presence, and a certain natural mixture of modesty and self-reliance, which would certainly protect him from the faults of arrogance and pomposity, and which perhaps might carry him through the perils of his new position. And he had also the great advantage of friends in the house who were anxious that he should do well. But he had not that gift of slow blood which on the former occasion would have enabled him to remember his prepared speech, and which would now have placed all his own resources within his own reach. He began with the expression of an opinion that every true reformer ought to accept Mr. Mildmay's bill even if were accepted only as an installment, but before he had got through these sentences he became painfully conscious that he was repeating his own words. He was cheered almost from the outset, and yet he knew as he went on that he was failing. He had certain arguments at his fingers' ends, points with which he was, in truth, so familiar that he need hardly have troubled himself to arrange them for special use. And he forgot even these. He found that he was going on with one platitude after another as to the benefit of reform in a manner that would have shamed him six or seven years ago at a debating club. He pressed on, fearing that words would fail him altogether if he paused. But he didn't, truth speak very much too fast, knocking his words together so that no reporter could properly catch them. But he had nothing to say for the bill except what hundreds had said before and hundreds would say again. Still he was cheered, and still he went on, and as he became more and more conscious of his failure there grew upon him the idea, the dangerous hope that he might still save himself from ignominy by the eloquence of his invective against the police. He tried it and succeeded thoroughly in making the house understand that he was very angry, but he succeeded in nothing else. He could not catch the words to express the thoughts of his mind. He could not explain his idea that the people out of the house had as much right to express their opinion in favor of the ballot as members in the house had to express theirs against it, and that animosity had been shown to the people by the authorities because they had so expressed their opinion. Then he attempted to tell the story of Mr. Bunts in a light and airy way, failed, and sat down in the middle of it. Again he was cheered by all around him. Cheered as a new member is usually cheered, and in the midst of the cheer would have blown out his brains had there been a pistol there ready for such an operation. That hour with him was very bad. He did not know how to get up and go away, or how to keep his place. For some time he sat with his hat off, forgetful of his privilege of wearing it, and then put it on hurriedly as though the fact of his not wearing it must have been observed by everybody. At last, at about two, the debate was adjourned, and then as he was slowly leaving the house, thinking how he might creep away without companionship, Mr. Monk took him by the arm. Are you going to walk, said Mr. Monk? Yes, said Phineas, I shall walk. Then we may go together as far as Paul Maul. Come along. Phineas had no means of escape, and left the house hanging on Mr. Monk's arm without a word. Nor did Mr. Monk speak till they were out in Palace Yard.  Ah, I thought you had some such feeling as that, and therefore I was determined to speak to you. You may be sure, Phine, that I do not care to flatter you, and I think you ought to know that, as far as I am able, I will tell you the truth. Your speech, which was certainly nothing great, was about on a par with other maiden speeches in the House of Commons. You have done yourself neither good nor harm. Nor was it desirable that you should. My advice to you now is never to avoid speaking on any subject that interests you, but never to speak for above three minutes till you find yourself as much at home on your legs as you are when sitting.  That is in any special degree. Now, good night. Lady Laura Kennedy heard two accounts of her friend's speech, and both from men who had been present. Her husband was in his place, in accordance with his constant practice, and Lord Brentford had been seated, perhaps unfortunately, in the Peer's Gallery. And you think it was a failure, Lady Laura said to her husband. It certainly was not a success. There was nothing particular about it. There was a good deal of it you could hardly hear. After that she got the morning newspapers, and turned with great interest to the report. Phineas Finn had been, as it were, adopted by her as her own political offspring, or at any rate as her political godchild. She had made promises on his behalf to various personages of high political standing, to her father, to Mr. Monk, to the Duke of St. Bungay, and even to Mr. Mildmay himself. She had thoroughly intended that Phineas Finn should be a political success from the first, and since her marriage, she had, I think, been more intent upon it than before. Perhaps it was a feeling on her part that having wronged him in one way, she would repay him in another. She had become so eager for his success, for a while scorned to conceal her feeling, that her husband at unconsciously began to entertain a dislike to her eagerness. We know how quickly women arrive at an understanding of the feelings of those with whom they live. And now, on that very occasion, Lady Laura perceived that her husband did not take in good part her anxiety on behalf of her friend. She saw that it was so as she turned over the newspaper looking for the report of the speech. It was given in six lines, and at the end of it there was an intimation expressed in the shape of advice that the young orator had better speak more slowly if he wished to be efficacious, either with the house or with the country. He seems to have been cheered a good deal, said Lady Laura. All members are cheered at their first speech, said Mr. Kennedy. I have no doubt he will do well yet, said Lady Laura. Very likely, said Mr. Kennedy, then he turned to his newspaper and did not take his eyes off it as long as his wife remained with him. Later in the day, Lady Laura saw her father, and Miss Effingham was with her at the time. Lord Brentford said something which indicated that he had heard the debate on the previous evening, and Lady Laura instantly began to ask him about Phineas. The less said the better, was the Earl's reply. Do you mean that it was so bad as that, asked Lady Laura? It was not very bad at first, though indeed nobody could say it was very good. But he got himself into a mess about the police and the magistrates before he had done, and nothing but the kindly feeling always shown to a first effort saved him from being coughed down. Lady Laura had not a word more to say about Phineas to her father, but womanlike she resolved that she would not abandon him. How many first failures in the world have been the precursors of ultimate success? My old mate will lose his bill, said the Earl sorrowfully. There does not seem to be a doubt about that. And what will you all do, asked Lady Laura? We must go to the country, I suppose, said the Earl. What's the use? You can't have a more liberal house than you have now, said Lady Laura. We may have one less liberal, or rather less radical, with fewer men to support Mr. Turnbull. I do not see what else we can do. They say that there are no less than twenty-seven men on our side of the house who will either vote with Turnbull against us, or will decline to vote at all. Every one of them ought to lose his seat, said Lady Laura. But what can we do? How is the Queen's government to be carried on? We all know the sad earnestness which impressed itself on the Earl's brow as he asked these momentous questions. I don't suppose that Mr. Turnbull can form a ministry. With Mr. Doubony as whipper in, perhaps he might, said Lady Laura. And will Mr. Finn lose his seat, asked Violet Effingham? Most probably, said the Earl. He only got it by an accident. You must find him a seat somewhere in England, said Violet. That might be difficult, said the Earl, who then left the room. The two women remained together for some quarter of an hour before they spoke again. Then Lady Laura said something about her brother. If there be a dissolution, I hope Oswald would stand for Lofton. Lofton was a borough close to Salisby, in which, as regarded as political interest, Lord Brentford was supposed to have considerable influence. To this Lady Violet said nothing. It is quite time, continued Lady Laura, that old Mr. Standish should give way. He has had the seat for twenty-five years, and has never done anything, and he seldom goes to the house now. He is not your uncle, is he? No, he is Papa's cousin, but he is ever so much older than Papa, nearly eighty, I believe. Would not that be just the place for Mr. Finn, said Violet? Then Lady Laura became very serious. Oswald would, of course, have a better right to it than anybody else. Or would Lord Chiltern go into Parliament? I have heard him declare that he would not. If we could get Papa to ask him, I think he would change his mind, said Lady Laura. There was again silence for a few moments, after which Violet returned to the original subject of their conversation. It would be a thousand pitties that Mr. Finn should be turned out into the cold, don't you think so? I for one should be very sorry. So should I, and the more so from what Lord Brentford says about his not speaking well last night? I don't think that it is very much of an accomplishment for a gentleman to speak well. Mr. Turnbull, I suppose, speaks well, and they say that that horrid man, Mr. Bonteen, can talk by the hour together. I don't think that it shows a man to be clever at all, but I believe Mr. Finn would do it if he sets his mind to it, and I shall think it a great shame if they turn him out. It would depend very much, I suppose, on Lord Tula. I don't know anything about Lord Tula, said Violet, but I'm quite sure that he might have loften if we manage it properly. Of course Lord Shelton should have it if he wants it, but I don't think he will stand in Mr. Finn's way. I'm afraid it's out of the question, said Lady Laura gravely. Papa thinks so much about the borough. The reader will remember that both Lord Brentford and his daughter were thorough reformers. The use of a little borough of his own, however, is a convenience to a great peer. Those difficult things have always to be talked of for a long while, and then they become easy, said Violet. I believe if you were to propose to Mr. Kennedy to give all his property to the church missionaries and emigrate to New Zealand, he'd begin to consider it seriously after a time. I shall not try at any rate. Because you don't want to go to New Zealand, but you might try about loften for poor Mr. Finn. Violet said Lady Laura after moments pause, and she spoke sharply, Violet, I believe you are in love with Mr. Finn.  I never made such an accusation against you before or against anybody else that I can remember, but I do begin to believe that you are in love with Mr. Finn. Why shouldn't I be in love with him if I like? I say nothing about that, only he has not got a penny. But I have, my dear, and I doubt whether you have any reason for supposing that he is in love with you. That would be my affair, my dear. Then you are in love with him. That is my affair also. Lady Laura shrugged her shoulders. Of course it is, and if you tell me to hold my tongue, of course I will do so. If you ask me whether I think it a good match, of course I must say I do not. I don't tell you to hold your tongue, and I don't ask you what you think about the match. You are quite welcome to talk as much about me as you please, but as to Mr. Finneas Finn, you have no business to think anything. I shouldn't talk to anybody but yourself. I am going to be quite indifferent as to what people say. Lady Baldock asked me the other day whether I was going to throw myself away on Mr. Lawrence Finns Gibbon. No. Indeed she did. And what did you answer? I told her that it was not quite settled, but that, as I had only spoken to him once during the last two years, and then for not more than half a minute, and as I wasn't sure whether I knew him by sight, and as I had reason to suppose he didn't know my name, there might perhaps be a delay of a week or two before the thing came off. Then she flounced out of the room. But what made her ask about Mr. Fitts Gibbon? Somebody had been hoaxing her. I am beginning to think that Augusta does it for her private amusement. If so, I shall think more highly of my dear cousin than I have hitherto done. But Laura, as you have made a similar accusation against me, and as I cannot get out of it with you as I do with my aunt, I must ask you to hear my protestation. I am not in love with Mr. Finns Gibbon. Heaven help me. As far as I can tell, I am not in love with anyone, and never shall be. Lady Laura looked pleased. Do you know, continued Violet, that I think I could be in love with Mr. Finns Gibbon if I could be in love with anybody? Then Lady Laura looked displeased. In the first place, he is a gentleman, continued Violet. Then he is a man of spirit. And then he has not too much spirit. Not that kind of spirit which makes some men think that they are the finest things going. His manners are perfect, not Chester Fieldian, and yet never offensive. He never browbeats anyone, and never totes anyone. He knows how to live easily with men of all ranks, without any appearance of claiming a special status for himself. If he were made Archbishop of Canterbury tomorrow, I believe he would settle down into the place of the first subject in a lamb without arrogance, and without false shame. You are his eulogist with a vengeance. I am his eulogist, but I am not in love with him. If he were to ask me to be his wife tomorrow, I should be distressed and should refuse him. If he were to marry my dearest friend in the world, I should tell him to kiss me and be my brother. As to Mr. Finneas Finn, those are my sentiments. What you say is very odd. Why odd? Simply because mine are the same. Are they the same? I once thought, Laura, that you did love him, that you meant to be his wife. Lady Laura sat for a while without making any reply to this. She sat with her elbow on the table and with her face leaning on her hand. Thinking how far it would tend to her comfort if she spoke in true confidence, Violet, during the time, never took her eyes from her friend's face, but remained silent as though waiting for an answer. She had been very explicit as to her feelings. Would Laura Kennedy be equally explicit? She was too clever to forget that such plainness of speech would be, must be, more difficult to Lady Laura than to herself. Lady Laura was a married woman, but she felt that her friend would have been wrong to search for secrets, unless she were ready to tell her own. It was probably some such feeling which made Lady Laura speak at last. So I did nearly, said Lady Laura, very nearly.  I had no money and could not do as I pleased. And you told me also that I had no reason for thinking that he cared for me. Did I? Well I suppose you have no reason. He did care for me, he did love me. He told you so? Yes, he told me so. And how did you answer him? I had that very morning become engaged to Mr. Kennedy. That was my answer. And what did he say when you told him? I do not know, I cannot remember, but he behaved very well. And now, if he were to love me, you would grudge me his love? Not for that reason, not if I know myself. Oh no, I would not be so selfish as that. For what reason then? Because I look upon it as written in heaven that you are to be Oswald's wife. Heaven's writings then are false, said Violet, getting up and walking away. In the meantime Phineas was very wretched at home. When he reached his lodgings after leaving the house, after his short conversation with Mr. Monk, he tried to comfort himself with what that gentleman had said to him. For a while, while he was walking, there had been some comfort in Mr. Monk's words. Mr. Monk had much experience, and doubtless knew what he was saying, and there might yet be hope. But all this hope faded away when Phineas was in his own rooms. There came upon him, as he looked round them, an idea that he had no business to be in Parliament, that he was an imposter, that he was going about the world under false pretenses, and that he would never set himself a right, even unto himself, till he had gone through some terrible act of humiliation. He had been a cheat even to Mr. Quintus's slide of the Banner, in accepting an invitation to come among them. He had been a cheat to Lady Laura, and that he had induced her to think that he was fit to live with her. He was a cheat to Violet Effingham, in assuming that he was capable of making himself agreeable to her. He was a cheat to Lord Chiltern when riding his horses, and pretending to be a proper associate for a man of fortune. Why? What was his income? What is birth? What is proper position? And now he had got the reward which all cheats deserve. Then he went to bed, and as he lay there he thought of Mary Flood Jones. Had he plied at his troth to Mary, and then worked like a slave under Mr. Lowe's auspices, he would not have been a cheat. It seemed to him that he had hardly been asleep when the girl came into his room in the morning. Sir, said she, there's that gentleman there. What gentleman? The old gentleman. Then Phineas knew that Mr. Clarkson was in his sitting room, and that he would not leave it till he had seen the owner of the room. Nay, Phineas was pretty sure that Mr. Clarkson would come into the bedroom if he were kept long waiting. Damn, the old gentleman, said Phineas in his wrath, and the maid servant heard him say so. In about twenty minutes he went out into the sitting room with his slippers on and in his dressing-gown. Considering under the circumstances of such an emergency, how was any man to go through the work of dressing and washing with proper exactness? As to the prayers which he said on that morning, I think that no question should be asked. He came out with a black cloud on his brow, and with his mind half made up to kick Mr. Clarkson out of the room. Mr. Clarkson, when he saw him, moved his chin round within his white cravat, as was accustomed with him, and put his thumb and forefinger on his lips, and then shook his head. Very bad, Mr. Phine, very bad indeed, very bad, ain't it? You coming here in this way at all times in the day is very bad, said Phineas. And where would you have me go? Would you like to see me down in the lobby of the house? To tell you the truth, Mr. Clarkson, I don't want to see you anywhere. Ah, yes, I dare say. And that's what you call honest, being a parliament gent. You had my money, and then you tell me that you don't want to see me anymore. I have not had your money, said Phineas. But let me tell you, continued Mr. Clarkson, that I want to see you, and shall go on seeing you till the money is paid. I've not had any of your money, said Phineas. Mr. Clarkson again twitched his chin about on the top of his cravat, and smiled. Mr. Phine said he's showing the bill. Is that your name? Yes, it is. Then I want my money. I have no money to give you. Do be punctual now. Why ain't you punctual? I'd do anything for you if you were punctual. I would indeed. Mr. Clarkson, as he said this, sat down in a chair which had been placed for our hero's breakfast, and cutting a slice off the loaf began to butter it with great composure. Mr. Clarkson, said Phineas, I cannot ask you to breakfast here. I am engaged. I'll just take a bit of bread and butter all the same, said Clarkson. Where do you get your butter? Now I could tell you a woman who'd give it you cheaper and no deal better than this. This is all lard. Shall I send her to you? No, said Phineas. There was no tea ready, and therefore Mr. Clarkson emptied the milk into a cup and drank it. After this, said Phineas, I must beg Mr. Clarkson that you will never come to my room any more. I shall not be at home to you. The lobby of the house is the same thing to me, said Mr. Clarkson. They know me there well. I wish you'd be punctual, and then we'd be the best of friends. After that Mr. Clarkson, having finished his bread and butter, took his leave. End of Chapter 27. Chapter 28 of Phineas Finn. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, contact LibriVox.org. Phineas Finn by Antony Trollop. Chapter 28. The second reading is carried. The debate on the bill was prolonged during the whole of that week. Lord Brentford, who loved his seat in the cabinet and the glory of being a minister, better even than he loved his burra, had taken a gloomy estimate when he spoke of twenty-seven defaulters, and of the bill as certainly lost. Men who were better able than he to make estimates, the Bonteens and Fitzgibbons on each side of the house, and above all the Rattlers and Robes, produced lists from day to day which varied now by three names in one direction, then by two in another, and which fluctuated at last by units only. They all concurred in declaring that it would be a very near division. A great effort was made to close the debate on the Friday, but it failed, and the full tide of speech was carried on till the following Monday. On that morning Phineas heard Mr. Rattler declare at the club that, as far as his judgment went, the division at that moment was a fair subject for a bet. "'There are two men doubtful in the house,' said Rattler, and if one votes on one side and one on the other, or if neither votes at all, it will be a tie.' Mr. Roby, however, the whip on the other side, was quite sure that one at least of these gentlemen would go into his lobby, and that the other would not go into Mr. Rattler's lobby. I am inclined to think that the town was generally inclined to put more confidence in the accuracy of Mr. Roby than in that of Mr. Rattler, and among betting men there certainly was a point given by those who backed the Conservatives. The odds, however, were lost, for on the division the numbers in the two lobbies were equal, and the speaker gave his casting vote in favor of the government. The bill was read a second time and was lost, as a matter of course, in reference to any subsequent action. Mr. Roby declared that even Mr. Mildmay could not go on with nothing but the speaker's vote to support him. Mr. Mildmay had no doubt felt that he could not go on with his bill from the moment in which Mr. Turnbull had declared his opposition. But he could not, with propriety, withdraw it in deference to Mr. Turnbull's opinion. During the week Phineas had had his hands sufficiently full. Twice he had gone to the potted peas inquiry, but he had been at the office of the people's banner more often than that. Bunce had been very resolute in his determination to bring an action against the police for false imprisonment, even though he spent every shilling of his savings in doing so. And when his wife, in the presence of Phineas, begged that bygones might be bygones, reminding him that spilt milk could not be recovered, he called her a mean-spirited woman. Then Mrs. Bunce wept a flood of tears, and told her favorite lodger that for her all comfort in this world was over. D'Rat, the reformers, I say, and I wish there was no parliament, so I do. What's the use of all the voting, when it means nothing but dry bread and cross words? Phineas by no means encouraged his landlord in his litigious spirit, advising him rather to keep his money in his pocket, and leave the fighting of the battle to the columns of the banner, which would fight it at any rate with economy. But Bunce, though he delighted in the banner, and showed an unfortunate readiness to sit at the feet of Mr. Quintus Slide, would have his action at law. In which resolution Mr. Slide did, I fear, encourage him behind the back of his better friend Phineas Finn. Bunce went with Bunce to Mr. Lowe's chambers, for Mr. Lowe had in some way become acquainted with the law-stationer's journeymen, and there some very good advice was given. "'Have you asked yourself what is your object, Mr. Bunce?' said Mr. Lowe. Mr. Bunce declared he had asked himself that question, and had answered it. His object was redress. In the shape of compensation to yourself," suggested Mr. Lowe. Now Mr. Bunce would not admit that he personally required any compensation. The redress wanted was punishment to the man. "'Is it for vengeance?' asked Mr. Lowe. "'No, it was not for vengeance,' Mr. Bunce declared. "'It ought not to be,' continued Mr. Lowe. "'Because though you think that the man acceded in his duty, you must feel that he was doing so through no personal ill-will to yourself.' "'What I want is to have the fellows kept in their proper places,' said Mr. Bunce. "'Exactly, and therefore these things, when they occur, are mentioned in the press and in Parliament, and the attention of a Secretary of State is called to them. Thank God we don't have very much of that kind of thing in England. "'Maybe we shall have more if we don't look to it,' said Bunce stoutly. "'We always are looking to it,' said Mr. Lowe, looking to it very carefully. But I don't think anything is to be done in that way by indictment against a single man, whose conduct has been already approved by the magistrates. If you want notoriety, Mr. Bunce, and don't mind what you pay for it, or have got anybody else to pay for it, then, indeed, there ain't nobody to pay for it,' said Bunce, waxing angry. Then I certainly should not pay for it myself if I were you,' said Mr. Lowe. But Bunce was not to be counseled out of his intention. When he was out in the Square with Phineas, he expressed great anger against Mr. Lowe. "'He don't know what patriotism means,' said the law scrivener. And then he talks to me about notoriety. It has always been the same way with them. If a man shows a spark of public feeling, it's all ambition. I don't want no notoriety. I want to earn my bread peaceably, and to be let alone when I'm about my own business. I pay rates for the police to look after Rose, not to haul folks about, and lock them up for days and nights, who is doing what they has a legal right to do.' After that Bunce went to his attorney, to the great detriment of the business at the stationer's shop, and Phineas visited the office of the People's Banner. There he wrote a leading article about Bunce's case, for which he was in due time to be paid a guinea. After all, the People's Banner might do more for him in this way than ever would be done by Parliament. Mr. Slide, however, and another gentleman at the Banner office, much older than Mr. Slide, who announced himself as the actual editor, were anxious that Phineas should rid himself of his heterodox political resolutions about the ballot. It was not that they cared much about his own opinions, and when Phineas attempted to argue with the editor on the merits of the ballot, the editor put him down very shortly. "'We go in for it, Mr. Finn,' he said. "'If Mr. Finn would go in for it, too, the editor seemed to think that Mr. Finn might make himself very useful at the Banner office. Phineas stoutly maintained that this was impossible, and was therefore driven to confine his articles in the service of the people to those open subjects on which his opinions agreed with those of the People's Banner. This was his second article, and the editor seemed to think that, backward as he was about the ballot, he was too useful and aid to be thrown aside. A member of Parliament is not now all that he was once, but still there is a prestige in the letters affixed to his name, which makes him loom larger in the eyes of the world than other men. Get into Parliament, if it be but for the borough of Lachshen, and the People's Banners all round will be glad of your assistance, as will also companies limited and unlimited to a very marvellous extent.' Phineas wrote his article, and promised to look in again, and so they went on. Mr. Quintus's slide continued to assure him that a Horgan was indispensable to him, and Phineas began to accommodate his ears to the sound which had at first been so disagreeable. He found that his acquaintance, Mr. Slide, had ideas of his own as to getting into the house at some future time. "'I always look upon the house as my oyster, and here's my sword,' said Mr. Slide, branching an old quill-pen. And I feel that if once there I could get along, I do indeed. What is it a man wants? It's only pluck, that he shouldn't funk because a hundred other men are looking at him.' Then Phineas asked him whether he had any idea of a constituency, to which Mr. Slide replied that he had no absolutely formed intention. Many boroughs, however, would doubtless be set free from aristocratic influence by the redistribution of seats which must take place, as Mr. Slide declared, at any rate in the next session. Then he named the borough of Louton, and Phineas Finn, thinking of Salisby, thinking of the Earl, thinking of Lady Laura, and thinking of Violet, walked away disgusted. Would it not be better that the quiet town, clustering close round the walls of Salisby, should remain as it was, than that it should be polluted by the presence of Mr. Quintus Slide? On the last day of the debate, at a few moments before four o'clock, Phineas encountered another terrible misfortune. He had been at the potted peas since twelve, and had on this occasion targeted two or three commissariat officers very tightly with questions respecting cabbages and potatoes, and had asked whether the officers on board a certain ship did not always eat preserved asparagus, while the men had not even a bean. I fear that he had been put up to this business by Mr. Quintus Slide, and that he made himself nasty. There was, however, so much nastiness of the kind going, that his little effort made no great difference. The conservative members of the committee, on whose side of the house the inquiry had originated, did not scruple to lay all manner of charges to officers whom were they themselves in power, they would be bound to support, and would support with all their energies. About a quarter before four the members of the committee had dismissed their last witness for the day, being desirous of not losing their chance of seats on so important an occasion, and hurried down into the lobby, so that they might enter the house before prayers. This here was button-hulled by Barrington Earle, who said something to him as to the approaching division. They were standing in front of the door of the house, almost in the middle of the lobby, with a crowd of members around them, on a spot which, as frequenters know, is hallowed ground and must not be trodden by strangers. He was, in the act of answering Earle, when he was touched on the arm, and on turning round, saw Mr. Clarkson.  By this time a policeman was explaining to Mr. Clarkson, with gentle violence, that he must not stand there, that he must go aside into one of the corners. "'I know all that,' said Mr. Clarkson, retreating. "'Of course I do, but what is a man to do when a gent won't see him at home?' Mr. Clarkson stood aside in his corner quietly, giving the policeman no occasion for further action against him, but in retreating he spoke loud, and there was a lull of voices around, and twenty members at least had heard what had been said. Finneas Finn no doubt had his privilege, but Mr. Clarkson was determined that the privilege should avail him as little as possible. It was very hard. The real offender, the lord of the treasury, the peer's son, with a thousand a year paid by the country, was not treated with this cruel persecution. Finneas had in truth never taken a farthing from any one but his father, and though doubtless he owed something at this moment, he had no creditor of his own that was even angry with him. As the world goes he was a clear man, but for this debt of his friend Fitzgibbon. He left Barrington Earl in the lobby, and hurried into the house, blushing up to the eyes. He looked for Fitzgibbon in his place, but the lord of the treasury was not as yet there. Doubtless he would be there for the division, and Finneas resolved that he would speak a bit of his mind before he let his friend out of his sight. There were some great speeches made on that evening. Mr. Gresham delivered an oration of which men said that it would be known in England as long as there were any words remaining of English eloquence. In it he taunted Mr. Turnbull with being a recreation to the people, of whom he called himself so often the champion. But Mr. Turnbull was not in the least moved. Mr. Gresham knew well enough that Mr. Turnbull was not to be moved by any words, but the words were not the less telling to the house and to the country. Men who heard it said that Mr. Gresham forgot himself in that speech, forgot his party, forgot his strategy, forgot his long-drawn schemes, even his love of applause, and thought only of his cause. Mr. Dabony replied to him with equal genius and with equal skill, if not with equal heart. Mr. Gresham had asked for the approbation of all present and of all future reformers. Mr. Dabony denied him both, the one because he would not succeed, and the other because he would not have deserved success. Then Mr. Mildmay made his reply, getting up at about three o'clock, and uttered a prayer, a futile prayer, that this, his last work on behalf of his countrymen, might be successful. His bill was read a second time, as I have said before, in obedience to the casting vote of the speaker, but a majority such as that was tantamount to a defeat. There was, of course, on that night no declaration as to what ministers would do. Without a meeting of the Cabinet, and without some further consideration, though each might know that the bill would be withdrawn, they could not say in what way they would act. But late as was the hour, there were many words on the subject before members were in their beds. Mr. Turnbull and Mr. Monk left the house together, and perhaps no two gentlemen in it, had in former sessions, been more in the habit of walking home, arm in arm, and discussing what each had heard, and what each had said in that assembly. Laterally, these two men had gone strangely asunder in their paths, very strangely for men who had for years walked so closely together. And this separation had been marked by violent words spoken against each other. By violent words, at least, spoken against him in office, by the one who had never contaminated his hands by the Queen's chilling. And yet, on such an occasion as this, they were able to walk away from the house, arm in arm, and did not fly at each other's throats by the way. After enough, is it not, said Mr. Turnbull, that the thing should have been so close? Very odd, said Mr. Monk, but men have said that it would be so all the week. Grusham was very fine, said Mr. Turnbull. Very fine indeed. I never have heard anything like it before. Dobbany was very powerful, too, said Mr. Turnbull. Yes, no doubt, the occasion was great, and he answered to the spur, but Grusham's was the speech of the debate. Well, yes, perhaps it was, said Mr. Turnbull, who was thinking of his own flight the other night, and who among his special friends had been much praised for what he had then done. But, of course, he made no allusion to his own doings, or to those of Mr. Monk. In this way they conversed for some twenty minutes till they parted, but neither of them interrogated the other as to what either might be called upon to do, in consequence of the division which had just been affected. They might still be intimate friends, but the days of confidence between them were passed. Phineas had seen Lawrence Fitzgibbon enter the house, which he did quite late in the night, so as to be in time for the division. No doubt he had dined in the house, and had been all the evening in the library, or in the smoking-room. When Mr. Mildmay was on his legs making his reply, Fitzgibbon had sauntered in, not choosing to wait till he might be rung up by the bell at the last moment. Phineas was near him as they passed by the tellers, near him in the lobby, and near him again as they all passed back into the house. But at the last moment he thought that he would miss his prey. In the crowd as they left the house he failed to get his hand upon his friend's shoulder. But he hurried down the member's passage, and just at the gate leading out into Westminster Hall he overtook Fitzgibbon, walking arm in arm with Barrington Earl. Lawrence, he said, taking hold of his countryman's arm with a decided grasp. I want to speak to you for a moment, if you please. Speak away! said Lawrence. Then Phineas, looking up into his face, knew very well that he had been, what the world calls, dining. Phineas remembered at the moment that Barrington Earl had been close to him when the odious moneylender had touched his arm and made his inquiry about that little bill. He much wished to make Earl understand that the debt was not his own, that he was not in the hands of the user in reference to his own concerns. But there was a feeling within him that he still, even still, owed something to his friendship to Fitzgibbon.  Said Phineas. Earl will excuse us. Oh, blazes! said Lawrence. What is it you're after? I ain't good at private conferences at three in the morning. We're all out, and isn't that enough for ye? I have been dreadfully annoyed to-night, said Phineas, and I wished to speak to you about it. Bid ad, Phine, my boy, and there are a good many of us are annoyed, eh, Barrington? Phineas perceived clearly that though Fitzgibbon had been dining, there was as much of cunning in all this as of wine, and he was determined not to submit to such unlimited ill-usage. My annoyance comes from your friend, Mr. Clarkson, who had the impudence to address me in the lobby of the house. And serve your right, too, Phine, my boy. Why the devil did you sport your oak to him? He has told me all about it. There ain't such a patient little fellow as Clarkson anywhere if you'll only let him have his own way. He'll look in, as he calls it, three times a week for a whole season, and do nothing further. Of course he don't like to be locked out. Is that the gentleman with whom the police interfered in the lobby? Earl inquired. A confounded bill-discounter, to whom our friend here has introduced me, for his own purposes, said Phineas. A very gentleman-like fellow, said Lawrence. Barrington knows him, I daresay. Look here, Phine, my boy. Take my advice. Ask him to breakfast, and let him understand that the house will always be open to him. After this, Lawrence Fitzgibbon and Barrington Earl got into a camp together, and were driven away. CHAPTER XXIX And now, will the muses assist me while I sing an altogether new song? On the Tuesday the cabinet met at the First Lord's official residence in Downing Street, and I will attempt to describe what, according to the bewildered brain of a poor fictionist, was said, or might have been said, what was done or might have been done, and so august an occasion. The poor fictionist very frequently finds himself to have been wrong in his description of things in general, and is told so, roughly by the critics, and tenderly by the friends of his bosom. He is moved to tell of things of which he omits to learn the nature before he tells of them, as should be done by a strictly honest fictionist. He catches salmon in October, or shoots his partridges in March. His dahlias bloom in June, and his birds sing in the autumn. He opens the opera houses before Easter, and makes parliaments sit on a Wednesday evening, and then those terrible meshes of the law. How is a fictionist, in these excited days, to create the needed biting interest without legal difficulties? And how, again, is he to steer his little bark clear of so many rocks, when the rocks and the shoals have been purposely arranged to make the taking of a pilot on board a necessity? As to those law meshes, a benevolent pilot will, indeed, now and again, give a poor fictionist a helping hand. Not used, however, generally, with much discretion. But from whom is any assistance to come in the august matter of a cabinet assembly? There can be no such assistance. No man can tell ought, but they who will tell nothing. But then, again, there is this safety. That let the story be ever so mistold. Let the fiction be ever so far removed from the truth. No critic, short of a cabinet minister himself, can convict the narrator of error. It was a large dingy room, covered with a turkey carpet and containing a dark polished mahogany dinner-table, on very heavy-carved legs, which an old messenger was preparing at two o'clock in the day, for the use of Her Majesty's ministers. The table would have been large enough for fourteen guests, and along the side, further from the fire, there were placed some six heavy chairs—good comfortable chairs, stuffed at the back as well as the seat—but on the side nearer to the fire the chairs were placed irregularly, and there were four arm-chairs, two on one side and two on the other. There were four windows to the room, which looked on to St. James's Park, and the curtains of the windows were dark and heavy, as became the gravity of the purposes to which that chamber was appropriated. In old days it had been the dining-room of one prime minister after another. To pit it had been the abode of his own familiar Prandial Panates, and Lord Liverpool had been dull there among his dull friends for long year after year. The ministers of the present day find it more convenient to live in private homes, and indeed not unfrequently carry their cabinets with them. But under Mr. Mildmay's rule the meetings were generally held in the old room at the official residence. Grace did the aged messenger move each arm-chair, now a little this way and now a little that, and then look at them as though something of the tendency of the coming meeting might depend on the comfort of its leading members. If Mr. Mildmay should find himself to be quite comfortable, so that he could hear what was said without a struggle to his ear, and see his colleagues' faces clearly, and feel the fire without burning his shins, it might be possible that he would not insist upon resigning. If this were so, how important was the work now confided to the hands of that aged messenger? When his anxious eyes had glanced round the room some half a dozen times, when he had touched each curtain, laid his hand upon every chair, and dusted certain papers which lay upon a side-table, and which had been lying there for two years, and at which no one ever looked or would look, he gently crept away and ensconced himself in an easy chair, not far from the door of the chamber, for it might be necessary to stop the attempt of a rash intruder on those secret counsels. Very shortly there was heard the ring of various voices in the passages, the voices of men speaking pleasantly, the voices of men with whom it seemed, from their tone, that things were doing well in the world. And then a cluster of four or five gentlemen entered the room. At first sight they seemed to be as ordinary gentlemen as you shall meet anywhere about Paul Mall on an afternoon. There was nothing about their outward appearance of the august wiggory of statecraft, nothing of the ponderous dignity of ministerial position. That little man in the square-cut coat, we may almost call it a shooting-coat, swinging an umbrella and wearing no gloves, is no less a person than the Lord Chancellor, Lord Weasling, who made a hundred thousand pounds as Attorney General, and is supposed to be the best lawyer of his age. He is fifty, but he looks to be hardly over forty, and one might take him to be, from his appearance, perhaps a clerk in the war-office, well-to-do and popular among his brother-clerks. Immediately with him is Sir Harry Coldfoot, also a lawyer by profession, though he has never practiced. He has been in the house for nearly thirty years, and is now at the home-office. He is a stout, healthy, grey-haired gentleman, who certainly does not wear the cares of office on his face. Perhaps however no minister gets more bullied than he by the press, and men say that he will be very willing to give up to some political enemy, the control of the police, and the onerous duty of judging in all criminal appeals. Among these come our friend Mr. Monk, young Lord Cantrip from the colonies next door, then whom no smarter young peer now does honor to our hereditary legislature, and Sir Marmaduke Morkham, the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. Why, Sir Marmaduke has always been placed in Mr. Mildmay's cadnets nobody ever knew. As Chancellor of the Duchy he has nothing to do, and were there anything he would not do it. He rarely speaks in the house, and then does not speak well. He is a handsome man, or would be but for an assumption of grandeur in the carriage of his eyes, giving to his face a character of pomposity which he himself well deserves. He was in the guards when young, and has been in Parliament since he ceased to be young. It must be supposed that Mr. Mildmay has found something in him, for he has been included in three successive liberal cadnets. He has probably the virtue of being true to Mr. Mildmay, and of being duly submissive to one whom he recognizes as his superior. In two minutes afterwards the Duke followed, with Plantagenet Palisère. The Duke, as all the world knows, was the Duke of St. Bungay, the very front and head of the aristocratic old wigs of the country, a man who has been thrice spoken of as Prime Minister, and who really might have filled the office had he not known himself to be unfit for it. The Duke has been consulted as to the making of cadnets for the last five and thirty years, and is even now not an old man in appearance. A fussy, popular, clever, conscientious man, whose digestion has been too good to make politics a burden to him, but who has thought seriously about his country, and is one who will be sure to leave memoirs behind him. He was born in the semi-purple of ministerial influences, and men say of him that he is honester than his uncle, who was Canning's friend, but not so great a man as his grandfather, with whom Fox once quarreled, and whom Burke loved. Plantagenet Palisère, himself the heir to a dukedom, was the young Chancellor of the Exchequer, of whom some statesmen thought much as the rising star of the age. If industry, rectitude of purpose, and a certain clearness of intellect may prevail, Plantagenet Pal, as he is familiarly called, may become a great minister. Then came Viscount Thrift by himself, the First Lord of Admiralty, with the whole weight of a new iron-clad fleet upon his shoulders. He has undertaken the Herculean task of cleansing the dockyards, and with it the lesser work of keeping afloat a navy that may be esteemed by his countrymen to be the best in the world. And he thinks that he will do both, if only Mr. Mildmay will not resign. An industrious, honest, self-denying nobleman, who works without ceasing from morn to-night, and who hopes to rise in time to high things, to the translating of Homer, perhaps, and the wearing of the garter. Close behind him there was a ruck of ministers, with the much-honored gray-haired old premier in the midst of them. There was Mr. Gresham, the Foreign Minister, said to be the greatest orator in Europe, on whose shoulders it was thought that the mantle of Mr. Mildmay would fall. To be worn, however, quite otherwise than Mr. Mildmay had worn it, for Mr. Gresham is a man with no feelings for the past, void of historical association, hardly with memories, living altogether for the future which he is anxious to fashion anew out of the vigor of his own brain. Whereas with Mr. Mildmay even his love of reform is an inherited passion for an old world liberalism. And there was with them Mr. Legg Wilson, the brother of a peer, secretary at war, a great scholar and a polished gentleman, very proud of his position as a cabinet minister, but conscious that he has hardly earned it by political work. And Lord Plin Lemon is with them, the Comptroller of India, of all working lords the most jaunty, the most pleasant, and the most popular, very good at taking chairs at dinners and making becoming speeches at the shortest notice, a man apparently very free and open in his ways of life, but cautious enough in truth as to every step, knowing well how hard it is to climb and how easy to fall. Mr. Mildmay entered the room, leaning on Lord Plin Lemon's arm, and when he made his way up among the arm-chairs upon the rug before the fire, the others clustered around him with cheering looks and kindly questions. Then came the privy seal, our old friend Lord Brentford, last, and I would say least, but that the words of no counselor could go for less in such an assemblage than will those of Sir Marmaduke Morkham, the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. Mr. Mildmay was soon seated in one of the arm-chairs, while Lord Plin Lemon leaned against the table close at his elbow. Mr. Gresham stood upright at the corner of the chimney-piece furthest from Mr. Mildmay, and Mr. Palasar at that nearest to him. The duke took the arm-chair close at Mr. Mildmay's left hand. Lord Plin Lemon was, as I have said, leaning against the table, but the Lord Chancellor, who was next to him, sat upon it. Viscount Thrift and Mr. Munk occupied chairs on the further side of the table, near to Mr. Mildmay's end, and Mr. Lake Wilson placed himself at the head of the table, thus joining them, as it were, into a body. The home secretary stood before the Lord Chancellor, screening him from the fire, and the Chancellor of the Duchy, after waiting for a few minutes, as though in doubt, took one of the vacant arm-chairs. The young Lord from the colonies stood a little behind the shoulders of his great friend from the Foreign Office, and the privy seal, after moving about for a while uneasily, took a chair behind the Chancellor of the Duchy. One arm-chair was thus left vacant, but there was no other comeer. It is not so bad as I thought it would be," said the duke, speaking aloud, but nevertheless addressing himself specially to his chief. "'It was bad enough,' said Mr. Mildmay, laughing. "'Bad enough, indeed,' said Sir Marmaduke Morkham, without any laughter. "'And such a good bill lost,' said Lord Plin Lemon. The worst of these failures is, that the same identical bill can never be brought in again. So that if the lost bill was best, the bill that will not be lost can only be second best,' said the Lord Chancellor. "'I certainly did think that after the debate before Easter we should not have come to shipwreck about the ballot,' said Mr. Mildmay. "'It was brewing for us all along,' said Mr. Gresham, who then, with a gesture of his hand and a pressure of his lips, withheld words which he was nearly uttering, and which would not, probably, have been complementary to Mr. Turnbull. As it was, he turned half-round, and said something to Lord Cantrip, which was not audible to any one else in the room. It was worthy of note, however, that Mr. Turnbull's name was not once mentioned aloud at that meeting. "'I am afraid it was brewing all along,' said Sir Marmaduke Morkham gravely. "'Well, gentlemen, we must take it as we get it,' said Mr. Mildmay, still smiling. And now we must consider what we shall do at once.' Then he paused, as though expecting that Council would come to him first from one colleague and then from another. But no such Council came, and probably Mr. Mildmay did not in the least expect that it would come. "'We cannot stay where we are, of course,' said the Duke. The Duke was privileged to say as much as that. But though every man in the room knew that it must be so, no one but the Duke would have said it, before Mr. Mildmay had spoken plainly himself. "'No,' said Mr. Mildmay. "'I suppose that we can hardly stay where we are.' "'Probably none of us wish it, gentlemen.' Then he looked round upon his colleagues. And there came a sort of an ascent, though there were no spoken words. The sound from Sir Marmaduke Morkham was louder than that from the others. But yet from him it was no more than an attesting grunt. "'We have two things to consider,' continued Mr. Mildmay. And though he spoke in a very low voice, every word was heard by all present. "'Two things, chiefly, that is. The work of the country and the Queen's comfort. I propose to see Her Majesty this afternoon at five—that is, in something less than two hours time—and I hope to be able to tell the house by seven what has taken place between Her Majesty and me. My friend, his grace, will do as much in the house of lords. If you agree with me, gentlemen, I will explain to the Queen that it is not for the welfare of the country that we should retain our places, and I will place your resignations and my own in Her Majesty's hands. You will advise Her Majesty to send for Lord Deterrier,' said Mr. Gresham. "'Certainly there will be no other course open to me.' "'Or to her,' said Mr. Gresham. To this remark, from the rising minister of the day, no word of reply was made. But of those present in the room three or four of the most experienced servants of the Crown, felt that Mr. Gresham had been imprudent. The Duke, who had ever been afraid of Mr. Gresham, told Mr. Palisare afterwards that such an observation should not have been made, and Sir Harry Coldfoot pondered upon it uneasily, and Sir Marmaduke Morkham asked Mr. Mildmay what he thought about it. Times changed so much, and with the times the feelings of men, said Mr. Mildmay. But I doubt whether Sir Marmaduke quite understood him. There was silence in the room for a moment or two after Mr. Gresham had spoken, and then Mr. Mildmay again addressed his friends. Of course it may be possible that my Lord Deterrier may foresee difficulties, or may find difficulties which will oblige him, either at once, or after an attempt has been made, to decline the task which Her Majesty will probably commit to him. All of us, no doubt, know that the arrangement of a government is not the most easy task in the world, and that it is not made the more easy by an absence of a majority in the House of Commons. He would dissolve, I presume, said the Duke. I should say so, continued Mr. Mildmay. But it may not improbably come to pass that Her Majesty will feel herself obliged to send again, for some one or two of us, that we may tender to Her Majesty the advice which we owe to her—for me, for instance, or for my friend the Duke. In such a matter she would be much guided, probably, by what Lord Deterrier might have suggested to her. Should this be so? And should I be consulted? My present feeling is that we should resume our offices, so that the necessary business of the session should be completed, and that we should then dissolve Parliament, and thus ascertain the opinion of the country. In such case, however, we should, of course, meet again. I quite think that the course proposed by Mr. Mildmay will be the best," said the Duke, who had no doubt already discussed the matter with his friend the Prime Minister in private. No one else said a word either of argument or disagreement, and the Cabinet Council was broken up. The old messenger, who had been asleep in his chair, stood up and bowed as the Ministers walked by him, and then went in and rearranged the chairs. "'He has as much idea of giving up as you or I have,' said Lord Cantrip, to his friend Mr. Gresham, as they walked arm in arm together from the Treasury Chambers across St. James Park towards the clubs. "'I am not sure that he is not right,' said Mr. Gresham. "'Do you mean for himself or for the country?' asked Lord Cantrip. For his future fame, they who have abdicated and have clung to their abdication have always lost by it. Cincinnati's was brought back again, and Charles V is felt to have been foolish. The peaches of retired Ministers, of which we hear so often, have generally been cultivated in a constrained seclusion, or at least the world so believes. They were talking probably of Mr. Mildmay, as to whom some of his colleagues had thought it probable, knowing that he would now resign, that he would have today declared his intention of laying aside for ever the cares of office. Mr. Monk walked home alone, and as he went there was something of a feeling of disappointment at heart, which made him ask himself whether Mr. Turnbull might not have been right in rebuking him for joining the government.  CHAPTER XXXV of Phineas Finn. 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 Amanda Hindman. Phineas Finn by Anthony Trollopay. CHAPTER XXXV, Mr. Kennedy's Luck. After the holding of that cabinet council of which the author has dared to attempt a slight sketch in the last chapter, there were various visits made to the Queen, first by Mr. Mildmay and then by Lord Deterrier, afterwards by Mr. Mildmay and the Duke together and then again by Lord Deterrier, and there were various explanations made to Parliament in each house, and rivals were very courteous to each other, promising assistants, and at the end of it the old men held their seats. The only change made was affected by the retirement of Sir Marmaduke Morcombe, who was raised to the peerage, and by the selection of Mr. Kennedy to fill his place in the cabinet. Mr. Kennedy, during the late debate, had made one of those speeches few and far between by which he had created for himself a parliamentary reputation, but nevertheless all men expressed their great surprise and no one could quite understand why Mr. Kennedy had been made a cabinet minister. It is impossible to say whether he is pleased or not, said Lady Laura, speaking of him to Phineas, I am pleased, of course. His ambition must be gratified, said Phineas. It would be if he had any, said Lady Laura. I do not believe in a man lacking ambition. It is hard to say. There are men who by no means wear their hearts upon their sleeves, and my husband is one of them. He told me that it would be unbecoming in him to refuse, and that was all he said to me about it. The old men held their seats, but they did so as it were only upon further trial. Mr. Mildmay took the course which he had indicated to his colleagues at the cabinet meeting. Before all the explanations and journeyings were completed, April was over, and the much needed with scintide holidays were coming on, but little of the routine work of the session had been done, and as Mr. Mildmay told the House more than once, the country would suffer were the Queen to dissolve Parliament at this period of the year. The old ministers would go on with the business of the country. Or deterry a with his followers having declined to take affairs into their hands, and at the close of the session, which should be made as short as possible, ritz should be issued for new elections. This was Mr. Mildmay's program, and it was one of which no one dared to complain very loudly. Mr. Turnbull indeed did speak a word of caution. He told Mr. Mildmay that he had lost his bill, good in other respects, because he had refused to introduce the ballot into his measure. But him promised to be wiser for the future, and to obey the manifested wishes of the country, and then all would be well with him. In answer to this, Mr. Mildmay declared that to the best of his power of reading the country, his countrymen had manifested no such wish, and that if they did so, if by the fresh election it should be shown that the ballot was in truth desired, he would at once leave the execution of their wishes to Abler and younger hands. Mr. Turnbull expressed himself perfectly satisfied with the minister's answers, and said that the coming election would show whether he or Mr. Mildmay were right. Many men, and among them some of his colleagues, thought that Mr. Mildmay had been imprudent. No man ever ought to pledge himself to anything, said Sir Harry Coldfoot, to the Duke, that is, to anything unnecessary. The Duke, who was very true to Mr. Mildmay, made no reply to this, but even he thought that his old friend had been betrayed into a promise too rapidly. But the pledge was given, and some people already began to make much of it. There appeared leader after leader in the people's banner urging the constituencies to take advantage of the prime minister's words, and to show clearly at the hewstings that they desired the ballot. You had better come over to us, Mr. Finn. You had indeed, said Mr. Slide, now is the time to do it, and show yourself a people's friend. You'll have to do it sooner or later, whether or no. Come to us, and we'll be your organ. But in those days, Phineas was something less in love with Mr. Quintus Slide than he had been at the time of the Great Debate, for he was becoming more and more closely connected with people who in their ways of living and modes of expression were very unlike Mr. Slide. This advice was given to him about the end of May, and at that time Lord Chiltern was living with him in the lodgings in Great Marlborough Street. Miss Pouncefoot had temporarily vacated her rooms on the first floor, and the Lord, with the broken bones, had condescended to occupy them. I don't know that I like having a Lord, Bunce had said to his wife. It'll soon come to you not liking anybody decent anywhere. Mistress Bunce had replied, but I shan't ask any questions about it. When you're wasting so much time and money at your dirty law proceedings, it's well that somebody should earn something at home. There had been many discussions about the bringing of Lord Chiltern up to London in all of which Phineas had been concerned. Lord Brentford had thought that his son had better remain down at the Willingford Bull, and although he said that the rooms were at his son's disposal should Lord Chiltern choose to come to London, still he said it in such a way that Phineas, who went down to Willingford, could not tell his friend that he would be made welcome in Portman Square. I think I shall leave those diggings altogether, Lord Chiltern said to him. My father annoys me by everything he says and does, and I annoy him by saying and doing nothing. Then there came an invitation to him from Lady Laura and Mr. Kennedy. Would he come to Grovesner Place? Lady Laura pressed very much, though in truth Mr. Kennedy had hardly done more than give a cold ascent. But Lord Chiltern would hear none of it. There is some reason for my going to my father's house, he said, though he and I are not the best friends in the world, but there can be no reason for my going to the house of a man I dislike so much as I do, Robert Kennedy. The matter was settled and the manor told above. Miss Pouncefoot's rooms were prepared for him at Mr. Bunce's house, and Phineas Finn went down to Willingford and brought him up. I have sold Bonebreaker, he said, to a young fellow whose neck will certainly be the sacrifice if he attempts to ride him. I'd have given him to you, Phineas, only you wouldn't have known what to do with him. For Chiltern, when he came up to London, was still in bandages, though as the surgeon said, his bones seemed to have been made to be broken and set again, and his bandages, of course, were a sufficient excuse for his visiting the house neither of his father nor his brother-in-law. But Lady Laura went to him frequently, and thus became acquainted with our hero's home and with Miss Rose Bunce. And there were messages taken from Violet to the man in bandages, some of which lost nothing in the carrying. Once Lady Laura tried to make Violet think that it would be right, or rather not wrong, that they too should go together to Lord Chiltern's rooms. And would you have me tell my aunt, or would you have me not tell her? Violet asked. I would have you do just as you pleased, Lady Laura answered. So I shall, Violet replied, but I will do nothing that I should be ashamed to tell anyone, your brother professes to be in love with me. He is in love with you, said Lady Laura, even you do not pretend to doubt his faith. Very well, in those circumstances a girl should not go to a man's rooms unless she means to consider herself as engaged to him, even with his sister, not though he had broken every bone in his skin. I know what I may do, Laura, and I know what I may end, and I won't be led either by you or by my aunt. May I give him your love? No, because you'll give it in a wrong spirit. He knows well enough that I wish him well, but you may tell him that for me, if you please. He has, for me, all those wishes which one friend owes to another. But there were other messages sent from Violet through Phineas Finn, which she worded with more show of affection, perhaps as much for the discomfort of Phineas as for the consolation of Lord Chiltern. Tell him to take care of himself, said Violet, and bid him not to have any more of those wild brutes that are not fit for any Christian to ride. Tell him that I say so. It's a great thing to be brave, but what's the use of being foolhardy? The session was to be closed at the end of June. To the great dismay of London tradesmen and of young ladies who had not been entirely successful in the early season. But before the Old Parliament was closed and the rits for the new election were dispatched, there occurred an incident which was of very much importance to Phineas Finn. After the end of June, when the remaining days of the session were numbered by three or four, he had been dining at Lord Brentford's house in Portman Square and company with Mr. Kennedy. But Lady Laura had not been there. At this time he saw Lord Brentford not unfrequently, and there was always a word said about Lord Chiltern. The father would ask how the son occupied himself and Phineas would hope, though hitherto he had hoped in vain, that he would induce the Earl to come and see Lord Chiltern. And Brentford could never be brought to that, but it was sufficiently evident that he would have done so had he not been afraid to descend so far from the altitude of his parental wrath. On this evening at about eleven, Mr. Kennedy and Phineas left the house together and walked from the square through Orchard Street into Oxford Street. Here their ways parted, but Phineas crossed the road with Mr. Kennedy as he was making some reply to a second invitation to Laughlincher, Phineas considering what had been said before on the subject, thought that the invitation came late, and that it was not warmly worded. He had, therefore, declined it, and was in the act of declining it when he crossed the road with Mr. Kennedy. In walking down Orchard Street from the square he had seen two men standing in the shadow a few yards up a muse or small alley that was there, but had thought nothing of them. It was just that period of the year when there is hardly any of the darkness of night, but at this moment there were symptoms of coming rain, and heavy drops began to fall, and there were big clouds coming and going before the young moon. Mr. Kennedy had said that he would get a cab, but he had seen none as he crossed Oxford Street and had put up his umbrella as he made his way towards Park Street. Phineas as he left him distinctly perceived the same two figures on the other side of Oxford Street, and then, turning into the shadow of a butcher's porch, he saw them cross the street in the wake of Mr. Kennedy. It was now raining in earnest, and the few passengers who were out were scutting away quickly this way and that. It hardly occurred to Phineas to think that any danger was imminent to Mr. Kennedy from the men, but it did occur to him that he might as well take some notice of the matter. Phineas knew that Mr. Kennedy would make his way down Park Street, that being his usual route from Portman Square toward his own home, and knew also that he himself could again come across Mr. Kennedy's track by going down North Audley Street to the corner of Grovesner Square, and thence by Brook Street into Park Street. Without much thought, therefore, he went out of his own course down to the corner of the square, hurrying his steps till he was running, and then ran along Brook Street, thinking as he went of some special word that he might say to Mr. Kennedy as an excuse. Should he again come across his late companion? He reached the corner of Park Street before that gentleman could have been there unless he also had run. But just in time to see him as he was coming on, and also to see in the dark glimmering of the slight uncertain moonlight that the two men were behind him, he retreated a step backwards in the corner, resolving that when Mr. Kennedy came up, they, too, would go on together. For now it was clear that Mr. Kennedy was followed, but Mr. Kennedy did not reach the corner. When he was within two doors of it, one of the men had followed him up quickly and had thrown something round his throat from behind. This understood well now that his friend was in the act of being guaranteed, and that his instant assistance was needed. He rushed forward, and as the second ruffian had been close upon the steps of the first, there was almost instantaneously a concourse of the four men. But there was no fight. The man, who had already nearly succeeded in putting Mr. Kennedy onto his back, made no attempt to seize his prey when he found that so unwelcome an addition had joined the party, but instantly turned to fly. His companion was turning also, but Phineas was too quick for him, and having seized onto his collar, held to him with all his power. Dashed at all, said the man, didn't you see how I was a hurrying up to help the gentleman myself? Phineas, however, hadn't seen this, and held on gallantly, and in a couple of minutes the first ruffian was back again upon the spot in the custody of a policeman.  If the gentleman ain't none the worst for it, it'll have been a very pretty evening's amusement. Mr. Kennedy was now leaning against the railings, and hitherto had been unable to declare whether he was really injured or not, and it was not till a second policeman came up that the hero of the night was at liberty to attend closely to his friend. Mr. Kennedy, when he was able to speak, declared that for a minute or two he had thought that his neck had been broken, and he was not quite convinced till he found himself in his own house that nothing more serious had really happened to him than certain bruises round his throat. The policeman was for a while anxious that at any rate Phineas should go with him to the police office, but at last consented to take the addresses of the two gentlemen. When he found that Mr. Kennedy was a member of parliament, and that he was designated as right honorable, his respect for the garager became more great, and he began to feel that the night was indeed a night of great importance. He expressed unbounded admiration at Mr. Finn's success in his own line, and made repeated promises that the men should be forthcoming on the morrow. Could a cab be got? Of course a cab could be got. A cab was got, and within a quarter of an hour of the making of the attack the two members of parliament were on their way to Grovesner Place. There was hardly a word spoken in the cab, for Mr. Kennedy was in pain. When, however, they reached the door in Grovesner Place, Phineas wanted to go and leave his friend with the servants. But this the cabinet minister would not allow. Of course you must see my wife, he said. So they went upstairs into the drawing room, and then upon the stairs, by the lights of the house, Phineas could perceive that his companion's face was bruised and black with dirt, and that his cravat was gone. I have been guaranteed, said the cabinet minister to his wife. What? Only that, or should have been if he had not been there. How he came there, God only knows. The wife's anxiety and then her gratitude need hardly be described, nor the astonishment of the husband, which by no means decreased on reflection, at the opportunity appearance in the nick of time of the man whom three minutes before the attack he had left in the act of going in the opposite direction. I had seen the men, and thought it best to run round by the corner of Grovesner Square, said Phineas. May God bless you, said Lady Laura. Amen, said the cabinet minister. I think he was born to be my friend, said Lady Laura. The cabinet minister said nothing more that night. He was never given to much talking, and the little accident which had just occurred to him did not tend to make words easy to him. But he pressed her hero's hand, and Lady Laura said that of course Phineas would come to them on the morrow. Phineas remarked that his first business must be to go to the police office, but he promised that he would come down to Grovesner Place immediately afterwards. Then Lady Laura also pressed his hand and looked. She looked, I think, as though she thought that Phineas would only have done right had he repeated the offense which he had committed under the waterfall of Laughlincher. Garretted, said Lord Chiltern, when Phineas told him the story before they went to bed that night. He had been smoking, sipping brandy in water and waiting for Finch return. Robert Kennedy garretted. The fellow was in the act of doing it. And you stopped him? Yes, I got there just in time. Wasn't it lucky?  I should have lent the man a hand had I been there. How can you say anything so horrible?  If there were no one in London drinking more than I do, the wine merchants would have a bad time of it. And so the new cabinet minister has been garretted in the street. Of course I am sorry for Laura's sake.  I wonder whether it is on the cards he should be improved by it, worse except in the way of being strangled he could not be. However, as he is my brother-in-law, I am obliged to you for rescuing him. Come, I will go to bed. I must say, if he was to be garretted, I should like to have been there to see it. That was the manner in which Lord Chiltern received the tidings of the terrible accident which had occurred to his near relative.