Part 28 (2/2)

”But you will despise me.”

”That I am sure I shall not do.”

”You cannot help it. I despise myself. For years I have placed before myself the ambition of speaking in the House of Commons;--for years I have been thinking whether there would ever come to me an opportunity of making myself heard in that a.s.sembly, which I consider to be the first in the world. To-day the opportunity has been offered to me,--and, though the motion was nothing, the opportunity was great.

The subject was one on which I was thoroughly prepared. The manner in which I was summoned was most flattering to me. I was especially called on to perform a task which was most congenial to my feelings;--and I declined because I was afraid.”

”You had thought too much about it, my friend,” said Lady Laura.

”Too much or too little, what does it matter?” replied Phineas, in despair. ”There is the fact. I could not do it. Do you remember the story of Conachar in the 'Fair Maid of Perth;'--how his heart refused to give him blood enough to fight? He had been suckled with the milk of a timid creature, and, though he could die, there was none of the strength of manhood in him. It is about the same thing with me, I take it.”

”I do not think you are at all like Conachar,” said Lady Laura.

”I am equally disgraced, and I must perish after the same fas.h.i.+on. I shall apply for the Chiltern Hundreds in a day or two.”

”You will do nothing of the kind,” said Lady Laura, getting up from her chair and coming towards him. ”You shall not leave this room till you have promised me that you will do nothing of the kind. I do not know as yet what has occurred to-night; but I do know that that modesty which has kept you silent is more often a grace than a disgrace.”

This was the kind of sympathy which he wanted, She drew her chair nearer to him, and then he explained to her as accurately as he could what had taken place in the House on this evening,--how he had prepared his speech, how he had felt that his preparation was vain, how he perceived from the course of the debate that if he spoke at all his speech must be very different from what he had first intended; how he had declined to take upon himself a task which seemed to require so close a knowledge of the ways of the House and of the temper of the men, as the defence of such a man as Mr. Monk.

In accusing himself he, unconsciously, excused himself, and his excuse, in Lady Laura's ears, was more valid than his accusation.

”And you would give it all up for that?” she said.

”Yes; I think I ought.”

”I have very little doubt but that you were right in allowing Mr.

Bonteen to undertake such a task. I should simply explain to Mr. Monk that you felt too keen an interest in his welfare to stand up as an untried member in his defence. It is not, I think, the work for a man who is not at home in the House. I am sure Mr. Monk will feel this, and I am quite certain that Mr. Kennedy will think that you have been right.”

”I do not care what Mr. Kennedy may think.”

”Why do you say that, Mr. Finn? That is not courteous.”

”Simply because I care so much what Mr. Kennedy's wife may think.

Your opinion is all in all to me,--only that I know you are too kind to me.”

”He would not be too kind to you. He is never too kind to any one. He is justice itself.”

Phineas, as he heard the tones of her voice, could not but feel that there was in Lady Laura's words something of an accusation against her husband.

”I hate justice,” said Phineas. ”I know that justice would condemn me. But love and friends.h.i.+p know nothing of justice. The value of love is that it overlooks faults, and forgives even crimes.”

”I, at any rate,” said Lady Laura, ”will forgive the crime of your silence in the House. My strong belief in your success will not be in the least affected by what you tell me of your failure to-night. You must await another opportunity; and, if possible, you should be less anxious as to your own performance. There is Violet.” As Lady Laura spoke the last words, there was a sound of a carriage stopping in the street, and the front door was immediately opened. ”She is staying here, but has been dining with her uncle, Admiral Effingham.” Then Violet Effingham entered the room, rolled up in pretty white furs, and silk cloaks, and lace shawls. ”Here is Mr. Finn, come to tell us of the debate about the ballot.”

”I don't care twopence about the ballot,” said Violet, as she put out her hand to Phineas. ”Are we going to have a new iron fleet built?

That's the question.”

”Sir Simeon has come out strong to-night,” said Lady Laura.

”There is no political question of any importance except the question of the iron fleet,” said Violet. ”I am quite sure of that, and so, if Mr. Finn can tell me nothing about the iron fleet, I'll go to bed.”

”Mr. Kennedy will tell you everything when he comes home,” said Phineas.

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