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As he went away he felt that he was bound to get an answer from Violet Effingham. If it should be necessary, he was willing to break with Lord Brentford on that matter,--even though such breaking should lose him his borough and his place;--but not on any other matter.

CHAPTER XLIV

Phineas and His Friends

Our hero's friends were, I think, almost more elated by our hero's promotion than was our hero himself. He never told himself that it was a great thing to be a junior lord of the Treasury, though he acknowledged to himself that to have made a successful beginning was a very great thing. But his friends were loud in their congratulations,--or condolements as the case might be.

He had his interview with Mr. Mildmay, and, after that, one of his first steps was to inform Mrs. Bunce that he must change his lodgings. ”The truth is, Mrs. Bunce, not that I want anything better; but that a better position will be advantageous to me, and that I can afford to pay for it.” Mrs. Bunce acknowledged the truth of the argument, with her ap.r.o.n up to her eyes. ”I've got to be so fond of looking after you, Mr. Finn! I have indeed,” said Mrs. Bunce. ”It is not just what you pays like, because another party will pay as much.

But we've got so used to you, Mr. Finn,--haven't we?” Mrs. Bunce was probably not aware herself that the comeliness of her lodger had pleased her feminine eye, and touched her feminine heart. Had anybody said that Mrs. Bunce was in love with Phineas, the scandal would have been monstrous. And yet it was so,--after a fas.h.i.+on. And Bunce knew it,--after his fas.h.i.+on. ”Don't be such an old fool,” he said, ”crying after him because he's six foot high.” ”I ain't crying after him because he's six foot high,” whined the poor woman;--”but one does like old faces better than new, and a gentleman about one's place is pleasant.” ”Gentleman be d----d,” said Bunce. But his anger was excited, not by his wife's love for Phineas, but by the use of an objectionable word.

Bunce himself had been on very friendly terms with Phineas, and they two had had many discussions on matters of politics, Bunce taking up the cudgels always for Mr. Turnbull, and generally slipping away gradually into some account of his own martyrdom. For he had been a martyr, having failed in obtaining any redress against the policeman who had imprisoned him so wrongfully. The _People's Banner_ had fought for him manfully, and therefore there was a little disagreement between him and Phineas on the subject of that great organ of public opinion. And as Mr. Bunce thought that his lodger was very wrong to sit for Lord Brentford's borough, subjects were sometimes touched which were a little galling to Phineas.

Touching this promotion, Bunce had nothing but condolement to offer to the new junior lord. ”Oh yes,” said he, in answer to an argument from Phineas, ”I suppose there must be lords, as you call 'em; though for the matter of that I can't see as they is of any mortal use.”

”Wouldn't you have the Government carried on?”

”Government! Well; I suppose there must be government. But the less of it the better. I'm not against government;--nor yet against laws, Mr. Finn; though the less of them, too, the better. But what does these lords do in the Government? Lords indeed! I'll tell you what they do, Mr. Finn. They wotes; that's what they do! They wotes hard; black or white, white or black. Ain't that true? When you're a 'lord,' will you be able to wote against Mr. Mildmay to save your very soul?”

”If it comes to be a question of soul-saving, Mr. Bunce, I shan't save my place at the expense of my conscience.”

”Not if you knows it, you mean. But the worst of it is that a man gets so thick into the mud that he don't know whether he's dirty or clean. You'll have to wote as you're told, and of course you'll think it's right enough. Ain't you been among Parliament gents long enough to know that that's the way it goes?”

”You think no honest man can be a member of the Government?”

”I don't say that, but I think honesty's a deal easier away from 'em.

The fact is, Mr. Finn, it's all wrong with us yet, and will be till we get it nigher to the great American model. If a poor man gets into Parliament,--you'll excuse me, Mr. Finn, but I calls you a poor man.”

”Certainly,--as a member of Parliament I am a very poor man.”

”Just so,--and therefore what do you do? You goes and lays yourself out for government! I'm not saying as how you're anyways wrong. A man has to live. You has winning ways, and a good physiognomy of your own, and are as big as a life-guardsman.” Phineas as he heard this doubtful praise laughed and blushed. ”Very well; you makes your way with the big wigs, lords and earls and them like, and you gets returned for a rotten borough;--you'll excuse me, but that's about it, ain't it?--and then you goes in for government! A man may have a mission to govern, such as Was.h.i.+ngton and Cromwell and the like o' them. But when I hears of Mr. Fitzgibbon a-governing, why then I says,--d----n it all.”

”There must be good and bad you know.”

”We've got to change a deal yet, Mr. Finn, and we'll do it. When a young man as has liberal feelings gets into Parliament, he shouldn't be snapped up and brought into the governing business just because he's poor and wants a salary. They don't do it that way in the States; and they won't do it that way here long. It's the system as I hates, and not you, Mr. Finn. Well, good-bye, sir. I hope you'll like the governing business, and find it suits your health.”

These condolements from Mr. Bunce were not pleasant, but they set him thinking. He felt a.s.sured that Bunce and Quintus Slide and Mr.

Turnbull were wrong. Bunce was ignorant. Quintus Slide was dishonest.

Turnbull was greedy of popularity. For himself, he thought that as a young man he was fairly well informed. He knew that he meant to be true in his vocation. And he was quite sure that the object nearest to his heart in politics was not self-aggrandis.e.m.e.nt, but the welfare of the people in general. And yet he could not but agree with Bunce that there was something wrong. When such men as Laurence Fitzgibbon were called upon to act as governors, was it not to be expected that the ignorant but still intelligent Bunces of the population should--”d----n it all”?

On the evening of that day he went up to Mrs. Low's, very sure that he should receive some encouragement from her and from her husband.

She had been angry with him because he had put himself into a position in which money must be spent and none could be made. The Lows, especially Mrs. Low, had refused to believe that any success was within his reach. Now that he had succeeded, now that he was in receipt of a salary on which he could live and save money, he would be sure of sympathy from his old friends the Lows!

But Mrs. Low was as severe upon him as Mr. Bunce had been, and even from Mr. Low he could extract no real comfort. ”Of course I congratulate you,” said Mr. Low coldly.

”And you, Mrs. Low?”

”Well, you know, Mr. Finn, I think you have begun at the wrong end. I thought so before, and I think so still. I suppose I ought not to say so to a Lord of the Treasury, but if you ask me, what can I do?”

”Speak the truth out, of course.”