Part 21 (1/2)
”All your scheme for the property was absolute wisdom compared with this!” ”How so?”
”Where everything is so absurd one cannot decide what to ridicule.
Suppose you succeed--and it is what I by no means grant--what will you do with her? You'll give her the tastes, the accomplishments, and the habits of a lady--to marry her to your gamekeeper or your gardener.
You'll turn her brain with ten years of luxury--to make the whole of her after life a dreary servitude. You'll excite ambition, whose very least evil will be bitter disappointment; and for what? To gratify a caprice, to paint the moral of a vapid theory about Irish intelligence. No, no, Vyner, don't make such a blunder as this, and a serious blunder too; for, amongst other pleasant contingencies, Paddy MacHackaway is sure to call you to account some fine day: why you dared to do this, or omitted to do that; and with all your respect for his reasoning qualities, he sometimes expresses his sentiments with a bludgeon.”
”The thing is done, George, if you were to rail at it for a week. It is done, and cannot be undone, even if I wished it.”
”But why not? What is easier than to send for this old rascal who has so over-blarneyed you, and compromise the matter? A couple more of those crisp ten-pounders that I must say you displayed before these creatures with an unpardonable rashness--”
”Be it so,” broke in Vyner. ”But let me tell you that they saw my pocket-book full of them; they saw on the window-seat, where by chance I had left it, a purse heavy with gold, and yet these poor fellows were proof against the temptations; and it was the gaol-breaker himself who carried my knapsack on my way back, which contained, as he knew, both purse and pocket-book; so that against their honesty I'll not listen to a word.”
”Let them have all the virtues under the sun if you will; call them all Arcadians. All I ask is that we should have no dealings with them. Send off O'Rorke; let him bring this old fellow before me, and I'll answer for it that I settle the question at once.”
”No, no; my word is pledged, and I'll not break it.”
”I don't ask you to break it. What I propose is, that you should be released from a very ill-judged contract, certain to turn out ill to all it includes. Let me at least try if what I suggest is not practicable.”
”If the negotiation were to be carried on with men of your own rank and condition, Grenfell, there is not any one to whom I would with, more confidence confide it; but forgive me if I say that you're not the man to deal with these people.”
”Why not?”
”For a number of reasons. First of all, you are strongly prejudiced against them; you are disposed to regard them as something little better than savages----”
”Pardon me, there you are wrong--as not one whit better.”
”That's enough, then; you shall be no envoy to them from me.”
”Well, I'll knock under; I'll agree to your high estimate of them, intellectually and morally, only with that detractive element of poverty which makes even clever men submissive, and occasionally squeezes conscience into a compromise. You tell me they are very amenable to reason; let me see if I agree with you. You a.s.sure me that with all their seeming impulsiveness and headlong rashness they are eminently calculating and forecasting. I want to see this. Bethink you what a grand witness I shall be to the truth of your theory when I am converted. Come, consent to send for this old fellow; make any pretext you please for seeing him, so that I may have a quarter of an hour's talk with him.”
”To what end? You could scarcely address to him the arguments you have just used to me----”
”Leave that to my discretion. I suspect, Vyner--mind, it is mere suspicion--but I suspect that your Celtic friend will be far more practical and business-like in his dealings with me than with you; that his shrewdness will show him that I am a common-place man of the world, not caring, nor indeed believing, in any great regeneration for Ireland, and that all our intercourse must take the shape of a bargain.”
”I consent,” said Vyner; ”but, I own, less from choice than necessity, for time presses, and I find by a note I have just received that M'Kinlay, my man of business, has arrived at Westport, and whatever we decide on must be done at once.”
”If I'm not very much mistaken, Vyner, my negotiation will not take ten minutes, and perhaps as many pounds, so that you may order whatever it be that is to carry us hence, and I'll guarantee to be ready.”
While Vyner hastened to give the necessary orders, Grenfell opened his writing-desk, from which he took some bank-notes and gold, and thrust them together in his pocket.
CHAPTER XIV. A DISCUSSION
”When that old man comes,” said Grenfell--”Malone, I think, is the name--let him come in here. I want to speak to him.”
”He's outside now, before the door,” said O'Rorke, whose prying looks showed how eager he felt to know what might be the subject of their conversation.
”Does he hold any land in this neighbourhood?”
”He's like the rest,” replied the other, half sullenly; ”he lives where he can, and how he can.”