Part 14 (1/2)
Betty went in with Senator Burleigh, and they examined the menu together.
”By Jove,” he said, ”it's even more gorgeous than usual. And did you ever see so many flowers outside of a conservatory?”
The room was a bower of violets and lilies of the valley. The mantelpiece was obliterated, the table looked like a garden, and great bunches of the flowers swung from the ceiling. As what could be seen of the room was green and gold, the effect was very beautiful. The lights were pink, and in this room Mrs. Fonda defied Time and looked so wholly attractive that it was not difficult to fancy her the cause of another war, albeit not its Helen.
But much to Betty's disappointment the conversation, which was always general when that radiant hostess presided, soon wandered from the suffering Cuban and fixed itself interminably about a certain measure which had been agitating Congress for the last four years. It was a measure which demanded an immense appropriation, and so far Senator North had kept it from pa.s.sing the upper chamber; it was generally understood that it would fare still worse at the hands of the Speaker, did it ever reach the House. These two intractable gentlemen had evidently not been bidden to the feast; but three of the Senators, Betty suddenly observed, were members of the Select Committee for the measure under discussion.
Five courses had come and gone, and still the conversation raged along a tiresome bill that happened to be Betty's pet abomination, the only subject discussed in the Senate that bored her. Mrs. Fonda, in the brightest, most impersonal way, defended the unpopular measure, pointing out the immense advantage the country at large must derive from the success of the bill, and, while appealing to the statesmen gathered at her board to set her right when she made mistakes,--she couldn't be expected to keep up with every bill while her head was full of Cuba,--a.s.sailed the weak points in those statesmen's arguments.
”I'm bored to death,” muttered Betty, finally. ”I wish I hadn't come.
You won't talk to me and I can't eat any more.”
Burleigh turned to her at once. ”I've merely been watching her game,”
he whispered. ”Now, I'm nearly sure.”
”What?” asked Betty, interested at once.
”She has given a dinner a week this winter, and there is a rumour that she is spending the money of the syndicate interested in this much desired appropriation. Heretofore, when I have been here, at least, although she has always graciously permitted the subject to come up and has delivered herself of a few trenchant and memorable remarks, this is the first time she has deliberately made it run through an entire dinner; every attempt to turn the conversation has been a sham. She's in the ring for votes, there's no further doubt in my mind on that subject; and she's getting desperate, as it is so near the end of the session.”
”Then she is a lobbyist,” said Betty, in a tone of deep disgust, and pus.h.i.+ng away her plate.
”'s.h.!.+ She is too clever to have got herself called that. She has very successfully made the world believe that the great game alone interests her; there never has been a more subtle woman in Was.h.i.+ngton. During the last two years there has been one of those vague rumours going about that she has lost heavily through certain investments; but one hasn't much time for gossip in Was.h.i.+ngton, and it is only lately that this other rumour has been in the wind. How long she has been doing this sort of thing, of course no one knows.”
”But do you mean to say these other men don't see through her?”
”More than one does, no doubt. If he is against the bill he will be amused, as I am, and probably decline her invitations in the future. If he is for it--and there is a good deal to be said in favour of the bill, only we cannot afford the appropriation at present--he will make her think, as a reward for her excellent dinner, that she has secured his vote. Others may be influenced by having it thrashed out in these luxurious surroundings, so different from the chill simplicity of legislative halls. Those that she may be able to get in love with her, of course will believe nothing that is said of her, and when she travels from the Committees to the more or less indifferent members of both chambers, and gets to work on the nonent.i.ties whose convictions can always be readjusted by a clever and pretty woman,--and whose vote is as good as North's or Ward's,--you see just how much she can accomplish.”
”And if I have my _salon_, shall I come under suspicion of being a high-cla.s.s lobbyist?”
”There is not the slightest danger if you are careful to have only first-rate men, and avoid the temptation to make a pet of any bill.
Besides, as I have told you, your position peculiarly fits you for having a _salon_. No one could question your motive in the beginning, and your tact would protect you always. Don't give up the idea, for its success would mean not only the best political society in the country, but a famous _salon_ would tend to draw art and literature to Was.h.i.+ngton. And you are just the one woman who could make it famous; and we'd all help you. North would be sure to, his ambition for Was.h.i.+ngton is so great. He won't put his foot in this house. I never heard him discuss her, but I am convinced that he has seen through her for a long while.”
The next day Betty left a card on Mrs. Fonda and struck her from her list; but she carefully secluded her discovery from Mrs. Madison.
XX
Senator North, until the last six days of the session, came twice a week to see her. She played for him, and they talked on many subjects, in which they discovered a common interest, usually avoiding politics, of which he might reasonably be supposed to have enough on Capitol Hill. He told her a good deal about himself, of his early determination to go into public life, the interest that several distinguished men in his State had taken in him, and of the influence they had had on his mind.
”They were almost demi-G.o.ds to my youthful enthusiasm,” he said, ”and doubtless I exaggerated their virtues, estimable as is the record they have left. But the ideals this conception of them set up in my mind I have clung to as closely as I could, and whatever the trials of public life--I will tell you more about them some day--the rewards are great enough if no one can question your sense of public duty, if no accusation of private interest or ign.o.ble motive has ever been able to stand on its feet after the usual nine days' babble.”
”Would you sacrifice yourself absolutely to your country?” asked Betty, who kept him to the subject of himself as long as she could.
He laughed. ”That is not a fair question to ask any man, for an affirmative makes a prig of him and a negative a mere politician. I will therefore generalize freely and tell you that a man who believes himself to be a statesman considers the nation first, as a matter of course. Howard, for instance, nearly killed himself at the end of last session over a measure which was of great national importance. He should have been in his bed, and he worked day and night. But although it was touch and go with him afterward, it was no more than he should have done, for almost everything depends on the Chairman of a Committee; and as Howard is a man of enormous personal influence and knows more about the subject than any man in Congress, he dared not resign in favour of any one. And yet he is accused of being hand-in-glove with one of the greatest moneyed interests in the country.”
”Is he?” asked Betty, pointedly.