Part 48 (1/2)
Mr. O'Mahony had undoubtedly made himself an a.s.s again on this second, third, and perhaps tenth occasion. This was not the a.s.s he had made himself on the occasion to which Lord Castlewell had referred. But yet he was a thoroughly honest, patriotic man, desirous only of the good of his country, and wis.h.i.+ng for nothing for himself.
Is it not possible that as much may be said for others, who from day to day so violently excite our spleen, as to make us feel that special Irishmen selected for special const.i.tuencies are not worthy to be ranked with men? You shall take the whole House of Commons, indifferent as to the side on which they sit,--some six hundred and thirty out of the number,--and will find in conversation that the nature of the animal, the absurdity, the selfishness, the absence of all good qualifies, are taken for granted as matters admitting of no dispute. But here was Mr. O'Mahony, as hot a Home-Ruler and Landleaguer as any of them, who was undoubtedly a gentleman,--though an American gentleman. Can it be possible that we are wrong in our opinions respecting the others of the set?
Rachel heard it all the next day, and, living as she did among Italians and French, and theatrical Americans, and English swells, could not endeavour to make the apology which I have just made for the Irish Brigade generally. She knew that her father had made an a.s.s of himself. All the asinine proportions of the affair had been so explained to her as to leave no doubt on her mind as to the matter.
But the more she was sure of it, the more resolved she became that Lord Castlewell should not call her father an a.s.s. She might do so,--and undoubtedly would after her own fas.h.i.+on,--but no such privilege should be allowed to him.
”Oh! father, father,” she said to him the next morning, ”don't you think you've made a goose of yourself?”
”Yes, I do.”
”Then, don't do it any more.”
”Yes, I shall. It isn't so very easy for a man not to make a goose of himself in that place. You've got to sit by and do nothing for a year or two. It is very difficult. A man cannot afford to waste his time in that manner. There is all Ireland to be regenerated, and I have to learn the exact words which the prudery of the House of Commons will admit. Of course I have made a goose of myself; but the question is whether I did not make a knave of myself in apologising for language which was undoubtedly true. Only think that a man so brutal, so entirely without feelings, without generosity, without any touch of sentiment, should be empowered by the Queen of England to lock up, not only every Irishman, but every American also, and to keep them there just as long as he pleases! And he revels in it. I do believe that he never eats a good breakfast unless half-a-dozen new 'suspects' are reported by the early police in the morning; and I am not to call such a man a 'disreputable jailer.' I may call him a 'distasteful warder.' It's a disgrace to a man to sit in such a House and in such company. Of course I was a goose, but I was only a goose according to the practices of that special duck-pond.” Mr. O'Mahony, as he said this, walked about angrily, with his hands in his breeches' pockets, and told himself that no honest man could draw the breath of life comfortably except in New York.
”I don't know much about it, father,” said Rachel, ”but I think you'd better cut and run. Your twenty men will never do any good here.
Everybody hates them who has got any money, and their only friends are just men as Mr. Pat Carroll, of Ballintubber.”
Then, later in the day, Lord Castlewell called to drive his bride in the Park. He had so far overcome family objections as to have induced his sister, Lady Augusta Montmorency, to accompany him. Lady Augusta had been already introduced to Rachel, but had not been much prepossessed. Lady Augusta was very proud of her family, was a religious woman, and was anything but contented with her brother's manner of life. But it was no doubt better that he should marry Rachel than not be married at all; and therefore Lady Augusta had allowed herself to be brought to accompany the singing girl upon this occasion. She was, in truth, an uncommonly good young woman; not beautiful, not clever, but most truly anxious for the welfare of her brother. It had been represented to her that her brother was over head and ears in love with the young lady, and looking at the matter all round, she had thought it best to move a little from her dignity so as to take her sister-in-law coldly by the hand. It need hardly be said that Rachel did not like being taken coldly by the hand, and, with her general hot mode of expression, would have declared that she hated Augusta Montmorency. Now, the two entered the room together, and Rachel kissed Lady Augusta, while she gave only her hand to Lord Castlewell. But there was something in her manner on such occasions which was intended to show affection,--and did show it very plainly.
In old days she could decline to kiss Frank in a manner that would set Frank all on fire. It was as much as to say--of course you've a right to it, but on this occasion I don't mean to give it to you. But Lord Castlewell was not imaginative, and did not think of all this.
Rachel had intended him to think of it.
”Oh, my goodness!” began the lord, ”what a mess your father did make of it last night.” And he frowned as he spoke.
Rachel, as an intended bride--about to be a bride in two or three months--did not like to be frowned at by the man who was to marry her. ”That's as people may think, my lord,” she said.
”You don't mean to say that you don't think he did make a mess of it?”
”Of course he abused that horrid man. Everybody is abusing him.”
”As for that, I'm not going to defend the man.” For Lord Castlewell, though by no means a strong politician, was a Tory, and unfortunately found himself agreeing with Rachel in abusing the members of the Government.
”Then why do you say that father made a mess of it?”
”Everybody is talking about it. He has made himself ridiculous before the whole town.”
”What! Lord Castlewell,” exclaimed Rachel.
”I do believe your father is the best fellow going; but he ought not to touch politics. He made a great mistake in getting into the House.
It is a source of misery to everyone connected with him.”
”Or about to be connected with him,” said Lady Augusta, who had not been appeased by the flavour of Rachel's kiss.
”There's time enough to think about it yet,” said Rachel.
”No, there's not,” said Lord Castlewell, who intended to express in rather a gallant manner his intention of going on with the marriage.
”But I can a.s.sure you there is,” said Rachel, ”ample time. There shall be no time for going on with it, if my father is to be abused.
As it happens, you don't agree with my father in politics. I, as a woman, should have to call myself as belonging to your party, if we be ever married. I do not know what that party is, and care very little, as I am not a politician myself. And I suppose if we were married, you would take upon yourself to abuse my father for his politics, as he might abuse you. But while he is my father, and you are not my husband, I will not bear it. No, thank you, Lady Augusta, I will not drive out to-day. 'Them's my sentiments,' as people say; and perhaps your brother had better think them over while there's time enough.” So saying, she did pertinaciously refuse to be driven by the n.o.ble lord on that occasion.
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