Part 46 (1/2)

Book 5 Chapter 1

”Terrible news from Birmingham,” said Mr Egerton at Brookes'. ”They have ma.s.sacred the police, beat off the military, and sacked the town. News just arrived.”

”I have known it these two hours,” said a grey-headed gentleman, speaking without taking his eyes off the newspaper. ”There is a cabinet sitting now.”

”Well I always said so,” said Mr Egerton, ”our fellows ought to have put down that Convention.”

”It is deuced lucky,” said Mr Berners, ”that the Bedchamber business is over, and we are all right. This affair in the midst of the Jamaica hitch would have been fatal to us.”

”These chartists evidently act upon a system,” said Mr Egerton. ”You see they were perfectly quiet till the National Pet.i.tion was presented and debated; and now, almost simultaneously with our refusing to consider their pet.i.tion, we have news of this outbreak.”

”I hope they will not spread,” said the grey-headed gentleman. ”There are not troops enough in the country if there be anything like a general movement. I hear they have sent the guards down by a special train, and a hundred more of the police. London is not over-garrisoned.”

”They are always ready for a riot at Birmingham,” said a Warwicks.h.i.+re peer. ”Trade is very bad there and they suffer a good deal. But I should think it would not go farther.”

”I am told,” said the grey-headed gentleman, ”that business is getting slack in all the districts.”

”It might be better,” said Mr Egerton, ”but they have got work.” Here several gentlemen entered, enquiring whether the evening papers were in and what was the news from Birmingham.

”I am told,” said one of them, ”that the police were regularly smashed.”

”Is it true that the military were really beat off?”

”Quite untrue: the fact is there were no proper preparations; the town was taken by surprise, the magistrates lost their heads; the people were masters of the place; and when the police did act, they were met by a triumphant populace, who two hours before would have fled before them.

They say they have burnt down above forty houses.”

”It is a bad thing--this beating the police,” said the grey-headed gentleman.

”But what is the present state of affairs?” enquired Mr Berners. ”Are the rioters put down?”

”Not in the least,” said Mr Egerton, ”as I hear. They are encamped in the Bull Ring amid smoking ruins, and breathe nothing but havoc.”

”Well, I voted for taking the National Pet.i.tion into consideration,”

said Mr Berners. ”It could do us no harm, and would have kept things quiet.”

”So did every fellow on our side,” said Mr Egerton, ”who was not in office or about to be. Well, Heaven knows what may come next. The Charter may some day be as popular in this club as the Reform Act.”

”The oddest thing in that debate,” said Mr Berners, ”was Egremont's move.”

”I saw Marney last night at Lady St Julians,” said Mr Egerton, ”and congratulated him on his brother's speech. He looked daggers, and grinned like a ghoul.”

”It was a very remarkable speech--that of Egremont,” said the grey-headed gentleman. ”I wonder what he wants.”

”I think he must be going to turn radical,” said the Warwicks.h.i.+re peer.

”Why the whole speech was against radicalism,” said Mr Egerton.

”Ah, then he is going to turn whig, I suppose.”