The Palliser Novels (491 page)

On the following day the clubs were all alive with rumours as to the coming debate. It was known that a strong party had been formed under the auspices of Sir Orlando, and that with him Sir Timothy and other politicians were in close council. It was of course necessary that they should impart to many the secrets of their conclave, so that it was known early in the afternoon that it was the intention of the Opposition not to discuss the Bill, but to move that it be read a second time that day six months. The Ministry had hardly expected this, as the Bill was undoubtedly popular both in the House and the country; and if the Opposition should be beaten in such a course, that defeat would tend greatly to strengthen the hands of the Government. But if the foe could succeed in carrying a positive veto on the second reading, it would under all the circumstances be tantamount to a vote of want of confidence. “I’m afraid they know almost more than we do as to the feeling of members,” said Mr. Roby to Mr. Rattler.

“There isn’t a man in the House whose feeling in the matter I don’t know,” said Rattler, “but I’m not quite so sure of their principles. On our own side, in our old party, there are a score of men who detest the Duke, though they would fain be true to the Government. They have voted with him through thick and thin, and he has not spoken a word to one of them since he became Prime Minister. What are you to do with such a man? How are you to act with him?”

“Lupton wrote to him the other day about something,” answered the other, “I forget what, and he got a note back from Warburton as cold as ice, — an absolute slap in the face. Fancy treating a man like Lupton in that way, — one of the most popular men in the House, related to half the peerage, and a man who thinks so much of himself! I shouldn’t wonder if he were to vote against us; — I shouldn’t indeed.”

“It has all been the old Duke’s doing,” said Rattler, “and no doubt it was intended for the best; but the thing has been a failure from the beginning to the end. I knew it would be so. I don’t think there has been a single man who has understood what a Ministerial Coalition really means except you and I. From the very beginning all your men were averse to it in spirit.”

“Look how they were treated!” said Mr. Roby. “Was it likely that they should be very staunch when Mr. Monk became Leader of the House?”

There was a Cabinet Council that day which lasted but a few minutes, and it may easily be presumed that the Ministers decided that they would all resign at once if Sir Orlando should carry his amendment. It is not unlikely that they were agreed to do the same if he should nearly carry it, — leaving probably the Prime Minister to judge what narrow majority would constitute nearness. On this occasion all the gentlemen assembled were jocund in their manner, and apparently well satisfied, — as though they saw before them an end to all their troubles. The Spartan boy did not even make a grimace when the wolf bit him beneath his frock, and these were all Spartan boys. Even the Prime Minister, who had fortified himself for the occasion, and who never wept in any company but that of his wife and his old friend, was pleasant in his manner and almost affable. “We shan’t make this step towards the millennium just at present,” he said to Phineas Finn as they left the room together, — referring to words which Phineas had spoken on a former occasion, and which then had not been very well taken.

“But we shall have made a step towards the step,” said Phineas, “and in getting to a millennium even that is something.”

“I suppose we are all too anxious,” said the Duke, “to see some great effects come from our own little doings. Good-day. We shall know all about it tolerably early. Monk seems to think that it will be an attack on the Ministry and not on the Bill, and that it will be best to get a vote with as little delay as possible.”

“I’ll bet an even five-pound note,” said Mr. Lupton at the Carlton, “that the present Ministry is out to-morrow, and another that no one names five members of the next Cabinet.”

“You can help to win your first bet,” said Mr. Beauchamp, a very old member, who, like many other Conservatives, had supported the Coalition.

“I shall not do that,” said Lupton, “though I think I ought. I won’t vote against the man in his misfortunes, though, upon my soul, I don’t love him very dearly. I shall vote neither way, but I hope that Sir Orlando may succeed.”

“If he do, who is to come in?” said the other. “I suppose you don’t want to serve under Sir Orlando?”

“Nor certainly under the Duke of Omnium. We shall not want a Prime Minister as long as there are as good fish in the sea as have been caught out of it.”

There had lately been formed a new Liberal club, established on a broader basis than the Progress, and perhaps with a greater amount of aristocratic support. This had come up since the Duke had been Prime Minister. Certain busy men had never been quite contented with the existing state of things, and had thought that the Liberal party, with such assistance as such a club could give it, would be strong enough to rule alone. That the great Liberal party should be impeded in its work and its triumph by such men as Sir Orlando Drought and Sir Timothy Beeswax was odious to the club. All the Pallisers had, from time immemorial, run straight as Liberals, and therefore the club had been unwilling to oppose the Duke personally, though he was the chief of the Coalition. And certain members of the Government, Phineas Finn, for instance, Barrington Erle, and Mr. Rattler were on the committee of the club. But the club, as a club, was not averse to a discontinuance of the present state of things. Mr. Gresham might again become Prime Minister, if he would condescend so far, or Mr. Monk. It might be possible that the great Liberal triumph contemplated by the club might not be achieved by the present House; — but the present House must go shortly, and then, with that assistance from a well-organised club, which had lately been so terribly wanting, — the lack of which had made the Coalition necessary, — no doubt the British constituencies would do their duty, and a Liberal Prime Minister, pure and simple, might reign, — almost for ever. With this great future before it, the club was very lukewarm in its support of the present Bill. “I shall go down and vote for them of course,” said Mr. O’Mahony, “just for the look of the thing.” In saying this Mr. O’Mahony expressed the feeling of the club, and the feeling of the Liberal party generally. There was something due to the Duke, but not enough to make it incumbent on his friends to maintain him in his position as Prime Minister.

It was a great day for Sir Orlando. At half-past four the House was full, — not from any desire to hear Sir Orlando’s arguments against the Bill, but because it was felt that a good deal of personal interest would be attached to the debate. If one were asked in these days what gift should a Prime Minister ask first from the fairies, one would name the power of attracting personal friends. Eloquence, if it be too easy, may become almost a curse. Patriotism is suspected, and sometimes sinks almost to pedantry. A Jove-born intellect is hardly wanted, and clashes with the inferiorities. Industry is exacting. Honesty is unpractical. Truth is easily offended. Dignity will not bend. But the man who can be all things to all men, who has ever a kind word to speak, a pleasant joke to crack, who can forgive all sins, who is ever prepared for friend or foe but never very bitter to the latter, who forgets not men’s names, and is always ready with little words, — he is the man who will be supported at a crisis such as this that was now in the course of passing. It is for him that men will struggle, and talk, and, if needs be, fight, as though the very existence of the country depended on his political security. The present man would receive no such defence; — but still the violent deposition of a Prime Minister is always a memorable occasion.

Sir Orlando made his speech, and, as had been anticipated, it had very little to do with the Bill, and was almost exclusively an attack upon his late chief. He thought, he said, that this was an occasion on which they had better come to a direct issue with as little delay as possible. If he rightly read the feeling of the House, no Bill of this magnitude coming from the present Ministry would be likely to be passed in an efficient condition. The Duke had frittered away his support in that House, and as a Minister had lost that confidence which a majority of the House had once been willing to place in him. We need not follow Sir Orlando through his speech. He alluded to his own services, and declared that he was obliged to withdraw them because the Duke would not trust him with the management of his own office. He had reason to believe that other gentlemen who had attached themselves to the Duke’s Ministry had found themselves equally crippled by this passion for autocratic rule. Hereupon a loud chorus of disapprobation came from the Treasury bench, which was fully answered by opposing noises from the other side of the House. Sir Orlando declared that he need only point to the fact that the Ministry had been already shivered by the secession of various gentlemen. “Only two,” said a voice. Sir Orlando was turning round to contradict the voice when he was greeted by another. “And those the weakest,” said the other voice, which was indubitably that of Larry Fitzgibbon. “I will not speak of myself,” said Sir Orlando pompously; “but I am authorised to tell the House that the noble lord who is now Secretary of State for the Colonies only holds his office till this crisis shall have passed.”

After that there was some sparring of a very bitter kind between Sir Timothy and Phineas Finn, till at last it seemed that the debate was to degenerate into a war of man against man. Phineas, and Erle, and Laurence Fitzgibbon allowed themselves to be lashed into anger, and, as far as words went, had the best of it. But of what use could it be? Every man there had come into the House prepared to vote for or against the Duke of Omnium, — or resolved, like Mr. Lupton, not to vote at all; and it was hardly on the cards that a single vote should be turned this way or that by any violence of speaking. “Let it pass,” said Mr. Monk in a whisper to Phineas. “The fire is not worth the fuel.”

“I know the Duke’s faults,” said Phineas; “but these men know nothing of his virtues, and when I hear them abuse him I cannot stand it.”

Early in the night, — before twelve o’clock, — the House divided, and even at the moment of the division no one quite knew how it would go. There would be many who would of course vote against the amendment as being simply desirous of recording their opinion in favour of the Bill generally. And there were some who thought that Sir Orlando and his followers had been too forward, and too confident of their own standing in the House, in trying so violent a mode of opposition. It would have been better, these men thought, to have insured success by a gradual and persistent opposition to the Bill itself. But they hardly knew how thoroughly men may be alienated by silence and a cold demeanour. Sir Orlando on the division was beaten, but was beaten only by nine. “He can’t go on with his Bill,” said Rattler in one of the lobbies of the House. “I defy him. The House wouldn’t stand it, you know.” “No minister,” said Roby, “could carry a measure like that with a majority of nine on a vote of confidence!” The House was of course adjourned, and Mr. Monk went at once to Carlton Terrace.

“I wish it had only been three or four,” said the Duke, laughing.

“Why so?”

“Because there would have been less doubt.”

“Is there any at present?”

“Less possibility for doubt, I will say. You would not wish to make the attempt with such a majority?”

“I could not do it, Duke!”

“I quite agree with you. But there will be those who will say that the attempt might be made, — who will accuse us of being faint-hearted because we do not make it.”

“They will be men who understand nothing of the temper of the House.”

“Very likely. But still, I wish the majority had only been two or three. There is little more to be said, I suppose.”

“Very little, your Grace.”

“We had better meet to-morrow at two, and, if possible, I will see her Majesty in the afternoon. Good night, Mr. Monk.”

“Good night, Duke.”

“My reign is ended. You are a good deal an older man than I, and yet probably yours has yet to begin.” Mr. Monk smiled and shook his head as he left the room, not trusting himself to discuss so large a subject at so late an hour of the night.

Without waiting a moment after his colleague’s departure, the Prime Minister, — for he was still Prime Minister, — went into his wife’s room, knowing that she was waiting up till she should hear the result of the division, and there he found Mrs. Finn with her. “Is it over?” asked the Duchess.

“Yes; — there has been a division. Mr. Monk has just been with me.”

“Well!”

“We have beaten them, of course, as we always do,” said the Duke, attempting to be pleasant. “You didn’t suppose there was anything to fear? Your husband has always bid you keep up your courage; — has he not, Mrs. Finn?”

“My husband has lost his senses, I think,” she said. “He has taken to such storming and raving about his political enemies that I hardly dare to open my mouth.”

“Tell me what has been done, Plantagenet,” ejaculated the Duchess.

“Don’t you be as unreasonable as Mrs. Finn, Cora. The House has voted against Sir Orlando’s amendment by a majority of nine.”

“Only nine!”

“And I shall cease to be Prime Minister to-morrow.”

“You don’t mean to say that it’s settled?”

“Quite settled. The play has been played, and the curtain has fallen, and the lights are being put out, and the poor weary actors may go home to bed.”

“But on such an amendment surely any majority would have done.”

“No, my dear. I will not name a number, but nine certainly would not do.”

“And it is all over?”

“My Ministry is all over, if you mean that.”

“Then everything is over for me. I shall settle down in the country and build cottages, and mix draughts. You, Marie, will still be going up the tree. If Mr. Finn manages well he may come to be Prime Minister some day.”

“He has hardly such ambition, Lady Glen.”

“The ambition will come fast enough; — will it not, Plantagenet? Let him once begin to dream of it as possible, and the desire will soon be strong enough. How should you feel if it were so?”