Sir Brook Fossbrooke, Volume I.. Lever Charles James

Sir Brook Fossbrooke, Volume I. - Lever Charles James


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his father, but which time and endurance might not impossibly diminish the bitterness of, though with very little hope of leading to a more amicable relation. She would assume, besides, occasionally a kind of companionship in sorrow, and, as though the confession had burst from her unawares, avow that Sir William’s temper was more than human nature was called upon to submit to, and that years only added to those violent outbursts of passion which made the existence of all around him a perpetual martyrdom. These always wound up with some sweet congratulations on “Tom’s good fortune in his life of peaceful retirement,” and the “tranquil pleasures of that charming spot of which every one tells me such wonders, and which the hope of visiting is one of my most entrancing daydreams.” We give the passage textually, because it occurred without a change of a word thus in no less than five different letters.

      This formal repetition of a phrase, and certain mistakes she made about the names of his children, first opened Lendrick’s eyes as to the sincerity and affection of his correspondent, for he was the least suspicious of men, and regarded distrust as a disgrace to him who entertained it.

      Over all these things now did he ponder during this long dreary day. He did not like to go out lest he should meet old acquaintances and be interrogated about his father, of whom he knew less than almost every one. He shunned the tone of compassionate interest men met him with, and he dreaded even the old faces that reminded him of the past. He could not read: he tried, but could not. After a few minutes he found that his thoughts wandered off from the book and centred on his own concerns, till his head ached with the weary round of those difficulties which came ever back, and back, and back again undiminished, unrelieved, and unsolved. The embarrassments of life are not, like chess problems, to be resolved by a skilful combination: they are to be encountered by temper, by patience, by daring at one time, by submission at another, by a careful consideration of a man’s own powers, and by a clear-sighted estimate of his neighbors; and all these exercised not beforehand, nor in retirement, but on the very field itself where the conflict is raging and the fight at its hottest.

      It was late at night when Beattie returned home, and entered the study where Lendrick sat awaiting him. “I am very late, Tom,” said he, as he threw himself into an arm-chair, like one fatigued and exhausted; “but it was impossible to get away. Never in all my life have I seen him so full of anecdote, so abounding in pleasant recollections, so ready-witted, and so brilliant. I declare to you that if I could but recite the things he said, or give them even with a faint semblance of the way he told them, it would be the most amusing page of bygone Irish history. It was a grand review of all the celebrated men whom he remembered in his youth, from the eccentric Lord Bristol, the Bishop of Down, to O’Connell and Shiel. Nor did his own self-estimate, high as it was, make the picture in which he figured less striking, nor less memorable his concluding words, as he said, ‘These fellows are all in history, Beattie, – every man of them. There are statues to them in our highways, and men visit the spots that gave them birth; and here am I, second to none of them. Trinity College and the Four Courts will tell you if I speak in vanity; and here am I; and the only question about me is, when I intend to vacate the bench, when it will be my good pleasure to resign – they are not particular which – my judgeship or my life. But, sir, I mean not to do either; I mean to live and protest against the inferiority of the men around me, and the ingratitude of the country that does not know how to appreciate the one man of eminence it possesses.’ I assure you, Tom, vain and insolent as the speech was, as I listened I thought it was neither. There was a haughty dignity about him, to which his noble bead and his deep sonorous voice and his commanding look lent effect that overcame all thought of attributing to such a man any over-estimate of his powers.”

      “And this note that he wished to show you, – what was it?”

      “Oh, the note was a few lines written in an adjoining room by Balfour, the Viceroy’s secretary. It seems that his Excellency, finding all other seductions fail, thought of approaching your father through you.”

      “Through me! It was a bright inspiration.”

      “Yes; he sent Balfour to ask if the Chief Baron would feel gratified by the post of Hospital Inspector at the Cape being offered to you. It is worth eight hundred a year, and a house.”

      “Well, what answer did he give?” asked Lendrick, eagerly.

      “He directed Balfour, who only saw Lady Lendrick, to reduce the proposal to writing. I don’t fancy that the accomplished young gentleman exactly liked the task, but he did not care to refuse, and so he sat down and wrote one of the worst notes I ever read.”

      “Worst – in what way?”

      “In every way. It was scarcely intelligible, without a previous knowledge of its contents, and so worded as to imply that when the Chief Baron had acceded to the proposal, he had so bound himself in gratitude to the Government that all honorable retreat was closed to him. I wish you saw your father’s face when he read it. ‘Beattie,’ said he, ‘I have no right to say Tom must refuse this offer; but if he should do so, I will make the document you see there be read in the House, and my name is not William Lendrick if it do not cost them more than they are prepared for. Go now and consult your friend;’ it was so he called you. ‘If his wants are such that this place is of consequence to him, let him accept it. I shall not ask his reasons for whatever course he may take. My reply is already written, and to his Excellency in person.’ This he said in a way to imply that its tone was one not remarkable for conciliation or courtesy.

      “I thought the opportunity a favorable one to say that you were in town at the moment, that the accounts of his illness had brought you up, and that you were staying at my house.

      “‘The sooner will you be able to communicate with him, sir,’ said he, haughtily.”

      “No more than that!”

      “No more, except that he added, ‘Remember, sir, his acceptance or his refusal is to be his own act, not to be intimated in any way to me, nor to come through me.’”

      “This is unnecessary harshness,” said Lendrick, with a quivering lip; “there was no need to tell me how estranged we are from each other.”

      “I fancied I could detect a struggle with himself in all his sternness; and his hand trembled when I took it to say ‘good-bye.’ I was going to ask if you might not be permitted to see him, even for a brief moment; but I was afraid, lest in refusing he might make a reconciliation still more remote, and so I merely said, ‘May I leave you those miniatures I showed you a few days ago? ‘His answer was, ‘You may leave them, sir.’

      “As I came down to the hall, I met Lady Lendrick. She was in evening dress, going out, but had evidently waited to Catch me as I passed.

      “‘You find the Chief much better, don’t you?’ asked she. I bowed and assented.. ‘And he will be better still,’ added she, ‘when all these anxieties are over.’ She saw that I did not or would not apprehend her meaning, and added, ‘I mean about this resignation, which, of course, you will advise him to. The Government are really behaving so very well, so liberal, and withal so delicate. If they had been our own people, I doubt if they would have shown anything like the same generosity.’

      “‘I have heard of nothing but the offer to Dr. Lendrick,’ said I.

      “She seemed confused, and moved on; and then recovering herself, said, ‘And a most handsome offer it is. I hope he thinks so.’

      “With this we parted, and I believe now I have told you almost word for word everything that occurred concerning you.”

      “And what do you say to all this, Beattie?” asked Lendrick, in a half-sad tone.

      “I say that if in your place, Tom, I would accept. It may be that the Chief Baron will interpose and say, Don’t go; or it may be that your readiness to work for your bread should conciliate him; he has long had the impression that you are indisposed to exertion, and too fond of your own ease.”

      “I know it, – I know it; Lady Lendrick has intimated as much to me.”

      “At all events, you can make no mistake in entertaining the project; and certainly the offer is not to be despised.”

      “It


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