The Knight Of Gwynne, Vol. 1. Lever Charles James
“his order.”
“You never did the thing better in your life, my Lord,” said Con, as the door closed upon the last departing guest. “You hit off Jack Massy to perfection; and as for Watson, though he said nothing at the time, I ‘ll wager my roan cob against Deane Moore’s hackney – long odds, I fancy – that you find him at the Treasury to-morrow morning, with a sly request for five minutes’ private conversation.”
“I’m of your mind, Heffernan. I saw that he took the bait, – indeed, to do the gentlemen justice, they are all open to conviction.”
“You surely cannot blame them,” said Con, “if they take a more conciliating view of your Lordship’s opinions when assisted by such claret as this: this is old ‘72, if I mistake not.”
“They sold it to me as such; but I own to you I ‘m the poorest connoisseur in the world as regards wine. Some one remarked this evening that the ‘95 was richer in bouquet.”
“It was Edward Harvey, my Lord. I heard him; but that was the year he got his baronetcy, and he thinks the sun never shone so brightly before; his father was selling Balbriggan stockings when this grape was ripening, and now, the son has more than one foot on the steps of the peerage.” This was said with a short, quick glance beneath the eyelids, and evidently more as a feeler than with any strong conviction of its accuracy.
“No Government can afford to neglect its supporters, and the acknowledgments must be proportioned to the sacrifices, as well as to the abilities of the individuals who second it.”
“By Jove! if these gentlemen are in the market,” said Forester, who broke silence for the first time, “I don’t wonder at their price being a high one; in consenting to the ‘Union,’ they are virtually voting their own annihilation.”
“By no means,” said the Secretary, calmly; “the field open to their ambition is imperial, and not provincial; the English Parliament will form an arena for the display of ability as wide surely as this of Dublin. Men of note and capacity will not be less rewarded: the losers will be the small talkers, county squires of noisy politics, and crafty lawyers of no principles; they will, perhaps, be obliged to remain at home and look after their own affairs; but will the country be the worse for that, while the advantages to trade and commerce are inconceivable?”
“I agree with you there,” said Con; “we are likely to increase our exports, by sending every clever fellow out of the country.”
“Why not, if the market be a better one?”
“Would n’t you spare us a few luxuries for home consumption?” said Con, as he smacked his lips and looked at his glass through the candle.
His Lordship paid no attention to the remark, but, taking a small tablet from his waistcoat-pocket, seemed to study its contents. “Are we certain of Cuffe; is he pledged to us, Heffernan?”
“Yes, my Lord, he has no help for it; we are sure of him; he owes the Crown eleven thousand pounds, and says the only ambition he possesses is to make the debt twelve, and never pay it.”
“What of that canting fellow from the North, – New-land?”
“He accepts your terms conditionally, my Lord,” said Con, with a sly roll of his eye. “If the arguments are equal to your liberality, he will vote for you; but as yet he does not see the advantages of a Union.”
“Not see them!” said Lord Castlereagh, with a look of irony; “why did you not let him look at them from your own windows, Heffernan? The view is enchanting for the Barrack Department.”
“The poor man is short-sighted,” said Con, with a sigh, “and never could stretch his vision beyond the Custom House.”
“Be it so, in the devil’s name; a commissioner more or less shall never, stop us!”
“What a set of rascals,” muttered Forester between his teeth, as he tossed off a bumper to swallow his indignation.
“Well, Forester, what of your mission? Have you heard from your friend Darcy?”
“Yes; I have his note here. He cannot come over just now, but he has given me an introduction to his father, and pledges himself I shall be well received.”
“What Darcy is that?” said Heffernan.
“The Knight of Gwynne,” said his Lordship; “do you know him?”
“I believe, my Lord, there is not a gentleman in Ireland who could not say yes to that question; while west of the Shannon, Maurice Darcy is a name to swear by.”
“We want such a man much,” said the Secretary, in a low, distinct utterance; “some well-known leader of public opinion is of great value just now. How does he vote usually? I don’t see his name in the divisions.”
“Oh, he rarely comes up to town, never liked Parliament; but when he did attend the House, he usually sat with the Opposition, but, without linking himself to party, spoke and voted independently, and, strange to say, made considerable impression by conduct which in any other man would have proved an utter failure.”
“Did he speak well, then?”
“For the first five minutes you could think of nothing but his look and appearance; he was the handsomest man in the House, a little too particular, perhaps, in dress, but never finical; as he went on, however, the easy fluency of his language, the grace and elegance of his style, and the frank openness of his statements, carried his hearers with him; and many who were guarded enough against the practised power of the great speakers were entrapped by the unstudied, manly tone of the Knight of Gwynne. You say truly, he would be a great card in your hands at this time.”
“We must have him at his own price, if he has one. Is he rich?”
“He has an immense estate, but, as I hear, greatly encumbered; but don’t think of money with him, that will never do.”
“What’s the bait, then? Does he care for rank? Has he any children grown up?”
“One son and one daughter are all his family; and as for title, I don’t think that he ‘d exchange that of Knight of Gwynne for a Dukedom. His son is a lieutenant in the Guards.”
“Yes; and the best fellow in the regiment,” broke in Forester. “In every quality of a high-spirited gentleman, Lionel Darcy has no superior.”
“The better deserving of rapid promotion,” said his Lordship, smiling significantly.
“I should be sorry to offer it to him at the expense of his father’s principles,” said Forester.
“Very little fear of your having to do so,” said Heffernan, quickly; “the Knight would be no easy purchase.”
“You must see him, however, Dick.” said the Secretary; “there is no reason why he should not be with us on grounds of conviction. He is a man of enlightened and liberal mind, and surely will not think the worse of a measure because its advocates are in a position to serve his son’s interests.”
“If that topic be kept very studiously out of sight, it were all the more prudent,” said Con, dryly.
“Of course; Forester will pay his visit, and only advert to the matter with caution and delicacy. To gain him to our side is a circumstance of so much moment that I say carte blanche for the terms.”
“I knew the time that a foxhound would have been a higher bribe than a blue ribbon with honest Maurice; but it’s many years since we met, now, and Heaven knows what changes time may have wrought in him. A smile and a soft speech from a pretty woman, or a bold exploit of some hare-brained fellow, were sure to find favor with him, when he would have heard flattery from the lips of royalty without pride or emotion.”
“His colleague in the county is with us; has he any influence over the Knight?”
“Far from it. Mr. Hickman O’Reilly is the last man in the world to have weight with Maurice Darcy, and if it be your intention to make O’Reilly a peer, you could have taken no readier method to arm the Knight against you. No, no; if you really are bent on having