LIV
The India Office
The Conservative party at this particular period was putting its shoulder to the wheel‚ÅÝ‚Äînot to push the coach up any hill, but to prevent its being hurried along at a pace which was not only dangerous, but manifestly destructive. The Conservative party now and then does put its shoulder to the wheel, ostensibly with the great national object above named; but also actuated by a natural desire to keep its own head well above water and be generally doing something, so that other parties may not suppose that it is moribund. There are, no doubt, members of it who really think that when some object has been achieved‚ÅÝ‚Äîwhen, for instance, a good old Tory has been squeezed into Parliament for the borough of Porcorum, which for the last three parliaments has been represented by a Liberal‚ÅÝ‚Äîthe coach has been really stopped. To them, in their delightful faith, there comes at these triumphant moments a conviction that after all the people as a people have not been really in earnest in their efforts to take something from the greatness of the great, and to add something to the lowliness of the lowly. The handle of the windlass has been broken, the wheel is turning fast the reverse way, and the rope of Radical progress is running back. Who knows what may not be regained if the Conservative party will only put its shoulder to the wheel and take care that the handle of the windlass be not mended! Sticinthemud, which has ever been a doubtful little borough, has just been carried by a majority of fifteen! A long pull, a strong pull, and a pull altogether‚ÅÝ‚Äîand the old day will come back again. Venerable patriarchs think of Lord Liverpool and other heroes, and dream dreams of Conservative bishops, Conservative lord-lieutenants, and of a Conservative ministry that shall remain in for a generation.
Such a time was now present. Porcorum and Sticinthemud had done their duty valiantly‚ÅÝ‚Äîwith much management. But Westminster! If this special seat for Westminster could be carried, the country then could hardly any longer have a doubt on the matter. If only Mr.¬ÝMelmotte could be got in for Westminster, it would be manifest that the people were sound at heart, and that all the great changes which had been effected during the last forty years‚ÅÝ‚Äîfrom the first reform in Parliament down to the Ballot‚ÅÝ‚Äîhad been managed by the cunning and treachery of a few ambitious men. Not, however, that the ballot was just now regarded by the party as an unmitigated evil, though it was the last triumph of Radical wickedness. The ballot was on the whole popular with the party. A short time since, no doubt it was regarded by the party as being one and the same as national ruin and national disgrace. But it had answered well at Porcorum, and with due manipulation had been found to be favourable at Sticinthemud. The ballot might perhaps help the long pull and the strong pull‚ÅÝ‚Äîand, in spite of the ruin and disgrace, was thought by some just now to be a highly Conservative measure. It was considered that the ballot might assist Melmotte at Westminster very materially.
Anyone reading the Conservative papers of the time, and hearing the Conservative speeches in the borough‚ÅÝ‚Äîanyone at least who lived so remote as not to have learned what these things really mean‚ÅÝ‚Äîwould have thought that England‚Äôs welfare depended on Melmotte‚Äôs return. In the enthusiasm of the moment, the attacks made on his character were answered by eulogy as loud as the censure was bitter. The chief crime laid to his charge was connected with the ruin of some great continental assurance company, as to which it was said that he had so managed it as to leave it utterly stranded, with an enormous fortune of his own. It was declared that every shilling which he had brought to England with him had consisted of plunder stolen from the shareholders in the company. Now the Evening Pulpit, in its endeavour to make the facts of this transaction known, had placed what it called the domicile of this company in Paris, whereas it was ascertained that its official headquarters had in truth been placed at Vienna. Was not such a blunder as this sufficient to show that no merchant of higher honour than Mr.¬ÝMelmotte had ever adorned the Exchanges of modern capitals? And then two different newspapers of the time, both of them antagonistic to Melmotte, failed to be in accord on a material point. One declared that Mr.¬ÝMelmotte was not in truth possessed of any wealth. The other said that he had derived his wealth from those unfortunate shareholders. Could anything betray so bad a cause as contradictions such as these? Could anything be so false, so weak, so malignant, so useless, so wicked, so self-condemned‚ÅÝ‚Äîin fact, so ‚ÄúLiberal‚Äù as a course of action such as this? The belief naturally to be deduced from such statements, nay, the unavoidable conviction on the minds‚ÅÝ‚Äîof, at any rate, the Conservative newspapers‚ÅÝ‚Äîwas that Mr.¬ÝMelmotte had accumulated an immense fortune, and that he had never robbed any shareholder of a shilling.
The friends of Melmotte had moreover a basis of hope, and were enabled to sound premonitory notes of triumph, arising from causes quite external to their party. The Breakfast Table supported Melmotte, but the Breakfast Table was not a Conservative organ. This support was given, not to the great man‚Äôs political opinions, as to which a well-known writer in that paper suggested that the great man had probably not as yet given very much attention to the party questions which divided the country‚ÅÝ‚Äîbut to his commercial position. It was generally acknowledged that few men living‚ÅÝ‚Äîperhaps no man alive‚ÅÝ‚Äîhad so acute an insight into the great commercial questions of the age as Mr.¬ÝAugustus Melmotte. In whatever part of the world he might have acquired his commercial experience‚ÅÝ‚Äîfor it had been said repeatedly that Melmotte was not an Englishman‚ÅÝ‚Äîhe now made London his home and Great Britain his country, and it would be for the welfare of the country that such a man should sit in the British Parliament. Such were the arguments used by the Breakfast Table in supporting Mr.¬ÝMelmotte. This was, of course, an assistance;‚ÅÝ‚Äîand not the less so because it was asserted in other papers that the country would be absolutely disgraced by his presence in Parliament. The hotter the opposition the keener will be the support. Honest good men, men who really loved their country, fine gentlemen, who had received unsullied names from great ancestors, shed their money right and left, and grew hot in personally energetic struggles to have this man returned to Parliament as the head of the great Conservative mercantile interests of Great Britain!
There was one man who thoroughly believed that the thing at the present moment most essentially necessary to England‚Äôs glory was the return of Mr.¬ÝMelmotte for Westminster. This man was undoubtedly a very ignorant man. He knew nothing of anyone political question which had vexed England for the last half century‚ÅÝ‚Äînothing whatever of the political history which had made England what it was at the beginning of that half century. Of such names as Hampden, Somers, and Pitt he had hardly ever heard. He had probably never read a book in his life. He knew nothing of the working of parliament, nothing of nationality‚ÅÝ‚Äîhad no preference whatever for one form of government over another, never having given his mind a moment‚Äôs trouble on the subject. He had not even reflected how a despotic monarch or a federal republic might affect himself, and possibly did not comprehend the meaning of those terms. But yet he was fully confident that England did demand and ought to demand that Mr.¬ÝMelmotte should be returned for Westminster. This man was Mr.¬ÝMelmotte himself.
In this conjunction of his affairs Mr.¬ÝMelmotte certainly lost his head. He had audacity almost sufficient for the very dangerous game which he was playing; but, as crisis heaped itself upon crisis, he became deficient in prudence. He did not hesitate to speak of himself as the man who ought to represent Westminster, and of those who opposed him as little malignant beings who had mean interests of their own to serve. He went about in his open carriage, with Lord Alfred at his left hand, with a look on his face which seemed to imply that Westminster was not good enough for him. He even hinted to certain political friends that at the next general election he should try the City. Six months since he had been a humble man to a Lord‚ÅÝ‚Äîbut now he scolded Earls and snubbed Dukes, and yet did it in a manner which showed how proud he was of connecting himself with their social preeminence, and how ignorant of the manner in which such preeminence affects English gentlemen generally. The more arrogant he became the more vulgar he was, till even Lord Alfred would almost be tempted to rush away to impecuniosity and freedom. Perhaps there were some with whom this conduct had a salutary effect. No doubt arrogance will produce submission; and there are men who take other men at the price those other men put upon themselves. Such persons could not refrain from thinking Melmotte to be mighty because he swaggered; and gave their hinder parts to be kicked merely because he put up his toe. We all know men of this calibre‚ÅÝ‚Äîand how they seem to grow in number. But the net result of his personal demeanour was injurious; and it was debated among some of the warmest of his supporters whether a hint should not be given him. ‚ÄúCouldn‚Äôt Lord Alfred say a word to him?‚Äù said the Honourable Beauchamp Beauclerk, who, himself in Parliament, a leading man in his party, thoroughly well acquainted with the borough, wealthy and connected by blood with half the great Conservative families in the kingdom, had been moving heaven and earth on behalf of the great financial king, and working like a slave for his success.
“Alfred’s more than half afraid of him,” said Lionel Lupton, a young aristocrat, also in Parliament, who had been inoculated with the idea that the interests of the party demanded Melmotte in Parliament, but who would have given up his Scotch shooting rather than have undergone Melmotte’s company for a day.
‚ÄúSomething really must be done, Mr.¬ÝBeauclerk,‚Äù said Mr.¬ÝJones, who was the leading member of a very wealthy firm of builders in the borough, who had become a Conservative politician, who had thoughts of the House for himself, but who never forgot his own position. ‚ÄúHe is making a great many personal enemies.‚Äù
“He’s the finest old turkey cock out,” said Lionel Lupton.
Then it was decided that Mr.¬ÝBeauclerk should speak a word to Lord Alfred. The rich man and the poor man were cousins, and had always been intimate. ‚ÄúAlfred,‚Äù said the chosen mentor at the club one afternoon, ‚ÄúI wonder whether you couldn‚Äôt say something to Melmotte about his manner.‚Äù Lord Alfred turned sharp round and looked into his companion‚Äôs face. ‚ÄúThey tell me he is giving offence. Of course he doesn‚Äôt mean it. Couldn‚Äôt he draw it a little milder?‚Äù
Lord Alfred made his reply almost in a whisper. “If you ask me, I don’t think he could. If you got him down and trampled on him, you might make him mild. I don’t think there’s any other way.”
“You couldn’t speak to him, then?”
“Not unless I did it with a horsewhip.”
This, coming from Lord Alfred, who was absolutely dependent on the man, was very strong. Lord Alfred had been much afflicted that morning. He had spent some hours with his friend, either going about the borough in the open carriage, or standing just behind him at meetings, or sitting close to him in committee-rooms‚ÅÝ‚Äîand had been nauseated with Melmotte. When spoken to about his friend he could not restrain himself. Lord Alfred had been born and bred a gentleman, and found the position in which he was now earning his bread to be almost insupportable. It had gone against the grain with him at first, when he was called Alfred; but now that he was told ‚Äújust to open the door,‚Äù and ‚Äújust to give that message,‚Äù he almost meditated revenge. Lord Nidderdale, who was quick at observation, had seen something of this in Grosvenor Square, and declared that Lord Alfred had invested part of his recent savings in a cutting whip. Mr.¬ÝBeauclerk, when he had got his answer, whistled and withdrew. But he was true to his party. Melmotte was not the first vulgar man whom the Conservatives had taken by the hand, and patted on the back, and told that he was a god.
The Emperor of China was now in England, and was to be entertained one night at the India Office. The Secretary of State for the second great Asiatic Empire was to entertain the ruler of the first. This was on Saturday the 6th of July, and Melmotte‚Äôs dinner was to take place on the following Monday. Very great interest was made by the London world generally to obtain admission to the India Office‚ÅÝ‚Äîthe making of such interest consisting in the most abject begging for tickets of admission, addressed to the Secretary of State, to all the under secretaries, to assistant secretaries, secretaries of departments, chief clerks, and to head-messengers and their wives. If a petitioner could not be admitted as a guest into the splendour of the reception rooms, might not he‚ÅÝ‚Äîor she‚ÅÝ‚Äîbe allowed to stand in some passage whence the Emperor‚Äôs back might perhaps be seen‚ÅÝ‚Äîso that, if possible, the petitioner‚Äôs name might be printed in the list of guests which would be published on the next morning? Now Mr.¬ÝMelmotte with his family was, of course, supplied with tickets. He, who was to spend a fortune in giving the Emperor a dinner, was of course entitled to be present at other places to which the Emperor would be brought to be shown. Melmotte had already seen the Emperor at a breakfast in Windsor Park, and at a ball in royal halls. But hitherto he had not been presented to the Emperor. Presentations have to be restricted‚ÅÝ‚Äîif only on the score of time; and it had been thought that as Mr.¬ÝMelmotte would of course have some communication with the hardworked Emperor at his own house, that would suffice. But he had felt himself to be ill-used and was offended. He spoke with bitterness to some of his supporters of the Royal Family generally, because he had not been brought to the front rank either at the breakfast or at the ball‚ÅÝ‚Äîand now, at the India Office, was determined to have his due. But he was not on the list of those whom the Secretary of State intended on this occasion to present to the Brother of the Sun.
He had dined freely. At this period of his career he had taken to dining freely‚ÅÝ‚Äîwhich was in itself imprudent, as he had need at all hours of his best intelligence. Let it not be understood that he was tipsy. He was a man whom wine did not often affect after that fashion. But it made him, who was arrogant before, tower in his arrogance till he was almost sure to totter. It was probably at some moment after dinner that Lord Alfred decided upon buying the cutting whip of which he had spoken. Melmotte went with his wife and daughter to the India Office, and soon left them far in the background with a request‚ÅÝ‚Äîwe may say an order‚ÅÝ‚Äîto Lord Alfred to take care of them. It may be observed here that Marie Melmotte was almost as great a curiosity as the Emperor himself, and was much noticed as the girl who had attempted to run away to New York, but had gone without her lover. Melmotte entertained some foolish idea that as the India Office was in Westminster, he had a peculiar right to demand an introduction on this occasion because of his candidature. He did succeed in getting hold of an unfortunate undersecretary of state, a studious and invaluable young peer, known as Earl De Griffin. He was a shy man, of enormous wealth, of mediocre intellect, and no great physical ability, who never amused himself; but worked hard night and day, and read everything that anybody could write, and more than any other person could read, about India. Had Mr.¬ÝMelmotte wanted to know the exact dietary of the peasants in Orissa, or the revenue of the Punjaub, or the amount of crime in Bombay, Lord De Griffin would have informed him without a pause. But in this matter of managing the Emperor, the under secretary had nothing to do, and would have been the last man to be engaged in such a service. He was, however, second in command at the India Office, and of his official rank Melmotte was unfortunately made aware. ‚ÄúMy Lord,‚Äù said he, by no means hiding his demand in a whisper, ‚ÄúI am desirous of being presented to his Imperial Majesty.‚Äù Lord De Griffin looked at him in despair, not knowing the great man‚ÅÝ‚Äîbeing one of the few men in that room who did not know him.
‚ÄúThis is Mr.¬ÝMelmotte,‚Äù said Lord Alfred, who had deserted the ladies and still stuck to his master. ‚ÄúLord De Griffin, let me introduce you to Mr.¬ÝMelmotte.‚Äù
‚ÄúOh‚ÅÝ‚Äîoh‚ÅÝ‚Äîoh,‚Äù said Lord De Griffin, just putting out his hand. ‚ÄúI am delighted;‚ÅÝ‚Äîah, yes,‚Äù and pretending to see somebody, he made a weak and quite ineffectual attempt to escape.
Melmotte stood directly in his way, and with unabashed audacity repeated his demand. ‚ÄúI am desirous of being presented to his Imperial Majesty. Will you do me the honour of making my request known to Mr.¬ÝWilson?‚Äù Mr.¬ÝWilson was the Secretary of State, who was as busy as a Secretary of State is sure to be on such an occasion.
“I hardly know,” said Lord De Griffin. “I’m afraid it’s all arranged. I don’t know anything about it myself.”
‚ÄúYou can introduce me to Mr.¬ÝWilson.‚Äù
‚ÄúHe‚Äôs up there, Mr.¬ÝMelmotte; and I couldn‚Äôt get at him. Really you must excuse me. I‚Äôm very sorry. If I see him I‚Äôll tell him.‚Äù And the poor undersecretary again endeavoured to escape.
Mr.¬ÝMelmotte put up his hand and stopped him. ‚ÄúI‚Äôm not going to stand this kind of thing,‚Äù he said. The old Marquis of Auld Reekie was close at hand, the father of Lord Nidderdale, and therefore the proposed father-in-law of Melmotte‚Äôs daughter, and he poked his thumb heavily into Lord Alfred‚Äôs ribs. ‚ÄúIt is generally understood, I believe,‚Äù continued Melmotte, ‚Äúthat the Emperor is to do me the honour of dining at my poor house on Monday. He don‚Äôt dine there unless I‚Äôm made acquainted with him before he comes. I mean what I say. I ain‚Äôt going to entertain even an Emperor unless I‚Äôm good enough to be presented to him. Perhaps you‚Äôd better let Mr.¬ÝWilson know, as a good many people intend to come.‚Äù
“Here’s a row,” said the old Marquis. “I wish he’d be as good as his word.”
‚ÄúHe has taken a little wine,‚Äù whispered Lord Alfred. ‚ÄúMelmotte,‚Äù he said, still whispering; ‚Äúupon my word it isn‚Äôt the thing. They‚Äôre only Indian chaps and Eastern swells who are presented here‚ÅÝ‚Äînot a fellow among ‚Äôem all who hasn‚Äôt been in India or China, or isn‚Äôt a Secretary of State, or something of that kind.‚Äù
‚ÄúThen they should have done it at Windsor, or at the ball,‚Äù said Melmotte, pulling down his waistcoat. ‚ÄúBy George, Alfred! I‚Äôm in earnest, and somebody had better look to it. If I‚Äôm not presented to his Imperial Majesty tonight, by G‚ÅÝ‚∏∫, there shall be no dinner in Grosvenor Square on Monday. I‚Äôm master enough of my own house, I suppose, to be able to manage that.‚Äù
Here was a row, as the Marquis had said! Lord De Griffin was frightened, and Lord Alfred felt that something ought to be done. ‚ÄúThere‚Äôs no knowing how far the pigheaded brute may go in his obstinacy,‚Äù Lord Alfred said to Mr.¬ÝLupton, who was there. It no doubt might have been wise to have allowed the merchant prince to return home with the resolution that his dinner should be abandoned. He would have repented probably before the next morning; and had he continued obdurate it would not have been difficult to explain to Celestial Majesty that something preferable had been found for that particular evening even to a banquet at the house of British commerce. The Government would probably have gained the seat for Westminster, as Melmotte would at once have become very unpopular with the great body of his supporters. But Lord De Griffin was not the man to see this. He did make his way up to Mr.¬ÝWilson, and explained to the Amphytrion of the night the demand which was made on his hospitality. A thoroughly well-established and experienced political Minister of State always feels that if he can make a friend or appease an enemy without paying a heavy price he will be doing a good stroke of business. ‚ÄúBring him up,‚Äù said Mr.¬ÝWilson. ‚ÄúHe‚Äôs going to do something out in the East, isn‚Äôt he?‚Äù ‚ÄúNothing in India,‚Äù said Lord De Griffin. ‚ÄúThe submarine telegraph is quite impossible.‚Äù Mr.¬ÝWilson, instructing some satellite to find out in what way he might properly connect Mr.¬ÝMelmotte with China, sent Lord De Griffin away with his commission.
‚ÄúMy dear Alfred, just allow me to manage these things myself,‚Äù Mr.¬ÝMelmotte was saying when the under secretary returned. ‚ÄúI know my own position and how to keep it. There shall be no dinner. I‚Äôll be d‚ÅÝ‚∏∫ if any of the lot shall dine in Grosvenor Square on Monday.‚Äù Lord Alfred was so astounded that he was thinking of making his way to the Prime Minister, a man whom he abhorred and didn‚Äôt know, and of acquainting him with the terrible calamity which was threatened. But the arrival of the undersecretary saved him the trouble.
“If you will come with me,” whispered Lord De Griffin, “it shall be managed. It isn’t just the thing, but as you wish it, it shall be done.”
“I do wish it,” said Melmotte aloud. He was one of those men whom success never mollified, whose enjoyment of a point gained always demanded some hoarse note of triumph from his own trumpet.
‚ÄúIf you will be so kind as to follow me,‚Äù said Lord De Griffin. And so the thing was done. Melmotte, as he was taken up to the imperial footstool, was resolved upon making a little speech, forgetful at the moment of interpreters‚ÅÝ‚Äîof the double interpreters whom the Majesty of China required; but the awful, quiescent solemnity of the celestial one quelled even him, and he shuffled by without saying a word even of his own banquet.
But he had gained his point, and, as he was taken home to poor Mr.¬ÝLongestaffe‚Äôs house in Bruton Street, was intolerable. Lord Alfred tried to escape after putting Madame Melmotte and her daughter into the carriage, but Melmotte insisted on his presence. ‚ÄúYou might as well come, Alfred;‚ÅÝ‚Äîthere are two or three things I must settle before I go to bed.‚Äù
“I’m about knocked up,” said the unfortunate man.
‚ÄúKnocked up, nonsense! Think what I‚Äôve been through. I‚Äôve been all day at the hardest work a man can do.‚Äù Had he as usual got in first, leaving his man-of-all-work to follow, the man-of-all-work would have escaped. Melmotte, fearing such defection, put his hand on Lord Alfred‚Äôs shoulder, and the poor fellow was beaten. As they were taken home a continual sound of cock-crowing was audible, but as the words were not distinguished they required no painful attention; but when the soda water and brandy and cigars made their appearance in Mr.¬ÝLongestaffe‚Äôs own back room, then the trumpet was sounded with a full blast. ‚ÄúI mean to let the fellows know what‚Äôs what,‚Äù said Melmotte, walking about the room. Lord Alfred had thrown himself into an armchair, and was consoling himself as best he might with tobacco. ‚ÄúGive and take is a very good motto. If I scratch their back, I mean them to scratch mine. They won‚Äôt find many people to spend ten thousand pounds in entertaining a guest of the country‚Äôs as a private enterprise. I don‚Äôt know of any other man of business who could do it, or would do it. It‚Äôs not much any of them can do for me. Thank God, I don‚Äôt want ‚Äôem. But if consideration is to be shown to anybody, I intend to be considered. The Prince treated me very scurvily, Alfred, and I shall take an opportunity of telling him so on Monday. I suppose a man may be allowed to speak to his own guests.‚Äù
“You might turn the election against you if you said anything the Prince didn’t like.”
‚ÄúD‚ÅÝ‚∏∫ the election, sir. I stand before the electors of Westminster as a man of business, not as a courtier‚ÅÝ‚Äîas a man who understands commercial enterprise, not as one of the Prince‚Äôs toadies. Some of you fellows in England don‚Äôt realise the matter yet; but I can tell you that I think myself quite as great a man as any Prince.‚Äù Lord Alfred looked at him, with strong reminiscences of the old ducal home, and shuddered. ‚ÄúI‚Äôll teach them a lesson before long. Didn‚Äôt I teach ‚Äôem a lesson tonight‚ÅÝ‚Äîeh? They tell me that Lord De Griffin has sixty thousand a-year to spend. What‚Äôs sixty thousand a year? Didn‚Äôt I make him go on my business? And didn‚Äôt I make ‚Äôem do as I chose? You want to tell me this and that, but I can tell you that I know more of men and women than some of you fellows do, who think you know a great deal.‚Äù
This went on through the whole of a long cigar; and afterwards, as Lord Alfred slowly paced his way back to his lodgings in Mount Street, he thought deeply whether there might not be means of escaping from his present servitude. “Beast! Brute! Pig!” he said to himself over and over again as he slowly went to Mount Street.