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Phineas Finn, the Irish Member

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by Anthony Trollope


  A day or two before the coming of the god and the demigod to the little town, Barbara Finn and her friend had thus come to understand each other as they walked along the Shannon side. ‘I am sure, my dear, that he is engaged to nobody,’ said Barbara Finn.

  ‘And I am sure, my dear,’ said Mary, ‘that I do not care whether he is or is not.’

  ‘What do you mean, Mary?’

  ‘I mean what I say. Why should I care? Five years ago I had a foolish dream, and now I am awake again. Think how old I have got to be!’

  ‘Yes; – you are twenty-three. What has that to do with it?’

  ‘It has this to do with it; – that I am old enough to know better. Mamma and I quite understand each other. She used to be angry with him, but she has got over all that foolishness now. It always made me so vexed; – the idea of being angry with a man because, – because –! You know one can't talk about it, it is so foolish. But that is all over now.’

  ‘Do you mean to say you don't care for him, Mary? Do you remember what you used to swear to me less than two years ago?’

  ‘I remember it all very well, and I remember what a goose I was. As for caring for him, of course I do, – because he is your brother, and because I have known him all my life. But if he were going to be married to-morrow, you would see that it would make no difference to me.’

  Barbara Finn walked on for a couple of minutes in silence before she replied. ‘Mary,’ she said at last, ‘I don't believe a word of it.’

  ‘Very well; – then all that I shall ask of you is, that we may not talk about him any more. Mamma believes it, and that is enough for me.’ Nevertheless, they did talk about Phineas during the whole of that day, and very often talked about him afterwards, as long as Mary remained at Killaloe.

  There was a large dinner party at the doctor's on the day after Mr Monk's arrival. The bishop was not there, though he was on terms sufficiently friendly with the doctor's family to have been invited on so grand an occasion; but he was not there, because Mrs Finn was determined that she would be taken out to dinner by a Cabinet Minister in the face of all her friends. She was aware that had the bishop been there, she must have taken the bishop's arm. And though there would have been glory in that, the other glory was more to her taste. It was the first time in her life that she had ever seen a Cabinet Minister, and I think that she was a little disappointed at finding him so like other middle-aged gentlemen. She had hoped that Mr Monk would have assumed something of the dignity of his position; but he assumed nothing. Now the bishop, though he was a very mild old man, did assume something by the very facts of his apron and knee-breeches.

  ‘I am sure, sir, it is very good of you to come and put up with our humble way of living,’ said Mrs Finn to her guest, as they sat down at table. And yet she had resolved that she would not make any speech of the kind, – that she would condescend to no apology, – that she would bear herself as though a Cabinet Minister dined with her at least once a year. But when the moment came, she broke down, and made this apology with almost abject meekness, and then hated herself because she had done so.

  ‘My dear madam,’ said Mr Monk, ‘I live myself so much like a hermit that your house is a palace of luxury to me.’ Then he felt that he had made a foolish speech, and he also hated himself. He found it very difficult to talk to his hostess upon any subject, until by chance he mentioned his young friend Phineas. Then her tongue was unloosed. ‘Your son, madam,’ he said, ‘is going with me to Limerick and back to Dublin. It is a shame, I know, taking him so soon away from home, but I should not know how to get on without him.’

  ‘Oh, Mr Monk, it is such a blessing for him, and such an honour for us, that you should be so good to him.’ Then the mother spoke out all her past fears and all her present hopes, and acknowledged the great glory which it was to her to have a son sitting in Parliament, holding an office with a stately name and a great salary, and blessed with the friendship of such a man as Mr Monk. After that Mr Monk got on better with her.

  ‘I don't know any young man,’ said he, ‘in whose career I have taken so strong an interest.’

  ‘He was always good,’ said Mrs Finn, with a tear forcing itself into the corner of each eye. ‘I am his mother, and of course I ought not to say so, – not in this way; but it is true, Mr Monk.’ And then the poor lady was obliged to raise her handkerchief and wipe away the drops.

  Phineas on this occasion had taken out to dinner the mother of his devoted Mary, Mrs Flood Jones. ‘What a pleasure it must be to the doctor and Mrs Finn to see you come back in this way,’ said Mrs Flood Jones.

  ‘With all my bones unbroken?’ said he, laughing.

  ‘Yes; with all your bones unbroken. You know, Phineas, when we first heard that you were to sit in Parliament, we were afraid that you might break a rib or two, – since you choose to talk about the breaking of bones.’

  ‘Yes, I know. Everybody thought I should come to grief; but nobody felt so sure of it as I did myself.’

  ‘But you have not come to grief.’

  ‘I am not out of the wood yet, you know, Mrs Flood Jones. There is plenty of possibility for grief in my way still.’

  ‘As far as I can understand it, you are out of the wood. All that your friends here want to see now is, that you should marry some nice English girl, with a little money, if possible. Rumours have reached us, you know.’

  ‘Rumours always lie,’ said Phineas.

  ‘Sometimes they do, of course; and I am not going to ask any indiscreet questions. But that is what we all hope. Mary was saying, only the other day, that if you were once married, we should all feel quite safe about you. And you know we all take the most lively interest in your welfare. It is not every day that a man from County Clare gets on as you have done, and therefore we are bound to think of you.’ Thus Mrs Flood Jones signified to Phineas Finn that she had forgiven him the thoughtlessness of his early youth, – even though there had been something of treachery in that thoughtlessness to her own daughter; and showed him, also, that whatever Mary's feelings might have been once, they were not now of a nature to trouble her. ‘Of course you will marry?’ said Mrs Flood Jones.

  ‘I should think very likely not,’ said Phineas, who perhaps looked farther into the mind of the lady than the lady intended.

  ‘Oh, do,’ said the lady. ‘Every man should marry as soon as he can, and especially a man in your position.’

  When the ladies met together in the drawing-room after dinner, it was impossible but that they should discuss Mr Monk. There was Mrs Callaghan from the brewery there, and old Lady Blood, of Bloodstone, – who on ordinary occasions would hardly admit that she was on dining-out terms with any one in Killaloe except the bishop, but who had found it impossible to decline to meet a Cabinet Minister, – and there was Mrs Stackpoole from Sixmile-town, a far-away cousin of the Finns, who hated Lady Blood with a true provincial hatred.

  ‘I don't see anything particularly uncommon in him, after all,’ said Lady Blood.

  ‘I think he is very nice indeed,’ said Mrs Flood Jones.

  ‘So very quiet, my dear, and just like other people,’ said Mrs Callaghan, meaning to pronounce a strong eulogium on the Cabinet Minister.

  ‘Very like other people indeed,’ said Lady Blood.

  ‘And what would you expect, Lady Blood?’ said Mrs Stackpoole. ‘Men and women in London walk upon two legs, just as they do in Ennis.’ Now Lady Blood herself had been born and bred in Ennis, whereas Mrs Stackpoole had come from Limerick, which is a much more considerable town, and therefore there was a satire in this allusion to the habits of the men of Ennis which Lady Blood understood thoroughly.

  ‘My dear Mrs Stackpoole, I know how the people walk in London quite as well as you do.’ Lady Blood had once passed three months in London while Sir Patrick had been alive, whereas Mrs Stackpoole had never done more than visit the metropolis for a day or two.

  ‘Oh, no doubt,’ said Mrs Stackpoole; ‘but I never can understand what it is that people
expect. I suppose Mr Monk ought to have come with his stars on the breast of his coat, to have pleased Lady Blood.’

  ‘My dear Mrs Stackpoole, Cabinet Ministers don't have stars,’ said Lady Blood.

  ‘I never said they did,’ said Mrs Stackpoole.

  ‘He is so nice and gentle to talk to,’ said Mrs Finn. ‘You may say what you will, but men who are high up do very often give themselves airs. Now I must say that this friend of my son's does not do anything of that kind.’

  ‘Not the least.’ said Mrs Callaghan.

  ‘Quite the contrary,’ said Mrs Stackpoole.

  ‘I dare say he is a wonderful man,’ said Lady Blood. ‘All I say is, that I didn't hear anything wonderful come out of his mouth; and as for people in Ennis walking on two legs, I have seen donkeys in Limerick doing just the same thing.’ Now it was well known that Mrs Stackpoole had two sons living in Limerick, as to neither of whom was it expected that he would set the Shannon on fire. After this little speech there was no further mention of Mr Monk, as it became necessary that all the good-nature of Mrs Finn and all the tact of Mrs Flood Jones and all the energy of Mrs Callaghan should be used, to prevent the raging of an internecine battle between Mrs Stackpoole and Lady Blood.

  CHAPTER 66

  Victrix

  MR MONK'S holiday programme allowed him a week at Killaloe, and from thence he was to go to Limerick, and from Limerick to Dublin, in order that, at both places, he might be entertained at a public dinner and make a speech about tenant-right. Foreseeing that Phineas might commit himself if he attended these meetings, Mr Monk had counselled him to remain at Killaloe. But Phineas had refused to subject himself to such cautious abstinence. Mr Monk had come to Ireland as his friend, and he would see him through his travels. ‘I shall not, probably, be asked to speak,’ said Phineas, ‘and if I am asked, I need not say more than a few words. And what if I did speak out?’

  ‘You might find it disadvantageous to you in London.’

  ‘I must take my chance of that. I am not going to tie myself down for ever and ever for the sake of being Under-Secretary to the Colonies.’ Mr Monk said very much to him on the subject, – was constantly saying very much to him about it; but in spite of all that Mr Monk said, Phineas did make the journey to Limerick and Dublin.

  He had not, since his arrival at Killaloe, been a moment alone with Mary Flood Jones till the evening before he started with Mr Monk. She had kept out of his way successfully, though she had constantly been with him in company, and was beginning to plume herself on the strength and valour of her conduct. But her self-praise had in it nothing of joy, and her glory was very sad. Of course she would care for him no more, – more especially as it was so very evident that he cared not at all for her. But the very fact of her keeping out of his way, made her acknowledge to herself that her position was very miserable. She had declared to her mother that she might certainly go to Killaloe with safety,

  – that it would be better for her to put herself in the way of meeting him as an old friend, – that the idea of the necessity of shutting herself up because of his approach, was the one thing that gave her real pain. Therefore her mother had brought her to Killaloe and she had met him; but her fancied security had deserted her, and she found herself to be miserable, hoping for something she did not know what, still dreaming of possibilities, feeling during every moment of his presence with her that some special conduct was necessary on her part. She could not make further confession to her mother and ask to be carried back to Floodborough; but she knew that she was very wretched at Killaloe.

  As for Phineas, he had felt that his old friend was very cold to him. He was in that humour with reference to Violet Effingham which seemed especially to require consolation. He knew now that all hope was over there. Violet Effingham could never be his wife. Even were she not to marry Lord Chiltern for the next five years, she would not, during those five years, marry any other man. Such was our hero's conviction; and, suffering under this conviction, he was in want of the comfort of feminine sympathy. Had Mary known all this, and had it suited her to play such a part, I think she might have had Phineas at her feet before he had been a week at home. But she had kept aloof from him and had heard nothing of his sorrows. As a natural consequence of this, Phineas was more in love with her than ever.

  On the evening before he started with Mr Monk for Limerick, he managed to be alone with her for a few minutes. Barbara may probably have assisted in bringing about this arrangement, and had, perhaps, been guilty of some treachery, – sisters in such circumstances will sometimes be very treacherous to their friends. I feel sure, however, that Mary herself was quite innocent of any guile in the matter.

  ‘Mary,’ Phineas said to her suddenly, ‘it seems to me that you have avoided me purposely ever since I have been at home.’ She smiled and blushed, and stammered and said nothing. ‘Has there been any reason for it, Mary?’

  ‘No reason at all that I know of,’ she said.

  ‘We used to be such great friends.’

  ‘That was before you were a great man, Phineas. It must necessarily be different now. You know so many people now, and people of such a different sort, that of course I fall a little into the background.’

  ‘When you talk in that way, Mary, I know that you are laughing at me.’

  ‘Indeed, indeed I am not.’

  ‘I believe there is no one in the whole world,’ he said, after a pause, ‘whose friendship is more to me than yours is. I think of it so often, Mary. Say that when we come back it shall be between us as it used to be.’ Then he put out his hand for hers, and she could not help giving it to him. ‘Of course there will be people,’ he said, ‘who talk nonsense, and one cannot help it; but I will not put up with it from you.’

  ‘I did not mean to talk nonsense, Phineas!’ Then there came some one across them, and the conversation was ended; but the sound of his voice remained on her ears, and she could not help but remember that he had declared that her friendship was dearer to him than the friendship of any one else.

  Phineas went with Mr Monk first to Limerick and then to Dublin, and found himself at both places to be regarded as a hero only second to the great hero. At both places the one subject of debate was tenant-right; – could anything be done to make it profitable for men with capital to put their capital into Irish land? The fertility of the soil was questioned by no one, – nor the sufficiency of external circumstances, such as railroads and the like; – nor the abundance of labour; – nor even security for the wealth to be produced. The only difficulty was in this, that the men who were to produce the wealth had no guarantee that it would be theirs when it was created. In England and elsewhere such guarantees were in existence. Might it not be possible to introduce them into Ireland? That was the question which Mr Monk had in hand; and in various speeches which he made both before and after the dinners given to him, he pledged himself to keep it well in hand when Parliament should meet. Of course Phineas spoke also. It was impossible that he should be silent when his friend and leader was pouring out his eloquence. Of course he spoke, and of course he pledged himself. Something like the old pleasures of the debating society returned to him, as standing upon a platform before a listening multitude, he gave full vent to his words. In the House of Commons, of late he had been so cabined, cribbed, and confined by office as to have enjoyed nothing of this. Indeed, from the commencement of his career, he had fallen so thoroughly into the decorum of Government ways, as to have missed altogether the delights of that wild irresponsible oratory of which Mr Monk had spoken to him so often. He had envied men below the gangway, who, though supporting the Government on main questions, could get up on their legs when the House was full enough to make it worth their while, and say almost whatever they pleased. There was that Mr Robson, who literally did say just what came uppermost; and the thing that came uppermost was often ill-natured, often unbecoming the gravity of the House, was always startling; but men listened to him and liked him to speak. But Mr Robson ha
d married a woman with money. Oh, why, why, had not Violet Effingham been kinder to him? He might even yet, perhaps, marry a woman with money. But he could not bring himself to do so unless he loved her.

  The upshot of the Dublin meeting was that he also positively pledged himself to support during the next session of Parliament a bill advocating tenant-right. ‘I am sorry you went so far as that, Mr Monk said to him almost as soon as the meeting was over. They were standing on the pier at Kingstown, and Mr Monk was preparing to return to England.

  ‘And why not I as far as you?’

  ‘Because I had thought about it, and I do not think that you have. I am prepared to resign my office to-morrow; and directly that I can see Mr Gresham and explain to him what I have done, I shall offer to do so.’

  ‘He won't accept your resignation.’

  ‘He must accept it, unless he is prepared to instruct the Irish Secretary to bring in such a bill as I can support.’

  ‘I shall be exactly in the same boat.’

  ‘But you ought not to be in the same boat; – nor need you. My advice to you is to say nothing about it till you get back to London, and then speak to Lord Cantrip. Tell him that you will not say anything on the subject in the House, but that in the event of there being a division you hope to be allowed to vote as on an open question. It may be that I shall get Gresham's assent, and if so we shall be all right. If I do not, and if they choose to make it a point with you, you must resign also.’

  ‘Of course I shall,’ said Phineas.

 

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