Half a Hero. Anthony Hope

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      "Ay," rejoined Perry quickly, "and that's all. What if Puttock raised the Righteous on him?"

      "Oh, then I should stand by Medland," said the Chief Justice decisively. "And young Coxon's to be Attorney-General. He's safe enough."

      "A man who thinks only about himself is generally safe," remarked Sir Robert dryly; and he added, with a smile, "That's why lawyers are such a valuable class."

      The Chief Justice laughed, and took his revenge by asking,

      "How many windows did they break, Perry?"

      "Only three," rejoined the Ex-Premier. "Considering the popular enthusiasm I got off cheap."

      "You can't stir a people's heart for nothing. All the same, the reception they gave him was a fine sight."

      "Extraordinary, wasn't it?"

      "I call it most ominous," said Mr. Kilshaw, and he rose and went out gloomily.

      "I haven't had my invitation to meet them at Government House yet," said the Chief Justice.

      He referred to the banquet which the Governor was accustomed to give to a new Ministry, when the leading officials of the colony were always included in the party.

      Sir Robert looked round for possible eavesdroppers.

      "There's a hitch," he said in a low voice. "Lady Eynesford makes difficulties about having Medland."

      "Oh, that's nonsense!"

      "Utter nonsense; but it seems she does. However, I suppose you'll get your card in a day or two."

      "And renew my acquaintance with Mr. Norburn under happier circumstances."

      "Norburn will feel as one used to when one breakfasted with the school-master—as a peacemaking after another sort of interview."

      Sir Robert Perry proved right in supposing that Lady Eynesford's resistance could not last for ever. It was long enough and fierce enough to make the Governor very unhappy and the rest of the family very uncomfortable, but it was foredoomed to failure. Even the Bishop of Kirton, whom she consulted, told her that high place had its peculiar duties, and that however deplorable the elevation of such a man might be, if the Queen's representative invited him to join his counsels, the Queen's representative's wife must invite him to join her dinner-party: and the Bishop proved the sincerity of his constitutional doctrine by accepting an invitation to meet the new Ministry. Lady Eynesford, abandoned by Church and State alike, surrendered, thanking heaven that Daisy Medland's youth postponed another distasteful necessity.

      "You'll have to face it in a few months' time," said Eleanor Scaife, who was not always as comforting a companion as a lady in her position is supposed to be.

      "Oh, they'll be out in a month," answered Lady Eynesford confidently. "The Bishop says they can't last. Do you know, Eleanor, Mr. Coxon is the only Churchman among them?"

      "Shocking!" said Eleanor, with no more suspicion of irony than her reputation as an esprit fort demanded. It really startled her a little: the social significance seemed considerable.

      Mr. Medland's invitation to dinner caused him perhaps more perturbation than had his invitation to power. A natural sensitiveness of mind supplied in him the place of an experience of refined society or an impulse of inherited pride. He cared nothing that his advent to office alarmed and displeased many; but it gave him pain to be compelled to dine at the table of a lady who, by notorious report, did not desire his company.

      "I don't want to go, and she doesn't want to have me," he protested to his daughter; "yet she must have me and I must go. The great god Sham again, Daisy."

      "You'll meet him everywhere now," said Daisy, with a melancholy shake of her young head.

      "And rout him somewhere?"

      "Oh yes, everywhere—except at Government House."

      "I hate going."

      "I believe mother would have liked it. Don't you think so, dear?"

      "Perhaps. Should you?"

      "I should be terribly afraid of Lady Eynesford."

      "Just my feeling," said Medland, stroking his chin.

      When he entered the drawing-room at Government House, and was presented to his hostess by the Governor, on whose brow rested a little pucker of anxiety, Lady Eynesford was talking to the Bishop and to Mr. Puttock. Puttock had accepted the office of Minister of Trade and Customs, but not without grumbling, for he had aspired to control the finances of the colony as Treasurer, and considered that Medland underrated his influence as a political leader. He was a short man, rather stout, with large whiskers; he wore a blue ribbon in the button-hole of his dress-coat. Lady Eynesford considered him remarkably like a grocer, and the very quintessence of nonconformity; but he at least was indisputably respectable, a devoted husband, and the father of a large family, behind whose ranks he was in the habit of walking to chapel twice every Sunday. Sometimes he preached when he got there. Just to his right, talking briskly to Alicia Derosne, stood Mr. Coxon, the Attorney-General, very smart in English-made clothes, and discussing the doings of people at home whom he had known or seen in the days when he was at Cambridge, and had the run of a rich uncle's house in Park Lane. In the distance the Roman Catholic Archbishop was talking to Eleanor Scaife, and suffering Sir John Oakapple's jests with a polite faint smile. This mixture of the sects ranked high among the trials of Lady Eynesford's position, and contained precious opportunities for Miss Scaife's inquiring mind.

      It seems true beyond question that moral estimation counts for more in the likings of women than in those of men. Medland, in spite of the utter insignificance, as he conceived, of the lady's judgment considered as an intellectual process, was too much of a politician, and perhaps a little too much of a man also, not to wish to conciliate the Governor's wife; but his courteous deference, his clever talk, and his search for points of sympathy broke ineffectually on the barriers of Lady Eynesford's official politeness and personal reserve. She was cruel in her clear indication of the footing upon which they met, and the Governor's uneasy glance of appeal would produce nothing better than a cold interest in the scenery of the Premier's constituency. Medland was glad when Lady Eynesford turned to the Chief Justice and released him; his relief was so great that it was hardly marred by finding Mrs. Puttock on his other side. Yet Mrs. Puttock and he were not congenial spirits.

      "We are sending a deputation to you," said Mrs. Puttock, directly Medland's change of position gave her an opportunity.

      He emptied his glass of champagne, and asked,

      "Which of your many 'We's,' Mrs. Puttock?"

      "Why, the W.T.A.A."

      "I won't affect ignorance—Women's—Total—Abstinence—Association."

      "The enthusiasm this afternoon was enormous. Of course Mr. Puttock could not be there; but I told them I felt sure that with the new Ministry an era of real hope had dawned," and Mrs. Puttock looked inquiringly at the Premier, who was in his turn looking at the foaming wine that fell into his glass from Jackson's practised hand.

      "A new era?" he answered. "Oh, well, you didn't get much out of Perry. What do you want of me?"

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