Framley Parsonage: Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Mr. Sowerby without Company

And now there were going to be wondrous doings in West Barsetshire,
and men's minds were much disturbed. The fiat had gone forth from the
high places, and the Queen had dissolved her faithful Commons. The
giants, finding that they could effect little or nothing with the old
House, had resolved to try what a new venture would do for them, and
the hubbub of a general election was to pervade the country. This
produced no inconsiderable irritation and annoyance, for the House
was not as yet quite three years old; and members of Parliament,
though they naturally feel a constitutional pleasure in meeting
their friends and in pressing the hands of their constituents, are,
nevertheless, so far akin to the lower order of humanity that they
appreciate the danger of losing their seats; and the certainty of
a considerable outlay in their endeavours to retain them is not
agreeable to the legislative mind. Never did the old family fury
between the gods and giants rage higher than at the present moment.
The giants declared that every turn which they attempted to take in
their country's service had been thwarted by faction, in spite of
those benign promises of assistance made to them only a few weeks
since by their opponents; and the gods answered by asserting that
they were driven to this opposition by the Boeotian fatuity of the
giants. They had no doubt promised their aid, and were ready to give
it to measures that were decently prudent; but not to a bill enabling
Government at its will to pension aged bishops! No; there must be
some limit to their tolerance, and when such attempts as these were
made that limit had been clearly passed. All this had taken place
openly only a day or two after that casual whisper dropped by Tom
Towers at Miss Dunstable's party--by Tom Towers, that most pleasant
of all pleasant fellows. And how should he have known it,--he who
flutters from one sweetest flower of the garden to another,

"Adding sugar to the pink, and honey to the rose,
So loved for what he gives, but taking nothing as he goes"?

But the whisper had grown into a rumour, and the rumour into a
fact, and the political world was in a ferment. The giants, furious
about their bishops' pension bill, threatened the House--most
injudiciously; and then it was beautiful to see how indignant members
got up, glowing with honesty, and declared that it was base to
conceive that any gentleman in that House could be actuated in his
vote by any hopes or fears with reference to his seat. And so matters
grew from bad to worse, and these contending parties never hit at
each other with such envenomed wrath as they did now;--having entered
the ring together so lately with such manifold promises of good-will,
respect, and forbearance!

But going from the general to the particular, we may say that nowhere
was a deeper consternation spread than in the electoral division
of West Barsetshire. No sooner had the tidings of the dissolution
reached the county than it was known that the duke intended to change
his nominee. Mr. Sowerby had now sat for the division since the
Reform Bill! He had become one of the county institutions, and by the
dint of custom and long establishment had been borne with and even
liked by the county gentlemen, in spite of his well-known pecuniary
irregularities. Now all this was to be changed. No reason had as yet
been publicly given, but it was understood that Lord Dumbello was to
be returned, although he did not own an acre of land in the county.
It is true that rumour went on to say that Lord Dumbello was about to
form close connexions with Barsetshire. He was on the eve of marrying
a young lady, from the other division indeed, and was now engaged,
so it was said, in completing arrangements with the Government for
the purchase of that noble Crown property usually known as the
Chace of Chaldicotes. It was also stated--this statement, however,
had hitherto been only announced in confidential whispers--that
Chaldicotes House itself would soon become the residence of the
marquis. The duke was claiming it as his own--would very shortly
have completed his claims and taken possession:--and then, by some
arrangement between them, it was to be made over to Lord Dumbello.
But very contrary rumours to these got abroad also. Men said--such
as dared to oppose the duke, and some few also who did not dare
to oppose him when the day of battle came--that it was beyond his
grace's power to turn Lord Dumbello into a Barsetshire magnate. The
Crown property--such men said--was to fall into the hands of young
Mr. Gresham, of Boxall Hill, in the other division, and that the
terms of purchase had been already settled. And as to Mr. Sowerby's
property and the house of Chaldicotes--these opponents of the Omnium
interest went on to explain--it was by no means as yet so certain
that the duke would be able to enter it and take possession. The
place was not to be given up to him quietly. A great fight would be
made, and it was beginning to be believed that the enormous mortgages
would be paid off by a lady of immense wealth. And then a dash of
romance was not wanting to make these stories palatable. This lady of
immense wealth had been courted by Mr. Sowerby, had acknowledged her
love,--but had refused to marry him on account of his character. In
testimony of her love, however, she was about to pay all his debts.

It was soon put beyond a rumour, and became manifest enough, that Mr.
Sowerby did not intend to retire from the county in obedience to the
duke's behests. A placard was posted through the whole division in
which no allusion was made by name to the duke, but in which Mr.
Sowerby warned his friends not to be led away by any report that he
intended to retire from the representation of West Barsetshire. "He
had sat," the placard said, "for the same county during the full
period of a quarter of a century, and he would not lightly give up an
honour that had been extended to him so often and which he prized so
dearly. There were but few men now in the House whose connexion with
the same body of constituents had remained unbroken so long as had
that which bound him to West Barsetshire; and he confidently hoped
that that connexion might be continued through another period of
coming years till he might find himself in the glorious position of
being the father of the county members of the House of Commons." The
placard said much more than this, and hinted at sundry and various
questions, all of great interest to the county; but it did not say
one word of the Duke of Omnium, though every one knew what the
duke was supposed to be doing in the matter. He was, as it were, a
great Llama, shut up in a holy of holies, inscrutable, invisible,
inexorable,--not to be seen by men's eyes or heard by their ears,
hardly to be mentioned by ordinary men at such periods as these
without an inward quaking. But, nevertheless, it was he who was
supposed to rule them. Euphemism required that his name should
be mentioned at no public meetings in connexion with the coming
election; but, nevertheless, most men in the county believed that
he could send his dog up to the House of Commons as member for West
Barsetshire if it so pleased him.

It was supposed, therefore, that our friend Sowerby would have no
chance; but he was lucky in finding assistance in a quarter from
which he certainly had not deserved it. He had been a staunch friend
of the gods during the whole of his political life,--as, indeed, was
to be expected, seeing that he had been the duke's nominee; but,
nevertheless, on the present occasion, all the giants connected with
the county came forward to his rescue. They did not do this with the
acknowledged purpose of opposing the duke; they declared that they
were actuated by a generous disinclination to see an old county
member put from his seat; but the world knew that the battle was to
be waged against the great Llama. It was to be a contest between the
powers of aristocracy and the powers of oligarchy, as those powers
existed in West Barsetshire,--and, it may be added, that democracy
would have very little to say to it, on one side or on the other.
The lower order of voters, the small farmers and tradesmen, would no
doubt range themselves on the side of the duke, and would endeavour
to flatter themselves that they were thereby furthering the views of
the Liberal side; but they would in fact be led to the poll by an
old-fashioned, time-honoured adherence to the will of their great
Llama; and by an apprehension of evil if that Llama should arise and
shake himself in his wrath. What might not come to the county if the
Llama were to walk himself off, he with his satellites and armies and
courtiers? There he was, a great Llama; and though he came among them
but seldom, and was scarcely seen when he did come, nevertheless--and
not the less but rather the more--was obedience to him considered as
salutary and opposition regarded as dangerous. A great rural Llama
is still sufficiently mighty in rural England. But the priest of
the temple, Mr. Fothergill, was frequent enough in men's eyes, and
it was beautiful to hear with how varied a voice he alluded to the
things around him and to the changes which were coming. To the small
farmers, not only on the Gatherum property, but on others also, he
spoke of the duke as a beneficent influence shedding prosperity on
all around him, keeping up prices by his presence, and forbidding
the poor rates to rise above one and fourpence in the pound by the
general employment which he occasioned. Men must be mad, he thought,
who would willingly fly in the duke's face. To the squires from a
distance he declared that no one had a right to charge the duke
with any interference; as far, at least, as he knew the duke's mind.
People would talk of things of which they understood nothing. Could
any one say that he had traced a single request for a vote home to
the duke? All this did not alter the settled conviction on men's
minds; but it had its effect, and tended to increase the mystery in
which the duke's doings were enveloped. But to his own familiars, to
the gentry immediately around him, Mr. Fothergill merely winked his
eye. They knew what was what, and so did he. The duke had never been
bit yet in such matters, and Mr. Fothergill did not think that he
would now submit himself to any such operation.

I never heard in what manner and at what rate Mr. Fothergill received
remuneration for the various services performed by him with reference
to the duke's property in Barsetshire; but I am very sure that,
whatever might be the amount, he earned it thoroughly. Never was
there a more faithful partisan, or one who, in his partisanship, was
more discreet. In this matter of the coming election he declared that
he himself--personally, on his own hook--did intend to bestir himself
actively on behalf of Lord Dumbello. Mr. Sowerby was an old friend of
his, and a very good fellow. That was true. But all the world must
admit that Sowerby was not in the position which a county member
ought to occupy. He was a ruined man, and it would not be for his own
advantage that he should be maintained in a position which was fit
only for a man of property. He knew--he, Fothergill--that Mr. Sowerby
must abandon all right and claim to Chaldicotes; and if so, what
would be more absurd than to acknowledge that he had a right and
claim to the seat in Parliament? As to Lord Dumbello, it was probable
that he would soon become one of the largest landowners in the
county; and, as such, who could be more fit for the representation?
Beyond this, Mr. Fothergill was not ashamed to confess--so he
said--that he hoped to hold Lord Dumbello's agency. It would be
compatible with his other duties, and therefore, as a matter of
course, he intended to support Lord Dumbello; he himself, that is. As
to the duke's mind in the matter--! But I have already explained how
Mr. Fothergill disposed of that.

In these days, Mr. Sowerby came down to his own house--for ostensibly
it was still his own house--but he came very quietly, and his arrival
was hardly known in his own village. Though his placard was stuck
up so widely, he himself took no electioneering steps; none, at
least, as yet. The protection against arrest which he derived from
Parliament would soon be over, and those who were most bitter against
the duke averred that steps would be taken to arrest him, should he
give sufficient opportunity to the myrmidons of the law. That he
would, in such case, be arrested was very likely; but it was not
likely that this would be done in any way at the duke's instance. Mr.
Fothergill declared indignantly that this insinuation made him very
angry; but he was too prudent a man to be very angry at anything, and
he knew how to make capital on his own side of charges such as these
which overshot their own mark. Mr. Sowerby came down very quietly to
Chaldicotes, and there he remained for a couple of days, quite alone.
The place bore a very different aspect now to that which we noticed
when Mark Robarts drove up to it, in the early pages of this little
narrative. There were no lights in the windows now, and no voices
came from the stables; no dogs barked, and all was dead and silent
as the grave. During the greater portion of those two days he sat
alone within the house, almost unoccupied. He did not even open his
letters, which lay piled on a crowded table in the small breakfast
parlour in which he sat; for the letters of such men come in piles,
and there are few of them which are pleasant in the reading. There
he sat, troubled with thoughts which were sad enough, now and then
moving to and fro the house, but for the most part occupied in
thinking over the position to which he had brought himself. What
would he be in the world's eye, if he ceased to be the owner of
Chaldicotes, and ceased also to be the member for his county? He
had lived ever before the world, and, though always harassed by
encumbrances, had been sustained and comforted by the excitement of
a prominent position. His debts and difficulties had hitherto been
bearable, and he had borne them with ease so long that he had almost
taught himself to think that they would never be unendurable. But
now--

The order for foreclosing had gone forth, and the harpies of the law,
by their present speed in sticking their claws into the carcass of
his property, were atoning to themselves for the delay with which
they had hitherto been compelled to approach their prey. And the
order as to his seat had gone forth also. That placard had been drawn
up by the combined efforts of his sister, Miss Dunstable, and a
certain well-known electioneering agent, named Closerstill, presumed
to be in the interest of the giants. But poor Sowerby had but little
confidence in the placard. No one knew better than he how great was
the duke's power. He was hopeless, therefore, as he walked about
through those empty rooms, thinking of his past life and of that life
which was to come. Would it not be well for him that he were dead,
now that he was dying to all that had made the world pleasant? We see
and hear of such men as Mr. Sowerby, and are apt to think that they
enjoy all that the world can give, and that they enjoy that all
without payment either in care or labour; but I doubt that, with
even the most callous of them, their periods of wretchedness must
be frequent, and that wretchedness very intense. Salmon and lamb in
February, and green pease and new potatoes in March, can hardly make
a man happy, even though nobody pays for them; and the feeling that
one is an _antecedentem scelestum_ after whom a sure, though lame,
Nemesis is hobbling, must sometimes disturb one's slumbers. On the
present occasion Scelestus felt that his Nemesis had overtaken him.
Lame as she had been, and swift as he had run, she had mouthed him at
last, and there was nothing left for him but to listen to the "whoop"
set up at the sight of his own death-throes.

It was a melancholy, dreary place now, that big house of Chaldicotes;
and though the woods were all green with their early leaves, and the
garden thick with flowers, they also were melancholy and dreary.
The lawns were untrimmed and weeds were growing through the gravel,
and here and there a cracked Dryad, tumbled from her pedestal and
sprawling in the grass, gave a look of disorder to the whole place.
The wooden trellis-work was shattered here and bending there, the
standard rose-trees were stooping to the ground, and the leaves of
the winter still encumbered the borders. Late in the evening of the
second day Mr. Sowerby strolled out, and went through the gardens
into the wood. Of all the inanimate things of the world this wood of
Chaldicotes was the dearest to him. He was not a man to whom his
companions gave much credit for feelings or thoughts akin to poetry,
but here, out in the Chace, his mind would be almost poetical. While
wandering among the forest trees, he became susceptible of the
tenderness of human nature: he would listen to the birds singing,
and pick here and there a wild flower on his path. He would watch
the decay of the old trees and the progress of the young, and make
pictures in his eyes of every turn in the wood. He would mark the
colour of a bit of road as it dipped into a dell, and then, passing
through a water-course, rose brown, rough, irregular, and beautiful
against the bank on the other side. And then he would sit and think
of his old family: how they had roamed there time out of mind in
those Chaldicotes woods, father and son and grandson in regular
succession, each giving them over, without blemish or decrease, to
his successor. So he would sit; and so he did sit even now, and,
thinking of these things, wished that he had never been born.

It was dark night when he returned to the house, and as he did so he
resolved that he would quit the place altogether, and give up the
battle as lost. The duke should take it and do as he pleased with
it; and as for the seat in Parliament, Lord Dumbello, or any other
equally gifted young patrician, might hold it for him. He would
vanish from the scene and betake himself to some land from whence he
would be neither heard nor seen, and there--starve. Such were now his
future outlooks into the world; and yet, as regards health and all
physical capacities, he knew that he was still in the prime of his
life. Yes; in the prime of his life! But what could he do with what
remained to him of such prime? How could he turn either his mind or
his strength to such account as might now be serviceable? How could
he, in his sore need, earn for himself even the barest bread? Would
it not be better for him that he should die? Let not any one covet
the lot of a spendthrift, even though the days of his early pease and
champagne seem to be unnumbered; for that lame Nemesis will surely be
up before the game has been all played out. When Mr. Sowerby reached
his house he found that a message by telegraph had arrived for him
in his absence. It was from his sister, and it informed him that she
would be with him that night. She was coming down by the mail train,
had telegraphed to Barchester for post-horses, and would be at
Chaldicotes about two hours after midnight. It was therefore manifest
enough that her business was of importance. Exactly at two the
Barchester post-chaise did arrive, and Mrs. Harold Smith, before she
retired to her bed, was closeted for about an hour with her brother.
"Well," she said, the following morning, as they sat together at the
breakfast table, "what do you say to it now? If you accept her offer
you should be with her lawyer this afternoon."

"I suppose I must accept it," said he.

"Certainly, I think so. No doubt it will take the property out of
your own hands as completely as though the duke had it, but it will
leave you the house, at any rate, for your life."

"What good will the house be, when I can't keep it up?"

"But I am not so sure of that. She will not want more than her fair
interest; and as it will be thoroughly well managed, I should think
that there would be something over--something enough to keep up the
house. And then, you know, we must have some place in the country."

"I tell you fairly, Harriet, that I will have nothing further to do
with Harold in the way of money."

"Ah! that was because you would go to him. Why did you not come to
me? And then, Nathaniel, it is the only way in which you can have a
chance of keeping the seat. She is the queerest woman I ever met, but
she seems resolved on beating the duke."

"I do not quite understand it, but I have not the slightest
objection."

"She thinks that he is interfering with young Gresham about the Crown
property. I had no idea that she had so much business at her fingers'
ends. When I first proposed the matter she took it up quite as a
lawyer might, and seemed to have forgotten altogether what occurred
about that other matter."

"I wish I could forget it also," said Mr. Sowerby.

"I really think that she does. When I was obliged to make some
allusion to it--at least I felt myself obliged, and was very sorry
afterwards that I did--she merely laughed--a great loud laugh as she
always does, and then went on about the business. However, she was
clear about this, that all the expenses of the election should be
added to the sum to be advanced by her, and that the house should be
left to you without any rent. If you choose to take the land round
the house you must pay for it, by the acre, as the tenants do. She
was as clear about it all as though she had passed her life in a
lawyer's office."

My readers will now pretty well understand what last step that
excellent sister, Mrs. Harold Smith, had taken on her brother's
behalf, nor will they be surprised to learn that in the course
of the day Mr. Sowerby hurried back to town and put himself into
communication with Miss Dunstable's lawyer.

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