THE PRIME MINISTER (101 page)

‘I don’t know what you mean. This is your proper home.’

‘No; – it is not my home. I ought to have forfeited it. I ought to go where I could work and be of some use in the world.’

‘You might be of use if you chose, my dear. Your proper career is before you if you would condescend to accept it. It is not for me to persuade you, but I can
see and feel the truth. Till you can bring yourself to do that, your days will be blighted, – and so will mine.
You have made one great mistake in life. Stop a moment. I do not speak often, but I wish you to listen to me now. Such mistakes do generally produce misery and ruin to all who are concerned. With you it chances that it may be otherwise. You can put your foot again upon the firm ground
and recover everything. Of course there must be a struggle. One person has to struggle with circumstances, another with his foes, and a third with his own feelings. I can understand that there should be such a struggle with you; but it ought to be made. You ought to be brave enough and strong enough to conquer your regrets, and to begin again. In no other way can you do anything for me or for yourself.
To talk of going away is childish nonsense. Whither would you go? I shall not urge you any more, but I would not have you talk to me in that way.’ Then he got up and left the room and the house and went down to his club, – in order that she might think of what he had said in solitude.

And she did think of it; – but still continually with an assurance to herself that her father did not understand
her feelings. The career of which he spoke was no doubt open to her, but she could not regard it as that which it was proper that she should fulfil, as he did. When she told her lover that she had lain among the pots till she was black and defiled, she expressed in the strongest language that which was her real conviction. He did not think her to have been defiled, – or at any rate thought that
she might again bear the wings of a dove; but she felt it, and therefore knew herself to be unfit. She had said it all to her lover in the strongest words she could find, but she could not repeat them to her father. The next morning, when he came into the parlour where she was already sitting, she looked up at him almost reproachfully. Did he think that a woman was a piece of furniture which you
can mend, and re-varnish, and fit out with new ornaments, and then send out for use, second-hand indeed, but for all purposes as good as new?

Then, while she was in this frame of mind, Everett came in upon her unawares, and with his almost boisterous happiness succeeded for a while in changing the current of her thoughts. He was of course now uppermost in his own thoughts. The last few months
had made so much of him that he might be excused for being unable to sink himself in the presence of others. He was the heir to the baronetcy, – and to the double fortunes of the two old men. And he was going to
be married in a manner as everyone told him to increase the glory and stability of the family. ‘It’s all nonsense about your not coming down,’ he said. She smiled and shook her head. ‘I
can only tell you that it will give the greatest offence to everyone. If you knew how much they talk about you down there I don’t think you would like to hurt them.’

‘Of course I would not like to hurt them.’

‘And considering that you have no other brother –’

‘Oh, Everett!’

‘I think more about it, perhaps, than you do. I think you owe it me to come down. You will never probably have another
chance of being present at your brother’s marriage.’ This he said in a tone that was almost lachrymose.

‘A wedding, Everett, should be merry.’

‘I don’t know about that It is a very serious sort of thing, to my way of thinking. When Mary got your letter it nearly broke her heart. I think I have a right to expect it, and if you don’t come I shall feel myself injured. I don’t see what is the use
of having a family if the members of it do not stick together. What would you think if I were to desert you?’

‘Desert you, Everett!’

‘Well, yes; – it is something of the kind. I have made my request, and you can comply with it or not as you please.’

‘I will go,’ she said very slowly. Then she left him and went to her own room to think in what description of garments she could appear at a wedding
with the least violence to the conditions of her life.

‘I have got her to say she’ll come,’ he said to his father that evening. ‘If you leave her to me I’ll bring her round.’

Soon after that, – within a day or two, – there came out a paragraph in one of the fashionable newspapers of the day, saying that an alliance had been arranged between the heir to the Wharton title and property and the
daughter of the present baronet. I think that this had probably originated in the club gossip. I trust it did not spring directly from the activity or ambition of Everett himself.

For the first day or two after the resignation of the Ministry the Duchess appeared to take no further notice of the matter. An ungrateful world had repudiated her and her husband, and he had foolishly assisted and given way to the repudiation. All her grand aspirations were at an end. All her triumphs were over. And worse than that; there was present to her a conviction
that she never had really triumphed. There never had come the happy moment in which she had felt herself to be dominant over other women. She had toiled and struggled, she had battled and occasionally submitted; and yet there was present to her a feeling that she had stood higher in public estimation as Lady Glencora Palliser, – whose position had been all her own and had not depended on her
husband, – than now she had done as Duchess of Omnium, and wife of the Prime Minister of England. She had meant to be something, she knew not what, greater than had been the wives of other Prime Ministers and other Dukes; and now she felt that in her failure she had been almost ridiculous. And the failure, she thought, had been his, – or hers, – rather than that of circumstances. If he had been less
scrupulous and more persistent it might have been different, – or if she had been more discreet. Sometimes she felt her own failing so violently as to acquit him almost entirely. At other times she was almost beside herself with anger because all her losses seemed to have arisen from want of stubbornness on his part. When he had told her that he and his followers had determined to resign because
they had beaten their foes by a majority only of nine, she took it into her head that he was in fault. Why should he go while his supporters were more numerous than his opponents? It was useless to bid him think over it again. Though she was far from understanding all the circumstances of the game, she did know that he could not remain after having arranged with his colleagues that he would go.
So she became cross and sullen; and while he was going to Windsor and back and setting his house in order, and preparing the way for his successor, – whoever
that successor might be, – she was moody and silent, dreaming over some impossible condition of things in accordance with which he might have remained Prime Minister – almost for ever.

On the Sunday after the fatal division, – the division
which the Duchess would not allow to have been fatal, – she came across him somewhere in the house. She had hardly spoken to him since he had come into her room that night and told her that all was over. She had said that she was unwell and had kept out of sight; and he had been here and there, between Windsor and the Treasury Chambers, and had been glad to escape from her ill-humour. But she could
not endure any longer the annoyance of having to get all her news through Mrs Finn, – second hand, or third hand, and now found herself driven to capitulate. ‘Well,’ said she; ‘how is it all going to be? I suppose you do not know or you would have told me?’

‘There is very little to tell.’

‘Mr Monk is to be Prime Minister?’ she asked.

‘I did not say so. But it is not impossible.’

‘Has the Queen
sent for him?’

‘Not as yet Her Majesty has seen both Mr Gresham and Mr Daubeny as well as myself. It does not seem a very easy thing to make a Ministry just at present’

‘Why should not you go back?’

‘I do not think that is on the cards.’

‘Why not? Ever so many men have done it, after going out, – and why not you? I remember Mr Mildmay doing it twice. It is always the thing, when the man who
has been sent for makes a mess of it, for the old minister to have another chance.’

‘But what if the old minister will not take the chance?’

‘Then it is the old minister’s fault. Why shouldn’t you take the chance as well as another? It isn’t many days ago since you were quite anxious to remain in. I thought you were going to break your heart because people even talked of your going.’

‘I was
going to break my heart, as you call it,’ he said smiling, ‘not because people talked of my ceasing to be minister, but because the feeling of the House of Commons justified people in so saying. I hope you see the difference.’

‘No, I don’t. And there is no difference. The people we are talking
about are the members, – and they have supported you. You could go on if you chose. I’m sure Mr Monk
wouldn’t leave you.’

‘It is just what Mr Monk would do, and ought to do. No one is less likely than Mr Monk to behave badly in such an emergency. The more I see of Mr Monk, the higher I think of him.’

‘He has his own game to play as well as others.’

‘I think he has no game to play but that of his country. It is no use our discussing it, Cora.’

‘Of course I understand nothing, because I’m a
woman.’

‘You understand a great deal, – but not quite all. You may at any rate understand this, – that our troubles are at an end. You were saying but the other day that the labours of being a Prime Minister’s wife had been almost too many for you.’

‘I never said so. As long as you didn’t give way no labour was too much for me. I would have done anything, – slaved morning and night, – so that
we might have succeeded. I hate being beat I’d sooner be cut in pieces.’

‘There is no help for it now, Cora. The Lord Mayor, you know, is only Lord Mayor for one year, and must then go back to private life.’

‘But men have been Prime Ministers for ten years at a time. If you have made up your mind, I suppose we may as well give up. I shall always think it your own fault.’ He still smiled. ‘I
shall,’ she said.

‘Oh, Cora!’

‘I can only speak as I feel.’

‘I don’t think you would speak as you do, if you knew how much your words hurt me. In such a matter as this I should not be justified in allowing your opinions to have weight with me. But your sympathy would be so much to me!’

‘When I thought it was making you ill, I wished that you might be spared.’

‘My illness would be nothing,
but my honour is everything. I, too, have something to bear as well as you, and if you cannot approve of what I do, at any rate be silent’

‘Yes; – I can be silent’ Then he slowly left her. As he went she was almost tempted to yield, and to throw herself into his arms, and to promise that she would be soft to him, and to say that she was sure that all that he did was for the best. But she could
not bring
herself as yet to be good-humoured. If he had only been a little stronger, a little thicker-skinned, made of clay a little coarser, a little other than he was, it might all have been so different!

Early on that Sunday afternoon she had herself driven to Mrs Finn’s house in Park Lane, instead of waiting for her friend. Latterly she had but seldom done this, finding that her presence
at home was much wanted. She had been filled with, perhaps, foolish ideas of the necessity of doing something, – of adding something to the strength of her husband’s position, – and had certainly been diligent in her work. But now she might run about like any other woman. ‘This is an honour, Duchess,’ said Mrs Finn.

‘Don’t be sarcastic, Marie. We have nothing further to do with the bestowal of
honours. Why didn’t he make everybody a peer or a baronet while he was about it? Lord Finn! I don’t see why he shouldn’t have been Lord Finn. I’m sure he deserved it for the way in which he attacked Sir Timothy Beeswax.’

‘I don’t think he’d like it’

‘They all say so, but I suppose they do like it, or they wouldn’t take it And I’d have made Locock a knight; – Sir James Locock. He’d make a more
knightly knight than Sir Timothy. When a man has power he ought to use it. It makes people respect him. Mr Daubeny made a duke, and people think more of that than anything he did. Is Mr Finn going to join the new Ministry?’

‘If you can tell me, Duchess, who is to be the new minister, I can give a guess.’

‘Mr Monk.’

‘Then he certainly will.’

‘Or Mr Daubeny.’

‘Then he certainly won’t’

‘Or
Mr Gresham.’

‘That I could not answer.’

‘Or the Duke of Omnium.’

‘That would depend upon his Grace. If the Duke came back, Mr Finn’s services would be at his disposal, whether in or out of office.’

‘Very prettily said, my dear. I never look round this room without thinking of the first time I came here. Do you remember, when I found the old man sitting there?’ The old man alluded to was the
late Duke.

‘I am not likely to forget it, Duchess.’

‘How I hated you when I saw you! What a fright I thought you were! I pictured you to myself as a sort of ogre, willing to eat up everybody for the gratification of your own vanity.’

‘I was very vain, but there was a little pride with it’

‘And now it has come to pass that I can’t very well live without you. How he did love you!’

‘His Grace
was very good to me.’

‘It would have done no great harm, after all, if he had made you Duchess of Omnium.’

‘Very great harm to me, Lady Glen. As it is I got a friend that I love dearly, and a husband that I love dearly too. In the other case I should have had neither. Perhaps I may say, that in that other case my life would not have been brightened by the affection of the present Duchess.’

‘One can’t tell how it would have gone, but I well remember the state I was in then.’ The door opened and Phineas Finn entered the room. ‘What, Mr Finn, are you at home? I thought everybody was crowding down at the clubs, to know who is to be what We are settled. We are quiet. We have nothing to do to disturb ourselves. But you ought to be in all the flutter of renewed expectation.’