The Duke’s Children

London, and from her it was possible that he might find consolation. He had written to her soon after reaching Harrington, telling her that he had had it all out with the governor. “There is a good deal that I can only tell you when I see you,” he said. Then he assured her with many lover’s protestations that he was and always would be till death altogether her own most loving S. To this he had received an answer by return of post. She would be delighted to see him up in town⁠—as would her father and mother. They had now got a comfortable house in Brook Street. And then she signed herself his sincere friend, Isabel. Silverbridge thought that it was cold, and remembered certain scraps in another feminine handwriting in which more passion was expressed. Perhaps this was the way with American young ladies when they were in love.

“Yes,” said the Duke, “I am glad that you have come up at once, as Sir Timothy should have his answer without further delay.”

“But what shall I say?”

The Duke, though he had already considered the matter very seriously, nevertheless took a few minutes to consider it again. “The offer,” said he, “must be acknowledged as very flattering.”

“But the circumstances are not usual.”

“It cannot often be the case that a minister should ask the son of his keenest political opponent to render him such a service. But, however, we will put that aside.”

“Not quite, sir.”

“For the present we will put that on one side. Not looking at the party which you may be called upon to support, having for the moment no regard to this or that line in politics, there is no opening to the real duties of parliamentary life which I would sooner see accorded to you than this.”

“But if I were to break down?” Talking to his father he could not quite venture to ask what might happen if he were to “come a cropper.”

“None but the brave deserve the fair,” said the Duke slapping his hands upon the table. “Why, if we fail, ‘We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we’ll not fail.’ What high point would ever be reached if caution such as that were allowed to prevail? What young men have done before cannot you do? I have no doubt of your capacity. None.”

“Haven’t you, sir?” said Silverbridge, considerably gratified⁠—and also surprised.

“None in the least. But, perhaps, some of your diligence.”

“I could learn it by heart, sir⁠—if you mean that.”

“But I don’t mean that; or rather I mean much more than that. You have first to realise in your mind the thing to be said, and then the words in which you should say it, before you come to learning by heart.”

“Some of them I suppose would tell me what to say.”

“No doubt with your inexperience it would be unfit that you should be left entirely to yourself. But I would wish you to know⁠—perhaps I should say to feel⁠—that the sentiments to be expressed by you were just.”

“I should have to praise Sir Timothy.”

“Not that necessarily. But you would have to advocate that course in Parliament which Sir Timothy and his friends have taken and propose to take.”

“But I hate him like poison.”

“There need be no personal feeling in the matter. I remember that when I moved the address in your house Mr. Mildmay was Prime Minister⁠—a man for whom my regard and esteem were unbounded⁠—who had been in political matters the preceptor of my youth, whom as a patriotic statesman I almost worshipped, whom I now remember as a man whose departure from the arena of politics left the country very destitute. No one has sprung up since like to him⁠—or hardly second to him. But in speaking on so large a subject as the policy of a party, I thought it beneath me to eulogise a man. The same policy reversed may keep you silent respecting Sir Timothy.”

“I needn’t of course say what I think about him.”

“I suppose you do agree with Sir Timothy as to his general policy? On no other condition can you undertake such a duty.”

“Of course I have voted with him.”

“So I have observed⁠—not so regularly perhaps as Mr. Roby would have desired.” Mr. Roby was the Conservative whip.

“And I suppose the people at Silverbridge expect me to support him.”

“I hardly know how that may be. They used to be contented with my poor services. No doubt they feel they have changed for the better.”

“You shouldn’t say that, sir.”

“I am bound to suppose that they think so, because when the matter was left in their own hands they at once elected a Conservative. You need not fear that you will offend them by seconding the address. They will probably feel proud to see their young member brought forward on such an occasion; as I shall be proud to see my son.”

“You would if it were on the other side, sir.”

“Yes, Silverbridge, yes; I should be very proud if it were on the other side. But there is a useful old adage which bids us not cry for spilt milk. You have a right to your opinions, though perhaps I may think that in adopting what I must call new opinions you were a little precipitate. We cannot act together in politics. But not the less on that account do I wish to see you take an active and useful part on that side to which you have attached yourself.” As he said this he rose from his seat and spoke with emphasis, as though he were addressing some imaginary Speaker or a house of legislators around. “I shall be proud to hear you second the address. If you do it as gracefully and as fitly as I am sure you may if you will give yourself the trouble, I shall hear you do it with infinite satisfaction, even though I shall feel at the same time anxious to answer all your