CHAPTER LIV.

THE INDIA OFFICE.

The Conservative party at this particular period was putting its

shoulder to the wheel,--not to push the coach up any hill, but

to prevent its being hurried along at a pace which was not only

dangerous, but manifestly destructive. The Conservative party now and

then does put its shoulder to the wheel, ostensibly with the great

national object above named; but also actuated by a natural desire to

keep its own head well above water and be generally doing something,

so that other parties may not suppose that it is moribund. There are,

no doubt, members of it who really think that when some object has

been achieved,--when, for instance, a good old Tory has been squeezed

into Parliament for the borough of Porcorum, which for the last three

parliaments has been represented by a Liberal,--the coach has been

really stopped. To them, in their delightful faith, there comes at

these triumphant moments a conviction that after all the people as

a people have not been really in earnest in their efforts to take

something from the greatness of the great, and to add something to

the lowliness of the lowly. The handle of the windlass has been

broken, the wheel is turning fast the reverse way, and the rope

of Radical progress is running back. Who knows what may not be

regained if the Conservative party will only put its shoulder to the

wheel and take care that the handle of the windlass be not mended!

Sticinthemud, which has ever been a doubtful little borough, has

just been carried by a majority of fifteen! A long pull, a strong

pull, and a pull altogether,--and the old day will come back again.

Venerable patriarchs think of Lord Liverpool and other heroes, and

dream dreams of Conservative bishops, Conservative lord-lieutenants,

and of a Conservative ministry that shall remain in for a generation.

Such a time was now present. Porcorum and Sticinthemud had done their

duty valiantly,--with much management. But Westminster! If this

special seat for Westminster could be carried, the country then could

hardly any longer have a doubt on the matter. If only Mr. Melmotte

could be got in for Westminster, it would be manifest that the people

were sound at heart, and that all the great changes which had been

effected during the last forty years,--from the first reform in

Parliament down to the Ballot,--had been managed by the cunning and

treachery of a few ambitious men. Not, however, that the Ballot was

just now regarded by the party as an unmitigated evil, though it

was the last triumph of Radical wickedness. The Ballot was on the

whole popular with the party. A short time since, no doubt it was

regarded by the party as being one and the same as national ruin and

national disgrace. But it had answered well at Porcorum, and with due

manipulation had been found to be favourable at Sticinthemud. The

Ballot might perhaps help the long pull and the strong pull,--and, in

spite of the ruin and disgrace, was thought by some just now to be a

highly Conservative measure. It was considered that the Ballot might

assist Melmotte at Westminster very materially.

Any one reading the Conservative papers of the time, and hearing the

Conservative speeches in the borough,--any one at least who lived so

remote as not to have learned what these things really mean,--would

have thought that England's welfare depended on Melmotte's return.

In the enthusiasm of the moment, the attacks made on his character

were answered by eulogy as loud as the censure was bitter. The chief

crime laid to his charge was connected with the ruin of some great

continental assurance company, as to which it was said that he had

so managed it as to leave it utterly stranded, with an enormous

fortune of his own. It was declared that every shilling which he had

brought to England with him had consisted of plunder stolen from

the shareholders in the company. Now the "Evening Pulpit," in its

endeavour to make the facts of this transaction known, had placed

what it called the domicile of this company in Paris, whereas it was

ascertained that its official head-quarters had in truth been placed

at Vienna. Was not such a blunder as this sufficient to show that no

merchant of higher honour than Mr. Melmotte had ever adorned the

Exchanges of modern capitals? And then two different newspapers of

the time, both of them antagonistic to Melmotte, failed to be in

accord on a material point. One declared that Mr. Melmotte was not in

truth possessed of any wealth. The other said that he had derived his

wealth from those unfortunate shareholders. Could anything betray

so bad a cause as contradictions such as these? Could anything

be so false, so weak, so malignant, so useless, so wicked, so

self-condemned,--in fact, so "Liberal" as a course of action such

as this? The belief naturally to be deduced from such statements,

nay, the unavoidable conviction on the minds--of, at any rate, the

Conservative newspapers--was that Mr. Melmotte had accumulated an

immense fortune, and that he had never robbed any shareholder of a

shilling.

The friends of Melmotte had moreover a basis of hope, and were

enabled to sound premonitory notes of triumph, arising from causes

quite external to their party. The "Breakfast Table" supported

Melmotte, but the "Breakfast Table" was not a Conservative organ.

This support was given, not to the great man's political opinions, as

to which a well-known writer in that paper suggested that the great

man had probably not as yet given very much attention to the party

questions which divided the country,--but to his commercial position.

It was generally acknowledged that few men living,--perhaps no man

alive,--had so acute an insight into the great commercial questions

of the age as Mr. Augustus Melmotte. In whatever part of the world he

might have acquired his commercial experience,--for it had been said

repeatedly that Melmotte was not an Englishman,--he now made London

his home and Great Britain his country, and it would be for the

welfare of the country that such a man should sit in the British

Parliament. Such were the arguments used by the "Breakfast Table" in

supporting Mr. Melmotte. This was, of course, an assistance;--and not

the less so because it was asserted in other papers that the country

would be absolutely disgraced by his presence in Parliament. The

hotter the opposition the keener will be the support. Honest good

men, men who really loved their country, fine gentlemen, who had

received unsullied names from great ancestors, shed their money right

and left, and grew hot in personally energetic struggles to have this

man returned to Parliament as the head of the great Conservative

mercantile interests of Great Britain!

There was one man who thoroughly believed that the thing at the

present moment most essentially necessary to England's glory was the

return of Mr. Melmotte for Westminster. This man was undoubtedly a

very ignorant man. He knew nothing of any one political question

which had vexed England for the last half century,--nothing whatever

of the political history which had made England what it was at the

beginning of that half century. Of such names as Hampden, Somers, and

Pitt he had hardly ever heard. He had probably never read a book in

his life. He knew nothing of the working of parliament, nothing of

nationality,--had no preference whatever for one form of government

over another, never having given his mind a moment's trouble on

the subject. He had not even reflected how a despotic monarch or

a federal republic might affect himself, and possibly did not

comprehend the meaning of those terms. But yet he was fully confident

that England did demand and ought to demand that Mr. Melmotte should

be returned for Westminster. This man was Mr. Melmotte himself.

In this conjunction of his affairs Mr. Melmotte certainly lost his

head. He had audacity almost sufficient for the very dangerous game

which he was playing; but, as crisis heaped itself upon crisis, he

became deficient in prudence. He did not hesitate to speak of himself

as the man who ought to represent Westminster, and of those who

opposed him as little malignant beings who had mean interests of

their own to serve. He went about in his open carriage, with Lord

Alfred at his left hand, with a look on his face which seemed to

imply that Westminster was not good enough for him. He even hinted

to certain political friends that at the next general election he

should try the City. Six months since he had been a humble man to a

Lord,--but now he scolded Earls and snubbed Dukes, and yet did it in

a manner which showed how proud he was of connecting himself with

their social pre-eminence, and how ignorant of the manner in which

such pre-eminence affects English gentlemen generally. The more

arrogant he became the more vulgar he was, till even Lord Alfred

would almost be tempted to rush away to impecuniosity and freedom.

Perhaps there were some with whom this conduct had a salutary effect.

No doubt arrogance will produce submission; and there are men who

take other men at the price those other men put upon themselves. Such

persons could not refrain from thinking Melmotte to be mighty because

he swaggered; and gave their hinder parts to be kicked merely because

he put up his toe. We all know men of this calibre,--and how they

seem to grow in number. But the net result of his personal demeanour

was injurious; and it was debated among some of the warmest of his

supporters whether a hint should not be given him. "Couldn't Lord

Alfred say a word to him?" said the Honourable Beauchamp Beauclerk,

who, himself in Parliament, a leading man in his party, thoroughly

well acquainted with the borough, wealthy and connected by blood with

half the great Conservative families in the kingdom, had been moving

heaven and earth on behalf of the great financial king, and working

like a slave for his success.

"Alfred's more than half afraid of him," said Lionel Lupton, a young

aristocrat, also in Parliament, who had been inoculated with the

idea that the interests of the party demanded Melmotte in Parliament,

but who would have given up his Scotch shooting rather than have

undergone Melmotte's company for a day.

"Something really must be done, Mr. Beauclerk," said Mr. Jones, who

was the leading member of a very wealthy firm of builders in the

borough, who had become a Conservative politician, who had thoughts

of the House for himself, but who never forgot his own position. "He

is making a great many personal enemies."

"He's the finest old turkey cock out," said Lionel Lupton.

Then it was decided that Mr. Beauclerk should speak a word to Lord

Alfred. The rich man and the poor man were cousins, and had always

been intimate. "Alfred," said the chosen mentor at the club one

afternoon, "I wonder whether you couldn't say something to Melmotte

about his manner." Lord Alfred turned sharp round and looked into his

companion's face. "They tell me he is giving offence. Of course he

doesn't mean it. Couldn't he draw it a little milder?"

Lord Alfred made his reply almost in a whisper. "If you ask me, I

don't think he could. If you got him down and trampled on him, you

might make him mild. I don't think there's any other way."

"You couldn't speak to him, then?"

"Not unless I did it with a horsewhip."

This, coming from Lord Alfred, who was absolutely dependent on the

man, was very strong. Lord Alfred had been much afflicted that

morning. He had spent some hours with his friend, either going about

the borough in the open carriage, or standing just behind him at

meetings, or sitting close to him in committee-rooms,--and had been

nauseated with Melmotte. When spoken to about his friend he could not

restrain himself. Lord Alfred had been born and bred a gentleman, and

found the position in which he was now earning his bread to be almost

insupportable. It had gone against the grain with him at first, when

he was called Alfred; but now that he was told "just to open the

door," and "just to give that message," he almost meditated revenge.

Lord Nidderdale, who was quick at observation, had seen something of

this in Grosvenor Square, and declared that Lord Alfred had invested

part of his recent savings in a cutting whip. Mr. Beauclerk, when he

had got his answer, whistled and withdrew. But he was true to his

party. Melmotte was not the first vulgar man whom the Conservatives

had taken by the hand, and patted on the back, and told that he was a

god.

The Emperor of China was now in England, and was to be entertained

one night at the India Office. The Secretary of State for the second

great Asiatic Empire was to entertain the ruler of the first. This

was on Saturday the 6th of July, and Melmotte's dinner was to take

place on the following Monday. Very great interest was made by the

London world generally to obtain admission to the India Office,--the

making of such interest consisting in the most abject begging for

tickets of admission, addressed to the Secretary of State, to all

the under secretaries, to assistant secretaries, secretaries of

departments, chief clerks, and to head-messengers and their wives.

If a petitioner could not be admitted as a guest into the splendour

of the reception rooms, might not he,--or she,--be allowed to stand

in some passage whence the Emperor's back might perhaps be seen,--so

that, if possible, the petitioner's name might be printed in the

list of guests which would be published on the next morning? Now Mr.

Melmotte with his family was, of course, supplied with tickets. He,

who was to spend a fortune in giving the Emperor a dinner, was of

course entitled to be present at other places to which the Emperor

would be brought to be shown. Melmotte had already seen the Emperor

at a breakfast in Windsor Park, and at a ball in royal halls. But

hitherto he had not been presented to the Emperor. Presentations have

to be restricted,--if only on the score of time; and it had been

thought that as Mr. Melmotte would of course have some communication

with the hardworked Emperor at his own house, that would suffice. But

he had felt himself to be ill-used and was offended. He spoke with

bitterness to some of his supporters of the Royal Family generally,

because he had not been brought to the front rank either at the

breakfast or at the ball,--and now, at the India Office, was

determined to have his due. But he was not on the list of those whom

the Secretary of State intended on this occasion to present to the

Brother of the Sun.

He had dined freely. At this period of his career he had taken to

dining freely,--which was in itself imprudent, as he had need at all

hours of his best intelligence. Let it not be understood that he

was tipsy. He was a man whom wine did not often affect after that

fashion. But it made him, who was arrogant before, tower in his

arrogance till he was almost sure to totter. It was probably at some

moment after dinner that Lord Alfred decided upon buying the cutting

whip of which he had spoken. Melmotte went with his wife and daughter

to the India Office, and soon left them far in the background with a

request,--we may say an order,--to Lord Alfred to take care of them.

It may be observed here that Marie Melmotte was almost as great a

curiosity as the Emperor himself, and was much noticed as the girl

who had attempted to run away to New York, but had gone without her

lover. Melmotte entertained some foolish idea that as the India

Office was in Westminster, he had a peculiar right to demand an

introduction on this occasion because of his candidature. He did

succeed in getting hold of an unfortunate under secretary of state, a

studious and invaluable young peer, known as Earl De Griffin. He was

a shy man, of enormous wealth, of mediocre intellect, and no great

physical ability, who never amused himself; but worked hard night and

day, and read everything that anybody could write, and more than any

other person could read, about India. Had Mr. Melmotte wanted to know

the exact dietary of the peasants in Orissa, or the revenue of the

Punjaub, or the amount of crime in Bombay, Lord De Griffin would have

informed him without a pause. But in this matter of managing the

Emperor, the under secretary had nothing to do, and would have been

the last man to be engaged in such a service. He was, however, second

in command at the India Office, and of his official rank Melmotte was

unfortunately made aware. "My Lord," said he, by no means hiding

his demand in a whisper, "I am desirous of being presented to his

Imperial Majesty." Lord De Griffin looked at him in despair, not

knowing the great man,--being one of the few men in that room who did

not know him.

"This is Mr. Melmotte," said Lord Alfred, who had deserted the ladies

and still stuck to his master. "Lord De Griffin, let me introduce you

to Mr. Melmotte."

"Oh--oh--oh," said Lord De Griffin, just putting out his hand. "I am

delighted;--ah, yes," and pretending to see somebody, he made a weak

and quite ineffectual attempt to escape.

Melmotte stood directly in his way, and with unabashed audacity

repeated his demand. "I am desirous of being presented to his

Imperial Majesty. Will you do me the honour of making my request

known to Mr. Wilson?" Mr. Wilson was the Secretary of State, who was

as busy as a Secretary of State is sure to be on such an occasion.

"I hardly know," said Lord De Griffin. "I'm afraid it's all arranged.

I don't know anything about it myself."

"You can introduce me to Mr. Wilson."

"He's up there, Mr. Melmotte; and I couldn't get at him. Really you

must excuse me. I'm very sorry. If I see him I'll tell him." And the

poor under secretary again endeavoured to escape.

Mr. Melmotte put up his hand and stopped him. "I'm not going to stand

this kind of thing," he said. The old Marquis of Auld Reekie was

close at hand, the father of Lord Nidderdale, and therefore the

proposed father-in-law of Melmotte's daughter, and he poked his

thumb heavily into Lord Alfred's ribs. "It is generally understood,

I believe," continued Melmotte, "that the Emperor is to do me the

honour of dining at my poor house on Monday. He don't dine there

unless I'm made acquainted with him before he comes. I mean what

I say. I ain't going to entertain even an Emperor unless I'm good

enough to be presented to him. Perhaps you'd better let Mr. Wilson

know, as a good many people intend to come."

"Here's a row," said the old Marquis. "I wish he'd be as good as his

word."

"He has taken a little wine," whispered Lord Alfred. "Melmotte," he

said, still whispering; "upon my word it isn't the thing. They're

only Indian chaps and Eastern swells who are presented here,--not a

fellow among 'em all who hasn't been in India or China, or isn't a

Secretary of State, or something of that kind."

"Then they should have done it at Windsor, or at the ball," said

Melmotte, pulling down his waistcoat. "By George, Alfred! I'm in

earnest, and somebody had better look to it. If I'm not presented to

his Imperial Majesty to-night, by G----, there shall be no dinner

in Grosvenor Square on Monday. I'm master enough of my own house, I

suppose, to be able to manage that."

Here was a row, as the Marquis had said! Lord De Griffin was

frightened, and Lord Alfred felt that something ought to be done.

"There's no knowing how far the pig-headed brute may go in his

obstinacy," Lord Alfred said to Mr. Lupton, who was there. It no

doubt might have been wise to have allowed the merchant prince to

return home with the resolution that his dinner should be abandoned.

He would have repented probably before the next morning; and had

he continued obdurate it would not have been difficult to explain

to Celestial Majesty that something preferable had been found for

that particular evening even to a banquet at the house of British

commerce. The Government would probably have gained the seat for

Westminster, as Melmotte would at once have become very unpopular

with the great body of his supporters. But Lord De Griffin was not

the man to see this. He did make his way up to Mr. Wilson, and

explained to the Amphytrion of the night the demand which was made

on his hospitality. A thoroughly well-established and experienced

political Minister of State always feels that if he can make a friend

or appease an enemy without paying a heavy price he will be doing a

good stroke of business. "Bring him up," said Mr. Wilson. "He's going

to do something out in the East, isn't he?" "Nothing in India," said

Lord De Griffin. "The submarine telegraph is quite impossible." Mr.

Wilson, instructing some satellite to find out in what way he might

properly connect Mr. Melmotte with China, sent Lord De Griffin away

with his commission.

"My dear Alfred, just allow me to manage these things myself," Mr.

Melmotte was saying when the under secretary returned. "I know my own

position and how to keep it. There shall be no dinner. I'll be d----

if any of the lot shall dine in Grosvenor Square on Monday." Lord

Alfred was so astounded that he was thinking of making his way to

the Prime Minister, a man whom he abhorred and didn't know, and of

acquainting him with the terrible calamity which was threatened. But

the arrival of the under secretary saved him the trouble.

"If you will come with me," whispered Lord De Griffin, "it shall be

managed. It isn't just the thing, but as you wish it, it shall be

done."

"I do wish it," said Melmotte aloud. He was one of those men whom

success never mollified, whose enjoyment of a point gained always

demanded some hoarse note of triumph from his own trumpet.

"If you will be so kind as to follow me," said Lord De Griffin. And

so the thing was done. Melmotte, as he was taken up to the imperial

footstool, was resolved upon making a little speech, forgetful at

the moment of interpreters,--of the double interpreters whom the

Majesty of China required; but the awful, quiescent solemnity of the

celestial one quelled even him, and he shuffled by without saying a

word even of his own banquet.

But he had gained his point, and, as he was taken home to poor Mr.

Longestaffe's house in Bruton Street, was intolerable. Lord Alfred

tried to escape after putting Madame Melmotte and her daughter into

the carriage, but Melmotte insisted on his presence. "You might as

well come, Alfred;--there are two or three things I must settle

before I go to bed."

"I'm about knocked up," said the unfortunate man.

"Knocked up, nonsense! Think what I've been through. I've been all

day at the hardest work a man can do." Had he as usual got in first,

leaving his man-of-all-work to follow, the man-of-all-work would

have escaped. Melmotte, fearing such defection, put his hand on Lord

Alfred's shoulder, and the poor fellow was beaten. As they were taken

home a continual sound of cock-crowing was audible, but as the words

were not distinguished they required no painful attention; but when

the soda water and brandy and cigars made their appearance in Mr.

Longestaffe's own back room, then the trumpet was sounded with a full

blast. "I mean to let the fellows know what's what," said Melmotte,

walking about the room. Lord Alfred had thrown himself into an

arm-chair, and was consoling himself as best he might with tobacco.

"Give and take is a very good motto. If I scratch their back, I

mean them to scratch mine. They won't find many people to spend ten

thousand pounds in entertaining a guest of the country's as a private

enterprise. I don't know of any other man of business who could

do it, or would do it. It's not much any of them can do for me.

Thank God, I don't want 'em. But if consideration is to be shown

to anybody, I intend to be considered. The Prince treated me very

scurvily, Alfred, and I shall take an opportunity of telling him

so on Monday. I suppose a man may be allowed to speak to his own

guests."

"You might turn the election against you if you said anything the

Prince didn't like."

"D---- the election, sir. I stand before the electors of Westminster

as a man of business, not as a courtier,--as a man who understands

commercial enterprise, not as one of the Prince's toadies. Some of

you fellows in England don't realise the matter yet; but I can tell

you that I think myself quite as great a man as any Prince." Lord

Alfred looked at him, with strong reminiscences of the old ducal

home, and shuddered. "I'll teach them a lesson before long. Didn't I

teach 'em a lesson to-night,--eh? They tell me that Lord De Griffin

has sixty thousand a-year to spend. What's sixty thousand a year?

Didn't I make him go on my business? And didn't I make 'em do as I

chose? You want to tell me this and that, but I can tell you that I

know more of men and women than some of you fellows do, who think you

know a great deal."

This went on through the whole of a long cigar; and afterwards,

as Lord Alfred slowly paced his way back to his lodgings in Mount

Street, he thought deeply whether there might not be means of

escaping from his present servitude. "Beast! Brute! Pig!" he said to

himself over and over again as he slowly went to Mount Street.