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<h3>CHAPTER XLIV. The Coming Election</h3>
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<br/>The very greatness of Mr Melmotte's popularity, the extent of
the admiration which was accorded by the public at large to his
commercial enterprise and financial sagacity, created a peculiar
bitterness in the opposition that was organized against him at
Westminster. As the high mountains are intersected by deep
valleys, as puritanism in one age begets infidelity in the next, as
in many countries the thickness of the winter's ice will be in
proportion to the number of the summer musquitoes, so was the
keenness of the hostility displayed on this occasion in proportion
to the warmth of the support which was manifested. As the
great man was praised, so also was he abused. As he was a
demi-god to some, so was he a fiend to others. And indeed
there was hardly any other way in which it was possible to carry on
the contest against him. From the moment in which Mr Melmotte
had declared his purpose of standing for Westminster in the
Conservative interest, an attempt was made to drive him down the
throats of the electors by clamorous assertions of his
unprecedented commercial greatness. It seemed that there was
but one virtue in the world, commercial enterprise,—and that
Melmotte was its prophet. It seemed, too, that the orators
and writers of the day intended all Westminster to believe that
Melmotte treated his great affairs in a spirit very different from
that which animates the bosoms of merchants in general. He
had risen above feeling of personal profit. His wealth was so
immense that there was no longer place for anxiety on that
score. He already possessed,—so it was said,—enough to
found a dozen families, and he had but one daughter! But by
carrying on the enormous affairs which he held in his hands, he
would be able to open up new worlds, to afford relief to the
oppressed nationalities of the over-populated old countries.
He had seen how small was the good done by the Peabodys and the
Bairds, and, resolving to lend no ear to charities and religions,
was intent on projects for enabling young nations to earn plentiful
bread by the moderate sweat of their brows. He was the head
and front of the railway which was to regenerate Mexico. It
was presumed that the contemplated line from ocean to ocean across
British America would become a fact in his hands. It was he
who was to enter into terms with the Emperor of China for farming
the tea-fields of that vast country. He was already in treaty
with Russia for a railway from Moscow to Khiva. He had a
fleet,—or soon would have a fleet of emigrant ships,—ready to
carry every discontented Irishman out of Ireland to whatever
quarter of the globe the Milesian might choose for the exercise of
his political principles. It was known that he had already
floated a company for laying down a submarine wire from Penzance to
Point de Galle, round the Cape of Good Hope,—so that, in the event
of general wars, England need be dependent on no other country for
its communications with India. And then there was the
philanthropic scheme for buying the liberty of the Arabian fellahs
from the Khedive of Egypt for thirty millions sterling,—the
compensation to consist of the concession of a territory about four
times as big as Great Britain in the lately annexed country on the
great African lakes. It may have been the case that some of
these things were as yet only matters of conversation,—speculations
as to which Mr Melmotte's mind and imagination had been at work,
rather than his pocket or even his credit; but they were all
sufficiently matured to find their way into the public press, and
to be used as strong arguments why Melmotte should become member of
Parliament for Westminster.
<br/>All this praise was of course gall to those who found themselves
called upon by the demands of their political position to oppose Mr
Melmotte. You can run down a demi-god only by making him out
to be a demi-devil. These very persons, the leading Liberals
of the leading borough in England as they called themselves, would
perhaps have cared little about Melmotte's antecedents had it not
become their duty to fight him as a Conservative. Had the
great man found at the last moment that his own British politics
had been liberal in their nature, these very enemies would have
been on his committee. It was their business to secure the
seat. And as Melmotte's supporters began the battle with an
attempt at what the Liberals called "bounce,"—to carry the borough
with a rush by an overwhelming assertion of their candidate's
virtues,—the other party was driven to make some enquiries as to
that candidate's antecedents. They quickly warmed to the
work, and were not less loud in exposing the Satan of speculation,
than had been the Conservatives in declaring the commercial
Jove. Emissaries were sent to Paris and Frankfort, and the
wires were used to Vienna and New York. It was not difficult
to collect stories,—true or false; and some quiet men, who merely
looked on at the game, expressed an opinion that Melmotte might
have wisely abstained from the glories of Parliament.
<br/>Nevertheless there was at first some difficulty in finding a
proper Liberal candidate to run against him. The nobleman who
had been elevated out of his seat by the death of his father had
been a great Whig magnate, whose family was possessed of immense
wealth and of popularity equal to its possessions. One of
that family might have contested the borough at a much less expense
than any other person,—and to them the expense would have mattered
but little. But there was no such member of it
forthcoming. Lord This and Lord That,—and the Honourable This
and the Honourable That, sons of other cognate Lords,—already had
seats which they were unwilling to vacate in the present state of
affairs. There was but one other session for the existing
Parliament; and the odds were held to be very greatly in Melmotte's
favour. Many an outsider was tried, but the outsiders were
either afraid of Melmotte's purse or his influence. Lord
Buntingford was asked, and he and his family were good old
Whigs. But he was nephew to Lord Alfred Grendall, first
cousin to Miles Grendall, and abstained on behalf of his
relatives. An overture was made to Sir Damask Monogram, who
certainly could afford the contest. But Sir Damask did not
see his way. Melmotte was a working bee, while he was a
drone,—and he did not wish to have the difference pointed out by
Mr Melmotte's supporters. Moreover, he preferred his yacht
and his four-in-hand.
<br/>At last a candidate was selected, whose nomination and whose
consent to occupy the position created very great surprise in the
London world. The press had of course taken up the matter
very strongly. The "Morning Breakfast Table" supported Mr
Melmotte with all its weight. There were people who said that
this support was given by Mr Broune under the influence of Lady
Carbury, and that Lady Carbury in this way endeavoured to reconcile
the great man to a marriage between his daughter and Sir
Felix. But it is more probable that Mr Broune saw,—or thought
that he saw,—which way the wind sat, and that he supported the
commercial hero because he felt that the hero would be supported by
the country at large. In praising a book, or putting foremost
the merits of some official or military claimant, or writing up a
charity,—in some small matter of merely personal interest,—the
Editor of the "Morning Breakfast Table" might perhaps allow himself
to listen to a lady whom he loved. But he knew his work too
well to jeopardize his paper by such influences in any matter which
might probably become interesting to the world of his
readers. There was a strong belief in Melmotte. The
clubs thought that he would be returned for Westminster. The
dukes and duchesses fêted him. The city,—even the city
was showing a wavering disposition to come round. Bishops
begged for his name on the list of promoters of their pet
schemes. Royalty without stint was to dine at his
table. Melmotte himself was to sit at the right hand of the
brother of the Sun and of the uncle of the Moon, and British
Royalty was to be arranged opposite, so that every one might seem
to have the place of most honour. How could a conscientious
Editor of a "Morning Breakfast Table," seeing how things were
going, do other than support Mr Melmotte? In fair justice it
may be well doubted whether Lady Carbury had exercised any
influence in the matter.
<br/>But the "Evening Pulpit" took the other side. Now this was
the more remarkable, the more sure to attract attention, inasmuch
as the "Evening Pulpit" had never supported the Liberal
interest. As was said in the first chapter of this work, the
motto of that newspaper implied that it was to be conducted on
principles of absolute independence. Had the "Evening
Pulpit," like some of its contemporaries, lived by declaring from
day to day that all Liberal elements were godlike, and all their
opposites satanic, as a matter of course the same line of argument
would have prevailed as to the Westminster election. But as
it had not been so, the vigour of the "Evening Pulpit" on this
occasion was the more alarming and the more noticeable,—so that
the short articles which appeared almost daily in reference to Mr
Melmotte were read by everybody. Now they who are concerned
in the manufacture of newspapers are well aware that censure is
infinitely more attractive than eulogy,—but they are quite as well
aware that it is more dangerous. No proprietor or editor was
ever brought before the courts at the cost of ever so many hundred
pounds,—which if things go badly may rise to thousands,—because
he had attributed all but divinity to some very poor specimen of
mortality. No man was ever called upon for damages because he
had attributed grand motives. It might be well for politics
and Literature and art,—and for truth in general, if it was
possible to do so, but a new law of libel must be enacted before
such salutary proceedings can take place. Censure on the
other hand is open to very grave perils. Let the Editor have
been ever so conscientious, ever so beneficent,—even ever so
true,—let it be ever so clear that what he has written has been
written on behalf of virtue, and that he has misstated no fact,
exaggerated no fault, never for a moment been allured from public
to private matters,—and he may still be in danger of ruin.
A very long purse, or else a very high courage is needed for the
exposure of such conduct as the "Evening Pulpit" attributed to Mr
Melmotte. The paper took up this line suddenly. After
the second article Mr Alf sent back to Mr Miles Grendall, who in
the matter was acting as Mr Melmotte's secretary, the ticket of
invitation for the dinner, with a note from Mr Alf stating that
circumstances connected with the forthcoming election for
Westminster could not permit him to have the great honour of dining
at Mr Melmotte's table in the presence of the Emperor of
China. Miles Grendall showed the note to the dinner
committee, and, without consultation with Mr Melmotte, it was
decided that the ticket should be sent to the Editor of a
thorough-going Conservative journal. This conduct on the part
of the "Evening Pulpit" astonished the world considerably; but the
world was more astonished when it was declared that Mr Ferdinand
Alf himself was going to stand for Westminster on the Liberal
interest.
<br/>Various suggestions were made. Some said that as Mr Alf
had a large share in the newspaper, and as its success was now an
established fact, he himself intended to retire from the laborious
position which he filled, and was therefore free to go into
Parliament. Others were of opinion that this was the
beginning of a new era in literature, of a new order of things, and
that from this time forward editors would frequently be found in
Parliament, if editors were employed of sufficient influence in the
world to find constituencies. Mr Broune whispered
confidentially to Lady Carbury that the man was a fool for his
pains, and that he was carried away by pride. "Very
clever,—and dashing," said Mr Broune, "but he never had
ballast." Lady Carbury shook her head. She did not want
to give up Mr Alf if she could help it. He had never said a
civil word of her in his paper;—but still she had an idea that it
was well to be on good terms with so great a power. She
entertained a mysterious awe for Mr Alf,—much in excess of any
similar feeling excited by Mr Broune, in regard to whom her awe had
been much diminished since he had made her an offer of
marriage. Her sympathies as to the election of course were
with Mr Melmotte. She believed in him thoroughly. She
still thought that his nod might be the means of making Felix,—or
if not his nod, then his money without the nod.
<br/>"I suppose he is very rich," she said, speaking to Mr Broune
respecting Mr Alf.
<br/>"I dare say he has put by something. But this election
will cost him £10,000;—and if he goes on as he is doing now,
he had better allow another £10,000 for action for
libel. They've already declared that they will indict the
paper."
<br/>"Do you believe about the Austrian Insurance Company?"
This was a matter as to which Mr Melmotte was supposed to have
retired from Paris not with clean hands.
<br/>"I don't believe the 'Evening Pulpit' can prove it,—and I'm sure
that they can't attempt to prove it without an expense of three or
four thousand pounds. That's a game in which nobody wins but
the lawyers. I wonder at Alf. I should have thought
that he would have known how to get all said that he wanted to have
said without running with his head into the lion's mouth. He
has been so clever up to this! God knows he has been bitter
enough, but he has always sailed within the wind."
<br/>Mr Alf had a powerful committee. By this time an animus in
regard to the election had been created strong enough to bring out
the men on both sides, and to produce heat, when otherwise there
might only have been a warmth or, possibly, frigidity. The
Whig Marquises and the Whig Barons came forward, and with them the
liberal professional men, and the tradesmen who had found that
party to answer best, and the democratical mechanics. If
Melmotte's money did not, at last, utterly demoralise the lower
class of voters, there would still be a good fight. And there
was a strong hope that, under the ballot, Melmotte's money might be
taken without a corresponding effect upon the voting. It was
found upon trial that Mr Alf was a good speaker. And though
he still conducted the "Evening Pulpit", he made time for
addressing meetings of the constituency almost daily. And in
his speeches he never spared Melmotte. No one, he said, had a
greater reverence for mercantile grandeur than himself. But
let them take care that the grandeur was grand. How great
would be the disgrace to such a borough as that of Westminster if
it should find that it had been taken in by a false spirit of
speculation and that it had surrendered itself to gambling when it
had thought to do honour to honest commerce. This, connected,
as of course it was, with the articles in the paper, was regarded
as very open speaking. And it had its effect. Some men
began to say that Melmotte had not been known long enough to
deserve confidence in his riches, and the Lord Mayor was already
beginning to think that it might be wise to escape the dinner by
some excuse.
<br/>Melmotte's committee was also very grand. If Alf was
supported by Marquises and Barons, he was supported by Dukes and
Earls. But his speaking in public did not of itself inspire
much confidence. He had very little to say when he attempted
to explain the political principles on which he intended to
act. After a little he confined himself to remarks on the
personal attacks made on him by the other side, and even in doing
that was reiterative rather than diffusive. Let them prove
it. He defied them to prove it. Englishmen were too
great, too generous, too honest, too noble,—the men of Westminster
especially were a great deal too highminded to pay any attention to
such charges as these till they were proved. Then he began
again. Let them prove it. Such accusations as these
were mere lies till they were proved. He did not say much
himself in public as to actions for libel,—but assurances were made
on his behalf to the electors, especially by Lord Alfred Grendall
and his son, that as soon as the election was over all speakers and
writers would be indicted for libel, who should be declared by
proper legal advice to have made themselves liable to such
action. The "Evening Pulpit" and Mr Alf would of course be
the first victims.
<br/>The dinner was fixed for Monday, July the 8th. The
election for the borough was to be held on Tuesday the 9th.
It was generally thought that the proximity of the two days had
been arranged with the view of enhancing Melmotte's expected
triumph. But such in truth, was not the case. It had
been an accident, and an accident that was distressing to some of
the Melmottites. There was much to be done about the
dinner,—which could not be omitted; and much also as to the
election,—which was imperative. The two Grendalls, father
and son, found themselves to be so driven that the world seemed for
them to be turned topsy-turvy. The elder had in old days been
accustomed to electioneering in the interest of his own family, and
had declared himself willing to make himself useful on behalf of Mr
Melmotte. But he found Westminster to be almost too much for
him. He was called here and sent there, till he was very near
rebellion. "If this goes on much longer I shall cut it," he
said to his son.
<br/>"Think of me, governor," said the son "I have to be in the city
four or five times a week."
<br/>"You've a regular salary."
<br/>"Come, governor; you've done pretty well for that. What's
my salary to the shares you've had? The thing is;—will it
last?"
<br/>"How last?"
<br/>"There are a good many who say that Melmotte will burst up."
<br/>"I don't believe it," said Lord Alfred. "They don't know
what they're talking about. There are too many in the same
boat to let him burst up. It would be the bursting up of half
London. But I shall tell him after this that he must make it
easier. He wants to know who's to have every ticket for the
dinner, and there's nobody to tell him except me. And I've
got to arrange all the places, and nobody to help me except that
fellow from the Herald's office. I don't know about people's
rank. Which ought to come first: a director of the bank or a
fellow who writes books?" Miles suggested that the fellow
from the Herald's office would know all about that, and that his
father need not trouble himself with petty details.
<br/>"And you shall come to us for three days,—after it's over," said
Lady Monogram to Miss Longestaffe; a proposition to which Miss
Longestaffe acceded, willingly indeed, but not by any means as
though a favour had been conferred upon her. Now the reason
why Lady Monogram had changed her mind as to inviting her old
friend, and thus threw open her hospitality for three whole days to
the poor young lady who had disgraced herself by staying with the
Melmottes, was as follows. Miss Longestaffe had the disposal
of two evening tickets for Madame Melmotte's grand reception; and
so greatly had the Melmottes risen in general appreciation that
Lady Monogram had found that she was bound, on behalf of her own
position in society, to be present on that occasion. It would
not do that her name should not be in the printed list of the
guests. Therefore she had made a serviceable bargain with her
old friend Miss Longestaffe. She was to have her two tickets
for the reception, and Miss Longestaffe was to be received for
three days as a guest by Lady Monogram. It had also been
conceded that at any rate on one of these nights Lady Monogram
should take Miss Longestaffe out with her, and that she should
herself receive company on another. There was perhaps
something slightly painful at the commencement of the negotiation;
but such feelings soon fade away, and Lady Monogram was quite a
woman of the world.
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