SUCCESS OPENS CLOSE HEARTS. 81 Templeton, with a sigh that seemed to come from the depth of her heart. "Did he take a fancy to her before you were married?" Yes, I believe-oh, yes, certainly." 66 "Her own father could not be more fond of her." Mrs. Templeton made no answer, but lighted her candle, and, wishing Lumley good-night, glided from the room. "I wonder if my grave aunt and my grave uncle took a bite at the apple before they bought the right of the tree. It looks suspicious; yet no, it can't be; there is nothing of the seducer or the seductive about the old fellow. It is not likely-here he comes." In came Templeton, and his eyes were moist and his brow relaxed. "And how is the little angel, sir?" asked Ferrers. "She kissed me, though I woke her up; children are usually cross when waked." "Are they, little dears! Well, sir, so I was right, then; may I see the letter ?" "There it is." Ferrers drew his chair to the fire, and read his own production with all the satisfaction of an anonymous author. "How kind!-how considerate!-how delicately put! —a double favour! But, perhaps, after all, it does not express your wishes." "In what way?" "Why-why-about myself." "You!-is there anything about you in it? I did not observe that let me see." "Uncles never selfish! Mem. for commonplace book!" thought Ferrers. The uncle knit his brows as he reperused the letter. "This won't do, Lumley," he said, very shortly, when he had done. "A seat in parliament is too much honour for a poor nephew, then, sir?" said Lumley, very bitterly, though he did not feel at all bitter; but it was the proper tone; "I have done all in my power to advance your ambition, and you will not even lend a hand to put me one step in my career; but forgive me, sir, I have no right to expect it." "Lumley!" replied Templeton, kindly, "you mistake me. I think much more highly of you than I did 82 ALL THINGS ARE NAMES. much there is a steadiness, a sobriety about you most praiseworthy, and you shall go into parliament if you wish it, but not for *****. I will give my interest there to some other friend of the government, and, in return, they can give you a treasury borough! That is the same thing to you." Lumley was agreeably surprised-he pressed his uncle's hand warmly, and thanked him cordially. Mr. Templeton proceeded to explain to him that it was inconvenient and expensive sitting for places where one's family was known, and Lumley fully subscribed to all. "As for the settlement of the peerage, that is all right," said Templeton; and then he sunk into a revery, from which he broke joyously—“ yes, that is all right. I have projects, objects-this may unite them all-nothing can be better-you will be the next lord-what I say, what title shall we have ?" 66 Oh, take a sounding one-you have very little landed property, I think?" "Two thousand a year in gain." -shire, bought a bar "What's the name of the place?" "Grubley." "Lord Grubley!-Baron Grubley of Grubley-oh, atrocious! who had the place before you?" 66 Bought it of Mr. Sheepshanks-very old family." "But surely some old Norman once had the place?" "Norman, yes! Henry the Second gave it to his barber-Bertram Courval." 66 That's it-that's it-Lord de Courval-singular coincidence!-descent from the old line. Herald's college soon settle all that. Lord de Courval!-nothing can sound better. There must be a village or hamlet still called Courval about the property." 66 'I'm afraid not. There is Coddle End." "Coddle End!-Coddle End!-the very thing, sirthe very thing-clear corruption from Courval!-Lord de Courval of Courval! Superb! Ha! ha!" "Ha! ha!" laughed Templeton, and he had hardly laughed before since he was thirty. The relations sat long and conversed familiarly. Ferrers slept at the villa, and his sleep was sound, for he thought little of plans once formed and half executed; it was the hunt that kept him awake, and he slept like a hound when the prey was down. Not so Templeton, LUMLEY MAKES THE MOST OF HIMSELF. 83 who did not close his eyes all night. "Yes, yes," thought he, "I must get the fortune and the title in one line by a prudent management. Ferrers deserves what I mean to do for him. Steady, good-natured, frank, and will get on-yes, yes, I see it all. Meanwhile I did well to prevent his standing for *****; might pick up gossip about Mrs. T., and other things that might be unpleasant. Ah, I'm a shrewd fellow!" CHAPTER III. 'Lauzun.-There, marquis, there, I've done it. The Duchess de la VALLIERE. LUMLEY hastened to strike while the iron was hot. The next morning he went straight to the treasury; saw the managing secretary, a clever, sharp man, who, like Ferrers, carried off intrigue and manoeuvre by a blunt, careless, bluff manner. Ferrers announced that he was to stand for the free, respectable, open city of ****, with an electoral population of 2500-a very showy place it was for a member in the old ante-reform times, and was considered a thoroughly independent borough. The secretary congratulated and complimented him. "We have had losses lately in our elections among the larger constituencies," said Lumley. "We have, indeed-three towns lost in the last six months. Members do die so very unseasonably!" "Is Lord Staunch yet provided for?" asked Lumley. Now Lord Staunch was one of the popular show-fight great guns of the administration; not in office, but that most useful person to all governments, an out-and-out supporter upon the most independent principles; who was known to have refused place, and to value himself on independence; a man that helped the government over the stile when it was seized with a temporary lameness, and who carried "great weight with him in the country." Lord Staunch had foolishly thrown up a close borough in order to contest a large city, and 84 LUMLEY MAKES THE MOST OF HIMSELF. had failed in the attempt. His failure was everywhere cited as a proof of the growing unpopularity of ministers. "Is Lord Staunch yet provided for ?” asked Lumley. "Why, he must have his old seat, 'Three-Oaks.' Three Oaks is a nice, quiet little place-most respectable constituency-all Staunch's own family." "Just the thing for him, yet 'tis a pity that he did not wait to stand for *****; my uncle's interest would have secured him." 66 ***** Ay, I thought so the moment However, it is too late now." was vacant. "It would be a great triumph if Lord Staunch could show that a large constituency volunteered to elect him without expense." "Without expense! Ah, yes, indeed! It would prove that purity of election still exists-that British institutions are still upheld." "It might be done, Mr. "Were to stand-that is true-and it will be difficult to manage my uncle; but he loves me much-you know I am his heir-I believe I could do it-that is, if you think it would be a very great advantage to the party, and a very great service to the government." Why, Mr. Ferrers, it would indeed be both." "And in that case I could have Three Oaks." "I see exactly so-but to give up so respectable a seat-really it is a sacrifice." "Say no more, it shall be done. A deputation shall wait on Lord Staunch directly. I will see my uncle, and a despatch shall be sent down to ***** to-night, at least I hope so. I must not be too confident. My uncle is an odd man; nobody but myself can manage him; I'll go this instant." "You may be sure your kindness will be duly appreciated." Lumley shook hands cordially with the secretary, and retired. The secretary was not "humbugged," nor did Lumley expect he should be. But the secretary noted this of Lumley Ferrers (and that gentleman's object was gained), that Lumley Ferrers was a man who looked out for office, and, if he did tolerably well in parliament, that Lumley Ferrers was a man who ought to be phed Very shortly afterward the Gazette announced the election of Lord Staunch for *****, after a sharp but decisive contest. The ministerial journals rang with exulting pæans; the opposition ones called the electors of ***** all manner of hard names, and declared that Mr. Stout, Lord Staunch's opponent, would petition, which he never did. In the midst of the hubbub, Mr. Lumley Ferrers quietly and unobservedly crept into the representation of Three Oaks. On the night of his election he went to Lord Saxingham's but what there happened deserves another chap ter CHAPTER IV. "Je connois des princes du sang, des princes étrangers, des grands seigneurs, des ministres d'etat, des magistrats, et des philosophes qui fileroient pour l'amour de vous. En pouvez-vous demander d'avantage ?"-Lettres de MADAME DE SEVIGNE. "Lindore. I-I believe it will choke me. I'm in love. Now, hold your tongue. Hold your tongue, I say. "Dalner. You in love! Ha! ha! "Lind. There, he laughs. "Dal. No; I am really sorry for you."-German Play (False Dekicacy). "What is here? Gold !" SHAKSPEARE. IT happened that that evening Maltravers had, for the first time, accepted one of many invitations with which Lord Saxingham had honoured him. His lordship and Maltravers were of different political parties, nor were they in other respects adapted to each other. Lord Saxingham was a clever man in his way, but worldly, even to a proverb, among worldly people. That "man was born to walk erect and look upon the stars," is an eloquent fallacy that Lord Saxingham might suffice to disprove. He seemed born to walk with a stoop; and if he ever looked upon any stars, they were those which go with a garter. Though of celebrated and historical ancestry, great rank, and some personal reputation, he had all the ambition of a parvénu. He had a VOL. II.-H |