“Poor Andover is no more, Sophia,” he remarked, with a decent solemnity.
He ate his kidney absently, and it was not till he passed his coffee-cup to Lady Sophia to be refilled that he made any observation.
“It’s really almost providential that the poor old man should depart this life on the very day I am to meet Lord Stonehenge at dinner. I’d better have the pair to-night, Sophia.”
“Where are you dining?”
“At the Hollingtons,” he answered. “Last time a bishopric was vacant, the Prime Minister practically assured me that I should have the next.”
“He’s probably done the same to half the school-masters in England.”
“Nonsense! Who is there that could take it? They’ve none of them half the claims that I have.”
Theodore Spratte never concealed6 from the world that he rated himself highly. He esteemed7 bashfulness a sign of bad manners, and was used to say that a man who pretended not to know his own value was a possing fool.
“It’s a ridiculous system altogether to give a bishopric to Tom Noddy because he’s taught Latin verses to a parcel of stupid school-boys. And besides, as the youngest son of the late Lord Chancellor8, I think I may expect something from my country.”
“Pray pass me the toast,” said Lady Sophia.
“I’m not a vain man, but I honestly think I have the right to some recognition. As my father, the late Lord Chancellor of England, often said....”
“I wish to goodness you wouldn’t talk of him as if he were your father only, Theodore,” interrupted Lady Sophia, not without irritation9. “I have just as much right to him as you.”
“I think you asked for the toast, my dear.”
Presently Canon Spratte, taking the paper with him, retired10 to his study. He was a man of regular habits, knowing that to acquire such is the first step to greatness, episcopal and otherwise; and after breakfast he was used to smoke his pipe, meditate11, and read the Times. But this morning, somewhat agitated12 by the news of Bishop Andover’s demise13, he took from the shelves that book which at present was his only contribution to the great literature of England. On the death of his father, laden14 with years and with honours, Canon Spratte had begun immediately to gather materials for a biography. This was eventually published under the title: Life and Letters of Josiah Spratte, Lord Chancellor of England. It was in two volumes, magnificently bound in calf16, with the family arms, a blaze of gold, on the side.
When the Canon set about this great work he went to his sister and begged her to make notes of her recollections.
“You can help me a great deal, Sophia,” he said. “With your woman’s intelligence, you will have noticed a good many points which have escaped me. The masculine intellect takes in the important main lines, whereas women observe only the frivolous17 details. But I recognize that it is just these frivolous details, properly sorted, which will give life and variety to that grand career absorbed by affairs of State and the advantage of the nation.”
Lady Sophia, accustomed to these tirades18, smiled dryly and said: “Shall I tell you the very first thing I remember, Theodore? I can’t have been more than six years old, but I have never forgotten it.”
“That is very interesting. Let me put it down at once.”
He took from his pocket the little book, which he carried with him always to jot19 down the thoughts that periodically occurred to him.
“Now, Sophia.”
“Father and mother were having a conversation, and suddenly father beat his fist on the table so that the whole room shook.”
“Yes, he had that energetic, effective way of expressing himself,” said the Canon. “He was a man of really forceful character. That is a point upon which I mean to lay great stress.”
“He beat his fist on the table and he roared out at the top of his voice: ‘Your father’s a damned fool, Maria; and your mother’s a damned fool, Maria; but, by gad20, you’re a bigger damned fool than both of them put together.’ ”
The Canon sprang up and throwing back his head with a gesture habitual21 to him, drew to his full, imposing22 height.
“You shock and surprise me, Sophia. If these are your recollections, I advise you to forget them as quickly as you possibly can.”
Nor had he better success with his brother.
“I wonder whether you can give me no anecdotes23, no interesting side-lights on our father’s character? I am determined25 to make my biography as complete as possible.”
“I’ll give you an anecdote24 by all means,” said Lord Spratte. “You remember that the old ’un very much objected to potatoes baked in their skins.”
“A very pardonable and interesting idiosyncrasy of genius,” interposed the biographer.
“Well, one Sunday night when we had people to supper, by some accident they were brought in. The servant handed the dish to father. Father looked at him and slowly rose to his feet. ‘Don’t you know, you idiot,’ he bellowed26, ‘that I don’t like potatoes baked in their skins?’ He took them out of the dish, one by one, while the servant stood petrified27, and threw them with all his might at the pictures on the walls. Each picture had its potato till the dish was empty. Then he sat down again calmly and began to eat his supper.”
“I shall certainly put down nothing in my biography which tends to cast ridicule28 or odium on the memory of a great man,” said Canon Spratte, frigidly29. “My motto is: De mortuis nil30 nisi bonum.”
On this principle the Life and Letters was written. To testify to filial admiration31 there were in St. Gregory’s Vicarage no less than three portraits of the first Earl Spratte, but the most characteristic was a copy of that which the Chancellor himself, with due regard to his fame and importance, had bequeathed to the National Portrait Gallery. It showed the great man seated, his hands grasping the arms of his chair with the savage32 vigour33 that was customary with him. They were strong, large hands, and the tendons stood out from the brutal34 force wherewith he held them. He looked the spectator full in the face, sitting very squarely, bent35 forward in the despotic attitude which all who had appeared before him knew so well. He wore the full-bottomed wig36 of his office and the gorgeous robes, edged with gold. His head was thrust out and he stared from under his shaggy brows with an expression of ruthless violence; his strong features were set in a villainous scowl37; his hard, cruel mouth was clenched38 as though he were determined that nothing should affect his will. And the idea which the fine portrait gave, was borne out by the memoirs39 of the time.
Springing, notwithstanding the Canon’s grandiloquence41, from the dregs of commercial life, Josiah Spratte had fought his way to the greatest prize of his calling by an indomitable will and a truculent42 savagery43 that spared neither enemies nor friends. Though endowed by nature with no great subtlety44 of mind, he had a gift of fluent speech, an imperturbable45 self-confidence, and a physique of extraordinary vigour. He was unhampered by any thought for the susceptibilities of others, and he was regardless of good manners. He bullied46 his way to the Woolsack by the weight of his personality and the harsh roar of his voice. From the outset of his career, as a junior, he treated his leaders with unhidden contempt. He used the solicitors47 who gave him briefs like vermin, dealing48 with them as might a harsh master with a set of ignorant and rebellious49 school-boys. They hated him, but were impressed withal, and quickly brought him more work than he could do. Then, beginning to feel his power, he browbeat50 the court so that weak judges were like wax in his hands and juries trembled at his ferocious51 glance. He went into Parliament and trampled52 impartially53 upon his associates and his opponents. He excited more hatred54 than any one of his generation, for he was insolent55, overbearing, and impatient of contradiction; but in a short while the Government was forced to make him Attorney-General. From the beginning his mind had been set on the ultimate goal, and he waited till the Chancellor of that time died. This was the most critical point of his life, for all concerned understood perfectly56 at what Josiah Spratte aimed; but now all the bitterness, anger, and loathing57 he had so wilfully58 aroused, were banded against him; and he had to fight as well against the rivalry59 of some and the bitterness of others. But like a lion at bay, with magnificent self-confidence, he squared himself to bear down all obstacles. The Government was undecided. A certain eminent60 lawyer, Sir Robert Parkleigh, had claims upon it which were undeniable. Having held office in a previous administration he had waived61 his right to promotion62 on the understanding that his reward should be great thereafter: he was a man of vigorous understanding, learned, urbane63 and of great family. The appointment would be very popular. But the Attorney-General was not a man to be trifled with, and a go-between was sent unofficially to learn his views.
“I suppose Parkleigh will get the Chancellorship64,” said this person, in the course of an amiable65 conversation.
“You suppose nothing of the sort,” shouted Josiah Spratte. His face grew red with passion and his scowl deepened as the veins66 of his forehead stood out like knotted cords. He fixed67 on the man those piercing eyes which seemed to read into the soul, discovering shameful68 secrets. “You’ve been sent to find out what I thought about the Chancellorship? It’s what I suspected. Don’t deny it!”
Beads69 of sweat stood on the other’s brow as the Attorney-General towered over him, threatening and peremptory70. He vowed71 he had received no such mission.
“Don’t deny it, I tell you,” cried Josiah Spratte. Then, furiously, he walked up and down the room. “Tell them,” he hissed72 at length, with undescribable venom73, “Tell them that if Parkleigh is made Chancellor, I’ll kick the Government out. By God, they shan’t stay in a month!”
While the appointment was pending74, a great lady, suffering under some brutal affront75, sought to beard the lion.
“Do you know what people are saying about you, Mr. Attorney? They’re wondering who this sprat is that we are asked to swallow.”
Sir Josiah looked at her.
“Tell your friends, Madam, to be thankful the sprat is not a whale, because even if he were, by God they’d have to swallow him. And what’s more, they’d have to pretend they liked him!”
Shortly afterwards the Prime Minister wrote a very civil note to his subordinate offering him the much-coveted place. Josiah Spratte was raised to the Peerage. A second term of office was rewarded by new honour, and he became Earl Spratte of Beachcombe and Viscount Rallington.
But the great lawyer carried also into private life the tones with which he cowed juries and sent witnesses fainting from the box. He never spoke76 but to command and gave no order without a string of oaths. When he fell into a temper, which happened several times a day, he could be heard from top to bottom of the house. His wife, his servants, trembled before him; his children in his presence spoke in whispers, and he took pleasure in humiliating them with brutal raillery. He met his match but twice. The first time was at his club when he was playing whist. This was his favourite relaxation77, and he was always to be found in the card-room about six o’clock waiting for a rubber. One day by chance a fourth could not be found, and the Chancellor himself went into the smoking-room to look for a player. It was a sunny afternoon in July, and the place was deserted78, except for a young guardsman who sat comfortably sleeping in an arm-chair. Without hesitation79 Lord Spratte shook him violently till he was wide awake, and asked if he knew the game. He answered that he played very badly and would much sooner resume his nap; but Lord Spratte declined to hear excuses, and dragged him by sheer force into the card-room. The soldier had only spoken the truth when he described himself as a bad player, and since he was the Chancellor’s partner, things did not go very smoothly80. The elder man took no trouble to hide his annoyance81 when the other made a mistake, and expressed his opinion of the subaltern’s intelligence with more bluntness than civility.
“Oh, confound you, shut up!” cried the guardsman at last. “How d’you expect a fellow to play if you go on ragging him like a fish-wife?”
“I don’t think you know who I am, sir,” answered the Chancellor, with frowning brows.
“Oh yes, I do! You’re the Lord Chancellor, aren’t you? But you might mind your manners for all that. You’re not in your dirty police-court now.”
For the rest of that rubber the distinguished82 lawyer never opened his mouth.
But next time he was worsted in debate the results were more serious. Lord Spratte, still restless after the attainment83 of his ambition, was seized with the desire to found a great family; and on this account wished his eldest84 son, who had assumed the title of Viscount Rallington, to marry a certain heiress of important connections. The lady was not unwilling85, but Rallington stubbornly refused. At first, white with rage, Lord Spratte asked how he dared to cross him; and he showered upon his son that abundant vituperation of which he was the finest master in England. But without effect. The Chancellor was so astounded86 at this display of spirit that for once in his life he condescended87 to argue. His son stood firm. Then the old man burst out again with violent temper.
“And who the devil are you?” he cried. “Haven’t I raised you from the gutter89? What would you be without me? By God, you shall do whatever I tell you.”
Rallington lost all patience. He put off the timidity with which for years he had endured so much and went up to his father.
“Look here, don’t talk to me like that. I’ll marry a barmaid if I choose, and be damned to you!”
The Chancellor’s hair stood on end with wrath90, and he gasped91 for breath. His passion was such that for a minute he could not speak. Then his son, driven at length to open rebellion, poured out the hatred which had so long accumulated. He reminded him of the tyranny with which he had used his whole family, and the terror in which he had held them. He had robbed them of all freedom, so that they were slaves to his every whim92. To his angry violence and to his selfishness all their happiness had been sacrificed.
“You’ve been a bullying94 ruffian all your life, and no one has had the pluck to stand up to you. I’m sick of it, and I won’t stand it any more. D’you hear?”
At last the Chancellor found words, and beset95 his son with a torrent96 of blasphemy97, and with foul-mouthed abuse.
“Be quiet!” said the other, standing40 up to him. “How dare you speak to me like that! It’s no good trying to bully93 me now.”
“By God, I’ll knock you down.”
Rallington thrust his face close to his father’s, and for a moment fear seized the old man. Here at length was some one whom he could not cow, and he hated his son.
“You’d better not touch me. You can’t thrash me now as you could when I was a boy. I recommend you to take great care.”
Lord Spratte raised his hands, but a trembling came suddenly upon him, so that he could not move.
“Get out of my house,” he screamed. “Get out of my house.”
“I’m only too glad to go.”
The arteries98 beat in the old man’s head so that he thought some horrible thing would happen to him. He poured out brandy and drank it, but it tasted like water. He sat for hours with clenched fists and scowling99 brow; and at last with a savage laugh he took his will and with his own hand wrote a codicil100 in which he deprived his eldest son of every penny he could. This relieved him and he breathed more freely. Presently he called his family together and told them without a word of explanation that Rallington was his son no longer.
“If any of you mention his name, or if I hear that you have had any communication with him, you shall go as he went.”
The pair never met again, for Rallington went abroad and died, unmarried, one month before his father. Thomas, the next son, who had been known all his life as Tommy Tiddler, succeeded the Chancellor as second Earl Spratte of Beachcombe.
But the excellent Theodore, with proper devotion, took care in his biography not even to hint at this characteristic violence. He wrote with a flowing, somewhat pompous101 style; and the moral pointed102 by these two handsome volumes was that with uprightness, sobriety, and due allegiance to the Church by law established, it was possible to reach the highest honours. The learned Canon traced the ancestry103 of his family to very remote periods. He had no difficulty in convincing himself that the plebeian104 surname was but a vulgar error for des Prats; and to the outspoken105 ridicule of his elder brother, was able after much study to announce that a member of the English branch of the Montmorencys had assumed the name in the seventeenth century upon his marriage with a French heiress. With these distinguished antecedents it was no wonder that Josiah Spratte should appear a benevolent106 old gentleman of mild temper and pious107 disposition108, apt to express himself in well-balanced periods. He would have made an excellent churchwarden or a secretary to charitable institutions, but why precisely109 he should have become Lord Chancellor of England nowhere appeared. In short, the eloquent110 divine, with the best intentions in the world, wrote a life of his father which was not only perfectly untrue, but also exceedingly tedious.
The book had a certain success with old ladies, who put it beside their works of devotion and had it read to them in hours of mental distress111. Sometimes, when they were persons of uncommon112 importance, the Canon himself consented to read to them; and then, so spirited was his delivery, so well-modulated his voice, it seemed as improving as one of his own sermons. But the Life and Letters certainly had no more assiduous nor enthusiastic reader than the author thereof.
“I don’t think I’m a vain man,” he remarked, “but I can’t help feeling this is exactly how a biography ought to be written.”
There was a knock at the door, and the Canon, replacing the volume at which he had glanced, took out in its stead the first book of Hooker’s Ecclesiastical Polity. He had far too keen a sense of decorum to appear one man to the world and to his immediate15 relatives another. No unforeseen accident had ever found him other than self-contained, oratorical113, and didactic. Not even his family was privileged to see him en robe de chambre.
It was his son who knocked. Lionel had been taking an early service at St. Gregory’s, and had not yet seen his father.
“Come in, come in,” said the Canon. “Good morning, Lionel.”
“I hope I’m not disturbing you, father. I want to book some certificates.”
“You can never disturb me when you are fulfilling the duties of your office, my boy. Pray sit down.”
He put the Ecclesiastical Polity open on the desk.
“Then you make a mistake, Lionel. Hooker’s Ecclesiastical Polity is not only a monument of the English Church, but also a masterwork of the English language. That is my complaint with the clergy115 of the present day, that they neglect the great productions of their fathers. Stevenson you read, and you read Renan, atheist116 though he is; but Hooker you have not looked at since you were at Oxford.”
“I see that Andover is dead, father,” said Lionel, to change the conversation.
“I look upon it as an uncommon happy release.”
“I wonder if they really will offer you the bishopric?”
“My dear boy, that is not a subject upon which I allow my thoughts to dwell. I will not conceal5 from you that, as the youngest surviving son of the late Lord Chancellor, I think I have some claims upon my country. And I have duties towards it as well, so that if the bishopric is offered to me I shall not hesitate to accept. You remember St. Paul’s words to Timothy? This is a true saying, if a man desire the office of a bishop he desireth a good work. But in these matters there is so much ignoble117 wire-pulling, so much backstairs influence to which my character is not suited and to which I could not bring myself to descend88.”
Presently, however, when Canon Spratte strolled along Piccadilly on the way to his club, it occurred to him that the day before he had given his tailor an order for two pairs of trousers. His circumstances had taught him neither to spend money recklessly, nor to despise a certain well-bred economy; and it was by no means impossible that he would have no use for those particular articles of clothing. He walked up Savile Row.
“Mr. Marsden, will you inquire whether those garments I ordered yesterday have been cut yet?”
The tailor passed the question down his speaking-tube.
“No, sir,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Then will you delay them till further notice?”
“Certainly, sir.”
Canon Spratte was going out of the shop when he noticed on a fashion plate the costume of a bishop.
“Ah, do you make gaiters, Mr. Marsden?” said he, stopping.
“Yes, sir.”
“They’re very difficult things to cut. So many of my friends wear very ill-fitting gaiters. Fine day, isn’t it? Good-morning.”
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