dr. osborne's opinion of mr. creswell's serious state, and the absolute necessity for the old gentleman's immediate withdrawal from everything calculated to cause worry or excitement, consequently from the election, was soon promulgated through brocksopp, and caused the greatest consternation amongst the supporters of the tory policy. mr. teesdale was summoned at once to woolgreaves, and there had a long interview with mrs. creswell, who convinced him--he had been somewhat incredulous at first, being a wary man of the world, and holding the principle that doubt and disbelief were on the whole the safest and most remunerative doctrines--that it was physically impossible for her husband to continue the contest. the interview took place in the large, carpeted, and furnished bow-window recess on the landing immediately outside the door of mr. creswell's room, and, as mr. teesdale afterwards remarked in conversation with mr. gould, whom he summoned by telegraph from london, there was no question of any malingering or shamming on the old gentleman's part, as he could be heard groaning, poor old boy, in a very lamentable manner, and dr. osborne, who called at the time, said his patient was by no means out of the wood yet. mr. teesdale's talk, professional as it was, was tinged with more sympathy and respect for the sufferer than were mr. gould's remarks. mr. teesdale had other relations in business with mr. creswell; he was his land agent and general business representative, had known him intimately for years, and had experienced innumerable kindnesses at his hands; whereas, mr. gould had simply made mr. creswell's acquaintance in his capacity of conservative candidates' dry-nurse, and mr. creswell was to him merely an errant and peccant ninepin, which, from fate or its own shortcomings, it was impossible for him, skilful "setter-up" though he were, to put properly on end. he saw this after five minutes' conversation with his local representative, mr. teesdale, and saw that there was an end of his chance, so far as brocksopp was concerned. "it won't do here, teesdale," he said; "this finishes our business it hasn't looked very promising throughout, but if this old character had gone to the poll, and specially if he had said one or two things you could have crammed him with on the nomination day, we might have pulled through! you see he's so eminently respectable, and though he, of course, is not to be compared with this young chap that potter and fyfe's people have got hold of--and where they dug him up astonishes me! newspaper office, eh? 'gad, we haven't got much of that sort of stuff in the newspaper offices of our party-i'm not sure that we couldn't have got him in. they'd have had the show of hands and the hurraying and all that; but we know how much that's worth, and what with sir george neal's people and our own, we could have run him deuced close, even if we didn't win. nuisance it is, too, for he's kept us from running anybody else. there was young clare, sir willis clare's eldest son, was up in pall mall the other day, ready to go in for anything, and with rather a hankering for this place, which his father sat for once; but i said we were booked, and now--confound it!"

mr. teesdale was scarcely less upset. he talked vaguely of getting mr. creswell's consent, so soon, as he was sufficiently recovered to be able to entertain the topic, to the substitution of some good conservative candidate in his place; but mr. gould treated this proposition with a scornful laugh, and told him that they would have had to do all they knew to pull mr. creswell through, and that to attempt to run anybody else at that late period would be madness. so a private meeting of the principal supporters of the party was held at the lion, and mr. gould--who had run up to london in the interim, and had an interview with the chief wire-pullers--announced that in consequence of mr. creswell's unfortunate illness, it had been decided to withdraw him from the candidature, and, as there was no prospect of success for any one else who might be started in the same interest, to refrain from contesting the borough at this election. this announcement was received in dead silence, broken by mr. croke's frank and outspoken denunciation of the cowardice, the "trem'lousness," the "not to put too foin p'int upon it, the funk" which seemed to have seized upon some as "owt t' knaw better." the meeting was held in the evening, most of the company present had steaming glasses of grog before them, and mr. croke's outspoken oratory elicited a vast amount of applause and knocking on the tables with the stalwart feet of the tumblers. a young farmer of the neighbourhood, popular from his openhandedness and, his skill in rifle-shooting--he was champion badge-holder in the local volunteers--rose and suggested that any such abject surrender as that proposed was ill-advised and inexpedient, and sat down, after finishing a long rambling speech, the purport of which was that some one should be put forward to fill the gap created by mr. creswell's lamented but unavoidable illness. that the gap should be filled, seemed to be a popular idea; but each of the ten or twelve speakers who subsequently addressed the meeting had different people for the post: and it was not until mr. teesdale pointed out the utter futility of attempting to begin the fight anew under a fresh banner, confessing that they would have had very great difficulty in bringing matters to a successful issue even with all the prestige of mr. creswell's name and position, that it seemed to dawn upon the meeting that their chance was hopeless. this had been told them at the outset by mr. gould; but he was from london, and, consequently, in the ideas of the farmers present, steeped in duplicity of every kind, and labouring under an impossibility of truth-speaking. mr. teesdale had infinitely more weight with his audience. they knew him as a man whose word was to be relied on, and the impossibility of doing anything beyond swallowing the bitter pill was acknowledged among them from that moment. true, that the pill was so bitter as to require the consumption of an extraordinary amount of brandy-and-water to get it down, a fact which helped to console old tilley, the landlord, for the shock to his political principles. it is to be noted, also, that after the withdrawal of messrs. gould and teesdale, the meeting gave itself up to harmony of a lugubrious character, and dismal ditties, mixed with fierce denunciations of democrats and reformers, were borne away on the still night air.

so, within a day or two, the walls of brocksopp were covered with placards signed in mr. creswell's name, setting forth the sad cause which prevented him from further exertion in the interests of freedom and purity of election, lamenting the impossibility of being able conscientiously to recommend a proper candidate to the constituency at so short a notice, but bidding the electors not to despair so long as there remained to them a house of lords and an omniscient aristocracy. this document, which was the production of mr. teesdale (mr. gould had been called away to superintend certain other strongholds where the fortifications showed signs of crumbling), was supplemented by the copy of a medical certificate from dr. osborne, which stated that mr. creswell's condition was such as to imperatively demand the utmost quietude, and that any such excitement as that to be caused by entering on an election contest would probably cost him his life.

the news was already known at the enemy's headquarters. on the morning after the meeting at the lion, mr. harrington, who had been duly informed of all that had taken place by a spy in whom he could place implicit confidence, walked over to shuttleworth, the nearest telegraphic station, and thence despatched the following enigmatic message to his firm: "brocksopp stakes. old horse broken down in training. our colt will walk over." it happened that mr. potter was alone when this telegram arrived, and to him it was utterly unintelligible; but mr. fyfe, who came in shortly afterwards, and who was acquainted with and tolerant of the vagaries of his clerk's intellect, soon guessed at the situation, and explained it to his partner.

so it fell out that the election for brocksopp, which had attracted attention even amongst great people in the political world, and which was looked forward to with intense interest in the neighbourhood, passed off in the quietest and tamest manner. the mere fact of the knowledge that there was to be no opposition, no contest, robbed the nomination day of all its interest to hundreds of farmers in outlying places, who did not care to give up a day's work when there was to be no "scrimmage" as a requital for their sacrifice of time; and the affair was consequently thoroughly orderly and commonplace. there were comparatively few persons present, and five minutes after joyce's speech, in which he returned thanks for the honour done to him, and alluded with much nice feeling to his late opponent's illness, had concluded, the market-square was deserted, and the clumsy hustings remained the sole memorial of the event to which so many had looked forward for so long.

jack byrne was horribly disgusted at the tame manner in which the victory had been won. the old man's life had been passed in the arena: he was never as happy as when he or some of his chosen friends were on the verge of conflict; and to see the sponge thrown up when the boy whom he had trained with so much care, and on whom he placed every dependence, was about to meet with, a foeman worthy of his steel, who would take an immense deal of beating, and whom it would be a signal honour to vanquish, annoyed the old free lance beyond measure. it was only by constantly repeating to himself that his boy, his walter, whom he had picked up starving and friendless at bliffkins's coffee-house, was now a member of parliament, with the opportunity of uttering in the british senate those doctrines which he had so often thundered forth amidst the vociferous applause of the club, those opinions with which he, old jack byrne, had indoctrinated him, that he was able to perceive that, although without any grand blaze of triumph, a great result had been achieved. mr. harrington, too, was by no means pleased that all his jockeyship should have been thrown away on so tame an event. he admitted as much to mr. south, the local agent, who was mildly rejoicing in the bloodless victory, and who was grateful for the accident by which success had been secured. mr. harrington entirely dissented from this view of the case. "i call it hard," he said, "deuced hard, that when i had reduced the thing to a moral, when i had made all arrangements for a waiting race, letting the other side go ahead, as i knew they would, making the running like mad, and getting pumped before the distance; we waiting on them quietly, and then just at the last coming with a rush, and beating them on the post,--i say it is deuced hard when a fellow has given all his time and brains to arranging this; to find he's reduced to a mere w.o. to be sure, as you say, one collars the stakes all the same, but still it ain't sport!"

there was one person, however, to whom the knowledge that the election had gone off flatly was delightful--marian creswell. as she had stood that night in her dressing-gown, with her dishevelled hair hanging over her shoulders, listening to dr. osborne's verdict on her husband's state, she had seen in his strongly pronounced opinion a safe, plausible, and immediate chance of escape from that most dreaded defeat by walter joyce at the election; and though she had apparently received the decision with deepest regret, she was inwardly delighted. at all events, there would be no absolute victory. walter joyce could not go away and tell his friends in the great world in london that he had defeated his adversary. no one could say what might have been the issue of the contest had mr. creswell's health not given way; and marian was perfectly confident that walter's chivalrous nature would prevent his ever mentioning to any one the interview which had taken place between him and her, or what passed thereat. on the whole, it was the best thing that could have happened for her. she had for some time foreseen that there was no chance of establishing herself in society through the election as she had once hoped; and anything would be better than that she should suffer defeat--absolute defeat--in a matter which she had so nearly at heart.

anything? her husband's illness, dangerous illness, for instance? yes, anything. she had never pretended to herself that she had loved mr. creswell. she had done her duty by him strictly, even to casting out all thoughts, all remembrance, of the lover of her youth; and it is an odd and not a very gratifying sign of the weakness of the human heart to think that marian had frequently taken credit to herself for the sense of wifely duty which had induced her to eliminate all memories of early days, and all recollections of walter joyce, from her mind. her husband was very much her senior; she could not have hoped that he would live very long, and if he were to be removed---- there was, however, no question of that at present. within a few days of the attack to which dr. osborne had been called, mr. creswell had recovered consciousness, and gradually had so far mended as to be able to take interest in what was passing round him. one of his first expressed wishes was to see mr. benthall, and when that gentleman, who was very much touched by the sight of the old man's altered expression, and wandering eyes, and strange twitching face, was left alone with him, he asked hurriedly, but earnestly, for news of the girls, his nieces, and seemed much relieved when he heard they were well and happy. to marian her husband's manner was wonderfully altered. he was kind always, occasionally affectionate, but he seemed to have lost all that utter trust, that reliant worship, which had so characterised his attentions to her in the early days of their marriage. of the election he spoke freely, expressing his sorrow for the disappointment which his friends would suffer owing to his forced defection, and his pleasure that, since a representative of opposite politics must necessarily be chosen, the town would have the advantage of returning a man with the high character which he had heard on all sides ascribed to mr. joyce. when, on the evening of the nomination day, mr. teesdale waited on his chief, and detailed to him all that had taken place, dwelling on the mention which joyce had made of his absent opponent, and the high opinion which he had expressed of him, the old gentleman was very much moved, and sank back on his pillows perfectly overcome. marian by no means appreciated mr. teesdale that evening, and got rid of him as soon as possible. she was much pained at the display of what she considered her husband's weakness, and determined on following dr. osborne's advice as to removing him as soon as he was able to travel. it was noted just at that time that mrs. creswell spoke far more favourably of her husband's state of health than she had done for some time previously, and betrayed an unmistakable desire to get him away from brocksopp neighbourhood and influences without delay.

when dr. osborne was consulted on the matter, he said that as the election, which was the greatest risk of excitement for his patient, had now passed by, it would depend greatly on mr. creswell's own feelings and wishes as to whether he should leave his home. a change would most probably be beneficial; but the doctor knew that his old friend had always been wedded to his home, and had a great aversion to being away from it when no absolute necessity for his absence existed. however, mr. creswell, when appealed to, seemed to have lost any vivid interest in this as in all other matters of his life. he answered, mechanically, that he would do just as they thought best, that he had no feeling one way or the other about it, only let them decide. he said this in the wearied tone which had now become habitual to him; and he looked at them with dim, lustreless eyes, out of which all expression seemed to have faded. dr. osborne tried to rouse him, but with such little success that he began to think mr. creswell's malady must have made rapid progress; and he took an early opportunity of submitting him to another examination.

marian was not aware of this. she met the doctor coming out of her husband's room. they were on semi-friendly terms now, and she said to him--

"i was coming to you, doctor, this afternoon. i have just settled to take mr. creswell away for a few weeks, but of course i wanted you to see him before he went. and now you have seen him?"

"yes; i have just left him."

"and what do you say?"

"i say that he must not be moved, mrs. creswell; that he must remain here at home, with every comfort that he may require, and that he must be carefully watched and tended by us all."

"do you find him changed--for the worse? i thought myself that i had noticed during the last few days---- do you apprehend any immediate danger?"

"he is very much changed for the worse; the disease has made great progress, and if he were suddenly disturbed or excited i would not answer for the consequences."

"i did right, then, in refusing mr. teesdale access to him, yesterday. there is some disputed election account, and mr. teesdale was most urgent to see mr. creswell, but i thought it better to prevent him."

"you aid perfectly right; he must be denied to everybody save those immediately around him, and all matters of business and anything likely to excite or worry him in the least must be studiously kept from him."

they were descending the stairs as the doctor spoke, and in the hall they found mr. teesdale, who had just ridden up in hot haste, and was parleying with one of the servants. he took off his hat when he saw mrs. creswell and the doctor, and was about to speak, but marian was before him--"i hope you are not again wishing to see my husband, mr. teesdale, as i shall be compelled again to refuse you! dr. osborne here will tell you that i am acting in accordance with his strict orders." and the doctor then repeated to the agent all that he had just said to marian.

"it's an uncommonly vexatious thing," said mr. teesdale, when the doctor had concluded: "of course it can't be helped, and whatever you say must be attended to, but it's horribly annoying."

"what is it?" asked dr. osborne.

"a matter of ramsay's, that truculent brute of a fellow who holds the white farm down helmingham way. he's made a claim that i know the chief wouldn't acknowledge, and that consequently i daren't pay; though, knowing the fellow as i do, i'm not sure it wouldn't be safest and best in the long run."

"wiry don't you act on your own responsibility, then?"

"not i the chief had a throw-up with this man before, and declared he would never give in to him again. he's an ill-conditioned scoundrel, and vows all kind of vengeance if he isn't paid."

"my good friend," said the doctor, "you and i know pretty well that mr. creswell is able to laugh at the threatened vengeance of a person like this mr. ramsay. i must not have my patient disturbed for any such matters. carry on the business yourself, teesdale. i know what trust mr. creswell places in you, and i know how well it is deserved."

"then i shall tell mr. ramsay to go to----"

"exactly," said the doctor, interrupting. "you could not consign him to more fitting company."

on the evening of the second day from this colloquy, marian returned from a long drive in her pony carriage, during which her thoughts had been of anything but a cheerful character. she had been suffering from that horrible sinking of heart which comes sometimes, we know not why, bringing with it the impression that something, we know not what, save that it is unpleasant, is impending over us. when she alighted, she inquired whether mr. creswell had rung for anything, and whether dr. osborne had called, and received answers in the negative in both cases. a letter marked "immediate" had come for master, that was all. a letter! where was it? mr. barlow, the butler, had taken it up to master's room, the valet being out. marian heard of the arrival of this letter with a strange sense of fear, and hurried up to her husband's room.

she entered noiselessly and advanced quickly to the bed. mr. creswell was lying back, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes closed, his face very gray and rigid. she thought at first that he was dead, and half screamed and called him by his name, but then, without speaking, without looking, he unclasped his hands, pointed to a folded paper on the coverlet, and then resumed his former position. the letter! she took it up and read it eagerly. it was dated from the white farm, and signed john ramsay. it commenced with setting forth his claims to money which was due to him, and which he knew would have been paid "had the squire been about," and it proceeded to revile mr. teesdale, and to declare that he was robbing his employer, and "feathering his own nest." the last paragraph ran thus--

"and you must be sharp and get about again, squire, and look to your own. you are bamboozled and cheated in every way right under your nose, in your own house, by your own wife. why, it's common talk in the town how you was done in the election by mrs. c. she had young joyce for a sweetheart long before she knew you, when he was a school usher, and gave him the sack and threw him over when she wanted you and your money, which she always hankered after, and took on with him again when she saw him down here, and got that old thief osborne, which overcharges the poor for his beastly drugs, to square it and keep you out of the fun."

as marian read and re-read this paragraph she turned sick at heart and thought she should have fainted, but was recalled to herself by a cold clammy touch on her wrist, and looking down she saw her husband's eyes open and his lips moving. standing over him she heard him say--"is it true?"

"true! how can you ask me such a question? i swear it is not."

"no, no, not the last part of course but any of it? that young man--was he fond of you--were you engaged?"

a bright flush suffused her face, but she answered steadily, "we were."

"and what made you break with him? why did you quarrel? you don't answer. is the letter right? did you give him up for me? did you let my position, my money, weigh more with you than his love and his heart? did you do this?"

"and suppose i did--what then?" said marian, with flashing eyes--"are you here to plead his cause? have i not been a dutiful and a proper wife to you? you yourself have just spoken of this vile slander with the scorn it deserves of what then do you complain?"

"of nothing. i complain of nothing, save perhaps of your ignorance of me! ah, good heavens did you know me so little as to think that your happiness was not my aim, not so much my own? did you not know that my love for you was so little selfish, that if i had had the least dream of your engagement to this young man, i should have taken such delight in forwarding it and providing for you both? you would have been near me still, you would have been a daughter to me, and---- lift me up the cordial--quick!" and he fell back in a faint.

dr. osborne was sent for, and came at once, but it was plain to all that mr. creswell's end was at hand. he had two severe paroxysms of pain, and then lay perfectly still and tranquil. marian was sitting by his bedside, and in the middle of the night she felt his hand plucking at the sleeve of her gown. she roused herself and looked at him. his eyes were open, and there was a bright, happy expression on his thin face. his mind was wandering far away, back to the early days of his poverty and his struggles, and she who had shared both was with him. he pulled marian to him, and she leaned eagerly forward; but it was not of her he was thinking. "jenny!" he said, and his tongue reverted to the old familiar dialect which it had not used for so many years--"jenny! coom away, lass! taim's oop!--that's t' mill bell ringin'! thou'rt a brave lass, and we've had hard taim of it; but we're near t' end now! kiss me, jenny! always good and brave, lass--always----" and so he died.