about a week after this interview with flora, as coningsby one morning was about to sally forth from the albany to visit some chambers in the temple, to which his notice had been attracted, there was a loud ring, a bustle in the hall, and henry sydney and buckhurst were ushered in.
there never was such a cordial meeting; and yet the faces of his friends were serious. the truth is, the paragraphs in the newspapers had circulated in the country, they had written to coningsby, and after a brief delay he had confirmed their worst apprehensions. immediately they came up to town. henry sydney, a younger son, could offer little but sympathy, but he declared it was his intention also to study for the bar, so that they should not be divided. buckhurst, after many embraces and some ordinary talk, took coningsby aside, and said, ‘my dear fellow, i have no objection to henry sydney hearing everything i say, but still these are subjects which men like to be discussed in private. of course i expect you to share my fortune. there is enough for both. we will have an exact division.’
there was something in buckhurst’s fervent resolution very lovable and a little humorous, just enough to put one in good temper with human nature and life. if there were any fellow’s fortune in the world that coningsby would share, buckhurst’s would have had the preference; but while he pressed his hand, and with a glance in which a tear and a smile seemed to contend for mastery, he gently indicated why such arrangements were, with our present manners, impossible.
‘i see,’ said buckhurst, after a moment’s thought, ‘i quite agree with you. the thing cannot be done; and, to tell you the truth, a fortune is a bore. what i vote that we three do at once is, to take plenty of ready-money, and enter the austrian service. by jove! it is the only thing to do.’
‘there is something in that,’ said coningsby. ‘in the meantime, suppose you two fellows walk with me to the temple, for i have an appointment to look at some chambers.’
it was a fine day, and it was by no means a gloomy walk. though the two friends had arrived full of indignation against lord monmouth, and miserable about their companion, once more in his society, and finding little difference in his carriage, they assumed unconsciously their habitual tone. as for buckhurst, he was delighted with the temple, which he visited for the first time. the name enchanted him. the tombs in the church convinced him that the crusades were the only career. he would have himself become a law student if he might have prosecuted his studies in chain armour. the calmer henry sydney was consoled for the misfortunes of coningsby by a fanciful project himself to pass a portion of his life amid these halls and courts, gardens and terraces, that maintain in the heart of a great city in the nineteenth century, so much of the grave romance and picturesque decorum of our past manners. henry sydney was sanguine; he was reconciled to the disinheritance of coningsby by the conviction that it was a providential dispensation to make him a lord chancellor.
these faithful friends remained in town with coningsby until he was established in paper buildings, and had become a pupil of a celebrated special pleader. they would have remained longer had not he himself suggested that it was better that they should part. it seemed a terrible catastrophe after all the visions of their boyish days, their college dreams, and their dazzling adventures in the world.
‘and this is the end of coningsby, the brilliant coningsby, that we all loved, that was to be our leader!’ said buckhurst to lord henry as they quitted him. ‘well, come what may, life has lost something of its bloom.’
‘the great thing now,’ said lord henry, ‘is to keep up the chain of our friendship. we must write to him very often, and contrive to be frequently together. it is dreadful to think that in the ways of life our hearts may become estranged. i never felt more wretched than i do at this moment, and yet i have faith that we shall not lose him.’
‘amen!’ said buckhurst; ‘but i feel my plan about the austrian service was, after all, the only thing. the continent offers a career. he might have been prime minister; several strangers have been; and as for war, look at brown and laudohn, and half a hundred others. i had a much better chance of being a field-marshal than he has of being a lord chancellor.’
‘i feel quite convinced that coningsby will be lord chancellor,’ said henry sydney, gravely.
this change of life for coningsby was a great social revolution. it was sudden and complete. within a month after the death of his grandfather his name had been erased from all his fashionable clubs, and his horses and carriages sold, and he had become a student of the temple. he entirely devoted himself to his new pursuit. his being was completely absorbed in it. there was nothing to haunt his mind; no unexperienced scene or sensation of life to distract his intelligence. one sacred thought alone indeed there remained, shrined in the innermost sanctuary of his heart and consciousness. but it was a tradition, no longer a hope. the moment that he had fairly recovered from the first shock of his grandfather’s will; had clearly ascertained the consequences to himself, and had resolved on the course to pursue; he had communicated unreservedly with oswald millbank, and had renounced those pretensions to the hand of his sister which it ill became the destitute to prefer.
his letter was answered in person. millbank met henry sydney and buckhurst at the chambers of coningsby. once more they were all four together; but under what different circumstances, and with what different prospects from those which attended their separation at eton! alone with coningsby, millbank spoke to him things which letters could not convey. he bore to him all the sympathy and devotion of edith; but they would not conceal from themselves that, at this moment, and in the present state of affairs, all was hopeless. in no way did coningsby ever permit himself to intimate to oswald the cause of his disinheritance. he was, of course, silent on it to his other friends; as any communication of the kind must have touched on a subject that was consecrated in his inmost soul.
