the marriage of mr. ferrars with lady montfort surprised some, but, on the whole, pleased everybody. they were both of them popular, and no one seemed to envy them their happiness and prosperity. the union took place at a season of the year when there was no london world to observe and to criticise. it was a quiet ceremony; they went down to northumberland to lady montfort’s father, and they were married in his private chapel. after that they went off immediately to pay a visit to king florestan and his queen; myra had sent her a loving letter.
“perhaps it will be the first time that your sister ever saw me with satisfaction,” remarked lady montfort, “but i think she will love me now! i always loved her; perhaps because she is so like you.”
it was a happy meeting and a delightful visit. they did not talk much of the past. the enormous change in the position of their host and hostess since the first days of their acquaintance, and, on their own part, some indefinite feeling of delicate reserve, combined to make them rather dwell on a present which was full of novelty so attractive and so absorbing. in his manner, the king was unchanged; he was never a demonstrative person, but simple, unaffected, rather silent; with a sweet temper and a tender manner, he seemed to be gratified that he had the power of conferring happiness on those around him. his feeling to his queen was one of idolatry, and she received berengaria as a sister and a much-loved one. their presence and the season of the year made their life a festival, and when they parted, there were entreaties and promises that the visit should be often repeated.
“adieu! my endymion,” said myra at the last moment they were alone. “all has happened for you beyond my hopes; all now is safe. i might wish we were in the same land, but not if i lost my husband, whom i adore.”
the reason that forced them to curtail their royal visit was the state of politics at home, which had suddenly become critical. there were symptoms, and considerable ones, of disturbance and danger when they departed for their wedding tour, but they could not prevail on themselves to sacrifice a visit on which they had counted so much, and which could not be fulfilled on another occasion under the same interesting circumstances. besides, the position of mr. ferrars, though an important, was a subordinate one, and though cabinet ministers were not justified in leaving the country, an under-secretary of state and a bridegroom might, it would seem, depart on his irresponsible holiday. mr. sidney wilton, however, shook his head; “i do not like the state of affairs,” he said, “i think you will have to come back sooner than you imagine.”
“you are not going to be so foolish as to have an early session?” inquired lady montfort.
he only shrugged his shoulders, and said, “we are in a mess.”
what mess? and what was the state of affairs?
this had happened. at the end of the autumn, his holiness the pope had made half a dozen new cardinals, and to the surprise of the world, and the murmurs of the italians, there appeared among them the name of an englishman, nigel penruddock, archbishop in partibus. shortly after this, a papal bull, “given at st. peter’s, rome, under the seal of the fisherman,” was issued, establishing a romish hierarchy in england. this was soon followed by a pastoral letter by the new cardinal “given out of the appian gate,” announcing that “catholic england had been restored to its orbit in the ecclesiastical firmament.”
the country at first was more stupefied than alarmed. it was conscious that something extraordinary had happened, and some great action taken by an ecclesiastical power, which from tradition it was ever inclined to view with suspicion and some fear. but it held its breath for a while. it so happened that the prime minister was a member of a great house which had become illustrious by its profession of protestant principles, and even by its sufferings in a cause which england had once looked on as sacred. the prime minister, a man of distinguished ability, not devoid even of genius, was also a wily politician, and of almost unrivalled experience in the management of political parties. the ministry was weak and nearly worn out, and its chief, influenced partly by noble and historical sentiments, partly by a conviction that he had a fine occasion to rally the confidence of the country round himself and his friends, and to restore the repute of his political connection, thought fit, without consulting his colleagues, to publish a manifesto denouncing the aggression of the pope upon our protestantism as insolent and insidious, and as expressing a pretension of supremacy over the realm of england which made the minister indignant.
a confused public wanted to be led, and now they were led. they sprang to their feet like an armed man. the corporation of london, the universities of oxford and cambridge had audiences of the queen; the counties met, the municipalities memorialised; before the first of january there had been held nearly seven thousand public meetings, asserting the supremacy of the queen and calling on her majesty’s government to vindicate it by stringent measures.
unfortunately, it was soon discovered by the minister that there had been nothing illegal in the conduct of the pope or the cardinal, and a considerable portion of the liberal party began to express the inconvenient opinion, that the manifesto of their chief was opposed to those principles of civil and religious liberty of which he was the hereditary champion. some influential members of his own cabinet did not conceal their disapprobation of a step on which they had not been consulted.
immediately after christmas, endymion and lady montfort settled in london. she was anxious to open her new mansion as soon as parliament met, and to organise continuous receptions. she looked upon the ministry as in a critical state, and thought it was an occasion when social influences might not inconsiderably assist them.
but though she exhibited for this object her wonted energy and high spirit, a fine observer—mr. sidney wilton, for example—might have detected a change in the manner of berengaria. though the strength of her character was unaltered, there was an absence of that restlessness, it might be said, that somewhat feverish excitement, from which formerly she was not always free. the truth is, her heart was satisfied, and that brought repose. feelings of affection, long mortified and pent up, were now lavished and concentrated on a husband of her heart and adoration, and she was proud that his success and greatness might be avowed as the objects of her life.
the campaign, however, for which such preparations were made, ended almost before it began. the ministry, on the meeting of parliament, found themselves with a discontented house of commons, and discordant counsels among themselves. the anti-papal manifesto was the secret cause of this evil state, but the prime minister, to avoid such a mortifying admission, took advantage of two unfavourable divisions on other matters, and resigned.
here was a crisis—another crisis! could the untried protectionists, without men, form an administration? it was whispered that lord derby had been sent for, and declined the attempt. then there was another rumour, that he was going to try. mr. bertie tremaine looked mysterious. the time for the third party had clearly arrived. it was known that he had the list of the next ministry in his breast-pocket, but it was only shown to mr. tremaine bertie, who confided in secrecy to the initiated that it was the strongest government since “all the talents.”
notwithstanding this great opportunity, “all the talents” were not summoned. the leader of the protectionists renounced the attempt in despair, and the author of the anti-papal manifesto was again sent for, and obliged to introduce the measure which had already destroyed a government and disorganised a party.
“sidney wilton,” said lady montfort to her husband, “says that they are in the mud, and he for one will not go back—but he will go. i know him. he is too soft-hearted to stand an appeal from colleagues in distress. but were i you, endymion, i would not return. i think you want a little rest, or you have got a great deal of private business to attend to, or something of that kind. nobody notices the withdrawal of an under-secretary except those in office. there is no necessity why you should be in the mud. i will continue to receive, and do everything that is possible for our friends, but i think my husband has been an under-secretary long enough.”
endymion quite agreed with his wife. the minister offered him preferment and the privy council, but lady montfort said it was really not so important as the office he had resigned. she was resolved that he should not return to them, and she had her way. ferrars himself now occupied a rather peculiar position, being the master of a great fortune and of an establishment which was the headquarters of the party of which he was now only a private member; but, calm and collected, he did not lose his head; always said and did the right thing, and never forgot his early acquaintances. trenchard was his bosom political friend. seymour hicks, who, through endymion’s kindness, had now got into the treasury, and was quite fashionable, had the run of the house, and made himself marvellously useful, while st. barbe, who had become by mistake a member of the conservative club, drank his frequent claret cup every saturday evening at lady montfort’s receptions with many pledges to the welfare of the liberal administration.
the flag of the tory party waved over the magnificent mansion of which imogene beaumaris was the graceful life. as parties were nearly equal, and the ministry was supposed to be in decay, the rival reception was as well attended as that of berengaria. the two great leaders were friends, intimate, but not perhaps quite so intimate as a few years before. “lady montfort is very kind to me,” imogene would say, “but i do not think she now quite remembers we are cousins.” both lord and lady waldershare seemed equally devoted to lady beaumaris. “i do not think,” he would say, “that i shall ever get adriana to receive. it is an organic gift, and very rare. what i mean to do is to have a first-rate villa and give the party strawberries. i always say adriana is like nell gwyn, and she shall go about with a pottle. one never sees a pottle of strawberries now. i believe they went out, like all good things, with the stuarts.”
and so, after all these considerable events, the season rolled on and closed tranquilly. lord and lady hainault continued to give banquets, over which the hostess sighed; sir peter vigo had the wisdom to retain his millions, which few manage to do, as it is admitted that it is easier to make a fortune than to keep one. mrs. rodney, supremely habited, still drove her ponies, looking younger and prettier than ever, and getting more fashionable every day, and mr. ferrars and berengaria, countess of montfort, retired in the summer to their beautiful and beloved princedown.
