myself gaily, “At least to-day is mine—this blissful sunlit day—
‘Nimium breves
Flores amænæ ferre jube rosæ,
Dum res et ætas et sororum,
Fila trium patiuntur atra!’”
So murmuring, I rose as from a dream, and saw before me a strange
figure—a figure, uncouth, sinister, ominous as the evil genius that
startled Brutus on the eve of Philippi. I knew by an unmistakable
instinct that that figure _was_ an evil genius.
“Do you want me? Who and what are you?” I asked, falteringly.
“Please your honour, I come express from the N—— Station. A telegram.”
I opened the scrap of paper extended to me, and read these words,—
“O—— positively brings on his motion. Announced it last night too late
for post. Division certain—probably before dinner. Every vote wanted.
Come directly.”
Said the Express with a cruel glee, as I dropped the paper, “Sir, the
station-master also received a telegram to send over a fly. I have
brought one; only just in time to catch the half-past twelve o’clock; no
other train till six. You had best be quick, sir.”
No help for it. I hurried back to the house, bade my servant follow by
the next train with my portmanteau—no moments left to wait for packing;
found Tracey in his quiet study—put the telegram into his hands. “You
see my excuse—adieu.”
“Does this motion, then, interest you so much? Do you mean to speak on
it?”
“No, but it must not be carried. Every vote against it is of
consequence. Besides, I have promised to vote, and cannot stay away with
honour.”
“Honour! That settles it. I must go to Bellevue alone; or shall I take
Caleb and make him teach me Hebrew? But surely you will join me
to-morrow, or the next day?”
“Yes, if I can. But heavens!” (glancing at the clock)—“not half an hour
to reach the station—six miles off. Kindest regards to Lady
Gertrude—poor Clara—Henry—and all. Heaven bless you!”
I am in the fly—I am off. I gain the station just in time for the
train—arrive at the House of Commons in more than time as to a vote, for
the debate not only lasted all that night, but was adjourned till the
next week, and lasted the greater part of that, when it was withdrawn,
and—no vote at all!
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