Meanwhile, it was my pleasure to wear in society the coxcombical and eccentric costume of character I had first adopted, and to cultivate the arts which won from women the smile which cheered and encouraged me in my graver contest with men. It was only to Ellen Glanville, that I laid aside an affectation, which I knew was little likely to attract a taste so refined and unadulterated as her’s. I discovered in her a mind which, while it charmed me by its tenderness and freshness, elevated me by its loftiness of thought. She was, at heart, perhaps, as ambitious as myself; but while my aspirations were concealed by affectation, her’s were softened by her timidity, and purified by her religion. There were moments when I opened myself to her, and caught a new spirit from her look of sympathy and enthusiasm. “Yes,” thought I, “I do long for honours, but it is that I may ask her to share and ennoble them.” In fine, I loved as other men loved--and I fancied a perfection in her, and vowed an emulation in myself, which it was reserved for Time to ratify or deride. Where did I leave myself? as the Irishman said--on my road to Lord Dawton’s. I was lucky enough to find that personage at home; he was writing at a table covered with pamphlets and books of reference. “Hush! Pelham,” said his lordship, who is a quiet, grave, meditative little man, always ruminating on a very small cud--“hush! or do oblige me by looking over this history, to find out the date of the Council of Pisa.” “That will do, my young friend,” said his lordship, after I had furnished him with the information he required--“I wish to Heaven, I could finish this pamphlet by to-morrow: it is intended as an answer to--. But I am so perplexed with business, that--” “Perhaps,” said I, “if you will pardon my interrupting you, I can throw your observations together--make your Sibylline leaves into a book. Your lordship will find the matter, and I will not spare the trouble.” Lord Dawton was profuse in his thanks; he explained the subject, and left the arrangement wholly to me. He could not presume to dictate. I promised him, if he lent me the necessary books, to finish the pamphlet against the following evening. “And now,” said Lord Dawton--“that we have settled this affair--what news from France?”-- “I wish,” sighed Lord Dawton, as we were calculating our forces, “that we could gain over Lord Guloseton.” “What, the facetious epicure?” said I. “The same,” answered Dawton: “we want him as a dinner-giver; and, besides, he has four votes in the Lower House.” “Well,” said I, “he is indolent and independent--it is not impossible.” “Do you know him?” answered Dawton. “No:” said I. Dawton sighed.--“And young A--?” said the statesman, after a pause. “Has an expensive mistress, and races. Your lordship might be sure of him, were you in power, and sure not to have him while you are out of it.” “And B.?” rejoined Dawton. VOLUME V. CHAPTER LVIII.