Pelham — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Pelham — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Adventure stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
“I know,” said he, “and it is in vain for you to conceal it, that you
have been ill-used by Dawton. Mr. V. is my first cousin; he came to
me the day after the borough was given to him, and told me all that
Clandonald and Dawton had said to him at the time. Believe me, they did
not spare you;--the former, you have grievously offended; you know that
he has quarrelled irremediably with his son Dartmore, and he insists
that you are the friend and abettor of that ingenuous youth, in all his
debaucheries and extravagance--tu illum corrumpi sinis. I tell you this
without hesitation, for I know you are less vain than ambitious, and I
do not care about hurting you in the one point, if I advance you in the
other. As for me, I own to you candidly and frankly, that there is no
pains I would spare to secure you to our party. Join us, and you shall,
as I have often said, be on the parliamentary benches of our corps,
without a moment of unnecessary delay. More I cannot promise you,
because I cannot promise more to myself; but from that instant your
fortune, if I augur aught aright from your ability, will be in your own
hands. You shake your head--surely you must see, that there is not a
difference between two vehemently opposite parties to be reconciled--aut
numen aut Nebuchadrezar. There is but a verbal disagreement between us,
and we must own the wisdom of the sentence recorded in Aulus Gellius,
that ‘he is but a madman, who splits the weight of things upon the
hair-breadths of words.’ You laugh at the quaintness of the quotation;
quaint proverbs are often the truest.”
If my reader should think lightly of me, when I own that I felt wavering
and irresolute at the end of this speech, let him for a moment place
himself in my situation--let him feel indignant at the treachery, the
injustice, the ingratitude of one man; and, at the very height of his
resentment, let him be soothed, flattered, courted, by the offered
friendship and favour of another. Let him personally despise the former,
and esteem the latter; and let him, above all, be convinced as well as
persuaded of the truth of Vincent’s remark, viz. that no sacrifice
of principle, nor of measures, was required--nothing but an alliance
against men, not measures. And who were those men? bound to me by a
single tie--meriting from my gratitude a single consideration? No! the
men, above all others, who had offered me the greatest affront, and
deserved from me the smallest esteem.
But, however human feelings might induce me to waver, I felt that it was
not by them only I was to decide. I am not a man whose vices or virtues
are regulated by the impulse and passion of the moment; if I am quick
to act, I am habitually slow to deliberate. I turned to Vincent, and
pressed his hand: “I dare not trust myself to answer you now,” said
I: “give me till to-morrow; I shall then have both considered and
determined.”
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