Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume II)Black, William
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Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume II)
Black, William
Families -- Fiction; Grandfathers -- Fiction; Older people -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I am heartily glad to hear it," said the communist-capitalist, with a
certain cold severity of tone. "I am glad to hear that you begin to
realise what are the serious interests of life. You are a very
fortunate young man. If you are returned for Mendover, it will be by a
concurrence of circumstances such as could not easily have been
anticipated. At the same time I think it might be judicious if you went
down again and hinted to Mr.——what did you say?—Simmons?—Mr. Simmons
that in the event of everything turning out well, there would be no need
to wait for Lord Musselburgh’s contribution towards the completion of
the public park. What Lord Musselburgh is going to gain by that passes
my comprehension. I can hardly suppose that he made such a promise in
order to secure your election: that, indeed, would be a wild freak of
generosity—so wild as to be incredible. However," continued Mr. Harris,
in his pedantic and sententious manner, "it is unnecessary to seek for
motives. We do not need to be indebted to him. I consider that it is
of the greatest importance that you should enter Parliament at an early
age; and I am willing to pay. Mendover ought to be a secure seat, if it
is kept warm. Promise them what you like—I will see to the rest. There
are other things besides a park, if they prefer to keep Lord Musselburgh
to his promise: a free library, for example—if they have one already,
another one: a clubhouse for the football club—a pavilion for the
cricketers—a refreshment tent for the tennis ground—a band to play on
the summer evenings—a number of things of that kind that you could
discover from your friend the solicitor."
Vincent could have laughed, had he dared. Here he was invited to play
the part of a great local magnate, plutocrat, and benefactor; and it was
less than half-an-hour ago that he had been anxiously wondering whether
£200 a year, or £250 a year, would be the probable salary of Mr. Ogden’s
private secretary. Harland Harris went on:
"It is so rarely that such an opportunity occurs—in England at
least—that one must not be niggardly in welcoming it. Simmons—did you
say Simmons? is clearly of importance: if you make him your agent in
these negotiations, that will be enough for him—he will look after
himself. And he will keep you safe: the elected member may steal a
horse, whereas as a candidate he daren’t look over the hedge. And once
you are embarked on a career of public usefulness——"
"Bribery, do you mean?" said Vincent, meekly.
"I refer to the House of Commons: once you have your career open to you,
you will be able to show whether the training you have undergone has
been the right one, or whether the ordinary scholastic routine—mixed up
with monkish traditions—would have been preferable. At all events you
have seen the world. You have seen men, and their interests, and
occupations: not a parcel of grown-up schoolboys playing games." And
therewithal he bade his son good-night.
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