"Well--I will explain. Your sovereign has a right to command your
services; and, by obeying him and serving your country, you are enabled
to prevent a malignant opponent from ruining you and your family, by
extorting a vast sum of money not equitably due: I protest I see no
difference in principle, Aubrey, between availing yourself of the
statute of limitations, and of the call of the king to foreign
service;--but we must talk of this again. By the way, what is the name
of your worthy opponent? Tittlemouse, or some such strange name?"
"Titmouse!--By the way, you lose a seat for Yatton," said Aubrey, with a
faint smile.
Lord C---- pricked up his ears. "Ay, ay! how's that?"
"The gentleman whom you have named professes, I understand, Liberal
principles; probably he will sit for the borough himself; at all events,
he will return the member."
"He's a poor ignorant creature, isn't he? What has made him take up with
Liberal principles? By taking a little notice of him early, one
might--eh?--influence him;--but--of course you don't intend to vacate
this session?"
"I intend this day to apply for the Chiltern Hundreds; and this evening,
if you like, a new writ may be moved for the borough of Yatton."
"You _must_ come down to-night, my dear Aubrey, you really must," said
Lord C----, with undisguised anxiety--with more than he had shown during
the interview. "The numbers will run very close; they are stirring
heaven and earth!--Good heavens! my dear Aubrey, a vote's invaluable
to-night;--gad, you _sha'n't_ have the Chiltern Hundreds;[9] you mustn't
really apply for it--at all events, not till to-morrow."
"I shall sit no more in the House of Commons," said Mr. Aubrey, with a
sad determined air; "besides, I leave for Yatton by to-night's mail.
There are those waiting for me whom you would not have me disappoint,
Lord C----!"
"Not for worlds, my dear Aubrey," replied Lord C----, half absently. He
was intensely disappointed at not obtaining Mr. Aubrey's vote that
evening; and rose to go.
"Then I am to direct to Yatton, when I may have occasion to write to
you?" said he.
"For the next three weeks only--my movements after that period are not
yet fixed."
"Adieu, Aubrey; and I entreat of you to remember me most
sincerely to Mrs. Aubrey and your sister; and when you look at
them,--recollect--pray, recollect our conversation of to-day."
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