The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. I (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. I (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Parliament, sir; privileges for themselves and their order, benefits to
'the Church;' and, when nothing better or more tempting offers, insults
and slights to their antagonists. You, and all like you, will be passed
over as if you never existed; the minister will not need you; you'll be
so many general officers on the retired list, and only remarked when you
swell the crowd at a levee.”
“So, sir, according to this special prediction of yours, we have nothing
left us but to live on our estates, enjoy what we can of our fortunes,
and leave the interests of the nation to those our inferiors in rank,
station, and property?”
“Such a period as your Ladyship has pictured forth--a little strongly,
perhaps--is before you. Whether the interval be destined to be long or
short, will, in great measure, depend upon yourselves.”
“That agrees with what Scanlan said the other day,” said Martin.
“Scanlan!” echoed her Ladyship, with most profound contempt.
“Who is this Scanlan?” asked Repton.
“There he comes to answer for himself,” said Martin. “The fellow drives
neatly. See how cleverly he swept round that sharp turn! He may be 'at
fault' about the world of politics; but, _my_ word for it! he is a rare
judge of a hack.”
“And, now that you suggest it,” said Repton, musingly, “what an
instinctive shrewdness there is on every subject,--I don't care what it
is,--about fellows that deal in horse flesh. The practice of buying
and selling, searching out flaws here, detecting defects there, gives
a degree of suspectful sharpness in all transactions; besides that,
really none but a naturally clever fellow ever graduates in the stable.
You smile, my Lady; but some of our very first men have achieved the
triumphs of the turf.”
“Shall we have Scanlan in and hear the news?” asked Martin.
“Not here. If you please, you may receive him in the library or your own
room.”
“Then, come along, Repton. We can resume this affair in the afternoon or
to-morrow.” And, without waiting for a reply, he passed his arm within
the other's, and led him away. “You have been too abrupt with her,
Repton; you have not made due allowances for her attachment to family
influences,” said he, in a whisper, as they went along.
Repton smiled half contemptuously.
“Oh, it's all very easy for you to laugh, my dear fellow; but, trust me,
there's nothing to be done with my Lady in that fashion.”
“Turn the flank,--eh?” said the old lawyer, slyly. “Ah, Martin, don't
teach _me_ how to deal with humanity. If you have not the courage to
tell your wife that your estate cannot bear fresh encumbrances, new
loans, and new debts--”
“Hush!” said Martin, cautiously.
“Then, I say, let me prevent the casualty, that's all.”
“How are you, Scanlan?” said Martin, as the attorney came, bowing and
smiling, forward to pay his respects. “My friend, Mr. Repton, wishes to
make your acquaintance.”
“I have the honor of being known to Mr. Repton, already, sir, if he has
not forgotten me.”
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