Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
'The fact is, a man can do anything if he is in the House, and he can
do nothing if he is not,' said Undy. 'You know our old Aberdeen saying,
'You scratch me and I'll scratch you.' It is not only what a man may do
himself for himself, but it is what others will do for him when he is
in a position to help them. Now, there are those fellows; I am
hand-and-glove with all of them; but there is not one of them would
lift a finger to help me as I am now; but let me get my seat again, and
they'll do for me just anything I ask them. Vigil moves the new writ
to-night; I got a line from him asking me whether I was ready. There was
no good to be got by waiting, so I told him to fire away.'
'I suppose you'll go down at once?' said Alaric.
'Well, that as may be--at least, yes; that's my intention. But there's
one thing needful--and that is the needful.'
'Money?' suggested Alaric.
'Yes, money--cash--rhino--tin--ready--or by what other name the goddess
would be pleased to have herself worshipped; money, sir; there's the
difficulty, now as ever. Even at Tillietudlem money will have its
weight.'
'Can't your father assist you?' said Alaric.
'My father! I wonder how he'd look if he got a letter from me asking for
money. You might as well expect a goose to feed her young with blood out
of her own breast, like a pelican, as expect that a Scotch lord should
give money to his younger sons like an English duke. What would my
father get by my being member for Tillietudlem? No; I must look nearer
home than my father. What can you do for me?'
'I?'
'Yes, you,' said Undy; 'I am sure you don't mean to say you'll refuse to
lend me a helping hand if you can. I must realize by the Ballydehobs, if
I am once in the House; and then you'd have your money back at once.'
'It is not that,' said Alaric; 'but I haven't got it.'
'I am sure you could let me have a thousand or so,' said Undy. 'I think
a couple of thousand would carry it, and I could make out the other
myself.'
'Every shilling I have,' said Alaric, 'is either in the Ballydehobs or
in the Limehouse Bridge. Why don't you sell yourself?'
'So I have,' said Undy; 'everything that I can without utter ruin. The
Ballydehobs are not saleable, as you know.'
'What can I do for you, then?'
Undy set himself again to think. 'I have no doubt I could get a thousand
on our joint names. That blackguard, M'Ruen, would do it.'
'Who is M'Ruen?' asked Alaric.
'A low blackguard of a discounting Jew Christian. He would do it;
but then, heaven knows what he would charge, and he'd make so many
difficulties that I shouldn't have the money for the next fortnight.'
'I wouldn't have my name on a bill in such a man's hands on any
account,' said Alaric.
'Well, I don't like it myself,' said Undy; 'but what the deuce am I
to do? I might as well go to Tillietudlem without my head as without
money.'
'I thought you'd kept a lot of the Mary Janes,' said Alaric.
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