Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
'I never had things made so easy for me when I wasn't in,' continued
Undy; 'nor have I ever found them so easy since. I don't suppose it will
cost you above £500, or at most £600, altogether.'
'Well, that will be a comfort,' said Alaric.
'A comfort! why I should say it would. What with the election and
petition together, Tillietudlem never cost me less than £2,000. It cost
me just as much, too, when I was thrown out.'
'That was a bore for you,' said Alaric.
'Upon my word you take it rather coolly,' said Undy; 'another man would
thank a fellow for putting such a nice thing in his way.'
'If the obligation be so deep,' said Alaric, becoming very red in the
face, 'I would rather not accept it. It is not too late for you to
take the cheaper seat to yourself, if you prefer it; and I will look
elsewhere.'
'Oh, of course; perhaps at Tillietudlem; but for Heaven's sake, my dear
fellow, don't let us quarrel about it. You are perfectly welcome to
whatever assistance we can give you at Strathbogy. I only meant to say
that I hope it will be efficacious. And on the score of expense I'll
tell you what we'll do--that is, if you think that fair; we'll put the
cost of the two elections together, and share and share alike.'
'Considering that the election will not take place for at least more
than twelve months, there will be time enough to settle that,' said
Alaric.
'Well, that's true, too,' said Undy; and then they went on, and for some
time separated on the mountain, complaining, when they met again, of
the game being scarce and the dogs wild, as men always do. But as they
walked home, Undy, who regretted the loss of good time, again began
about money matters.
'How many of those bridge shares will you take?' said he. This was a
projected bridge from Poplar to Rotherhithe, which had been got up by
some city gentlemen, and as to which Undy Scott was, or pretended to be,
very sanguine.
'None,' said Alaric. 'Unless I can get rid of those confounded West Cork
and Ballydehobs, I can buy nothing more of anything.'
'Believe me, my dear fellow, the Ballydehobs are no such confounded
things at all. If you are ever a rich man it will be through the
Ballydehobs. But what you say about the bridge shares is nonsense. You
have a large command of capital, and you cannot apply it better.'
Alaric winced, and wished in his heart that Clementina Jaquêtanàpe,
_née_ Golightly, with all her money, was buried deep in the bogs of
Ballydehob. Though he was a rogue, he could not yet bear his roguery
with comfort to himself. It sat, however, as easy on Undy as though he
had been to the manner born.
'I have no capital now at my disposal,' said he; 'and I doubt whether I
should be doing right to lay out a ward's money in such a manner.'
A slight smile came over Undy's gay unconcerned features; it was very
slight, but nevertheless it was very eloquent and very offensive also.
Alaric understood it well; it made him hate the owner of it, but it made
him hate himself still more.
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