The next week was an epoch in my life.I seemed to live in the centre of a Mad Tea-party, where every one was convinced of the madness, and yet resolutely protested that nothing had happened.
The public events of those days were ****** enough.While Lord Mulross's ankle approached convalescence, the hives of politics were humming with rumours.Vennard's speech had dissolved his party into its parent elements, and the Opposition, as nonplussed as the Government, did not dare as yet to claim the recruit.
Consequently he was left alone till he should see fit to take a further step.He refused to be interviewed, using blasphemous language about our free Press; and mercifully he showed no desire to make speeches.He went down to golf at Littlestone, and rarely showed himself in the House.The earnest young reformer seemed to have adopted not only the creed but the habits of his enemies.
Mr.Cargill's was a hard case.He returned from Oldham, delighted with himself and full of fight, to find awaiting him an urgent message from the Prime Minister.His chief was sympathetic and kindly.He had long noticed that the Home Secretary looked fagged and ill.There was no Home Office Bill very pressing, and his assistance in general debate could be dispensed with for a little.Let him take a fortnight's holiday--fish, golf, yacht--the Prime Minister was airily suggestive.In vain Mr.Cargill declared he was perfectly well.
His chief gently but firmly overbore him, and insisted on sending him his own doctor.That eminent specialist, having been well coached, was vaguely alarming, and insisted on a change.Then Mr.Cargill began to suspect, and asked the Prime Minister point-blank if he objected to his Oldham speech.He was told that there was no objection--a little strong meat, perhaps, for Young Liberals, a little daring, but full of Mr.Cargill's old intellectual power.Mollified and reassured, the Home Secretary agreed to a week's absence, and departed for a little salmon-fishing in Scotiand.His wife had meantime been taken into the affair, and privately assured by the Prime Minister that she would greatly ease the mind of the Cabinet if she could induce her husband to take a longer holiday--say three weeks.She promised to do her best and to keep her instructions secret, and the Cargills duly departed for the North."In a fortnight," said the Prime Minister to my aunt, "he will have forgotten all this nonsense; but of course we shall have to watch him very carefully in the future."The Press was given its cue, and announced that Mr.Cargill had spoken at Oldham while suffering from severe nervous breakdown, and that the remarkable doctrines of that speech need not be taken seriously.As I had expected, the public put its own interpretation upon this tale.Men took each other aside in clubs, women gossiped in drawing-rooms, and in a week the Cargill scandal had assumed amazing proportions.The popular version was that the Home Secretary had got very drunk at Caerlaverock House, and still under the influence of liquor had addressed the Young Liberals at Oldham.He was now in an Inebriates' Home, and would not return to the House that session.I confess I trembled when I heard this story, for it was altogether too libellous to pass unnoticed.I believed that soon it would reach the ear of Cargill, fishing quietly at Tomandhoul, and that then there would be the deuce to pay.
Nor was I wrong.A few days later I went to see my aunt to find out how the land lay.She was very bitter, I remember, about Claudia Barriton."I expected sympathy and help from her, and she never comes near me.I can understand her being absorbed in her engagement, but I cannot understand the frivolous way she spoke when I saw her yesterday.She had the audacity to say that both Mr.Vennard and Mr.Cargill had gone up in her estimation.
Young people can be so heartless."
I would have defended Miss Barriton, but at this moment an astonishing figure was announced.It was Mrs.Cargill in travelling dress, with a purple bonnet and a green motor-veil.
Her face was scarlet, whether from excitement or the winds of Tomandhoul, and she charged down on us like a young bull.
"We have come back," she said, "to meet our accusers.""Accusers!" cried my aunt.
"Yes, accusers!" said the lady."The abominable rumour about Alexander has reached our ears.At this moment he is with the Prime Minister, demanding an official denial.I have come to you, because it was here, at your table, that Alexander is said to have fallen.""I really don't know what you mean, Mrs.Cargill.""I mean that Alexander is said to have become drunk while dining here, to have been drunk when he spoke at Oldham, and to be now in a Drunkard's Home." The poor lady broke down, "Alexander,"she cried, "who has been a teetotaller from his youth, and for thirty years an elder in the U.P.Church! No form of intoxicant has ever been permitted at our table.Even in illness the thing has never passed our lips."My aunt by this time had pulled herself together."If this outrageous story is current, Mrs.Cargill, there was nothing for it but to come back.Your friends know that it is a gross libel.
The only denial necessary is for Mr.Cargill to resume his work.
I trust his health is better."
