Sybil, Or, The Two Nations by Earl of Beaconsfield Benjamin Disraeli (10 best novels of all time txt) 📕

It was the night following the day after the return of Gerard to Mowbray. Morley, who had lent to him and Sybil his cottage in the dale, was at the office of his newspaper, the Mowbray Phalanx, where he now resided. He was alone in his room writing, occasionally rising from his seat and pacing the chamber, when some one knocked at his door. Receiving a permission to come in, there entered Hatton.

“I fear I am disturbing an article,” said the guest.

“By no means: the day of labour is not at hand. I am very pleased to see you.”

“My quarters are not very inviting,” continued Hatton. “It is remarkable what bad accommodation you find in these great trading towns. I should have thought that the mercantile traveller had been a comfortable animal—not to say a luxurious; but I find everything mean and third-rate. The wine execrable. So I thought I would come and bestow my tediousness on you. ‘Tis hardly fair.”

“You could not have pleased me better. I was, rather from distraction than from exigency, throwing some thoughts on paper. But the voice of yesterday still lingers in my ear.”

“What a spectacle!”

“Yes; you see what a multitude presents who have recognised the predominance of Moral Power,” said Morley. “The spectacle was august; but the results to which such a public mind must lead are sublime.”

“It must have been deeply gratifying to our friend,” said Hatton.

“It will support him in his career,” said Morley.

“And console him in his prison,” added Hatton.

“You think that it will come to that?” said Morley inquiringly.

“It has that aspect; but appearances change.”

“What should change them?”

“Time and accident, which change everything.”

“Time will bring the York Assizes,” said Morley musingly; “and as for accident I confess the future seems to me dreary. What can happen for Gerard?”

“He might win his writ of right,” said Hatton demurely, stretching out his legs and leaning back in his chair. “That also may be tried at the York Assizes.”

“His writ of right! I thought that was a feint—a mere affair of tactics to keep the chance of the field.”

“I believe the field may be won,” said Hatton very composedly.

“Won!”

“Ay! the castle and manor of Mowbray and half the lordships round, to say nothing of this good town. The people are prepared to be his subjects; he must give up equality and be content with being a popular sovereign.”

“You jest my friend.”

“Then I speak truth in jest; sometimes, you know, the case.”

“What mean you?” said Morley rising and approaching Hatton; “for though I have often observed you like a biting phrase, you never speak idly. Tell me what you mean.”

“I mean,” said Hatton, looking Morley earnestly in the face and speaking with great gravity, “that the documents are in existence which prove the title of Walter Gerard to the proprietorship of this great district; that I know where the documents are to be found; and that it requires nothing but a resolution equal to the occasion to secure them.”

“Should that be wanting?” said Morley.

“I should think not,” said Hatton. “It would belie our nature to believe so.”

“And where are these documents?”

“In the muniment room of Mowbray castle.”

“Hah!” exclaimed Morley in a prolonged tone.

“Kept closely by one who knows their value, for they are the title deeds not of his right but of his confusion.”

“And how can we obtain them?”

“By means more honest than those they were acquired by.”

“They are not obvious.”

“Two hundred thousand human beings yesterday acknowledged the supremacy of Gerard,” said Hatton. “Suppose they had known that within the walls of Mowbray Castle were contained the proofs that Walter Gerard was the lawful possessor of the lands on which they live; I say suppose that had been the case. Do you think they would have contented themselves with singing psalms? What would have become of moral power then? They would have taken Mowbray Castle by storm; they would have sacked and gutted it; they would have appointed a chosen