“ ‘Devilish haughty,’ thought I; ‘should n’t wonder if he was one of the great mill-owners here—great swells they are, I hear.’
“ ‘Ah! you read the “Times,” I perceive,’ said he, turning round, and fixing a steadfast and piercing look on me; ‘you read the “Times,”—a rascally paper, an infamous paper, sir, a dishonest paper. Their opposition to the new poor law is a mere trick, and their support of the Peel party a contemptible change of principles.’
“Lord! how I wished I had taken up the ‘Chronicle’! I would have paid a week’s subscription to have been able to smuggle the ‘Examiner’ into my hand at that moment.
“ ‘I ‘m a Whig, sir,’ said he; ‘and neither ashamed nor afraid to make the avowal—a Whig of the old Charles Fox school—a Whig who understands how to combine the happiness of the people with the privileges of the aristocracy.’
“And as he spoke he knitted his brows, and frowned at me, as though I were Jack Cade bent upon pulling down the Church, and annihilating the monarchy of these realms.
“ ‘You may think differently,’ continued he—‘I perceive you do: never mind, have the manliness to avow your opinions. You may speak freely to one who is never in the habit of concealing his own; indeed, I flatter myself that they are pretty well known by this time.’
“ ‘Who can he be?’ thought I. ‘Lord John is a little man, Lord Melbourne is a fat one; can it be Lord Nor-manby, or is it Lord Howick?’ And so I went on to myself, repeating the whole Whig Peerage, and then, coming down to the Lower House, I went over every name I could think of, down to the lowest round of the ladder, never stopping till I came to the member for Sudbury.
“ ‘It ain’t him,’ thought I; ‘he has a lisp, and never could have such a fine coat as that.’
“ ‘Have you considered, sir,’ said he, ‘where your Toryism will lead you to? Have you reflected that you of the middle class—I presume you belong to that order?’
“I bowed, and muttered something about printed cottons.
“ ‘Have you considered that by unjustly denying the rights of the lower orders under the impression that you are preserving the prerogative of the throne, that you are really undermining our order?’
“ ‘God forgive us,’ ejaculated I. ‘I hope we are not.’
“ ‘But you are,’ said he; ‘it is you, and others like you, who will not see the anomalous social condition of our country. You make no concessions until wrung from you; you yield nothing except extorted by force; the finances of the country are in a ruinous condition—trade stagnated.’
“ ‘Quite true,’ said I; ‘Wriggles and Briggs stopped payment on Tuesday; there won’t be one and fourpence in the pound.’
“ ‘D—n Wriggles and Briggs!’ said he; ‘don’t talk to me of such contemptible cotton-spinner—’
“ ‘They were in the hardware line—plated dish-covers, japans, and bronze fenders.’
“ ‘Confound their fenders!’ cried he again; ‘it is not of such grubbing fabricators of frying-pans and fire-irons I speak; it is of the trade of this mighty nation—our exports, our imports, our colonial trade, our foreign trade, our trade with the East, our trade with the West, our trade with the Hindoos, our trade with the Esquimaux.’
“ ‘He’s Secretary for the Colonies; he has the whole thing at his finger-ends.’
“ ‘Yes, sir,’ said he, with another frown, ‘our trade with the Esquimaux.’
“ ‘Bears are pretty brisk, too,’ said I; ‘but foxes is falling—there will be no stir in squirrels till near spring. I heard it myself from Snaggs, who is in that line.’
“ ‘D—n Snaggs,’ said he, scowling at me.
“ ‘Well, d—n him,’ said I, too; ‘he owes me thirteen and fonrpence, balance of a little account between us.’
“This unlucky speech of mine seemed to have totally disgusted my aristocratic companion, for he drew his cap down over his eyes, folded his arms upon his breast, stretched out his legs, and soon fell asleep; not, however, with such due regard to the privileges of the humbler classes as became One of his benevolent Whig principles, for he fell over against me, flattening me into a corner of the vehicle, where he used me as a bolster, and this for thirty-two miles of the journey.
“ ‘Where are we?’ said he, starting up suddenly; ‘what’s the name of this place?’
“ ‘This is Stretton,’ said I. ‘I must look sharp, for I get out at Chesterfield.’
“ ‘Are you known here,’ said my companion, ‘to any one in these parts?’
“ ‘No,’ said I, ‘it is my first turn on this road.’
“He seemed to reflect for some moments, and then said, ‘You pass the night at Chesterfield, don’t you?’ and, without waiting for my answer, added, ‘Well, we ‘ll take a bit of dinner there. You can order it—six sharp. Take care they have fish—it would be as well that you tasted the sherry; and, mark me! not a word about me;’ and with that he placed his finger on his lips, as though to impress me with inviolable secrecy. ‘Do you mind, not a word.’
“ ‘I shall be most happy,’ said I, ‘to have the pleasure of your company; but there’s no risk of my mentioning your name, as I have not the honor to know it.’
“ ‘My name is Cavendish,’ said he, with a very peculiar smile and a toss of his head, as though to imply that I was something of an ignoramus not to be aware of it.
“ ‘Mine is Baggs,’ said I, thinking it only fair to exchange.
“ ‘With all my heart, Raggs,’ said he, ‘we dine together—that’s agreed. You ‘ll see that everything’s right, for I don’t wish to be recognized down here;’ and at these words, uttered rather in the tone of a command, my companion opened a pocket-book, and commenced making certain memoranda with his pencil, totally unmindful of me and of my concurrence in his arrangements.
“ ‘Chesterfield, Chesterfield, Chesterfield—any gentleman for Chesterfield?’ shouted the porters, opening and shutting doors, as they cried, with a rapidity well suited to their utterance.
“ ‘We get out here,’ said I; and my companion at the same moment descended from the carriage, and, with an air of very aristocratic indifference, ordered his luggage to be placed in a cab. It was just at this instant that my eye caught the envelope of one of the newspapers which had fallen at my feet, and, delighted at this opportunity of discovering something more of my companion, I took it up and read—what do you think I read?—true as I sit here, gentlemen, the words were, ‘His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, Devonshire House.’ Lord bless me, if all Nottingham, had taken the benefit of the act I could n’t be more of a heap—a cold shivering came over me at the bare thought of anything I might have said to so illustrious a personage. ‘No wonder he should d—n Snaggs,’ thought I. ‘Snaggs is a low, sneaking scoundrel, not fit to clean his Grace’s shoes.’
“ ‘Hallo, Raggs, are you ready?’ cried the Duke.
“ ‘Yes, your Grace—my Lord—yes, sir,’ said I, not knowing how to conceal my knowledge of his real station. I would have given five shillings to be let sit outside with the driver, rather than crush myself into the little cab, and squeeze the Duke up in the corner.
“ ‘We must have no politics, friend Raggs,’ said he, as we drove along—‘you and I can’t agree, that’s plain.’
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