what a great man was the right honourable nicholas rigby! here was one of the first peers of england, and one of the finest ladies in london, both waiting with equal anxiety his return to town; and unable to transact two affairs of vast importance, yet wholly unconnected, without his interposition! what was the secret of the influence of this man, confided in by everybody, trusted by none? his counsels were not deep, his expedients were not felicitous; he had no feeling, and he could create no sympathy. it is that, in most of the transactions of life, there is some portion which no one cares to accomplish, and which everybody wishes to be achieved. this was always the portion of mr. rigby. in the eye of the world he had constantly the appearance of being mixed up with high dealings, and negotiations and arrangements of fine management, whereas in truth, notwithstanding his splendid livery and the airs he gave himself in the servants’ hall, his real business in life had ever been, to do the dirty work.

mr. rigby had been shut up much at his villa of late. he was concocting, you could not term it composing, an article, a ‘very slashing article,’ which was to prove that the penny postage must be the destruction of the aristocracy. it was a grand subject, treated in his highest style. his parallel portraits of rowland hill the conqueror of almarez and rowland hill the deviser of the cheap postage were enormously fine. it was full of passages in italics, little words in great capitals, and almost drew tears. the statistical details also were highly interesting and novel. several of the old postmen, both twopenny and general, who had been in office with himself, and who were inspired with an equal zeal against that spirit of reform of which they had alike been victims, supplied him with information which nothing but a breach of ministerial duty could have furnished. the prophetic peroration as to the irresistible progress of democracy was almost as powerful as one of rigby’s speeches on aldborough or amersham. there never was a fellow for giving a good hearty kick to the people like rigby. himself sprung from the dregs of the populace, this was disinterested. what could be more patriotic and magnanimous than his jeremiads over the fall of the montmorencis and the crillons, or the possible catastrophe of the percys and the manners! the truth of all this hullabaloo was that rigby had a sly pension which, by an inevitable association of ideas, he always connected with the maintenance of an aristocracy. all his rigmarole dissertations on the french revolution were impelled by this secret influence; and when he wailed over ‘la guerre aux chateaux,’ and moaned like a mandrake over nottingham castle in flames, the rogue had an eye all the while to quarter-day!

arriving in town the day after coningsby’s interview with his grandfather, mr. rigby found a summons to monmouth house waiting him, and an urgent note from lucretia begging that he would permit nothing to prevent him seeing her for a few minutes before he called on the marquess.

lucretia, acting on the unconscious intimation of flora, had in the course of four-and-twenty hours obtained pretty ample and accurate details of the cause of contention between coningsby and her husband. she could inform mr. rigby not only that lord monmouth was highly incensed against his grandson, but that the cause of their misunderstanding arose about a seat in the house of commons, and that seat too the one which mr. rigby had long appropriated to himself, and over whose registration he had watched with such affectionate solicitude.

lady monmouth arranged this information like a firstrate artist, and gave it a grouping and a colour which produced the liveliest effect upon her confederate. the countenance of rigby was almost ghastly as he received the intelligence; a grin, half of malice, half of terror, played over his features.

‘i told you to beware of him long ago,’ said lady monmouth. ‘he is, he has ever been, in the way of both of us.’

‘he is in my power,’ said rigby. ‘we can crush him!’

‘how?’

‘he is in love with the daughter of millbank, the man who bought hellingsley.’

‘hah!’ exclaimed lady monmouth, in a prolonged tone.

‘he was at coningsby all last summer, hanging about her. i found the younger millbank quite domiciliated at the castle; a fact which, of itself, if known to lord monmouth, would ensure the lad’s annihilation.’

‘and you kept this fine news for a winter campaign, my good mr. rigby,’ said lady monmouth, with a subtle smile. ‘it was a weapon of service. i give you my compliments.’

‘the time is not always ripe,’ said mr. rigby.

‘but it is now most mature. let us not conceal it from ourselves that, since his first visit to coningsby, we have neither of us really been in the same position which we then occupied, or believed we should occupy. my lord, though you would scarcely believe it, has a weakness for this boy; and though i by my marriage, and you by your zealous ability, have apparently secured a permanent hold upon his habits, i have never doubted that when the crisis comes we shall find that the golden fruit is plucked by one who has not watched the garden. you take me? there is no reason why we two should clash together: we can both of us find what we want, and more securely if we work in company.’

‘i trust my devotion to you has never been doubted, dear madam.’

‘nor to yourself, dear mr. rigby. go now: the game is before you. rid me of this coningsby, and i will secure you all that you want. doubt not me. there is no reason. i want a firm ally. there must be two.’

‘it shall be done,’ said rigby; ‘it must be done. if once the notion gets wind that one of the castle family may perchance stand for darlford, all the present combinations will be disorganised. it must be done at once. i know that the government will dissolve.’

‘so i hear for certain,’ said lucretia. ‘be sure there is no time to lose. what does he want with you to-day?’

‘i know not: there are so many things.’

‘to be sure; and yet i cannot doubt he will speak of this quarrel. let not the occasion be lost. whatever his mood, the subject may be introduced. if good, you will guide him more easily; if dark, the love for the hellingsley girl, the fact of the brother being in his castle, drinking his wine, riding his horses, ordering about his servants; you will omit no details: a millbank quite at home at coningsby will lash him to madness! ‘tis quite ripe. not a word that you have seen me. go, go, or he may hear that you have arrived. i shall be at home all the morning. it will be but gallant that you should pay me a little visit when you have transacted your business. you understand. au revoir!’

lady monmouth took up again her french novel; but her eyes soon glanced over the page, unattached by its contents. her own existence was too interesting to find any excitement in fiction. it was nearly three years since her marriage; that great step which she ever had a conviction was to lead to results still greater. of late she had often been filled with a presentiment that they were near at hand; never more so than on this day. irresistible was the current of associations that led her to meditate on freedom, wealth, power; on a career which should at the same time dazzle the imagination and gratify her heart. notwithstanding the gossip of paris, founded on no authentic knowledge of her husband’s character or information, based on the haphazard observations of the floating multitude, lucretia herself had no reason to fear that her influence over lord monmouth, if exerted, was materially diminished. but satisfied that he had formed no other tie, with her ever the test of her position, she had not thought it expedient, and certainly would have found it irksome, to maintain that influence by any ostentatious means. she knew that lord monmouth was capricious, easily wearied, soon palled; and that on men who have no affections, affection has no hold. their passions or their fancies, on the contrary, as it seemed to her, are rather stimulated by neglect or indifference, provided that they are not systematic; and the circumstance of a wife being admired by one who is not her husband sometimes wonderfully revives the passion or renovates the respect of him who should be devoted to her.

the health of lord monmouth was the subject which never was long absent from the vigilance or meditation of lucretia. she was well assured that his life was no longer secure. she knew that after their marriage he had made a will, which secured to her a large portion of his great wealth in case of their having no issue, and after the accident at paris all hope in that respect was over. recently the extreme anxiety which lord monmouth had evinced about terminating the abeyance of the barony to which his first wife was a co-heiress in favour of his grandson, had alarmed lucretia. to establish in the land another branch of the house of coningsby was evidently the last excitement of lord monmouth, and perhaps a permanent one. if the idea were once accepted, notwithstanding the limit to its endowment which lord monmouth might at the first start contemplate, lucretia had sufficiently studied his temperament to be convinced that all his energies and all his resources would ultimately be devoted to its practical fulfilment. her original prejudice against coningsby and jealousy of his influence had therefore of late been considerably aggravated; and the intelligence that for the first time there was a misunderstanding between coningsby and her husband filled her with excitement and hope. she knew her lord well enough to feel assured that the cause for displeasure in the present instance could not be a light one; she resolved instantly to labour that it should not be transient; and it so happened that she had applied for aid in this endeavour to the very individual in whose power it rested to accomplish all her desire, while in doing so he felt at the same time he was defending his own position and advancing his own interests.

lady monmouth was now waiting with some excitement the return of mr. rigby. his interview with his patron was of unusual length. an hour, and more than an hour, had elapsed. lady monmouth again threw aside the book which more than once she had discarded. she paced the room, restless rather than disquieted. she had complete confidence in rigby’s ability for the occasion; and with her knowledge of lord monmouth’s character, she could not contemplate the possibility of failure, if the circumstances were adroitly introduced to his consideration. still time stole on: the harassing and exhausting process of suspense was acting on her nervous system. she began to think that rigby had not found the occasion favourable for the catastrophe; that lord monmouth, from apprehension of disturbing rigby and entailing explanations on himself, had avoided the necessary communication; that her skilful combination for the moment had missed. two hours had now elapsed, and lucretia, in a state of considerable irritation, was about to inquire whether mr. rigby were with his lordship when the door of her boudoir opened, and that gentleman appeared.

‘how long you have been!’ exclaimed lady monmouth. ‘now sit down and tell me what has passed.’

lady monmouth pointed to the seat which flora had occupied.

‘i thank your ladyship,’ said mr. rigby, with a somewhat grave and yet perplexed expression of countenance, and seating himself at some little distance from his companion, ‘but i am very well here.’

there was a pause. instead of responding to the invitation of lady monmouth to communicate with his usual readiness and volubility, mr. rigby was silent, and, if it were possible to use such an expression with regard to such a gentleman, apparently embarrassed.

‘well,’ said lady monmouth, ‘does he know about the millbanks?’

‘everything,’ said mr. rigby.

‘and what did he say?’

‘his lordship was greatly shocked,’ replied mr. rigby, with a pious expression of features. ‘such monstrous ingratitude! as his lordship very justly observed, “it is impossible to say what is going on under my own roof, or to what i can trust.”’

‘but he made an exception in your favour, i dare say, my dear mr. rigby,’ said lady monmouth.

‘lord monmouth was pleased to say that i possessed his entire confidence,’ said mr. rigby, ‘and that he looked to me in his difficulties.’

‘very sensible of him. and what is to become of mr. coningsby?’

‘the steps which his lordship is about to take with reference to the establishment generally,’ said mr. rigby, ‘will allow the connection that at present subsists between that gentleman and his noble relative, now that lord monmouth’s eyes are open to his real character, to terminate naturally, without the necessity of any formal explanation.’

‘but what do you mean by the steps he is going to take in his establishment generally?’

‘lord monmouth thinks he requires change of scene.’

‘oh! is he going to drag me abroad again?’ exclaimed lady monmouth, with great impatience.

‘why, not exactly,’ said mr. rigby, rather demurely.

‘i hope he is not going again to that dreadful castle in lancashire.’

‘lord monmouth was thinking that, as you were tired of paris, you might

find some of the german baths agreeable.’

‘why, there is nothing that lord monmouth dislikes so much as a german

bathing-place!’

‘exactly,’ said mr. rigby.

‘then how capricious in him wanting to go to them?’

‘he does not want to go to them!’

‘what do you mean, mr. rigby?’ said lady monmouth, in a lower voice, and looking him full in the face with a glance seldom bestowed.

there was a churlish and unusual look about rigby. it was as if malignant, and yet at the same time a little frightened, he had screwed himself into doggedness.

‘i mean what lord monmouth means. he suggests that if your ladyship were to pass the summer at kissengen, for example, and a paragraph in the morning post were to announce that his lordship was about to join you there, all awkwardness would be removed; and no one could for a moment take the liberty of supposing, even if his lordship did not ultimately reach you, that anything like a separation had occurred.’

‘a separation!’ said lady monmouth.

‘quite amicable,’ said mr. rigby. ‘i would never have consented to interfere in the affair, but to secure that most desirable point.’

‘i will see lord monmouth at once,’ said lucretia, rising, her natural pallor aggravated into a ghoul-like tint.

‘his lordship has gone out,’ said mr. rigby, rather stubbornly.

‘our conversation, sir, then finishes; i wait his return.’ she bowed haughtily.

‘his lordship will never return to monmouth house again.’

lucretia sprang from the sofa.

‘miserable craven!’ she exclaimed. ‘has the cowardly tyrant fled? and he really thinks that i am to be crushed by such an instrument as this! pah! he may leave monmouth house, but i shall not. begone, sir!’

‘still anxious to secure an amicable separation,’ said mr. rigby, ‘your ladyship must allow me to place the circumstances of the case fairly before your excellent judgment. lord monmouth has decided upon a course: you know as well as i that he never swerves from his resolutions. he has left peremptory instructions, and he will listen to no appeal. he has empowered me to represent to your ladyship that he wishes in every way to consider your convenience. he suggests that everything, in short, should be arranged as if his lordship were himself unhappily no more; that your ladyship should at once enter into your jointure, which shall be made payable quarterly to your order, provided you can find it convenient to live upon the continent,’ added mr. rigby, with some hesitation.

‘and suppose i cannot?’

‘why, then, we will leave your ladyship to the assertion of your rights.’

‘we!’

‘i beg your ladyship’s pardon. i speak as the friend of the family, the trustee of your marriage settlement, well known also as lord monmouth’s executor,’ said mr. rigby, his countenance gradually regaining its usual callous confidence, and some degree of self-complacency, as he remembered the good things which he enumerated.

‘i have decided,’ said lady monmouth. ‘i will assert my rights. your master has mistaken my character and his own position. he shall rue the day that he assailed me.’

‘i should be sorry if there were any violence,’ said mr. rigby, ‘especially as everything is left to my management and control. an office, indeed, which i only accepted for your mutual advantage. i think, upon reflection, i might put before your ladyship some considerations which might induce you, on the whole, to be of opinion that it will be better for us to draw together in this business, as we have hitherto, indeed, throughout an acquaintance now of some years.’ rigby was assuming all his usual tone of brazen familiarity.

‘your self-confidence exceeds even lord monmouth’s estimate of it,’ said lucretia.

‘now, now, you are unkind. your ladyship mistakes my position. i am interfering in this business for your sake. i might have refused the office. it would have fallen to another, who would have fulfilled it without any delicacy and consideration for your feelings. view my interposition in that light, my dear lady monmouth, and circumstances will assume altogether a new colour.’

‘i beg that you will quit the house, sir.’

mr. rigby shook his head. ‘i would with pleasure, to oblige you, were it in my power; but lord monmouth has particularly desired that i should take up my residence here permanently. the servants are now my servants. it is useless to ring the bell. for your ladyship’s sake, i wish everything to be accomplished with tranquillity, and, if possible, friendliness and good feeling. you can have even a week for the preparations for your departure, if necessary. i will take that upon myself. any carriages, too, that you desire; your jewels, at least all those that are not at the bankers’. the arrangement about your jointure, your letters of credit, even your passport, i will attend to myself; only too happy if, by this painful interference, i have in any way contributed to soften the annoyance which, at the first blush, you may naturally experience, but which, like everything else, take my word, will wear off.’

‘i shall send for lord eskdale,’ said lady monmouth. ‘he is a gentleman.’

‘i am quite sure,’ said mr. rigby, ‘that lord eskdale will give you the same advice as myself, if he only reads your ladyship’s letters,’ he added slowly, ‘to prince trautsmansdorff.’

‘my letters?’ said lady monmouth.

‘pardon me,’ said rigby, putting his hand in his pocket, as if to guard some treasure, ‘i have no wish to revive painful associations; but i have them, and i must act upon them, if you persist in treating me as a foe, who am in reality your best friend; which indeed i ought to be, having the honour of acting as trustee under your marriage settlement, and having known you so many years.’

‘leave me for the present alone,’ said lady monmouth. ‘send me my servant, if i have one. i shall not remain here the week which you mention, but quit at once this house, which i wish i had never entered. adieu! mr. rigby, you are now lord of monmouth house, and yet i cannot help feeling you too will be discharged before he dies.’

mr. rigby made lady monmouth a bow such as became the master of the house, and then withdrew.