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"We are forever divided," said Will. "I might as well be at Rome; she

would be no farther from me." But what we call our despair is often

only the painful eagerness of unfed hope. There were plenty of reasons

why he should not go--public reasons why he should not quit his post at

this crisis, leaving Mr. Brooke in the lurch when he needed "coaching"

for the election, and when there was so much canvassing, direct and

indirect, to be carried on. Will could not like to leave his own

chessmen in the heat of a game; and any candidate on the right side,

even if his brain and marrow had been as soft as was consistent with a

gentlemanly bearing, might help to turn a majority. To coach Mr.

Brooke and keep him steadily to the idea that he must pledge himself to

vote for the actual Reform Bill, instead of insisting on his

independence and power of pulling up in time, was not an easy task.

Mr. Farebrother's prophecy of a fourth candidate "in the bag" had not

yet been fulfilled, neither the Parliamentary Candidate Society nor any

other power on the watch to secure a reforming majority seeing a worthy

nodus for interference while there was a second reforming candidate

like Mr. Brooke, who might be returned at his own expense; and the

fight lay entirely between Pinkerton the old Tory member, Bagster the

new Whig member returned at the last election, and Brooke the future

independent member, who was to fetter himself for this occasion only.

Mr. Hawley and his party would bend all their forces to the return of

Pinkerton, and Mr. Brooke's success must depend either on plumpers

which would leave Bagster in the rear, or on the new minting of Tory

votes into reforming votes. The latter means, of course, would be

preferable.

This prospect of converting votes was a dangerous distraction to Mr.

Brooke: his impression that waverers were likely to be allured by

wavering statements, and also the liability of his mind to stick afresh

at opposing arguments as they turned up in his memory, gave Will

Ladislaw much trouble.

"You know there are tactics in these things," said Mr. Brooke; "meeting

people half-way--tempering your ideas--saying, 'Well now, there's

something in that,' and so on. I agree with you that this is a

peculiar occasion--the country with a will of its own--political

unions--that sort of thing--but we sometimes cut with rather too sharp

a knife, Ladislaw. These ten-pound householders, now: why ten? Draw

the line somewhere--yes: but why just at ten? That's a difficult

question, now, if you go into it."