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though he were
rolling in wealth. He was soon tired of Tankerville, and as he could do
nothing further, on the spot, till the time for canvassing should come on,
about ten days previous to the election, he returned to London,
somewhat at a loss to know how to bestir himself. But in London he
received a letter from another old friend, which decided him:--
My dear Mr. Finn, [said the letter] of course you know that Oswald is
now master of the Brake hounds. Upon my word, I think it is the place
in the world for which he is most fit. He is a great martinet in the field,
and works at it as though it were for his bread. We have been here
looking after the kennels and getting up the horses since the beginning
of August, and have been cub-hunting ever so long. Oswald wants to
know whether you won't come down to him till the election begins in
earnest.
We were so glad to hear that you were going to appear again. I have
always known that it would be so. I have told Oswald scores of times
that I was sure you would never be happy out of Parliament, and that
your real home must be somewhere near the Treasury Chambers. You
can't alter a man's nature. Oswald was born to be a master of hounds,
and you were born to be a Secretary of State. He works the hardest and
gets the least pay for it; but then, as he says, he does not run so great a
risk of being turned out.
We haven't much of a house, but we have plenty of room for you. As
for the house, it was a matter of course, whether good or bad. It goes

with the kennels, and I should as little think of having a choice as
though I were one of the horses. We have very good stables, and such a
stud! I can't tell you how many there are. In October it seems as though
their name were legion. In March there is never anything for any body
to ride on. I generally find then that mine are taken for the whips. Do
come and take advantage of the flush. I can't tell you how glad we shall
be to see you. Oswald ought to have written himself, but he says--; I
won't tell you what he says. We shall take no refusal. You can have
nothing to do before you are wanted at Tankerville.
I was so sorry to hear of your great loss. I hardly know whether to
mention it or to be silent in writing. If you were here of course I should
speak of her. And I would rather renew your grief for a time than allow
you to think that I am indifferent. Pray come to us.
Yours ever most sincerely,
VIOLET CHILTERN.
Harrington Hall, Wednesday.
Phineas Finn at once made up his mind that he would go to Harrington
Hall. There was the prospect in this of an immediate return to some of
the most charming pleasures of the old life, which was very grateful to
him. It pleased him much that he should have been so thought of by
this lady,--that she should have sought him out at once, at the moment
of his reappearance. That she would have remembered him, he was
quite sure, and that her husband, Lord Chiltern, should remember him
also, was beyond a doubt. There had been passages in their joint lives
which people cannot forget. But it might so well have been the case
that they should not have cared to renew their acquaintance with him.
As it was, they must have made close inquiry, and had sought him at
the first day of his reappearance. The letter had reached him through
the hands of Barrington Erle, who was a cousin of Lord Chiltern, and
was at once answered as follows:--
Fowler's Hotel, Jermyn Street, October 1st.

MY DEAR LADY CHILTERN,
I cannot tell you how much pleasure the very sight of your handwriting
gave me. Yes, here I am again, trying my hand at the old game. They
say that you can never cure a gambler or a politician; and, though I had
very much to make me happy till that great blow came upon me, I
believe that it is so. I am uneasy till I can see once more the Speaker's
wig, and hear bitter things said of this "right honourable gentleman,"
and of that noble friend. I want to be once more in the midst of it; and
as I have been left singularly desolate in the world, without a tie by
which I am bound to aught but an honourable mode of living, I have