In the course of the debate on Tuesday, Phineas got upon his legs.  The reader, I trust, will remember that hitherto he had failed altogether as a speaker.  On one occasion he had lacked even the spirit to use and deliver an oration which he had prepared.  On a second occasion he had broken down,—­woefully, and past all redemption, as said those who were not his friends,—­unfortunately, but not past redemption, as said those who were his true friends.  After that once again he had arisen and said a few words which had called for no remark, and had been spoken as though he were in the habit of addressing the House daily.  It may be doubted whether there were half-a-dozen men now present who recognised the fact that this man, who was so well known to so many of them, was now about to make another attempt at a first speech.  Phineas himself diligently attempted to forget that such was the case.  He had prepared for himself a few headings of what he intended to say, and on one or two points had arranged his words.  His hope was that even though he should forget the words, he might still be able to cling to the thread of his discourse.  When he found himself again upon his legs amidst those crowded seats, for a few moments there came upon him that old sensation of awe.  Again things grew dim before his eyes, and again he hardly knew at which end of that long chamber the Speaker was sitting.  But there arose within him a sudden courage, as soon as the sound of his own voice in that room had made itself intimate to his ear; and after the first few sentences, all fear, all awe, was gone from him.  When he read his speech in the report afterwards, he found that he had strayed very wide of his intended course, but he had strayed without tumbling into ditches, or falling into sunken pits.  He had spoken much from Mr. Monk’s letter, but had had the grace to acknowledge whence had come his inspiration.  He hardly knew, however, whether he had failed again or not, till Barrington Erle came up to him as they were leaving the House, with his old easy pressing manner.  “So you have got into form at last,” he said.  “I always thought that it would come.  I never for a moment believed but that it would come sooner or later.”  Phineas Finn answered not a word; but he went home and lay awake all night triumphant.  The verdict of Barrington Erle sufficed to assure him that he had succeeded.

CHAPTER XXXVII

A Rough Encounter

Phineas, when he woke, had two matters to occupy his mind,—­his success of the previous night, and his coming interview with Lord Chiltern.  He stayed at home the whole morning, knowing that nothing could be done before the hour Lord Chiltern had named for his visit.  He read every word of the debate, studiously postponing the perusal of his own speech till he should come to it in due order.  And then he wrote to his father, commencing his letter as though his writing had no reference to the affairs of the