previous night.  But he soon found himself compelled to break into some mention of it.  “I send you a Times,” he said, “in order that you may see that I have had my finger in the pie.  I have hitherto abstained from putting myself forward in the House, partly through a base fear for which I despise myself, and partly through a feeling of prudence that a man of my age should not be in a hurry to gather laurels.  This is literally true.  There has been the fear, and there has been the prudence.  My wonder is, that I have not incurred more contempt from others because I have been a coward.  People have been so kind to me that I must suppose them to have judged me more leniently than I have judged myself.”  Then, as he was putting up the paper, he looked again at his own speech, and of course read every word of it once more.  As he did so it occurred to him that the reporters had been more than courteous to him.  The man who had followed him had been, he thought, at any rate as long-winded as himself; but to this orator less than half a column had been granted.  To him had been granted ten lines in big type, and after that a whole column and a half.  Let Lord Chiltern come and do his worst!

When it wanted but twenty minutes to one, and he was beginning to think in what way he had better answer the half-mad lord, should the lord in his wrath be very mad, there came to him a note by the hand of some messenger.  He knew at once that it was from Lady Laura, and opened it in hot haste It was as follows:—­

   DEAR MR. FINN,

We are all talking about your speech.  My father was in the gallery and heard it,—­and said that he had to thank me for sending you to Loughton.  That made me very happy.  Mr. Kennedy declares that you were eloquent, but too short.  That coming from him is praise indeed.  I have seen Barrington, who takes pride to himself that you are his political child.  Violet says that it is the only speech she ever read.  I was there, and was delighted.  I was sure that it was in you to do it.

   Yours, L. K.

I suppose we shall see you after the House is up, but I write this as I shall barely have an opportunity of speaking to you then.  I shall be in Portman Square, not at home, from six till seven.

The moment in which Phineas refolded this note and put it into his breast coat-pocket was, I think, the happiest of his life.  Then, before he had withdrawn his hand from his breast, he remembered that what was now about to take place between him and Lord Chiltern would probably be the means of separating him altogether from Lady Laura and her family.  Nay, might it not render it necessary that he should abandon the seat in Parliament which had been conferred upon him by the personal kindness of Lord Brentford?  Let that be as it might.  One thing was clear to him.  He would not abandon Violet Effingham till he should be desired to do so in the plainest language by Violet Effingham herself.  Looking at his watch he saw that it was one o’clock, and at that moment Lord Chiltern was announced.