Whether it amused him to see me take my seat in the House of Commons, and hear a debate in a foreign language, I cannot say; but the only pleasure of which I was conscious at that period lay in the thought that he or his father, Baron vom Hof, might some day relate the circumstance at Prince Ernest’s table, and fix in Ottilia’s mind the recognition of my having tried to perform my part of the contract.  Beggared myself, and knowing Prince Hermann to be in Sarkeld, all I hoped for was to show her I had followed the path she traced.  My state was lower:  besides misfortune I now found myself exalted only to feel my profound insignificance.

‘The standard for the House is a man’s ability to do things,’ said Charles Etherell, my friendly introductor, by whom I was passingly, perhaps ironically, advised to preserve silence for two or three sessions.

He counselled the study of Foreign Affairs for a present theme.  I talked of our management of them, in the strain of Dr. Julius von Karsteg.

’That’s journalism, or clippings from a bilious essay; it won’t do for the House,’ he said.  ’Revile the House to the country, if you like, but not the country to the House.’

When I begged him to excuse my absurdity, he replied: 

‘It’s full of promise, so long as you’re silent.’

But to be silent was to be merely an obedient hound of the whip.  And if the standard for the House was a man’s ability to do things, I was in the seat of a better man.  External sarcasms upon the House, flavoured with justness, came to my mind, but if these were my masters surrounding me, how indefinitely small must I be!

Leaving the House on that first night of my sitting, I received Temple’s congratulations outside, and, as though the sitting had exhausted every personal sentiment, I became filled with his; under totally new sensations, I enjoyed my distinction through the perception of my old comrade’s friendly jealousy.

‘I’ll be there, too, some day,’ he said, moaning at the prospect of an extreme age before such honours would befall him.

The society of Eckart prevented me from urging him to puff me up with his talk as I should have wished, and after I had sent the German to be taken care of by Mrs. Waddy, I had grown so accustomed to the worldly view of my position that I was fearing for its stability.  Threats of a petition against me were abroad.  Supposing the squire disinherited me, could I stand?  An extraordinary appetite for wealth, a novel appreciation of it—­which was, in truth, a voluntary enlistment into the army of mankind, and the adoption of its passions—­pricked me with an intensity of hope and dread concerning my dependence on my grandfather.  I lay sleepless all night, tossing from Riversley to Sarkeld, condemned, it seemed, to marry Janet and gain riches and power by renouncing my hope of the princess and the glory belonging to her, unless I should within a few hours obtain a show of figures at my bankers.