When full upon his ardent soul
The champion feels the influence roll,
He swims the lake, he leaps the wall,
Heeds not the depth, nor plumbs the fall. 
Unshielded, mailless, on he goes,
Singly against a host of foes! 

                                          Harold the Dauntless.

‘Jem!  Jem! have you heard?’

‘What should I hear?’

‘Mr. Lester is going to retire at Christmas!’

‘Does that account for your irrational excitement?’

’And it has not occurred to you that the grammar-school would be the making of you!  Endowment, 150 pounds ­thirty, forty boys at 10 pounds per annum, 400 pounds at least.  That is 550 pounds ­say 600 pounds for certain; and it would be doubled under a scholar and a gentleman ­1200 pounds a year!  And you might throw it open to boarders; set up the houses in the Terrace, and let them at ­say 40 pounds?  Nine houses, nine times forty ­’

‘Well done, Fitzjocelyn!  At this rate one need not go out to Peru.’

’Exactly so; you would be doubling the value of your own property as a secondary consideration, and doing incalculable good ­’

’As if there were any more chance of my getting the school than of the rest of it!’

‘So you really had not thought of standing?’

’I would, most gladly, if there were the least hope of success.  I can’t afford to miss any chance; but it is mere folly to talk of it.  One-half of the trustees detest my principles; the others would think themselves insulted by a young man in deacon’s orders offering himself.’

’It is evident that you are the only man on whom they can combine who can save the school, and do any good to all those boys ­mind you, the important middle class, whom I would do anything to train in sound principles.’

’So far, it is in my favour that I am one of the few University men educated here.’

’You are your grandmother’s grandson ­that is everything! and you have more experience of teaching than most men twice your age.’

James made a face at his experience; but little stimulus was needed to make him attempt to avail himself of so fair an opening, coming so much sooner than he could have dared to expect.  It was now September, and the two months of waiting and separation seemed already like so many years.  By the time Mrs. Frost came in from her walk, she found the two young gentlemen devising a circular, and composing applications for testimonials.

After the first start of surprise, and telling James he ought to go to school himself, Mrs. Frost was easily persuaded to enter heartily into the project; but she insisted on the first measure being to consult Mr. Calcott.  He was the head of the old sound and respectable party ­the chairman of everything, both in county and borough ­and had the casting vote among the eight trustees of King Edward’s School, who, by old custom, nominated each other from the landholders within the town.  She strongly deprecated attempting anything without first ascertaining his views; and, as the young men had lashed themselves into great ardour, the three walked off at once to lay the proposal before the Squire.

But Mr. Calcott was not at home.  He had set off yesterday, with Miss Calcott and Miss Caroline, for a tour in Wales, and would not return for a week or ten days.

To the imaginations of Lord Fitzjocelyn and Mr. Frost, this was fatal delay.  Besides, he would be sure to linger! ­He would not come home for a month ­nay, six weeks at least! ­What candidates might not start ­what pledges might not be given in the meantime!

James, vehement and disappointed, went home to spend the evening on the concoction of what his grandmother approved as ‘a very proper letter,’ to be despatched to meet the Squire at the post-office at Caernarvon, and resigned himself to grumble away the period of his absence, secretly relieved at the postponement of the evil day of the canvass, at which all the Pendragon blood was in a state of revolt.

But Louis, in his solitude at Ormersfield, had nothing to distract his thoughts, or prevent him from lapsing into one of his most single-eyed fits of impetuosity.  He had come to regard James as the sole hope for Northwold school, and Northwold school as the sole hope for James; and had created an indefinite host of dangerous applicants, only to be forestalled by the most vigorous measures.  Evening, night, and morning, did but increase the conviction, till he ordered his horse, and galloped to the Terrace as though the speed of his charger would decide the contest.

Eloquently and piteously did he protest against James’s promise to take no steps until the Squire’s opinion should be known.  He convinced his cousin, talked over his aunt, and prevailed to have the letter re-written, and sent off to the post with the applications for testimonials.

Then the rough draft of the circular was revised and corrected, till it appeared so admirable to Louis, that he snatched it up, and ran away with it to read it to old Mr. Walby, who was one of the trustees, and very fond of his last year’s patient.  His promise, good easy man, was pretty sure to be the prize of the first applicant; but this did not render it less valuable to his young lordship, who came back all glorious with an eighth part of the victory, and highly delighted with the excellent apothecary’s most judicious and gratifying sentiments, ­namely, all his own eager rhetoric, to which the good man had cordially given his meek puzzle-headed assent.  Thenceforth Mr. Walby was to ‘think’ all Fitzjocelyn’s strongest recommendations of his cousin.

There was no use in holding back now.  James was committed, and, besides, there was a vision looming in the distance of a scholar from a foreign University with less than half a creed.  Thenceforth prompt measures were a mere duty to the rising generation; and Louis dragged his Coriolanus into the town, to call upon certain substantial tradesmen, who had voices among the eight.

Civility was great; but the portly grocer and gentlemanly bookseller had both learned prudence in many an election; neither would make any immediate reply ­the one because he never did anything but what Mr. Calcott directed, and the other never pledged himself till all the candidates were in the field, and he had impartially printed all their addresses.

Richardson, the solicitor, and man-of-business to the Ormersfield estate, appeared so sure a card, that James declared that he was ashamed of the farce of calling on him, but they obtained no decided reply.  Louis was proud that Richardson should display an independent conscience, and disdained his cousin’s sneering comment, that he had forgotten that there were other clients in the county besides the Fitzjocelyns.

No power could drag Mr. Frost a step further.  He would not hear of canvassing that ‘very intelligent’ Mr. Ramsbotham, of the Factory, who had been chosen at unawares by the trustees before his principles had developed themselves; far less on his nominee, the wealthy butcher, always more demonstratively of the same mind.

James declared, first, that he would have nothing to do with them; secondly, that he could not answer it to the Earl to let Louis ask a favour of them; thirdly, that he had rather fail than owe his election to them; fourthly, that it would be most improper usage of Mr. Calcott to curry favour with men who systematically opposed him; and, fifthly, that they could only vote for him on a misunderstanding of his intentions.

The eighth trustee was a dead letter, ­an old gentleman long retired from business at his bank to a cottage at the Lakes, where he was written to, but without much hope of his taking the trouble even to reply.  However, if the choice lay only between James and the representative of the new lights, there could be little reasonable fear.

Much fretting and fuming was expended on the non-arrival of a letter from Mr. Calcott; but on the appointed tenth day he came home, and the next morning James was at Ormersfield in an agony of disappointment.  The Squire had sent him a note, kind in expression, regretting his inability to give his interest to one for whom he had always so much regard, and whose family he so highly respected, but that he had already promised his support to a Mr. Powell, the under-master of a large classical school, whom he thought calculated for the situation, both by experience and acquirements.

James had been making sure enough of the school to growl at his intended duties; but he had built so entirely on success, and formed so many projects, that the disappointment was extreme; it appeared a cruel injury in so old a friend to have overlooked him.  He had been much vexed with his grandmother for regarding the veto as decisive; and he viewed all his hopes of happiness with Isabel as overthrown.

Louis partook and exaggerated his sentiments.  They railed ­the one fiercely, the other philosophically ­against the Squire’s domineering; they proved him narrow and prejudiced ­afraid of youth, afraid of salutary reform, bent on prolonging the dull old system, and on bringing in a mere usher.  They recollected a mauvais sujet from the said classical school; argued that it never turned out good scholars, nor good men; and that they should be conferring the greatest benefit on Northwold burghers yet unborn, by recalling the old Squire to a better mind, or by bringing in James Frost in spite of him.

Not without hopes of the first, though, as James told him, no one would have nourished them save himself, Louis set forth for Little Northwold, with the same valour which had made him the champion of the Marksedge poacher.  He found the old gentleman good-natured and sympathizing, for he liked the warm friendship of ‘the two boys,’ and had not the most remote idea of their disputing his verdict.

‘It is very unlucky that I was from home,’ he said.  ’I am afraid the disappointment will be the greater from its having gone so far.’

‘May I ask whether you are absolutely pledged to Mr. Powell?’

’Why, yes.  I may say so.  Considering all things, it is best as it is.  I should have been unwilling to vex my good old friend, Mrs. Frost; and yet,’ smiling benignantly on his fretted auditor, ’I have to look out for the school first of all, you know.’

’Perhaps I shall not allow that Mr. Powell is the best look-out for the school, sir.’

’Eh?  The best under the circumstances.  Such a place as this wants experience and discipline more than scholarship.  Powell is the very man, and has been waiting for it long; and young Frost could do much better for himself, if he will only have patience.’

’Then his age is all that is against him?  The only inferiority to Mr. Powell?

’Hm! yes, I may say so.  Inferior?  No, he is superior enough; it is a mere joke to compare them; but this is not a post for one of your young unmarried men.’

‘If that be all,’ cried Louis, ’the objection would be soon removed.  It may be an inducement to hear that you would be making two people happy instead of one.’

‘Now, don’t tell me so!’ almost angrily exclaimed the Squire.  ’Jem Frost marry!  He has no business to think of it these ten years!  He ought to be minding his grandmother and sister.  To marry on that school would be serving poor Mrs. Frost exactly as his poor absurd father did before him, and she is too old to have all that over again.  I thought he was of a different sort of stamp.’

‘My aunt gives her full consent.’

’I’ve no doubt of it! just like her!  But he ought to be ashamed to ask her, at her age, when she should have every comfort he could give her.  Pray, who is the lady?  There was some nonsense afloat about Miss Conway; but I never believed him so foolish!’

’It is perfectly true, but I must beg you not to mention it; I ought not to have been betrayed into mentioning it.’

’You need not caution me.  It is not news I should be forward to spread.  What does your father say to it?’

‘The engagement took place since he left England.’

‘I should think so!’ Then pausing, he added, with condescending good-nature, ’Well, Fitzjocelyn, I seem to you a terrible old flint-stone, but I can’t help that.  There are considerations besides true love, you know; and for these young people, they can’t have pined out their hearts yet, as, by your own showing, they have not been engaged three months.  If it were Sydney himself, I should tell him that love is all the better for keeping ­if it is good for anything; and where there is such a disparity, it ought, above all, to be tested by waiting.  So tell Master Jem, with my best wishes, to take care of his grandmother.  I shall think myself doing him a kindness in keeping him out of the school, if it is to hinder him from marrying at four-and-twenty, and a girl brought up as she has been!’

‘And, Mr. Calcott,’ said Louis, rising, ’you will excuse my viewing my cousin’s engagement as an additional motive for doing my utmost to promote his success in obtaining a situation, for which I consider him as eminently fitted.  Good morning, sir.’

‘Good morning, my Lord.’

Lord Fitzjocelyn departed so grave, so courteous, so dignified, so resolute, so comically like his father, that the old Squire threw himself back in his chair and laughed heartily.  The magnificent challenge of war to the knife, was no more to him than the adjuration he had heard last year in the justice-room; and he no more expected these two lads to make any effectual opposition than he did to see them repeal the game-laws.

The Viscount meanwhile rode off thoroughly roused to indignation.  The good sense of sixty naturally fell hard and cold on the ears of twenty-two, and it was one of the moments when counsel inflamed instead of checking him.  Never angry on his own account, he could be exceedingly wrathful for others; and the unlucky word, disparity, drove him especially wild.  In mere charity, he thought it right to withhold this insult to the Pendragons from his cousin’s ears; but this very reserve seemed to bind him to resent it in James’s stead; and he was far more blindly impetuous than if, as usual, he had seen James so vehement that he was obliged to try to curb and restrain him.

He would not hear of giving in!  When the Ramsbotham candidate appeared, and James scrupled to divide the contrary interest, Louis laid the whole blame of the split upon Mr. Calcott; while, as to poor Mr. Powell, no words were compassionate enough for his dull, slouching, ungentlemanly air; and he was pronounced to be an old writing-master, fit for nothing but to mend pens.

But Mr. Walby’s was still their sole promise.  The grocer followed the Squire; the bookseller was liberal, and had invited the Ramsbotham candidate to dinner.  On this alarming symptom, Fitzjocelyn fell upon Richardson, and talked, and talked, and talked, till the solicitor could either bear it no longer, or feared for the Ormersfield agency, and his vote was carried off as a captive.

This triumph alarmed Mrs. Frost and James, who knew how scrupulously the Earl abstained from seeking anything like a favour at Northwold; and they tried to impress this on Louis, but he was exalted far above even understanding the remonstrance.  It was all their disinterestedness; he had no notion of that guarded pride which would incur no obligation.  No, no; if Jem would be beholden to no one, he would accept all as personal kindness to himself.  Expect a return! he returned good-will ­of course he would do any one a kindness.  Claims, involving himself! he would take care of that; and off he went laughing.

He came in the next day, announcing a still grander and more formidable encounter.  He had met Mr. Ramsbotham himself, and secured his promise that, in case he failed in carrying his own man, he and the butcher would support Mr. Frost.

The fact was, that Lord Fitzjocelyn’s advocacy of the poacher, his free address, his sympathy for ‘the masses,’ and his careless words, had inspired expectations of his liberal views; Mr. Ramsbotham was not sorry to establish a claim, and was likewise gratified by the frank engaging manners, which increased the pleasure of being solicited by a nobleman ­a distinction of which he thought more than did all the opposite party.

To put James beyond the perils of the casting vote was next the point.  Without divulging his tactics, Louis flew off one morning by the train, made a sudden descent on the recluse banker at Ambleside, barbarously used his gift of the ceaseless tongue, till the poor old man was nearly distracted, touched his wife’s tender heart with good old Mrs. Frost and the two lovers, and made her promise to bring him comfortably and quietly down to stay at Ormersfield and give his vote.

And so, when the election finally came on, Mr. Calcott found himself left with only his faithful grocer to support his protege.  Three votes were given at once for the Reverend James Roland Frost Dynevor; the bookseller followed as soon as he saw how the land lay; and Ramsbotham and Co. swelled the majority as soon as they saw that their friend had no chance.

Poor Mr. Powell went home to his drudgery with his wrinkles deeper than ever; and his wife sighed as she resigned her last hope of sending her son to the University.

Mr. Calcott had, for the first time in his life, been over-ridden by an unscrupulous use of his neighbour’s rank; and of the youthfulness that inspired hopes of fixing a claim on an untried, inexperienced man.

The old Squire was severely hurt and mortified; but he was very magnanimous ­generously wished James joy, and congratulated Mrs. Frost with all his heart.  He was less cordial with Louis; but the worst he said of him was, that he was but a lad, his father was out of the way, and he wished he might not find that he had got himself into a scrape.  He could not think why a man of old Ormersfield’s age should go figuring round Cape Horn, instead of staying to keep his own son in order.

Sydney was absent; but the rest of the family and their friends were less forbearing than the person chiefly concerned.  They talked furiously, and made a strong exertion of forgiveness in order not to cut Fitzjocelyn.  Sir Gilbert Brewster vowed that it would serve him right to be turned out of the troop, and that he must keep a sharp look out lest he should sow disaffection among the Yeomanry.  Making friends with Ramsbotham! never taking out a gun!  The country was gone to the dogs when such as he was to be a peer!