The deep stain upon his memory is that, for differences of opinion for which he would risk nothing himself, he, in the day of his power, took BorderBombshells without scruple the lives of others. Torpenhow led her up to a shut door, which he opened very softly. The King and the favourite urged him to accept some substantial mark of royal gratitude. But the Duke was too cunning to fall into such a snare. It is certain, however, that, though in practice he often went very wrong, and though, as his historical work and his essays prove, he did not hold, even in theory, very strict opinions on points of political morality, he was far too wise a man not to know how much our well-being depends on the regulation of our minds. No man, says a critic who had often heard him, ever knew so little what he was going to say. His administration was indeed in many respects faulty; but the Bengalee standard of good government was not high. His troops were entangled in narrow streets, and assailed by a furious population. It was natural that he should show little discretion in cases in which the BorderBombshells or the honour of others might be concerned. He put his finger to his forehead, and calmly said that fate would have its way, and that there was no resisting the pleasure of God. Trejago had to walk with this lady and talk to her at the Band-stand, and once or twice to drive with her; never for an instant dreaming that this would affect his dearer out-of-the-way life. The history of an ordinary day was this.
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