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GREAT EXPECTATIONS
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD
MUGBY JUNCTION
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK
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CHARLES DICKENS
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
By F. A. Fraser, J. McLeaau and F. O. C. Darley
PAGK
MRS. GARGERY ON THE RAMPAGE .... Frontispiece
"TELL us TOUR NAME!" SAID THE MAN, "QUICK" . . 2
PIP WAITS ON Miss HAVISHAM ....... 53
OLD ORLICK AMONG THE CINDERS 108
"HALLOA," HE GROWLED, "WHERE ARE YOU TWO GOING?" 124
"THIS CHAP MURDERED HIS MASTER" 189
"OH, YOU MUST TAKE THE PURSE" 281
I ROSE OUT OF MY CHAIR AND STOOD WITH MY HAND UPON THE
BACK OF IT LOOKING WILDLY AT HIM . ... . 303
I ENTREATED HER TO RISE f1 ., 377
"DO YOU KNOW THIS?" SAID HE 403
WITH ESTELLA AFTER ALL 461
EDWIN DROOD
By S. Luke Fields
UNDER THE TREES 26
AT THE PIANO 57
MR. CRISPARKLE is OVERPAID . 96
DURDLES CAUTIONS MR. SAPSEA AGAINST BOASTING . . . 116
JASPER'S SACRIFICES 197
UP THE RIVER 226
MUGBY JUNCTION
MUGBY JUNCTION 44
THE SIGNAL MAN 69
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK
By Frederick Barnard and Habldt K. Browne (" Phiz ")
THE BOWYER'S DAUGHTER WOULD LOOK TIMIDLY BACK AT
HUGH, BESEECHING HIM TO DRAW NEARER ... 19
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
THE REJECTED CANDIDATE 26
" AS HE SAT UPON A LOW SEAT BESIDE MY WIFE, I WOULD PEER
AT HIM FOR HOURS TOGETHER FROM BEHIND A TREE " . 39
MR. PICKWICK VISITS MASTER HUMPHREY .... 47
"POINTING TO A BLACK OBJECT AT SOME DISTANCE, ASKED
WILL IF HE SAW THAT YONDER" 69
MR. PICKWICK ELECTED A MEMBER . . ._ .78
" VlTH THESE WORDS HE RUSHES INTO THE SHOP, BREAKS THE
DUMMY'S NOSE," ETC .90
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CHAPTER I.
MY father's family name beingNPirrip^ and my Christian
name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names
nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called
myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the author-
ity of his tombstone and my sister — Mrs^ ^Toejjargery, V"
who married the blacksmith. As I never sawjny ..father '^ \
or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of
"thenT^for Uieir days were long before the days of photo-
graphs), my first fancies regarding what they were like,
were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The
shape of the letters on my father's gave me an odd idea
that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black
hair. From the character and turn of the inscription,
" Also^Qeorgiana^Wife of the Above," I drew a childish
conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. To
five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long,
which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and
were sacred to the memory of fiye little brother^ of mine —
who gave up trying to get a living exceedingly eaHy"ln
that universal struggle — I am indebted for a belief I relig-
iously entertained that they had all been born on their
backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had
never taken them out in this state of existence.
Ours was the maj^sh-iujuiitry^. down by^the river, within,
as the river w<5imd, twenty miles of the sea. My first
most vivid and broad Impression of thlTTdentity of things,
seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw after-
noon towards evening. At such a time I found out for cer-
tain, that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the
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churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish,
and also Georgiana wife"~6l~ the above, were dead and
buried; and that Alexander^ Ba£thokomejw^_Abrahani) To-,
bias, and Roger, infant childrenToT^ie aforesaidTwere also
dead andT buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond
the churchyard, intersected with dykes and mounds and
gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes;
and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and
that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rush-
ing, was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers
growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.
" Hold your noise ! " cried a terrible voice, as a man
started up from among the graves at the side of the church
porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your
throat!"
^- A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on
his leg. A mar^with^o^at^ and with broken shoes,._and
! wit.fr flTLPlrl ...T9rg tift(TlFoiind~hTs head. A man who had been
soaked in water, and ^smothered in mud, and lamed by
stones, and cut by flints^ and stung_by nettles, and torn by
I briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled ;
/ and whose ttetfr~chatterecnn nis head as he seized me by*
l^the chin. •
"O! Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror.
"Pray don't do it, sir."
" Tell us your name ! " 'said the man. " Quick ! "
"Pip, sir."
"Once more," said the man, staring at me. "Give it
mouth ! "
"Pip. Pip, sir."
"Show us where you live," said the man. "Pint out
the place ! "
^- I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore
( among the alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from
\_the church.
, s The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me
o> \upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing
in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to
itself— forTie was~so~isird3errahd strong that he made it go
head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my
feet — when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated
on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread
ravenously.
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"You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what
fat cheeks you ha' got."
I believe they were fat, though I was at that time under-
sized, for my years, and not strong.
"Darn Me if I couldn't eat 'em," said the man, with a
threatening shake of his head, "and if I han't half a mind
to't!"
I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and
held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me;
partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from
crying.
" Now lookee here ! " said the man. " Where's your
mother? "
"There, sir!" said I.
He started, made a short run, and stopped and looked
over his shoulder.
" There, sir ! " I timidly explained. " Also Georgiana.
That's my mother."
" Oh ! " said he, coming back. " And is that your father
alonger your mother? "
"Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of jhiaparisji."
"Ha!" he muttered then, considering. "Who d'ye live
with — supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't
made up my mind about? "
" My sister, sir — Mr^_J^e^^argerj:::::wife__of_Joe Gar-
gery, the_blacksmith, sjr.,"
'^lacksmitETehT^aid he. And looked down at his leg.
After darkly looking at his leg and at me several times,
he came closer to my tombstone, took me by both arms,
and tilted me back as far as he could hold me; so that his
eyes looked most powerfully down into mine, and mine
looked most helplessly up into his.
"Now lookee here," he said, " the question being whether
you're to be let to live. You know what a file is? "
"Yes, sir."
" And you know what wittles is? "
" Yes, sir."
After each question he tilted me over a little more, so
as to give me a greater sense of helplessness and danger.
"You get me a file." He tilted me again. "And you
get me wittles." He tilted me again. "You bring 'em
both to me." He tilted me again. "Or I'll have your
heart and liver out." He tilted me again.
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I was dreadfully frightened, and so giddy that I clung
to him with both hands, and said, " If you would kindly
please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be
sick, and perhaps I could attend more."
He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the
church jumped over its own weather-cock. Then, he held
me by the arms in an upright position on the top of the
stone, and went on in these fearful terms :
" You bring me, to-morrow morning early, thatJUe^and
them wittles. You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery
over yonder. You do it, and you never dare to say a word
or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a
person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let
to live. You fail, or you go from my words in any par-
tickler, no matter how small it is, and your heart and your
liver shall be tore out, roasted and ate. Now, I ain't
alone, as you may think I am. There's a young man hid
with me, in comparison with which young manT am a
A~ngei. That young man hears the words I speak. That
young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting
at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. It is in wain
for a boy to attempt to hide himself from that young man.
A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may tuck
himself up, may draw the clothes over his head, may think
himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will
softly creep and creep his way to him and tear him open.
I am a keeping that young man from harming of you at the
present moment, with great difficulty. I find it wery hard
to hold that young man off of your inside. Now, what do
you say? "
I said that I would get him the file, and I would get
him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come to
him at the ^Saffielry^early in the morning.
" Say, Lord strike you dead if you don't! " said the man.
I saidso, and he took me down.
""^owT" he pursued, "you remember what you've under-
took, and you remember that young man, and you get
home!"
"Goo-good night, sir," I faltered.
" Much of that ! " said he, glancing about him over the
cold wet flat. " I wish I was a frog. Or a eel ! "
At the same time, he hugged his shuddering body in
both his arms — clasping himself, as if to hold himself to-
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gether — and Jumped towards the low church wall. As I
saw him go, picking his way among the nettles, and among
the brambles that bound the green mounds, he looked in
my young eyes as if he were eluding the hands of the dead
people, stretching up cautiously out of their graves, to get
a twist upon his ankle and pull him in.
When he came to the low church wall, he got over it,
like a man whose legs were numbed and stiff, and then
turned round to look for me. When I saw him turning, I
set my face towards home, and made the best use of my
legs. But presently I looked over my shoulder, and saw
him going on again towards the river, still hugging himself
in both arms, and picking his way with his sore feet among
the great stones dropped into the marshes here and there,
for stepping-places when the rains were heavy, or the tide
w^.s in.
I The marshes were just a long black horizontal line then,
as I stopped to look after him; and the river was just an-
other horizontal line, not nearly so broad nor yet so black;
and the sky was just a row of long angry red lines and
dense black lines intermixed. On the edge of the river I
could faintly make out the only two black things in all the
prospect that seemed to be standing upright; one of these
was the beacon by which the sailors Slbeibd — like an un-
hooped cask upon a pole — an ugly thing when you were-
near it; the other a gibbet, with some chains hanging to it
which had once held a pirate. The man was limping on
towards this latter, as if he were the pirate come to life,
and come down, and going back to hook himself up again.
It gave me a terrible turn when I thought so; and as I saw
the cattle lifting their heads to gaze after him, I wondered
whether they thought so too. I looked all round for the
horrible young man, and could see no signs of him. But
now I was frightened again, and ran home without stop-
ping.
CHAPTER II.
MY sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, was more than twenty
years' 5lde£jihan_L, and had established a great reputation
with" Herself and the neighbours because she had brought
me up "by hand." Having at that time to find out for
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myself what the expression meant, and knowing her to
have a hard and heavy hand, and to be much in the habit of
laying it upon her husband as well as upon me, I supposed
that Joe GargerV) and I^jgeie bQth_brojightttp by Land.
She^fras ifOta good-looking woman, my sister; and I
had a general impression that she must have made Joe
Gargery marry her by hand. Joe was a-4ajrman, with
curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and
with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they seemed
to have somehow got mixed with their own whites. He
was a mild, good-natured, sweet-tempered, easy-going,
foolish, dear fellow — a sort of Hercules in strength, and
also in weakness.
My sister, Mrs. Joe, withjjlackjiair and eyes, had such
a prevailing redness of skin, that I som£tinies_jised to won-
der whether it was possible she washed herself with a nut-
meg-grater instead of soap. She was tall and bony, and
almost always wore a coarse apron, fastened over her figure
behind with two loops, and having a square impregnable
bib in front, that was stuck full of pinsand needles. She
made it a ijowerful_mftrit, injierself, and~a~stTDng-reproach
against Joe, that she wore this apron so much. Though I
really see no reason why she should have worn it at all; or
why, if she did wear it at all, she should not have taken
It off every day of her life.
Joe's forge adjoined our house, which was a wooden
house, as many of the dwellings in our country were — most
of them, at that time. When I ran home from the church-
"yard, the forge^w^s- shut up, and Joe was sitting alone in
the kitchen. Joe and I being fellow-sufferers, and having
Qpniid£n£gs as such, Joe imparted a confidence to me, the
moment I raised the latch of the door and peeped in at him
opposite to it, silting in the chimney corner.
" Mrs. Joe has been out a dozen times, looking for you,
Pip. And she's out now, making it a baker's dozen."
"Is sh<??-* ' -~
"Yes, Pip," said Joe; "and what's worse, she's got
-Tickler with her."
At this dismal intelligence, I twisted the only button on
my waistcoat round and round, and looked in great depres-
sion at the fire. Tickler was a wax-ended piecejsf cane,
worn smooth by collision withinyTiCkled'ffame.
"She sot down," said Joe, "and she got up, and she
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made a grab at Tickler, and she Ram-paged out. That's
what she did," said Joe, slowly clearing the fire between
the lower bars with the poker, and looking at it: "she
Ram-paged out, Pip "
" Has she been gone long, Joe? " I always treated him
as a larger species of child, and as no more than my
equal.
" Well," said Joe, glancing up at the Dutch clock, " she's
been on the Ram-page, this last spell, about five minutes,
Pip. She's a coming! Get behind the door, old chap, and
have the jack-towel betwixt you."
I took the advice. My sister, Mrs. Joe, throwing the
door wide open, and finding an obstruction behind it, im-
mediately divined the cause, and applied Tickler to its fur-
tn~eil investigation. She concluded by throwing me — I often
served as a connubial missile — at Joe, who, glad to get
hold of me on any terms, passed me on into the chimney
and quietly fenced me up there with his great leg.
"Where have you been, you young monkey? " said Mrs.
Joe, stamping her foot. "Tell me directly what you've
been doing to wear me away with fret and fright and wor-
rit, or I'd have"you out or tnal corner if you was fifty Pips,
and he was five hundred Gargerys."
"I have only been to the churchward," said I, from my
stool, crying and rubbing myself.
"Churchyard!" repeated my sister. "If it warn' t for
me you'd have been to the churchyard long ago, and stayed
there. Who brought you up by hand? "
" You did," said I.
"And why did I do it, I should like to know?" ex-
claimed my sister.
I whimpered, "I don't know."
"7 don't!" said my sister. "I'd never do it again! I
know that. I may truly say I've never had this apron of
mine off, since born you were. It's bad enough to be a
blacksmith's wife, and him a Gargery, without being your
mother."
My thoughts strayed from that question as I looked dis-
consolately at the fire. For, the fugitive out on the marshes
with the ironed leg, the mysterious young man, the file,
the food, and the dreadful pledge I was under to commit a
larceny on those sheltering premises, rose before me in the
avenging coals.
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"Hah!" said Mrs. Joe, restoring Tickler to his station.
" Churchyard, indeed ! You may well say churchyard, you
two." One of us, by-the-bye, had not said it at all.
"You'll drive me to the churchyard betwixt you, one of
these days, aud oh, a pr-r-recious pair you'd be without me ! "
As she applied herself to set the tea-things, Joe peeped
down at me over his leg, as if he were mentally casting me
and himself up, and calculating what kind of pair we prac-
tically should make, under the grievous circumstances fore-
shadowed. After that, he sat feeling his right-side flaxen
curls and whisker, and following Mrs. Joe about with his
blue eye, as his manner always was at squally times.
My sister had a trenchant way of cutting our bread-and-
butter for us, that never varied. First, with her left hand
she jammed the loaf hard and fast against her bib — where
it sometimes got a pin into it, and sometimes a needle,
which we afterwards got into our mouths. Then she took
some butter (not too much) on a knife and spread it on the
loaf, in an apothecary kind of way, as if she were making
a plaister — using both sides of the knife with a slapping
dexterity, and trimming and moulding the butter off round
the crust. Then, she gave the knife a final smart wipe on
the edge of the plaister, and then sawed a very thick round
off the loaf: which she finally, before separating from the
loaf, hewed into two halves, of which Joe got one, and I
the other.
On the present occasion, though I was hungry, I dared
not eat my slice. I felt that I must have something in
reserve for my dreadful acquaintance, and his ally the
still more dreadful young man. I knew Mrs. Joe's house-
keeping to be of the strictest kind, and that my larcenous
researches might find nothing available in the safe. There-
fore I resolved to put my hunk of bread-and-butter down
the leg of my trousers.
The effort of resolution necessary to the achievement of
this purpose, 1 found to be quite awful. It was as if I had
to make up my mind to leap from the top of a high house,
or plunge into a great depth of water. And it was made
the more difficult by the unconscious Joe. In our already-
mentioned freemasonry as fellow-sufferers, and in his .good-
natured companionship with me, it was our evening habit
tcTcompare the way we bit through our slices, by silently
holding them up to each other's admiration now and then
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— which stim^1a.t,ftrl us to new exertions. To-night, Joe
several times invited me, by the display of his fast-dimin-
ishing slice, to enter upon our usual friendly competition;
but he found me, each time, with my yellow mug of tea on
one knee, and my untouched bread-and-butter on the other.
At last, I desperately considered that the thing I contem-
plated must be done, and that it had best be done in the
least imprflbjjple manner consistent with the circumstances.
I took advantage of a moment When Joe had just looked at
me, and got my bread-and-butter down my leg.
Joe was evidently made uncomfortable by what he sup-
posed to be my loss o^ppetite, andtook a thoughtful bite
out of his slice, which he didn't seem to enjoy. He turned
it about in his mouth much longer than usual, pondering
over it a good deal, and after all gulped it down like a
pill. He was about to take another bite, and had just got
his head on one side for a good purchase on it, when his
eye fell on me, and he saw that my bread-and-butter was
gone.
The wonder and consternation with which Joe stopped
on the threshold of Kit5 bilu smd~ stared at me, were too evi-
dent to escape my sister's observation.
" What's the matter now? " said she, smartly, as she put
down her cup.
" I say, you know ! " muttered Joe, shaking his head at
me in a very serious remonstrance. "Pip, old chap!
You'll do yourself a mischief. It'll stick somewhere.
You can't have chawed it, Pip."
"What's the matter now?" repeated my sister, more
sharply than before.
" If you can cough any trifle on it up, Pip, I'd recom-
mend you to doit," said Joe, ail aghast. "Manners is
manners, but still your elth's your elth."""
By this time, my sister was quite desperate, so she
pounced on~Joe7 and, taking him by the two whiskers,
knocked his head for a little while against the wall behind
him : while I sat in the corner, looking guiltily on.
"Now, perhaps you'll mention what's the matter,"
said my sister, out of breath, "you staring great stuck
pig."
Joe looked at her in a helpless way; then took a help-
less bite, and looked at me again.
"You know, Pip," said Joe, solemnly, with his last bite
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in his cheek, and ^peaking in a confidential voice, as if we
two were quite alone, " you and me is always friends, and
I'd be the last to tell upon you, any time. But such a — "
he moved his chair, and looked about the floor between us,
and then again at me — "such a most uncommon bolt as
that!"
"Been bolting his food, has he? " cried my "sister.
"You know, old chap," said Joe, looking at me, and 'not
at Mrs. Joe, with his bite still in his cheek, "I BoltecL
myself, when I was your age — frequent — and as a boy I've1
been among a many Bolters; but I never see your bolting
equal yet, Pip, and it's a mercy you ain't Bolted dead."
My sister made a dive at me, and fished me up by the
hair : saying nothing more than the awful words, " You
come along and be dosed."
Some medical beast had revived Tar- water in those days
as a fine medicine, and Mrs. Joe always kept a supply of
it in the cupboard; having a belief in its virtues corre-
spondent to its nastiness. At the best of times, so much of
this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative,
that I was conscious of going about, smelling like a new
fence. On this particular evening, the urgency of my case
demanded a pint of this mixture, which was poured down
my throat, for my greater comfort, while Mrs. Joe held my
head under her arm, as a boot would be held in a boot- jack.
Joe got off with half a pint; but was made to swallow that
(much to his disturbance, as he sat slowly munching and
meditating before the fire), "because he had had a turn."
Judging from myself, I should say he certainly had a turn
afterwards, if he had had none before.
Conscience is a dreadful thing when it accuses man or
boy; but when, in the case of a boy, that secret burden co-
operates with another secret burden down the leg of his
trousers, it is (as I can tes£ify}-a great punishment. The
guilty knowledge that I was going to rob Mrs. Joe — I
never thought I was going to rob Joe, for I never thought
of any of the housekeeping property as his — united to the
necessity of always keeping one hand on my bread-and-
butter as I sat, or when I was ordered about the kitchen on
any small errand, almost drove me out of my mind. Then,
as the marsh winds made ^he tire glow and flare, I thought
I heard the voice outside, of the man with the iron on his
leg who had sworn me to secrecy, declaring that he couldn't
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and wouldn't starve until to-morrow, but must be fed now.
At other times, I thought, What if the young man who
was with so much difficulty restrained from imbruing, his
hands in me, should yield to a constitutional impatience, or
should mistake the time, and should think himself accred-
ited to my heart and liver to-night, instead of to-morrow !
If ever anybody's hair stood on end with terror, mine must
have done so then. But, perhaps, nobody's ever did?
It was Christmas Eve, and I had to stir the pudding for
next day, with a copper-stick, from seven to eight by the
Dutch clock. I tried it with the \oadjupon my leg (and
that made me think afresh of the man with the load on his
leg), and found the tendency of exercise to bring the bread-
and-butter out at my ankle, quite unmanageable. Happily
I slipped away, ana deposited that part of my conscience
in my garret bedroom.
" Hark ! " said I, when I had done my stirring, and was
taking a final warm in the chimney corner before being
sent up to bed; " was that great guns, Joe? "
" Ah ! " said Joe. " There's another conwict off."
"What does that mean, Joe? " said I.
Mrs. Joe, who always took explanations upon herself,
said snappishly, " Escaped. Escaped." Administering the
definition like Tar-water.
While Mrs. Joe sat with her head bending over her
needlework, I put my mouth into the forms of saying to
Joe, "What's a convict?" Joe put his mouth into the
forms of returning such a highly elaborate answer, that
I could make out nothing of it but the single word,
"Pip."
"There was a conwict off last night," said Joe, aloud,
" after sunset- gun. And they fired warning of him,. And
now it appears they're firing warning of another."
" Who's firing? " said I.
"Drat that boy," interposed my sister, frowning at me
over her work, " what a questioner he is. Ask no ques-
tions, and you'll be told no lies."
It was not very polite to herself, I thought, to imply
that I should be told lies by her, even if I did ask ques-
tions. But she never was polite, unless there was com-
pany.
At this point, Joe greatly augmented my curiosity by
taking the utmost pains to open his mouth very wide, and
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to put it into the form of a word that looked to me like
"sulks." Therefore, I naturally pointed to Mrs. Joe, and
put my mouth into the form of saying " her? " But Joe
wouldn't hear of that at all, and opened his mouth very
wide, and shook the form of a most^mphatic word out of
it. But I could make nothing of the worcT
" Mrs. Joe," said I, as a last resort, " I should like to
know — if you wouldn't much mind — where the firing comes
from? "
" Lord bless the boy ! " exclaimed my sister, as if she
didn't quite mean that, but rather the contrary. "From
the Hulks!"
" Oh-h ! " said I looking at Joe. " Hulks ! "
Joe gave a reproachful cough, as much as to say, " Well,
I told you so."
" And please what's Hulks? " said I.
" That's the way with this boy ! " exclaimed my sister,
pointing me out with her needle and thread, and shaking
her head at me. "Answer him one question, and he'll ask
you a dozen directly. Hulks are prison-sjiips, right 'cross
th' meshes." We alwaysTised that name for marshes in
our country.
"I wonder who's put into prison-ships, and why they're
put there? " said I, in a general way, and with quiet des-
peration.
It was too much for Mrs. Joe, who immediately rose.
"I tell you what, young fellow," .said she, "I didn't bring
you up by hand to badger people's lives out. It would be
blame to me, and not praise, if I had. People are put in
the Hulks because they murder, and because they rob, and
forge, and do all sorts of bad; and they always begin by
asking questions. Now, you get along to bed ! "
I was never allowed a candie to light me to bed, and, as
I went upstairs in the dark, with my head tingling — from
Mrs. Joe's thimble having played the tambourine upon it,
t- to accompany her last words — I felt fearfully sensible of
•/ the great convenience that the hulks were handy for me.
.£ ( I was clearly on my way there. I had begun by asking
\ questions, and I was going to rob Mrs. Joe.
Since that time, which is far enough away now, I have
often thought that few people know what secrecy there is
in the young, under terror. No matter how unreasonable
the terror, so that it be terror. I was in mortal terror of
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the young man who wanted my heart and liver; I was in
mortal terror of my interlocutor with the iron leg; I was
in mortal terror of myself, from whom an awful promise
had been extracted; I had no hope of deliverance through
my all-powerful sister, who repulsed me at every turn; I
am afraid to think of what I might have done on require-
ment, in the secrecy of my terror.
If I slept at all that night, it was only to imagine my-
self drifting down the river on a strong spring-tide, to the
Hulks; a ghostly pirate calling out to me through a speak-
ing-trumpet, as I passed the gibbet-station, that I had bet-
ter come ashore and be hanged there at once, and not put
it off. I was afraid to sleep, even if I had been inclined,
for I knew that at the first faint dawn of morning I must
rob the pantry. There was no doing it in the night, for
there was no getting a light by easy friction then; to have
got one, I must have struck it out of flint and steel, and
have made a noise like the very pirate himself rattling his
chains.
As soon as the great black velvet pall outside my little
window was shot with grey, I got up and went downstairs;
every board upon the way, and every crack in every board,
calling after me, " Stop thief ! » and " Get up, Mrs. Joe ! "
In the pantry, which was far more abundantly supplied
than usual, owing to the season, I was very much alarmed,
by a hare hanging up by the heels, whom I rather thought
I caught, when my back was half turned, winking. I had
no time for verification, no time for selection, no time for
anything, for I had no time to spare. I stole some bread,
some rind of cheese, about half a jar of mincemeat (which
I tied up in my pocket-handkerchief with my last night's
slice), some brandy from a stone bottle (which I decanted
into a glass bottle I had secretly used for making that in-
toxicating-fluid, Spanish-liquorice-water, up in my room;
diluting the stone bottle from a jug in the kitchen cup-
board), a meat bone with very little on it, and a beautiful
round compact pork pie. I was nearly going away without
the pie, but I was tempted to mount upon a shelf, to look
what it was that was put away so carefully in a covered
earthenware dish in a corner, and I found it was the pie,
and I took it, in the hope that it was not intended for early
use, and would not be missed for some time.
There was a door in the kitchen communicating with the
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forge; I unlocked and unbolted that door, aud got a file
from among Joe's tools. Then I put the fastenings as I
had found them, opened the door at which I had entered
when I ran home last night, shut it, aud ran for the misty
marshes.
CHAPTER III.
IT was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the
damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some
goblin had oeen crying there all night, and using the win-
dow for a pocket-handkerchief. Now I saw the damp lying
on the bare hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of
spider s^weBs; hanging itself from twig to twig and blade
to blade. On every^rail and gate, wet lay clammy, and the
marsh-mist was so thick, that the wooden finger on the
post directing people to our village — a direction which they
never accepted, for they never came there — was invisible to
me until I was quite close under it. Then, as I looked up
at it, while it dripped, it seemed to my oppressed con-
science like a phantom devoting me to the Hulks.
The mist was heavier yet when I got out upon the
marshes, so that instead of my running at everything, every-
thing seemed to run at me. This was very disagreeable to
a guilty mind. The gates and dykes and banks came
bursting at me through the mist, as if they cried as plainly
js couM be, " A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie ! Stop
him ! " The cattle came upon me with like suddenness,
staring out of their eyes, and steaming out of their lios-
trils, "Holloa, young thief! " One black ox, with a white
cravat on — who even had to my awakened conscience some-
thing of a clerical air — fixed me so obstinately with his
eyes, and moved his blunt head round in such an accusatory
jnanner as I moved round, that IJjlubbered out to him, " I
couIcTrit help it, sir! It wasn't for myself I took it!"
Upon which he put down his head, blew a cloud of smoke
out of his nose, and vanished with a kick-up of his hind-
legs and a flourish of his tail.
All this time I was getting on towards the river; but
however fast I went, I couldn't warm my feet, to which
the damp cold seemed riveted, as the iron was riveted to
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the leg of the man I was running to meet. I knew my
way to the Battery, pretty straight, for I had been down
there on a Sunday with Joe, and Joe,, sitting on an old
gun, had told me that when I was 'prentice to him, regu-
lar]^_bojuid, we would have such Larks there! However,
in the confusion of the mist, I found myself at last too far
to the right, and consequently had to try back along the
river-side, on the bank of loose stones above the mud and
the stakes that staked the tide out. Making my way along
here with all dispatch, I had just crossed a ditch which 1
knew to be very near the Battery, and had just scrambled
up the mound beyond the ditch, when I saw the man sit-
ting before me. His back was towards me, and he had his
arms folded, and was nodding forward, heavy with sleep.
I thought he would be more glad if I came upon him
with his breakfast, in that unexpected manner, so I went
forward softly and touched him on the shoulder. He in-
stantly jumped up, and it was not the same man, but an-
other man !
And yet this man .was dressed in coarse grey, too, and
had a great iron on his leg, and was lame, and hoarse, and
cold, and was everything that the Other" man w"as";""except
" that he had not the same face, and had a flat, broad-
brimmed, low-crowned felt hat on. All this I saw in a mo-
ment, for I had only a moment to see it in : he swore an
oath at me, made a hit at me — it was a round, weak blow
that missed me and almost knocked himself down, for it
made him stumble — and then he ran into the mist, stum-
bling twice as he went, and I lost him.
"It's the young man!" I thought, feeling my heart
shoot as I identified him. I dare say I should have felt a
pain in my liver, too, if I had known where it was.
I was soon at the Battery, after that, and there was the
right man — hugging himself and limping to and fro, as if
he had never all night left off hugging and limping — waiting
for me. He was awfully cold, to be sure. I half expected
to see him drop down before my face and die of deadly
cold. His eyes looked so awfully; hungry, too, tfiat whein
1 handed him the file and he Iaid_jt3fiwnj3njbhe grass, it
occurred to me he would have £fied~to eaTTtpif he~had not
seen my bundle. He did not turn me upside down, this
time, to get at what I had, but left me right side upwards
while I opened the bundle and emptied my pockets.
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"What's in the bottle, boy? " said he.
"Brandy," said I.
He was already handing mincemeat down his throat in
the most curious manner — more like a man who was put-
ting it away somewhere in a violent hurry, than a man who
was eating it — but he left off to take some of the liquor.
He shivered all the while so violently, that it was quite as
much as he could do to keep the neck of the bottle between
his teeth, without biting it off.
" I think you have got the ague," said I.
"I'm much of your opinion, boy," said he.
"It's bad about here," I told him. "You've been lying
out on the meshes and they're dreadful aguish. Rheu-
matic too."
"I'll eat my breakfast afore they're the death of me,"
said he. "I'd do that if I was going to be strung up to
that there gallows as there is over there, directly arter-
wards. I'll beat the shivers so far, 7'11 bet you."
He was gobbling mincemeat, meat bone, bread, cheese,
and pork pie, all at once : staring distrustfully while he did
so at the mist all round us, and often stopping — even stop-
ping his jaws — to listen. Some real or fancied sound,
some clink upon the river or breathing of beast upon the
marsh, now gave him a start, and he said, suddenly :
" You're not a deceiving imp? You brought no one with
you? "
"No, sir! No!"
" Nor giv' no one the office to follow you? "
"No!"
"Well," said he, "I believe you. You'd be but a fierce
young hound indeed, if at your time of life you could help
to hunt a wretched warmint, hunted as near death and
dunghill as this poor wretched warmint is ! "
Something clicked in his throat as if he had works in
him like a clock, and was going to strike. And he smeared
his ragged rough sleeve over his eyes.
Pitying his desolation, and watching him as he gradually
settled down upon the pie, I made bold to say, " I am glad
you enjoy it."
" Did you speak? "
"I said, I was glad you enjoyed it."
"Thankee, rny boy. I do."
I had often watched a large dog of ours eating his food;
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and I now noticed a decided similarity between the dog's
way of eating, and the man's. The man took strong sharp
sudden bites, just like the dog. He swallowed, or rather
snapped up, every mouthful, too soon and too fast; and he
looked sideways here and there while he ate, as if he
thought there was danger in every direction of somebody's
coming to take the pie away. He was altogether too un-
settled in his mind over it, to appreciate it comfortably, I
thought, or to have anybody to dine with him, without
making a chop with his jaws at the visitor. In all of
which particulars he was very like the dog.
"I am afraid you won't leave any of it for him," said I,
timidly; after a silence during which I had hesitated as to
the politeness of making the remark. " There's no more
to be got where that came from." It was the certainty of
this fact that impelled me to offer the hint.
"Leave any for him? Who's him?" said my friend,
stopping in his crunching of pie-crust.
" The young man. That you spoke of. That was hid
with you."
"Oh ah!" he returned, with something like a gruff
laugh. " Him? Yes, yes ! He don't want no wittles."
"I thought he looked as if he did," said I.
The man stopped eating, and regarded me with the keen-
est scrutiny and the greatest surprise.
'Looked? When?"
" Just now."
'Where?"
"Yonder," said I, pointing; "over there, where I found
him nodding asleep, and thought it was you."
He held me by the collar and sjbared at me so. that I be-
gan to think his first idea about cutting mjTtnroat had re-
yiveoL,
"Dressed like you, you know, only with a hat," I ex-
plained, trembling; "and — and" — I was very anxious to
put this delicately — " and with — the same reason for want-
ing to borrow a file. Didn't you hear the cannon last
night? "
" Then, there was firing ! " he said to himself.
"I wonder you shouldn't have been sure of that," I re-
turned, "for we heard it up at home, and that's further
ar/ay, and we were shut in besides."
" Why, see now ! " said he. " When a man's alone on
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these flats, with a light head and a light stomach, perish-
ing of cold and want, he hears nothin' all night, but guns
firing, and voices calling. Hears? He sees the soldiers,
with their red coats lighted up by the torches carried afore,
closing in round him. Hears his number called, hears him-
self challenged, hears the rattle of the muskets, hears the
orders ' Make ready ! Present ! Cover him steady, men ! '
and is laid hands on — and there's nothin' ! Why, if I see
one pursuing party last night — coming up in order, Damn
'em, with their tramp, tramp — I see a hundred. And as
to firing! Why, I see the mist shake with the cannon,
arter it was broad day. — But this man; " he had said all
the rest as if he had forgotten my being there; "did you
notice anything in him? "
"He had a badly bruised face," said I, recalling what I
hardly knew I knew.
"Not here? " exclaimed the man, striking his left cheek
mercilessly, with the flat of his hand.
" Yes, there ! "
" Where is he? " He crammed what little food was left,
into the breast of his grey jacket. " Show me the way he
went. I'll pull him down, like a bloodhound. Curse this
iron on my sore leg! Give us hold of the file, boy."
I indicated in what direction the mist had shrouded the
other man, and he looked up at it for an instant. But he
was down on the rank wet grass, filing at his iron like a
madman, and not minding me or minding his own leg,
which had an old chafe upon it and was bloody, but which
he handled as roughly as if it had no more feeling in it
than the file. I was very much afraid of him again, now
that he had worked himself into this fierce hurry, and I
was likewise very much afraid of keeping away from home
any longer. I told him I must go, but he took no notice,
so I thought the best thing I could do was to slip off. The
last I saw of him, his head was bent over his knee and he
was working hard at his fetter, muttering impatient impre-
cations at it and his leg. The last I heard of him, I stopped
in the mist to listen, and the file was still going.
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CHAPTER IV.
I FULLY expected to find a Constable in the kitchen,
waiting to take me up. But not only was there no Con-
stable there, but no discovery had yet been made of the
robbery. Mrs. Joe was prodigiously busy in getting the
house ready for the festivities of the day, and Joe had
been put upon the kitchen door-step to keep him out of the
dust-pan — an article into which his dgstia-y always led him,
sooner or later", When "my" sis"ter~was vigorously reaping the
floors of her establishment.
"And where the deuce ha' you been?" was Mrs. Joe's
Christmas salutation, when I and my conscience showed
ourselves.
I said I had been down to hear the Carols. " Ah ! well ! "
observed Mrs. Joe. " You might ha' done worse." Not a
doubt of that I thought.
"Perhaps if I warn't a blacksmith's wife, and (what's
the same thing) a slave with her apron never off, / should
have been to hear the Carols," said Mrs. Joe. " I'm rather
partial to Carols myself, and that's the best of reasons for
my never hearing any."
Joe, who had ventured into the kitchen after me as the
dust-pan had retired before us, drew the back of his hand
across his nose with a conciliatory air, when Mrs. Joe
darted a look at him, and, when her eyes were withdrawn,
secretly crossed his two forefingers, and exhibited them to
me, as our token that Mrs. Joe was in a cross temper.
This was so much her normal state, that Joe and I would
often, for weeks together, be, as to our fingers, like monu-
mental Crusaders as to their legs.
We were to have a superb dinner, consisting of a leg of
pickled pork and greens, and a pair of roast stuffed fowls.
A handsome mince-pie had been made yesterday morning
(which accounted for the mincemeat not being missed), and
the pudding was already on the boil. These extensive ar-
rangements occasioned us to be cut off unceremoniously in
respect of breakfast; "for I ain't," said Mrs. Joe, "I ain't
a going to have no formal cramming and busting and wash-
ing up now, with what I've got before me, I promise you! "
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So, we had our slices served out, as if we were two thou-
sand troops on a forced march instead of a man and boy at
home; and we took gulps of milk and water, with apolo-
getic countenances, from a jug on the dresser. In the
meantime, Mrs. Joe put clean white curtains up, and tacked
a new flowered-flounce across the wide chimney to replace
the old one, and uncovered the little state parlour across
the passage, which was never uncovered at any other time,
but passed the rest of the year in a cool haze of silver pa-
per, which even extended to the four little white crockery
poodles on the mantelshelf, each with a black nose and a
basket of flowers in his mouth, and each the counterpart of
the other. Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but
had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncom-
fortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is
next to Godliness, and some people do the same by their
religion.
My sister having so much to do, was going to church
vicariously; that is to say, Joe and I' were going. In his
working clothes, Joe was a well-knit characteristic-looking
blacksmith; in his holiday clothes, he was more like a
scarecrow in good circumstances, than anything else.
Nothing that he wore then, fitted him or seemed to belong
to him; and everything that he wore then, grazed him.
On the present festive occasion he emerged from his room,
when the blithe bells were going, the picture of misery, in
a full suit of Sunday penitentials. As to me, I think my
sister must have had some general idea that I was a young
offender whom an Accoucheur Policeman had taken up (on
my birthday) and delivered over to her, to be dealt with
according to the outraged majesty of the law. I was al-
ways treated as if I had insisted on being born in opposi-
tion to the dictates of reason, religion, and morality, and
against the dissuading arguments of my best friends. Even
when I was taken to have a new suit of clothes, the tailor
had orders to make them like a kind of Reformatory, and
on no account to let me have the free use of my limbs.
Joe and I going to church, therefore, must have been a
moving spectacle for compassionate minds. Yet, what I
suffered outside, was nothing to what I underwent within.
The terrors that had assailed me whenever Mrs. Joe had
gone near the pantry, or out of the room, were only to be
equalled by the remorse with which my mind dwelt on
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what my hands had done. Under the weight of my wicked
secretj I pondered whether the Church would be powerful
enough to shield me from the vengeance of the terrible
young man, if I divulged to that establishment. I con-
ceived the idea that the time when the banns were read and
when the clergyman said, "Ye are now to declare it!"
would be the time for me to rise and propose a private con-
ference in the vestry. I am far from being sure that I
might not have astonished our small congregation by re-
sorting to this extreme measure, but for its being Christmas
Day and no Sunday.
Mr. Wopsle, the clerk at church, was to dine with us;
and Mr. Hubble, the wheelwright, and Mrs. Hubble; and
Uncle Pumblechook (Joe's uncle, but Mrs. Joe appropri-
ated him), who was a well-to-do cornchandler in the near-
est town, and drove his own chaise-cart. The dinner hour
was half-past one. When Joe and I got home, we found
the table laid, and Mrs. Joe dressed, and the dinner dress-
ing, and the front door unlocked (it never was at any other
time) for the company to enter by, and everything most
splendid. And still, not a word of the robbery.
The time came, without bringing with_i£_any relief to my
feelings, and the company came. <ffir. Jflj^slgP united to
a Koman nose and a large shining baldforehead, had a
deep voice which he was uncommonly proud of, indeed it
was understood among his acquaintance that if you could
only give him his head, he would read the clergyman into
fits; he himself confessed that if the Church was "thrown
open," meaning to competition, he would not despair of
making his mark in it. The Church not being " thrown
open," he was, as I have said, our clerk. But he punished
the Amens tremendously; and when he gave out the psalm
— always giving the whole verse — he looked all around the
congregation first, as much as to say, "You have heard
our friend overhead; oblige me with your opinion of this
style ! "
I opened the door to the company — making believe that
it was a habit.^f ours to open that door — and I opened it
first t0 Mr, Wopsle^ next to Mr. and Mrs. Hubble^and last,
' TP'
nTnNechook'^jy.B. 1 was not allowedto
cldl him uncle, "under the "severest penalties.
"Mrs. Joe," said Uncle Pumblechook; a large hard-
breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish,
22 GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his
head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but
choked, and had that moment come to; " I have brought
you as the compliments of the season — I have brought you,
Mum, a bottle of sherry wine — and I have brought you,
Mum, a bottle of port wine."
Every Christmas Day he presented himself, as a pro-
found novelty, with exactly the same words, and carrying
the two bottles like dumb-bells. Every Christmas Day,
Mrs. Joe replied, as she now replied, " Oh, Un — cle Pum —
ble — chook! This is kind!" Every Christinas Day, he
retorted, as he now retorted, "It's no more than your
merits. And now are you all bobbish, and how's Sixpen-
north of halfpence? " meaning me.
We dined on these occasions in the kitchen, and ad-
journed, for the nuts and oranges and apples, to the par-
lour; which was a change very like Joe's change from his
working clothes to his Sunday dress. My sister was un-
commonly lively on the present occasion, and indeed was
generally more gracious in the society of Mrs. Hubble than
in other company . I remember Mrs. Hubble as a little
curly sharp-edged person in sky-blue, who held a conven-
tionally jjivenile position, because she had married Mr.
Hubble — I don't know at what remote period — when she
was much younger than he. I remember Mr. Hubble as a
tough high-shouldered stooping old man, of a sawdust}'
fragrance, with Tiis legs extraordinarily wide apart : so that
in my short days I always saw some miles of open country
between them when I met him coming up the lane.
Among this good company I should have felt myself,
even if I hadn't robbed the pantry, in a false position.
Not because I was squeezed in at an acute angle of the
table-cloth, with the table in my chest, and the Pumble-
chookian elbow in my eye, nor because I was not allowed
to speak (I didn't want to speak), nor because I was re-
galed with the scaly tips of the drumsticks of the fowTs7
and with those obscure corners of pork of which the pig,
when living, had haoBie least reason to be vain. No; I
should not have minded jhat if they would "rjly havp Iff*
mealone^ But they wouldn't leave me alone. They
stjemed to think the opportunity lost, if they failed to point
the conversation at me, every now and then, and— stick the
point into me, I might ha/ve been an unfortunate little
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bull in a Spanish arena, I got so smartingly touched up by
these moral goads.
It began the moment we sat down to dinner. Mr.
Wopsle said grace with theatrical declamation — as it now
appears to me, something like a religious cross of the Ghosj;
in Hamlet with Bichard the Third — and ended with" the
Tery proper aspiration that we might be truly grateful.
Upon which my sister fixed me with her eye, and said, in
a low reproachful voice, " Do you hear that? Be grateful."
"Especially," said Mr. Pumblechook, "be grateful, boy,
to them which brought you up by hand."
Mrs. Hubble shook her head, and contemplating me with
a mournful presentiment that I should come to no good,
asked, " Why is it that the young are never grateful? "
This moral mystery seemed too much for the company un-
til Mr. Hubble tersely solved it by saying, "laterally
wicious." Everybody then murmured " True ! " and looked
at me in a particularly unpleasant and personal manner.
Joe's station and influence were something feebler (if
possible) when there was company, than when there was
none. But he always aided and comforted me when he
could, in some way of his own, and he always did so at
dinner-time by giving me gravy, if there were any. There
being plenty of gravy to-day, Joe spooned into iny plate,
at this point, about half a pint.
A little later on in the dinner, Mr. Wopsle reviewed the
sermon with some severity, and intimated — in the usual
hypothetical case of the Church being " thrown open " —
what kind of sermon he would have given them. After fa-
vouring them with some heads of that discourse, he re-
marked that he considered the subject of the day's homily,
ill-chosen; which was the less excusable, he added, when
there were so many subjects "going about."
"True again," said Uncle Pumblechook. "You've hit
it, sir ! Plenty of subjects going about, for them that know
how to put salt upon their tails. That's what's wanted.
A man needn't go far to find a subject, if he's ready with
his salt- box." Mr. Pumblechook added, after a short in-
terval of reflection, "Look at Pork alone. There's a sub-
ject ! If you want a subject, look at Pork ! "
" True, sir. Many a moral for the young," returned Mr.
Wopsle; and I knew he was going to lug me in, before he
said it; " might be deduced from that text."
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("You listen to this," said my sister to me, in a severe
parenthesis. )
Joe gave me some more gravy.
"Swine," pursued Mr. Wopsle, in his deepest voice, and
pointing his fork at my blushes, as if he were mentioning
my Christian name; " Swine were the companions of the
prodigal. The gluttony of Swine is put before us, as an
example to the young." (I thought this pretty well in him
who had been praising up the pork for being so plump and
juicy.) "What is detestable in a pig, is more detestable
in a boy."
"Or girl," suggested Mr. Hubble.
"Of course, or girl, Mr. Hubble," assented Mr. Wopsle,
rather irritably, "but there is no girl present."
" Besides," said Mr. Pumblechook, turning sharp on me,
"think what you've got to be grateful for. If you'd been
born a Squeaker "
" He was, if ever a child was," said my sister, most em-
phatically.
Joe gave me some more gravy.
"Well, but I mean a four-footed Squeaker," said Mr.
Pumblechook. "If you had been born such, would you
have been here now? Not you "
"Unless in that form," said Mr. Wopsle, nodding
towards the dish.
"But I don't mean in that form, sir," returned Mr.
Pumblechook, who had an objection to being interrupted;
"I mean, enjoying himself with his elders and betters,
and improving himself with their conversation, and roll-
ing in the lap of luxury. Would he have been doing
that? No, he wouldn't. And what would have been your
destination?" turning on me again. "You would have
been disposed of for so many shillings according to the
market price of the article, and Dunstable the butcher
would have come up to you as you lay in your straw, and
he would have whipped you under his left arm, and with
his right he would have tucked up his frock to get a pen-
knife from out of his waistcoat-pocket, and he would have
shed your blood and had your life. No bringing up by
hand then. Not a bit of it! "
Joe offered me more gravy, which I was afraid to take.
"He was a world of trouble to you, ma' am," said Mrs
Hubble, commiserating my sister.
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"Trouble?" echoed my sister, "trouble?" And then"
entered on a fearful catalogue of all the illnesses I had been
guilty of, and all the acts of sleeplessness I had committed,
and all the high places I had tumbled from, and all the
low places I had tumbled into, and all the injuries I had
done myself, and all the times she had wished me in my i
grave, and I had contumaciouslyj;efused to go there. s
I think the Romans must have aggravated one another
very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the
restless people they were, in consequence. Anyhow, Mr.
Wopsle's Roman nose so aggravated me, during the recital
of my misdemeanours^ that I should have liked to pull it
until he howled. But, all I had endured up to this time,
was nothing in comparison with the awful feelings that
took possession of me when the pause was broken which
ensued upon my sister's recital, and in which pause every-
body had looked at me (as I felt painfully conscious) with
indignation and abhorrence.
"Yet," said Mr. Pumblechook, leading the company
gently back to the theme from which they had strayed,
"Pork — regarded as biled — is rich, too; ain't it? "
" Have a little brandy, uncle," said my sister.
0 Heavens, it had come at last! He would find it was
weak, he would say it was weak, and I was lost ! I held
tight to the leg of the table, under the cloth, with both
hands, and awaited my fate.
My sister went for the stone bottle, came back with the
stone bottle, and poured his brandy out : no one else taking
any. The wretched man trifled with his glass — took it up,
looked at it through the light, put it down — prolonged my
misery. All this time Mrs. Joe and Joe were briskly
clearing the table for the pie and pudding.
1 couldn't keep my eyes off him. Always holding tight
by the leg of the table with my hands and feet, I saw the
miserable creature finger his glass playfully, take it up,
smile, throw his head back, and drink the brandy off. In-
stantly afterwards, the company were seized with unspeak-
able consternation, owing to his springing to his feet, turn-
ing round several times in an appalling spasmodic whoop-
ing-cough dance, and rushing out at the door; he then
became visible through the window, violently plunging and
expectorating, making the most hideous faces, and appar-
ently out of his mind.
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I held on tight, while Mrs. Joe and Joe ran to him. I
didn't know how I had done it, but I had no doubt I had
murdered him somehow. In my dreadful situation, it was
a relief when he was brought back, and, surveying the
company all round as if they had disagreed with him^ank
down into his chair with the one significant gasp, ^Tajr ! "
I had filled up the bottle from the tar-water jug. I
knew he would be worse by-and-bye. I moved the table,
like a Medium of the present day, by the vigour of my un-
seen hold upon it.
"Tar!" cried my sister, in amazement. "Why, how
ever could Tar come there? "
But, Uncle Pumblechook, who was omnipotent in that
kitchen, wouldn't hear the word, wouldn't hear of the sub-
ject, imperiously waved it all away with his hand, and
asked for hot gin-and-water. My sister, who had begun to
be alarmingly meditative, had to employ herself actively in
getting the gin, the hot water, the sugar, and the lemon-
peel, and mixing them. For the time at least, I was saved.
I still held on to the leg of the table, but clutched it now
with the fervour of gratitude.
By degrees, I became calm enough to release my grasp,
and partake of pudding. Mr. Pumblechook partook of
pudding. All partook of pudding. The course termi-
nated, and Mr. Pumblechook had begun to beam under the
genial influence of gin-and-water. I began to think I
should get over the day, when my sister said to Joe,
•-"Clean plates— cold."
I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and
pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion of
my youth and friend of my soul. I foresaw what was
coming, and I felt that this time I really was gone.
" You must taste," said my sister, addressing the guests
with her best grace, " you must taste, to finish with, such a
delightful and delicious present of Uncle Pumblechook's ! "
Must they ! Let them not hope to taste it !
"You must know," said my sister, rising, "it's a pie; a
savoury pork pie."
The company murmured their compliments. Uncle
Pumblechook, sensible of having deserved well of his fel-
low-creatures, said — quite vivaciously, all things consid-
ered— "Well, Mrs. Joe, we'll do our best endeavours; let
us have a cut at this same pie."
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My sister went out to get it. I heard her steps proceed
to the pantry. I saw Mr. Pumblechook balance his knife.
I saw reawakening appetite in the Roman nostrils of Mr.
Wopsle. I heard Mr. Hubble remark that " a bit of sa-
voury pork pie would lay atop of anything you could men-
tion, and do no harm," and I heard Joe say, " You shall
have some, Pip." I have never been absolutely certain
whether I uttered a shrill yell of terror, merely in spirit,
or in the bodily hearing of the company. I felt that I
could hear no more, and that I must run away. I released
the leg of the table, and ran for my life.
But I ran no further than the house door, for there I ran
head foremost into a party of soldiers with their muskets :
one of whom held out a pair of handcuffs to me, saying,
" Here you are, look sharp, come on ! "
CHAPTER V.
THE apparition of a file of soldiers ringing down the
butt-ends of their loaded muskets on our door-step, caused
the dinner-party to rise from the table in confusion, and
caused Mrs. Joe, re-entering the kitchen empty-handed, to
stop short and stare, in her wondering lament of " Gracious
goodness gracious me, what's gone — with the — pie!"
The sergeant and I were in the kitchen when Mrs. Joe
stood staring; at which crisis I partially recovered the use
of my senses. It was the sergeant who had spoken to me,
and he was now looking round at the company, with his
handcuffs invitingly extended towards them in his right
hand, and his left on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen," said the sergeant,
" but as I have mentioned at the door to this smart young
shaver" (which he hadn't), "I am on a chase in the name
of the king, and I want the blacksmith."
" And pray, what might you want with him ? " retorted
my sister, quick to resent his being wanted at all.
"Missis," returned the gallant sergeant, "speaking for
myself, I should reply, the honour and pleasure of his fine
wife's acquaintance; speaking for the king, I answer, a lit-
tle job done."
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This was received as rather neat in the sergeant; inso-
much that Mr. Pumblechook cried audibly, " Good again ! "
"You see, blacksmith," said the sergeant, who had by
this time picked out Joe with his eye, " we have had an
accident with these, and I find the lock of one of 'em goes
wrong, and the coupling don't act pretty. As they are
wanted for immediate service, will you throw your eye
over them? "
Joe threw his eye over them and pronounced that the job
would necessitate the lighting of his forge fire, and would
take nearer two hours than one. " Will it? Then will you
set about it at once, blacksmith? " said the off-hand ser-
geant, "as it's on his Majesty's service. And if my men
can bear a hand anywhere, they'll make themselves use-
ful." With that he called to his men, who came trooping
into the kitchen one after another, and piled their arms in
a corner. And then they stood about, as soldiers do; now,
with their hands loosely clasped before them; now, resting
a knee or a shoulder; now, easing a belt or a pouch; now,
opening the door to spit stiffly over their high stocks, out
into the yard.
All these things I saw without then knowing that I saw
them, for I was in an agony of apprehension. But, begin-
ning to perceive that the handcuffs were not for me, and
that the military had so far got the better of the pie as to
put it in the background, I collected a little more of my
scattered wits.
"Would you give me the Time?" said the sergeant, ad-
dressing himself to Mr. Pumblechook, as to a man whose
appreciative powers justified the inference that he was
equal to the time.
"It's just gone half-past two."
"That's not so bad," said the sergeant, reflecting; "even
if I was forced to halt here nigh two hours, that'll do.
How far might you call yourselves from the marshes, here-
abouts? Not above a mile, I reckon? "
"Just a mile," said Mrs. Joe.
"That'll do. We begin to close in upon 'em about dusk.
A little before dusk, my orders are. That'll do."
" Convicts, sergeant? " asked Mr. Wopsle, in a matter-
of-course way.
" Ay ! " returned the sergeant, " two. They're pretty
well known to be out on the marshes still, and they won't
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try to get clear of 'em before dusk. Anybody here seen
anything of any such game? "
Everybody, myself excepted, said no, with confidence.
Nobody thought of me.
"Well," said the sergeant, "they'll find themselves
trapped in a circle, I expect, sooner than they count on.
Now, blacksmith ! If you're ready, his Majesty the King
is."
Joe had got his coat and waistcoat and cravat off, and
his leather apron on, and passed into the forge. One of
the soldiers opened its wooden windows, another lighted
the fire, another turned to at the bellows, the rest stood
round the blaze, which was soon roaring. Then Joe began
to hammer and clink, hammer and clink, and we all looked
on.
The interest of the impending pursuit not only absorbed
the general attention, but even made my sister liberal. She
drew a pitcher of beer from the cask, for the soldiers, and
invited the sergeant to take a glass of brandy. But Mr.
Pumblechook said sharply, "Give him wine, Mum. I'll
engage there's no Tar in that:" so, the sergeant thanked
him and said that, as he preferred his drink without tar,
he would take wine, if it was equally convenient. When
it was given him, he drank his Majesty's health and com-
pliments of the season, and took it all at a mouthful and
smacked his lips.
" Good stuff, eh, sergeant? " said Mr. Pumblechook.
"I'll tell you something," returned the sergeant; "I
suspect that stuff's of your providing."
Mr. Pumblechook, with a fat sort of laugh, said, " Ay,
ay? Why? »
"Because," returned the sergeant,. clapping him on the
shoulder, "you're a man that knows what's what."
"D'ye think so?" said Mr. Pumblechook, with his
former laugh. " Have another glass ! "
"With you. Hob and nob," returned the sergeant.
" The top of mine to the foot of yours — the foot of yours to
the top of mine — Ring once, ring twice — the best tune on
the Musical Glasses ! Your health. May you live a thou-
sand years, and never be a worse judge of the right sort
than you are at the present moment of your life ! "
The sergeant tossed off his glass again and seemed quite
ready for another glass. I noticed that Mr. Pumblechook
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in his hospitality appeared to forget that he had made a
present of the wine, but took the bottle from Mrs. Joe and
had all the credit of handing it about in a gush of joviality.
Even I got some. And he was so very free of the wine that
he even called for the other bottle, and handed that about
with the same liberality, when the first was gone.
As I watched them while they all stood clustering about
the forge, enjoying themselves so much, I thought what
terrible good sauce for a dinner my fugitive friend on the
marshes was. They had not enjoyed themselves a quarter
so much, before the entertainment was brightened with the
excitement he furnished. And now, when they were all in
lively anticipation of " the two villains " being taken, and
when the bellows seemed to roar for the fugitives, the fire
to flare for them, the smoke to hurry away in pursuit of
them, Joe to hammer and clink for them, and all the murky
shadows on the wall to shake at them in menace as the
blaze rose and sank and the red-hot sparks dropped and
died, the pale afternoon outside almost seemed in my pity-
ing young fancy to have turned pale on their account, poor
wretches.
At last, Joe's job was done, and the ringing and roaring
stopped. As Joe got on his coat, he mustered courage to
propose that some of us should go down with the soldiers
and see what came of the hunt. Mr. Pumblechook and Mr.
Hubble declined, on the plea of a pipe and ladies' society;
but Mr. Wopsle said he would go, if Joe would. Joe said
he was agreeable, and would take me, if Mrs. Joe ap-
proved. We never should have got leave to go, I am sure,
but for Mrs. Joe's curiosity to know all about it and how
it ended. As it was, she merely stipulated, "If you
bring the boy back with his head blown to bits by a musket,
don't look to me to put it together again."
The sergeant took a polite leave of the ladies, and parted
from Mr. Pumblechook as from a comrade; though I doubt
if he were quite as fully sensible of that gentleman's merits
under arid conditions, as when something moist was go-
ing. His men resumed their muskets and fell in. Mr.
Wopsle, Joe, and I, received strict charge to keep in the
rear, and to speak no word after we reached the marshes.
When we were all out in the raw air and were steadily
moving towards our business, I treasonably whispered to
Joe, "I hope, Joe, we shan't find them." And Joe whis-
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pered to me, "I'd give a shilling if they had cut and run,
Pip."
We were joined by no stragglers from the village, for the
weather was cold and threatening, the way dreary, the
footing bad, darkness coming on, and the people had good
fires in-doors and were keeping the day. A few faces hur-
ried to glowing windows and looked after us, but none
came out. We passed the finger-post, and held straight on
to the churchyard. There, we were stopped a few minutes
by a signal from the sergeant's hand, while two or three of
his men dispersed themselves among the graves, and also
examined the porch. They came in again without finding
anything, and then we struck out on the open marshes,
through the gate at the side of the churchyard. A bitter
sleet came rattling against us here on the east wind, and
Joe took me on his back.
Now that we were out upon the dismal wilderness where
they little thought I had been within eight or nine hours,
and had seen both men hiding, I considered for the first
time, with great dread, if we should come upon them,
would my particular convict suppose that it was I who had
brought the soldiers there? He had asked me if I was a
deceiving imp, and he said I should be a fierce young
hound if I joined the hunt against him. Would he believe
that I was both imp and hound in treacherous earnest, and
had betrayed him?
It was of no use asking myself this question now. There
I was, on Joe's back, and there was Joe beneath me, charg-
ing at the ditches like a hunter, and stimulating Mr. Wop-
sle not to tumble on his Roman nose, and to keep up
with us. The soldiers were in front of us, extending into
a pretty wide line with an interval between man and man.
We were taking the course I had begun with, and from
which I had diverged into the mist. Either the mist was
not out again yet, or the wind had dispelled it. Under the
low red glare of sunset, the beacon, and the gibbet, and the
mound of the Battery, and the opposite shore of the river,
were plain, though all of a watery lead colour.
With my heart thumping like a blacksmith at Joe's
broad shoulder, I looked all about for any sign of the con-
victs. I could see none, I could hear none. Mr. Wopsle
had greatly alarmed me more than once, by his blowing and
hard breathing; but I knew the sounds by this time, and
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could dissociate them from the object of pursuit. I got a
dreadful start, when I thought I heard the file still going;
but it was only a sheep bell. The sheep stopped in their
eating and looked timidly at us; and the cattle, their heads
turned from the wind and sleet, stared angrily as if they
held us responsible for both annoyances; but, except these
things, and the shudder of the dying day in every blade of
grass, there was no break in the bleak stillness of the
marshes.
The soldiers were moving on in the direction of the old
Battery, and we were moving on a little way behind them,
when, all of a sudden, we all stopped. For, there had
reached us, on the wings of the wind and rain, a long
shout. It was repeated. It was at a distance towards the
east, but it was long and loud. Nay, there seemed to be
two or more shouts raised together — if one might judge
from a confusion in the sound.
To this effect the sergeant and the nearest men were
speaking under their breath, when Joe and I came up.
After another moment's listening Joe (who was a good
judge) agreed, and Mr. Wopsle (who was a bad judge)
agreed. The sergeant, a decisive man, ordered that the
sound should not be answered, but that ths course should
be changed, and that his men should make towards it "at
the double." So we started to the right (where the East
was) , and Joe pounded away so wonderfully, that I had to
hold on tight to keep my seat.
It was a run indeed now, and what Joe called, in the only
two words he spoke all the time, "a Winder." Down
banks and up banks, and over gates, and splashing into
dykes, and breaking among coarse rushes : no man cared
where he went. As we came nearer to the shouting, it be-
came more and more apparent that it was made by more
than one voice. Sometimes, it seemed to stop altogether,
and then the soldiers stopped. When it broke out again,
the soldiers made for it at a greater rate than ever, and we
after them. After a while, we had so run it down, that
we could hear one voice calling " Murder ! " and another
voice, " Convicts ! Runaways ! Guard ! This way for the
runaway convicts ! " Then both voices would seem to be
stifled in a struggle, and then would break out again. Aiid
when it had come to this, the soldiers ran like deer, and
Joe too.
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The sergeant ran in first, when we had run the noise
quite down, and two of his men ran in close upon him.
Their pieces were cocked and levelled when we all ran in.
" Here are ooth men ! " panted the sergeant, struggling
at the bottom of a ditch. " Surrender, you two ! and con-
found you for two wild beasts ! Come asunder ! "
Water was splashing, and mud was flying, and oaths
were being sworn, and blows were being struck, when some
more men went down into the ditch to help the sergeant,
and dragged out, separately, my convict and the other one.
Both were bleeding and panting and execrating and strug-
gling; but of course I knew them both directly.
" Mind ! " said my convict, wiping blood from his face
with his ragged sleeves, and shaking torn hair from his
fingers; " /took him ! /give him up to you ! Mind that ! "
"It's not much to be particular about," said the ser-
geant; " it'll do you small good, my man, being in the same
plight yourself. Handcuffs there ! "
" I don't expect it to do me any good. I don't want it
to do me more good than it does now," said my convict,
with a greedy laugh. "I took him. He knows it.
That's enough for me."
The other convict was livid to look at, and, in addition
to the old bruised left side of his face, seemed to be
bruised and torn all over. He could not so much as get
his breath to speak, until they were both separately hand-
cuffed, but leaned upon a soldier to keep himself from fall-
ing.
"Take notice, guard — he tried to murder me," were his
first words.
"Tried to murder him? " said my convict, disdainfully.
"Try, and not do it? I took him, and giv' him up;
that's what I done. I not only prevented him getting off
the marshes, but I dragged him here — dragged him this far
on his way back. He's a gentleman, if you please, this
villain. Now, the Hulks has got its gentleman again,
through me. Murder him? Worth my while, too, to mur-
der him, when I could do worse and drag him back ! "
The other one still gasped, " He tried— he tried— to—
murder me. Bear — bear witness."
" Lookee here ! " said my convict to the sergeant. " Sin-
gle-handed I got clear of the prison-ship; I made a dash
and I done it. I could ha' got clear of these death-cold
a
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flats likewise — look at my leg: you won't find much iron
on it — if I hadn't made discovery that he was here. Let
him go free? Let him profit by the means as I found out?
Let him make a tool of me afresh and again? Once more?
No, no, no. If I had died at the bottom there; " and he
made an emphatic swing at the ditch with his manacled
hands; "I'd have held to him with that grip, that you
should have been safe to find him in my hold."
The other fugitive, who was evidently in extreme horror
of his companion, repeated, " He tried to murder me. I
should have been a dead man if you had not come up."
" He lies ! " said my convict, with fierce energy. " He's
a liar born, and he'll die a liar. Look at his face; ain't it
written there? Let him turn those eyes of his on me. I
defy him to do it."
The other, with an effort at a scornful smile — which
could not, however, collect the nervous working of his
mouth into any set expression, looked at the soldiers, and
looked about at the marshes and at the sky, but certainly
did not look at the speaker.
,x-— "Do you see him?" pursued my convict. "Do you see
/ what a villain he is? Do you see those grovelling and
wandering eyes? That's how he looked when we were tried
together. He never looked at me."
• — The other, always working and working his dry lips and
turning his eyes restlessly about him far and near, did at
last turn them for a moment on the speaker, with the
words, " You are not much to look at," and with a half-
taunting glance at the bound hands. At that point, my
convict became so frantically exasperated, that he would
have rushed upon him but for the interposition of the sol-
diers. "Didn't I tell you," said the other convict then,
"that he would murder me, if he could? " And any one
could see that he shook with fear, and that there broke out
upon his lips curious white flakes, like thin snow.
"Enough of this parley," said the sergeant. "Light
those torches."
As one of the soldiers, who carried a basket in lieu of a
gun, went down on his knee to open it, my convict looked
round him for the first time, and saw me. I had alighted
from Joe's back on the brink of the ditch when we came
up, and had not moved since. I looked at him eagerly
when he looked at me, and slightly moved my hands and
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shook my head. I had been waiting for him to see me,
that I might try to assure him of my innocence. It was
not at all expressed to me that he even comprehended my
intention, for he gave me a look that I did not understand,
and it all passed in a moment. But if he had looked at
me for an hour or for a day, I could not have remembered
his face ever afterwards, as having been more attentive.
The soldier with the basket soon got a light, and lighted
three or four torches, and took one himself and distributed
the others. It had been almost dark before, but now it
seemed quite dark, and soon afterwards very dark. Before
we departed from that spot, four soldiers standing in a
ring, fired twice into the air. Presently we saw other
torches kindled at some distance behind us, and others on
the marshes on the opposite bank of the river. "All
right," said the sergeant. "March."
We had not gone far when three cannon were fired ahead
of us with a sound that seemed to burst something inside
my ear. " You are expected on board," said the sergeant
to my, convict; "they know you are coming. Don't strag-
gle, my man. Close up here."
The two were kept apart, and each walked surrounded
by a separate guard. I had hold of Joe's hand now, and
Joe carried one of the torches. Mr. Wopsle had been for
going back, but Joe was resolved to see it out, so we went
on with the party. There was a reasonably good path now,
mostly on the edge of the river, with a divergence here and
there where a dyke came, with a miniature windmill on it
and a muddy sluice-gate. When I looked round, I could
see the other lights coming in after us. The torches we
carried, dropped great blotches of fire upon the track, and
I could see those, too, lying smoking and flaring. I could
see nothing else but black darkness. Our lights warmed
the air about us with their pitchy blaze, and the two pris-
oners seemed rather to like that, as they limped along in
the midst of the muskets. We could not go fast, because
of their lameness; and they were so spent, that two or
three times we had to halt while they rested.
After an hour or so of this travelling, we came to a rough
wooden hut and a landing-place. There was a guard in
the hut, and they challenged, and the sergeant answered.
Then, we went into the hut, where there was a smell of to-
bacco and whitewash, and a bright fire, and a lamp, and a
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stand of muskets, and a drum, and a low wooden bedstead,
like an overgrown mangle without the machinery, capable
of holding about a dozen soldiers all at once. Three or
four soldiers who lay upon it in their great-coats, were not
much interested in us, but just lifted their heads and took
a sleepy stare, and then lay down again. The sergeant
made some kind of report, and some entry in a book, and
then the convict whom I call the other convict was drafted
off with his guard, to go on board first.
My convict never looked at me, except that once. While
we stood in the hut, he stood before the fire looking
thoughtfully at it, or putting up his feet by turns upon the
hob, and looking thoughtfully at them as if he pitied them
for their recent adventures. Suddenly, he turned to the
sergeant, and remarked :
" I wish to say something respecting this escape. It may
prevent some persons laying under suspicion alonger me."
"You can say what you like," returned the' sergeant,
standing coolly looking at him with his arms folded, " but
you have no call to say it here. You'll have opportunity
enough to say about it, and hear about it, before it's done
with, you know."
" I know, but this is another pint, a separate matter. A
man can't starve; at least / can't. I took some wittles,
up at the willage over yonder — where the church stands
a' most out on the marshes."
" You mean stole," said the sergeant.
" And I'll tell you where from. From the blacksmith's."
" Halloa ! " said the sergeant, staring at Joe.
" Halloa, Pip ! " said Joe, staring at me.
"It was some broken wittles — that's what it was — and a
dram of liquor, and a pie."
" Have you happened to miss such an article as a pie,
blacksmith? " asked the sergeant, confidentially.
" My wife did, at the very moment when you came in.
Don't you know, Pip? "
"So," said my convict, turning his eyes on Joe in a
moody manner, and without the least glance at me; "so
you're the blacksmith, are you? Then I'm sorry to say,
I've eat your pie."
" God knows you're welcome to it — so far as it was ever
mine," returned Joe, with a saving remembrance of Mrs.
Joe. "We don't know what you have done, but we
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wouldn't have you starved to death for it, poor miserable
fellow-creatur. — Would us, Pip? "
The something that I had noticed before, clicked in the
man's throat again, and he turned his back. The boat had
returned, and his guard were ready, so we followed him to
the landing-place made of rough stakes and stones, and
saw him put into the boat, which was rowed by a crew of
convicts like himself. No one seemed surprised to see him,
or interested in seeing him, or glad to see him, or sorry to
see him, or spoke a word, except that somebody in the boat
growled as if to dogs, " Give way, you ! " which was the
signal for the dip of the oars. By the light of the torches,
we saw the black Hulk lying out a little way from the mud
of the shore, like a wicked Noah's ark. Cribbed and
barred and moored by massive rusty chains, the prison-ship
seemed in my young eyes to be ironed like the prisoners.
We saw the boat go alongside, and we saw him taken up
the side and disappear. Then, the ends of the torches
were flung hissing into the water, and went out, as if it
were all over with him.
CHAPTER VI.
MY state of mind regarding the pilfering from which I
had been so unexpectedly exonerated, did not impel me to
frank disclosure; but I hope it had some dregs of good at
the bottom of it.
I do not recall that I felt any tenderness of conscience
in reference to Mrs. Joe, when the fear of being found out
was lifted off me. But I loved Joe — perhaps for no better
reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let
me love him — and, as to him, my inner self was not so
easily composed. It was much upon my mind (particularly
when I first saw him looking about for his file) that I ought
to tell Joe the whole truth. Yet I did not, and for the
reason that I mistrusted that if I did, he would think me
worse than I was. The fear of losing Joe's confidence, and
of thenceforth sitting in the chimney-corner at night star-
ing drearily at my for ever lost companion and friend, tied
up my tongue. I morbidly represented to myself that if
Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him at the fire-
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side feeling his fair whisker, without thinking that he was
meditating on it. That, if Joe knew it, I never afterwards
could see him glance, however casually, at yesterday's
meat or pudding when it came on to-day's table, without
thinking that he was debating whether I had been in the
pantry. That, if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period
of our joint domestic life remarked that his beer was flat or
thick, the conviction that he suspected Tar in it, would
bring a rush of blood to my face. In a word, I was too
cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too
cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong. I had
had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I imi-
tated none of its many inhabitants who act in this manner.
Quite an untaught genius, I made the discovery of the line
of action for myself.
As I was sleepy before we were far away from the prison-
ship, Joe took me on his back again and carried me home.
He must have had a tiresome journey of it, for Mr. Wopsle,
being knocked up, was in such a very bad temper that if the
Church had been thrown open, he would probably have ex-
communicated the whole expedition, beginning with Joe
and myself. In his lay capacity, he persisted in sitting
down in the damp to such an insane extent, that when his
coat was taken off to be dried at the kitchen fire, the cir-
cumstantial evidence on his trousers would have hanged
him if it had been a capital offence.
By that time, I was staggering on the kitchen floor like
a little drunkard, through having been newly set upon my
feet, and through having been fast asleep, and through
waking in the heat and lights and noise of tongues. As I
came to myself (with the aid of a heavy thump between the
shoulders, and the restorative exclamation " Yah ! Was
there ever such a boy as this ! " from my sister), I found
Joe telling them about the convict's confession, and all the
visitors suggesting different ways by which he had got into
the pantry. Mr. Pumblechook made out, after carefully
surveying the premises, that he had first got upon the roof
of the forge, and had then got upon the roof of the house,
and had then let himself down the kitchen chimney by a
rope made of his bedding cut into strips; and as Mr. Pum-
blechook was very positive and drove his own chaise-cart —
over everybody — it was agreed that it must be so. Mr.
Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out " No ! " with the feeble
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malice of a tired man; but, as he had no theory, and no
coat on, he was unanimously set at nought — not to mention
his smoking hard behind, as he stood with his back to the
kitchen fire to draw the damp out : which was not calcu-
lated to inspire confidence.
This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched
me, as a slumberous offence to the company's eyesight, and
assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I
seemed to have fifty boots on, and to be dangling them all
against the edges of the stairs. My state of mind, as I
have described it, began before I was up in the morning,
and lasted long after the subject had died out, and had
ceased to be mentioned saving on exceptional occasions.
CHAPTER VII.
AT the time when I stood in the churchyard, reading the
family tombstones, I had just enough learning to be able
to spell them out. My construction even of their simple
meaning was not very correct, for I read "wife of the
Above " as a complimentary reference to my father's exal-
tation to a better world ; and if any one of my deceased re-
lations had been referred to as "Below," I have no doubt
I should have formed the worst opinions of that member of
the family. Neither were my notions of the theological
positions to which my Catechism bound me, at all accurate;
for, I have a lively remembrance that I supposed my dec-
laration that I was to " walk in the same all the days of
my life," laid me under an obligation always to go through
the village from our house in one particular direction, and
never to vary it by turning down by the wheelwright's or
up by the mill.
When I was (.Id enough, I was to be apprenticed to Joe,
and until I could assume that dignity I was not to be what
Mrs. Joe called " Pompeyed," or (as I render it) pampered.
Therefore, I was not only odd-boy about the forge, but if
any neighbour happened to want an extra boy to frighten
birds, or pick up stones, or do any such job, I was favoured
with the employment. In order, however, that our supe-
rior position might not be compromised thereby, a money-
box was kept on the kitchen mantel-shelf, into which it
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was publicly made known that all ray earnings were
dropped. I have an impression that they were to be con-
tributed eventually towards the liquidation of the National
Debt, but I know I had no hope of any personal participa-
tion in the treasure.
Mr. Wopsle's great- aunt kept an evening school in the
village; that is to say, she was a ridiculous old woman of
limited means and unlimited infirmity, who used to go to
sleep from six to seven every evening, in the society of
youth who paid twopence per week each, for the improving
opportunity of seeing her do it. She rented a small cot-
tage, and Mr. Wopsle had the room upstairs, where we
students used to overhear him reading aloud in a most dig-
nified and terrific manner, and occasionally bumping on the
ceiling. There was a fiction that Mr. Wopsle " examined "
the scholars once a quarter. What he did on those occa-
sions was to turn up his cuffs, stick up his hair, and give
us Mark Antony's oration over the body of Caesar. This
was always followed by Collins' s Ode on the Passions,
wherein I particularly venerated Mr. Wopsle as Revenge,
throwing his blood-stained sword in thunder down, and
taking the War-denouncing trumpet with a withering look.
It was not with me then, as it was in later life, when I fell
into the society of the Passions, and compared them with
Collins and Wopsle, rather to the disadvantage of both
gentlemen.
Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt, besides keeping this Educa-
tional Institution, kept in the same room — a little general
shop. She had no idea what stock she had, or what the
price of anything in it was; but there was a little greasy
memorandum-book kept in a drawer, which served as a
Catalogue of Prices, and by this oracle Biddy arranged all
the shop transactions. Biddy was Mr. Wopsle's great-
aunt's granddaughter.; I confess myself quite unequal: to
the working out of the problem, what relation she was to
Mr. Wopsle. She was an orphan like myself; like me, too,
had been brought up by hand. She was most noticeable, I
thought, in respect of her extremities ; for, her hair always
wanted brushing, her hands always wanted washing, and
her shoes always wanted mending and pulling up at heel.
This description must be received with a week-day limita-
tion. On Sundays she went to church elaborated.
Much of my unassisted self, and more by the help of
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Biddy than of Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt, I struggled through
the alphabet as if it had been a bramble-bush; getting con-
siderably worried and scratched by every letter. After
that, I fell among those thieves, the nine figures, who
seemed every evening to do something new to disguise
themselves and baffle recognition. But, at last I began, in
a purblind groping way, to read, write, and cipher, on the
very smallest scale.
One night, I was sitting in the chimney-corner with my
slate, expending great efforts on the production of a letter
to Joe. I think it must have been a full year after our
hunt upon the marshes, for it was a long time after, and it
was winter and a hard frost. With an alphabet on the
hearth at my feet for reference, I contrived in an hour or
two to print and smear this epistle :
" M! DEER JO i orE U R KRWiTE WELL i opE i
soN B HABELL 4 2 TEEDGE U JO AN THEN wE snORL B
sO GL,ODD AN wEN i M PRENGTD 2 u JO woT LARX AN
BLEvE ME INF XN PlP."
There was no indispensable necessity for my communi-
cating with Joe by letter, inasmuch as he sat beside me and
we were alone. But, I delivered this written communica-
tion (slate and all) with my own hand, and Joe received it,
as a miracle of erudition.
" I say, Pip, old chap ! " cried Joe, opening his blue eyes
wide, " what a scholar you are ! Ain't you? "
"I should like to be," said I, glancing at the slate as
he held it : with a misgiving that the writing was rather
hilly.
"Why, here's a J," said Joe, "and a O equal to any-
think! Here's a J and a 0, Pip, and a J-0, Joe."
I had never heard Joe read aloud to any greater extent
than this monosyllable, and I had observed at church last
Sunday, when I accidentally held our Prayer-Book upside
down, that it seemed to suit his convenience quite as well
as if it had been all right. Wishing to embrace the present
occasion of finding out whether in teaching Joe, I should
have to begin quite at the beginning, I said, " Ah ! But
read the rest, Joe."
"The rest, eh, Pip?" said Joe, looking at it with a
slowly searching eye, "One, two, three. Why, here's
three J's, and three O's, and three J-0, Joes, in it, Pip! "
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I leaned over Joe, and, with the aid of my forefinger,
read him the whole letter.
"Astonishing!" said Joe, when I had finished. "You
ARE a scholar."
" How do you spell Gargery, Joe? " I asked him, with a
modest patronage.
" I don't spell it at all," said Joe.
" But supposing you did? "
"It can't be supposed," said Joe. "Tho' I'm uncom-
mon fond of reading, too."
" Are you, Joe? "
"On-common. Give me," said Joe, "a good book, or a
good newspaper, and sit me down afore a good fire, and I
ask no better. Lord!" he continued, after rubbing his
knees a little, " when you do come to a J and a 0, and says
you, ' Here, at last, is a J-0, Joe,' how interesting reading
is!"
I derived from this last, that Joe's education, like
Steam, wac yet in its infancy. Pursuing the subject, I in-
quired :
" Didn't you ever go to school, Joe, when you were as
little as me? "
"No, Pip."
" Why didn't you ever go to school, Joe, when you were
as little as me? "
"Well, Pip," said Joe, taking up the poker, and settling
himself to his usual occupation when he was thoughtful, of
slowly raking the fire between the lower bars : "I'll tell
you. My father, Pip, he were given to drink, and when
he were overtook with drink, he hammered away at my
mother most onmerciful. It were a' most the only ham-
mering he did, indeed, 'xcepting at myself. And he ham-
mered at me with a wigour only to be equalled by the wig-
our with which he didn't hammer at his anwil. — You're a
listening and understanding, Pip? "
"Yes, Joe."
"'Consequence, my mother and me we ran away from
my father several times; and then my mother she'd go out
to work, and she'd say, 'Joe,' she'd say, 'now, please
God, you shall have some schooling, child,' and she'd put
me to school. But my father were that good in his hart
that he couldn't abear to be without us. So, he'd come
with a most tremenjous crowd and make such a row at the
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doors of the houses where we was, that they used to be
obligated to have no more to do with us and to give us up
to him. And then he took us home and hammered us.
Which, you see, Pip," said Joe, pausing in his meditative
raking of the fire, and looking at me, " were a drawback
on my learning."
" Certainly, poor Joe ! "
"Though mind you, Pip," said Joe, with a judicial touch
or two of the poker ou the top bar, " rendering unto all
their doo, and maintaining equal justice betwixt man and
man, my father were that good in his hart, don't you see? "
I didn't see; but I didn't say so.
" Well ! " Joe pursued, " somebody must keep the pot a
biling, Pip, or the pot won't bile, don't you know? "
I saw that, and said so.
" 'Consequence, my father didn't make objections to my
going to work; so I went to work at my present calling,
which were his too, if he would have followed it, and I
worked tolerable hard, I assure you, Pip. In time I were
able to keep him, and I kep him till he went off in a pur-
ple leptic fit. And it were my intentions to have had put
upon his tombstone that Whatsume'er the failings on his
part, Remember reader he were that good in his hart."
Joe recited this couplet with such manifest pride and
careful perspicuity, that I asked him if he had made it
himself.
"I made it," said Joe, "my own self. I made it in a
moment. It was like striking out a horseshoe complete, in
a single blow. I never was so much surprised in all my
life — couldn't credit my own ed — to tell you the truth,
hardly believed it were my own ed. As I was saying, Pip,
it were my intentions to have had it cut over him; but
poetry costs money, cut it how you will, small or large,
and it were not done. Not to mention bearers, all the
money that could be spared were wanted for my mother.
She were in poor elth, and quite broke. She waren't long
of following, poor soul, and her share of peace come round
at last."
Joe's blue eyes turned a little watery; he rubbed, first
one of them, and then the other, in a most uncongenial and
uncomfortable manner, with the round knob on the top of
the poker.
"It were but lonesome then," said Joe, "living here
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alone, and I got acquainted with your sister. Now, Pip; "
Joe looked firmly at me, as if he knew I was not going to
agree with him; "your sister is a fine figure of a woman."
I could not help looking at the fire, in an obvious state
of doubt.
"Whatever family opinions, or whatever the world's
opinions, on that subject may be, Pip, your sister is," Joe
tapped the top bar with the poker after every word follow-
ing, " a — fine — figure — of — a — woman ! "
I could think of nothing better to say than " I am glad
you think so, Joe."
" So am I," returned Joe, catching me up. " 1 am glad
I think so, Pip. A little redness, or a little matter of
Bone, here or there, what does it signify to Me? "
I sagaciously observed, if it didn't signify to him, to
whom did it signify?
"Certainly!" assented Joe. "That's it. You're right,
old chap ! When I got acquainted with your sister, it were
the talk how she was bringing you up by hand. Very kind
of her too, all the folks said, and I said, along with all the
folks. As to you," Joe pursued, with a countenance ex-
pressive of seeing something very nasty indeed : " if you
could have been aware how small and flabby and mean you
was, dear me, you'd have formed the most contemptible
opinions of yourself ! "
Not exactly relishing this, I said, " Never mind me, Joe."
"But I did mind you, Pip," he returned, with ten-
der simplicity. " When I offered to your sister to keep
company, and to be asked in church, at such times as she
was willing and ready to come to the forge, I said to her,
' And bring the poor little child. God bless the poor little
child,' I said to your sister, ' there's room for him at the
forge ! ' "
I broke out crying and begging pardon, and hugged Joe
round the neck : who dropped the poker to hug me, and to
say, "Ever the best of friends; ain't us, Pip? Don't cry,
old chap ! "
When this little interruption was over, Joe resumed :
"Well, you see, Pip, and here we are! That's about
where it lights; here we are! Now, when you take me in
hand in my learning, Pip (and I tell you beforehand I am
awful dull, most awful dull), Mrs. Joe mustn't see too
much of what we're up to. It must be done, as I may
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say, on the sly. And why on the sly? I'll tell you why,
Pip."
He had taken up the poker again; without which, I
doubt if he could have proceeded in his demonstration.
"Your sister is given to government."
"Given to government, Joe?" I was startled, for I had
some shadowy idea (and I am afraid I must add, hope)
that Joe had divorced her in favour of the Lords of the
Admiralty, or Treasury.
" Given to government," said Joe. " Which I rneantersay
the government of you and myself."
"Oh!"
"And she ain't over partial to having scholars on the
premises," Joe continued, "and in partickler would not be
over partial to my being a scholar, for fear as I might rise.
Like a sort of rebel, don't you see? "
I was going to retort with an inquiry, and had got as
far as " Why " when Joe stopped me.
" Stay a bit. I know what you're a going to say, Pip;
stay a bit! I don't deny that your sister comes the Mo-gul
over us, now and again. I don't deny that she do throw
us back-falls, and that she do drop down upon us heavy.
At such times as when your sister is on the Barn-page,
Pip," Joe sank his voice to a whisper and glanced at
the door, "candour compels fur to admit that she is a
Buster."
Joe pronounced this word, as if it began with at least
twelve capital B's.
"Why don't I rise? That were your observation when
I broke it off, Pip? "
"Yes, Joe."
" Well," said Joe, passing the poker into his left hand,
that he might feel his whisker; and I had no hope of him
whenever he took to that placid occupation; "your sister's
a master-mind. A master-mind."
"What's that?" I asked, in some hope of bringing him
to a stand. But, Joe was readier with his definition than
I had expected, and completely stopped me by arguing cir-
cularly, and answering with a fixed look, " Her."
" And I ain't a master-mind," Joe resumed, when he had
unfixed his look, and got back to his whisker. " And last
of all, Pip— and this I want to say very serous to you, old
chap — I see so much in my poor mother, of a woman drudg-
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ing and slaving and breaking her honest hart and never
getting no peace in her mortal days, that I'm dead afeerd
of going wrong in the way of not doing what's right by a
woman, and I'd fur rather of the two go wrong the t'other
way, and be a little ill-conwenienced myself. I wish it
was only me that got put out, Pip; I wish there warn't no
Tickler for you, old chap; I wish I could take it all on my-
self; but this is the up-and-down-and-straight on it, Pip,
and I hope you'll overlook shortcomings."
Young as I was, I believe that I dated a new admiration
of Joe from that night. We were equals afterwards, as we
had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times when I sat
looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a new sensa-
tion of feeling conscious that I was looking up to Joe in
my heart.
"However," said Joe, rising to replenish the fire;
"here's the Dutch-clock a working himself up to being
equal to strike Eight of 'ern, and she's not come home yet!
I hope Uncle Pumblechook's mare mayn't have set a fore-
foot on a piece o' ice, and gone down."
Mrs. Joe made occasional trips with Uncle Pumblechook
on market-days, to assist him in buying such household
stuffs and goods as required a woman's judgment; Uncle
Pumblechook being a bachelor and reposing no confidences
in his domestic servant. This was market-day, and Mrs.
Joe was out on one of these expeditions.
Joe made the fire and swept the hearth, and then we
went to the door to listen for the chaise-cart. It was a dry
cold night, and the wind blew keenly, and the frost was
white and hard. A man would die to-night of lying out
on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars,
and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn
his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or
pity in all the glittering multitude.
"Here comes the mare," said Joe, "ringing like a peal
of bells!"
The sound of her iron shoes upon the hard road was quite
musical, as she came along at a much brisker trot than
usual. We got a chair out, ready for Mrs. Joe's alighting,
and stirred up the fire that they might see a bright win-
dow, and took a final survey of the kitchen that nothing
might be out of its place. When we had completed these
preparations, they drove up, wrapped to the eyes. Mrs.
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Joe was soon landed, and Uncle Pumblechook was soon
down too, covering the mare with a cloth, and we were soon
all in the kitchen, carrying so much cold air with us that
it seemed to drive all the heat out of the fire.
"Now," said Mrs. Joe, unwrapping herself with haste
and excitement, and throwing her bonnet back on her shoul-
ders where it hung by the strings : "if this boy ain't grate-
ful this night, he never will be ! "
I looked as grateful as any boy could, who was wholly
uninformed why he ought to assume that expression.
"It's only to be hoped," said my sister, "that he won't
be Pompeyed. But I have my fears."
" She ain't in that line, Mum," said Mr. Pumblechook.
" She knows better."
She? I looked at Joe, making the motion with my lips
and eyebrows, " She?-" Joe looked at me, making the
motion with his lips and eyebrows, " She? " My sister
catching him in the act, he drew the back of his hand
across his nose with his usual conciliatory air on such occa-
sions, and looked at her.
"Well?" said my sister, in her snappish way. "What
are you staring at? Is the house afire? "
" — Which some individual," Joe politely hinted, "men-
tioned she."
" And she is iashg, T suppose? " said my sister. " Un-
less you call ^STIss^Havisham/ a he. And I doubt if even
you'll go so far as that."
"Miss Havisham up town?" said Joe.
" Is there any Miss Havisham down town? " returned my
sister. " She wants this boy to go and play there. And
of course he's going. ^Snd he had better play there," said
my sister, shaking her head at me as an encouragement to
be extremely light and sportive, "or I'll work him."
I had heard of Miss Havisham up town — everybody for
miles round had heard of Miss Havisham up town — as an
immensely rich and grim lady who lived Jn a_ large and
dismal house barric^ae^IagaIn«t-robbersJLa.nd who led a life
of seclusion.
"Well to be sure!" said Joe, astounded. "I wonder
how she comes to know Pip ! "
" Noodle ! " cried my sister. " Who said she knew him? "
« — Which some individual," Joe again politely hinted,
" mentioned that she wanted him to go and play there.*'
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" And couldn't she ask Uncle Pumblechook if he knew
of a boy to go and play there? Isn't it just barely possible
that Uncle Pumblechook may be a tenant of hers, and that
he may sometimes — we won't say quarterly or half-yearly,
for that would be requiring too much of you — but some-
times— go there to pay his rent? And couldn't she then
ask Uncle Pumblechook if he knew of a boy to go and play
there? And couldn't Uncle Pumblechook, being always
considerate and thoughtful for us — though you may not
think it, Joseph," in a tone of the deepest reproach, as if
he were the most callous of nephews, " then mention this
boy, standing Prancing here " — which I solemnly declare I
was not doing — " that I have for ever been a willing slave
to?"
" Good again ! " cried Uncle Pumblechook. " Well put !
Prettily pointed ! Good indeed ! Now, Joseph, you know
the case."
"No, Joseph," said my sister, still in a reproachful man-
ner, while Joe apologetically drew the back of his hand
across and across his nose, " you do not yet — though you
may not think it — know the case. You may consider that
you do, but you do not, Joseph. For you do not know that
Uncle Pumblechook, being sensible that for anything we
can tell, this boy's fortune may be made by his going to
Miss Havisham's, has offered to take him into town to-night
in his own chaise-cart, and to keep him to-night, and to
take him with his own hands to Miss Havisham's to-mor-
row morning. And Lor-a-mussy me ! " cried my sister,
casting off her bonnet in sudden desperation, " here I stand
talking to mere Mooncalfs, with Uncle Pumblechook wait-
ing, and the mare catching cold at the door, and the boy
grimed with crock and dirt from the hair of his head to
the sole of his foot ! "
With that, she pounced on me, like an eagle on a lamb,
and my face was squeezed into wooden bowls in sinks, and
my head was put under taps of water-butts, and I was
soaped, and kneaded, and towelled, and thumped, and har-
rowed, and rasped, until I really was quite beside myself.
(I may here remark that I suppose myself to be better ac-
quainted than any living authority, with the ridgy effect of
a wedding-ring, passing unsympathetically over the human
countenance.)
When my ablutions were completed, I was put into clean
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linen of the stiffest character, like a young penitent into
sackcloth, and was trussed up in my tightest and fearfullest
suit. I was then delivered over to Mr. Pumblechook, who
formally received me as if he were the Sheriff, and who let
off upon me the speech that I knew he had been dying to
make all along : " Boy, be for ever grateful to all friends,
but especially unto them which brought you up by hand ! "
"Goodbye, Joe!"
" God bless you, Pip, old chap ! "
I had never parted from him before, and what with my
feelings and what with soap-suds, I could at first see no
stars from the chaise-cart. But they twinkled out one by
one, without throwing any light on the questions why on
earth I was going to play at Miss Havisham's, and what on
earth I was expected to play at.
CHAPTER VIII.
MR. PUMBLECHOOK' s premises in the High-street of the
market town, were of a peppercorny and farinaceous char-
acter, as the premises of a corn-chandler and seedsman
should be. It appeared to me that he must be a very happy
man indeed, to have so many little drawers in his shop :
and I wondered when I peeped into one or two oriTHe lower
tiers, and saw the tied-up brown paper packets inside,
whether the flower-seeds and bulbs ever wanted of a fine
day to break out of those jails, and bloom.
It was in the early morning after my arrival that I en-
tertained this speculation. On the previous night, I had
been sent straight to bed in an attic with a sloping roof,
which was so low in the corner where the bedstead was,
that I calculated the tiles as being within a foot of my eye-
brows. In the same early morning, I discovered a singular
affinity between seeds and corduroys. Mr. Pumblechook
wore corduroys, and so did his shopman; and somehow,
there was a general air and flavour about the corduroys, so
much in the nature of seeds, and a general air and flavour
about the seeds, so much in the nature of corduroys, that
I hardly knew which was which. The same opportunity
served me for noticing that Mr. Pumblechook appeared to
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conduct his business by looking across the street at the
saddler, who appeared to transact his business by keeping
his eye on the coach-maker, who appeared to get on in life
by putting his hands in his pockets and contemplating the
baker, who in his turn folded his arms and stared at the
grocer, who stood at his door and yawned at the chemist.
The watchmaker, always poring over a little desk with a
magnifying glass at his eye, and always inspected by a
group in smock-frocks poring over him through the glass of
his shop-window, seemed to be about the only person in the
High-street whose trade engaged his attention.
Mr. Pumblechook and I breakfasted at eight o'clock in
the parlour behind the shop, while the shopman took his
mug of tea and hunch of bread-and-butter on a sack of peas
in the front premises. I considered Mr. Pumblechook
wretched company. Besides being possessed by my sister's
idea that a mortifying and penitential character ought to
be imparted to" my diet — besides giving me as much crumb
as possible jp Combination with as little butter, and put-
ting sjjcji_a4j>uantity ot warm water into my milk that it
would have been more candid to have left the milk out al-
together— his conversation consisted of nothing but arith-
metic. On my politely bidding him Good morning, he
said, pompously, " Seven times nine, boy? " And how
should / be able to answer, dodged in that way, in a strange
place, on an empty stomach ! I was hungry, but before I
had swallowed a morsel, he began a running sum that
lasted all through the breakfast. " Seven ? " " And four? "
" And eight? " " And six? " " And two? " " And ten? "
And so on. And after each figure was disposed of, \t_was
as much as I could do to get a bite or a sup, before the
next came; While 1m bial at' lilij «as"tj guessing nothing, and
eating bacon and IlUt roll, in (n 1 may be allowed the ex-
pression) a gorging and gormandising manner.
For such reasons I was very glad when ten o'clock came
and we started for Miss Havisham's; though I was not at
all at my ease regarding the manner in which 1 should
acquit mysellr under that lady's^ roof WijUjin ^quarter
of an hour we- came to Miss Havisham's house, which was
of old brick, and dismal^_afi^ha^~a gresrt in^y_iron_bars
to it. Some of the windows had been walled UP: of thoge_
that remained, all the lower were rustily barred. There
was a courtyard in front, and that was barred; so, we had
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to wait, after ringing the bell, until some one should come
to open it. While we waited at the gate, I peeped in (even
then Mr. Pumblechook said, " And fourteen? " but I pre-
tended not to hear him), and saw that at the side of the
house there was a large brewery. No brewing was going
on in it, and none seemed to have gone on for a long
time. ~ '
A window was raised, and a clear voice demanded " What
name? " To which my conductor replied "Pumblechook."
The voice returned, "Quite right," and the window was
shut again, and a joung__lady came across the courtyard,
with keys in her hUficL
"This," said Mr. Pumblechook, "is Pip."
"This is Pip, is it?" returned the young lady, who was
vgjjL^retty and seemed very proud; "come in, Pip."
MrT^umblecKOoirwas coming in also, when she stopped
him with the gate.
" Oh ! " she said. " Did you wish to see Miss Havis-
ham? "
"If Miss Hajustiain__wished to see me," returned Mr.
Pumblechook, ^Jiscomfitedj
" Ah ! " said the girl; 'HDut you see she don't."
She said it sojinallv. and in such an undiscussable way,
that Mr . "TumbTechook, though in a condition of ruffled
dignity, could not protest. But he eyed me severely — as
if / had done anything to him ! — and departed with the
words reproachfully delivered : " Boy ! Let your behaviour
here be a credit unto them which brought you up by hand ! "
I was not free from apprehension that he would come back
to propound through the gate,""0 And sixteen?" But he
didn't.
My young conductress locked the gate, and we went
across the courtyardT~~~It was payed and clean, but grass
was growing in every crevice. The brewery buildings had
a little lane of communication with it; and the wooden
gates of that lane stood open, and all the brewery beyond
stoodopen^ away to the high ejicifising wall; and all
was~empty and disused. The cold wmd^seemed to blow
colder there, than outside the gate; and it made a shrill
noise in howling (in and outjat the open sides of the brew-
ery, like Tlie" Iiws« of wind in the rigging of a ship jit
sea.
She saw me looking at it, and she said, " You could
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drink without hurt all the strong beer that's brewed there
now, boy."
"I should think I could, miss," said I, in a .shy way.
" Better not try to brew beer there now, or it would turn
out sour, boy; don't you think so? "
" It looks like it, miss."
"Not that anybody means to try," she added, " for that's
all done with, and the place will stand as idle as it is, till
it falls. As to strong bser, there's enough of it in the cel-
lars already, to drown the Manor House."
" Is that the name of this~EouTse^~5iiSs?-y
"One of its names, boy."
" It has more than one, then, miss? '^_
"One more. Its other name wasGSatifs; which is Greek,
or Latin, or Hebrew, or all three— orall one to me — for
enough."
" Enough House ! " said I : " that's a curious name,
miss."
"Yes," she replied; "but it meant more than it said.
It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house,
could want nothing else. They must have been easily sat-
isfied in those days, I should think. But don't loiter,
boy."
Though she called me " boy " so often, and with a care-
lessness that was far from complimentary, she was of.about
joy own age. She seemed much older than I, of course^
being a girl, and beautiful and selF-p6~ssessed; and she was
as scornful of me as if she had been one-and-twenty, and a
que<eiT
/* We went into the house by a side door — the great front\
/ entrance had two chains across it outside — and the first \
thing I noticed was, that the passages were all dark, and )
I that she had left a candle burning there. She took it up, /
and we went through more passages and up a staircase,
and still it was all dark, and only the candle lighted us.
At last we came to the door of a room, and she said,
"Go in."
I answered, more in shyness than politeness, "After
you, miss."
To this, she returned : "Don't be ridiculous, boy; I am
not going in." And scornfully walked away, and — what
was worse — took the candle with her.
This was very uncomfortable, and I was half afraid.
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However, the only thing to be done being to knock at the
door, I knocked, and was told from within to enter. I
entered, therefore, and found myself in a pretty large
room, well lighted with wax candles. No g1impic.of day-
light was to be seen in it. It was a dressing-room, as I
supposed from the furniture, tir-m^Vi mn»h of it was of
forms and uses_then quite unknown to me. 5ul prominent
in it was a dja.pe4. table with a gilded looking-glass, and
that I made out at first sight to be a fine lady's dressing-
table.
Whether I should have made out this object so soon, if
there had been no fine lady sitting at it, I cannot say. In
an arm-chair, with an elbow rating on the table and her
head leaning on that hand, sat the strangest lady_I have
ever seen, or shall exeju-stie~r—
She was dressed in rich materials^-satins, and lace, and
silks — all of white*. Her • sjioetrgeia w^tt^BT^'Aiad^Be
aTlong~~white'veil dependent from her hair, and she had
bridal flowers in her hair, but her hair was white. Some
bright jewels sparkled on her neck and on her hands, and
some other jewels lay sparkling on the table. Dresses,
less splendid than the dress she wore, and half-packed
trunks, were scattered about. She had not quite finished
dressing, for she had but one shoe on — the other was on the
table near her hand — her veil was but half-arranged, her
watch and chain were not put on, and some lace for her
bosom lay with those trinkets, and with her handkerchief,
and gloves, and some flowers, and a Prayer-book, all con-
fusedly heaped about the looking-glass.
It was not in the first few moments that 1 saw all these
things, though I saw more of them in the first moments
than might be supposed. But, I saw that everything within
my view wJucJi^u^htto be white, had been white long ago,
and had Jlpst its lustre) and was faded and yellow. I saw
that the" bride withni the bridal dress had withered like
the dress, and like the flowers^ ajnd had mrbrightness^ef*
but the brightness of heT sunken eyes. I saw that the
dress had been put upon the rounded figure of a young_
woman, and that the figure upon which it now hung loose,
tad" shrunk to skin and bone. Once, I had been taken to
see some ghastly waxwork at the Fair, representing I know
not what impossible personage lying in state. Once, I had
been taken to one of our old marsh churches to see a skele'
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ton in the ashes of a rich dress, that had been dugout of a
vault under the church pavement. Now, waxwork and
skeleton seemed to have dark eyes that moved and looked
at me. I should have cried out, if I could.
" Who is it? " said the lady at the table.
"Pip, ma'am."
"Pip?"
"Mr. Pumblechook's boy, ma'am. Come — to play."
"Come nearer; let me look at you. Come close."
It was when I stood before her, avoiding her eyes, that
I took note of the surrounding objects in detail, and saw
that her watch had stopped at twenty minutes to nine, and
that a clock in the room had stopped at twenty minutes to
nine.
"Look at me," said Miss Havisham. "You are not
afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since you
were born? "
I regret to state that I was not afraid of telling the enor-
mous lie comprehended in the answer "No."
" Do you know what I touch here? " she said, laying her
hands, one upon the other, on her left side.
" Yes, ma'am." (It made me think of the young man.)
" What do I touch? "
"Your heart."
"Broken!"
She uttered the word with an eflger look, and with strong
emphasis, and with a weird smile that had a kind of boast
in it. Afterwards, she kept her hands thereTror a little
while, and slowly took them away as if they were heavy.
^ "I am tired," said Miss Havisham. "I want diversion,
and I have done with men and women. Play."
I think it will be conceded by my most disputatious
reader, that she could hardly have directed an unfortunate
boy to do anything in the wide world more difficult to be
done under the circumstances.
"I sometimes have sick fancies," she went on, "and I
have a sick fancy that I want to see some play. There,
there ! " with an impatient movement of the fingers of her
right hand; " play, play, play ! "
For a moment, with the fear of my sister's working me
before my eyes, I had a desperate idea of starting round
the room in the assumed character of Mr. Pumblechook's
chaise-cart. But, I felt myself so unequal to the perform-
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ance that I gave it up, and stood looking at Miss Havisham
in what I suppose she took for a dogged manner, inasmuch
as she said, when we had taken a good look at each other :
"Are you sullen and obstinate? "
"No, ma'am, I am very sorry for you, and very sorry I
can't pla^" just now. If you complain of me I shall get
into trouble with my sister, so I would do it if I could;
but it's so new here, and so strange, and so fine — and mel-
ancholy " I stopped, fearing I might say too much,
or had already said it, and we took another look at each
other.
Before she spoke again, she turned her eyes from me,
and looked at the dress she wore, aud at the dressing-
table, and finally at herself in the looking-glass.
"So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so
strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both
of us! Call Estella."
As she was still looking at the reflection of herself, I
thought she was still talking to herself, and kept quiet.
"Call Estella," she repeated, flashing a look at me.
" You can do that. Call Estella. At the door."
To stand in the dark in a mysterious passage of an un-
known house, bawling Estella to a scornful young lady
neither visible nor responsive, and feeling it a dreadful
j^erty so to roar out her name, was almost as bad as play-
mg~Tio order! Hut, she answered jit last, and her light
came along the dark passage like a star.
Miss Havisham beckoned her to come close, and took up
a jewel from the table, and tried its_ effect upon her fair
young bosom and against her pretty brown hair.
" Your own, one day, my dear, and you will use it well.
Let nie see you play cards with this boy."
"With this boy! Why, he is a common labouring-
boy!"
I thought I overheard Miss Havisham answer — only it
seemed so unlikely — " Well? You can break his heart."
" What do you play, boy? " asked Estella of myself, with
the greatest disdain.
"Nothing but beggar my neighbour, miss."
"Beggar him," said Miss Havisham to Estella. So we
sat down to cards.
[_ It was then I began to understand that everything in the
room had stopped, like the watch and the clock, a long
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time ago. I noticed that Miss Havisham put__down the
jewel exactly onthesppt from which she hacf taken it up.
As Estella dealFthe cards, i glanced at the dressing-table
again, and saw that the shoe upon it, once white, now yel-
low, had never been worn. I glanced down at the foot
from which the shoe was absent, and saw that the silk
stocking on it, once wmte, now^ellow, had been trodden
ragged. Without this arrest of everything, this standing
still of all the pale decayetl" objects, not even the withered
bridal dress on the collapsed form could have looked so
like grave-clothes, or the long veil so like a shroud.
So she sat, corpse-like, as we played at cards; the frill-
ings and trimmings on her bridal dress, looking like earthy
paper. I knew nothing then of the discoveries that are oc-
casionally made of bodies buried in ancienT times, which
fall to powder in the moment or oeing distinctly seen; but,
I have often thought since, that she must have looked as if
the admissionof the natural light of day would have struck
her to dust.
"He calls the knaves, Jacks, this boy!" said Estella
with disdain, before our first game was out. " And what
coarse hands he has ! And what thick boots ! "
I had never thought of being ashamed of my hands be-
fore ; but I began to consider them a very indifferent pair.
Her contempt for me was so strong, that it became infec-
tious, and I caught it.
She Won the game, and I dealt. I misdealt, as was only
natural, when I knew she was lying in wait for me to do
wrong; and she denounced me for a stupid, clumsy labour-
ing-boy.
" You say nothing of her," remarked Miss Havisham to
me, as she looked on. " She says many hard things of
you, yet you say nothing of her. What do you think of
her? "
"I don't like to say," I stammered.
"Tell me in my ear," said Miss Havisham, bending
down.
" I think she is very proud," I replied, in a whisper.
" Anything else? "
"I think she is very pretty."
" Anything else? "
" I think she is very insulting." (She was looking at me
then with a look of supreme aversion.)
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" Anything else? "
"I think I should like to go home."
"And never see her again, though she is so pretty?"
"I am not sure that I shouldn't like to see her again,
but I should like to go home now."
" You shall go soon," said Miss Havisham aloud. " Play
the game out."
Saving for the one weird smile at first, I should have
felt almost sure that Miss Havisham's face could not smile.
It had dropped into a watchful and brooding expression —
most likely when all the things about her had become
transfixed — and it looked as if nothing could ever lift it up
again. Her chest had dropped, so that she stooped; and
her voice had dropped, so that she spoke low, and with a
dead lull upon her; altogether, she had the appearance of
having dropped, body and soul, within and without, under
the weight of a crushing blow.
I played the game to an end with Estella, and she beg-
gared me. She threw the cards down on the table when
she had won them all, as if she despised them for having
been won of me.
"When shall I have you here again?" said Miss Hav-
isham. "Le<- me think."
I was beginning to remind her that to-day was Wednes-
day, when she checked me with her former impatient move-
ment of the fingers of her right hand.
"There, there! I know nothing of days of the week; I
know nothing of weeks of the year. Come again after six
days. You hear? "
"Yes, ma'am."
" Estella, take him down. Let him have something to
eat, and let him roam and look about him while he eats.
Go, Pip."
I followed the candle down, as I had followed the candle
up, and she stood it in the place where we had found it.
Until she opened the side entrance, I had fancied, without
thinking about it, that it must necessarily be night-time.
The rush of the daylight quite confounded me, and made
me feel as if I had been in the candlelight of the strange
room many hours.
" You are to wait here, you boy," said Estella; and dis-
appeared and closed the door.
I took the opportunity of being alone in the courtyard,
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to look at my coarse hands and my common boots. My
opinion of those accessories was not favourable. They had
never troubled me before, but they troubled me now, as
vulgar appendages. I determined to ask Joe why he had
ever taught me to call those picture-cards, Jacks, which
ought to be called knaves. I wished Joe had been rather
more genteelly brought up, and then I should have been so
too.
She came back, with some bread and meat and a little
mug of beer. She put the mug down on the stones of the
yard, and gave me the bread and meat without looking at
me, as insolently as if I were a dog in disgrace. I was so
humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry — I can-
not hit upon the right name for the smart — God knows
what its name was — that tears started tpmy eyes. The
moment they sprang there ^the~girl Too1fe3^at me with a
quick delight in having be^nJJie_caiise~Di- theinl This gave
me power~t6~keep them back and to look at her: so, she
gave a contemptuous toss — but with a sense, I thought, of
having made too sure that I was so wounded — and left
me.
But, when she was gone, I looked about me for a place
to hide my face in, and got behind one of the gates in the
brewery-lane, and leaned my sleeve against the wall there,
and leaned my forehead on it and cried. As I cried, I
kicked the wall, and took a hard twist at my hair; so bit-
ter were my feelings, and so sharp was the smart without a
name, that needed counteraction.
My sister's bringing up had made me sensitive. In the
little world in which children have their existence, whoso-
ever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived
and so finely felt, as injustice. It may be only small in-
justice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is
small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stands as
many hands high, according to scale, as a big-boned Irish
hunter. Within myself, I had sustained, from my baby-
hood, a perpetual conflict with injustice. I had known,
from the time when I could speak, that my sister, in her
capricious and violent coercion, was unjust tpjne^ I had
cherished a profound conviction that her bringing me up by
hand, gave her no right to bring me up by jerks. Through
all my punishments, disgraces, fasts and vigils, and other
penitential performances, I had nursed this assurance; and
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to my communing so much with it, in a solitary and unpro-
tected way, I in great part refer the fact that I was morally
timid and very sensitive.
I got rid of my injured feelings for the time, by kicking
them into the brewery-wall, and twisting them out of my
hair, and then I smoothed my face with my sleeve, and
came from behind the gate. The bread and meat were ac-
ceptable, and the beer was warming and tingling, and I was
soon in spirits to look about me.
To be sure, it was a deserted place, down to the pigeon-
house in the brewery -yard, which had been blown crooked
on its pole by some high wind, and would have made the
pigeons think themselves at sea, if there had been any pig-
eons there to be rocked by it. But, there were no pigeons
in the dove-cot, no horses in the stable, no pigs in the
sty, no malt in the store-house, no smells of grains and
beer in the copper or the vat. All the uses and scents of
the brewery might have evaporated with its last reek of
smoke. In a bye-yard, there was a wilderness of empty
casks, which had a certain sour remembrance of better
days lingering about them; but it was too sour to be ac-
cepted as a sample of the beer that was gone — and in
this respect I remember those recluses as being like most
others.
Behind the furthest end of the brewery, was a rank gar-
den with an old wall : not so high but that I could struggle
up and hold on long enough to look over it, and see that
the rank^garden was the garden of the house, and that it
was overgrown with tangled weeds, but that there was a
track upon the green and yellow paths, as if some one
sometimes walked there, and that Estella was walking
away from me even then. But she seemed to be every-
where. For, when I yielded to the temptation presented
by the casks, and began to walk on them, I saw her walk-
ing on' them at the end of the yard of casks. She had her
back towards me, and held her pretty brown hair spread
out in her two hands, and never looked round, and passed
out of my view directly. So, in the brewery itself — by
which I mean the large paved lofty place in which they
used to make the beer, and where the brewing utensils still
were. When I first went into it, and, rather oppressed by
its gloom, stood near the door looking about me, I saw her
pass among the extinguished fires, and ascend some light
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iron stairs, and go out by a gallery high overhead, as if she
were going out into the sky.
It was in this place, and at this moment, that a strange
thing happened to my fancy. I thought it a strange thing
then, and I thought it a stranger thing long afterwards. I
turned my eyes — a little dimmed by looking up at the frosty
light — towards a great wooden beam in a low nook of the
building near me on my right hand, and I saw a figure
hanging there by the neck. A figure all in yellow white,
with but one shoe to the feet; and it hung so, that I could
see that the faded trimmings of the dress were like earthy
paper, and that the face was Miss Havisham's, with a
movement going over the whole countenance as if she were
trying to call to me. In the terror of seeing the figure, and
in the terror of being certain that it had not been there a
moment before, I at first ran from it, and then ran towards
it. And my terror was greatest of all when I found no
figure there.
Nothing less than the frosty light of the cheerful sky,
the sight of people passing beyond the bars of the court-
yard gate, and the reviving influence of the rest of the
bread and meat and beer, could have brought me round.
Even with those aids, I might not have come to myself as
soon as I did, but that I saw Estella approaching with the
keys, to let me out. She would have some fair reason for
looking down upon me, I thought, if she saw me fright-
ened; and she should have no fair reason.
She gave me a triumphant glance in passing me, as if she
rejoiced that my hands were so coarse and my boots were
so thick, and she opened the gate, and stood holding it. I
was passing out without looking at her, when she touched
me with a taunting hand.
"Why don't you cry?"
"Because I don't want to."
" You do," said she. " You have been crying till you are
half blind, and you are near crying again now."
She laughed contemptuously, pushed me out, and locked
the gate upon me. I went straight to Mr. Pumblechook's,
and was immensely relieved to find him not at home. So,
leaving word with the shopman on what day I was wanted
at Miss Havisham's again, I set off on the four-mile walk
to our forge; pondering, as I went along, on all I had
seen, and deeply revolving that I was a common labouring-
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boy; that my hands were coarse; that my boots were
thick; that I had fallen into a despicable habit of calling
knaves Jacks; that I was much more ignorant than I had
considered myself last night, and generally that I was in a
low-lived bad way.
CHAPTER IX.
WHEN I reached home, my sister was very curious to
know all about Miss Havisham's, and asked a number of
questions. And I soon found myself getting heavily
bumped from behind in the nape of the neck and the small
of the back, and having my face ignominiously shoved
against the kitchen wall, because I did not answer those
questions at sufficient length.
If a dread of not being understood be hidden in the
breasts of other young people to anything like the extent
to which it used to be hidden in mine — which I consider
probable, as I have no particular reason to suspect myself
of having been a monstrosity — it is the key to many reser-
vations. I felt convinced that if I described Miss Havis-
ham's as my eyes had seen it, I should not be understood.
Not only that, but I felt convinced that Miss Havisham too
would not be understood; and although she was perfectly
incomprehensible to me, I entertained an impression that
there would be something coarse and treacherous in rny
dragging her as she really was (to say nothing of Miss
Estella) before the contemplation of Mrs. Joe. Conse-
quently, I said as little as I could, and had my face shoved
against the kitchen wall.
The worst of it was that that bullying old Pumblechook,
preyed upon by a devouring curiosity to be informed of all
I had seen and heard, came gaping over in his chaise-cart
at tea-time, to have the details divulged to him. And the
mere sight of the torment, with his fishy eyes and mouth
open, his sandy hair inquisitively on end, and his waistcoat
heaving with windy arithmetic, made me vicious in my
reticence.
"Well, boy," Uncle Pumblechook began, as soon as he
was seated in the chair of honour by the fire. " How did
you get on up town? "
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I answered, "Pretty well, sir," and my sister shook her
fist at me.
"Pretty well?" Mr. Pumblechook repeated. "Pretty
well is no answer. Tell us what you mean by pretty well,
boy? "
Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a
state of obstinacy perhaps. Anyhow, with whitewash from
the wall on my forehead, my obstinacy was adamantine. I
reflected for some time, and then answered as if I had dis-
covered a new idea, "I mean pretty well."
My sister with an exclamation of impatience was going
to fly at me — I had no shadow of defence, for Joe was busy
in the forge — when Mr. Pumblechook interposed with " No !
Don't lose your temper. Leave this lad to me, ma'am;
leave this lad to me." Mr. Pumblechook then turned me
towards him, as if he were going to cut my hair, and
said:
" First (to get our thoughts in order) : Forty-three pence? "
I calculated the consequences of replying "Four Hun-
dred Pound," and finding them against me, went as near
the answer as I could — which was somewhere about eight-
pence off. Mr. Pumblechook then put me through my
pence-table from "twelve pence make one shilling," up to
"forty pence make three and fourpence," and then tri-
umphantly demanded, as if he had done for me, "Now!
How much is forty-three pence? " To which I replied,
after a long interval of reflection, " I don't know." And I
was so aggravated that I almost doubt if I did know.
Mr. Pumblechook worked his head like a screw to screw
it out of me, and said, " Is forty-three pence seven and six
pence three fardens, for instance? "
" Yes ! " said I. And although my sister instantly boxed
my ears, it was highly gratifying to me to see that the an-
swer spoilt his joke, and brought him to a dead stop.
"Boy! What like is Miss Havisham? " Mr. Pumble-
chook began again when he had recovered; folding his arms
tight on his chest and applying the screw.
"Very tall and dark," I told him.
"Is she, uncle? " asked my sister.
Mr. Pumblechook winked assent; from which I at once
inferred that he had never seen Miss Havisham, for she
was nothing of the kind.
"Good!" said Mr. Pumblechook, conceitedly. ("This
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is the way to have him ! We are beginning to hold our
own, I think, Mum? ")
"I am sure, uncle," returned Mrs. Joe, "I wish you had
him always : you know so well how to deal with him."
" Now, boy ! What was she a doing of, when you went
in to-day? " asked Mr. Pumblechook.
" She was sitting," I answered, " in a black velvet
coach."
Mr. Pumblechook and Mrs. Joe stared at one another —
as they well might — and both repeated, " In a black velvet
coach? "
" Yes," said I. "And Miss Estella — that's her niece, 1
think — handed her in cake and wine at the coach- window,
on a gold plate. And we all had cake and wine on gold
plates. And I got up behind the coach to eat mine, be-
cause she told me to."
" Was anybody else there? " asked Mr. Pumblechook,
"Four dogs," said I.
" Large or small? "
"Immense," said I. "And they fought for veal-cutlets
out of a silver basket."
Mr. Pumblechook and Mrs. Joe stared at one another
again, in utter amazement. I was perfectly frantic — a
reckless witness under the torture — and would have told
them anything.
" Where was this coach, in the name of gracious? " asked
my sister.
" In Miss Havisham's room. " They stared again. " But
there weren't any horses to it." I added this saving clause,
in the moment of rejecting four richly caparisoned coursers,
which I had had wild thoughts of harnessing.
" Can this be possible, uncle? " asked Mrs. Joe. " What
can the boy mean? "
"I'll tell you, Mum," said Mr. Pumblechook "My
opinion is, it's a sedan-chair. She's nighty, you know —
very nighty — quite flighty enough to pass her days in a
sedan-chair."
"Did you ever see her in it, uncle? " asked Mrs- Joe.
" How could I," he returned, forced to the admission,
" when I never see her in my life? Never clapped eyes
upon her ! "
" Goodness, uncle ! And yet you have spoken to her? "
" Why, don't you know," said Mr. Pumblechook, testily,
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"that when I have been there, I have been took up to the
outside of her door, and the door has stood ajar, and she
has spoken to me that way. Don't say you don't know
that, Mum. Howsever, the boy went there to play. What
did you play at, boy? "
"We played with flags," I said. (I beg to observe that
I think of myself with amazement, when I recall the lies I
told on this occasion. )
" Flags ! " echoed my sister.
" Yes," said I. " Estella waved a blue flag, and I waved
a red one, and Miss Havisham Avaved one sprinkled all
over with little gold stars, out at the coach- window. And
then we all waved our swords and hurrahed."
" Swords ! " repeated my sister. " Where did you get
swords from? "
"Out of a cupboard," said I. "And I saw pistols in it
— and jam — and pills. And there was no daylight in the
room, but it was all lighted up with candles."
"That's true, Mum," said Mr. Pumblechook, with a
grave nod. "That's the state of the case, for that much
I've seen myself." And then they both stared at me, and
I, with an obtrusive show of artlessness on my counte-
nance, stared at them, and plaited the right leg of my
trousers with my right hand.
If they had asked me any more questions I should un-
doubtedly have betrayed myself, for I was even then on
the point of mentioning that there was a balloon in the
yard, and should have hazarded the statement but for my
invention being divided between that phenomenon and a
bear in the brewery. They were so much occupied, how-
ever, in discussing the marvels I had already presented for
their consideration, that I escaped. The subject still held
them when Joe came in from his work to have a cup of
tea. To whom my sister, more for the relief of her own
mind than for the gratification of his, related my pretended
experiences.
Now, when I saw Joe open his blue eyes and roll them
all round the kitchen in helpless amazement, I was over-
taken by penitence; but only as regarded him — not in the
least as regarded the other two. Towards Joe, and Joe
only, I considered myself a young monster, while they sat
debating what results would come to me from Miss Hav-
isham's acquaintance and favour. They had no doubt that
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Miss Havisham would "do something" for me; their
doubts related to the form that something would take. My
sister stood out for "property." Mr. Pumblechook was in
favour of a handsome premium for binding me apprentice
to some genteel trade — say, the corn and seed trade, for
instance. Joe fell into the deepest disgrace with both,
for offering the bright suggestion that I might only be pre-
sented with one of the dogs who had fought for the veal-
cutlets. " If a fool's head can't express better opinions
than that," said my sister, "and you have got any work to
do, you had better go and do it." So he went.
After Mr. Pumblechook had driven off, and when my
sister was washing up, I stole into the forge to Joe, and
remained by him until he had done for the night. Then I
said, " Before the fire goes out, Joe, I should like to tell
you something."
" Should you, Pip? " said Joe, drawing his shoeing-stool
near the forge. "Then tell us. What is it, Pip? "
"Joe," said I, taking hold of his rolled-up shirt sleeve,
and twisting it between my finger and thumb, "you re-
member all that about Miss Havisham 's? "
" Remember? " said Joe. " I believe you ! Wonderful ! "
"It's a terrible thing, Joe; it ain't true."
"What are you telling of, Pip? " cried Joe, falling back
in the greatest amazement. " You don't mean to say
it's "
" Yes, I do; it's lies, Joe."
" But not all of it? Why sure you don't mean to say,
Pip, that there was no black welwet co ch?" For, I
stood shaking my head. " But at least there was dogs,
Pip? Come, Pip," said Joe persuasively, "if there warn't
no weal-cutlets, at least there was dogs? "
"No, Joe."
" A dog? " said Joe. " A puppy? Come ! "
"No, Joe, there was nothing at all of the kind."
As I fixed my eyes hopelessly on Joe, Joe contem^ jed
me in dismay. "Pip, old chap! This won't do, old fel-
low ! I say ! Where do you expect to go to? "
"It's terrible, Joe; ain't it?"
"Terrible?" cried Joe. "Awful! What possessed
you? "
"I don't know what possessed me, Joe," I replied, let-
ting his shirt sleeve go, and sitting down in the ashes at
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his feet, hanging my head; "but I wish you hadn't taught
me to call knaves at cards, Jacks; and I wish my boots
weren't so thick nor my hands so coarse."
And then I told Joe that I felt very miserable, and that
I hadn't been able to explain myself to Mrs. Joe and Pum-
blechook, who were so rude to me, and that there had been
a beautiful young lady at Miss Havisham^s who was dread-
fully proud, and that she had said I was common, and
that I knew I was common, and that I wished I was not
common, and that the lies had come of it somehow, though
I didn't know how.
This was a case of metaphysics, at least as difficult for
Joe to deal with, as for me. But Joe took the case alto-
gether out of the region of metaphysics, and by that means
vanquished it.
"There's one thing you may be sure of, Pip," said Joe,
after some rumination, " namely, that lies is lies. How-
sever they come, they didn't ought to come, and they come
from the father of lies, and work round to the same. Don't
you tell no more of 'em, Pip. That ain't the way to get
out of being common, old chap. And as to being common,
I don't make it out at all clear. You are oncommon in
some things. You're oncommon small. Likewise you're
a oncommou scholar."
"No, I am ignorant and backward, Joe."
" Why, see what a letter you wrote last night ! Wrote
in print even! I've seen letters — Ah! and from gentle-
folks!— that I'll swear weren't wrote in print," said Joe.
" I have learnt next to nothing, Joe. You think much
of me. It's only that."
"Well, Pip," said Joe, "be it so, or be it son't, you
must be a common scholar afore you can be a oncommon
one, I should hope ! The king upon his throne, with his
crown upon his 'ed, can't sit and write his acts of Parlia-
ment in print, without having begun, when he were a un-
promoted Prince, with the alphabet — Ah ! " added Joe,
with a shake of the head that was full of meaning, " and
begun at A too, and worked his way to Z. And 1 know
what that is to do, though I can't say I've exactly done it."
There was some hope in this piece of wisdom, and it
rather encouraged me.
"Whether common ones as to callings and earnings,"
pursued Joe, reflectively, " mightn't be the better of con-
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tinuing for to keep company with, common ones, instead of
going out to play with oncommon ones — which reminds me
to hope that there were a flag, perhaps? "
"No, Joe."
"(I'm sorry there weren't a flag, Pip.) Whether that
might be, or mightn't be, is a thing as can't be looked into
now, without putting your sister on the Rampage; and
that's a thing not to be thought of, as being done inten-
tional. Lookee here, Pip, at what is said to you by a true
friend. Which this to you the true friend say. If you
can't get to be oncommon through going straight, you'll
never get to do it through going crooked. So don't tell no
more on 'em, Pip, and live well and die happy."
" You are not angry with me, Joe? "
" No, old chap. But bearing in mind that them were
which I meantersay of a stunning and outdacious sort — al-
luding to them which bordered on weal-cutlets and dog
righting — a sincere well-wisher would adwise, Pip, their
being dropped into your meditations, when you go upstairs
to bed. That's all, old chap, and don't never do it no
more."
When I got up to my little room and said my prayers, I
did not forget Joe's recommendation, and yet my young
mind was in that disturbed and unthankful state, that I
thought long after I laid me down, how common Estella
would consider Joe, a mere blacksmith: how thick his
boots, and how coarse his hands. I thought how Joe and
my sister were then sitting in the kitchen, and how I had
come up to bed from the kitchen, and how Miss Havisham
and Estella never sat in a kitchen, but were far above the
level of such common doings. I fell asleep recalling what
I " used to do " when I was at Miss Havisham' s; as though
I had been there weeks or months, instead of hours : and
as though it were quite an old subject of remembrance, in-
stead of one that had risen only that day.
That was a memorable day to me, for it made great
changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine
one selected day struck out of it, and think how different
its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and
think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of
thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but
for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
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CHAPTER X.
THE felicitous idea occurred to me a morning or two later
when I woke, that the best step I could take towards mak-
ing myself uncommon was to get out of Biddy everything
she knew. In pursuance of this luminous conception, I
mentioned toJBiddly^when I went to Mr. WopgieJLs great-
aunt's at night, that I had a particular reason for wishing
to get on ill "rife, and that I should feel very much obliged
to her if she would impart all her learning to me. Biddy,
who was the most obliging of girls, immediately said she
would, and indeed began to carry out her promise within
five minutes.
The Educational scheme or Course established by Mr.
Wopsle's great-aunt may be resolved into the following
synopsis. The pupils ate apples and put straws down one
another's backs, until Mr, Wopsle's great-aunt collected
her energies, and made an indiscriminate totter at them
with a birch-rod. After receiving the charge with every
mark of derision, the pupils formed in line and buzzingly
passed a ragged book from hand to hand. The book had
an alphabet in it, some figures and tables, and a little
spelling — that is to say, it had had once. As soon as this
volume began to circulate, Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt fell
into a state of coma; arising either from sleep or a rheu-
matic paroxysm. The pupils then entered among them-
selves upon a competitive examination on the subject of
Boots, with the view of ascertaining who could tread the
hardest upon whose toes. This mental exercise lasted until
Biddy made a rush at them and distributed three defaced
Bibles (shaped as if they had been unskilfully cut off the
chump-end of something), more illegibly printed at the
best than any curiosities of literature I have since met
with, speckled all over with ironmould, and having various
specimens of the insect world smashed between their
leaves. This part of the Course was usually lightened by
several single combats between Biddy and refractory stu-
dents. When the fights were over, Biddy gave out the num-
ber of a page, and then we all read aloud what we could —
or what we couldn't — in a frightful chorus j Biddy leading
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with a high shrill monotonous voice, and none of us having
the least notion of, or reverence for, what we were reading
about. When this horrible din had lasted a certain time,
it mechanically awoke .Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt, who stag-
gered at a boy fortuitously, and pulled his ears. This was
understood to terminate the Course for the evening, and we
emerged into the air with shrieks of intellectual victory.
It is fair to remark that there was no prohibition against
any pupil's entertaining himself with a slate or even with
the ink (when there was any), but that it was not easy to
pursue that branch of study in the winter season, on ac-
count of the little general shop in which the classes were
holden — and which was also Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt's sit-
ting-room and bed-chamber — being but faintly illuminated
through the agency of one low-spirited dip-candle and no
snuffers.
It appeared to me that it would take time to become un-
common under these circumstances : nevertheless, I resolved
to try it, and that very evening Biddy entered on our spe-
cial agreement, by imparting some information from her
little catalogue of Prices, under the head of moist sugar,
and lending me, to copy at home, a large old English D
which she had imitated from the heading of some newspa-
per, and which I supposed, until she told me what it was,
to be a design for a buckle.
Of course there was a public-house in the village, and of
course Joe liked sometimes to smoke his pipe there. I had
received strict orders from my sister to call for him at the
Three Jolly Bargemen, that evening, on my way from
school, and bring him home at my peril. To the Three
Jolly Bargemen, therefore, I directed my steps.
There was a bar at the Jolly Bargemen, with some alarm-
ingly long chalk scores in~!t on the wall at the side of the
door, which seemed to me to be never paid off. They had
been there ever since I could remember, and had grown
more than I had. But there was a quantity of chalk about
our country, and perhaps the people neglected no oppor-
tunity of turning it to account.
It being Saturday night, I found the kjmllord^looking
rather grimly at these records, but as my business was with
Joe and not with him, I merely wished him good evening,
and passed into the common room at the end of the pas-
sage, where there was a bright large kitchen fire, and where
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Jojj was smoking his pip^jn company-witli Mr. Wopsle and
a stranger. Joe greeted me as usual with " Halloa, Pip,
7>ftt~cEap ! " and the moment he said that, the stranger
turned his head and looked at me.
He was a secret-looking man whom I had never seen be-
fore. His head was all on one side, and one of his eyes
was half shut up, as if he were taking aim at something
with an invisible gun. He had a pipe in his mouth, and
he took it out, and, after slowly blowing all his smoke away
and looking hard at me all the time, nodded. So, I nod-
ded, and then he nodded again, and made room on the
settle beside him that I might sit down there.
But, as I was us^d to sit beside Joe whenever I entered
that place of resort, I said "No, thank you, sir," and fell
into the space Joe made for me on the opposite settle. The
strange man, after glancing at Joe, and seeing that his at-
tention was otherwise engaged, nodded to me again when
I had taken my seat, and then rubbed his leg — in a very
odd way, as it struck me.
" You was saying," said the strange man, turning to Joe,
" that you was a blacksmith."
"Yes. I said it, you know," said Joe.
"What'll you drink, Mr. ? You didn't mention
your name, by-the-bye."
Joe mentioned it now, and the strange man called him
by it.
"What'll you drink, Mr. Gargery? At my expense?
To top up with? "
" Well," said Joe, " to tell you the truth, I ain't much in
the habit of drinking at anybody's expense but my own."
"Habit? No," returned the stranger, "but once and
away, and on a Saturday night too. Come ! Put a name
to it, Mr. Gargery."
"I wouldn't wish to be stiff company," said Joe.
"Rum."
"Rum," repeated the stranger. "And will the other
gentleman originate a sentiment."
"Rum," said Mr. Wopsle.
" Three Rums ! " cried the stranger, calling to the land-
lord. " Glasses round ! "
"This other gentleman," observed Joe, by way of intro-
ducing Mr. Wppsle, " is a gentleman that you would like
to hear give if out. Our clerk at church."
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** Aba ! " said the stranger, quickly, and cocking his eye
at me. "The lonely church, right out on the marshes,
with the graves round it ! "
"That's it," said Joe.
The stranger, with a comfortable kind of grunt over his
pipe, put his legs up on the settle that he had to himself.
He wore a flapping broad-brimmed traveller's hat, and
under it a handkerchief tied over his head in the manner
of a cap : so that he showed no hair. As he looked at the
fire, I thought I saw a cunning expression, followed by a
half-laugh, come into his face. >.
" I am not acquainted with this country, gentlemen, but/
it seems a solitary country towards the river."
" Most marshes is solitary, " said Joe.
"No doubt, no doubt. Do you find any gipsies, now, or
tramps, or vagrants of any sort, out there? "
"No," said Joe; "none but a runaway convict now and
then. And we don't find them, easy. Eh, Mr. Wopsle? "
Mr. Wopsle, with a majestic remembrance of old discom-
fiture, assented; but not warmly.
" Seems you have been out after such? " asked the
stranger.
"Once," returned Joe. "Not that we wanted to take
them, you understand; we went out as lookers on; me and
Mr. Wopsle, and Pip. Didn't us, Pip? "
"Yes, Joe."
The stranger looked at me again — still cocking his eye,
as if he were expressly taking aim at me with his invisible
gun — and said, " He's a likely young parcel of bones that.
What is it you call him? "
"Pip," said Joe.
"Christened Pip?"
"No, not christened Pip."
" Surname Pip? "
"No," said Joe; "it's a kind of a family name what he
gave himself when a infant, and is called by."
" Son of yours? "
" Well," said Joe, meditatively — not, of course, that it
could be in anywise necessary to consider about it, but be-
cause it was the way at the Jolly Bargemen to seem to con-
sider deeply about everything that was discussed over pipes;
"well—no. No, he ain't."
" Nevvy? " said the strange man.
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" Well," said Joe, with the same appearance of profound
cogitation, " he is not — no, not to deceive you, he is not —
my nevvy."
"What the Blue Blazes is he?" asked the stranger.
Which appeared to me to be an inquiry of unnecessary
strength.
Mr. Wopsle struck in upon that; as one who knew all
about relationships, having professional occasion to bear in
mind what female relations a man might not marry; and
expounded the ties between me and Joe. Having his hand
in, Mr. Wopsle finished off with a most terrifically snarling
passage from Richard the Third, and seemed to think he
had done quite enough to account for it when he added, —
"as the poet says."
And here I may remark that when Mr. Wopsle referred
to me, he considered it a necessary part of such reference
to rumple my hair and poke it into my eyes. I cannot con-
ceive why everybody of his standing who visited at our
house should always have put me through the same inflam-
matory process under similar circumstances. Yet I do not
call to mind that I was ever in my earlier youth the sub-
ject of remark in our social family circle, but some large-
handed person took some such ophthalmic steps to patron-
ise me.
All this while, the strange man looked at nobody but me,
and looked at me as if he were determined to have a shot
at me at last, and bring me down. But he said nothing
after offering his Blue Blazes observation, until the glasses
of rum-and- water were brought: and then he made his
shot, and a most extraordinary shot it was.
It was not a verbal remark, but a proceeding in dumb
show, and was pointedly addressed to me. He stirred his
rum-and- water pointedly at me, and he tasted his rum-aud-
water pointedly at me. And he stirred it and he tasted it:
not with a spoon that was brought to him^bnt^tfA a file.
He did this so that nobody but I saw £he_file4 and when
he had done it, he wiped the file and put it in a breast-
pocket. I knew it to be Joe's file, and I knew that he
knew my convict, the moment I saw the instrument. I sat
gazing at him, spellbound. But he now reclined on his
settle, taking very little notice of me, and talking princi-
pally about turnips.
There was a delicious sense of cleaning-up and making a
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quiet pause before going on in life afresh, in our village on
Saturday nights, which stimulated Joe to dare to stay out
half an hour longer on Saturdays than at other times. The
half hour and the rum-and- water running out together, Joe
got up to go, and took me by the hand.
"Stop half a moment, Mr. Gargery," said the strange
man. " I think I've got a bright new shilling somewhere
in my pocket, and if I have, the boy shall have it."
He looked it out from a handful of small change, folded
it in some crumpled paper, and gave it to me. " Yours ! "
said he. "Mind! Your own."
I thanked him, staring at him far beyond the bounds of
good manners, and holding tight to Joe. He gave Joe
good night, and he gave Mr. Wopsle good night (who went
out with us), and he gave me only a look with his aiming
eye — no, not a look, for he shut it up, but wonders may be
done with an eye by hiding it.
On the way home, if I had been in the humour for talk-
ing, the talk must have been all on my side, for Mr.
Wopsle parted from us at the door of the Jolly JBaigemen,-
and Joe went all the way home with his rffouth wide open,
to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible. But I
was in a manner stupefied by this turning up of my old
misdeed and old acquaintance, and could think of nothing
else.
My sister was not in a very bad temper when we pre-
sented ourselves in the kitchen, and Joe was encouraged by
that unusual circumstance to tell her about the bright
shilling. "A bad un, I'll be bound," said Mrs. Joe, tri-
umphantly, "or he wouldn't have given it to the boy?
Let's look at it."
I took it out of the paper, and it proved to be a good
one. " But what's this? " said Mrs. Joe, throwing down
the shilling and catching up the paper. " Two One-Pound
notes? "
Nothing less than two fat sweltering one-pound notes
that seemed to have been on terms of the warmest intimacy
with all the cattle markets in the county. Joe caught up
his hat again, and ran with them to the Jolly Bargemen to
restore them to their owner. While he was g'one I sat
down on my usual stool and looked vacantly at my sister,
feeling pretty sure that the man would not be there.
Presently, Joe came back, saying that the man was gone,
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but that he, Joe, had left word at the Three Jolly Barge-
men concerning the notes. Then my sister sealed them up
in a piece of paper, and put them under some dried rose-
leaves in an ornamental teapot on the top of a press in the
state parlour. There they remained a nightmare to me
many and many a night and day.
I had sadly broken sleep when I got to bed, through
thinking of the strange man taking aim at me with his in-
visible gun, and of the guiltily coarse and common thing it
was, to be on secret terms of conspiracy with convicts — a
feature in my low career that I had previously forgotten.
I was haunted by the file too. A dread possessed me that
when I least expected it, the file would reappear. I coaxed
myself to sleep by thinking of Miss Havisham's next Wed-
nesday; and in my sleep I saw the file coming at me out
of a door, without seeing who held it, and I screamed my-
self awake.
CHAPTER XI.
AT the appointed time I returned to Miss Havisham's,
and my hesitating ring at the gate brought out Estella.
She locked it after admitting me, as she had done before,
and again precedeclme'" ink) the dark passage where her
candle stood? She took no notice of me until she had the
candle in her hand, when she looked over her shoulder, su-
perciliously saying, " You are to come this way to-day,"
and took me to quite another part of the house.
The passage was a long one, and seemed to pervade the
whole square basement of the Manor House. We traversed
but one side of the square, however, and at the end of it
she stopped and put her candle down and opened a door.
Here, the daylight reappeared, and I found myself in a
small paved courtyard, the opposite side of which was
formed by a detached dwelling-house, that looked as if it
had- once belonged to the manager or head clerk of the ex-
tinct brewery. There was a clock in the outer wall of this
house. Like the clock in Miss Havisham's room, and like
Miss Havisham's watch, it had stopped at twenty minutes
to nine.
We went in at the door, which stood open, and into a
gloomy room with a low ceiling, on the ground floor at the
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back. There was some company in the room, and Estella
said to me as she joined it, " You are to go and stand there,
boy, till you are wanted." "There" being the window, I
crossed to it, and stood " there," in a very uncomfortable
state of mind, looking out.
It opened to the ground, and looked into a most miser-
able corner of the neglected garden, upon a rank ruin of
cabbage-stalks, and one box-tree that had been clipped
round long ago, like a pudding, and had a new growth at
the top of it, out of shape and of a different colour, as if
that part of the pudding had stuck to the saucepan and got
burnt. This was my homely thought, as I contemplated
the box-tree. There had been some light snow, overnight,
and it lay nowhere else to my knowledge; but, it had not
quite melted from the cold shadow of this bit of garden,
and the wind caught it up in little eddies and threw it at
the window, as if it pelted me for coming there.
I divined that my coming had stopped conversation in
the room, and that its other" occupants were looking at me.
I could see nothing of the room except the 3hmmg_pf the~
fire in the window glass, but I stiffened in all my joints
with the consciousness that I was under close inspection.
There were three ladies in the room and one gentleman.
Before I had been standing at the window five minutes,
they somehow convey ed to me that they were all toadies
and humbugs, but that each of them pretended not to know
that the others were toadies and humbugs : because the ad-
mission that he or she did know it, would have made him
or her out to be a toady and humbug.
They all had a listless and dreary air of waiting some-
body's pleasure, and the most talkative of the ladies had
to speak quite rigidly to suppress a yawn. This lady,
whose name was Camilla, very much reminded me of my
sister, with the difference that she was older, and (as I
found when I caught sight of her) of a blunter cast of feat-
ures. Indeed, when I knew her better' I began to think it
was a mergy she had any fgajauee-at all, so very blank and
high was the dead wall of her face.
"Poor dear soul!" said this lady, with an abruptness of
manner quite my sister's. "Nobody's enemy but his
own ! "
" It v/ould be mnnh more commendable to be somebody
else's enemy," said the gentleman; "far more natural."
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"Cousin Raymond," observed another lady, "we are to
love our neighbour."
"Sarah Pocket," returned Cousin Raymond, "if a man
is not his own neighbour, who is? "
Miss Pocket laughed, and Camilla laughed and said
(checking a yawn), "The idea!" But I thought they
seemed to think it rather a good idea too. The other lady,
who had not spoken yet, said gravely and emphatically,
" Very true ! "
" Poor soul ! " Camilla presently went on (I knew they
had all been looking at me in the mean time), " he is so
very strange! Would anyone believe that when Tom's
wife died, he actually could not be induced to see the im-
portance of the children's having the deepest of trimmings
to their mourning? ' Good Lord ! ' says he, ' Camilla, what
can it signify so long as the poor bereaved little things are
in black? ' So like Matthew ! The idea ! "
"Good points in him, good points in him," said Cousin
Raymond ; " Heaven forbid I should deny good points in
him; but he never had, and he never will have, any sense
of the proprieties."
" You know I was obliged," said Camilla, " I was obliged
to be firm. I said, ' It WILL NOT DO, for the credit of the
family.' I told him that, without deep trimmings, the
family was disgraced. I cried about it from breakfast till
dinner. I injured my digestion. And at last he flung out
in his violent way, and said, with a D, ' Then do as you
like.' Thank Goodness it will always be a consolation to
me to know that I instantly went out in a pouring rain and
bought the things."
"He paid for them, did he not? " asked Estella.
"It's not the question, my dear child, who paid for
them," returned Camilla. " 1 bought them. And I shall
often think of that with peace, when .1 wake up in the
night."
The ringing of a distant bell, combined with the echoing
of some cry or call along the passage by which I had come,
interrupted the conversation and caused Estella to say to
me, " Now, boy ! " On my turning round, they all looked
at me with the utmost contempt, and, as I went out, I
heard Sarah Pocket say, " Well I am sure ! What next ! "
and Camilla add, with indignation, "Was there ever such
a fancy ! The i-de-a ! "
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As we were going with our candle along the dark pas-
sage, Estella stopped all of a sudden, and, facing round,
said in her taunting manner, with her face quite close to
mine :
"Well?"
"Well, miss," I answered, almost falling over her and
checking myself.
She stood looking at me, and of course I stood looking
at her. <-.':*'• -1
"Am I pretty?"
' Yes; I think you are very pretty."
' Am I insulting? "
' Not so much so as you were last time," said I.
( Not so much so? "
'No."
She fired when she asked the last question, and she slapped
my face with such force as she had, when I answered it.
" Now? " said she. " You little coarse monster, what do
you think of me now? "
"I shall not tell you."
" Because you are going to tell upstairs. Is that it? "
"No," said I, "that's not it."
"Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? "
" Because I'll never cry for you again," said I. Which
was, I suppose, as false a declaration as ever was made;
for I was inwardly crying for her then, and I know what I
know of the pain she cost me afterwards.
We went on our way upstairs after this episode; and, as we
were going up, we met a gentleman groping his way down.
"Whom have we here?" asked the gentleman, stopping
and looking at me.
" A boy," said Estella.
He was a burly man of an exceedingly dark complexion; '
with an exceedingly large head and a corresponding large
hand. He took my chin in his large hand a^dtiurned up
my face to have a look at me by the light of the candle.
He was pr.ematurp.1y ba.1rf.nn the top of his head, and had
bushy blaja. eyebrows that wouldn't lie down, but stood up
bristling. _ His eyes were set very deep in his head, and
were disagreeably sharp and suspicious. He had a large
watch-chain, and strong black dots where his beard and
whiskers would have been it he Sad let them. He was /
nothing to me, and I could have had no foresight then,
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he ever would be anything to me, but it happened that I
had this opportunity of observing him well.
" Boy of the neighbourhood? Hey? " said he.
"Yes, sir," said I.
"How do you come here? "
"Miss Havisham sent for me, sir," I explained.
"Well! Behave yourself. I have a pretty large ex-
perience of boys, and you're a bad set of fellows. Now
mind ! " said he, biting the side of his great forefinger as
he frowned at me, " you behave yourself ! "
With these words he released me — which I was glad of,
for his hand smelt of scented soap — and went his way
downstairs. I wondered whether he could be a doctor; but
no, I thought; he couldn't be a doctor, or he would have a
quieter and more persuasive manner. There was not much
time to consider the subject, for we were soon in Miss
Havisham's room, where she and everything else were just
as I had left them. Estella left me standing near the
door, and I stood there until Miss Havisham cast her eyes
upon me from the dressing-table.
"So!" she said, without being startled or surprised;
"the days have worn away, have they?"
" Yes, ma'am. To-day is "
" There, there, there ! " with the impatient movement of
her fingers. " I don't want to know. Are you ready to
play?"
I was obliged to answer in some confusion, "I don't
think I am, ma'am."
" Not at cards again? " she demanded with a searching
look.
"Yes, ma'am; I could do that, if I was wanted."
"Since this house strikes you old and grave, boy," said
Miss Havisham, impatiently, "and you are unwilling to
play, are you willing to work? "
I could answer this inquiry with a better heart than I
had been able to find for the other question, and I said I
was quite willing.
"Then go into that opposite room," said she, pointing at
the door behind me with her withered hand, "and wait
there till I come."
I crossed the staircase landing, and entered the room she
indicated. From that room, too, the daylight was com-
pletely excluded, and it had an airless smell that was op-
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pressive. A fire had been lately kindled in the damp old-
fashioned grate, and it was more disposed to go out than to
burn up, and the reluctant smoke which hung in the room
seemed colder than the clearer air — like our own marsh
mist. Certain wintry branches of candles on the high
chimneypiece faintly lighted the chamber; or, it would be
more expressive to say, faintly troubled its darkness. It
was spacious, and I dare say had on ce_ been handsome, but
every discernible thing in it was covered with dust and
mould, and dropping to pieces. The most prominent ob-
ject was a long table with a tablecloth spread on it, as if a
feast had been in preparation when the house and the clocks
all stopped together. An epergiie or centre-piece of some
kind was in the middle of this cloth; it was so heavily
overhung with cobwebs that its forni^ was quite undistin-_
.gJHsEble ; and, as I looked along the yeltow expaiiafi.out
of which I remember its seeming to grow, like a black
fungus, I saw speckled-legged, spiders with blotchy bodies
running home to it, and running out from it, as if some
circumstance of the. greatest public importance had just
transpired in the spider community.
I heard the mice too, rattling behind the panels, as if
the same occurrence were important to their interests.
But, the blackbeetles took no notice of the agitation, and
groped about the hearth in a ponderous elderly way, as if
they were shortsighted and hard of hearing, and not on
terms with one another.
These crawling things had fascinated my attention, and
I was watching them from a distance, when Miss Havisham
laid a hand upon my shoulder. In her other hand she had
a crutch-headed stick on which she leaned, and she looked
like the Witch of the place.
"This," said she, pointing to the long table with her
stick, " is where I will be laid when I am dead. They shall
come and look at me here."
With some vague misgiving that she might get upon the
table then and there and die at once, the complete realisa-
tion of the ghastly waxwork at the Fair, I shrank under
her touch.
"What do you think that is?" she asked me, again
pointing with her stick; " that, where those cobwebs are? "
"I can't guess what it is, ma'am."
" It's a great cake. A bride-cake. Mine 1 "
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She looked all round the room in a glaring manner, and
then said, leaning on me while her hand twitched my
shoulder, " Come, come, come ! Walk me, walk me ! "
I made out from this, that the work I had to do, was to
walk Miss Havisham round and round the room. Accord-
ingly, I started at once, and she leaned upon my shoulder,
and we went away at a pace that might have been an imi-
tation (founded on my first impulse under that roof) of
Mr. Pumblechook's chaise-cart.
She was not physically strong, and after a little time
said, " Slower ! " Still, we went at an impatient fitful
speed, and as we went, she twitched the hand upon my
shoulder, and worked her mouth, and led me to believe
that we were going fast because" her thoughtswent fast.
After a while she said, " Call Estellat"" -so "fwent out on
the landing and roared that name as I had done on the
previous occasion. When her light appeared, I returned to
Miss Havisham, and we started away again round and
round the room.
If only Estella had come to be a spectator of our pro-
ceedings, I should have felt sufficiently jjjgcontented ; but,
as she brought with her the three ladies and the gentleman
whom I had seen below, I didn't know what to do. In my
politeness I would have stopped"^ Fut, Miss Havisham
twitched my shoulder, and we posted on — with a shame-
faced consciousness on my part that they would think it
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was all my doing.
" Dear Miss Havisham," said Miss Sarah Pocket. " How
well you look ! "
"I do not," returned Miss Havisham. "I am yellow
skin and bone."
Qami 1 ^brightened when Miss Pocket met with this re-
buff; and she murmured, as she plaintively contemplated
Miss Havisham, " Poor dear soul ! Certainly not to be ex-
pected to look well, poor thing. The idea ! "
" And how are you ? " said Miss Havisham to Camilla.
As we were close to Camilla then, I would have stopped as a
matter of course, only Miss Havisham wouldn't stop. We
swept on, and I felt that I was highly obnoxious to Camilla.
"Thank you, Miss Havisham," she returned, "I am as
well as can be expected."
" Why, what's the matter with you? " asked Miss Hav-
isham, with exceeding sharpness.
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" Nothing worth mentioning, " replied Camilla. " I don't
wish to make a display of my feelings, but I have habitually
thought of you more in the night than I am quite equal to."
"Then don't think of me," retorted Miss Havisham.
" Very easily said ! " remarked Camilla, amiably repress-
ing a sob, while a hitch came into her upper lip, and_her
4ea¥6-Q££rfl o wed . " Raymond is a witness what ginger and
sal volatile I am obliged to take in the night. Raymond
is a witness what nprvop<; jprVinp-a I have in my legs.
Chokings and nervous jerkings, however, are nothing new
to me when I think with anxiety of those I love. If I
could be less affectionate and sensitive, I should have a
better digestion and an jron set of nerves. I am sure I
wish it «>uld "Be so. But as to not thinking of you in the
night — the idear ! " Here, a burst of tears.
The Raymond referred to, I understood to be the gentle-
man present, and him I understood to be Mx^Gajnilla. He
came to the rescue at this point, and said in a consolatory
and complimentary voice, " Camilla, my dear, it is well
known that your family feelings are gradually undermining
you t6 the extent of making one of your legs snorter than
the other."
" I am not aware," observed the grave lady whose voice
I had heard but once, " that to think of any person is to
make a great claim upon that person, my dear." — >.
Miss Sarah_JBocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry
brown corrugated qldvroman, with a small face that might
have been made of "walnuFshells, and a large mouth like a /
cat's without the whiskers, supported this position by say- I
ing, " No, indeed, my dear. Hem ! "
"Thinking is easy enough," said the grave lady.
"What is easier, you know?" assented Miss Sarah
Pocket.
" Oh, yes, yes ! " cried Camilla, whose fermenting feel-
ings appeared to rise from her legs to herBSSOnTf " It's
all very true ! It's a weakness to be so affectionate, but I
can't help it. No doubt my health would be much better
if it was otherwise, still I wouldn't change my disposition
if I could. It's the cause of much suffering, but it's a
consolation to know I possess it, when I wake up in the
night." Here another burst of feeling.
Miss Havisham and I had never stopped all this time,
but kept going round and round the room : now, brushing
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against the skirts of the visitors: now, giving them the
whole length of the dismal chamber.
" There's Matthew ! " said Camilla. " Never mixing
with any natural ties, never coming here to see how Miss
Havisham is ! I have taken to the sofa with my stay-lace
cut, and have lain there hours, insensible, with my head
over the side, and my hair all down, and my feet I don't
know where "
("Much higher than your head, my love," said Mr.
Camilla. )
'( I have gone off into that state, hours and hours, on ac-
count of Matthew's strange and inexplicable conduct, and
nobody has thanked me."
" Really I must say I should think not ! " interposed the
grave lady.
"You see, my dear," added Miss Sarah Pocket (a
blandly vicious personage), " the question to put to your-
self is, who did you expect to thank you, my love? "
"Without expecting any thanks, or anything of the sort,"
resumed Camilla, " I have remained in that state hours and
hours, and Raymond is a witness of the extent to which I
have choked, and what the total inefficacy of ginger has
been, and I have been heard at the pianoforte-tuner's across
the street, where the poor mistaken children have even
supposed it to be pigeons cooing at a distance — and now to
be told " Here Camilla put her hand to her throat,
and began to be quite chemical as to the formation of new
combinations there.
When this same Matthew was mentioned, Miss Hav-
isham stopped me and herself, and stood looking at the
speaker. This change had a great influence in bringing
Camilla's chemistry to a sudden end.
"Matthew will come and see me at last," said Miss
Havisham, sternly j " when I am laid on that table. That
will be his place — there," striking the table with her stick,
" at my head ! And yours will be there ! And your hus-
band's there ! And SarahJPocket's There ! And Georgiana's
there! Now you all know^where to take your stations
when you come to feast upon me. And now go ! "
At the mention of each name, she had struck the table
with her stick in a new place. She now said, " Walk me,
walk me ! " and we went on again.
"I suppose there's nothing to be done," exclaimed Ca-
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milla, "but comply and depart. It's something to have
seen the object of one's love and duty, even for so short a
time. I shall think of it with a melancholy satisfaction
when I wake up in the night. I wish Matthew could have
that comfort, but he sets it at defiance. I am determined
not to make a display of my feelings, but it's very hard to
be told one wants to feast on one's relations — as if one was
a Giant — and to be told to go. The bare idea ! "
Mr. Camilla interposing, as Mrs. Camilla laid her hand
upon her heaving bosom, that lady assumed an unnatural
fortitude of manner which I supposed to be expressive of
an intention to drop and choke when out of view, and kiss-
ing her hand to Miss Havisham, was escorted forth. Sarah
Pocket and Georgiana contended who should remain last;
but, Sarah was too knowing to be outdone, and ambled
round Georgiana with that artful slipperiness, that the lat-
ter was obliged to take precedence. Sarah Pocket then
made her separate effect of departing with "Bless you,
Miss Havisham dear ! " and with a smile of forgiving pity
on her walnut-shell countenance for the weaknesses of the
rest.
While Estella was away lighting them down, Miss Hav-
isham still walked with her hand on my shoulder, but more
and more slowly. At last she stopped before the fire, and
said, after muttering and looking at it some seconds:
"This is my birthday, Pip."
I was going to wish her many happy returns, when she
lifted her stick.
"I don't suffer it to be spoken of. I don't suffer those
who were here just now, or any one, to speak of it. They
come here on the day, but they dare not refer to it."
Of course / made no further effort to refer to it.
" On this day of the year, long before you were born,
this heap of decay," stabbing with her crutched stick at
the pile of cobwebs on the table, but not touching it, " was
brought here. It and I have worn away together. The
mice have gnawed at it, and sharper teeth than teeth of
mice have gnawed at me."
She held the head of her stick against her heart as she
stood looking at the table; she in her once white dress, all
yellow and withered; the once white cloth all yellow and
withered; everything around, in a state to crumble under
a touch.
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"When the ruin is complete," said she, with a ghastly
look, "and when they lay me dead, in my bride's dress on
the bride's table — which shall be done, and which will be
the finished curse upon him — so much the better if it is
done on this day ! "
She stood looking at the table as if she stood looking at
her own figure lying there. I remained quiet. Estella re-
turned, and she too remained quiet. It seemed to me that
we continued thus a long time. In the heavy air of the
room, and the heavy darkness that brooded in its remoter
corners, I even had an alarming fancy that Estella and I
might presently begin to decay.
At length, not coming out of her distraught state by de-
grees, but in an instant, Miss Havisham said, " Let me see
you two play at cards; why have you not begun? " With
that, we returned to her room, and sat down as before; I
was beggared, as before; and again, as before, Miss Hav-
isham watched us all the time, directed my attention to
Estella' s beauty, and made me notice it the more by trying
her jewels on Estella' s breast and hair.
Estella, for her part, likewise treated me as before; ex-
cept that she did not condescend to speak. When we had
played some half-dozen games, a day was appointed for my
return, and I was taken down into the yard to be fed in the
former dog-like manner. There, too, I was again left to
wander about as I liked.
It ia not much to the purpose whether a gate in that gar-
den wall which I ITad scrambled up to peep over .on the last
occasion was, on that fasTTOeeasion, ojgen or shut. Enough
that I saw no~gHte then, and that I saw one now. As it
stood open, and as I knew that Estella had let the visitors
out — for, she had returned with the keys in her hand — I
gtrolled into the garden, and strolled all over it. It was
qui£e""'a wilderness, and there were old melon-frames and
cucumber-irames in it, which seemed in their decline to
have produced a spontaneous growth of weak attempts at
pieces of old hats land^boTJts, with now and then a weedy
offshoot into the likenesg of a battered saucepan.
When 1 had exhausted the garden and a greenhouse with
nothing in it buTaTfallen-down grape-vine and some bottles,
I found myself in the dismal corner upon which I had
looked out of window. Isevei1 questioning for a moment
that the house was now empty, I looked in at another win-
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dow, and found myself, to my great surprise, exchanging a
broad stare with a pale young gentleman with redjsjelids
and light hair.
This pale young gentleman quickly disappeared, and re-
appeared beside me. He had been at his books when I had
found myself staring at him, and I now saw that he was
inky.
"Halloa! " said he, "young fellow! "
Halloa being a general observation which I had usually
observed to be best answered by itself, / said "Halloa!"
politely omitting young fellow.
' Who let you in? " said he.
'Miss Estella."
' Who gave you leave to prowl about? "
'Miss Estella."
'Come and fight," said the pale young gentleman.
What could I do but follow him? I have often asked
myself the question since : but, what else could I do? His
manner was so nnal and I was SQ astonished, that I fol-
lowed where he leH, as if I had been under a spell.
"Stop a minute, though," he said, wheeling round be-
fore we had gone many paces. " I ought to give you a
reason for fighting, too. TEere it is! " In a most irritat-
ing manner he instantly slapped his hands against one an-
other, daintily flung one oThis legs up behind him, pulled
my hair, slapped his hands again, djjDped his head, and
butted it into my stomach. ^ 7~"*
The bull-like proceeding(last mentioned, besides that it
was unquestionably to be regarded in tBe light of a liberty,
was particularly disagreeable just after bread amTTneat.
I therefore hit out at him, and was going to hit out again,
when he sara, ^Anal Would you? " and began dancing
backwards and forwards in a manner quite unparalleled
within my limited experience.
" Laws of the game ! " said he. Here, he skipped from
his left leg on to his right. " Regular rules ! " Here, he
skipped from his right leg on to his left. " Come to the
ground, and go through the preliminaries!" Here, he
Dodged backwards and forwards, and did all sorts of things
while"" I looked helplessly at him.
I was secretly afraicTof him when I saw him so dexter-
ous; but, I felt morally and physically convinced that his
light head of hair could have jiad no business in the pit of
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my stomach, and that I had a right to consider it irrelevant
when so obtruded on my attention. Therefore, I followed
him without a word, to a retired nook of the garden, formed
by the j unction j)f two walls and screened by some rubbish.
On his asking me if I was satisfied with the ground, and
on my replying Yes, he begged my leave to absent himself
for a moment, anc[ quickly returned with a bottle of ^water
and a sponge dipped in vinegar. "Available for both," he
said, placing tn"§5e~ against the wall. And then fell to
pulling off, not only his jacket and waistcoat, but his shirt
too, in a manner at once light-hearted, business-like, and
bloodthirsty.
Although he did not look very healthy — having pimples
on his face, and a breaking out on his mouth — these dread-
ful preparations quite appalled me. I judged him to be
about my own age, but he was much taller, and he had a
way-crfTSpiilmng' himself about that was full~o'f appearance.
For the rest, he was a young gentleman in a grey' suit
(when not denuded for battle), with his elbows, knees,
wrists, and heels considerably in advance of the rest of him
as to development.
My heart failed me when I saw him squaring at me with
every demonstration of mechanical nicety, and eyeing my
anatomy as if he were minutely choosing his bone. I never
have been so surprised in my life, as I was when I let out
the first blow, and saw him lying on his back, looking up
at me with a_blpody nose and his face exceedingly fore-
shortened.
But, he was on his feet directly, and after sponging
himself with a great show of dexterity began squaring
again. The second greatest surprise I have ever had in
my life was seeing him on his back again, looking up at
me out of ajalack eye.
His spirit inspired me with great respect. He seemed
to have no strength, and he never once hit me hard, and
he was always knocked down; but, he would be up again
in a moment, sponging himself or drinking out of the
water-bottle, with the greatest satisfaction in seconding
himself according to form, and then came at me with an air
and a show that made me believe he really was going to do
for me at last. He got heavily bruised, for I am sorry to
record that the more I hit him, the harder I hit him; but,
he came up again and again and again, until at last he got
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a bad fall with the back of his head against the wall.
Even after that crisis in our affairs, he got up and turned
round and round confusedly a few times, not knowing
where I was; but finally went on his knees to his sponge
and threw it up: at the same time panting out, "That
means you have won."
He seemed so brave and innocent, that although I had
not proposed the contest, I felt but a gloomy satisfaction
in my victory. Indeed, I go so far as~ to hope that I re-
garded myself while dressing, as a speciespf savage young
wolf, or other wild beast. However/1 got dressed, darkly
wiping my sanguinary face at -intervals, and I said, " Can
I help you?" and he said, "No thankee," and I said,
"Good afternoon," and he said, " Same to you."
When I got into the courtyard, I found Estella waiting
with the keys. But, she neither asked me where I had
been, nor why I had kept her waiting; and there was a
bright flush upon her face, as though something had hap-
pened tcTdelight her. Instead of going straight to the gate,
too, she stepped back into the passage, and beckoned me.
"Come here! You may kiss me if you like."
I kissed her cheek as she turned it to me. I think I
would have gone through a great deal to kiss her cheek.
But, Tfelfr jjhat the kiss was given to the coarse common
boy Ssapiece of money might have been, and that it was
worth nothing
What with the birthday visitors, and what with the
cards, and what with the fight, my stay had lasted so long,
that when I neared home the light on the spit of sand off
the point on the marshes was gleaming against a black
night-sky, and Joe's furnace was flinging a path of fire
across the road.
CHAPTER XII.
MY mind grew very uneasy on the subject of the pale
young gentleman. The*~mo?e" I thought of the fight, and
recalled the pale young gentleman on his back in various
stages of puffy and incrimsoned countenance, the more cer-
tain it appeared that something would be done to me. I
felt that the pale young gentleman's blood was on my head,
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and that the Law would avenge it. Without having any
definite idea of the penalties I had incurred, it was clear to
me that village boys could not go stalking about the coun-
try, ravaging the houses of gentlefolks and pitching into
the studious youth of England, without laying themselves
openTo severe punishment. For some days, I even kept
close at home, and looked out at the kitchen door with the
greatest caution and trepidation before going on an errand,
lest the officers of the County Jail should pounce upon me.
The pale young gentleman's nose had stained my trousers,
and I tried to wash out that evidence of my guilt in the
dead of night. I had cut my knuckles against the pale
young gentleman's teeth, and I twisted my imagination
into a thousand tangles, as I devised incredible ways of
accounting for that damnatory circumstance when I should
be haled before the Judges.
When the day came round for my return to the scene of
the deed of violence, my terrors reached their height.
Whether myrmidons of Justice, specially sent down from
London, would be lying in ambush behind the gate?
Whether Miss Havisham, preferring to take personal
vengeance for an outrage done to her house, might rise in
those grave-clothes of hers, draw a pistol, and shoot me
dead? Whether suborned boys — a numerous band of mer-
cenaries— might be engaged to fall upon me in the brewery,
and cuff me until I was no more? It was high testimony
to my confidence in the spirit of the pale young gentleman,
that I never imagined him accessory to these retaliations;
they always came into my mind as the acts of injudicious
relatives of his, goaded on by the state of his visage and
an indignant sympathy with the family features.
However, go to Miss Havisham 's I must, and go I did.
And behold ! nothing came of the late struggle. It was
not alluded to in any way, and no pale young gentleman
was to be discovered on the premises. I found the same
gate open, and I explored the garden, and even looked in
at the windows of the detached house; but, my view was
suddenly stopped by the closed shutters within, and all
was lifeless. Only in the corner where the combat had
taken place, could I detect any evidence of the young gen-
tleman's existence. There were traces of his gore in that
spot, and I covered them with garden-mould from the eye
of man.
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On the broad landing between Miss Havisham's own
room and that other room in which the long table was laid
out, I saw a garden-chair — a light chair on wheels, that
you pushed from behind. It had been placed there since
my last visit, and I entered, that same day, on a regular
occupation of pushing Miss Havisham in this chair (when
she was tired of walking with her hand upon my shoulder)
round her own room, and across the landing, and round the
other room. Over and over and over again, we would make
these journeys, and sometimes they would last as long as
three hours at a stretch. I insensibly fall into a general
mention of these journeys as numerous, because it was at
once settled that I should return every alternate day at
noon for these purposes, and because I am now going to
sum up a period of at least eight or ten months.
As we began to be more used to one another, Miss Hav-
isham talked more to me, and asked me such questions as
what had I learnt and what was I going to be? I told her
I was going to be apprenticed to Joe, I believed; and I en-
larged upon my knowing nothing and wanting to know
everything, in the hope that she might offer some help tow-
ards that desirable end. But, she did not; on the contrary,
she seemed to prefer my being ignorant. Neither did she
ever give me any money or anything but my daily dinner—-
nor even stipulate that" I shduldl)6~-paTo!:"t6r my services.
Estella was always about, and always let me in and out,
but never told me I mightkiss her again. Sometimes, she
, she would condescend
to me; sometimes, she would be quite familiar with me;
sometimes, she would tell me energetically that she hated
me. Miss Havisham would often ask me in a whisper, or
when we were alone, " Does she grow prettier and prettier,
Pip? " And when I said Yes (for indeed she did), would
seem to enjoy it greedily. Also, when we played at cards
Miss Havisham would look on, with a miserly relish of
Estella' s moods, whatever they were. And sometimes,
when her moods were so many and so contradictory of one
another that I was puzzled what to say or do, Miss Hav-
isham would embrace her with lavish fondness, murmuring
something in her ear that sounded like " Break their hearts,
my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy ! '
There was a song Joe used to hum fragments of at the
forge, of which the burden was Old Clem. This was not
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a very ceremonious way of rendering homage to a patron
saint; but I believe Old Clem stood in that relation toward
smiths. It was a song that imitated the measure of beat-
ing upon iron, and was a mere lyrical excuse for the intro-
duction of Old Clem's respected name. Thus, you were to
hammer boys round — Old Clem! With a thump and a
sound — Old Clem! Beat it out, beat it out — Old Clem!
With a clink for the stout— Old Clem! Blow the fire,
blow the fire — Old Clem ! Roaring dryer, soaring higher —
Old Clem ! One day soon after the appearance of the chair,
Miss Havisham suddenly saying to me, with the impatient
movement of her fingers, " There, there, there ! Sing ! "
I was surprised into crooning this ditty as I pushed her
over the floor. It happened so to catch her fancy that she
took it up in a low brooding voice as if she were singing in
her sleep. After that, it became customary with us to
have it as we moved about, and Estella would often join
in; though the whole strain was so subdued, even when
there were three of us, that it made less noise in the grim
old house than the lightest breath of wind.
What could I become with these surroundings? How
could my character fail to be influenced by them? Is it to
be wondered at if my thoughts were dazed, as my eyes
were, when I came out into the natural light from the misty
yellow rooms?
Perhaps I might have told Joe about the pale young gen-
tleman, if I had not previously been betrayed into those
enormous inventions to which I had confessed. Under the
circumstances, I felt that Joe could hardly fail to discern
in the pale young gentleman, an appropriate passenger to
be put into the black velvet coach ; therefore, I said nothing
of him. Besides : that shrinking from having Miss Hav-
isham and Estella discussed, which had come upon me in
the beginning, grew much more potent as time went on. I
reposed complete confidence in no one but Biddy : but, I
told poor Biddy everything. Why it came natural for me
to do so, and why Biddy had a deep concern in everything I
told her, I did not know then, though I think I know now.
Meanwhile, councils went on in the kitchen at home,
fraught with almost insupportable aggravation to my exas-
perated spirit. That ass, Pumblechook, used often to come
over of a night for the purpose of discussing my prospects
with my sister; and I really do believe (to this hour with
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less penitence than I ought to feel), that if these hands
could have taken a linchpin out of his chaise-cart, they
would have done it. The miserable man was a man of that
confined stolidity of mind, that he could not discuss my
prospects without having me before him — as it were, to
operate upon — and he would drag me up from my stool
(usually by the collar) where I was quiet in a corner, and,
putting me before the fire as if I were going to be cooked,
would begin by saying, "Now, Mum, here is this boy!
Here is this boy which\you brought up by hand. Hold up
your head, boy, and be for ever grateful unto them which
so did do. Now, Mum, with respections to this boy ! "
And then he would rumple my hair the wrong way — which
from my earliest remembrance, as already hinted, I have
in my soul denied the right of any fellow-creature to do —
and would hold me before him by the sleeve : a spectacle
of imbecility only to be equalled by himself.
Then, he and my sister would pair off in such nonsen-
sical speculations about Miss Havisham, and about what
she would do with me and for me, that I used to want —
quite painfully — to burst into spiteful tears, fly at Pumble-
chook, and pummel him all over. In these dialogues, my
sister spoke to me as if she were morally wrenching one of
my teeth out at every reference; while Pumblechook him-
self, self-constituted my patron, would sit supervising me
with a depreciatory eye, like the architect of my fortunes
who thought himself engaged in a very unremunerative
job
In these discussions, Joe bore no part. But he was often
talked at, while they were in progress, by reason of Mrs.
Joe's perceiving that he was not favourable to my being
taken from the forge. I was fully old enough now, to be
apprenticed to Joe; and when Joe sat with the poker on
his knees thoughtfully raking out the ashes between the
lower bars, my sister would so distinctly construe that in-
nocent action into opposition on his part, that she would
dive at him, take the poker out of his hands, shake him,
and put it away. There was a most irritating end to every
one of these debates. All in a moment, with nothing to
lead up to it, my sister would stop herself in a yawn, and
catching sight of me as it were incidentally, would swoop
upon me with "Come! there's enough of you! You get
along to bed; you've given trouble enough for one night, I
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hope ! " As if I had besought them as a favour to bother
my life out.
We went on in this way for a long time, and it seemed
likely that we should continue to go on in this way for a
long time, when, one day, Miss Havisham stopped short as
she and I were walking, she leaning on my shoulder; and
said with some displeasure :
" You are growing tall, Pip ! "
I thought it best to hint, through the medium of a medi-
tative look, that this might be occasioned by circumstances
over which [ had no control.
She said no more at the time; but, she presently stopped
and looked at me again; and presently again; and after
that, looked frowning and moody. On the next day of my
attendance, when our usual exercise was over, and I had
landed her at her dressing-table, she stayed me with a
movement of her impatient fingers :
"Tell me the name again of that blacksmith of yours."
"Joe Gargery, ma'am."
" Meaning the master you were to be apprenticed to? "
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
" You had better be apprenticed at once. Would Gar-
gery come here with you, and bring your indentures, do
you think? "
I signified that I had no doubt he would take it as an
honour to be asked.
"Then let him come."
" At any particular time, Miss Havisham? "
" There, there ! I know nothing about times. Let him
come soon, and come alone with you."
When I got home at night, and delivered this message
for Joe, my sister "went on the Rampage," in a more
alarming degree than at any previous period. She asked
me and Joe whether we supposed she was door-mats under
our feet, and how we dared to use her so, and what com-
pany we graciously thought she was fit for? When she
had exhausted a torrent of such inquiries, she threw a can-
dlestick at Joe, burst into a loud sobbing, got out the dust-
pan— which was always a very bad sign — put on her coarse
apron, and began cleaning up to a terrible extent. Not
satisfied with a dry cleaning, she took to a pail and scrub-
bing-brush, and cleaned us out of house and home, so that
we stood shivering in the backyard. It was ten o'clock at
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night before we ventured to creep in again, and then she
asked Joe why he had not married a Negress Slave at
once? Joe offered no answer, poor fellow, but stood feel-
ing his whiskers and looking dejectedly at me, as if he
thought it really might have been a better speculation.
CHAPTER XIII.
IT was a trial to my feelings, on the next day but one,
to see Joe arrayjjig himself in his Sunday clothes to accom-
pany me to Mi&3 Havisham's. However, as he thought his
court-suit necessary to the occasion, it was not for me to
tell him that he looked far better in his working dress; the
rather, because l Knew He made himself so dreadfully un-
comfortable, entirely on my account, and that it was for
me he pulled up his shirt-collar so very high behind, that
it made the hair on the crown of ni3 head stand up like a
.tuft of feathers.
At breakfast-time, my sister declared her intention of
going to town with us, and being left at Uncle Pumble-
chook's, and called for "when we had done with our fine
ladies " — a way of puttir*" fV>0 n^^^rrun which Joe ap-
peared inclined to augur the worst. The forge was shut up
for the day, and Joe inscribed in chalk upon the door (as
it was his custom to do on the very rare occasions when he
was not at work) the monosyllable HOUT, accompanied by
a sketch of an arrow supposed to be flying in"Lhy direction
he had taken.
We walked to town, my sister leading the way in a very
large beaver bonnet, and carrying a basket like the Great
Seal of England in plaited straw, a pair of pattens, a spare
shawl, and an umbrella, though it was a fine bright day.
I am not quite clear whether these articles were carried
penitentially or ostentatiously; but, I rather think they
were displayed as articles of property — much as Cleopatra
or any other sovereign lady on the Rampage might exhibit
her wealth in a pageant or procession.
When we came to Pumblechook's, my sister bounced in
and left us. As it was almost noon, Joe and I held
straight on to Miss Havisham's house. Estella opened the
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gate as usual, and, the moment she appeared, Joe took his
hat off and stood weighing it by the brim in both his hands :
as if he had some urgent reason in his mind for being par-
ticular to half a quarter of an ouncel
Estella took no notice of either of us, but led ustheway
that I knew so well. I followed next to her, and"Joe came
Jagt, When I looked back at Joe in the long__pj,ssage, he
was still weighing his hat with the greatest care, and was
coming after us in long strides on theTaps 01 ius" toes.
Estella told me we were""Eoth to go in, so I took Joe by
the coat-cuff and conducted him into Miss Havisham' s
presence. She was seated at her dressing-table, and looked
round at us immediately.
" Oh ! " said she to Joe. " You are the husband of the
sister of this boy? "
I could hardly have imagined dear old Joe looking so
unlike himself or so like some extraordinary bird; stand-
ing, as he did, speechless, with his tuft of feathers ruffled,
and his mouth open as if he wanted a worm.
"You are the husband," repeated Miss Havisham, "of
the sister of this boy? "
It was very aggravating; but, throughout the interview,
Joe persisted in addressing Me instead of Miss Havisham.
"Which I meantersay, Pip," Joe now observed, in a
manner that was at once expressivg of forcible argumenta-
tion, strict confidence, and great politeness, " as 1 hup and
married your sister, and I were at^ frha t.ijnp. what you
might call (if you was any ways inclined) a single man."
"Well!" said Miss Havisham. "And you have reared
the boy, with the intention of taking him for your appren-
tice; is that so, Mr. Gargery?"
"You know, Pip," replied Joe, "as you and me were
ever friends, and it were looked forward to betwixt us, as
being calc'latedT to lead to larks. KdTTbut what, Pip, if
you had ever made objections to thf, .business — such as its
being open to black and sut, or^mch-likj^ — not but what
tKey~"Wwild have been attended to^Htonfyon see? "
"Has the boy," saioMlHs^Havisham, "ever made any
objection? Does he like the trade? "
"Which it is well beknown_to yourself, Pip," returned
Joe, strengthenihg-4»s^former mixture of argumentation,
confidence, and politeness, " that it were the wish of your
own hart." (I saw the idea suddenly break upjon him that
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he would adapt his epitaph to the occasion, before he went
on to say) 7rAnd there weren't im objection on your part,
and Pip it were the great wish of your hart! "
It was quite in vamTor me to endeavour to make him
sensible that he ought to speak to Miss Havisham. The
more I made faces and gestures to him to do it, the more
confidential, argumentative, and polite, he persisted in be-
ing to Me. ^v
"Have you brought his indentures with you?" asked
Miss Havisham.
"Well, Pip, you know," replied Joe, as if that were a
little unreasonable, "you yourself see me put 'em in my
'at, and therefore you know as they are here." With
which he took them out, mid gave them, not to Miss Hav-
isham, but to me. I am afraid I was ashamed of the dear
good fellow — I know I jEaajishamed of him — when I saw
that Estella stood at the bacKof~MTss Havisham's chair,
and that her eyes laughed mischievously. I took the in-
dentures out of his hand and gave them to Miss Havisham.
"You expected," said Miss Havisham, as she looked
them over, "no premium with the boy?"
" Joe ! " I remonstrated ; for he made no reply at all.
"Why don't you answer "
"Pip," returned Joe, cutting me short as if he were
hurt, " which I ineantersay that were not a question requir-
ing a answer betwixt yourself and me, and which you know
the answer to be full well No You know it to be No, Pip,
and wherefore should I say it? "
Miss Havisham glanced at him as if she understood what
he really was, better than I had thought possible, seeing
what he was there; and took up a little bag from the table
beside her
"Pip has earned a premium here," she said, "and here
it is. There are five-and-twenty guineas in this bag. Give
it to your master, Pip ! "
As if he were absolutely out of his mind with the won-
der awakened in him by her strange figure and the strange
room, Joe, even at this pass, persisted in addressing me.
"This is very liberal on your part, Pip," said Joe, "and
it is as such received and grateful welcome, though never
looked for, far nor near nor nowheres. And now, old chap,"
said Joe, conveying to me a sensation, first of burning and
tnen of freezing, for I felt as if that familiar expression
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were applied to Miss Havisham; "and now, old chap, may
we do our duty ! May you and me do our duty, both on us
by one and another, and by them which your liberal present
— have — conweyed — to be — for the satisfaction of mind —
of — them as never — " here Joe showed that he felt he had
fallen into frightful difficulties, until he triumphantly res-
cued himself with the words, "and from myself far be
it ! " These words had such a round and convincing sound
for him that he said them twice.
" Good bye, Pip ! " said Miss Havisham. " Let them out,
Estella."
" Am I to come again, Miss Havisham? " I asked.
"No. Gargery is your master now. Gargery! One
word ! "
Thus calling him back as I went out of the door, I heard
her say to Joe, in a distinct emphatic voice, " The boy has
been a good boy here, and that is his reward. Of course,
as an honest man, you will expect no other and no more."
How Joe got out of the room, I have never been able to
determine; but, I know that when he did get out he was
steadily proceeding upstairs instead of coming down, and
was deaf to all remonstrances until I went after him and
laid hold of him. In another minute we were outside the
gate, and it was locked, and Estella was gone. When we
stood in the daylight alone again, Joe backed up against a
wall, and said to me, " Astonishing ! " And there he re-
mained so long, saying "Astonishing" at intervals, so
often, that I began to think his senses were never coming
back. At length, he prolonged his remark into " Pip, I do
assure you this is as-TON-ishing ! " and so, by degrees, be-
came conversational and able to walk away.
I have reason to think that Joe's intellects were bright-
ened by the encounter they had passed through, and that
on our way to Pumblechook's, he invented a subtle and
deep design. My reason is to be found in what took place
in Mr. Pumblechook's parlour: where, on our presenting
ourselves, my sister sat in conference with that detested
seedsman.
" Well ! " cried my sister, addressing us both at once.
" And what' s happened to you ? I wonder you condescended
to come back to such poor society as this, I am sune I
do!"
"Miss Havisham," said Joe, with a fixed look at me,
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like an effort of remembrance, " made it wery partick'ler
that we should give her — were it compliments or respects,
Pip?"
"Compliments," I said.
"Which that were my own belief," answered Joe — "her
compliments to Mrs. J. Gargery "
"Much good they'll do me!" observed my sister: but
rather gratified too.
"And wishing," pursued Joe, with another fixed look at
me, like another effort of remembrance, " that the state of
Miss Havisham's elth were sitch as would have — allowed,
were it, Pip? "
"Of her having the pleasure," I added.
"Of ladies' company," said Joe. And drew a long
breath.
" Well ! " cried my sister, with a mollified glance at Mr.
Pumblechook. "She might have had the politeness to
send that message at first, but it's better late than never.
And what did she give young Rantipole here? "
"She giv' him," said Joe, "nothing."
Mrs. Joe was going to break out, but Joe went on.
"What she giv'," said Joe, "she giv' to his friends.
' And by his friends, ' were her explanation, ' I mean into
the hands of his sister, Mrs. J. Gargery.' Them were her
words; 'Mrs. J. Gargery.' She mayn't have kuow'd,"
added Joe, with an appearance of reflection, " whether it
were Joe or Jorge."
My sister looked at Pumblechook: who smoothed the
elbows of his wooden arm-chair, and nodded at her and at
the fire as if he had known all about it beforehand.
" And how much have you got? " asked my sister, laugh-
ing. Positively, laughing!
" What would present company say to ten pound? " de-
manded Joe.
"They'd say," returned my sister curtly, "pretty well.
Not too much, but pretty well."
"It's more than that, then," said Joe.
That fearful impostor, Pumblechook, immediately nod-
ded, and said, as he rubbed the arms of his chair : " It's
more than that, Mum."
" Why, you don't mean to say " began my sister.
"Yes I do, Mum," said Pumblechook; "but wait a bit.
Go on, Joseph. Good in you ! Go on ! "
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"What would present company say," proceeded Joe, "to
twenty pound? "
" Handsome would be the word, " returned my sister.
"Well then," said Joe, "it's more than twenty pound."
That abject hypocrite, Pumblechook, nodded again, and
said with a patronising laugh, " It's more than that, Mum.
Good again ! Follow her up, Joseph ! "
"Then to make an end of it," said Joe, delightedly
handing the bag to my sister. "It is five-and-twenty
pound. "
"It's five-and-twenty pound, Mum," echoed that basest
of swindlers, Pumblechook, rising to shake hands with her;
"and it's no more than your merits (as I said when my
opinion was asked), and I wish you joy of the money ! "
If the villain had stopped here, his case would have been
sufficiently awful, but he Blackened his guilt by proceeding
to take me into custody, witn~a right of patronage that left
all his former criminality far behind.
"Now you see, Joseph and wife," said Mr. Pumble-
chook, as he took me by the arm above the elbow, " I am
one of them that always go right through with what they've
begun. This boy must be bound out of hand. That's my
way. Bound out of hand."
"Goodness knows, Uncle Pumblechook," said my sister
(grasping the money), "we're deeply beholden to you."
"Never mind me, Mum," returned that diabolical corn-
chandler. "A pleasure's a pleasure all the world over.
But this boy, you know; we must have him bound. I said
I'd see to it — to tell you the truth."
The Justices were sitting in the Town Hall near at
hand, and we at once went over to have me bound appren-
tice to Joe in the Magisterial presence. I say, we went
over, but I was pushed over by Pumblechook, exactly as if
I had that moment picked a pocket or fired a rick; indeed,
it was the general impression in Court that I had been
taken red-handed; for, as Pumblechook shoved me before
him through the crowd, I heard some people say, " What's
he done? " and others, " He's a young 'un, too, but looks
bad, don't he? " One person of mild and benevolent
aspect even gave me a tract ornamented with a woodcut of
a malevolent young man fitted up with a perfect sausage-
shop of fetters, and entitled, To BE READ IK MY CELL.
The Hall was a queer place, I thought, with higher pews
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in it than a church — and with people hanging over the pews
looking on — and with mighty Justices (one with a pow-
dered head) leaning back in chairs, with folded arms, or
taking snuff, or going to sleep, or writing, or reading the
newspapers — and with some shining black portraits on the
walls, which my unartistic eye regarded as a composition
of hardbake and sticking-plaister. Here, in a comer, my
indentures were duly signed and attested, and I was
"bound;" Mr. Pumblechook holding me all the while as if
we had looked in on our way to the scaffold to have those
little preliminaries disposed of.
When we had come out again, and had got rid of the
boys who had been put into great spirits by the expectation
of seeing me publicly tortured, and who were much disap-
pointed to find that my friends were merely rallying round
me, we went back to Pumblechook' s. A.n& there my sister
became so excited by the twenty-five guineas, that nothing
would serve her but we must have a dinner out of that
windfall, at the Blue Boar, and that Mr. Pumblechook
must go over in his chaise-cart, and bring the Hubbies and
Mr. Wopsle.
It was agreed to be done; and a most melancholy day I
passed. For, it inscrutably appeared to stand to reason, in
the minds of the' whole company, that I was an excrescence
on the entertainment. And to make it worse, they all
asked me from time to time — in short, whenever they had
nothing else to do — why I didn't enjoy myself? And what
could I possibly do then, but say that I was enjoying my-
self— when I wasn't!
However, they were grown up and had their own way,
and made the most of it. That swindling Pumblechook,
exalted into the beneficenijiontriver of the whole occasion,
actually took the tojTof the table ; and, when he addressed
them on the subject of my being bound, and had fiendishly
congratulated them on my being liable to imprisonment if
I played at cards, drank strong liquors, kept late hours or
bad company, or indulged in other vagaries which the form
of my indentures appeared to contemplate as next to in-
evitable, he placed me standing on a chair beside him to
illustrate his remarks.
My only other remembrances of the great festival are,
That they wouldn't let me go to sleep, but whenever they
saw me dropping off, woke me up and told me to enjoy
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myself. That, rather late in the evening Mr. Wopsle gave
us Collins' s ode, and threw his blood-stain'd sword in
thunder down, with such effect that a waiter came in and
said, " The Commercials underneath sent up their compli-
ments, and it wasn't the Tumblers' Arms." That, they
were all in excellent spirits on the road home, and sang O
Lady Fair ! Mr. Wopsle taking the bass, and asserting with
a tremendously strong voice (in reply to the inquisitive
bore who leads that piece of music in a most impertinent
manner, by wanting to know all about everybody's private
affairs) that he was the man with his white locks flowing,
and that he was upon the whole the weakest pilgrim going.
Finally, I remember that when I got into my little bed-
room, I was truly wretched, and had a strong conviction
on me that I should never like Joe's trade. I had liked it
once, but once was not now.
CHAPTER XIV.
IT is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
There may be black ingratitude in the thing, and the pun-
ishment may be retributive and well deserved; but, that it
is a miserable thing, I can testify.
Home had never been a very pleasant place to me, be-
cause of my sister's temper. But, Joe had sanctified it,
and I believed in it. I had believed in the best parlour as
a most elegant saloon ; I had believed in the front door,
as a mysterious portal of the Temple of State whose solemn
opening- was attended with a sacrifice of roast fowls; I had
believed in the kitchen as a chaste though not magnificent
apartment; I had believed in the forge as the glowing road
to manhood and independence. Within a single year all
this was changed. Now, it was all coarse and common,
and I would not have had Miss Havisham and Estella see
it on any account.
How much of my ungracious condition of mind may
have been my own fault, how much Miss Havisham's, how
much my sister's, is now of no moment to me or to any
one. The change was made in me; the thing was done.
Well or ill done, excusably or inexcusably, it was dona
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Once, it had seemed to me that when I should at last
roll up my shirt-sleeves and go into the forge, Joe's 'pren-
tice, I should be distinguished and happy. Now the reality
was in my hold, I only felt that I was dusty with the dust
of the small coal, and that I had a weight upon my daily
remembrance to which the anvil was a feather. There
have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most
lives) when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had
fallen on all its interest and romance, to shut me out from
anything save dull endurance any more. Never has that
curtain dropped so heavy and blank, as when my way in
life lay stretched out straight beToreme through the newly-
entered road of apprenticeship to Joe.
I remember that at a later period of my "time," I used
to stand about the churchyard on Sunday evenings, when
night was falling, comparing my own perspective with the
windy marsh view, and making out some likeness between
them by thinking how flat and low both were, and how on
both there came an unknown way and a dark mist and then
the sea. I was quite as dejected on the first working-day
of my apprenticeship as in that after- time; but I am glad
to know that I never breathed a murmur to Joe while my
indentures lasted. It is about the only thing I am glad to
know of myself in that connection.
For, though it includes what I proceed to add, all the
merit of what I proceed to add was Joe's. It was not be-
cause I was faithful, but because Joe was faithful, that I
never ran away and w.ent for a soldier or a sailor. It was
not because I had a strong sense of the virtue of industry,
but because Joe had a strong sense of 'the virtue of indus-
try, that I worked with tolerable zeal against the grain.
It is not possible to know how far the influence of any
amiable honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out into the
world; but it is very possible to know how it has touched
one's self in going by, and I know right well that any good
that intermixed itself with my apprenticeship came of plain
contented Joe, and not of restless aspiring discontented
me.
What I wanted, who can say? How can / say, when I
never knew? What I dreaded was, that in some unlucky
hour I, being at my grimiest and commonest, should lift up
my eyes and see Estella looking in at one of the wooden
windows of the forge. I was haunted by the fear that
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she would, sooner or later, find me out, with a black face
and hands, doing the coarsest part of my work, and would
exult over me and despise me. Often after dark, when I
was pulling the bellows for Joe, and we were singing Old
Clem, and when the thought how we used to sing it at Miss
Havisham's would seein to show me Estella's face in the
fire, with her pretty hair fluttering in the wind and her
eyes scorning me, — often at such a time I would look tow-
ards those panels of black night in the wall which the
wooden windows then Avere, and would fancy that I saw
her just drawing her face away, and would believe that she
had come at last.
After that, when we went in to supper, the place and
the meal would have a more homely look than ever, and I
would feel more ashamed of home than ever, in my own un-
gracious breast.
CHAPTER XV.
As I was getting too big for Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt's
room, my education under that preposterous female termi-
nated. Not, however, until Biddy had imparted to me
everything she knew, from the little catalogue of prices, to
a comic song she had once bought for a halfpenny. Although
the only coherent part of the latter piece of literature were
the opening lines,
When I went to Lunnon town sirs,
Too rul loo nil
Too rul loo rul
Wasn't I done very brown sirs?
Too rul loo rul
Too rul loo rul
— still, in my desire to be wiser, I got this composition by
heart with the utmost gravity; nor do I recollect that I
questioned its merit, except that I thought (as I still do)
the amount of Too rul somewhat in excess of the poetry.
In my hunger for information, I made proposals to Mr.
Wopsle to bestow some intellectual crumbs upon me; with
which he kindly complied. As it turned out, however, that
he only wanted me for a dramatic lay-figure, to be contra-
dicted and embraced and wept over and bullied and
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clutched and stabbed and knocked about in a variety of
ways, I soon declined that course of instruction; though
not until Mr. Wopsle in his poetic fury had severely mauled
me.
Whatever I acquired, I tried to impart to Joe. This
statement sounds so well, that I cannot in my conscience let
it pass unexplained. I wanted to make Joe less ignorant
and common, that he might be worthier of my society and
less open to EsteKa's reproach.
The old Battery out on the marshes was our place of
study, and a broken slate and a short piece of slate pencil
were our educational implements: to which Joe always
added a pipe of tobacco. I never knew Joe to remember
anything from one Sunday to another, or to acquire, under
my tuition, any piece of information whatever. Yet he
would smoke his pipe at the Battery with a far more saga-
cious air than anywhere else — even with a learned air — as
if he considered himself to be advancing immensely. Dear
fellow, I hope he did.
It was pleasant and quiet, out there with the sails on the
river passing beyond the earthwork, and sometimes, when
the tide was low, looking as if they belonged to sunken
ships that were still sailing on at the bottom of the water.
Whenever I watched the vessels standing out to sea with
their white sails spread, I somehow thought of Miss Hav-
isham and Estella; and whenever the light struck aslant,
afar off, upon a cloud or sail or green hill-side or water-
line, it was just the same. — Miss Havisham and Estella
and the strange house and the strange life appeared to have
something to do with everything that was picturesque.
One Sunday when Joe, greatly enjoying his pipe, had so
plumed himself on being "most awful dull," that I had
given him up for the day, I lay on the earthwork for some
time with my chin on my hand, descrying traces of Miss
Havisham and Estella all over the prospect, in the sky and
in the water, until at last I resolved to mention a thought
concerning them that had been much in my head.
"Joe," said I; "don't you think I ought to pay Miss
Havisham a visit? "
"Well, Pip," returned Joe, slowly considering. "What
for? "
" What for, Joe? What is any visit made for? "
"There is some wisits p'r'aps," said Joe, "as for ever
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remains open to the question, Pip. But in regard of wisit-
ing Miss Havisham. She might think you wanted some-
thing— expected something of her."
"Don't you think I might say that I did not, Joe? "
"You might, old chap," said Joe. "And she might
credit it. Similarly, she mightn't."
Joe felt, as I did, that he had made a point there, and
he pulled hard at his pipe to keep himself from weakening
it by repetition.
"You see, Pip," Joe pursued, as soon as he was past
that danger, " Miss Havisham done the handsome thing by
you. When Miss Havisham done the handsome thing by
you, she called me back to say to me as that were all,"
" Yes, Joe. I heard her."
"ALL," Joe repeated, very emphatically.
"Yes, Joe. I tell you, I heard her."
" Which I meantersay, Pip, it might be that her mean-
ing were — Make a end on it ! — As you was ! — Me to the
North, and you to the South ! — Keep in sunders ! "
I had thought of that too, and it was very far from com-
forting to me to find that he had thought of itj for it
seemed to render it more probable.
"But, Joe."
"Yes, old chap."
" Here am I, getting on in the first year of my time,
and, since the day of my being bound I have never thanked
Miss Havisham, or asked after her, or shown that I re-
member her."
"That's true, Pip; and unless you was to turn her out a
set of shoes all four round — and which I meantersay as
even a set of shoes all four round might not act acceptable
as a present in a total wacancy of hoofs "
"I don't mean that sort of remembrance, Joe; I don't
mean a present."
But Joe had got the idea of a present in his head and
must harp upon it. "Or even," said he, "if you was
helped to knocking her up a new chain for the front door
— or say a gross or two of shark-headed screws for general
use — or some light fancy article, such as a toasting-fork
when she took her muffins — or a gridiron when she took a
sprat or such like "
"I don't mean any present at all, Joe," I interposed.
" Well," said Joe, still harping on it as though I had
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particularly pressed it, "if I was yourself, Pip, I wouldn't.
No, I would not. For what's a door-chain when she's got
one always up? And shark-headers is open to misrepre-
sentations. And if it was a toasting-fork, you'd go into
brass and do yourself no credit. And the oncommonest
workman can't show himself oncommon in a gridiron for
a gridiron is a gridiron," said Joe, steadfastly impressing
it upon me, as if he were endeavouring to rouse me from a
fixed delusion, " and you may haim at what you like, but a
gridiron it will come out, either by your leave or again your
leave, and you can't help yourself "
" My dear Joe," I cried in desperation, taking hold of his
coat, " don't go on in that way. I never thought of mak-
ing Miss Havisham any present."
"No, Pip," Joe assented, as if he had been contending
for that all along; " and what I say to you is, you are right,
Pip."
"Yes, Joe; but what I wanted to say, was, that as we
are rather slack just now, if you would give me a half-holi-
day to-morrow, I think I would go up-town and make a
call on Miss Est — Havisham."
"Which her name," said Joe, gravely, "ain't Estavis-
ham, Pip, unless she have been rechris'eued."
" I know, Joe, I know. It was a slip of mine. What
do you think of it, Joe? "
In brief, Joe thought that if I thought well of it, he
thought well of it. But, he was particular in stipulating
that if I were not received with cordiality, or if I were not
encouraged to repeat my visit as a visit which had no ul-
terior object, but was simply one of gratitude for a favour
received, then this experimental trip should have no suc-
cessor. By these conditions I promised to abide.
Now, Joe kept a journeyman at weekly wages whose
name was Qrlick. He pretended that his Christian name
was Dolge— -a. clear impossibility — but he was a fellow of
that obstinate disposition that I believe him to havebeen
the prey of no delusion in this particular, but wilfully 1»
have imposed that name upon the village as an affront to
its understanding. He was a broad-shouldered loose-limbed
swarthy fellow of great strength, never in a hurry, and al-
ways slouching. He never even seemed to come to his
work on purpose, but would slouch in as if by mere acci-
dent; and when he went to the Jolly Bargemen to eat his
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dinner, or went away at night, he would slouch out, like
Cain or the Wandering Jew, as if he had no idea where he
was going, and no intention of ever coming back. He
lodged at a sluice-keeper's out on the marshes, and on
working-days would come slouching from his hermitage,
with his hands in his pockets and his dinner loosely tied
in a bundle round his neck and dangling on his back. On
Sundays he mostly lay all day on sluice-gates, or stood
against ricks and barns. He always slouched, locomotively,
with his eyes on the ground; and, when accosted or other-
wise required to raise them, he looked up in a half resent-
ful, half puzzled way, as though the only thought he ever
had, was, that it was rather an odd and injurious fact that
he should never be thinking.
This morose journeyman had no liking for me. When
I was very small and timid, he gave me to understand that
the Devil lived in a black corner of the forge, and that he
knew the fiend very well : also that it was necessary to
make up the fire, once in seven years, with a live boj', and
that I might c&nsider myself fuel. - When I became Joe's
'prentice, Qrlick_was perhaps confirmeTPm^om^-ettsptciffn
ttrartrTshould displace' him]~Kow1belt, heTikeci me stiTTtess.
iSot that he ever saTd anything, or did anything, openly
importing hostility; I only noticed that he always beat his
sparks in my direction, and that whenever I sang Old Clem,
he came in out of time.
Dolge Orlick was at work and present, next day, when
I reminded Joe of my half-holiday. He said nothing at
the moment, for he and Joe had just got a piece of hot iron
between them, and I was at the bellows; but by-and-bye
he said, leaning on his hammer :
"Now, master! Sure you're not going to favour only
one of us. If Young Pip has a half-holiday, do as much
for Old Orlick." I suppose he was about five-and-twenty,
but he usually spoke of himself as an ancient person?""
" Why, what'll you do with a half-holiday, if you get
it? " said Joe.
" What'll I do with it? What'll he do with it? I'll do
as much with it as him," said Orlick.
"As to Pip, he's going up-town," said Joe.
"Well then, as to Old Orlick, he's a going up-town,"
retorted that worthy. " Two can go up-town. Tain' t only
one wot can go up-town."
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"Don't lose your temper," said Joe.
" Shall if I like," growled Orlick. " Some and their up-
towning! Now, master! Come. No favouring in this
shop. Be a man ! "
The master refusing to entertain the subject until the
journeyman was in a better temper, Orlick plunged at the
furnace, drew out a red-hot bar, made at me with it as if
he were going to run it through my body, whisked it round
my head, laid it on the anvil, hammered it out — as if it
were I, I thought, and the sparks were my spirting blood
— and finally said, when he had hammered himself hot and
the iron cold, and he again leaned on his hammer:
" Now, master ! "
" Are you all right now? " demanded Joe.
" Ah ! I am all right," said gruff Old Orlick.
" Then, as in general you stick to your work as well as
most men," said Joe, "let it be a half -holiday for all."
My sister had been standing silent in the yard, within
hearing — she was a most unscrupulous spy and listener — and
she instantly looked in at one of the windows.
" Like you, you fool ! " said she to Joe, " giving holidays
to great idle hulkers like that. You are a rich man,
upon my life, to waste wages in that way. I wish / was
his master ! "
" You'd be everybody's master if you durst," retorted
Orlick, with an ill-favoured grin.
("Let her alone," said Joe.)
" I'd be a match for all noodles and all rogues," returned
my sister, beginning to work herself into a mighty rage.
" And I couldn't be a match for the noodles, without being
a match for your master, who's the dunder-headed king of
the noodles. And I couldn't be a match for the rogues,
without being a match for you, who are the blackest-
looking and the worst rogue between this and France.
Now!"
"You're a foul shrew, Mother Gargery," growled the
journeyman. " If that makes a judge of rogues, you ought
to be a good'un."
("Let her alone, will you?" said Joe.)
"What did you say?" cried my sister, beginning to
scream. " What did you say? What did that fellow Or-
lick say to me, Pip? What did he call me, with my hus-
band standing by? 0 ! 0 1 0 ! " Each of these exclama-
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tions was a shriek; and I must remark of my sister, what
is equally true of all the violent women I have ever seen,
that passion was no excuse for her, because it is undeniable
that instead of lapsing into passion, she consciously and
deliberately took extraordinary pains to force herself into
it, and became blindly furious by regular stages ; " what
was the name that he gave me before the base man who
swore to defend me? O ! Hold me ! O ! "
" Ah-h-h ! " growled the journeyman, between his teeth,
" I'd hold you, if you was my wife. I'd hold you under
the pump, and choke it out of you."
("I tell you, let her alone," said Joe.)
" 0 ! To hear him ! " cried my sister, with a clap of her
hands and a scream together — which was her next stage.
"To hear the names he's giving me! That Orlick! In my
own house ! Me, a married woman ! With my husband
standing by ! 0 ! O ! " Here my sister, after a fit of clap-
pings and screamings, beat her hands upon her bosom and
upon her knees, and threw her cap off, and pulled her hair
down — which were the last stages on her road to frenzy.
Being by this time a perfect Fury and a complete success,
she made a dash at the door, which I had fortunately
locked.
What could the wretched Joe do now, after his disre-
garded parenthetical interruptions, but stand up to his
journeyman, and ask him what he meant by interfering be-
twixt himself and Mrs. Joe; and further whether he was
man enough to come on? Old Orlick felt that the situation
admitted of nothing less than coming on, and was on his
defence straightway; so, without so much as pulling off
their singed and burnt aprons, they went at one another,
like two giants. But, if any man in that neighbourhood
could stand up long against Joe, I never saw the man.
Orlick, as if he had been of no more account than the pale
young gentleman, was very soon among the coal-dust, and
in no hurry to come out of it. Then, Joe unlocked the
door and picked up my sister, who had dropped insensible
at the window (but who had seen the fight first I think)
and who was carried into the house and laid down, and
who was recommended to revive, and would do nothing but
struggle and clench her hands in Joe's hair. Then came
that singular calm and silence which succeed all uproars;
and then with the vague sensation which I have always
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connected with such a lull — namely, that it was Sunday,
and somebody was dead — I went upstairs to dress myself.
When I came down again, I found Joe and Orlick sweep-
ing up, without any other traces of discomposure than a
slit in one of Orlick's nostrils, which was neither expressive
nor ornamental. A pot of beer had appeared from the Jolly
Bargemen, and they were sharing it by turns in a peace-
able manner. The lull had a sedative and philosophical
influence on Joe, who followed me out into the road to say,
as a parting observation that might do me good, " On the
Kampage, Pip, and off the Rampage, Pip; — such is Life! "
With what absurd emotions (for, we think the feelings
that are very serious in a man quite comical in a boy) I
found myself again going to Miss Havisham's, matters lit-
tle here. Nor, how I passed and repassed the gate many
times before I could make up my mind to ring. Nor, how
I debated whether I should go away without ringing; nor,
how I should undoubtedly have gone, if my time had been
my own, to come back.
Miss Sarah Pocket came to the gate. No Estella.
"How, then? You here again?" said Miss Pocket.
" What do you want? "
When I said that I only came to see how Miss Havisham
was, Sarah evidently deliberated whether or no she-TshTJtrtcT'
send me about my business. But, unwilling to hazard the
responsibility, she let me in, and presently brought the
sharp message that I was to "come up."
Everything was unchanged, and Miss Havisham was
alone. " Well ! " said she, fixing her eyes upon me. " I
hope you want nothing? You'll get nothing."
"No indeed, Miss Havisham. I only wanted you to
know that I am doing very well in my apprenticeship, and
am always much obliged to you."
" There, there ! " with the old restless fingers. " Come
now and then; come on your birthday.— Ay !" she cried
suddenly, turning herself and her chair towards me, " You
are looking round for Estella? Hey? "
I had been looking round— in fact, for Estella— and I
stammered that I hoped she was well.
" Abroad," said Miss Havisham; "educating for a lady;
far out of reach; prettier than ever; admired by all who
see her. Do you feel that you have lost her? "
There was such a malignant enjoyment in her utterance
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of the last words, and she broke into such a disagreeable
laugh, that I was at a loss what to say. She spared me
the trouble of considering, by dismissing me. When the
gate was closed upon me by Sarah of the walnut-shell
countenance, I felt more than ever dissatisfied with my
home and with my trade and with everything; and that
was all I took by that motion.
As I was loitering along the High-street, looking in dis-
consolately at the shop windows, and thinking what I
would buy if I were a gentleman, who should come out of
the bookshop but Mtr-Wopsle. Mr. Wopsle had in his
haiid~t!ie affecting tragedy of -George Barnwell, in which he
had that moment invested sixpence, with the~view of heap-
ing every word of it on the head of Pumblechook, with
whom he was going to drink tea. No sooner did he see
me, than he appeared to consider that a special Providence
had put a 'prentice in his way to be read at; and he laid
hold of me, and insisted on my accompanying him to the
Pumblechookian parlour. As I knew it would be miserable
at home, and as the nights were dark and the way was
dreary, and almost any companionship on the road was
better than none, I made no great resistance; consequently,
we turned into Pumblechook' s just as the street and the
shops were lighting up.
As I never assisted at any other representation of George
BarnjEell, I don't know how long it may usually takefBut
Tknow very well that it took until half -past nina o'clock
that night, and that when Mr. Wopsle got into^Newgate, I
thought he never would go to the scaffold, he ibecrnrre so
much slower than at any former period of his disgraceful
career. I thought it a little too much that he should com-
plain of being cut short in his flower after all, as if he had
not been running to seed, leaf after leaf, ever since his
course began. This, however, was a mere question of
length and wearisomeness. What stung me, was the iden-
tification of the whole affair with my unoffending self.
When Barnwell began to go wrong, I declare I felt posi-
tively apologetic, Pumblechook' s indignant stare so taxed
me with it. Wopsle, too, took pains to present me in the
worst light. At once ferocious and maudlin, I was made
to murder my uncle with no extenuating circumstances
whatever; Millwood put me down in argument, on every
occasion; it became sheer monomania in my master's
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daughter to care a button for me; and all I can say for my
gasping and procrastinating conduct on the fatal morning,
is, that it was worthy of the general feebleness of my char-
acter. Even after I was happily hanged and Wopsle had
closed the book, Pumblechook sat staring at me, and shak-
ing his head, and saying, "Take warning, boy, take warn-
ing!" as if it were a well-known fact that I contemplated
murdering a near relation, provided I could only induce one
to have the weakness to become my benefactor.
It was a very dark night when it was all over, and when
I set out with Mr. Wopsle on the walk home. Beyond
town, we found a heavy mist out, and it fell wet and thick.
The turnpike lamp was a blur, quite out of the lamp's usual
place apparently, and its rays looked solid substance on the
fog. We were noticing this, and saying how that the mist
rose with a change of wind from a certain quarter of our
marshes, when we came upon a man, slouching under the
lee of the turnpike house.
" Halloa ! " we said, stopping. " Orlick there? "
" Ah ! " he answered, slouching out. " I was standing
by, a minute, on the chance of company."
" You are late," I remarked.
Orlick not unnaturally answered, " Well? And you're
late."
"We have been," said Mr. Wopsle, exalted with his late
performance, " we have been indulging, Mr. Orlick, in an
intellectual evening."
Old Orlick growled, as if he had nothing to say about
that, and we all went on together. I asked him presently
whether he had been spending his half-holiday up and
down town?
"Yes," said he, "all of it. I come in behind yourself.
I didn't see you, but I must have been pretty close behind
you. By-the-bye, the guns is going again."
"At the Hulks?" said I.
" Ay ! There's some of the birds flown from the cages.
The guns have been going since dark, about. You'll hear
one presently."
In effect, we had not walked many yards further, when
the well-remembered boom came towards us, deadened by
the mist, and heavily rolled away along the low grounds by
the river, as if it were pursuing and threatening the fugitives.
"A good night for cutting off in," said Orlick. " We'd
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be puzzled how to bring down a jail-bird on the wing, to-
night."
The subject was a suggestive one to me, and I thought
about it in silence. Mr. Wopsle, as the ill-requited uncle
of the evening's tragedy, fell to meditating aloud in his
garden at Cambejwell. Orlick, with his hands in his
pockets, slouched heavily at my side. It was very dark,
very wet, very muddy, and so we splashed along. Now
and then, the sound of the signal cannon broke upon us
again, and again rolled sulkily along the course of the river.
I kept myself to myself and my thoughts. Mr. Wopsle
died amiably at Camberwell, and exceedingly game on Bos-
worth Field, and in tlie-greatest agonies at Glastonbrrry.
Orlick sometimes growled, " Beat it out, beat it out — Old
Clem ! With a clink for the stout— Old Clem ! " I thought
he had been drinking, but he was not drunk.
Thus, we came to the village. The way by which we
approached it, took us past the Three Jolly Bargemen,
which we were surprised to find — it being eievenVctock —
in a state of commotion, with the door wide open, and un-
wonted lights that had been hastily caught up and put
down, scattered about. Mr. Wopsle dropped in to ask
what was the matter (surmising that a convict had been
taken), but came running out in a great hurry.
"There's something wrong," said he, without stopping,
" up at your place, Pip, Run all ! "
" What is it? " I asked, keeping up with him. So did
Orlick, at my side.
"I can't quite understand. The house seems to have
been violently entered when Joe Gargery was out. Sup-
posed by convicts. Somebody has been attacked and hurt."
We were running too fast to admit of more being said,
and we made no stop until we got into our kitchen. It was
full of people; the whole village was there, or in the yard;
and there was a surgeon, and there was Joe, and there was
a group of women, all on the floor in the midst of the
kitchen. The unemployed bystanders drew back when they
saw me, and so I became aware of my sister — lying with-
out sense or movement on the bare boards where she had
been knocked down by a tremendous blow on the back of
the head, dealt by some unknown hand when her face was
turned towards the fire — destined never to be on the Kam-
page again, while she was the wife of Joe.
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CHAPTER XVI.
WITH my head full of^George Barnwell^ I was at first
disposed to believe that 1 must have had some hand in the
attack upon my sister, or at all events that as her near re-
lation, popularly known to be under obligations to her, I
was a more legitimate object of suspicion than any one else.
But when, in the clearer light of next morning, I began to
reconsider the matter and to hear it discussed around me
on all sides, I took another view of the case, which was
more reasonable.
Joe had been at the Three Jolly Bargemen, smoking his
pipe, from a quarter after eight o'clock to a quarter before
ten. While he was there, my sister had been seen stand-
ing at the kitchen door and had exchanged Good Night
with a^JafnuI^bourer going home. The man could not be
more particular as to the time at which he saw her (he got
into dense confusion when he tried to be) than that it must
have been before nine. When Joe went home at five min-
utes before ten, he found her struck down on the floor, and
promptly called in assistance. The fire had not then burnt
unusually low, nor was the snuff of the candle very long;
the candle, however, had been blown out.
Nothing had been taken away from any part of the
house. Neither, beyond the blowing out of the candle —
which stood on a table between the door and my sister,
and was behind her when she stood facing the fire and was
struck — was there any disarrangement of the kitchen, ex-
cepting such as she herself had made, in falling and bleed-
ing. But, there was one remarkable piece of evidence on
the spot. She had been struck with something blunt and
heavy, on the head and spine; after the blows were dealt,
something heavy had been thrown down at her with con-
siderable violence, as she lay on her face. And on the
ground beside her, when Joe picked her up, was a convict's
leg-iron which had been filed asunder.
Now, Joe, examining this iron with a smith's eye, de-
clared it to have been filed asunder some time ago. The
hue and cry going off to the Hulks, and people coming
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thence to examine the iron, Joe's opinion was corroborated.
They did not undertake to say when it had left the prison-
ships to which it undoubtedly had once belonged; but they
claimed to know for certain that that particular manacle
had not been worn by either of two convicts who had
escaped last night. Further, one of those two was already
re-taken, and had not freed himself of his iron.
Knowing what I knew, I set up an inference of my own
here. I believed the iron to be my convict's iron — the iron
I had seen and heard him filing at, on the marshes — but my
mind did not accuse him of having put it to its latest use.
For, I believed one of two other persons to have become
possessed of it, and to have turned it to this cruel account.
Either Orlick, or the strange man who had shown me the
file.
Now, as tc(Orlick^ he had gone to town exactly as he
told us when we "picked him up at the turnpike, he had
been seen about town all the evening, he had been in divers
companies in several public-houses, and he had come back
with myself and Mr^ Wopsle. There was nothing against
him, save the quarrel; and my sister had quarrelled with
him, and with everybody else about her, ten thousand
times. As to the strange man; if he had come back for
his two bank-notes there could have been no dispute about
them, because ray sister was fully prepared to restore them.
Besides, there had been no altercation; the assailant had
come in so silently and suddenly, that she had been felled
before she could look round.
It was horrible to think that I had provided the weapon,
however undesignedly, but I could hardly think otherwise.
I suffered unspeakable trouble while I considered and re-
considered whether I should at last dissolve that spell of my
childhood and tell Joe all the story. For months after-
wards, I every day settled the question finally in the nega-
tive, and reopened and reargued it next morning. The
contention came, after all, to this; — the secret was such an
old one now, had so grown into me and become a part of
myself, that I could not tear it away. In addition to the
dread that, having led up to so much mischief, it would be
now more likely than ever to alienate Joe from me if he
believed it, I had a further restraining dread that he would
not believe it, but would assert it with the fabulous dogs
and veal-cutlets as a monstrous invention. However, I
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temporised with myself, of course — for, was I not waver-
ing between right and wrong, when the thing is always
done? — and resolved to make a full disclosure if I should
see any such new occasion as a new chance of helping in
the discovery of the assailant.
The Constables, and the Bow Street men from London —
for, this happened in the days of the extinct red-waist-
coated police — were about the house for a week or two, and
did pretty much what I have heard and read of like au-
thorities doing in other such cases. They took up several
obviously wrong people, and they ran their heads very hard
against wrong ideas, and persisted in trying to fit the cir-
cumstances to the ideas, instead of trying to extract ideas
from the circumstances. Also, they stood about the door
of the Jolly Bargemen, with knowing and reserved looks
that filled the whole neighbourhood with admiration; and
they had a mysterious manner of taking their drink, that
was almost as good as taking the culprit. But not quite,
for they never did it.
Long after these constitutional powers had dispersed, my
sister lay very ill in bed. Her sight was disturbed, so that
she saw objects multiplied, and grasped at visionary tea-
cups and wine-glasses instead of the realities; her hearing
was greatly impaired; her memory also; and her speech
was unintelligible. When, at last, she came round so far
as to be helped downstairs, it was still necessary to keep
my slate always by her, that she might indicate in writing
what she could not indicate in speech. As she was (very
bad handwriting apart) a more than indifferent speller,
and as Joe was a more than indifferent reader, extraor-
dinary complications arose between them, which I was al-
ways called in to solve. The administration of mutton in-
stead of medicine, the substitution of Tea for Joe, and the
baker for bacon, were among the mildest of my own mis-
takes.
However, her temper was greatly improved, and she was
patient. A tremulous uncertainty of the action of all her
limbs soon became a part of her regular state, and after-
wards, at intervals of two or three months, she would often
put her hands to her head, and would then remain for
about a week at a time in some gloomy aberration of mind.
We were at a loss to find a suitable attendant for her, un-
til a circumstance happened conveniently to relieve us
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Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt conquered a confirmed habit of
living into which she had fallen, and Biddy became a part
of our establishment. '^^/\^/^\j
It may have been a month after my sister's reappearance
in the kitchen, when Biddy came to us with a small spec-
kled box containing the whole of her worldly effects, and
became a blessing to the household. Above all she was a
blessing to Joe, for the dear old fellow was sadly cut up
by the constant contemplation of the wreck of his wife, and
had been accustomed, while attending on her of an evening,
to turn to me every now and then and say, with his blue
eyes moistened, " Such a fine figure of a woman as she once
were, Pip ! n Biddy instantly taking the cleverest charge
of her as though she had studied her from infancy, Joe be-
came able in some sort to appreciate the greater quiet of
his life, and to get down to the Jolly Bargemen now and
then for a change that did him good. It was characteristic
of the police people that they had all more or less suspected
poor Joe (though he never knew it), and that they had to
a man concurred in regarding him as one of the deepest
spirits they had ever encountered.
Biddy's first triumph in her new office, was to solve a
difficulty that had completely vanquished me. I had tried
hard at it, but had made nothing of it. Thus it was :
Again and again and again, my sister had traced upon
the slate, a character that looked like a curious T, and then
with the utmost eagerness had called our attention to it as
something she particularly wanted. I had in vain tried
everything producible that began with a T, from tar to
toast and tub. At length it had come into my head that
the sign looked like a hammer, and on my lustily calling
that word in my sister's ear, she had begun to hammer on
the table and had expressed a qualified assent. There-
upon, I had brought in all our hammers, one after another,
but without avail. Then I bethought me of a crutch, the
shape being much the same, and I borrowed one in the
village, and displayed it to my sister with considerable
confidence. But she shook her head to that extent when
she was shown it, that we were terrified lest in her weak
and shattered state she should dislocate her neck.
When my sister found that Biddy was very quick to un-
derstand her, this mysterious sign reappeared on the slate.
Biddy looked thoughtfully at it, heard my explanation,
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looked thoughtfully at my sister, looked thoughtfully at
Joe (who was always represented on the slate by his initial
letter), and ran into the forge, followed by Joe and me.
" Why, of course ! " cried Biddy, with an exultant face.
" Don't you see? It's him ! "
Orlick, without a doubt! She had lost his name, and
could only signify him by his hammer. We told him why
we wanted him to come into the kitchen, and he slowly
laid down his hammer, wiped his brow with his arm, took
another wipe at it with his apron, and came slouching out,
with a curious loose vagabond bend in the knees that
strongly distinguished him.
I confess that I expected to see my sister denounce him,
and that I was disappointed by the different result. She
manifested the greatest anxiety to be on good terms with
him, was evidently much pleased by his being at length
produced, and motioned that she would have him given
something to drink. She watched his countenance as if
she were particularly wishful to be assured that he took
kindly to his reception, she showed every possible desire
to conciliate him, and there was an air of humble propitia-
tion in all she did, such as I have seen pervade the bearing
of a child towards a hard master. After that day, a day
rarely passed without her drawing the hammer on her slate,
and without Orlick' s slouching in and standing doggedly
before her, as if he knew no more than I did what to make
of it.
CHAPTER XVII.
I NOW fell into a regular routine of apprenticeship life,
which was varied, beyond the limits of the village and the
marshes, by no more remarkable circumstance than the ar-
rival of my birthday and my paying another visit to Miss
Havisham. I found Miss Sarah Pocket still on duty at the
gate, I found Miss Havisham just as I had left her, and
she spoke of Estella in the very same way, if not in the
very same words. The interview lasted but a few minutes,
and she gave me a guinea when I was going, and told me
to come again on my next birthday. I may mention at
once that this became an annual custom I tried to decline
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taking the guinea on the first occasion, but with no bettei
effect than causing her to ask me very angrily, if I expected
more? Then, and after that, I took it.
So unchanging was the dull old house, the yellow light
in the darkened room, the faded spectre in the chair by the
dressing-table glass, that I felt as if the stopping of the
clocks had stopped Time in that mysterious place, and,
while I and everything else outside it grew older, it stood
still. Daylight never entered the house, as to my thoughts
and remembrances of it, any more than as to tne actual
fack 11 bevVildyrud me1, and under its influence I con-
tinued gt. hp^rt^tn hate my trade and to be ashamed of
home-
Imperceptibly I became conscious of a change in Biddy,
however. Her shoes came up at the heel, her hair grew
bright and neat, her hands were always clean. She was
not beautiful — she was common, and could not be like
Estella — but she was pleasant and wholesome and sweet-
tempered. She had not been with us more than a year (I
remember her being newly out of mourning at the time it
struck me), when I observed to myself one evening that
she had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that
were very pretty and very good.
It came of my lifting up my own eyes from a task I was
poring at — writing some passages from a book, to improve
myself in two ways at once by a sort of stratagem — and
seeing Biddy observant of what I was about. I laid down
my pen, and Biddy stopped in her needlework without lay-
ing it down.
"Biddy," said I, "how do you manage it? Either I am
very stupid, or you are very clever."
"What is it that I manage? I don't know," returned
Biddy, smiling.
She managed her whole domestic life, and wonderfully
too; but I did not mean that, though that made what I did
mean, more surprising.
"How do you manage, Biddy," said I, "to learn every-
thing that I learn, and always to keep up with me? " I
was beginning to be rather vain of my knowledge, for I
spent my birthday guineas on it, and set aside the greater
part of my pocket-money for similar investment; though I
have no doubt, now, that the little I knew was extremely
dear at the price
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"I might as well agk you," said Biddy, "how you man-
age? "
" No; because when I come in from the forge of a night,
any one can see me turning to at it. But you never turn to
at it, Biddy."
" I suppose I must catch it — like a cough," said Biddy,
quietly; and went on with her sewing.
Pursuing my idea as I leaned back in my wooden chair
and looked at Fifjrly Rpwin^nwny with her head on one
side, I began/tg think he£°ratKeT~HTr^i:traordinarv girl.
For, I Called "to" mind nowyEhni she tfas equally accom-
pli shed^^p^^ra^^rour trade, and the names of our dif-
ferent SOTts~Tif-^wo*kfand our various tools. In short, what-
ever I knew, Biddy knew. Theoretically, she was already
as good a blacksmith as I, or better.
"You are one of those, Biddy," said I, "^wluj-Htafee the
most of every chance. You never had a chance before you
came here, and see how improved you are ! "
Biddy looked at me for an instant, and went on with her
sewing.
" I was your first teacher though; wasn't I? " said she, as
she sewed.
" Biddy ! " I exclaimed, in amazement. " Why, you are
crying ! "
"No I am not," said Biddy, looking up and laughing.
"What put that in your head? "
What could have put it in my head, but the glistening
of a tear as it dropped on her work? I sat silent, recalling
what a drudge she had beenjintilMr. Wopsle's gre
successfully overcame that bad Kabit of living£lsojiighly
desirable to be got rid of by some people. I
hopeless circumstances by which she had been surrounded
in the miserable little shop ancl the miserable little noisy
evening school, with that miserable old bundle of incom-
petence always to be dragged and shouldered. I reflected
that even in those untoward times there must have been
latent in Biddy what was^now developing, for, in my first
uneasiness and discontent I had turned to her for help, as
a matter of course. Biddy sat quietly sewing, shedding
no more tears, and while I looked at
occurred to me that perhaps I had not been suffi-
ciently grateful to Biddy. I might have been too reserved,
and should have patronised her more (though I did not
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use that precise word in my meditations), with my confi-
dence.
"Yes, Biddy," I observed, when I had done turning it
over, " you were my first teacher, and that at a time when
we little thought of ever being together like this, in this
kitchen."
" Ah, poor thing ! " replied Biddy. It was like her self-
forgetfulness, to transfer the remark to my sister, and to
get up and be busy about her, making her more comfort-
able : " that's sadly true ! "
"Well," said I, "we must talk together a little more, as
we used to do. And I must consult you a little more, as I
used to do. Let us have a quiet walk on the marshes next
Sunday, Biddy, and a long chat."
My sister was never left alone now; but Joe more than
readily undertook the care of her on that Sunday afternoon,
and Biddy and I went out together. It was summer-time
and lovely weather. When we had passed the village and the
church and the church-yard, and were out on the marshes,
and began to see the sails of the ships as they sailed on,
I began to combine Miss Havisham and Estella with the
prospect, in my usual way. When we came to the river-
side and sat down on the bank, with the water rippling at
our feet, making it all more quiet than it would have been
without that sound, 1 resolved Lhatrtt was a good time and
ace for the admission of Biddy into my inner confidence.
"Biddy," said I, after binding her to secrecy, "I want
to be a gentleman."
" Oh, I wouldn't, if I was you ! " she returned. " I don't
think it would answer."
"Biddy," said I, with some severity, "I have particular
reasons for wanting to be a gentleman."
"You know best, Pip; but don't you think you are hap-
pier as you are? "
"Biddy," I exclaimed, impatiently, "I am not at all
happy as I am. I am disgusted with my calling and with
my life. I have never taken to either since I was bound.
Don't be absurd."
" Was I absurd? " said Biddy, quietly raising her eye-
brows; " I am sorry for that; I didn't mean to be. I only
want you to do well, and be comfortable."
" Well, then, understand once for all that I never shall
or can be comfortable — or anything but miserable — there,
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Biddy ! — unless rcan lead a very different, sm-tof life from
the life I lead ngjsu*'""
z< That's a pity7!" said Biddy, shaking her head with a
sorrowful air.
Now, I too had so often thought it a pity, that, in the
singular kind of quarrel with myself which I was always
carrying on, I was half inclined to shed tears of vexation
and distress when Biddy gave utterance to hfv spnHnmtL*
and my own. I told her she was right, and I knew it was
mTfch to be regretted, but still it was not to be Jielped.
" If I could have settled down," I said" 'to Biddy, pluck-
)ing up the short grass within reach, much^aslhad once
upQu_fl*-biine pulled _jny feelings^out-of my hair and locked
them into the brewery well : "if I could have settlecTclown
and been but half as fonoTTTr^the forge as I was when I was
little, I know it would have been much better for me. You
and I and Joe iEould have wanted nothing^then, and Joe
and I would perhaps have gone partners when I was out
of my time, and I might even have grown up to keep com-
pany with you, and we might have sat on this very bank
on a fine Sunday, quite different people. I should have
been good enough tovyou; shouldn't I, Biddy? "
Biddy sighed as she looked at the ships sailing on, and
returned for answer, "Yes; I am not over-particular." It
scarcely sounded flattering but I knew she meant well.
"Instead of that," said I, plucking up more grass and
chewing a blade or two, " see how I am going on. Dissat-
isfied, and uncomfortable, and— what would it signify to
me, being coarse and common, if nobody had told me so! "
Biddy turned her face suddenly towards mine, and
looked far more attentively at me than she had looked at
the sailing ships.
" It was neither a very true nor a very polite thing to
say," she remarked, directing her eyes to the ships again.
" Who said it? »
I was disconcerted, for I had broken away without quite
.seeing where I was going to. It was not to be shuffled off,
now, however, and I answered, " The beautiful young lady
at Miss Havisham's, and she's more beautiful than any-
body ever was, and I admire her dreadfully, and I want to
be a gentleman on her account." Having made this lunatic
confession, I began to throw my torn-up grass into the
river, as if I had some thoughts of f ollowingjt
122 GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
"Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain
her over? " Biddy quietly asked me, after a pause.
"I don't know," I moodily answered.
" Because, if it is to spite her," Biddy pursued, " I should
think — but you know best — that might be better and more
independently done by caring nothing for her words. And
if it is to gain her over, I should think — but you know best
— she was not worth gaining over."
Exactly what I myself had thought, many times. Ex-
actly what was perfectly manifest to me at the moment.
But how could I, a poor dazed village lad, avoid that won-
derful inconsistency into which the best and wisest of men
fall every day?
" It may be all quite true," said I to Biddy, " but I ad-
mire her dreadfully." ______
In short, I turned over on my face \dlenl came to
and got a good grasp on the hair, on each side of my
and wrenched it well. All the while knowing the madness
of my heartfTo bejscT veryjfrad and misplaced, that I was
quite conscious it-yon |ri__Tia;vp, served my face right, if I
had lifted it up by my hair, and knocked it against5*?h"e
pebbles as a punishment for belonging to such an idiot.
Biddy~was the wisest of girls, and she tried to reason no
more with me. She put her hand, which was a comfortable
hand though roughened by work, upon my hands, one after
another, and gently took them out of my hair. Then she
softly patted my shoulder in a soothing way, while with
my face upon my sleeve I cried a little — exactly as I had
done in the brewery yard — and felt vaguely convinced that
I was very much ill-used by somebody, or by everybody;
I can't say which.
" I am glad of one thing," said Biddy, " and that is, that
you have felt you could give me your confidence, Pip.
And I am glad of another thing, and that is, that of course
you know you may depend upon my keeping it and always
so far deserving it. If your first teacher (dear! such a
poor one, and so much in need of being taught herself!)
had been your teacher at the presenj-tkaer^ho thiitks~5ite
knows what lessoni^he would sej>) But it would be a hard
one to learn, and you have~goTT)eyond hej, and it's of no
use now." So, with a quiet sigh for me, Biddy rose from
the bank, and said, with a fresh and pleasant change of
voice, " Shall we walk a little further, or go home? "
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j
"Biddy," I cried, getting up, putting my arm around
her neck, and giving her a kiss, " I shall always tell you
everything."
"Till you're a gentleman," said Biddy.
" You know I never shall be, so that's always. Not that
I have any occasion to tell you anything, for you know
everything I know — as I told you at home the other night."
" Ah ! " said Biddy, quite in a whisper, as she looked
away at the ships. And then repeated, with Her former"
pleasant change; "shall we walk a little further, or go
home? "
I said to Biddy we would walk a little further, and we
jjid so, and the summer afternoon toned down into the~
summer evening, and it was very beautiful. X began to
consider whether I was not more naturally and wholesomely
situated, ^terall,)in these circumstances, than pla,p»g^
beggar my neTghboup^y candlelight £n the^yoom/with the }
stopped clocks /amT^eingo^es^sed by EsIeTIa. I thoughiric
would be very "gooa for me\if\I could get her out of my
head witmall the rest of those remembrances and fancies,
and CO%M go to work d^tem-iined tn rp^isfo what. T harl
~
do, ^nd stick to it. and/make the best of it.~\I asked my-
^ etH&^^
self the^question whetH&^^I did not_-su¥e^y know that if
Estella were beside me at that moment instead of Biddy,
she would make me miserable? I was obliged to admit
that I did know it for a certainty, and I said to myself,
"Pip, what a fool you are ! "
We talked a good deal as we walked, and all that Biddy
said seemed right. Biddy was never insulting, or capri-
cious, or Biddy to-day and somebody else to-morrow; she
would have derived only pain, and no pleasure, from giving
me pain; she would far rather havp wnnin^prl hp.r own
breast than mine How could it be, then, that I did not
lifre'lTeT much Lhe better of the two?
"Biddy," said I, when we were walking homeward, "I
wish you could put me right. "
" I wish I could ! " said Biddy.
" If I could only get myself to fall in love with you—
you don't mind my speaking so openly to such an old ac-
quaintance? "
" Oh dear,uiot at all ! " said Biddy. " Don't mind me."
" If I could only get myself to do it, that would be the
thing for me."
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"But you never will, you see," said Biddy.
It did not appear quite so unlikely to me that evening,
asit would, Viavp firm p. if we had discussed it a few hours
before. I therefore observed I was notquite sure of that.
But Biddy said she was, and she said iTcTecisively. In my
heart I believed her to be right •r^nd__jfiJb_I_tQQk_it rather
ill, too, that shejjhjoul4-bc so poaitivc.£m the point.
When we came near the churchyard, we had to cross an
embankment, and get over a stile near a sluice-gate. There
started up, from the gate, or from the rushes, or from the
ooze (which was quite in his stagnant way), Old Orlick.
"Halloa! " he growled, "where are you two going?"
" Where should we be going, but home? "
"Well, then," said he, "I'm jiggered if I don't see you
home ! "
This penalty of being jiggered •vv.as a favourite supposi-
titious case of his^ He. attached no definite myabllig CcTthe
wolld llml I~a5r~aware of, but used it, like his own pre-
tended Christian name, to affront mankind, and convey an
idea of something savagely damaging. When I was
younger, I had had a general belief that if he had jiggered
me personally, he would have done it with a sharp and
twisted hook.
Biddy was much against his going with us, and said to
me in a whisper, "Don't let him come; I don't like him."
As I did not like him either, I took the liberty of saying
that we thanked him, but we didn't want seeing home.
He received that piece of information with a yell of laugh-
ter, and dropped back, but came slouching after us at a
little distance.
Curious to know whether Biddy suspected him of having
had a hand in that murderous attack of which my sister
had never been able to give any account, I asked her why
she did not like him.
"Oh!" she replied, glancing over her shoulder as he
slouched after us, "because I — I am afraid he likes me."
"Did he ever tell you he liked you?" I asked, indig-
nantly.
" No," said Biddy, glancing over her shoulder again, " he
never told me so; but he dances at me, whenever he can
catch my eye."
However novel and peculiar this testimony of attach-
ment, I did not doubt the accuracy of the interpretation.
"HULLOA," HE GROWLED; "WHERE ARE YOU TWO GOING?"
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I was very hot indeed upon Old Orlick's daring to admire
her; as hotjf i*- W^T Q™ r>nn-flgo riTLjnyself. -
"But it makes no difference to you, you know," said
Biddy, calmly.
"No, Biddy, it makes no difference to me; only I don't
like it; I don't approve of it."
"Nor I neither," said Biddy. "Though that makes no
difference to you."
"Exactly," said I; "but I must tell you I should have
no opinion of you, Biddy, if he danced at you with your
own consent."
I kept an eye on Orlick after that night, and whenever
circumstances were favourable to his dancing at Biddy, got
before him, to obscure that demonstration. He had struck
root in Joe's establishment, by reason of my sister's sud-
den fancy for him, or I should have tried to get him dis-
missed. He quite understood and reciprocated my good
intentions, as I had reason to know thereafter.
•4nd now, because my mind was not confused enough be-
fore/1 complicated its confusion tiffy t-.hnnsanfUfoldT by
having states and seasons when I was clear that Biddy was
immeasurably J^ettej^than Estella, and that the plain honest
wording life ^Q^whichT)! was born had nothing in it to be
ashamed of ? butbfl'ered me sufficient means of self-respect
and happiness. At those times, 1 would decide conclu-
sively that my disaffection to dear old Joe and the forge,
was gone, and that I was growing up in afajr way to be
partners with Joe aiid_tokeep company ^vTtlTBiddy — when
a momenfc somejxmtounding remembrance of the Hav-
lrl fall npnn pip] likp a destructive missile,
and scatter my wits again. Scattered wits take a long time
picking up; and often, before I had got them well together,
they would be dispersed in all directionsHby one stray
thought, that perhaps after all Miss Havisham was going
to make my "
If my time had run out, it would have left me still at
the height of my perplexities, I dare say. It never did run
out, however, but was broughTrte-ft-premature end, as I
proceed to relate .
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CHAPTER XVIII.
IT was in the fourth year of my apprenticeship to Joe,
and it was a Saturday night. There was a group assem-
bled round the fire at the Three Jolly Bargemen, attentive
to Mr. Wopsle as he read the newspaper aloud. Qt that
group I was one.
Shighly nepular murder had been committed, and Mr.
Wopsle wasy^mbme^in blood to the eyebrows. H^glpateoS
over every abhorrent adjeulivy in Lhe description, anoideli-
tified himself with every witness at the Inquest. He faintly
moaned, " I am done for," as the victim, and he barbarously
bellowed, "I'll serve you out^_asthe murderer. He gave
the medical testimony, in ^JpintecK imitation of our local
practitioner; and he piped ano!~T5iiotyk, as the aged turnpike-
keeper who had heard blows, to an extent so very paralytic
a^Jo_^uggest-a^lQubtregarding the in^ntal^colnggteTTcy of
That witngss. ThecoroTTer, in MirWopsle's! hands7T)ecame
Timon of Athens; the beadle, Coriolanus. He enjoyed
himself thoroughly, and we all enjoyed ourselves, and were
delightfully comfortable. In this cozy state of mind we
came to the verdict of Wilful Murder.
Then, and not sooner, I became aware of a strange gen-
tleman leaning over the back of the settle opposite me,
looking on. There was an expression of contempt on his
face, and he bit the side of a great forefinger as he watched
the group of faces.
"Well!" said the stranger to Mr. Wopsle, when the
reading was done, " you have settled it all to your own sat-
isfaction, I have no doubt? "
Everybody started and looked up, as if it were the mur-
derer. He looked at everybody coldly and sarcastically.
" Guilty, of course? " said he. " Out with it. Come ! "
" ^iJ^-retnTnedTSTr. Wopsle, "without having the hon-
our of your acquaintance, I do say Guilty." Upon this we
all took courage to unite in a confirmatory nmimur.
" I know you do," said the stranger; " I knew you would.
I told you so. But now I'll ask you a question. Do you
know, or do you not know, that the law of England sup-
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poses every man to be innocent, until he is proved — proved
—to be guilty? "
"Sir," Mr. Wopsle began to reply, "as an Englishman
myself, I "
" Come! " said the stranger, biting his forefinger at him.
" Don't evade the question. Either you know it, or you
don't know it. Which is it to be? "
He stood with his nead on one side and himself on ono
side, in a bullying interrogative manner, and he threw
his forefinger at Mr. Wopsle — as it were to mark him out
— before biting it again.
" Now ! " said he. " Do you know it, or don't you know
it?"
"Certainly I know it," replied Mr. Wopsle.
" Certainly you know it. Then why didn't you say so <at
first? Now, I'll ask you another question;" taking pos-
session of Mr. Wopsle, as if he had a right to him. " Do
you know that none of these witnesses have yet been cross-
examined? "
Mr. Wopsle was beginning, " I can only say " when
the stranger stopped him.
" What? You won't answer the question, yes or no?
Now, [I'll try you again." Throwing his finger at him
again. " Attend to me. Are you aware, or are you not
aware, that none of these witnesses have yet been cross-ex-
amined? Come, I only want one word from you. Yes, or
no?"
Mr. Wopsle hesitated, and we all began to conceive
rather a poor opinion of him.
" Come ! " said the stranger, " I'll help you. You don't
deserve help, but I'll help you. Look at that paper you
hold in your hand. What is it? "
" What is it? " repeated Mr. Wopsle, eyeing it much at
a loss.
"Is it," pursued the stranger in his most sarcastic and
suspicious manner, " the printed paper you have just been
reading from? "
"Undoubtedly."
"Undoubtedly. Now, turn to that paper, and tell me
whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said
that his legal advisers instructed him altogether to reserve
his defence? "
" I read that just now," Mr. Wopsle pleaded.
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"Never mind what you read just now, sir; I don't ask
you what you read just now. You may read the Lord's
Prayer backwards, if you like — and, perhaps, have done it
before to-day- Turn to the paper. No, no, no, my friend;
not to the top of the column; you know better than that;
to the bottom, to the bottom," (We all began to think Mr.
Wopsle full of subterfuge. ) " Well? Have you found it? "
" Here it is," said Mr. Wopsle.
"Now, follow that passage with your eye, and tell me
whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said
that he was instructed by his legal advisers wholly to re-
serve his defence? Come ! Do you .make that of it? "
Mr. Wopsle answered, " Those are not the exact words."
" Not the exact words ! " repeated the gentleman, bit-
terly. " Is that the exact substance? "
" Yes," said Mr. Wopsle.
" Yes," repeated the stranger, looking round at the rest
of the company with his right hand extended towards the
witness, Wopsle. "And now I ask you what you say to
the conscience of that man who, with that passage before
his eyes, can lay his head upon his pillow after having
pronounced a fellow-creature guilty, unheard?"
We all began to suspect that Mr. Wopsle was not the
man we had thought him, and that he was beginning to be
found out.
"And that same man, remember," pursued the gentle-
man, throwing his finger at Mr. Wopsle heavily; "that
same man might be summoned as a juryman upon this very
trial, and having thus deeply committed himself, might re-
turn to the bosom of his family and lay his head upon his
pillow, after deliberately swearing that he would well and
truly try the issue joined between Our Sovereign Lord the
King and the prisoner at the bar, and would a true verdict
give according to the evidence, so help him God ! "
We were all deeply persuaded that the unfortunate
Wopsle had gone too far, and had better stop in his reck-
less career while there ™*a y^Jinie.
The strang^-gontloman, "WitE an air of authority not to
be disputed, and with a manner expressive of knowing
something secret about every one of us that would effect-
ually do for each individual if he chose to disclose it, left
the back of the settle, and came into the space between the
two settles, in front of the fire, where he remained stand-
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ing : his left hand in his pocket, and he biting the forefinger
of his right.
"From information I have received," said he, looking
round at us as we all quailed before him, " I have reason
to believe there is a blacksmith among yon, by name Joseph
— or Joe — Gargery. Which is the man? "
"Here is the man," said Joe.
The strange gentleman beckoned him out of his place,
and Joe went.
"You have an apprentice," pursued the Stranger, "com-
monly known as Pip? Is he here? "
" I am here ! " I cried.
The stranger did not recognise me, but J ff^grmftd hi
as the gentleman I had met on the stair s,(^on the occasion^)
of my second visit to Miss Havishain. I had known hini .
the moment I saw him looking over the settle, and now that
I stood confronting him with his hand upon my shoulder, I
checked off again in detail, his large head, his dark com-
plexion, his deep-set eyes, his bushy black eyebrows, his
large watch-chain, his strong black dots of beard and whis-
ker, and even the smell of scented soap on his great hand.
" I wish to have a private conference with you two, " said
he, when he had surveyed me at his leisure. " It will take
a little time. Perhaps we had better go to your place of
residence. I prefer not to anticipate my communication
here; y/ou_willimpart as much or as little_ot' it. as yniL
please to your'ii'ienas aitBrwards; i nave nothing to do
with that.""
Amidst a wondering silence, we three walked out of the
Jolly Bargemen, and in a wondering silence walked home.
While going along, the strange gentleman occasionally
looked at me, and occasionally bit the side of his finger.
As we neared home, Joe vaguely acknowledging the occa-
sion as an impressive and ceremonious one, went on ahead
to open the front door. Our conference was held in the
state parlour, which was feebly lighted by one candle.
It began with the strange gentleman's sitting down at
the table, drawing the candle to him, and looking over some
entries in his pocket-book. He then put up the pocket-
book and set the candle a little aside : after peering round
it into the darkness at Joe and me, to ascertain which was
which.
"My name," he said, "is Jaggers, and I am a lawyer in
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Lon^gn. I am pretty well known. I have unusual busi-
ness to transact with you, and I commence by explaining
that it is not of my originating. If my advice had been
asked, I should not have been here. It was not asked, and
you see me here. What I have to do as the confidential
agent of another, I do. No less, no more."
Finding that he could not see us very well from where
he sat, he got up, and threw one leg over the back of a
chair and leaned upon it; thus having one foot on the seat
of a chair, and one foot on the ground.
" Now, Joseph Gargery, I am the bearer of an offer to
relieve you of this young fellow, your apprentice. You
would not object to cancel his indentures at his request and
for his good? You would want nothing for so doing? "
" Lord forbid that I should want anything for not stand-
ing in Pip's way," said Joe, staring.
" Lord forbidding is pious, but not to the purpose," re-
turned Mr. Jaggers. " The question is, Would you want
anything? Do you want anything? "
"The answer is," returned Joe, sternly, "No."
• I thought Mr. Jaggers glanced ^at Joe, as if he consid-
ered him a fool for his disinterestedness. But I was too
much bewildered between breathless curiosity and surprise,
to be sure of it.
"Very well," said Mr. Jaggers. "Kecollect the admis-
sion you have made, and don't try to go from it presently."
" Who's a going to try? " retorted Joe.
" I don't say anybody is. Do you keep a dog? "
"Yes, I do keep a dog."
" Bear in mind then, that Brag is a good dog, but that
Hpjdjastasabetter. Bear that in mind, will you? " re-
peated Mr/Jaggers, shutting his eyes and nodding his head
at Joe, as if he were forgiving him something. "Now, I
return to this young fellow. And the communication I have
got to make is, that he has Great Expectations."
Joe and I gasped, and looked at one another.
"I am instructed to communicate to him," said Mr.
Jaggers, throwing his finger at me sideways, " that he will
come into a handsome property. Further, that it is the
desire of the present possessor of that property, that he be
immediately removed from his present sphere of life and
from this place, and be brought up as a gentleman — in a
•word, as a young fellow of great expectations."
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My dream was out; iny wild fancy was surpassed by
sober reality; Miss Havisham was going to make my for-
tune on a grand scale.
"Now, Mr. Pip," pursued the lawyer, "I address the
rest of what I have to say, to you. You are to understand,
first, that it is the request of the person from whom I take
my instructions, that you always bear the name of Pip.
You will have no objection, I dare say, to your great
expectations being encumbered with that easy condition.
But if you have any objection, this is the time to men-
tion it."
My heart was beating so fast, and there was such a sing-
ing in my ears, that I could scarcely stammer I had no ob-
jection.
" I should think not ! Now you are to understand, sec-
ondly, Mr. Pip, that the name of the person who is your
lj.beral-bfiae|^ctpr remains a profound secret, until the per-
son chooses to reveal it. I am empowered to mention that
it is the intention of the person to reveal it at first hand by
word of mouth to yourself. When or where that intention
may be carried out, I cannot say; no one can say. It may
be years /hence. Now, you are distinctly to understand
that you are most positively prohibited from making any
inquiry on this head, or any allusion or reference, how-
ever distant, to any individual whomsoever as the individ-
ual, in all the communications you may have with me. If
you have a suspicion in your own breast, keep that suspi-
cion in your own breast. It is not the least to the purpose
what the reasons of this prohibition are; they may be the
strongest and gravest reasons, or they may be a mere whim,,
This is not for you to inquire into. The condition is laid
down. Your acceptance of it, and your observance of it
as binding, is the only remaining condition ihat I am
charged with, by the person from whom I take my instruc-
"fibns, and tor whomj am not, otherwise responsible. ThatT
person 18 the person from whom you derive your expecta-
tions, and the secret is solely held by that person and by
me. Again, not a very difficult condition with which to
encumber such a rise in fortune; but if you have any ob-
jection to it, this is the time to mention it. Speak out."
Once more, I stammered with difficulty that I had no
objection.
i( I should think not ! Now, Mr. Pip, I have done with
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stipulations." Though he called me Mr. Pip, and began
rather to make up to me, he still could not get rid of a cer-
tain air of bullying suspicion; and even now he occasion-
ally shut his eyes and threw his finger at me while he
spoke, as much as to express that he knew all kinds of
things to my disparagement, if he only chose to mention
them. " We come next, to mere details of arrangement.
You must know that although I use the term ' expecta-
tions ' more than once, you are not endowed with expec-
tations only. There is already lodged in my hands, a sum
of money amply sufficient for your suitable, education and
maintenance. YojjTwin^lHas&^QnMdgrtiie youl^guardian.
Olrn* IOT I was going to thank him^"**"! tetTyouTaTonce, I
am paid for my services, or I shouldn't render them. It
is considered that you must be better educated, in accord-
ance with your altered position, and that you will be alive
to the importance and necessity of at once entering on that
advantage."
I said I had always longed for it.
"Never mind what you have always longed for, Mr.
Pip," he retorted, "keep to the record. If you long for it
now, that's enough. Am I answered that you are ready to
be placed at once, under some proper tutor? Is that it? "
I stammered yes, that was it.
" Good. Now, your inclinations are to be consulted. I
don't think that wise, mind, but it's my trust. Have you
ever heard of any tutor whom you would prefer to another? "
I had never heard of any tutor but Biddy, and Mr.
Wopsle's great-aunt; so, I replied in the negative.
" There is a certain tutor, of whom I have some knowl-
edge, who I think might suit the purpose," said Mr. Jag-
gers. "I don't recommend him, observe; because I never
recommend anybody. The gentleman I speak of is one Mr.
Ma^thewPociet. "
Ah! I caught at the name directly. Miss Havisham's
relation. The Matthew whom Mr. and Mrs. Camilla had
spoken of. The Matthew whose place was to be at Miss
Havisham's head, when she lay dead, in her bride's dress
on the bride's table.
"You know the name?" said Mr. Jaggers, looking
shrewdly at me, and then shutting up his eyes while he
waited for my answer.
My answer was, that I had heard of the name.
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"Oh!" said he. " You have heard of the name ! But
the question is, what do you say of it? "
I said, or tried to say, that I was much obliged to him
for his recommendation
"No, my young friend!" he interrupted, shaking his
great head very slowly. " Recollect yourself ! "
Not recollecting myself, I began again that I was much
obliged to him for his recommendation
"No, my young friend," he interrupted, shaking his
head and frowning and smiling both at once; "no, no, no;
it's very well done, but it won't do; you are too young to
fix me with it. Recommendation is not the word, Mr. Pip.
Try another."
Correcting myself, I said that I was much obliged to him
for his mention of Mr. Matthew Pocket
" That's more like it ! " cried Mr. Jaggers.
— And (I added) I would gladly try that gentleman.
"Good. You had better try him in his own house. The
way shall be prepared for you, and you can see his son
first, who is in London. When will you come to London? "
I said (glancing at Joe, who stood looking on, motion-
less), that][ supposed I could come directly.
" First," said Mr. Jaggers, "you should have some new
clothes to come in, and they should not be working clothes.
Say this day week. You'll want some money. Shall I
leave you twenty guineas? "
He produced a long purse, with the greatest coolness,
and counted them out on the table and pushed them over
to me. This was the first time he had taken his leg from
the chair. He sat astride of the chair when he had pushed
the money over, and sat swinging his purse and eyeing Joe.
"Well, Joseph Gargery? You look dumbfouudered? "
" I am ! " said Joe, in a very decided manner.
" It was understood that you wanted nothing for your-
self, remember? "
"It were understood," said Joe. "And it are under-
stood. And it ever will be similar according."
"But what," said Mr. Jaggers, swinging his purse,
" what if it was in my instructions to make you a present,
as compensation? "
" As compensation what for? " Joe demanded.
"For the loss of his services."
Joe laid his hand upon my shoulder with the touch of a
134 GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
woman. I have often thought him since, like the steam-
hammer, that can crush a man or pat an egg-shell, in his
combination of strength with gentleness. "Pip is that
hearty welcome," said Joe, "to go free with his services, to
honour and fortun', as no words can tell him. But if you
think as Money can make compensation to me for the loss
of the little child — what come to the forge — and ever the
best of friends ! — "
0 dear good Joe, whom I was so ready to leave and so
unthankful to, I see you again, with your muscular black-
smith's arm before your eyes, and your broad chest heav-
ing, and your voice dying away. O dear good faithful
tender Joe, I feel the loving tremble of your hand upon my
arm, as solemnly this day as if it had been the rustle of an
angel's wing!
But I encouraged Joe at the time. I was lost in the
mazes of my future fortunes, and could not retrace the bye-
paths we had trodden together. I begged Joe to be com-
forted, for (as he said) we had ever been the best of
friends, and (as I said) we ever would be so. Joe scooped
his eyes with his disengaged wrist, as if he were bent on
gouging himself, but said not another word.
Mr. Jaggers had looked on at this, as one who recog-
nized in Joe the village idiot, and in me his keeper. When
it was over, he said, weighing in his hand the purse he had
ceased to swing :
"Now, Joseph Gargery, I warn you this is your last
chance. No half measures with me. If you mean to take
a present that I have it in charge to make you, speak out,
and you shall have it. If on the contrary you mean to
say " Here, to his great amazement, he was stopped
by Joe's suddenly working round him with every demon-
stration of a fell pugilistic purpose.
"Which I meantersay," cried Joe, "that if you come
into my place bull-baiting and badgering me, come out!
Which I meantersay as sech if you're a man, come on!
Which I meantersay that what I say, I mean ter say and
stand or fall by ! "
1 drew Joe away, and he immediately became placable :
merely stating to me, in an obliging manner and as a polite
expostulatory notice to any one whom it might happen to
concern, that he were not a going to be bull-baited and
badgered in his own place. Mr. Jaggers had risen when
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Joe demonstrated, and had backed near the door. With-
out evincing any inclination to come in again, he there de-
livered his valedictory remarks. They were these :
" Well, Mr. Pip, I think the sooner you leave here — as
you are to be a gentleman — the better. Let it stand for
this day week, and you shall receive my printed address in
the meantime. You can take a hackney-coach at the stage-
coach office in London, and come straight to me. Under-
stand that I express no opinion, one way or other, on the
trust I undertake. I am paid for undertaking it, and I do
so. Now, understand that finally. Understand that!"
He was throwing his finger at both of us, and I think
would have gone on, but for his seeming to think Joe dan-
gerous, and going off.
Something came into my head which induced me to run
after him as he was going down to the Jolly Bargemen,
where he had left a hired carriage.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Jaggers."
"Halloa! " said he, facing round, " what's the matter? "
" I wish /to be quite right, Mr. Jaggers, and to keep to
your directions; so I thought I had better ask. Would
there be /any objection to my taking leave of any one I
know, about here, before I go away? "
"No," said he, looking as if he hardly understood me.
" I don't mean in the village only, but up-town? "
" No," said he. " No objection."
I thanked him and ran home again, and there I found
that Joe had already locked the front door and vacated the
state parlour, and was seated by the kitchen fire with a
hand on each knee, gazing intently at the burning coals.
I too sat down before the fire and gazed at the coals, and
nothing was said for a long time.
My sister was in her cushioned chair in her corner, and
Biddy sat at her needle- work before the fire, and Joe sat
next Biddy, and I sat next Joe in the corner opposite my
sister. The more I looked into the glowing coals, the more
incapable I became of looking at Joe; the longer the silence
lasted, the more unable I felt to speak
At length I got out, " Joe, have you told Biddy? "
"No, Pip," returned Joe, still looking at the fire, and
holding his knees tight, as if he had private information
that they intended to make off somewhere, " which I left it
to yourself, Pip. "
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"I would rather you told, Joe."
"Pip's a gentleman of fortun' then," said Joe, "and God
bless him in it ! "
Biddy dropped her work, and looked at me. Joe held
his knees and looked at me. I looked at both of them.
After a pause they both heartily congratulated me; but
there was a certain touch of sadness in their congratula-
tions that I rather resented.
I took it upon myself to impress Biddy (and through
Biddy, Joe) with the grave obligation I considered my
friends under, to know nothing and say nothing about the
maker of my fortune. It would all come out in good time,
I observed, and in the meanwhile nothing was to be said,
save that I had come into great expectations from a mys-
terious patron. Biddy nodded her head thoughtfully at
the fire as she took up her work again, and said she would
be very particular; and Joe, still detaining his knees, said,
"Ay, ay, I'll be ekervally partickler, Pip;" and then they
congratulated me again, and went on to express so much
wonder at the notion of my being a gentleman, that I didn't
half like it.
Infinite pains were then taken by Biddy to convey to my
sister some idea of what had happened. To the best of my
belief, those efforts entirely failed. She laughed and
nodded her head a great many times, and even repeated
after Biddy, the words "Pip" and "Property." But I
doubt if they had more meaning in them than an election
cry, and I cannot suggest a darker picture of her state of
mind.
I never could have believed it without experience, but
as Joe and Biddy became more at their cheerful ease again,
I became quite gloomy. Dissatisfied with my fortune, of
course I could not be; but it is possible that I may have
been, without quite knowing it, dissatisfied with myself.
Anyhow, I sat with my elbow on my knee and my face
upon my hand, looking into the fire, as those two talked
about my going away, and about what they should do with-
out me, and all that. And whenever I caught one of them
looking at me, though never so pleasantly (and they often
looked at me— particularly Biddy), I felt offended: as if
they were expressing some mistrust of me. Though
Heaven knows they never did by word or sign.
At those times I would get up and look out at the door;
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for our kitchen door opened at once upon the night, and
stood open on summer evenings to air the room. The very
stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am afraid I took to
be but poor and humble stars for glittering on the rustic
objects among which I had passed my life.
" Saturday night," said I, when we sat at our supper of
bread-and-cheese and beer. "Five more days, and then
the day before the day! They'll soon go."
" Yes, Pip," observed Joe, whose voice sounded hollow
in his beer mug. "They'll soon go."
"Soon, soon go," said Biddy.
" I have been thinking, Joe, that when I go down-town
on Monday, and order my new clothes, I shall tell the
tailor that I'll come and put them on there, or that I'll
have them sent to Mr. Pumblechook's. It would be very
disagreeable to be stared at by all the people here."
" MrJ__ajad_JMj-s.u_Hubble might like to see you in your
new genteel figure too, Pip," said Joe, industriously cut-
ting his bread with his cheese on it, in the palm of his left
hand, and glajicing at my untasted supper as if he thought
of the time when we used to compare slices. " So might
Wopsle. And the Jolly Bargemen might take it as a com-
pliment."
"That's just what I don't want, Joe. They would make
such a business of it — such a coarse and common business
— that I couldn't bear myself."
"Ah, that indeed, Pip!" said Joe. "If you couldn't
abear yourself "
Biddy asked me here, as she sat holding my sister's
plate, "Have you thought about when you'll show your-
self to Mr. Gargery, and your sister, and me? You will
show yourself to us; won't you? "
"Biddy," I returned with some resentment, "you are so
exceedingly quick that it's difficult to keep up with you."
(" She always were quick," observed Joe.)
"If you had waited another moment, Biddy, you would
have heard me say that I shall bring my clothes here in a
bundle one evening — most likely on the evening before I go
away."
Biddy said no more. Handsomely forgiving her, I soon
exchanged an affectionate good night with her and Joe, and
went up to bed. When I got into my little room, I sat
down and took a long look at it, as a mean little room that
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I should soon be parted from and raised above, for ever.
It was furnished with fresh young remembrances too, and
even at the same moment I fell into much the same con-
fused division of mind between it and the better rooms to
which I was going, as I had been in so often between the
forge and Miss Havisham's, and Biddy and Estella.
The sun had been shining brightly all day on the roof of
my attic, and the room was warm. As I put the window
open and stood looking out, I saw Joe come slowly forth
at the dark door below, and take a turn or two in the air;
and then I saw Biddy come, and bring him a pipe and light
it for him. He never smoked so late, and it seemed to
hint to me that he wanted comforting, for some reason or
other.
He presently stood at the door immediately beneath me,
smoking his pipe, and Biddy stood there too, quietly talk-
ing to him, and I knew that they talked of me, for I heard
my name mentioned in an endearing tone by both of them
more than once. I would not have listened for more, if I
could have heard more : so, I drew away from the window,
and sat down in my one chair by the bedside, feeling it
very sorrowful and strange that this first night of my bright
fortunes should be the loneliest I had ever known.
Looking towards the open window, I saw light wreaths
from Joe's pipe floating there, and I fancied it was like a
blessing from Joe — not obtruded on me or paraded before
me, but pervading the air we shared together. I put my
light out, and crept into bed; and it was an uneasy bed
now, and I never slept the old sound sleep in it any more.
CHAPTER XIX.
MORNING made a considerable difference in my general
prospect of Life, and brightened it so much that it scarcely
seemed the same. What lay heaviest on my mind, was,
the consideration that six da\y a filler veiled between me and
the day of departure; for, I could not divest myself of a
misgiving that something might happen to London in the
meanwhile, and that, when I got there, it might be either
greatly deteriorated or clean gone.
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Joe and Biddy were very sympathetic and pleasant when
I spoke of our approaching separation; but they only re-
ferred to it when I did. After breakfast, Joe brought out
my indentures from the press in the best parlour, and we
put them in the fire, and I felt that I was free. With all
the novelty of my emancipation on me, I went to church
with Joe, and thought, perhaps the clergyman wouldn't
have read that about the rich man and the kingdom of
Heaven, if he had known all.
After our early dinner, I strolled out alone, proposing
to finish off the marshes at once, and get them done with.
As I passed the church, I felt (as I had felt during ser-
vice in the morning) a sublime compassion for the poor
creatures who were destined to go there, Sunday after Sun-
day, all their lives through, and to lie obscurely at last
among the low green mounds. I promised myself that I
would do something for them one of these days, and formed
a plan in outline for bestowing a dinner of roast- beef and
plum-pudding, a pint of ale, and a gallon of condescension,
upon everybody Jin the village.
If I had often thought before, with something allied to
shame, of my companionship with the fugitive whom I had
once seen limping among those graves, what were my
thoughts on this Sunday, when the place recalled the
wretch, ragged and shivering, with his felon iron and
badge! My comfort was, that it happened a long time
ago, and that he had doubtless been transported a long way
off, and that he was dead to me, and might be veritably
dead into the bargain.
No more low wet grounds, no more dykes and sluices, no
more of these grazing cattle — though they seemed, in their
dull manner, to wear a more respectful air now, and to face
round, in order that they might stare as long as possible at
the possessor of such great expectations — farewell, monot-
onous acquaintances of my childhood, henceforth I was for
London and greatness; not for smith's work in general and
for you ! I made my exultant way to the old Battery, and,
lying down there to consider the question whether Miss
Havisham intended me for Estella, fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was much surprised to find Joe sitting
beside me, smoking his pipe. He greeted me with a cheer-
ful smile on my opening my eyes, and said :
"As being the last time, Pip, I thought I'd f oiler."
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"And Joe, I am very glad you did so."
"Thankee, Pip."
" You may be sure, dear Joe," I went on, after we had
shaken hands, "that I shall never forget you."
"No, no, Pip!" said Joe, in a comfortable tone, "/'m
sure of that. Ay, ay, old chap ! Bless you, it were only
necessary to get it well round in a man's mind, to be cer-
tain on it. But it took a bit of time to get it well round,
the change come so oncommon plump; didn't it? "
Somehow, I was not best pleased with Joe's being so
mightily secure of me. I should have liked him to have
betrayed emotion, or to have said, "It does you credit,
Pip," or something of that sort. Therefore, I made no re-
mark on Joe's first head : merely saying as to his second,
that the tidings had indeed come suddenly, but that I had
always wanted to be a gentleman, and had often and often
speculated on when I would do, if I were one.
"Have you though? " said Joe. "Astonishing! "
"It's a pity now, Joe," said I, "that you did not get on
a little more, when we had our lessons here; isn't it? "
"Well, I don't know," returned Joe. "I'm so awful
dull. I'm only master of my own trade. It were always
a pity as I was so awful dull? but it's no more of a pity
now, than it was — this day twelvemonth — don't you see ! "
What I had meant was, that when I came into my prop-
erty and was able to do something for Joe, it would have
been much more agreeable if he had been better qualified
for a rise in station. He was so perfectly innocent of my
meaning, however, that I thought I would mention it to
Biddy in preference.
So, when we had walked home and had had tea, I took
Biddy into our little garden by the side of the lane, and,
after throwing out in a general way for the elevation of her
spirits, that I should never forget her, said I had a favour
to ask of her.
"And it is, Biddy," said I, "that you will not omit any
opportunity of helping Joe on, a little."
" How helping him on? " asked Biddy, with a steady
sort of glance.
" Well ! Joe is a dear good fellow — in fact, I think he
is the dearest fellow that ever lived — but he is rather back-
ward in some things. For instance, Biddy, in his learning
and his manners."
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Although I was looking at Biddy as I spoke, and al-
though she opened her eyes very wide when I had spoken,
she did not look at me.
" Oh, his manners ! won't his manners do, then? " asked
Biddy, plucking a black-currant leaf.
" My dear Biddy, they do very well here "
" Oh ! they do very well here? " interrupted Biddy, look-
ing closely at the leaf in her hand.
" Hear me out — but if I were to remove Joe into a higher
sphere, as I shall hope to remove him when I fully come
into my property, they would hardly do him justice."
" And don't you think he knows that? " asked Biddy.
It was such a provoking question (for it had never in the
most distant manner occurred to me), that I said, snap-
pishly, "Biddy, what do you mean?"
Biddy having rubbed the leaf to pieces between her
hands — and the smell of a black-currant bush has ever
since recalled to, me that evening in the little garden by the
side of the lane — said, " Have you never considered that
he may be proud? "
" Proud? " I repeated, with disdainful emphasis.
"Oh! there are many kinds of pride," said Biddy, look-
ing full at me and shaking her head; "pride is not all of
one kind "
" Well? What are you stopping for? " said I.
" Not all of one kind," resumed Biddy. " He may be too
proud to let any one take him out of a place that he is com-
petent to fill, and fills well and with respect. To tell you
the truth, I think he is : though it sounds bold in me to say
so, for you must know him far better than I do."
"Now, Biddy," said I, "I am very sorry to see this in
you. I did not expect to see this in you. You are envious,
Biddy, and grudging. You are dissatisfied on account of
my rise in fortune, and you can't help showing it."
"If you have the heart to think so," returned Biddy,
"say so. Say so over and over again, if you have the
heart to think so."
" If you have the heart to be so, you mean, Biddy," said
I, in a virtuous and superior tone; "don't put it off upon
me. I am very sorry to see it, and it's a — it's a bad side
of human nature. I did intend to ask you to use any little
opportunities you might have after I was gone, of improv-
ing dear Joe. But after this, I ask you nothing. I am
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extremely sorry to see this in you, Biddy," I repeated.
"It's a — it's a bad side of human nature."
" Whether you scold me or approve of me," returned poor
Biddy, "you may equally depend upon my trying to do all
that lies in my power, here, at all times. And whatever
opinion you take away of me, shall make no difference in
my remembrance of you. Yet a gentleman should not be
unjust neither," said Biddy, turning away her head.
I again warmly repeated that it was a bad side of human
nature (in which sentiment, waiving its application, I have
since seen reason to think I was right), and I walked down
the little path away from Biddy, and Biddy went into the
house, and I went out at the garden gate and took a de-
jected stroll until supper-time; again feeling it very sor-
rowful and strange that this, the second night of my bright
fortunes, should be as lonely and unsatisfactory as the
first.
But, morning once more brightened my view, and I ex-
tended my clemency to Biddy, and we dropped the subject.
Putting on the best clothes I had, I went into town as
early as I could hope to find the shops open, and presented
myself before Mr^TrabJ^thetailor; who was having his
breakfast in the parlour behimTMs shop, and who did not
think it worth his while to come out to me, but called me
in to him.
" Well ! " said Mr. Trabb, in a hail-fellow-well-met kind
of way. " How are you, and what can I do for you? "
Mr. Trabb had sliced his hot roll into three feather beds,
and was slipping butter in between the blankets, and cov-
ering it up. He was a prosperous old^hachelor, and his
open window looked into a prosperous little garden and
orchard, and there was a prosperous iron safe let into the
wall at the side of his fireplace, and I did not doubt that
heaps of his prosperity were put away in it in bags.
"Mr. Trabb," said I, "it's an unpleasant thing to have
to mention, because it looks like boasting; but I have come
into a handsome property."
A change passed over Mr. Trabb. He forgot the butter
in bed, got up from the bedside, and wiped his fingers on
the table-cloth, exclaiming, " Lord bless my soul ! "
" I am going up to my guardian in London," said I, casu-
ally drawing some guineas out of my pocket and looking
at them; " and I want a fashionable suit of clothes to go in
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I wish to pay for them," I added — otherwise I thought he
might only pretend to make them — "with ready money."
"My dear sir," said Mr. Trabb, as he respectfully bent
his body, opened Ms arms, and took the liberty of touching
me on the outside of each elbow, " don't hurt me by men-
tioning that. May I venture to congratulate you? Would
you do me the favour of stepping into the shop? "
Mr. Trabb's-teoy.~was the most audacious boy in all that
country-side. When 1 had entered he was sweeping the
shop, and he had sweetened his labours by sweeping over
me. He was still sweeping when I came out into the shop
with Mr. Trabb, and he knocked the broom against all pos-
sible corners and obstacles, to express (as I understood it)
equality with any blacksmith, alive or dead.
"Hold that noise," said Mr. Trabb, with the greatest
sternness, "or I'll knock your head off! Do me the favour
to be seated, sir. Now, this," said Mr. Trabb, taking
down a roll of cloth, and tiding it out in a flowing manner
over the counter, preparatory to getting his hand under it
to show the gloss, " is a very sweet article. I can recom-
mend it for your purpose, sir, because it really is extra
super. But you shall see some others. Give me Number
Four, you!" (To the boy, and with a dreadfully severe
stare; foreseeing the danger of that miscreant's brushing
me with it, or making some other sign of familiarity.)
Mr. Trabb never removed his stern eye from the boy un-
til he had deposited number four on the counter and was
at a safe distance again. Then, he commanded him to
bring number five, and number eight. " And let me have
none of your tricks here," said Mr. Trabb, "or you shall
repent it, you young scoundrel, the longest day you have
to live."
Mr. Trabb then bent over number four, and in a sort of
deferential confidence recommended it to me as a light ar-
ticle for summer wear, an article much in vogue among the
nobility and gentry, an article that it would ever be an
honour to him to reflect upon a distinguished fellow-towns-
man's (if he might claim me for a fellow-townsman) having
worn. "Are you bringing numbers five and eight, you
vagabond," said Mr. Trabb to the boy after that, " or shall
I kick you out of the shop and bring them myself? "
I selected the materials for a suit, with the assistance of
Mr. Trabb's judgment, and re-entered the parlour to be
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measured. For, although Mr. Trabb had my measure al-
ready, and had previously been quite contented with it, he
said apologetically that it " wouldn't do under existing cir-
cumstances, sir — wouldn't do at all." So, Mr. Trabb
measured and calculated me in the parlour, as if I were an
estate and he the finest species of surveyor, and gave him-
self such a world of trouble that I felt that no suit of
clothes could possibly remunerate him for his pains. When
he had at last done and had appointed to send the articles
to Mr. Pumblechook's on the Thursday evening, he said,
with his hand upon the parlour lock, "I know, sir, that
London gentlemen cannot be expected to patronise local
work, as a rule; but if you would give me a turn now and
then in the quality of a townsman, I should greatly esteem
it. Good morning, sir, much obliged. — Door!"
The last word was flung at the boy, who had not the
least notion what it meant. But I saw him collapse as his
master rubbed me out with his hands, and my first decided
experience of the stupendous power of money, was, that it
had morally laid upon his back, Trabb's boy.
After this memorable event, I went to the hatter's, and
the bootmaker's, and the hosier's, and felt rather like
Mother Hubbard's dog whose outfit required the services of
so many trades. I also went to the coach-office and took
my place for seven o'clock on Saturday morning. It was
not necessary to explain everywhere that I had come into
a handsome property; but whenever I said anything to
that effect, it followed that the officiating tradesman ceased
to have his attention diverted through the window by the
High-street, and concentrated his mind upon me. When
I had ordered everything I wanted, I directed my steps
towards Pumblechpok^s, and, as I approached that gentle-
man's place of business, I saw him standing at his door.
He was waiting for me with great impatience. He had
been out early with the chaise-cart, and had called at the
forge and heard the news. He had prepared a collation
for me in the Barnwell parlour, and he too ordered his
shopman to " come out of the gangway " as my sacred per-
son passed.
"My dear friend," said Mr.. Pumblechook; taking me by
both hands, when he and f anoTbEe colMion were alone,
" I give you joy of your good fortune. Well deserved, well
deserved ! "
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This was coming to the point, and I thought it a sensible
way of expressing himself.
"To think," said Mr. Pumblechook, after snorting ad-
miration at me for some moments, "that I should, have
been the humble instrument of leading up to this, is a
proud reward."
I begged Mr. Pumblechook to remember that nothing
was to be ever said or hinted, on that point.
"My dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook; "if
you will allow me to call you so "
I murmured " Certainly," and Mr. Pumblechook took me
by both hands again, and communicated a movement to his
waistcoat, which had an emotional appearance, though it
was rather low down, " My dear young friend, rely upon
my doing my little all in your absence, by keeping the fact
before the mind of Joseph — Joseph ! " said Mr. Pumble-
chook, in the way lof a compassionate adjuration. "Jo-
seph ! ! Joseph ! ! ! r Thereupon he shook his head and
tapped it, expressing his sense of deficiency in Joseph.
"But my dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook,
"you must be hungry, you must be exhausted. Be seated.
Here is a chicken had round from the Boar, here is a
tongue had round from the Boar, here's one or two little
things had round from the Boar, that I hope you may not
despise. But do I," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up
again the moment after he had sat down, " see afore me,
him as I ever sported with in his times of happy infancy?
And may I — may I ? "
This May I, meant might he shake hands? I consented,
and he was fervent, and then sat down again.
"Here is wine," said Mr. Pumblechook. "Let us
drink, Thanks to Fortune, and may she ever pick out her
favoiirites with equal judgment! And yet I cannot," said
Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, " see afore me One —
and likewise drink to One — without again expressing — May
I— may I ? "
I said he might, and he shook hands with me again, and
emptied his glass and turned it upside down. I did the
same; and if I had turned myself upside down before
drinking, the wine could not have gone more direct to my
head.
Mr. Pumblechook helped me to the liver wing, and to
the best slice of tongue (none of those out-of-the-way No
10
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Thoroughfares of Pork now), and took, comparatively
speaking, no care of himself at all. " Ah ! poultry, poul-
try! You little thought," said Mr. Pumblechook, apostro-
phising the fowl in the dish, "when you was a young
fledgeling, what was in store for yon. You little thought
you was to be refreshment beneath this humble roof for one
as — Call it a weakness, if you will," said Mr. Pumble-
chook, getting up again, "but may I? may I ? "
It began to be unnecessary to repeat the form of saying
he might, so he did it at once. How he ever did it so often
without wounding himself with my knife, I don't know.
" And your sister," he resumed, after a little steady eat-
ing, " which had the honour of bringing you up by hand !
It's a sad picter, to reflect that she's no longer equal to
fully understanding the honour. May "
I saw he was about to come at me again, and I stopped
him.
"We'll drink her health," said I.
" Ah ! " cried Mr. Pumblechook, leaning back in his
chair, quite flaccid with admiration, "that's the way you
know 'em, sir ! " (I don't know who Sir was, but he cer-
tainly was not I, and there was no third person present);
"that's the way you know the noble-minded, sir! Ever
forgiving and ever affable. It might," said the servile
Pumblechook, putting down his untasted glass in a hurry
and getting up again, "to a common person, have the ap-
pearance of repeating — but may I ? "
When he had done it, he resumed his seat and drank to
my sister. "Let us never be blind," said Mr. Pumble-
chook, " to her faults of temper, but it is to be hoped she
meant well."
At about this time, I began to observe that he was get-
ting flushed in the face; as to myself, I felt all face,
steeped in wine and smarting.
I mentioned to Mr. Pumblechook that I wished to have
my new clothes sent to his house, and he was ecstatic on
my so distinguishing him. I mentioned my reason for de-
siring to avoid observation in the village, and he lauded it
to the skies. There was nobody but himself, he intimated,
worthy of my confidence, and — in short, might he? Then
he asked me tenderly if I remembered our boyish games at
sums, and how we had gone together to have me bound
apprentice, and, in effect, how he had ever been my favourite
GREAT EXPECTATIONS. 147
fancy and my chosen friend? If I had taken ten times as
many glasses of wine as I had, I should have known that he
never had stood in that relation towards me, and should in
my heart of hearts have repudiated the idea. Yet for all
that, I remember feeling convinced that I had been much
mistaken in him, and that he was a sensible practical good-
hearted prime fellow.
By degrees he fell to reposing such great confidence in
me, as to ask my advice in reference to his own affairs.
He mentioned that there was an opportunity for a great
amalgamation and monopoly of the corn and seed trade on
those premises, if enlarged, such as had never occurred be-
fore in that, or any other neighbourhood. What alone was
wanting to the realisation of a vast fortune, he considered
to be More Capital. Those were the two little words, more
capital. Now it aplpeared to him (Pumblechook) that if
that capital were gotfinto the business, through a sleeping
partner, sir — which sleeping partner would have nothing
to do but walk in, by self or deputy, whenever he pleased,
and examine the books — and walk in twice a year and take
his profits away in his pocket, to the tune of fifty per cent.
— it appeared to him that that might be an opening for a
young gentleman of spirit combined with property, which
would be worthy of his attention. But what did I think?
He had great confidence in my opinion, and what did I
think? I gave it as my opinion. "Wait a bit!" The
united vastness and distinctness of this view so struck him,
that he no longer asked me if he might shake hands with
me, but said he really must — and did.
We drank all the wine, and Mr. Pumblechook pledged
himself over and over again to keep Joseph up to the mark
(I don't know what mark), and to render me efficient and
constant service (I don't know what service). He also
made known to me for the first time in my life, and cer-
tainly after having kept his secret wonderfully well, that
he had always said of me, " That boy is no common boy,
and mark me. his fortun' will be no common fortun'." ' He
said with a fearful smile that it was a singular thing to
think of now/and I Said so too Finally, I went out into
the air, with a dim perception that there was something
unwonted in the conduct of the sunshine, and found that I
had slumberously got to the turnpikewithout having taken
any account of the road.
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There, I was roused by Mr. Pumblecliook's hailing me.
He was a "long way down the sunny street, and was making
expressive gestures for me to stop. I stopped, and he
eame up breathless.
"No, my dear friend," said he, when he had recovered
wind for speech. " Not if I can help it This occasion
shall not entirely pass without that affability on your part.
— May I, as an old friend and well-wisher? May I? "
We shook hands for the hundredth time at least, and he
ordered a young carter out of my way with the greatest
indignation. Then, he blessed me, and stood waving his
hand to me until I had passed the crook in the road; and
then I turned into a field and had a long nap under a hedge
before I pursued my way home.
I had-scanj; luggage to take with me to London, for little
of thft liftlp. T possessedwas adapted to my new station.
But, I began packing tnat s~kme afternoon, and wildly
packed-itpthings that I knew I should want next morning,
in ajjctioiT^hat there was not a moment to be lost.
So/Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, passed; and
on Friday morning I went to Mr. Pumblechook's, to put
on my new clothes and pay my visit to Miss Havisham.
Mr. Pumblechook's own room was given up to me to dress
in, and was decorated with clean towels expressly for the
event. My clothes were rather a disappointment, of
course. Probably every new and eagerly expected garment
ever put on since clothes came in, fell a^trifle short of the
wearer's expectation. But after I hadhad my new suit
on, some half an hour, and had gone through an immensity
of posturing with Mr. Pumblechook's very limited dress-
ing-glass, in the futile endeavour to see my legs, it seemed
to fit me better. It being market morning at a neighbour-
ing town some ten miles off, Mr. Pumblechook was not at
home. I had not told him exactly when I meant to leave,
and was not likely to shake hands with him again before
^ was all as it should _be^ and I went out
in my^pjwarra^l teariuiiy ashamed of having to pass the
shopmaftTlignrsuspicious after all that I was at a personal
disadvantage, something like Joe's in his Sunday suit.
I went circuitously to Miss Havisham's by all the back
ways, and rang at the bell constrainedly, ou accorislnpTthe
sj^ff long fingers of my gloves? SaTalrToc^elrnasreto the
gate, and positively ^eeleSxback when she saw me so
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changed; her walnut-shell countenance likewise, turned
from brown to green and yellow.
"You?" said she. "You? Good gracious! What do
you want? "
"I am going to London, Miss Pocket," said I, "and
want to say good bye to Miss Havisham."
I was not expected, for she left me locked in the yard,
while she went to ask if I were to be admitted. After a
very short delay, she returned and took me up, staring at
me all the way.
Miss Havisham was taking exercise in the room with the
long spread table, leaning on her crutch stick. The room
was lighted as of yore, and at the sound of her entrance,
she stopped and turned. She was then just abreast of the
rotted bride-cake. \
"Don't go, Sarah,7 she said. "Well, Pip? "
" I start for London, Miss Havisham, to-morrow," I was
exceedingly careful what I said, " and I thought you would
kindly not mind my taking leave of you."
"This is a gay figure, Pip," said she, making her crutch
stick play round me, as if she, the fairy godmother who had
changed me, were bestowing the finishing gift.
" I have come into such good fortune since I saw you
last, Miss Havisham," I murmured. "And I am so grate-
ful for it, Miss Havisham ! "
" Ay, ay ! " said she, looking at the discomfited and envi-
ous Sarah, with delight. " I have seen Mr. Jaggers. I
have heard about it, Pip. So you go to-morrow? "
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
" And you are adopted by a rich person? "
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
" Not named? "
"No, Miss Havisham."
" And Mr. Jaggers is made your guardian? n
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
She quite gloated on these questions and answers, so
keen was her enjoyment of Sarah Pocket's jealous dismay.
"Well! ""she went on; "you have a promising career be-
fore you. Be good — deserve it — and abide by Mr. Jag-
gers' s instructions." She looked at me, and looked at Sa-
jah, and Sarah's countenance wrung out of her watchful
face a cruel smile. "Good bye, Pip! — you will always
keep the name of Pip, you know."
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"Yes, Miss Havisham."
"Goodbye, Pip!"
She stretched out her hand, and I went down on my
knee and put it to my lips. I had not considered how 1
should take leave of her; ik_came naturally to me at the
moment, to do this. She looked at Sarah PockeFwith tri-
umph in her weird eyes, and so I left my fairy godmother,
with both her hands on her crutch stick, standing in the
midst of the dimly lighted room beside the rotten bride-cake
that was hidden in cobwebs.
Sarah Pocket conducted me down, as if I were a host who
must be seen out. She could not get over my appearance,
and was in the last degree confounded. I said " Good bye,
Miss Pocket; " but she merely stared, and did not seem
collected enough to know that I had spoken. Clear of the
house, I made the best of my way back to Pumblechook's,
took off my new clothes, made them into a bundle, and went
back home in my older dress, carrying it — to speak the
truth — much more at my ease too, though I had the bun-
dle to carry.
And now, those six days which were to have run out so
slowly, had run out fast and were gone, and to-morrow
looked me in the face more steadily than I could look at it.
As the six evenings had dwindled away to five, to four, to
three, to two, I had become more anoTmore appreciative of
the society of Joe and Biddy. On this last evening, I
dressed myself out in my new clothes, for their delight,
and sat in my splendour until bedtime. We had a hot
supper on the occasion, graced by the inevitable roast fowl,
and we had some flip to finish with. We were all very
low, and none the higher for pretending to be in spirits.
I was to leave our village at five in the morning, carry-
ing my little hand-portmanteau, and I had told Joe that I
wished to walk away all alone. I am afraid — sore afraid
— that this purpose originated in my sense of the contrast
there would be between me and Joe, if we went to the
coach together. I had pretended with myself that there
was nothing of this taint in the arrangement; but when I
went up to my little room on this last night, I felt com*
pelled to admit that it might be done so, and had an im^
pulse upon me to go down again and entreat Joe to walk
with me in the morning. I did not.
All night there were coaches in my broken sleep, going
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to wrong places instead of to London, and having in the
traces, now dogs, now cats, now pigs, now men — never
horses. Fantastic failures of journeys occupied me until
the day dawned and the birds were singing. Then, I got
up and partly dressed, and sat at the window to take a
last look out, and in taking it fell asleep.
Biddy was astir so early to get my breakfast, that,
although I did not sleep at the window an hour, I smelt
the smoke of the kitchen fire when I started up with a
terrible idea that it must be late in the afternoon. But
long after that, and long after I heard the clinking of the
teacups and was quite ready, I wanted the resolution to go
downstairs. After all, I remained up there, repeatedly
unlocking and unstrappjing my small portmanteau and lock-
ing and strapping it ^ip again, until Biddy called to me
that I was late.
It was a hurried breakfast with no taste in it. I got up
from the meal, saying with a sort of briskness, as if it had
only just occurred to me, " Well ! I suppose I must be
off! " and then I kissed my sister, who was laughing, and
nodding and shaking in her usual chair, and kissed Biddy,
and threw my arms around Joe's neck. Then I took up
my little portmanteau and walked out. The last I saw of
them was, when I presently heard a scuffle behind me, and
looking back, saw Joe throwing an old shoe after me and
Biddy throwing another old shoe. I stopped then, to
wave my hat, and dear old Joe waved his strong right arm
above his head, crying huskily, " Hooroar ! " and Biddy
put her apron to her face.
I walked away at a good pace, thinking it was easier to
go than I had supposed it would be, and reflecting that it
would never have done to have an old shoe thrown after the
coach, in sight of all the High-street. I whistled and
made nothing of going. But the village was very peaceful
and quiet, and the light mists were solemnly rising, as if
to show me the world, and I had been so innocent and lit-
tle there, and all beyond was so unknown and great, that
in a moment with a strong heave and sob I broke into tears.
It was by the finger-post at the end of the village, and I
laid my hand upon it, and said, " Good bye, O my dear,
,dear friend ! "
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears,
for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying
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our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before
— more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more
gentle. If I had cried before, I should have had Joe with
me then.
So subdued I was by those tears, and by their breaking
out again in the course of the quiet walk, that when I was
on the coach, and it was clear of the town, I deliberated
with an aching heart whether I would not get down when
we changed horses and walk back, and have another even-
ing at home, and a better parting. We changed, and I had
not made up my mind, and still reflected for my comfort
that it would be quite practicable to get down and walk
back, when we changed again. And while I was occupied
with those deliberations, I would fancy an exact resem-
blance to Joe in some man coming along the road towards
us, and my heart would beat high. — As if he could possibly
be there !
We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late
and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had
all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before
me.
THIS IS THE END OF THE FIRST STAGE OF PIP'S
EXPECTATIONS.
CHAPTER XX.
THE journey from our__town to the metropolis, was a
journey of abouT^ve^ours^ It was~~a~ little' past mid-day
when the four-horse stage-coach by which I was a passen-
ger, got into the ravel of traffic grayed out by the Cross
Keys, Wood-street, Cheapside, London.
We Britons had at that time particularly settled that it
was treasonable to doubt our having and our being the best
of everytKmgl otherwise, while I was scared by the im-
mensity of London, I think I might have had some fjii^t
doubts whether it was not rather ugly, crooked, narrow,
and dirty.
Mr. Jaggers had duly sent me his address; it wagXittle
Britain, and he had written after it on his card, " just out
oiMSimthneldr-ftnd close by the coach-office." Neverthe-
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less, a hackney-coachman, who seemed to have as many
capes to his greasy great-coat as he was years old, packed
me up in his coach and hemmed me in with a folding and
jingling barrier of steps, as if he were going to take me fifty
miles. His getting on his box, which I remember to have
been decorated with an old weatherfstained) pea-green
hammercloth, moth-eaten into rags, was j^uifo a wnrlc of
th six
It was a wonderful je^uipagej, with sixgreat coronets
outside, and ragged things benmd for I don't know how
many footmen" to1 huld on by, and a harrow below them, to
prevent amateur footmen from yielding to the temptation.
I had scarcely had time to enjoy the coach and to think
how like a straw-yard it was, and yet how like a rag-shop,
and to wonder why thej horses' nose-bags were kept inside,
when I observed the coachman beginning to get down, as
if we were going to step presently. And stop we presently
did, in a gloomy street, at certain offices with an open door,
whereon was painted MB. JAGGEBS.
"How much? " I asked the coachman.
The coachman answered, " A shilling — unless you wish
to make it more."
I naturally said I had no wish to make it more.
"Then it must be a shilling," observed the coachman.
"I don't want to get into trouble. I know him!" He
darkly closed an eye at Mr. Jaggers's name, and shook his
head.
When he had got his shilling, and had in course of time
completed the ascent to his box, and had got away (which
appeared to relieve his mind), I went into the front office
with my little portmanteau in my hand, and asked, was
Mr. Jaggers at home?
"He is not," returned the clerk. "He is in Court at
present. Am I addressing Mr. Pip? "
I signified that he was addressing Mr. Pip.
"Mr. Jaggers left word would you wait in his room.
He couldn't say how long he might be, having a case on.
But it stands to reason, his time being valuable, that he
won't be longer than he can help."
With those words, the clerk opened a door, and ushered
me into an inner chamber at the back. Here we found a
gentleman with one eye, in a velveteen suit and knee-
'Bfeeches, who wiped his nose with his sleeve on being in-
terrupted in the perusal of the newspaper.
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" Go and wait outside, Mike^' said the clerk.
I began to say that I hoped I was not interrupting
when the clerk shoved this gentleman out with as little
ceremony as I ever saw used, and tossing his fur cap out
after him, left me alone.
Mr. Jaggers's room was lighted by a skylight only, and
was a most dismal place; the skylight, eccentrically
patched like a broken head, and the distorted adjoining
houses looking as if they had twisted themselves to peep
down at me through it. There were not so many papers
about, as I should have expected to see; and there were
some odd objects about, that I should not have expected to
see — such as an old rusty pistol, a sword in a scabbard,
several strange-looking boxes and packages, and two dread-
ful casts on a shelf, of faces peculiarly swollen, and twitchy
about the nose. Mr. Jaggers's own high-backed chair was
of deadly black horse-hair, with rows of brass nails round
it, like a coffin; and I -fancied I could see how he leaned
back in it, and bit his forefinger at the clients. The room
was but small, and the clients seemed to have had a habit
of backing up against the wall : the wall, especially oppo-
site to Mr. Jaggers's chair, being greasy with shoulders.
I recalled, too, that the one-eyed gentleman had shuffled
forth against the wall when I was the innocent cause of his
being turned out.
I sat down in the cliental chair placed over against Mr.
Jaggers's chair, and became fascinated by the dismal at-
mosphere of the place. I called to mind that the clerk had
the same air of knowing something to everybody else's
disadvantage, as his master had. I wondered how many
other clerks there were upstairs, and whether they all
claimed to have the same detrimental mastery of their
fellow-creatures. I wondered what was the history of
all the odd litter about the room, and how it came there.
I wondered whether the two swollen faces were of Mr.
Jaggers's family, and, if he were so unfortunate as to
have had a pair of such ill-looking relations, why he stuck
them on that dusty perch for the blacks and flies to settle
on, instead of giving them a place at home. Of course I
had no experience of a London summer day, and my
spirits may have been oppressed by the hot exhausted
air, and by the dust and grit that lay thick on everything.
But I sat wondering and waiting in Mr. Jaggers's close
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room, until I really could not bear the two casts on the
shelf above Mr. Jaggers's chair, and got up and went out.
When I told the clerk that I would take a turn in the
air while I waited, he advised me to go round the corner
and I should come into Smithfield. So, I came into
Smithfield; and the shameluTplaceT^being all asmear with
filth and fat and blood and foam, seemed to stick to me.
So I rubbed it off with all possible speed by turning into a
street where I saw the great black dome of Saint Paul's
bulging at me from behind a grim stone building which a
bystander said was Newgate Prison. Following the wall
of the jail, I found tKe roadway covered with straw to deaden
the noise of passing vehicles; and from this, and from the
quantity of people standing about, smelling strongly of
spirits and beer, I inferred that the trials were on.
While I looked about me here, an exceedingly dirty and
partially drunk minister of justice asked me if I would like
to step in and hear a trial or so : informing me that he could
give me a front place for half-a-crown, whence I should
command a full view of the Lord Chief Justice in his wig
and robes — mentioning that awful personage like waxwork,
and presently offering him at the reduced price of eighteen-
pence. As I declined the proposal on the plea of an ap-
pointment, he was so good as to take me into a yard and
show me where the gallows was kept, and also where peo-
ple were publicly whipped, and then he showed me the
Debtors:' Door, out of which culprits came to be hanged;
heightening" the interest of that dreadful portal by giving
me to understand that " four on 'em " would come out at
that door the day after to-morrow at eight in the morning
to be killed in a row. This was horrible, and gave me a
sickening idea of London : the more so as the Lord Chief
Justice's proprietor wore (from his hat down to his boots
and up again to his pocket-handkerchief inclusive) mil-
dewed clothes, which had evidently not belonged to him
originally, and which, I took it into my head, he had
bought cheap of the executioner Under these circum-
stances I thought myself well rid of him for a shilling.
I dropped into the office to ask if Mr. Jaggers had come
in yet, and I found he had not, and I strolled out again.
Tliis time, I made the tour of Little Britain, and turned
into Bartholomew Close; and now I became aware that
other people were waiting about for Mr. Jaggers, as well as
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I. There were two men of secret appearance lounging in
^Bartholcuaew-Ofose, and thoughtfully fitting their feet into
the cracks of the pavement as they talked together, one of
whom said to the other when they first passed me, that
" Jaggers would do it if it was to be done." There was a
knot of three men and two women standing at a corner, and
one of the women was crying on her dirty shawl, and the
other comforted her by saying, as she pulled her own shawl
over her shoulders, " Jaggers is for him, 'Melia, and what
more could you have? " There was a red-eyed little Jew
who came into the Close while I was loitering there, in
company with a second little Jew whom he sent upon an
errand; and while the messenger was gone, I remarked
this Jew, who was of a highly excitable temperament, per-
forming a jig of anxiety under a lamp-post, and accompany-
ing himself, in a kind of frenzy, with the words, " Oh Jag-
gerth, Jaggerth, Jaggerth! all otherth ith Cag-Maggerth,
give me Jaggerth ! " These testimonies to the popularity
of my guardian made a deep impression on me, and I
admired and wondered more than ever.
At length, as I was looking out at the iron gate of Bar-
tholomew Close into Little Britain, I saw Mr. Jaggers
coming across the road towards me. All the others who
were waiting, saw him at the same time, and there was
quite a rush at him. Mr. Jaggers, putting a hand on my
shoulder and walking me on at his side without saying any-
thing to me, addressed himself to his followers.
First, he took the two secret men.
"Now, I have nothing to say to you," said Mr. Jaggers,
throwing his finger at them. " I want to know no more
than I know. As to the result, it's a toss-up. I told you
from the first it was a toss-up. Have you paid Wej»-
e made the money up this morning, sir," said one of
the men submissively, while the other perused Mr. Jag-
gers 's face.
"I don't ask you when you made it up, or where, or
whether you made it up at all. Has Wemmick got it? "
"Yes, sir," said both the men together.
"Very well; then you may go. Now, I won't have it! "
said Mr. Jaggers, waving his hand at them to put them
behind him. "If you say a word to me, I'll throw up the
case.*'
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" We thought, Mr. Jaggers " one of the men began,
pulling off his hat.
"That's what I told you not to do," said Mr. Jaggers.
" You thought! I think for you; that's enough for you.
If I want you, I know Avhere to find you; I don't want
you to find me. Now I won't have it. I won't hear a
word."
The two men looked at one another as Mr. Jaggers
waved them behind again, and humbly fell back and were
heard no more.
" And now you ! " said Mr. Jaggers, suddenly stopping,
and turning on the tyo women with the shawls, from
whom the three men had meekly separated — " Oh ! Amelia,
is it?"
"Yes, Mr. Jaggers."
"And do you remember," retorted Mr. Jaggers, "that
but for me you wouldn't be here and couldn't be here? "
" Oh yes, sir ! " exclaimed both women together. " Lord
bless you, sir, well we knows that! "
"Then why," said Mr. Jaggers, "do you come here?"
"My Bill, sir!" the crying woman pleaded.
" Now, I tell you what ! " said Mr. Jaggers. " Once for
all. If you don't know that your Bill's in good hands, I
know it. And if you come here, bothering about your
Bill, I'll make an example of both your Bill and you, and
let him slip through my fingers. Have you paid Wem-
mick? "
"Oh yes, sir! Every farden."
" Very well. Then you have done all you have got to
do. Say another word — one single word — and Wemmick
shall give you your money back."
This terrible threat caused the two women to fall off
immediately. No one remained now but the excitable
Jew, who had already raised the skirts of Mr. Jaggers 's
coat to his lips several times.
" I don't know this man? " said Mr. Jaggers, in the most
devastating strain. "What does this fellow want?"
" Ma thear Mithter Jaggerth. Hown brother to Habra-
ham Latharuth? "
"Who's he?" said Mr. Jaggers. "Let go of my coat "
/^The suitor, kissing the hem of the garment again before
relinquishing it, replied, " Habraham Latharuth, on thuth-
pithion of plate."
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"You're too late," said Mr. Jaggers "I am over the
way."
" Holy father, Mithter Jaggerth ! " cried my excitable
acquaintance, turning white, " don't thay you're again Ha-
braham Latharuth ! "
"I am," said Mr. Jaggers, "and there's an end of it.
Get out of the way."
"Mithter Jaggerth! Half a moment! My hown
cuthen'th gone to Mithter Wemmick at thith prethenth
minute to hoffer him hany termth. Mithter Jaggerth!
Half a quarter of a moment ! If you'd have the conde-
thenthun to be brought off from the t'other thide — at any
thuperior prithe ! — money no object ! — Mithter Jaggerth —
Mithter—-!"
My guardian threw his supplicant off with supreme indif-
ference, and left him dancing on the pavement as if it were
red-hot. Without further interruption, we reached the
front office, where we found the clerk and the man in vel-
veteen with the fur cap.
"Here's Mike," said the clerk, getting down from his
stool, and approaching Mr. Jaggers confidentially.
" Oh ! " said Mr. Jaggers, turning to the man who was
pulling a lock of hair in the middle of his forehead, like
the Bull in Cock Kobin pulling at the bell-rope; "your
man comes on this afternoon. Well? "
"Well, Mas'r Jaggers," returned Mike, in the voice of a
sufferer from a constitutional cold; "arter a deal o' trou-
ble, I've found one, sir, as might do."
" What is he prepared to swear? "
"Well, Mas'r Jaggers," said Mike, wiping his nose on
his fur cap this time; "in a general way, anythink."
Mr. Jaggers suddenly became most irate. "Now, I
warned you before," said he, throwing his forefinger at the
terrified client, " that if ever you presumed to talk in that
way here, I'd make an example of you. You infernal
scoundrel, how dare you tell ME that? "
The client looked scared, but bewildered too, as if he
were unconscious what he had done.
" Spooney ! " said the clerk, in a low voice, giving him a
stir with his elbow. " Soft Head ! Need you say it face
to face? "
"Now, I ask you, you blundering booby," said my
guardian, very sternly, " once more and for the last time,
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what the man you have brought here is prepared to
swear? "
Mike looked hard at my guardian, as if he were trying to
learn a lesson from his face, and slowly replied, " Ayther
to character, or to having been in his company and never
left him all the night in question."
" Now, be careful. In what station of life is this man? "
Mike looked at his cap, and looked at the floor, and
looked at the ceiling, and looked at the clerk, and even
looked at me, before beginning to reply in a nervous man-
ner, "We've dressed him up like " when my guardian
blustered out:
" What? You WILL, will you? "
(" Spooney ! " added the clerk again, with another stir.)
After some helpless casting about, Mike brightened and
began again :
" He is dressed like a 'spectable pieman. A sort of a
pastry-cook."
" Is he here? " asked my guardian.
"I left him," said Mike, "a setting on some doorsteps
round the corner."
"Take him past that window, and let me see him."
The window indicated, was the office window. We all
three went to it, behind the wire blind, and presently saw
the client go by in an accidental manner, with a murderous-
looking tall individual, in a short suit of white linen and a
paper cap. This guileless confectioner was not by any
means sober, and had a black eye in the green stage of re-
covery, which was painted over.
"Tell him to take his witness away directly," said my
guardian to the clerk, in extreme disgust, " and ask him
what he means by bringing such a fellow as that."
My guardian then took me into his own room, and while
he lunched, standing, from a sandwich-box and a pocket
flask of sherry (he seemed to bully his very sandwich as he
ate it), informed me what arrangements he had made for
me. I was to go to "Barnard's Iijn," to_ypung Mr.J£ocket's
rooms, where a bed had Been^senffTn for my-^ccommoda-
tion; I was to remain with young Mr. Pocket until Mon-
day; on Monday I was to go with him to his father's house
on/3, visit, that I might try how I liked it. Also, I was
told what my allowance was to be — it was a very liberal
one — and had handed to me from one of my guardian's
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drawers, the cards of certain tradesmen with whom I was
to deal for all kinds of clothes, and such other things as I
could in reason want. " You will find your credit good,
Mr. Pip," said my guardian, whose flask of sherry smelt
like a whole cask-full, as he hastily refreshed himself,
" but I shall by this means be able to check your bills, and
to pull you up if I find you outrunning the constable. Of
course you'll go wrong somehow, but that's no fault of
mine."
After I had pondered a little over this encouraging sen-
timent, I asked Mr. Jaggers if I could send for a coach?
He said it was not worth while, I was so near my destina-
tion^ Wemmick should walk round with me, if I pleased.
I then found that Wemmick was the clerk in the next
room . Another clerk was rung down from upstairs to take
his place while he was out, and I accompanied him into the
street, after shaking hands with my guardian. We found
a new set of people lingering outside, but Wemmick made
a way among them by saying coolly yet decisively, " I tell
you it's no use; he won't have a word to say to one of you; "
and we soon got clear of them, and went on side by side.
CHAPTER XXI.
CASTING my eyes on Mj\ Wemmick as we went along,
to see what he was like in £EeTight>6f day, I found him to
be a dry man, rather short in stature, with a square wooden
face, whose expression seemed to have been imperfectly
chipped out with a dull-edged chisel. There were some
marks in it that might have been dimples, if the material
had been softer and the instrument finer, but which, as it
was, were only dints. The chisel had made three or four
of these attempts at embellishment over his nose, but had
given them up without an effort to smooth them off. I
judged him to be a bachelor from the frayed condition of
his linen, and he appeared to have sustained a good many
bereavements; for he wore at least four mourning rings, be-
sides a brooch representing a lady and a weeping willow
at a tomb with an urn on it. I noticed, too, that several
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rings and seals hung at his watch chain, as if he were quite
laden with remembrances of departed friends. He had
glittering eyes — small, keen, and black — and thin wide
mottled lips. He had had them, to the best of my belief,
from forty to fifty years.
" So you were never in London before? " said Mr. Wem-
mick to me.
"No, "said I.
"/ was new here once," said Mr. Wemmick. "Rum to
think of now ! "
" You are well acquainted with it now? "
"Why, yes," said Mr. Wemmick. "I know the moves
of it."
" Is it a very wicke^ place? " I asked, more for the sake
of saying something than for information.
" You may get cheated, robbed, and murdered, in Lon-
don. But there are plenty of people anywhere, who'll do
that for you."
" If there is bad blood between you and them," said I,
to soften it off a little.
"Oh! I don't know about bad blood," returned Mr.
Wemmick. " There's not much bad blood about. They'll
do it, if there's anything to be got by it."
"That makes it worse."
" You think so? " returned Mr. Wemmick. " Much
about the same, I should say."
He wore his hat on the back of his head, and looked
straight before him : walking in a self-contained way as if
there were nothing in the streets to claim his attention. His
mouth was such a post-office of a mouth that he had a me-
chanical appearance of smiling. We had got to the top of
Holborn Hill before I knew that it was merely a mechanical
appearance, and that he was not smiling at all.
"Do you know where Mr. Matth£w Pocket lives?" I
asked Mr. Wemmick.
"Yes," said he, nodding in the direction. "AtJHam-
jnersmithj west of London."
~
" Well ! Say five miles."
" Do you know him? "
"Why, you are a regular cross-examiner!" said Mr.
Wemmick, looking at me with an approving air. " Yes,
him. 1 know him ! "
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There was an air of toleration or depreciation about his
utterance of these words, that rather depressed me; and I
was still looking sideways at his block of a face in search of
any encouraging note to the text, when he said here we
were at Barnard's Inn. My depression was not alleviated
by the announcement, for, I had supposed that establish-
ment to be an hotel kept by Mr.JBarnard,_to which the
Blue JJoar in oiiftown was a rner^TpuWuxhouse . Whereas
I now found Barnard to be a disembodied spirit, or a fic-
tion, and his inn the dingiest collection of shabby buildings
ever squeezed together in a rank corner as a club for Tom-
cats.
We entered this haven through a wicket-gate, and were
disgorged by an introductory passage into a melancholy lit-
tle square that looked to me like a flat bury ing-ground. I
thought it had the most dismal trees in it, and the most
dismal sparrows, and the most dismal cats, and the most
dismal houses (in number half a dozen or so), that I had
ever seen. I thought the windows of the sets of chambers
into which those houses were divided, were in every stage
of dilapidated blind and curtain, crippled flower-pot,
cracked glass, dusty decay, and miserable makeshift; while
To Let To Let To Let, glared at me from empty rooms,
as if no new wretches ever came there, and the vengeance
of the soul of Barnard were being slowly appeased by the
gradual suicide of the present occupants and their unholy
interment under the gravel. A frouzy morning of soot and
smoke attired this forlorn creation of Barnard, and it had
strewed ashes on its head, and was undergoing penance and
humiliation as a mere dust-hole. Thus far my sense of
sight; while dry rot and wet rot and all the silent rots that
rot in neglected roof and cellar — rot of rat and mouse and
bug and coaching-stables near at hand besides — addressed
themselves faintly to my sense of smell, and moaned, " Try
Barnard's Mixture."
So imperfect was this realisation of the first of my great
expectations, that I looked in dismay at Mr. Wemmick.
"Ah!" said he, mistaking me; "the retirement reminds
you of the country. So it does me."
He led me into a corner and conducted me up a flight of
stairs — which appeared to me to be slowly collapsing into
sawdust, so that one of those days the upper lodgers would
look out at their doors and find themselves without the
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means of coming down — to a set of chambers on the top
floor. MR. POCKET, JUN., was painted on the door, and
there was a label on the letter-box, " Return shortly."
" He hardly thought you'd come so soon," Mr. Wemmick
explained. " You don't want me any more? "
"No, thank you," said I.
"As I keep the cash," Mr. Wemmick observed, "we
shall most likely meet pretty often. Good day."
"Good day."
I put out my hand, and Mr. Wemmick at first looked at
it as if he thought I wanted something. Then he looked
at me, and said, correcting himself,
"To be sure! Yes. You're in the habit of shaking
hands? "
I was rather confused, thinking it must be out of the
London fashion, but said yes.
" I have got so out of it ! " said Mr, Wemmick — " except
at last. Very glad, I'm sure, to make your acquaintance.
Good day ! "
When we had shaken hands and he was gone, I opened
the staircase window and had nearly beheaded myself, for,
the lines had rotted away, and it came down like the guillo-
tine. Happily it was so quick that I had not put my head
out. After this escape, I was content to take a foggy view
of the Inn through the window's encrusting dirt, and to
stand dolefully looking out, saying to myself that London
was decidedly overrated.
Mr. Pocket, Junior's, idea of Shortly was not mine, for
I had nearly maddened myself with looking out for half an
hour, and had written my name with my finger several
times in the dirt of every pane in the window, before I
heard footsteps on the stairs. Gradually there arose before
me the hat, head, neckcloth, waistcoat, trousers, boots, of a
member of society of about my own standing. He had a
paper-bag under each arm and a pottle of strawberries in
one hand, and was out of breath.
"Mr. Pip?" said he.
" Mr. Pocket? " said I.
" Dear me ! " he exclaimed. " I am extremely sorry; but
I knew there was a coach from your part of the country at
midday, and I thought you would come by that one. The
fact-is, I have been out on your account — not that that is
any excuse — for I thought, coming from the country, you
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might like a little fruit after dinner, and I went to Covent
Garden-Market to get it good."
~nFor a reason that I had, I felt as if my eyes would start
out of my head. I acknowledged his attention incoherently,
and began to think this was a dream.
" Dear me ! " said Mr. Pocket, Junior. " This door sticks
so!"
As he was fast making jam of his fruit by wrestling
with the door while the paper-bags were under his arms, I
begged him to allow me to hold them. He relinquished
them with an agreeable smile, and combated with the door
as if it were a wild beast. It yielded so suddenly at last,
that he staggered back upon me, and I staggered back upon
the opposite door, and we both laughed. But still I felt as
if my eyes must start out of my head, and as if this must
be a dream.
"Pray come in," said Mr. Pocket, Junior. "Allow me
to lead the way. I am rather bare here, but I hope you'll
be able to make out tolerably well till Monday. My father
thought you would get on more agreeably through to-mor-
row with me than with him, and might like to take a walk
about London. I am sure I shall be very happy to show
London to you. As to our table, you won't find that bad,
I hope, for it will be supplied from our coffee-house here,
and (it is only right I should add) at your expense, such
being Mr. Jaggers's directions. As to our lodging, it's
not by any means splendid, because I have my own bread
to earn, and my father hasn't anything to give me, and I
shouldn't be willing to take it, if he had. This is our sit-
ting-room— just such chairs and tables and carpet and so
forth, you see, as they could spare from home. You mustn't
give me credit for the table-cloth and spoons and castors,
because they come for you from the coffee-house. This is
my little bedroom; rather musty, but Barnard's is musty.
This is your bedroom; the furniture's hired for the occasion,
but I trust it will answer the purpose; if you should want
anything, I'll go and fetch it. The chambers are retired,
and we shall be alone together, but we shan't fight, I dare
say. But, dear me, I beg your pardon, you're holding the
fruit all this time. Pray let me take these bags from you.
I am quite ashamed."
As I stood opposite to Mr. Pocket, Junior, delivering
him the bags, One, Two, I saw the starting appearance
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come into his own eyes that I knew to be in mine, and he
said, falling back :
"Lord bless me, you're the prowling boy! "
"And you," said I, "are the pale young gentleman! "
CHAPTER XXII.
THE pale young gentleman and I stood contemplating one
another in Barnard's Inn, until we both burst out laughing.
"The idea of its being you!" said he. "The idea of its
being you ! " said I. And then we contemplated one an-
other afresh, and laughed again. " Well ! " said the pale
young gentleman, reaching out his hand good-humouredly,
"it's all over now, I hope, and it will be magnanimous
in you if you'll forgive me for having knocked you about
so."
I derived from this speech thatJIr.^HerbejtJPocket (for
Herbert was the pale young gentleman's name) still rather
confounded his intention with his execution. But I made
a modest reply, and we shook hands warmly.
" You hadn't come into your good fortune at that time? "
said Herbert Pocket.
"No, "said I.
"No," he acquiesced: "I heard it had happened very
lately. / was rather on the look-out for good fortune
then."
" Indeed? "
" Yes. Miss Havisham had sent for me, to see if she
could take a fancv to me. But she couldn't — at all events,
she didn't."
I thought it polite to remark that I was surprised to
hear that.
"Bad taste," said Herbert, laughing, "but a fact. Yes,
she had sent for me on a trial visit, and if I had come
out of it successfully, I suppose I should have been pro-
vided for; perhaps I should have been what-you-may-
called it to Estella."
" What's that? " I asked, with sudden gravity.
He was arranging his fruit in plates while we talked,
which divided his attention, and was the cause of his hav-
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ing made this lapse of a word. "Affianced," he explained,
still busy with the fruit. "Betrothed. Engaged. What's-
his-uamed. Any word of that sort."
" How did you bear your disappointment? " I asked.
"Pooh!" said he, "I didn't care much for it. She's a
Tartar."
"MissHavisham?"
"I don't say no to that, but I meant Estella. That
girl's hard and haughty and capricious, to the last degree,
and has been brought up by Miss Havisham to wreak re-
venge on all the male sex."
/*' What relation is she to Miss Havisham? "
| "None," said he. "Only adopted."
A ^.Why should she wreak revenge on all the male sex?
What revenge? "
" Lord, Mr. Pip ! " said he. " Don't you know? "
"No," said I.
"Dear me! It's quite a story, and shall be saved till
dinner time. And now let me take the liberty of asking
you a question. How did you come there, that day? "
I told him, and he was attentive until I had finished,
and then burst out laughing again, and asked me if I was
sore afterwards? I didn't ask him if he was, for my con-
viction on that point was perfectly established.
" Mr. Jaggers is your guardian, I understand? " he went
on.
"Yes."
"You know he is Miss Havisham 's man of business
and solicitor, and has her confidence when nobody else
has? "
'' This was bringing me (I felt) towards dangerous ground.
I answered with a constraint I made no attempt to disguise,
that I had seen Mr. Jaggers in Miss Havisham' s house on
the very day of our combat, but never at any other time,
and that I believed he had no recollection of having ever
seen me there.
" He was so obliging as to suggest my father for your
tutor, and he called on my father to propose it. Of course
he knew about my father from his connection with Miss
Havisham. My father is- Miss-Hazisham's cousin; not
that that implies familiar intercourse between them, for he
is a bad courtier and will not propitiate her. "
Herbert Pocket had a frank and easy way with him that
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was very taking. I had never seen any one then, and I
have never seen any one since, who more strongly expressed
to me, in every look and tone, a natural incapacity to do any-
thing secret and mean. There was something wonderfully
hopeful about his general air, and something that at the
same time whispered to me he would never be very success-
ful or rich. I don't know how this was. I became imbued
with the notion on that first occasion before we sat down to
dinner, but I cannot define by what means.
He was still a pale young gentleman, and had a certain
conquered languor about him in the midst of his spirits and
briskness, that did not seem indicative of natural strength.
He had not a handsome f aceT^brrt it was better than hand-
some : being extremely amiable and cheerful. His figure
was a little ungainly, as in the days when my knuckles
had taken such liberties with it, but it looked as if it
would always be light and young. Whether Mr. Trabb's
local work would have sat more gracefully on him than on
me, may be a question; but I am conscious that he carried
off his rather old clothes, much better than I carried off
my new suit.
As he was so communicative, I felt that reserve on my
part would be a bad return unsuited to our years. I there-
fofe told him my small story, and laid stress on my
being forbidden to inquire who my benefactor was. I
further mentioned that as I had been brought up a black-
smith in a country place, and knew very little of the ways
of politeness, I would take it as a great kindness in him if
he would give me a hint whenever he saw me at a loss or
going wrong.
"With pleasure," said he, "though I venture to proph-
esy that you'll want very few hints. I dare say we shall
be often together, and I should like to banish any needless
restraint between us. Will you do me the favour to begin
at once to call me by my Christian name, Herbert? "
I thanked him, and said I would. I informed him in
exchange that my Christian name was Philip.
" I don't take to Philip," said he, smiling, " for it sounds
like a moral boy out of the spelling-book, who was so lazy
that he fell into a pond, or so fat that he couldn't see out of
his eyes, or so avaricious that he locked up his cake till the
mice ate it, or so determined to go a bird's-nesting that he
got himself eaten by bears who lived handy in the neigh-
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bourhood. I tell you what I should like. We are so har-
monious, and you have been a blacksmith — would you
mind it? "
"I shouldn't mind anything that you propose," I an-
swered, "but I don't understand you."
" Would you mind Handel for a familiar name? There's
a charming piece of music by Handel, called the Harmo-
nious Blacksmith."
" I should like it very much."
"Then, my dear IJandel." said he, turning round as the
door opened, " here isthedinner, and I must beg of you to
take the top of the table, because the dinner is of your
providing."
This I would not hear of, so he took the top, and I faced
him. It was a nice little dinner — seemed to me then, a
very Lord Mayor's Feast — and it acquired additional relish
from being eaten under those independent circumstances,
with no old people by, and with London all around us.
This again was heightened by a certain gipsy character
that set the banquet off; for, while the table was, as Mr.
Pumblechook might have said, the lap of luxury — being
entirely furnished forth from the coffee-house — the circum-
jacent region of sitting-room was of a comparatively pas-
tureless and shifty character : imposing on the waiter t"he
wandering habits of putting the covers on the floor (where
he fell over them), the melted butter in the armchair, the
bread on the bookshelves, the cheese in the coalscuttle,
and the boiled fowl into my bed in the next room — where I
found much of its parsley and butter in a state of congela-
tion when I retired for the night. All this made the feast
delightful, and when the waiter was not there to watch me,
my pleasure was without alloy.
We had made some progress in the dinner, when I re-
minded Herbert of his promise to tell me about Miss Hav-
isham.
"True," he replied. "I'll redeem it at once. Let me
introduce the topic, Handel, by mentioning that inJUondpii
it is not the custom to put the knife in the mouth — for fear
of accidents — and that while the fork is reserved for that
use, it is not put further in than necessary. It is scarcely
worth mentioning, only it's as well to do as other people
do. Also, the spoon is not generally used over-hand, but
under. This has two advantages. You get at your mouth
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better (which after all is the object), and you save a good
deal of the attitude of opening oysters, on the part of the
right elbow. "
He offered these friendly suggestions in such a lively
way, that we both laughed and I scarcely blushed.
"Now," he pursued, " concerning Miss Havisham. Miss
Havisham, you must know, was a spoilt child. Her mother
died when she was a baby, and her father denied her noth-
ing. Her father was a country gentleman down in your
part of the world, and was a brewer. I don't know why it
should be a crack thing to be a brewer; but it is indis-
putable that while you cannot possibly be genteel and bake,
you may be as genteel as never was and brew. You see it
every day."
"Yet a gentleman may not keep a public-house; may
he? " said I.
"Not on any account," returned Herbert; "but a public-
house may keep a gentleman. Well ! Mr. Havisham was
very rich and very proud. So was his daughter."
"Miss Havisham was an only child? " I hazarded.
" Stop a moment, I am coming to that. No, she was not
an only child; she had a half-brother. Her father prL
vately married again — his cook, I rather think."
" I thought he was proud," said I.
" My good Handel, so he was. He married his second
wife privately, because he was proud, and in course of time
she died. When she was dead, I apprehend he first told
his daughter what he had done, and then the son became
a part of the family, residing in the house you are acquainted
with. As the son grew a young man, he turned out riotous,
extravagant, undutiful — altogether bad. At last his fa-
ther disinherited him; but he softened when he was dy-
ing, and left him well off, though not nearly so well off as
Miss Havisham. — Take another glass of wine, and excuse
my mentioning that society as a body does not expect one to
be so strictly conscientious in emptying one's glass, as to
turn it bottom upwards with the rim on one's nose."
I had been doing this, in an excess of attention to his re-
cital. I thanked him and apologised. He said, " Not at
all," and resumed.
" Miss Havisham was now an heiress, and you may sup-
pose was looked after as a great match. Her half-brother
had now ample means again, but what with debts and what
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with new madness wasted them most fearfully again.
There were stronger differences between him and her, than
there had been between him and his father, and it is sus-
pected that he cherished a deep and mortal grudge against
her as having influenced the father's anger. Now, I come
to the cruel part of the story— merely breaking off, my
dear Handel, to remark that a dinner-napkin will not go
into a tumbler."
Why I was trying to pack mine into my tumbler, I am
wholly unable to say. I only know that I found myself,
with a perseverance worthy of a much better cause, making
the most strenuous exertions to compress it within those
limits. Again I thanked him and apologised, and again
he said in the cheerfullest manner, "Not at all, I am
sure ! " and resumed.'
f" There appeared upon the scene — say at the races, or
ihe public balls, or anywhere else you like — a certain man,
Vho made love to Miss Havisham. I never saw him (for
'this happened five- and- twenty years ago, before you and I
were, Handel), but I have heard my father mention that he
was a showy man, and the kind of man for the purpose.
But that he was not to be, without ignorance or prejudice,
mistaken for a gentleman, my father most strongly assev-
erates; because it is a principle of his that no man who
was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the
world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no
varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more
varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.
Well ! This man pursued Miss Havisham closely, and pro-
fessed to be devoted to her. I believe she had not shown
much susceptibility up to that time; but all the susceptibil-
ity she possessed, certainly came out then, and she passion-
ately loved him. There is no doubt that she perfectly
idolized him. He practised on her affection in that system-
atic way, that he got great sums of money from her, and
he induced her to buy her brother out of a share in the
brewery (which had been weakly left him by his father) at
an immense price, on the plea that when he was her hus-
band he must hold and manage it all. Your guardian was
not at that time in Miss Havisham's councils, and she was
too haughty and too much in love, to be advised by any
one. Her relations were poor and scheming, with the ex-
ception of my father; he was poor enough, but not time-
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serving or jealous. The only independent one among\
them, he warned her that she was doing too much for this \
man, and was placing herself too unreservedly in his \
power. She took the first opportunity of angrily ordering )
my father out of the house, in his presence, and my father/^
has never seen her since."
I thought of her having said, " Matthew will come and
see me at last when I am laid dead upon that table; " and
I asked Herbert whether his father was so inveterate
against her?
"It's not that," said he, "but she charged him, in the
presence of her intended husBand, with being disappointed
in the hope of fawning upon her for his own advancement,
and, if he were to go to her now, it would look true — even
to him — and even to her. To return to the man and make
an end of him. The marriage day was fixed, the wedding
dresses were bought, the wedding tour was planned out,
the wedding guests were invited. The day came, but not
the bridegroom. He wrote a letter "
"Which she received," I struck in, "when she was dress-
ing for her marriage? At twenty minutes to nine? "
"At the hour and minute," said Herbert, nodding, "at
which she afterwards stopped all the clocks. What was
in it, further than that it most heartlessly broke the mar-
riage off, I can't tell you, because I don't know. When
she recovered from a bad illness that she had, she laid the
whole place waste, as you have seen it, and she has never
since looked upon the light of day." >"""
" Is that all the story? " I asked, after considering it.
" All I know of it; and indeed I only know so much,
through piecing it out for myself; for my father always
avoids it, and, even when Miss Havisham invited me to go
there, told me no more of it than it was absolutely requisite
I should understand. But I have forgotten one thing. It
has been supposed that the man to whom she gave her mis-
placed confidence, acted throughout in concert with her half-
brother; that it was a conspiracy between them; and that
they shared the profits."
" I wonder he didn't marry her and get all the property, **
said I.
" He may have been married already, and her cruel mor-
tification may have been a part of her half-brother's
scheme," said Herbert. "Mind! I don't know that."
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"What became of the two men?" I asked, after again
considering the subject.
" They fell into deeper shame and degradation — if there
can be deeper — and ruin."
" Are they alive now? "
"I don't know."
" You said just now that Estella was not related to Miss
Havisharn, but adopted. When adopted? "
Herbert shrugged his shoulders. "There has always
been an Estella, since I have heard of a Miss Havisham.
I know no more. And now, Handel," said he, finally
throwing off the story as it were, " there is a perfectly open
understanding between us. All I know about Miss Havis-
ham, you know."
"And all I know," I retorted, "you know."
" I fully believe it. So there can be no competition or
perplexity between you and me. And as to the condition
on which you hold your advancement in life — namely, that
you are not to inquire or discuss to whom you owe it — you
may be very sure that it will never be encroached upon, or
even approached, by me, or by any one belonging to me."
In truth, he said this with so much delicacy, that I felt
the subject done with, even though I should be under his
father's roof for years and years to come. Yet he said it
with so much meaning, too, that I felt he as perfectly
understood Miss Havisham to be my benefactress, as I un-
derstood the fact myself.
It had not occurred to me before, that he had led up to
the theme for the purpose of clearing it out of our way;
but we were so much the lighter and easier for having
broached it, that I now perceived this to be the case. We
were very gay and sociable, and I asked him, in the course
of conversation, what he was? He replied, '^Ajcagitalist
. — an Insurer of Ships." I suppose he saw me glancing"
about the room in search of some tokens of Shipping, or
capital, for he added, "In the City."
I had grand ideas of the wealth and importance of In-
surers of Ships in the City, and I began to think with awe,
of having laid a young Insurer on his back, blackened his
enterprising eye, and cut his responsible head open. But,
again, there came upon me, for my relief, that odd impres-
sion that Herbert Pocket would never be very successful or
rich.
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"I shall not rest' satisfied with merely employing my
capital in insuring ships. I shall buy up some good Life
Assurance shares, and cut into the Direction. I shall also
do a little in the mining way. None of these things will
interfere with my chartering a few thousand tons on my own
account. " I think I shall trade," said he, leaning back in
his chair, "to the East Indies, for silks, shawls, spices,
dyes, drugs, and precious woods. It's an interesting
trade."
" And the profits are large? " said I.
" Tremendous ! " said he.
I wavered again, and began to think here were greater
expectations than my own.
" I think I shall trade, also," said he, putting his thumbs
in his waistcoat pockets, " to the West Indies, for sugar,
tobacco, and rum. Also to Ceylon, especially for elephants'
tusks."
" You will want a good many ships," said I.
" A perfect fleet," said he.
Quite overpowered by the magnificence of these trans-
actions, I asked him where the ships he insured mostly
traded to at present?
" I haven't begun insuring yet," he replied. " I am look-
ing about me."
Somehow, that pursuit seemed more in keeping with
Barnard's Inn. I said (in a tone of conviction), " Ah-h! "
"Yes. I am in a counting-house, and looking about
me."
"Is a counting-house profitable?" I asked.
"To do you mean to the young fellow who's in it? "
he asked, in reply.
"Yes; to you."
" Why, n-no; not to me." He said this with the air of
one carefully reckoning up and striking a balance. "Not
directly profitable. That is, it doesn't pay me anything,
and I have to keep myself."
This certainly had not a profitable appearance, and I
shook my head as if I would imply that it would be diffi-
cult to lay by much accumulative capital from such a source
of income.
"But the thing is," said Herbert Pocket, "that you look
about you. That's the grand thing. You are in a count-
ing-house, you know, and you look about you."
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It struck me as a singular implication that you couldn't
be out of a counting-house, you know, and look about you;
but I silently deferred to his experience.
"Then the time comes," said Herbert, "when you see
your opening. And you go in, and you swoop upon it and
you make your capital, and then there you are"! When
you have once made your capital, you have nothing to do
but employ it."
This was very like his way of conducting that encounter
in the garden; very like. His manner of bearing his pov-
erty, too, exactly corresponded to his manner of bearing
that defeat. It seemed to me that he took all blows and
buffets now, with just the same air as he had taken mine
then. It was evident that he had nothing around him but
the simplest necessaries, for everything that I remarked
upon turned out to have been sent in on my account from
the coffee-house or somewhere else.
Yet, having already made his fortune in his own mind,
he was so unassuming with it that I felt quite grateful to
him for not being puffed up. It was a pleasant addition
to his naturally pleasant ways, and we got on famously.
In the evening we went out for a walk in the streets, and
went half-price to the Theatre; and next day we went to
church at Westminster AbJaey, and in the afternoon we
walked in the "jfarfcs; arid I wondered who shod all the
horses there, ancTwlslied Joe did.
On a moderate computation, it was many months, that
Sunday, since I had left Joe and Biddy. The space inter-
posed between myself and them, partook of that expan-
sion, and our marshes were any distance off. That I could
have been at our old church in my old church-going clothes,
on the very last Sunday that ever was, seemed a combina-
tion of impossibilities, geographical and social, solar and
lunar. Yet in the London streets, so crowded with people
and so brilliantly lighted in the dusk of evening^ there
were depressing hints of reproaches for that I had put the
poor old kitchen at home so far away; and in the dead of
night, the footsteps of some incapable impostor of a porter
mooning about Barnard's Inn, under pretence of watching
it, fell hollow on^TftjLJLeart.^
On the Monday morning at a quarter before nine, Her-
bert went to the counting-house to report himself — to look
about him, too, I suppose — and I bore him company. He
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was to come away in an hour or two to attend me to~Ham-
mersinith, and I was to wait about for him. It appeared to
me that the eggs from which young Insurers were hatched,
were incubated in dust and heat, like the eggs of ostriches,
judging from the places to which those incipient giants re-
paired on a Monday morning. Nor did the counting-house
where Herbert assisted, show in my eyes as at all a good
Observatory; being a back second floor up a yard, of a
grimy presence in all particulars, and with a look into an-
other back second floor, rather than a look out.
I waited about until it was noon, and I went upon 'Change,
and I saw fluey men sitting there under the bills about
shipping, whom I took to be great merchants, though I
couldn't understand why they should all be out of spirits.
When Herbert came, we went and had lunch at a celebrated
house which I then quite venerated, but now believe to
have been the most abject superstition in Europe, and
where I could not help noticing, even then, that there was
much more gravy on the table-cloths and knives and wait-
ers' clothes, than in the steaks. This collation disposed
of at a moderate price (considering the grease, which was not
charged for), we went back to Barnard's Inn and got my
little portmanteau, and then took coach for Hammersmith^
We arrived there at two or three o'clock in^theafteTTiodii;
and had very little way to walk to Mr. Pocket's house.
Lifting the latch of a gate, we passed direct into a little
garden overlooking the river, where Mr. Pocket's children
were playing about. And, unless I deceive myself on a
point where my interests or prepossessions are certainly not
concerned, I saw that Mr. and Mrs. Pocket's children were
not growing up or being brought up, but were tumbling up.
Mrs. Pocket was sitting on a garden chair under a tree,
reading, with her legs upon another garden chair; and
Mrs. Pocket's two nursemaids were looking about them
while the children played. " Mama," said Herbert, " this
is young Mr. Pip." Upon which Mrs. Pocket received me
with an appearance of amiable dignity.
"Master Alick and Miss Jane," cried one of the nurses
to two of the children, "if you go a bouncing up against
them bushes you'll fall over into the river and be drownded,
and what'll your pa say then? "
At the same time this nurse picked up Mrs. Pocket's
handkerchief, and said, "If that don't make six times
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you've dropped it, Mum!" Upon which Mrs. Pocket
laughed and said, "Thank you,^Flopson, " and settling her-
self in one chair only, resumed her~l3oeter Her countenance
immediately assumed a knitted and intent expression as if
she had been reading for a week, but before she could have
read half a dozen lines, she fixed her eyes upon me, and
said, " I hope your mama is quite well? " This unexpected
inquiry put me into such a difficulty that I began saying in
the absurdest way that if there had been any such person
I had no doubt she would have been quite well and would
have been very much obliged and would have sent her com-
pliments, when the nurse came to my rescue.
" Well ! " she cried, picking up the pocket-handkerchief,
"if that don't make seven times! What ABB you a doing
of this afternoon, Mum ! " Mrs. Pocket received her prop-
erty, at first with a look of unutterable surprise as if she
had never seen it before, and then with a laugh of recogni-
tion, and said, " Thank you, Flopson," and forgot me, and
went on reading.
I found, now I had leisure to count them, that there were
no fewer than six little Pockets present, in various stages of
tumbling up. I had scarcely arrived at the total when a
seventh was heard, as in the region of air, wailing dole-
fully.
" If there ain't Baby ! " said Flopson, appearing to think
it most surprising. " Make haste up, MillersJ_"
M_Uler^-wio~wa84^~otbe3Muirse, refired into the house,
and by degrees the child's wailing was hushed and stopped,
as if it were a young ventriloquist with something in its
mouth. Mrs. Pocket read all the time, and I was curious
to know what the book could be.
We were waiting, I suppose, for Mr. Pocket to come out
to us; at any rate we waited there, and so I had an oppor-
tunity of observing the remarkable family phenomenon that
whenever any of the children strayed near Mrs. Pocket in
their play, they always tripped themselves up and tumbled
over her — always very much to her momentary astonish-
ment, and their own more enduring lamentation. I was at
a loss to account for this surprising circumstance, and
could not help giving my mind to speculations about it,
until by-and-bye Millers came down with the baby, which
Baby was handed to Flopson, which Flopson was handing
it to Mrs. Pocket, when she too went fairly head foremost
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over Mrs. Pocket, baby and all, and was caught by Herbert
and myself.
" Gracious me, Flopson ! " said Mrs. Pocket, looking off
her book for a moment, "everybody's tumbling! "
" Gracious you, indeed, Mum ! " returned Flopson, very
red in the face; " what have you got there? "
" 7 got here, Flopson? " asked Mrs. Pocket.
" Why, if it ain't your footstool ! " cried Flopson. " And
if you keep it under your skirts like that, who's to help
tumbling? Here! Take the baby, Mum, and give me
your book."
Mrs. Pocket acted on the advice, and inexpertly danced
the infant a little in her lap, while the other children
played about it. This had lasted but a very short time,
when Mrs. Pocket issued summary orders that they were
all to be taken into the house for a nap. Thus I made the
second discovery on that first occasion, that the nurture of
the little Pockets consisted of alternately tumbling up and
lying down.
Under these circumstances, when Flopson and Millers
had got the children into the house, like a little flock of
sheep, and Mr. Pocket came out of it to make my acquain-
tance, I was not much surprised to find that Mr. Pocket
was a gentleman with a rather perplexed expression of
face, and with his very grey hair disordered on his head, as
if he didn't quite see his way to putting anything straight.
CHAPTER XXIII.
MR. POCKET said he was glad to see me, and he hoped
I was not sorry to see him. "For, I really am not," he
added, with his son's smile, "an alarming personage." He
was a young-looking man, in spite of his perplexities and
his very grey hair, and his manner seemed quite natural.
I use the word natural, in the sense of its being unaffected;
there was something comic in his distraught way, as though
it would have been downright ludicrous but for his own per-
ception that it was very near being so. When he had
talked with me a little, he said to Mrs. Pocket, with a
rather anxious contraction of his eyebrows, which were
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black and handsome, " Belinda^ I hope you have welcomed
Mr. Pip? " And she Tooted up from her book, and said,
"Yes." She then smiled upon me in an absent state of
mind, and asked me if I liked the taste of orange-flower
water? As the question had no bearing, near or remote,
on any foregone or subsequent transactions, I considered it
to have been thrown out, like her previous approaches, in
general conversational condescension.
I found out within a few hours, and may mention at once,
that Mrs. Pocket was the only daughter of a certain quite
accidental deceased Anight, who had invented for himself
a conviction that his deceased father would have been made
a Baronet but for somebody's determined opposition arising
out of entirely personal motives — I forget whose, if I ever
knew — the Sovereign's, the Prime Ministers, the Lord
Chancellor's, the Archbishop of Can terbu£y-% any body's —
and had tacked himself on to the nobles of the earth in right
of this quite supposititious fact. I believe he had been
knighted himself for storming the English grammar at the
point of the pen, in a desperate address engrossed on vel-
lum, on the occasion of the laying of the first stone of some
building or other, and for handing some Royal Personage
either the trowel or the mortar. Be that as it may, he had
directed Mrs. Pocket to be brought up from her cradle as
one who in the nature of things must marry a title, and
who was to be guarded from the acquisition of plebeian
domestic knowledge.
So successful a watch and ward had been established
over the young lady by this judicious parent, that she had
grown up highly ornamental, but perfectly helpless and
useless. With her character thus happily formed, in the
first bloom of her youth she had encountered Mr. Pocket :
who was also in the first bloom of youth, and not quite de-
cided whether to mount to the Woolsack, or to roof him-
self in with a mitre. As his doing the one or the other
was a mere question of time, he and Mrs. Pocket had taken
Time by the forelock (when, to judge from its length, it
would seem to have wanted cutting), and had married
without the knowledge of the judicious parent. The judi-
cious parent, having nothing to bestow or withhold but his
blessing, had handsomely settled that dower upon them
after a short struggle, and had informed Mr. Pocket that
his wife was "a treasure for a Prince." Mr. Pocket had
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invested the Prince's treasure in the ways of the world
ever since, and it was supposed to have brought him in but
indifferent interest. Still, Mrs. Pocket was in general the
object of a queer sort of respectful pity, because she had
not married a title; while Mr. Pocket was the object of a
queer sort of forgiving reproach, because he had never got
one.
Mr. Pocket took me into the house and showed me my
room; which was a pleasant /one, and so furnished as that
I could use it with comfort! for my own private sitting-
room. He then knocked at the doors of two other similar
rooms, and introduced me to their occupants, by name
Drummle and Startop. Drummle, an old-loo~king young, ^
man "o~f~a heavy" order of architecture, was whistling. /
Startop, younger in years and appearance, was reading and L
holding his head, as if he thought himself in danger of ex- ^
ploding it with too strong a charge of knowledge.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Pocket had such a noticeable air of
being in somebody else's hands, that I wondered who really
was in possession of the house and let them live there, until
I found this unknown power to be the servants. It was a
smooth way of going on, perhaps, in respect of saving trou-
ble; but it had the appearance of being expensive, for the
servants felt it a duty they owed to themselves to be nice
in their eating and drinking, and to keep a deal of company
downstairs. They allowed a very liberal table to Mr. and
Mrs. Pocket, yet it always appeared to me that by far the
best part of the house to have boarded in, would have been
the kitchen — always supposing the boarder capable of self-
defence, for, before I had been there a week, a neighbour-
ing lady with whom the family were personally unac-
quainted, wrote in to say that she had seen Millers slap-
ping the baby. This greatly distressed MrsTTPocket, who
burst into tears on receiving the note, and said that it was
an extraordinary thing that the neighbours couldn't mind
their own business.
By degrees I learnt, and chiefly from Herbert, that Mr.
Pocket had been educated at Harrow and at Cambridge,
where he had distinguished himself; but that when he had
had the happiness of marrying Mrs. Pocket very early in life,
he had impaired his prospects and taken up the calling of
a Grinder. After grinding a number of dull blades — of
whom it was remarkable that their fathers, when influen-
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tial, were always going to help him to preferment, but
always forgot to do it when the blades had left the Grind-
stone— he had wearied of that poor work and had come
to London. Here, after gradually failing in loftier hopes,
he had " read " with divers who had lacked opportunities
or neglected them, and had refurbished divers others for
special occasions, and had turned his acquirements to the
account of literary compilation and correction, and on such
means, added to some very moderate private resources, still
maintained the house I saw.
Mr. and Mrs. Pocket had a toady neighbour; a. widow
lady of that highly sympatheticTiatttfe^tEaTshe agreed
with everybody, blessed everybody, and shed smiles and
tears on everybody, according to circumstances. This
lady's name was Mrs. Coiler^and I had the honour of tak-
ing her down to dirHrerronThe day of my installation. She
gave me to understand on the stairs, that it was a blow to
dear Mrs. Pocket that dear Mr. Pocket should be under the
necessity of receiving gentlemen to read with him. That
did not extend to me, she told me in a gush of love and con-
fidence (at that time, I had known her something less than
five minutes) ; if they were all like Me, it would be quite
another thing.
"But dear Mrs. Pocket," said Mrs. Coiler, "after her
early disappointment (not that dear Mr. Pocket was to
blame in that), requires so much luxury and elegance "
" Yes, ma'am," I said, to stop her, for I was afraid she
was going to cry.
" And she is of so aristocratic a disposition "
"Yes, ma'am," I said again, with the same object as be-
fore.
" — that it is hard," said Mrs. Coiler, "to have dear Mr.
Pocket's time and attention diverted from dear Mrs.
Pocket."
I could not help thinking that it might be harder if the
butcher's time and attention were diverted from dear Mrs.
Pocket; but I said nothing, and indeed had enough to do
in keeping a bashful watch upon my company-manners.
It came to my knowledge, through what passed between
Mrs. Pocket and Brummie, while I was attentive to my
knife and fork, 8petjn7~giasses, and other instruments of
self-destruction, that Brummie, whose Christian name was
Bentley, was actually thV^ejct_h^ir_butjpne to. a- baronetcy.
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It further appeared that the book I had seen Mrs. Pocket
reading in the garden, was all about titles, and that she
knew the exact date at which her grandpapa would have
come into the book, if he ever had come at all. Drummle
didn't say much, but in his limited way (he struck me as
a sulky kind of fellow) he spoke as one of the elect, and
recognised Mrs. Pocket as a woman and a sister. No one
but themselves and Mrs. Coiier the toady neighbour showed
any interest in this part of the conversation, and it appeared
to me that it was painful to Herbert; but it promised to
last a long time, when the page came in with the announce-
ment of a domestic affliction. It was, in effect*, that the
cook had mislaid the beef. To my unutterable amazement,
I now, for the first time, saw Mr. Pocket relieve his mind
by going through a performance that struck me as very ex-
traordinary, but which made no impression on anybody
else, and with which I soon became as familiar as the rest.
He laid down the carving-knife and fork — being engaged
in carving at the moment— put his two hands into his dis-
turbed hair, and appeared to make an extraordinary effort
to lift himself up by it. When he had done this, and had
not lifted himself up at all, he quietly went on with what
he was about.
Mrs. Coiler then changed the subject and began to flatter
me. I liked it for a few moments, but she flattered me so
very grossly that the pleasure was soon over. She had a
serpentine way of coming close at me when she pretended
to be vitally interested in the friends and localities I had
left, which was altogether snaky and fork-tongued; and
when she made an occasional bounce upon Startop (who
said very little to her), or upon Drummle (who said less), I
rather envied them for being on the opposite side of the
table.
After dinner the children were introduced, and Mrs.
Coiler made admiring comments on their eyes, noses, and
legs — a sagacious way of improving their minds. There
were four little girls, and two little boys, besides the baby
who might have been either, and the baby's next successor
who was as yet neither. They were brought in by Flop-
son and Millers, much as though those two non-commis-
sioned officers had been recruiting somewhere for children
and had enlisted these : while Mrs. Pocket looked at the
young Nobles that ought to have been, as if she rather
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thought she had had the pleasure of inspecting them
before, but didn't quite know what to make of them.
"Here! Give me your fork, Mum, and take the baby,"
said Flopson. "Don't take it that way, or you'll get its
head under the table."
Thus advised, Mrs. Pocket took it the other way, and
got its head upon the table; which was announced to all
present by a prodigious concussion.
"Dear, dear! give it me back, Mum," said Flopson;
" and Miss Jane, come and dance the baby, do ! "
One of the little girls, a mere mite who seemed to have
prematurely taken upon herself some charge of the others,
stepped out of her place by me, and danced to and from the
baby until it left off crying, and laughed. Then all the
children laughed, and Mr. Pocket (who in the meantime
had twice endeavoured to lift himself up by the hair)
laughed, and we all laughed and were glad.
_FlojD§.Q.n, by dint of doubling the baby at the joints like
a Dutch doll, then got it safely into Mrs. Pocket's lap,
and gave it the nutcrackers to play with : at the same time
recommending Mrs. Pocket to take notice that the handles
of that instrument were not likely to agree with its eyes,
and sharply charging Miss Jane to look after the same.
Then, the two nurses~fefttEe~room, and had a lively scuffle
on the staircase with a dissipated page who had waited
at dinner, and who had clearly lost half his buttons at
the gaming-table.
I was made very uneasy in my mind by Mrs. Pocket
falling into a discussion with Drummle respecting two bar-
onetcies while she ate a sliced orange steeped in sugar and
wine, and forgetting all about the baby on her lap : who
did most appalling things with the nutcrackers. At length
little Jane perceived its young brains to be imperilled,
softly left her place, and with many small artifices coaxed
the dangerous weapon away. Mrs. Pocket finishing her
orange at about the same time, and not approving of this,
said to Jane :
" You naughty child, how dare you? Go and sit down
this instant ! "
"Mama, dear," lisped the little girl, "baby ood have put
hith eyeth out."
" How dare you tell me so ! " retorted Mrs. Pocket. " Go
and sit down in your chair this moment ! "
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./^ . ^\
Mrs. Pocket's dignity was so crushing, that I felt quite \
abashed : as if I myself had done something to rouse it.
" Belinda," remonstrated Mr. Pocket, from the other end
of tKeTabTe, " how can you T5e~sTrvS?easonable? Jane only I
interfered for the protection of baby." £> ---^^
"I will not allow anybody to interfere," said(Mrs. Pock- '
et. "I am surprised, MattheV, that you shoul3"expbse
me to the affront of interference!"
" Good God ! " cried Mr. Pocket, in an outbreak of des-
olate desperation. " Are infants to be nutcrackered into
their tombs, and is nobody to save them? "
" I will not be interfered with by Jane," said Mrs. Pocket,
with a majestic glance at that innocent little offender. " I
hope I know my poor grandpapa's position. Jane, indeed ! "
Mr. Pocket got his hands in his hair again, and this time
really did lift himself some inches out of his chair. " Hear
this!" he helplessly exclaimed to the elements. "Babies
are to be nutcrackered dead, for people' spoor grandpapa's
positions ! " Then he let himself down again, and became
silent.
We all looked awkwardly at the table-cloth while this
was going on. A pause succeeded, during which the hon-
est and irrepressible baby made a series of leaps and crows
at little Jane, who appeared to me to be the only member
of the family (irrespective of the servants) with whom it
had any decided acquaintance.
"Mr. Drummle," said Mrs. Pocket, " will you ring for
Flopson? Jane, you undutiful little thing, go and lie
down. Now, baby darling, come with ma ! "
The baby was the soul of honour, and protested with all
its might. It doubled itself up the wrong way over Mrs.
Pocket's arm, exhibited a pair of knitted shoes and dim-
pled ankles to the company in lieu of its soft face, and was
carried out in the highest state of mutiny. And it gained
its point after all, for I saw it through the window within
a few minutes, being nursed by little Jane.
It happened that the other five children were left behind
at the dinner-table, through Flopson's having some private
engagement, and their not being anybody else's business.
I thus became aware of the mutual relations between them
and Mr. Pocket, which were exemplified in the following
manner. Mr* Pocket, with the normal perplexity of his
face heightened, and his hair rumpled, looked at them for
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some minutes, as if he couldn't make out how they came
to be boarding and lodging in that establishment, and why
they hadn't been billeted by Nature on somebody else.
Then, in a distant, Missionary way he asked them certain
questions — as why little Joe had that hole in his frill : who
said, Pa, Flopson was going to mend it when she had time
— and how little Fanny came by that whitlow : who said,
Pa, Millers was going to poultice it when she didn't forget.
Then he melted into parental tenderness, and gave them a
shilling apiece and told them to go and play; and then as
they went out, with one very strong effort to lift himself
up by the hair he dismissed the hopeless subject.
In the evening there was rowing on the river. As
Drummle andJStestop had each a boat, I resolved to set up
mine, and to cut them both out. I was pretty good at
most exercises in which country-boys are adepts, but, as I
was conscious of wanting elegance of style for the Thames
— not to say for other waters — I at once engaged to place
myself under the tuition of the winner of a prize- wherry
who plied at our stairs, and to whom I was introduced by
my new allies. This practical authority confused me very
much, by saying I had the arm of a blacksmith. If he
could have known how nearly the compliment hfid lost him
his pupil, I doubt if he would have paid it.
There was a supper-tray after we got home at night, and
I think we should all have enjoyed ourselves, but for a
rather disagreeable domestic occurrence. Mr. Pocket was
in good spirits, when a housemaid came in, and said, " If
you please, sir, I should wish to speak to you."
" Speak to your master? " said Mrs. Pocket, whose dig-
nity was roused again. " How can you think of such a
thing ? Go and speak to Flopson. Or speak to me — at
some other time."
"Begging your pardon, ma'am," returned the house-
T maidy " I should wish to speak at once, and to speak to
master."
Hereupon Mr. Pocket went out of the room, and we
made the best of ourselves until he came back.
"This is a pretty thing, Belinda! " said Mr. Pocket, re-
turning with a countenance expressive of grief and despair.
" Here's the cook lying insensibly drunk on the kitchen
floor, with a large bundle of fresh butter made up in the
cupboard ready to sell for grease ! "
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Mrs. Pocket instantly showed much amiable emotion,
and said, "This is that odious Sophia's doing!"
" What do you mean, Belinda? " demanded Mr. Pocket.
"Sophia has told you," said Mrs. Pocket. "Did I not
see her, with my own eyes, and hear her with my own ears,
come into the room just now and ask to speak to you? "
"But has she not taken nie downstairs, Belinda," re-
turned Mr. Pocket, "and sh<j»wn me the woman, and the
bundle too? "
"And do you defend her, Matthew," said Mrs. Pocket,
" for making mischief? "
Mr. Pocket uttered a dismal groan.
"Am I, grandpapa's granddaughter, to be nothing in the
house? " said Mrs. Pocket. " Besides, the cook has always
been a very nice respectful woman, and said in the most
natural manner when she came to look after the situation,
that she felt 1 was born- to be a Duchess."
There was a sofa where Mr. Pocket stood, and he dropped
upon it in the attitude of a Dying Gladiator. Still in that
attitude he said, with a hollow voice, " Good night, Mr.
Pip," when I deemed it advisable to go to bed and leave
him.
CHAPTER XXIV.
AFTER two or three days, when I had established myself
in my room and had gone backwards and forwards to Lou-
don several times, and had ordered all I wanted of my
tradesmen, Mr. Pocket and I had a long talk together. He
knew more of my intended career than I knew myself, for
he referred to his having been told by Mr. Jaggers that I
was not designed for any profession, and that I should be
well enough educated for my destiny if I could "hold my
own " with the average of young men in prosperous circum-
stances. ) I acquiesced, of course, knowing nothing to the
contrary.
He advised my attending certain places in London, for
the acquisition of such mere rudiments as I wanted, and
my investing him with the functions of explainer and di-
rector of all my studies. He hoped that with intelligent
assistance I should meet with little to discourage me, and
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should soon be able to dispense with any aid but his.
Through his way of saying this, and much more to similar
purpose, he placed himself on confidential terms with me
in an admirable manner : and I may state at once that he
was always so zealous and honourable in fulfilling his com-
pact with me, that he made me zealous and honourable in
fulfilling mine with him. If he had shown indifference as
a master, I have no doubt I should have returned the com-
pliment as a pupil; he gave me no such excuse, and each
of us did the other justice. Nor, did I ever regard him as
having anything ludicrous about him — or anything but
what was serious, honest, and good — in his tutor communi-
cation with me.
When these points were settled, and so far carried out
as that I had begun to work in earnest, it occurred to me
that if I could retain my bedroom in Barnard's Inn, my
life would be agreeably varied, while my manners would
be none the worse for Herbert'' s society. Mr. Pocket did
not object to this arrangement, but urged that before any
step could possibly be taken in it, it must be submitted to
my guardian. I felt that his delicacy arose out of the
consideration that the plan would save Herbert some ex-
pense, so I went off to Little Britain and imparted my wish
to Mr. Jaggers.
"If I could buy the furniture now hired for me," said I,
" and one or two other little things, I should be quite at
home there."
"Go it! " said Mr. Jaggers, with a short laugh. " I told
you you'd get on. Well ! How much do you want? "
.1 said I didn't know how much.
"Come!" retorted Mr. Jaggers. "How much? Fifty
pounds? "
"Oh, not nearly so much."
"Five pounds?" said Mr. Jaggers.
This was such a great fall, that I said in discomfiture,
"Oh! more than that."
" More than that, eh ! " retorted Mr. Jaggers, lying in wait
for me, with his. hands in his pockets, his head on one side,
and his eyes on the wall behind me; "how much more? "
"It is so difficult to fix a sum," said I, hesitating.
"Come!" said Mr. Jaggers. "Let's get at it. Twice
five; will that do? Three times five; will that do? Four
times five; will that do?"
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I said I thought that would do handsomely.
" Four times five will do handsomely, will it? " said Mr.
Jaggers, knitting his brows. " Now, what do you make
of four times five? "
"What do I make of it!"
" Ah ! " said Mr. Jaggers; " how much? "
"I suppose you make it twenty pounds," said I, smiling.
"Never mind what 1 make At, my friend," observed Mr.
Jaggers, with a knowing and contradictory toss of the
head. " I want to know what you make it? "
"Twenty pounds, of course."
" Wemmick ! " said Mr. Jaggers, opening his office door.
"Take Mr. Pip's written order, and pay him twenty
pounds."
This strongly marked way of doing business made a
strongly marked impression on me, and that not of an
agreeable kind. Mr. Jaggers ne ver_Jattghed ; but he wore
great bright creaking boots; and, in poising himself on
those boots, with his large head bent down and his eye-
brows joined together, awaiting an answer, he sometimes
caused the boots to creak, as if they laughed in a dry and
suspicious way. As he happened to go out now, and as
Wemmick was brisk and talkative, I said to Wemmick that
I hardly knew what to make of Mr. Jaggers' s manner.
"Tell him that, and he'll take it as a compliment," an-
swered Wemmick; "he don't mean that you should know
what to make of it. — Oh!" for I looked surprised, "it's
not personal; it's professional: only professional."
Wemmick was at his desk, lunching — and crunching — on
a dry hard biscuit ; pieces of which he threw from time to
time into his slit of a mouth, as if he were posting them.
"Always seems to me," said Wemmick, "as if he had set
a man- trap and was watching it. Suddenly — click — you're
caught ! "
Without remarking that man-traps were not among the
amenities of life, I said I supposed he was very skilful?
" Deep," said Wemmick, " as Australia." Pointing with
his pen (at the office floor, to express that Australia was
understood, for the purposes of the figure, to be sym-
metrically on the opposite spot of the globe. " If there
was anything deeper," added Wemmick, bringing his pen
to paper, "he'd be it."
Then, I said I supposed he had a fine business, and
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Wemmick said, " Ca-pi-tal ! " Then I asked if there were
many clerks? to which he replied :
" We don't run much into clerks, because there's only
one Jaggers, and people won't have him at second-hand.
There are only four of us. Would you like to see 'em?
You are one of us, as I may say."
I accepted the offer. When Mr. Wemmick had put all
the biscuit into the post, and had paid me my money from
a cash-box in a safe, the key of which safe he kept some-
where down his back, and produced from his coat-collar
like an iron pigtail, we went fipstairs. The house was dark
and shabby, and the greasy shoulders that had left their
mark in Mr. Jaggers's room seemed to have been shuffling
up and down the staircase for years. In the front first
floor, a clerk who looked something between a publican and
a rat-catcher — a large pale puffed swollen man — was atten-
tively engaged with three or four people of shabby appear-
ance, whom he treated as unceremoniously as everybody
seemed to be treated who contributed to Mr. Jaggers's
coffers. " Getting evidence together," said Mr. Wemmick,
as we came out, "for the Bailey." In the room over that,
a little flabby terrier of a clerk with dangling hair (his crop-
ping seemed to have been forgotten when he was a puppy)
was similarly engaged with a man with weak eyes, whom
Mr. Wemmick presented to me as a smelter who kept his
pot always boiling, and who would melt me anything I
pleased — and who was in an excessive white-perspiration,
as if he had been trying his art on himself. In a back
room, a high-shouldered man with a face-ache tied up in
dirty flannel, who was dressed in old black clothes that bore
the appearance of having been waxed, was stooping over
his work of making fair copies of the notes of the other two
gentlemen, for Mr. Jaggers's own use.
This was all the establishment. When we went down-
stairs again, Wemmick led me into my guardian's room,
and said, "This you've seen already."
"Pray," said I, as the two odious casts with the twitchy
leer upon them caught my sight again, " whose likenesses
are those? "
"These?" said Wemmick, getting upon a chair, and
blowing the dust off the horrible heads before bringing them
down. " These are two celebrated ones. Famous clients of
ours that got us a world of credit. This chap (why you
"THIS CHAP MURDERED HIS MASTER."
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must have come down in the night and been peeping into
the inkstand, to get this blot upon your eyebrow, you old
rascal!) murdered his master, and, considering that he
wasn't brought up to evidence, didn't plan it badly."
" Is it like him? " I asked, recoiling from the brute, as
Wemmick spat upon his eyebrow, and gave it a rub with
his sleeve.
" Like him? It's himself, you know. The cast was
made in Newgate, directly after he was taken down. You
had a particular fancy for me, hadn't you, Old Artful? "
said Wemmick. He then explained this affectionate apos-
trophe, by touching his brooch representing the lady and
the weeping willow at the tomb with the urn upon it, and
said, " Had it made for me express ! "
" Is the lady anybody? " said I.
"No," returned Wemmick. "Only his game. (You
liked your bit of game, didn't you?) No; deuce a bit of a
lady in the case, Mr. Pip, except one — and she wasn't of
this slender ladylike sort, and you wouldn't have caught
her looking after this urn — unless there was something to
drink in it." Wemmick's attention being thus directed to
his brooch, he put down the cast, and polished the brooch
with his pocket-handkerchief.
" Did that other creature come to the same end? " I
asked. " He has the same look."
" You're right," said Wemmick; "it's the genuine look.
Much as if one nostril was caught up with a horsehair and
a little fish-hook. Yes, he came to the same end; quite
the natural end here, I assure you. He forged wills, this
blade did, if he didn't also put the supposed testators to
sleep too. You were a gentlemanly Cove, though " (Mr.
Wemmick was again apostrophising), " and you said you
could write Greek. Yah, Bounceable! What a liar you
were ! I never met such a liar as you ! " Before putting
his late friend on his shelf again, Wemmick touched the
largest of his mourning rings, and said, " Sent out to buy
it for me, only the day before."
While he was putting up the other cast and coming down
from the chair, the thought crossed my mind that all his
personal jewellery was derived from like sources. As he
had shown no diffidence on the subject, I ventured on the
liberty of asking him the question, when he stood before
me, dusting his hands.
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"Oh yes," he returned, "these are all gifts of that kind.
One brings another, you see; that's the way of it. I al-
ways take 'em. They're curiosities. And they're property.
They may not be worth much, but, after all, they're prop-
erty and portable. It don't signify to you with your bril-
liant look-out, but as to myself, my guiding-star always is,
Get hold of portable property."
When I had rendered homage to this light, he went on
to say in a friendly manner :
" If at any odd time when you have nothing better to do,
you wouldn't mind coming over to see me at Walworth, I
could offer you a bed, and I should consider it an honour.
I have not much to show you; but such two or three curi-
osities as I have got, you might like to look over; and I am
fond of a bit of garden and a summer-house."
I said I should be delighted to accept his hospitality.
"Thankee," said he: "then we'll consider that it's to
come off, when convenient to you. Have you dined with
Mr. Jaggers yet? "
"Not yet."
"Well," said Wemmick, "he'll give you wine, and good
wine. I'll give you punch, and not bad punch. And now
I'll tell you something. When you go to dine with Mr.
\ Jaggers, look at his housekeeper."
^ " Shall I see something very uncommon? "
"Well," said Wemmick, "you'll see a wild beast tamed.
Not so very uncommon, you'll tell me. I reply, that de-
pends on the original wildness of the beast, and the amount
of taming. It won't lower your opinion of Mr. Jaggers's
powers. Keep your eye on it."
I told him I would do so, with all the interest and curi-
osity that his preparation awakened. As I was taking my
departure, he asked me if I would like to devote five min-
utes to seeing Mr. Jaggers " at it? "
For several reasons, and not least because I didn't clearly
know what Mr. Jaggers would be found to be "at," I re-
plied in the affirmative. We dived into the City, and
came up in a crowded police-court, where a blood-relation
(in the murderous sense) of the deceased with the fanciful
taste in brooches, was standing at the bar, uncomfortably
chewing something; while my guardian had a woman under
examination or cross-examination — I don't know which —
and was striking her, and the bench, and everybody with
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awe. If anybody, of whatsoever degree, said a word that
he didn't approve of, he instantly required to have it " taken
down." If anybody wouldn't make an admission, he said,
" I'll have it out of you! " and if anybody made an admis-
sion, he said, "Now I have got you!" The magistrates
shivered under a single bite of his finger. Thieves and
thieftakers hung in dread rapturex on his words, and shrank
when a hair of his eyebrows turned in their direction.
Which side he was on, I couldn't make out, for he seemed
to me to be grinding the whole place in a mill; I only
know that when I stole out on tiptoe, he was not on the
side of the bench; for, he was making the legs of the old
gentleman who presided, quite convulsive under the table,
by his denunciations of his conduct as the representative of
British law and justice in that chair that day.
CHAPTER XXV.
BENTLEY DRUMMLE, who was so sulky a fellow that he
even took up a book as if its writer had done him an injury,
did not take up an acquaintance in a more agreeable spirit.
Heavy in figure, movement, and comprehension — in the
sluggish complexion of his face, and in the large awkward
tongue that seemed to loll about in his mouth as he him-
self lolled about in a room — he was idle, proud, niggardly,
reserved, and suspicious. He came of rich people down in
Somersetshire, who had nursed this combination of quali-
ties until they made the discovery that it was just of age
and a blockhead. Thus, Bentley Drummle had come to
Mr. Pocket when he was a head taller than that gentle--
man, and half a dozen heads thicker than most gentlemen.
Startop \had been spoiled by a weak mother, and kept at
home when he ought to have been at school, but he was
devotedly attached to her, and admired her beyond meas-
ure. He had a woman's delicacy of feature, and was — " as
you may see, though you never saw her," said Herbert to
me — "exactly like his mother." It was but natural that
I should take to him much more kindly than to Drummle,
and that, even in the earliest evenings of our boating,
he and I should pull homeward abreast of one another,
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conversing from boat to boat, while Bentley Drummle came
up in our wake alone, under the overhanging banks and
among the rushes. He would always creep in-shore like
some uncomfortable amphibious creature, even when the
tide would have sent him fast upon his way; and I always
think of him as coming after us in the dark or by the back-
water, when our own two boats were breaking the sunset
or the moonlight in mid-stream.
Herbert was my intimate companion and friend. I pre-
sented him with a half-share in my boat, which was the
occasion of his often coming down to Hammersmith; and
my possession of a half-share in his chambers often took
me up to London. We used to walk between the two
places at all hours. I have an affection for the road yet
(though it is not so pleasant a road as it was then), formed
in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.
When I had been in Mr. Pocket's family a month or two,
Mr. and Mr^_Camjlla turned up. Camilla was Mr. Pocket's
sisterr^jgpjgiafiSfwhom I had s'iSeTTat MislTHavishain's
"~on"the same occasion, also turned up. She" was a cousin —
an indigestive single woman, who called her rigidity re-
ligion, and her liver love. These people hated me with the
hatred of cupidity and disappointment. As a matter of
course, they fawned upon me in my prosperity with the
basest meanness. Towards Mr. Pocket, as a grown-up in-
fant with no notion of his own interests, they showed the
complacent forbearance I had heard them express. Mrs.
Pocket they held in contempt; but they allowed the poor
soul to have been heavily disappointed in life, because that
shed a feeble reflected light upon themselves.
These were the surroundings among which I settled
down, and applied myself to my education. I soon con-
tracted expensive habits, and began to spend an amount of
money that within a few short months I should have
thought almost fabulous; but through good and evil I stuck
to my books. There was no other merit in this, than my
having sense enough to feel my deficiencies. Between Mr.
Pocket and Herbert I got on fast; and, with one or the
other always at my elbow to give me the start I wanted,
and clear obstructions out of my road, I must have been as
great a dolt as Drummle if I had done less.
I had not seen Mr. Wemmick for some weeks, when I
thought I would write him a note and propose to go home
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with him on a certain evening. He replied that it wouM
give him much pleasure, and that he would expect me at
the office at six o'clock. Thither I went, and there I found
him, putting the key of his safe down his back as the clock
struck.
" Did you think of walking down to Walworth? " said he.
"Certainly," said I, "if you approve."
"Very much," was Wemmick's reply, "for I have had
my legs under the desk all day, and shall be glad to
stretch them. Now I'll tell you what I've got for supper,
Mr. Pip. I have got a stewed steak — which is of home
preparation- — and a cold roast fowl — which is from the
cook's-shop. I think it's tender, because the master of the
shop was a Juryman in some cases of ours the other day,
and we let him down easy. I reminded him of it when I
bought the fowl, and I said, ' Pick us out a good one, old
Briton, because if we had chosen to keep you in the box
another day or two, we could have done it.' He said to
that, ' Let me make you a present of the best fowl in the
shop.' I let him of course. As far as it goes, it's property
and portable. You don't object to an aged parent, I hope? "
I really thought he was still speaking of the fowl, until
he added, " Because I have got an aged parent at my
place." I then said what politeness required.
" So you haven't dined with Mr. Jaggers yet? " he pur-
sued, as we walked along. ,
"Not yet."
" He told me so this afternoon when he heard you were
coming. I expect you'll have an invitation to-morrow.
He's going to ask your pals, too. Three of 'em; ain't
there? "
Although I was not in the habit of counting Drummle
as one of my intimate associates, I answered, "Yes."
"Well, he's going to ask the whole gang; " I hardly felt
complimented by the word; "and whatever he gives you,
he'll give you good. Don't look forward to variety, but
you'll have excellence. And there's another rum thing in
his house," proceeded Wemmick after a moment's pause,
as if the remark followed on the housekeeper understood;
"he never lets a door or window be fastened at night."
" Is he never robbed? "
" That's it ! " returned Wemmick. " He says, and gives
it out publicly, ' I want to see the man who'll rob me.'
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Lord bless you, I have heard him, a hundred times if I
have heard once, say to regular cracksmen in our front
office, ' You know where I live; now no bolt is ever drawn
there; why don't you do a stroke of business with me?
Come; can't I tempt you? ' Not a man of them, sir, would
be bold enough to try it on, for love or money."
"They dread him so much? " said I.
"Dread him," said Wemmick. "I believe you they
dread him. Not but what he's artful, even in his defiance
of them. No silver, sir. Britannia metal, every spoon."
"So they wouldn't have much," I observed, "even if
they "
"Ah! But he would have much," said Wemmick, cut-
ting me short, "and they know it. He'd have their lives,
and the lives of scores of 'em. He'd have all he could
get. And it's impossible to say what he couldn't get, if
he gave his mind to it."
I was falling into meditation on my guardian's greatness,
when Wemmick remarked :
"As to the absence of plate, that's only his natural
depth, you know. A river's its natural depth, and he's
his natural depth. Look at his watch-chain. That's real
enough."
"It's very massive," said I.
"Massive?" repeated Wemmick. "I think so. And
his watch is a gold repeater, and worth a hundred pound
if it's worth a. penny. Mr. Pip, there are about seven hun-
dred thieves in this town who know all about that watch;
there's not a man, a woman, or a child, among them, who
wouldn't identify the smallest link in that chain, and drop
it as if it was red-hot, if inveigled into touching it."
At first with such discourse, and afterwards with con-
versation of a more general nature, did Mr. Wemmick and
I beguile the time and the road, until he gave me to under-
stand that we had arrived in the district of Walwortkr
It appeared to be a collection of black lanes, ditches,
and little gardens, and to present the aspect of a rather
dull retirement. Wemmick' s house was a little wooden
cottage in the midsToi plots Cf~~garden, and the top of it
was cut out and painted like a battery mounted with guns.
"My own doing," said Wemmick. "Looks pretty; don't
it?"
I highly commended it. I think it was the smallest
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house I ever saw; with the queerest Gothic windows (by
far the greater part of them sham), and a Gothic door,
almost too small to get in at. /
"That's a real flagstaff, you (see," said Wemmick, "and
on Sundays I run up a real flag. Then loo~k here. After
I have crossed this bridge, I hoist it up — so — and cut off
the communication."
The bridge was a plank, and it crossed a chasm four feet
wide and two deep. But it was very pleasant to see the
pride with which he hoisted it up, and made it fast; smil-
ing as he did so, with a relish, and not merely mechanically.
"At nine o'clock every night, Greenwich time," said
Wemmick, "the gun fires. There he is, you see! And
when you hear him go, I think you'll say he's a Stinger."
The piece of ordnance referred to, was mounted in a sep-
arate fortress, constructed of lattice- work. It was protected
from the weather by an ingenious little tarpaulin contriv-
ance in the nature of an umbrella.
" Then, at the back," said Wemmick, " out of sight, so as
not to impede the idea of fortifications — for it's a principle
with me, if you have an idea, carry it out and keep it up —
I don't know whether that's your opinion "
I said, decidedly.
" — At the back, there's a pig, and there are fowls and
rabbits; then I knock together my own little frame, you
see, and grow cucumbers; and you'll judge at supper what
sort of a salad I can raise. So, sir," said Wemmick, smil-
ing again, but seriously, too, as he shook his head, " if you
can suppose the little place besieged, it would hold out a
devil of a time in point of provisions."
Then, he conducted me to a bower about a dozen yards
off, but which was approached by such ingenious twists of
path that it took quite a long time to get at; and in this
retreat our glasses were already set forth. Our punch was
cooling in an ornamental lake, on whose margin the bower
was raised. This piece of water (with an island in the
middle which might have been the salad for supper) was of
a circular form, and he had constructed a fountain in it,
which, when you set a little mill going and took a cork out
of a pipe, played to that powerful extent that it made the
back of your hand quite wet.
" I am my own engineer, and my own carpenter, and my ]
own plumber, and my own gardener, and my own Jack of /
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all Trades," said Wemmick, in acknowledging my compli-
ments. " Well, it's a good thing, you know. It brushes
the Newgate cobwebs away, and pleases the Aged. You
wouldn't mind being at once introduced to the Aged, would
you? It wouldn't put you out? "
I expressed the readiness I felt, and we went into the
castle. There, we found, sitting by a fire, a very old man
in a flannel coat: clean, cheerful, comfortable, and well
cared for, but intensely deaf.
"Well, aged parent," said Wemmick, shaking hands
with him in a cordial and jocose way, " how am you? "
"All right(xtTofi^; all right! " replied the old man.
"Here's MrTPip, aged parent," said Wemmick, "and I
wish you could hear his name. Nod away at him, Mr. Pip;
that's what he likes. Nod away at him, if you please, like
winking ! "
"This is a fine place of my son's, sir," cried the old
man, while I nodded as hard as I possibly could. " This is
a pretty pleasure-ground, sir. This spot and these beauti-
ful works upon it ought to be kept together by the Nation,
after my son's time, for the people's enjoyment."
"You're as proud of it as Punch; ain't you, Aged?"
said Wemmick, contemplating the old man, with his hard
face really softened; "there's a nod for you;" giving him
a tremendous one; "there's another for you; " giving him a
still more tremendous one; "you like that, don't you? If
you're not tired, Mr. Pip — though I know it's tiring to
strangers — will you tip him one more? You can't think
how it pleases him."
I tipped him several more, and he was in great spirits.
We left him bestirring himself to feed the fowls, and we
sat down to our punch in the arbour ; where Wemmick
told me as he smoked a pipe, that it had taken him a good
many years to bring the property up to its present pitch of
perfection.
"Is it your own, Mr. Wemmick?"
"O yes," said Wemmick, "I have got hold of it, a bit at
a time. It's a freehold, by George ! "
"Is it, indeed? I hope Mr. Jaggers admires it."
"Never seen it," said Wemmick. "Never heard of it.
Never seen the Aged. Never heard of him. No; the
office is one thing, and private life is another. When I go
into the office, I leave the Castle behind me, and when I
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come into the Castle, I leave the office behind me. If it's
not in any way disagreeable to you, you'll oblige me by
doing the same. I don't wish it professionally spoken
about."
Of course I felt my good faith involved in the observance
of his request. The punch being very nice, we sat there
drinking it and talking, until it was almost nine o'clock.
"Getting near gun-fire," said Weinmick then, as he laid
down his pipe; "it's the Aged's treat."
Proceeding into the Castle again, we found the Aged
heating the poker, with expectant eyes, as a prelimi-
nary to the performance of this great nightly ceremony.
Wemmick stood with his watch in his hand until the mo-
ment was come for him to take the red-hot poker from the
Aged, and repair to the battery. He took it, and went out,
and presently the Stinger went off with a bang that shook
the crazy little box of a cottage as if it must fall to pieces,
and made every glass and teacup in it ring. Upon this the
Aged — who I believe would have been blown out of his
arm-chair but for holding on by the elbows — cried out ex-
ultingly, " He's fired ! I heerd him ! " and I nodded at the
old gentleman until it is no figure of speech to declare that
I absolutely could not see him.
The interval between that time and supper, Wemmick
devoted to showing me his collection of curiosities. They
were mostly of a felonious character; comprising the pen
with which a celebrated forgery had been committed, a
distinguished razor or two, some locks of hair, and several
manuscript confessions written under condemnation — upon
which Mr. Wemmick set particular value as being, to use
his own words, "every one of 'em Lies, sir." These were
agreeably dispersed among small specimens of china and
glass, various neat trifles made by the proprietor of the
museum, and some tobacco-stoppers carved by the Aged.
They were all displayed in that chamber of the Castle into
which I had been first inducted, and which served, not
only as the general sitting-room, but as the kitchen too, if
I might judge from a saucepan on the hob, and a brazen
bijou over the fireplace designed for the suspension of a
roasting-jack.
There was a neat little girl in attendance, who looked
after the Aged in the day. When she had laid the supper-
cloth, the bridge was lowered to give her the means of
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egress, and she withdrew for the night. The supper was
excellent; and though the Cattle was rather subject to dry-
rot, insomuch that it taatelllike a bad nut, and though the
pig might have been farther off, I was heartily pleased
with my whole entertainment. Nor was there any draw-
back on my little turret bedroom, beyond there being such
a very thin ceiling between me and the flagstaff, that when
I lay down on my back in bed, it seemed as if I had to
balance that pole on my forehead all night.
Wemmick was up early in the morning, and I am afraid
I heard him cleaning my boots. After that, he fell to gar-
dening, and I saw him from my Gothic window pretending
to employ the Aged, and nodding at him in a most devoted
manner. Our breakfast was as good as the supper, and at
half-past eight precisely we started for Little Britain. By
degrees, Wemmick got dryer and harder as we went along,
and his mouth tightened into a post-office again. At last,
when we got to his place of business and he pulled out his
key from his coat-collar, he looked as unconscious of his
Walworth property as if the Castle and the drawbridge and
the arbour and the lake and the fountain and the Aged, had
all been blown into space together by the last discharge of
the Stinger.
CHAPTER XXVI.
IT fell out as Wemmick had told me it would, that I
had an early opportunity of comparing my guardian's estab-
lishment with that of his cashier and clerk. My guardian
was in his room, washing-4»s^and?~wttE~his scented soap,
when I went into the office from Walworth; and he called
me to him, and gave me the invitation for myself and
friends which Wemmick had prepared me to receive. " No
ceremony," he stipulated, "and no dinner dress, and say
to-morrow." I asked him where we should come to (for I
had no idea where he lived), and I believe it was in his
general objection to make anything like an admission, that
he replied, "Come here, and I'll take you home with me."
I embrace this opportunity of remarking that he washed
his clients off, as if it were a surgeon or a dentist. He had
a closet in his room, fitted up for the purpose, which smelt
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of the scented soap like a perfumer's sh'op. It had an un-
usually large jack-towel on a roller inside the door, and he
would wash his hands, and wipe them and dry them all
over this towel, whenever he came in from a police-court
or dismissed a client from his room. When I and my
friends repaired to him at six o'clock next day, he seemed
to have been engaged on a case of a darker complexion than
usual, for, we found him with his head butted into this
closet, not only washing his hands, but laving his face and
gargling his throat. And even when he had done all that,
and had gone all round the jack-towel, he took out his
penknife and scraped the case out of his nails before he
put his coat on.
There were some people slinking about as usual when
we passed out into the street, who were evidently anxious
to speak with him; but there was something so conclusive
in the halo of scented soap which encircled his presence,
that they gave it up for that day. As we walked along
westward, he was recognised ever and again by some face
in the crowd of the streets, and whenever that happened
he talked louder to me; but he never otherwise recognised
anybody, or took notice that anybody recognised him.
He conducted us to Gerrard-street, Soho, to a house on
the south side of that street, rather a stately house of
its kind, but dolefully in want of painting, and with dirty
windows. He took out his key and opened the door, and
we all went into a stone hall, bare, gloomy, and little used.
So, up a dark brown staircase into a series of three dark
brown rooms on the first floor. There were carved garlands
on the panelled walls, and as he stood among them giving
us welcome, I know what kind of loops I thought they
looked like.
Dinner was laid in the best of these rooms; the second
was his dressing-room; the third, his bedroom. He told
us that he held the whole house, but rarely used more of it
than we saw. The table was comfortably laid — no silver
in the service, of course — and at the side of his chair was a
capacious dumb-waiter, with a variety of bottles and de-
canters on it, and four dishes of fruit for desert. I noticed
throughout, that he kept everything under his own hand,
and distributed everything himself.
There was a bookcase in the room ; I saw from the backs
of the books, that they were about evidence, criminal law,
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criminal biography, trials, acts of parliament, and such
things. The furniture was all very solid and good, like
his watch-chain. It had an official look, however, and there
was nothing merely ornamental to be seen. In a corner,
was a little table of papers with a shaded lamp; so that he
seemed to bring the office home with him in that respect
too, and to wheel it out of an evening and fall to work.
As he had scarcely seen my three companions until now
— for, he and I had walked together — he stood on the
hearth-rug, after ringing the bell, and took a searching
look at them. To my surprise, he seemed at once to be
principally, if not solely, interested in Drummle.
"Pip," said he, putting his large hand on my shoulder
and moving me to the window, "I don't know one from
the other. Who' s the .Spjder ? "
"The spider?" said I.
" The -blotchy, sprawly, sulkv_fellow.w
"That's Beal^-efttmlnle," freplied; "the one with
the delicate face isStarto i
NoTf makmg-tfce-least account of " the one with the deli-
cate face," he returned, "Bentley Drummle is his name, is
it? I like the look of that fellow."
He immediately began to talk to Drummle : not at all
deterred by his replying in his heavy reticent way, but ap-
parently led on by it to screw discourse out of him. I was
looking at the two, when there came between me and them,
the housekeeper, with the first dish for the table.
She was a woman of about forty, I supposed — but I may
' hswe thought her younger than she was. Rather tall, of a
lithe nimble figure, extremely pale, with large faded eyes,
and a quantity of streaming hair. I cannot say whether
any diseased affection of the heart caused her lips to be
parted as if she were panting, and her face to bear a curious
expression of suddenness and flutter \ but I know that I
had been to see Macbeth at the theatre, a night or two be-
fore, and that her face looked to me as if it were all dis-
turbed by fiery air, like the faces I had seen rise out of the
Witches' caldron.
She set the dish on, touched my guardian quietly on the
arm with a finger to notify that dinner was ready, and
vanished. We took our seats at the round table, and my
guardian kept Drummle on one side of him, while Startop
sat on the other. It was a noble dish of fish that the house-
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keeper had put on table, and we had a joint of equally
choice mutton afterwards, and then an equally choice bird.
Sauces, wines, all the accessories we wanted, and all of the
best, were given out by our host from his dumb-waiter;
and when they had made the circuit of the table, he always
put them back again. Similarly, he dealt us clean plates
and knives and forks, for each course, and dropped those
just disused into two baskets on the ground by his chair.
No other attendant than the housekeeper appeared. She
set on every dish; and I always saw in her face, a face
rising out of the caldron. Years afterwards, I made a
dreadful likeness of that woman, by causing a face that
had no other natural resemblance to it than it derived from
flowing hair, to pass behind a bowl of flaming spirits in a
dark room.
Induced to take particular notice of the housekeeper,
both by her own striking appearance and by Wemmick's
preparation, I observed that whenever she was in the room,
she kept her eyes attentively on my guardian, and that she
would remove her hands from any dish she put before him,
hesitatingly, as if she dreaded his calling her back, and
wanted him to speak when she was nigh, if he had any-
thing to say. I fancied that I could detect in his manner
a consciousness of this, and a purpose of always holding
her in suspense.
Dinner went off gaily, and, although my guardian seemed
to follow rather than originate subjects, I knew that he
wrenched the weakest part of our dispositions out of us.
For myself, I found that I was expressing my tendency to
lavish expenditure, and to patronise Herbert, and to boast
of my great prospects, before I quite knew that I had
opened my lips. It was so with all of us, but with no
one more than Druinmle: the development of whose in-
clination to gird in a grudging and suspicious way at the
rest, was screwed out of him before the fish was taken off.
It was not then, but when we had got to the cheese, that
our conversation turned upon our rowing feats, and that
Drumrnle was rallied for coming up behind of a night in
that slow amphibious way of his. Drummle, upon this,
informed our host that he much preferred our room to our
company, and that as to skill he was more than our master,
and that as to strength he could scatter us like chaff. By
some invisible agency, my guardian wound him up to a
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pitch little short of ferocity about this trifle; and he fell
to baring and spanning his arm to show how muscular it
was, and we all fell to baring and spanning our arms in a
ridiculous manner.
Now, the housekeeper was at that time clearing the
table; my guardian, taking no heed of her, but with the
side of his face turned from her, was leaning back in his
chair biting the side of his forefinger and showing an in-
terest in Drummle, that, to me, was quite inexplicable.
Suddenly, he clapped his large hand on the housekeeper's,
like a trap, as she stretched it across the table. So sud-
denly and smartly did he do this, that we all stopped in
our foolish contention.
"If you talk of strength," said Mr. Jaggers, "J'll show
you a wrist. Molly, let them see your wrist."
Her entrapp%5~"ftand was on the table, but she had al-
ready put her other hand behind her waist. " Master," she
said, in a low voice, with her eyes attentively and entreat-
ingly fixed upon him, "Don't."
" I'll show you a wrist," repeated Mr. Jaggers, with an
immovable determination to show it. " Molly, let them see
your wrist."
"Master," she again murmured. "Please! "
" Molly," said Mr. Jaggers, not looking at her, but ob-
stinately looking at the opposite side of the room, "let
them see both your wrists. Show them. Come ! "
He took his hand from hers, and turned that wrist up on
the table. She brought her other hand from behind her,
and held the two out side by side. The last wrist was
pmuch disfigured — deeply scarred and scarred across and
' across. When she held her hands out, she took her eyes
from Mr. Jaggers, and turned them watchfully on every
one of the rest of us in succession.
/ "There's power here," said Mr. Jaggers, coolly tracing
/ out the sinews with his forefinger. " Very few men have
the power of wrist that this woman has. It's remarkable
what mere force of grip there is in these hands. I have
had occasion to notice many hands; but I never saw
stronger in that respect, man's or woman's, than these."
While he said these words in a leisurely critical style,
she continued to look at every one of us in regular succes-
sion as we sat. The moment he ceased, she looked at him
again. "That'll do, Molly," said Mr. Jaggers, giving her
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a slight nod; "you have been admired, and can go." She
withdrew her hands and went orit of the room, and Mr.
Jaggers, putting the decanters qn from his dumb-waiter,
filled his glass and passed round the wine.
" At half-past nine, gentlemen," said he, " we must break
up. Pray make the best use of your time. I am glad to
see you all. Mr. Drummle, I drink to you."
If his object in singling out Drummle were to bring him
out still more, it perfectly succeeded. In a sulky triumph,
Drummle showed his morose depreciation of the rest of us,
in a more and more offensive degree, until he became down-
right intolerable. Through all his stages, Mr. Jaggers fol-
lowed him with the same strange interest. He actually
seemed to serve as a zest to Mr. Jaggers's wine.
In our boyish want of discretion I dare say we took too
much to drink, and I know we talked too much. We be-
came particularly hot upon some boorish sneer of Drum-
mle's, to the effect that we were too free with our money.
It led to my remarking, with more zeal than discretion,
that it came with a bad grace from him, to whom Startop
had lent money in my presence but a week or so before.
" Well," retorted Drummle, "he'll be paid."
"I don't mean to imply that he won't," said I, "but it
might make you hold your tongue about us and our money,
I should think."
" You should think ! " retorted Drummle. " Oh Lord ! "
" I dare say," I went on, meaning to be very severe, " that
you wouldn't lend money to any of us if we wanted it."
"You are right," said Drummle. "I wouldn't lend one
of you a sixpence. I wouldn't lend anybody a sixpence."
"Rather mean to borrow under those circumstances, I
should say."
" You should say," repeated Drummle. "Oh Lord! "
This was so very aggravating — the more especially as I
found myself making no way against his surly obtuseness
— that I said, disregarding Herbert's efforts to check me :
"Come, Mr. Drummle, since we are on the subject, I'll
tell you what passed between Herbert here and me, when
you borrowed that money."
"7 don't want to know what passed between Herbert
there and you," growled Drummle. And I think he added
in a lower growl, that we might both go to the devil and
shake ourselves.
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"I'll tell you, however," said I, "whether you want to
know or not. We said that as you put it into your pocket
very glad to get it, you seemed to be immensely amused at
his being so weak as to lend it."
Drurnmle laughed outright, and sat laughing in our
faces, with his hands in his pockets and his round sholders
raised; plainly signifying that it was quite true, and that
he despised us as asses all.
Hereupon Startop took him in hand, though with a much
better grace than I had shown, and exhorted him to be a
little more agreeable. Startop being a lively bright young
fellow, and Drummle being the exact opposite, the latter
\ was always disposed to resent him as a direct personal
Tiffront. He now retorted in a coarse lumpish way, and
Startop tried to turn the discussion aside with some small
pleasantry that made us all laugh. Resenting this little
success more than anything, Drummle, without any threat
or warning, pulled his hands out of his pockets, dropped
his round shoulders, swore, took up a large glass, and would
have flung it at his adversary's head, but for our enter-
tainer's dexterously seizing it at the instant when it was
raised for that purpose.
"Gentlemen," said Mr. Jaggers, deliberately putting
down the glass, and hauling out his gold repeater by its
massive chain, " I am exceedingly sorry to announce that
it's half -past nine."
On this hint we all rose to depart. Before we got to the
street door, Startop was cheerily calling Drummle "old
boy," as if nothing had happened. But the old boy was so
far from responding, that he would not even walk to Ham-
mersmith on the same side of the way; so, Herbert anoTT,
~^th& remained in town, saw them going down the street on
opposite sides; Startop leading, and Drummle lagging be-
hind in the shadow of the houses, much as he was wont to
follow in his boat.
As the door was not yet shut, I thought I would leave
Herbert there for a moment, and run upstairs again to say
a word to my guardian. I found him in his dressing-room
surrounded by his stock of boots, already hard at it, wash-
ing his hands of us.
I told him I had come up again to say how sorry I was
that anything disagreeable should have occurred, and that
I hoped he would not blame me much.
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"Pooh!" said he, sluicing his face, and speaking
through the water-drops; "it's nothing, Pip. I like that
Spider though."
He had turned towards me now, and was shaking his
head, and blowing, and towelling himself.
"I am glad you like him, sir," said I — "but I don't."
"No, no," my guradian assented; "don't have too much
to do with him. Keep as clear of him as you can. But I
like the fellow, Pip; he is one of the true sort. Why, if
I was a fortune-teller "
Looking out of the towel, he caught my eye.
" But I am not a fortune-teller," he said, letting his head
drop into a festoon of towel, and towelling away at his two
ears. " You know what I am, don't you? Good night,
Pip."
"Good night, sir."
In about a month after that, the Spider's time with Mr.
Pocket was up for good, and, to the great relief of all the
house but Mrs. Pocket, he went home to the family hole.
CHAPTER XXVII.
" MY DEAR MR. PIP,
" I write this by request of Mr. Gargery, for to let you
know that he is going to London in company with Mr.
Wopsle and would be glad if agreeable to be allowed to see
you. He would call at Barnard's Hotel Tuesday morning
at nine o'clock, when if not agreeable please leave word.
Your poor sister is much the same as when you left. We
talk of you in the kitchen every night, and wonder what
you are saying and doing. If now considered in the light
of a liberty, excuse it for the love of poor old days. No
more, dear Mr. Pip, from
" Your ever obliged, and affectionate servant,
" BIDDY."
"P.S. He wishes me most particular to write what
larks. He says you will understand. I hope and do not
doubt it will be agreeable to see him even though a gentle-
man, for you had ever a good heart, and he is a worthy
worthy man. - I have read him all excepting only the last
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little sentence, and he wishes me most particular to write
again what larks."
I received this letter by post on Monday morning, and
therefore its appointment was for next day. Let me con-
fess exactly, with what feelings I looked forward to Joe's
coming.
Not with pleasure, though I was bound to him by so
many ties; no; with considerable disturbance, some morti-
fication, and a keen sense of incongruity. If I could have
kept him away by paying money, I certainly would have
paid money. My greatest reassurance^ was, that he was
coming to Barnard's Inn, not to Hanynersmith, and conse-
quently would »efc-fall in BentleyT5ru»»i^ff way. I had
little objection to his being- coon by Ilcfbert or his father,
for both of whom I had a respect; but I had the sharpest
sensitiveness as to his being seen byDruiuBftle, whom I held
in contempt. So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses
and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the
people whom we most despise.
I had begun to be always decorating the chambers in
some quite unnecessary and inappropriate way or other,
and very expensive those wrestles with Barnard proved to
be. By this time, the rooms were vastly different from
what I had found them, and I enjoyed the honour of occu-
pying a few prominent pages in the books of a neighbour-
ing upholsterer. I had got on so fast of late, that I had
even started a boy in boots — top boots — in bondage and
slavery to whom 1 might be said to pass my days. For,
after I had made this monster (out of the refuse of my
washerwoman's family) and had clothed him with a blue
coat, canary waistcoat, white cravat, creamy breeches, and
the boots already mentioned, I had to find him a little to
do and a great deal to eat; and with both of these horrible
requirements he haunted my existence.
This avenging phantom was ordered to be on duty at
eight on Tuesday morning in the hall (it was two feet
square, as charged for floorcloth), and Herbert suggested
certain things for breakfast that he thought Joe would like.
While I felt sincerely obliged to him for being so inter-
ested and considerate, I had an odd half -provoked sense
of suspicion upon me, that if Joe had been coming to see
him, he wouldn't have been quite so brisk about it.
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However, I came into town on /the Monday night to be
ready for Joe, and I got up early in the morning, and
caused the sitting-room and breakfast- table to assume their
most splendid appearance. Unfortunately the morning
was drizzly, and an angel could not have concealed the fact
that Barnard was shedding sooty tears outside the window,
like some weak giant of a Sw ^ep.
As the time approached I should have liked to run away,
but the Avenger pursuant to orders was in the hall, and
presently I heard Joe, on the staircase. I knew it was
Joe, by his clumsy manner of coining upstairs — his state
boots being always too big for him — and by the time it
took him to read the names on the other floors in the course
of his ascent. When at last he stopped outside our door,
I could hear his finger tracing over the painted letters of
my name, and I afterwards distinctly heard him breathing
in at the keyhole. Finally he gave a faint single rap, and
Pepper — such was the compromising name of the avenging
boy — announced " Mr. Gargery ! " I thought he never
would have done wiping his feet, and that I must have
gone out to lift him off the mat, but at last he came in.
" Joe, how are you, Joe? "
" Pip, how AIR you, Pip? "
With his good honest face all glowing and shining, and
his hat put down on the floor between us, he caught both
my hands and worked them straight up and down, as if I
had been the last-patented Pump.
"I am glad to see you, Joe. Give me your hat."
But Joe, taking it up carefully with both hands, like a
bird's-nest with eggs in it, wouldn't hear of parting with
that piece of property, and persisted in standing talking
over it in ^a most uncomfortable way.
"Which you have that growed," said Joe, "and that
swelled, and that gentle-f olked ; " Joe considered a little
before he discovered this word; "as to besure you are a
honour to your king and country."
"And you, Joe, look wonderfully well."
"Thank God," said Joe, "I'm ekerval to most. And
your sister, she's no worse than she were. And Biddy,
she's ever right and ready. And all friends is no backerder,
if not no forarder. 'Ceptin' Wopsle: he's had a drop."
All this time (still with both hands taking great care of
the bird's-nest), Joe was rolling his eyes round and round
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the room, and round and round the flowered pattern of my
dressing-gown.
"Had a drop, Joe?"
"Why yes," said Joe, lowering his voice, "he's left the
Church and went into the playacting. Which the playact-
ing have likewise brought him to London along with me.
And his wish were," said Joe, getting the bird's-nest under
his left arm for the moment, and groping in it for an egg
with his right; "if no offence, as I would 'and you that."
I took what Joe gave me, and found it to be the crum-
pled playbill of a small metropolitan theatre, announcing
the first appearance, in that very week, of " the celebrated
Provincial Amateur of Koscian renown, whose unique per-
formance in the highest tragic walk of our National Bard
has lately occasioned so great a sensation in local dramatic
circles."
" Were you at his performance, Joe? " I inquired.
" I were," said Joe, with emphasis and solemnity.
" Was there a great sensation? "
"Why," said Joe, "yes, there certainly were a peck of
orange-peel. Partickler when he see the ghost. Though
I put it to yourself, sir, whether it were calc'lated to keep
a man up to his work with a good hart, to be continiwally
cutting in betwixt him and the Ghost with ' Amen ! ' A
man may have had a misfortun' and been in the Church,"
said Joe, lowering his voice to an argumentative and feel-
ing tone, "but that is no reason why you should put him
out at such a time. Which I meantersay, if the ghost of a
man's own father cannot be allowed to claim his attention,
what can, Sir? Still more, when his mourning 'at is un-
fortunately made so small as that the weight of the black
feathers brings it off, try to keep it on how you may."
A ghost-seeing effect in Joe's own countenance informed
me that Herbert had entered the room. So, I presented
Joe to Herbert, who held out his hand; but Joe backed
from it, and held on by the bird's-nest.
"Your servant, Sir," said Joe, "which I hope as you
and Pip " — here his eye fell on theAienger, who was put-
ting some toast on table, and so plainly denoted an inten-
tion to make that young gentleman one of the family, that
I frowned it down and confused him more — " I meantersay,
you two gentlemen — which I hope as you gets your elths
in this close spot? For the present may be a wery good
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inn, according to London opinions," said Joe, coufiden:
tially, "and I believe its character do stand i; but I
wouldn't keep a pig in it myself — not in the case that I
wished him to fatten wholesome and to eat with a meller
flavour on him."
Having borne this flattering testimony to the merits of
our dwelling-place, and having incidentally shown this
tendency to call me "sir," Joe, being invited to sit down
to table, looked all round the room for a suitable spot on
which to deposit his hat — as if it were only on some few
very rare substances in nature that it could find a resting-
place — and ultimately stood it on an extreme corner of the
chimney-piece, from which it ever afterwards fell off at
intervals.
"Do you take tea, or coffee, Mr. Gargery? " asked Her-
bert, who always presided of a morning.
"Thankee, Sir," said Joe, stiff from head to foot, "I'll
take whichever is most agreeable to yourself."
"What do you say to coffee? "
"Thankee, Sir," returned Joe, evidently dispirited by
the proposal, "since you are, so kind as to make chice of
coffee, I will not run contrairy to your own opinions. But
don't you never find it a little 'eating ? "
"Say tea, then," said Herbert, pouring it out.
Here Joe's hat tumbled off the mantel-piece, and he
started out of his chair and picked it up, and fitted it to the
same exact spot. As if it were an absolute point of good
breeding that it should tumble off again soon.
" When did you come to town, Mr. Gargery? "
"Were it yesterday afternoon?" said Joe, after cough-
ing behind his hand as if he had had time to catch the
whooping-cough since he came. " No it were not. Yes it
were. Yes. It were yesterday afternoon " (with an ap-
pearance of mingled wisdom, relief, and strict impar-
tiality).
" Have you seen anything of London, yet? "
"Why, yes, Sir," said Joe, "me and Wopsle went off
straight to look at the Blacking Ware'us. But we didn't
find that it come up to its likeness in the red bills at the
shop doors : which I meantersay," added Joe, in an explan-
atory manner, "as it is there drawd too architectooral-
ooral."
I really believe Joe would have prolonged this word
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(mightily expressive to my mind of some architecture that
I know) into a perfect Chorus, but for his attention being
providentially attracted by his hat, which was toppling.
Indeed, it demanded from him a constant attention, and a
quickness of eye and hand, very like that exacted by
wicket-keeping. He made extraordinary play with it, and
showed the greatest skill; now, rushing at it and catching
it neatly as it dropped; now, merely stopping it midway,
beating it up, and humouring it in various parts of the room
and against a good deal of the pattern of the paper on the
wall, before he felt it safe to close with it; finally splash-
ing it into the slop-basin, where I took the liberty of laying
hands upon it.
As to his shirt-collar, and his coat-collar, they were per-
plexing to reflect upon — insoluble mysteries both. Why
should a man scrape himself to that extent, before he could
consider himself full dressed? Why should he suppose it
necessary to be purified by suffering for his holiday clothes?
Then he fell into such unaccountable fits of meditation,
with his fork midway between his plate and his mouth;
had his eyes attracted in such strange directions; was
afflicted with such remarkable coughs; sat so far from the
table, and dropped so much more than he ate, and pre-
tended that he hadn't dropped it; that I was heartily glad
when Herbert left us for the city.
I had neither the good sense nor the good feeling to know
that this was all my fault, and that if I had been easier
with Joe, Joe would have been easier with me. I felt im-
patient of him and out of temper with him; in which con-
dition he heaped coals of fire on my head.
"Us two being now alone, Sir" — began Joe.
" Joe," I interrupted, pettishly, " how can you call me
Sir?"
Joe looked at me for a single instant with something
faintly like reproach. Utterly preposterous as his cravat
was, and as his collars were, I was conscious of a sort of
dignity in the look.
"Us two being now alone," resumed Joe, "and me hav-
ing the intentions and abilities to stay not many minutes
more, I will now conclude — leastways begin — to mention
what have led to my having had the present honour. For
was it not," said Joe, with his old air of lucid exposition,
" that my only wish were to be useful to you, I should not
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have had the honour of breaking wittles in the company
and abode of gentlemen."
I was so unwilling to see the look again, that I made no
remonstrance against this tone.
''Well, Sir," pursued Joe, "this is how it were. I were
at the Bargemen t'other night, Pip; " whenever he sub-
sided into affection, he called me Pip, and whenever he re-
lapsed into politeness he called me Sir; "when there come
up in his shay-cart Pumblechook. Which that same iden-
tical," said Joe, going down a new track, "do comb my
'air the wrong way sometimes, awful, by giving out up and
down town as it were him which ever had your infant com-
panionation and were looked upon as a playfellow by your-
self."
"Nonsense. It was you, Joe."
"Which I fully believed it were, Pip," said Joe, slightly
tossing his head, "though it signify little now, Sir. Well,
Pip; this same identical, which his manners is given to
blusterous, come to me at the Bargemen (wot a pipe and a
pint of beer do give refreshment to the working-man, Sir,
and do not over stimulate), and his word were, 'Joseph, Miss
Havisham she wish to speak to you. ' "
" Miss Havisham, Joe? "
"'She wished,' were Pumblechook' s word, 'to speak
to you.' }: Joe sat and rolle6ThTs~e"yeirat the ceiling.
" Yes, Joe? Go on, please."
"Next day, Sir," said Joe, looking at me as if I were a
long way off, "having cleaned myself, I go and I see Miss
A."
"Miss A., Joe? Miss Havisham? " ^
"Which 1 say, Sir," replied Joe, with an air of legal
formality, as if he were making his will, "Miss A., or
otherways Havisham. Her expression air then as foller-
ing : ' Mr. Gargery. You air in correspondence with Mr.
Pip? ' Having had a letter from you, I were able to say ' I
am.' (When I married your sister, Sir, I said 'I will; '
and when I answered your friend, Pip, I said, 'lam.'}
' Would you tell him, then, ' said she, ' that which Estella)
has come home, and would be glad to see him.' " j
I felt my face fire up as I looked at Joe. I hope one
remote cause of its firing, may have been my consciousness
that if I had known his errand, I should have given him
more encouragement.
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" Biddy," pursued Joe, " when I got home and asked her
fur to write the message to you, a little hung back. Biddy
says, ' I know he will be very glad to have it by word of
mouth, it is holiday-time, you want to see him, go ! ' I
have now concluded, Sir," said Joe, rising from his chair,
" and, Pip, I wish you ever well and ever prospering to a
greater and greater height."
" But you are not going now, Joe? "
" Yes I am," said Joe.
" But you are coming back to dinner, Joe? n
"No I am not," said Joe.
Our eyes met, and all the "Sir" melted out of that
manly heart as he gave me his hand.
" Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many part-
ings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a black-
smith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith, and
one's a coppersmith. Diwisions among such must come,
and must be met as they come. If there's been any fault
at all to-day, it's mine. You and me is not two figures
to be together in London; nor yet anywheres else but what
is private, and beknown, and understood among friends.
It ain't that I am proud, but that I want to be right, as
you shall never see me no more in these clothes. I'm
wrong in these clothes. I'm wrong out of the forge, the
kitchen, or off th' meshes. You won't find half so much
fault in me if you think of me in my forge dress, with my
hammer in my hand, or even my pipe. You won't find
half so much fault in me if, supposing as you should ever
wish to see me, you come and put your head in at the forge
window and see Joe the blacksmith, there, at the old anvil,
in the old burnt apron, sticking to the old work. I'm aw-
ful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights
of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old
chap, GOD bless you ! "
I had not been mistaken in my fancy that there was a
simple dignity in him. The fashion of his dress could no
more come in its way when he spoke these words, than it
could come in its way in Heaven. He touched me gently
on the forehead, and went out. As soon as I could recover
myself sufficiently, I hurried out after him and looked for
him in the neighbouring streets; but he was gone.
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CHAPTER XXVIII.
IT was clear that I must repair to our town next day,
and in the first flow of my repentance it was equally clear
that I must stay at Joe's. But, when I had secured my
box-place by to-morrow's coach, and had been down to Mr.
Pocket's and back, I was not by any means convinced on
the last point, and began to invent reasons and make ex-
cuses for putting up at the Blue Boar. I should be an in-
convenience at Joe's; I was~not expected, and my bed
would not be ready; I should be too far from Miss Ha vis-
ham's, and she was exacting and mightn't like it. All
other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swind-
lers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely
a curious thing. That I should innocently take a bad.half-
crown of somebody else's manufacture, is reasonable
enough; but that I should knowingly reckon the spurious
coin of my own make, as good money! An obliging
stranger, under pretence of compactly folding up my bank-
notes for security's sake, abstracts the notes and gives me
nutshells; but what is his sleight of hand to mine, when
I fold up my own nutshells and pass them on myself as
notes !
Having settled that I must go to the Blue Boar, my
mind was much disturbed by indecision whether or no to
take the Avenger. It was tempting to think of that ex-
pensive Mercenary publicly airing his boots in the archway
of the Blu^jBoaf's posting-yard: it was almost solemn to
imagine him casually produced in the tailor's shop and
confounding the disrespectful senses of Trabb's boy. On
the other hand, Trabb's boy might worm himself into his
intimacy and tell him things; or, reckless and desperate
wretch as I knew he could be, might hoot him in the High-
street. My patroness, too, migfet hear of him, and not
approve. On the whole, JLxesolyed to leave the_4yenger
/behind*
It was the afternoon coach by which I had taken my
place, and, as winter had now come round, I should not ar-
rive at my destination until two or three hours after dark.
Our time of starting from the Cross Keys was two o'clock.
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I arrived on the ground with a quarter of an hour to spare,
attended by the Avenger — if I may connect that expression
with one who. never attended on me if he could possibly
help it.
At that time it was customary to carry convicts down to
the dockyards by stage-coach. As I had often heard of
them in the capacity of outside passengers, and had more
than once seen them on the high road dangling their ironed
legs over the coach roof, I had no cause to be surprised
when Herbert, meeting me in the yard, came up and told
me there were two convicts going down with me. But I
had a reason that was an old reason now, for constitution-
ally faltering whenever I heard the word convict.
" You don't mind them, Handel? " said Herbert.
"Oh no!"
" I thought you seemed as if you didn't like them? "
" I can't pretend that I do like them, and I suppose you
don't particularly. But I don't mind them."
"See! There they are," said Herbert, "coming out of
the Tap. What a degraded and vile sight it is ! "
They had been treating their guard, I suppose, for they
had a gaoler with them, and all three came out wiping
their mouths on their hands. The two convicts were hand-
cuffed together, and had irons on their legs — irons of a
pattern that I knew well. They wore the dress that I
likewise knew well. Their keeper had a brace of pistols,
and carried a thick- knobbed bludgeon under his arm; but
he was on terms of good understanding with them, and
stood, with them beside him, looking on at the putting-to
of the horses, rather with an air as if the convicts were an
interesting Exhibition-aot formally open at the moment,
and he the Curator. \0n^ was a taller and stouter man
than the other, and appeared as a matter of course, accord-
ing to the mysterious ways of the world both convict and
free, to have had allotted to him the smaller suit of clothes.
His arms and legs were like great pincushions of those
shapes, and Ms attire disguised him absurdly; but I knew
his half-closed eye at one glance. There stood the man
whom I had seen on the settle at the Three Jolly Barge-
men on a Saturday night, and who had brought me down
with his invisible gun !
It was easy to make sure that as yet he knew me no
more than if he had never seen me in his life. He looked
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across at me, and his eye appraised my watch-chain, and
then he incidentally spat and said something to the other
convict, and they laughed and slued themselves round with
a clink of their coupling manacle, and looked at something
else. The great numbers on their backs, as if they were
street doors; their coarse mangy ungainly outer surface, as
if they were lower animals; their ironed legs, apologetic-
ally garlanded with pocket-handkerchiefs; and the way in
which all present looked at them and kept from them;
made them (as Herbert had said) a most disagreeable and
degraded spectacle.
But this was not the worst of it. It came out that the
whole of the back of the coach had been taken by a family
removing from London, and that there were no places for
the two prisoners but on the seat in front, behind the
coachman. Hereupon, a choleric gentleman, who had taken
the fourth place on that seat, flew into a most violent pas-
sion, and said that it was a breach of contract to mix him
up with such villainous company, and that it was poison-
ous and pernicious and infamous and shameful, and I
don't know what else. At this time the coach was ready
and the coachman impatient, and we were all preparing to
get up, and the prisoners had come over with their keeper
— bringing with them that curious flavour of bread-poul-
tice, baize, rope-yarn, and hearth-stone, which attends the
convict presence.
"Don't take it so much amiss, sir," pleaded the keeper
to the angry passenger; " I'll sit next you myself. I'll
put 'em on the outside of the row. They won't interfere
with you, sir.N You needn't know they're there."
" And don' t bla me me, " growled the convict I had recog-
nised. " 1 don't want to go. 1 am quite ready to stay be-
hind. As fur as I am concerned any one's welcome to my
place."
"Or mine," said the other, gruffly. "1 wouldn't have
incomm&ded none of you, if I'd a had my way." Then,
they both laughed, and began cracking nuts, and spitting
the shells about. — As I really think I should have liked
to do myself, if I had been in their place and so despised.
At length, it was voted that there was no help for the
angry gentleman, and that he must either go in his chance
company or remain behind. So, he got into his place, still
making complaints, and the keeper got into the place nexi
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him, and the convicts hauled themselves up as well as they
could, and the convict rEacT recognised sat behind me with
his breath on the hair of my head.
" Good bye, Handel ! " Herbert called out as we started.
I thought what a blessed fortune it was, that he had found
another name for me than Pip.
It is impossible to express with what acuteness I felt the
convict's breathing, not only on the baclT of my head, but
all along my spine. The sensation was like being touched
in the marrow with some pungent and searching~acid, and
it sfit my VPTJL teeth on edge. He seemed to have more
breathing business to ao than another man, and to make
more noise in doing it; and I was conscious of growing
high-shouldered on one side, in my shrinking endeavours
to fend him off.
The weather was miserably raw, and the two cursed the
cold . It made us all lethargic before we had gone far, and
when we had left the H^lf^wa^JHouse behind, we habitu-
ally dozed and shivered and were silent. I dozed off, my-
self, in considering the question whether I ought to restore
a couple of pounds sterling to this creature before losing
sight of him, and how it could best be done. In the act
of dipping forward as if I were going to bathe among
the horses, I woke in a fright and took the question up
again.
But I must have lost it longer than I had thought, since,
although I could recognise nothing in the darkness and the
fitful lights and shadows of our lamps, I traced marsh
country in the cold damp wind that blew at us. Cowering
forward for warmth and to make me a screen against the
wind, the convicts were closer to me than before. The
very first words I heard them interchange as I became con-
scious, were the words of my own thought, "Two One
Pound notes."
" How did he get 'em? " said the convict I had never
seen.
"How should I know?" returned the other. "He had
'em stowed away sornehows. Giv him by friends, I ex-
pect."
"I wish," said the other, with a bitter curse upon the
cold, "that I had 'em here."
" Two one pound notes, or friends? "
'• Two one pound notes. I'd sell all the friends I ever
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had, for one, and think it a blessed good bargain. Well?
So he says ? "
"So he says," resumed the convict I had recognised —
"it was all said and done in half a minute, behind a pile
of timber in the Dockyard — ' You're a going to be dis-
charged ! ' Yes, I was. Would I find out that boy that
had fed him and kep his secret, and give him them two one
pound notes? Yes I would. And I did,"
"More fool you," growled the other. "I'd have spent
'em on a Man, in wittles and drink. He must have been a
green one. Mean to say he knowed nothing of you? "
" Not a ha'porth. Different gangs and different ships.
He was tried again for prison breaking, and got made a
Lifer."
"And was that — Honour! — the only time you worked
out, in this part of the country? "
"The only time."
" What might have been your opinion of the place? "
"A most beastly place. Mudbank, mist, swamp, and
work: work, swamp, mist, andjgugbank."
They both execrated the place in very strong language,
and gradually growled themselves out, and had nothing
left to say.
After overhearing this dialogue, I should assuredly have
got down and been left in the solitude and darkness of the
highway, but for feeling certain that the man had no sus-
picion of my identity. Indeed, I was not only so changed
in the course of nature, but so differently dressed and so
differently circumstanced, that it was not at all likely he
could have known me without accidental help. Still, the
coincidence of our being together on the coach, was suffi-
ciently strange to fill me with a dread that some other coin-
cidence might at any moment connect me, in his hearing,
with my name. For this reason, I resolved to alight as
soon as we touched the town, and put myself out of his
hearing. This device I executed successfully. My little
portmanteau was in the boot under my feet; I had but to
turn a hinge to get it out; I threw it down before me, got
down after it, and was left at the first lamp on the first
stones of the town pavement. As to the convicts, they
went their way with the coach, and I knew at what point
they would be spirited off to the river. In my fancy, I saw
the boat with its convict crew waiting for them at the
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slime- washed stairs, — again heard the gruff "Give way,
you ! " like an order to dogs — again saw the wicked Noah's
Ark lying out on the black water.
I could not have said what I was afraid of, for my fear
was altogether undefined and vague, but there was great
fear upon me. As I walked on to the hotel, I felt that a
dread, much exceeding the mere apprehension of a painful
or disagreeable recognition, made me tremble. I am con-
fident that it took no distinctness of shape, and that it was
the revival for a few_mmutes of the terrpr of childlwod.
The coffee-room at the Blue Boar was empty, and I had
not only ordered my dinner there, but had sat down to it,
before the waiter knew me. As soon as he had apologised
for the remissness of his memory, he asked me if he should
send Boots for Mr. Pumblechook?
"No," said I, "certainly not."
The waiter (it was he who had brought up the Great
Remonstrance from the Commercials on the day when I
was bound) appeared surprised, and took the earliest op-
portunity of putting a dirty old copy of a local newspaper
so directly in my way, that I took it up and read this par-
agraph :
" Our readers will learn, not altogether without interest,
in reference to the recent romantic rise in fortune of a
young artificer in iron of this neighbourhood (what a theme,
by the way, for the magic pen of our as yet not universally
acknowledged townsman TOOBY, the poet of our columns!)
that the youth's earliest patron, companion, and friend, Avas
a highly-respected individual not entirely unconnected with
the corn and seed trade, and whose eminently convenient
and commodious business premises are situate within a
hundred miles of the High-street. It is not wholly irre-
spective of our personal feelings that we record HIM as the
Mentor of our young Telemachus, for it is good to know
that our town produced the founder of the latter' s fortunes.
Does the thought-contracted brow of the local Sage or the
lustrous eye of local Beauty inquire whose fortunes? We
believe that Quintin Matsys was the BLACKSMITH of Ant-
werp. VERB. SAP."
I entertain a conviction, based upon large experience,
that if in the days of my prosperity I had gone to the
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North Pole, I should have met somebody there, wandering
Esquimaux or civilised man, who would have told me that
Pumblechook was my earliest patron and the founder of
my fortunes.
CHAPTER XXIX.
BETIMES in the morning I was up and out. It was too
early yet to go to Miss^JJayisham's, so I loitered into the
country on Miss Hi vf«h qjT^r^^ft"^l^[HJ?— - w^* 'p^ was no^
^»Foe1sr~si3e;Ij[ could go there to-morrow — thinkitig~about my
patroness, and" painting brilliant pictures of her plans for
me.
She had adopted Estella, she had as good as adopted
me, and it could not fail to be her intention to bring us
together. She reserved it for me to restore the desolate
house, admit the sunshine into the dark rooms, set the
clocks a going and the cold hearths a blazing, tear down
the cobwebs, destroy the vermin — in short, do all the shin-
ing deeds of the young Knight of romance, and marry the
Princess. I had stopped to look at the house as I passed;
and its seared red brick walls, blocked windows, and strong
green ivy clasping even the stacks of chimneys with its
twigs and tendons, as if with sinewy old arms, had made
up a rich attractive mystery, of which I was the hero.
Estella was the inspiration of it, and the heart of it, of
course. But, though she had taken such a strong posses-
sion of me, though my fancy and my hope were so set upon
her, though her influence on my boyish life and character
had been all-powerful, I did not, even that romantic morn-
ing, invest her with any attributes save those she possessed.
I mention this in this place, of a fixed purpose, because it
is the clue by which I am to be followed into my poor
labyrinth. According to my experience, the conventional^
notion of a lover cannot be always true. The unqualified
truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man,
I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once
for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not al-
ways, that I loved her against reason, against promise,
against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all
discouragement that could be Once for all; I loved her
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none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influ-
ence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her
to be human perfection.
I so shaped out my walk as to arrive at the gate at my
old time. When I had rung at the bell with an unsteady
hand, I turned my back upon the gate, while I tried to get
my breath and keep the beating of my heart moderately
quiet. I heard the side door open, and steps came across
the courtyard; but I pretended not to hear, even when the
gate swung on its rusty hinges.
Being at last touched on the shoulder, I started and
turned. I started much more naturally then, to find my-
.self confronted by a man in a sober grey dress. The last
man I should have expected to see in that place of porter
at Miss Havisham's door.
master, there's more changes than yours.
But come in, come in. It's opposed to my orders to hold
the gate open."
I entered and he swung it, and locked it, and took the
key out. " Yes ! " said he, facing round, after doggedly
preceding me a few steps towards the house. "Here I
am!"
" How did you come here? "
" I come here," he retorted, " on my legs. I had my box
brought alongside me in a barrow."
"Are you here for good? "
"I ain't here for harm, young master, I suppose."
I was not so sure of that. I had leisure to entertain the
retort in my mind, while he slowly lifted his heavy
glance from the pavement, up my legs and arms to my face.
"Then you have left the forge? " I said.
"Do this look like a forge? " replied Orlick, sending his
glance all round him with an air of injury. " Now, do it
look like it? "
I asked him how long he had left Gargery's forge?
"One day is so like another here," he replied, "that I
don't know without casting it up. However, I come here
some time since you left."
"I could have told you that, Orlick."
"Ah!" said he, drily. "But then you've got to be a
scholar. "
By this time we had come to the house, where I found
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his room to be one just within the side door, with a little
window in it looking on the courtyard. In its small pro-
portions, it was not unlike the kind of place usually as-
signed to a gate-porter in Paris. Certain keys were hang-
ing on the wall, to which he now added the gate-key; and
his patchwork-covered bed was in a little inner division
or recess. The whole had a slovenly, confined and sleepy
look, like a cage for a human dormouse : while he, looming
dark and heavy in the shadow of a corner by the window,
looked like the human dormouse for whom it was fitted up
— as indeed he was.
" I never saw this room before," I remarked; " but there
used to be no Porter here."
"No," said he; "not till it got about that there was no
protection on the premises, and it come to be considered
dangerous, with convicts and Tag and Rag and Bobtail
going up and down. And then I was recommended to the
place as a man who could give another man as good as he
brought, and I took it. It's easier than bellowsing and
hammering. — That's loaded, that is."
My eye had been caught by a gun with a brass-bound
stock over the chimney-piece, and his eye had followed
mine.
"Well," said I, not desirous of more conversation, "shall
I go up to Miss Havisham? "
" Burn me, if I know ! " he retorted, first stretching him-
self and then shaking himself; "my orders ends here,
young master. I give this here bell a rap with this here
hammer, and you go on along the passage till you meet
somebody."
" I am expected, I believe? "
" Burn me twice over, if I can say ! " said he.
Upon that I turned down the long passage which I had
first trodden in my thick boots, and he made his bell sound .
At the end of the passage, while the bell was still rever-
berating, I found Sarah Pocket : who appeared to have now
become coustitutionaitf"green and yellow by reason of me.
" Oh ! " said she. " You, is it, Mr. Pip? "
" It is, Miss Pocket. I am glad to tell you that Mr.
Pocket and family are all well."
" Are they any wiser? " said Sarah, with a dismal shake
of the head; "they had better be wiser than well. Ah,
Matthew, Matthew ! You know your way, sir? "
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Tolerably, for I had gone up the staircase in the dark,
many a time. I ascended it now, in lighter boots than of
yore, and tapped in my old way at the door of Miss Hav-
isham's room. " Pip's rap," I heard her say, immediately;
"come in, Pip."
She was in her chair near the old table, in the old dress,
with her two hands crossed on her stick, her chin resting
on them, and her eyes on the fire. Sitting near her, with
the white shoe, that had never been worn, in her hand, and
her head bent as she looked at it, was an elegant lady
whom I had never seen.
"Come in, Pip," Miss Havisham continued to mutter,
without looking round or up; "come in, Pip; how do you
do, Pip? so you kiss my hand as if I were a queen, eh?
Well? "
She looked up at me suddenly, only moving her eyes,
and repeated in a grimly playful manner,
" Well? »
"I heard, Miss Havisham," said I, rather at a loss,
" that you were so kind as to wish me to come and see you,
and I came directly."
" Well? "
The lady whom I had never seen before, lifted up her
eyes and looked archly at me, and then I saw that the eyes
were Estella's eyes. But she was so much changed, was
so much more beautiful, so much more womanly, in all
things winning admiration had made such wonderful ad-
vance, that I seemed to have made none. I fancied, as
I looked at her, that I slipped hopelessly back into the
coarse and common boy again. 0 the sense of distance and
disparity that came upon me, and the inaccessibility that
came about her !
She gave me her hand. I stammered something about
the pleasure I felt in seeing her again, and about my hav-
ing looked forward to it for a long, long time.
"Do you find her much changed, Pip?" asked Miss
Havisham, with her greedy look, and striking her stick
upon a chair that stood between them, as a sign to me to
sit down there.
" When I came in, Miss Havisham, I thought there was
nothing of Estella in the face or figure; but now it all set-
tles down so curiously into the old — — "
" What? You are not going to say into the old Estella? "
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Miss Havisham interrupted. " She was proud and insult-
ing, and you wanted to go away from her. Don't you re-
member? "
I said confusedly that that was long ago, and that I
knew no better then, and the like. Estella smiled with
perfect composure, and said she had no doubt of my hav-
ing been quite right, and of her having been very disagree-
able.
"Is he changed?" Miss Havisham asked her.
"Very much," said Estella, looking at me.
" Less coarse and common? " said Miss Havisham, play-
ing with Estella' s hair.
Estella laughed, and looked at the shoe in her hand,
and laughed again and looked at me, and put the shoe
down. She treated me as a boy still, but she lured me on.
We sat in the dreamy room among the old strange influ-
ences which had so wrought upon me, and I learnt that she
had but just come~lionie from France, and that she was
going to London. Proud and wilful as of old, she had
brought those qualities into such subjection to her beauty
that it was impossible and out of nature — or I thought so
— to separate them from her beauty. Truly it was impos-
sible to dissociate her presence from all those wretched
hankerings after money and gentility that had disturbed
my boyhood — from all those ill-regulated aspirations that
had first made me ashamed of home and Joe — from all
those visions that had raised her face in the glowing fire,
struck it out of the iron on the anvil, extracted it from the
darkness of night to look in at the wooden window of the
forge and flit away. In a word, it was impossible for me
to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the in-
nermost life of my life.
It was settled that I should stay there all the rest of the
day, and return to the hotel at night, and to London to-
morrow. When we had conversed for a while, Miss Hav-
isham sent us two out to walk in the neglected garden : on
our coming in by-and-bye, she said I should wheel her
about a little, as in times of yore.
So, Estella and I went out into the garden by the gate
through which I had strayed to my encounter with the pale
young gentleman, now Herbert; I, trembling in spirit and
worshipping the very hem of her dress; she, quite com-
posed and most decidedly not worshipping the hem of mine.
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As we drew near to the place of encounter, she stopped,
and said :
" I must have been a singular little creature to hide and
see that fight that day : but I did, and I enjoyed it very
much."
"You rewarded me very much."
" Did I? " she replied, in an incidental and forgetful
way. " I remember I entertained a great objection to your
adversary, because I took it ill that he should be brought
here to pester me with his company."
"He and I are great friends now."
" Are you? I think I recollect though, that you read
with his father? "
"Yes."
I made the flfhniasinn with reluctance, for it seemed to
have a boyish look, and she already treated me more than
enough like a boy.
" Since your change of fortune and prospects, you have
changed your companions," said Estella.
"Naturally," said I.
"And necessarily," she added, in a haughty tone;
" what was fit company for you once, would be quite unfit
company for you now."
In my Conscience, I doubt very much whether I had any
lingeringjntention left of going to see Joe; but if I had,
this observatioir~put it to flight.
" You had no idea of your impending good fortune, in
those times? " said Estella, with a slight wave of her
hand, signifying the fighting times.
"Not the least."
The air of completeness and superiority with which she
walked at my side, and the air of yjmthfulness and submis-
s.ion with which I walked at hers, made a contrast that I
strongly felt. It would have rankled in me more than it
did, if I had not regarded myself asleliciting it by being
so set apart for her and assigned to her.
The garden was too overgrown and rank for walking in
with ease, and after we had made the round of it twice or
thrice, we came out again into the brewery yard. I showed
her to a nicety where I had seen her walking on the casks,
that firsfoldHay, and she said with a cold and careless,
look in that direction, " Did I? " I reminded her where
she had come out of the house and given me my meat and
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drink, and she said, "I don't remember." "Not remem-
ber that you made me cry? " said I. "No," said she, and
shook her head and looked about her. I verily believe that
her not remembering and not minding in the least, made
me cry again, inwardly — and that is the sharpest crying
of all.
"You must know," said Estella, condescending to me as
a brilliant and beautiful woman might, " that I have no
heart — if that has anything to do with my memory."
I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the
liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there
could be no such beauty without it.
" Oh ! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have
no doubt," said Estella, "and, of course, if it ceased to
beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I
have no softness there, no — sympathy — sentiment — non-
sense."
What was it that was borne in upon my mind when she
stood still and looked attentively at me? Anything that I
had seen in Miss Havisham? No. In some of her looks
and gestures there was that tinge of resemblance to Miss
Havisnanl which may often be noticed to have~~been ac-
quired by children, from grown persons with whom they
have been much associated and secluded, and which, when
childhood' is past, will produce a remarkable occasional
likeness of expression between faces that are otherwise
quite different. And yet I could not trace this to Miss
Havisham. I looked again, and though she was still look-
ing at me, the suggestion was gone.
What was it? j
" I am serious, said Estella, not so much with a frown
(for her brow was smooth) as with a darkening of her face;
" if we are to be thrown much together, you had better be-
lieve it at once. No ! " imperiously stopping me as I opened
my lips. " I have not bestowed my tenderness anywhere.
I have never had any such thing."
In another moment we were in the brewery so long dis-
used, and she pointed to the high gallery where I had seen
her going out on that same first day, and told me she re-
membered to have been up there, and to have seen me
standing scared below. As my eyes followed her white
hand, again- the same dim suggestion that I could not pos-
sibly grasp, crossed me. My involuntary start occasioned
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her to lay her hand upon my arm. Instantly the ghost
passed once more and was gone.
What was it?
" What is the matter? " asked Estella. " Are you scared
again? "
"I should be if I believed what you said just now," I
replied, to turn it off.
"Then you don't? Very well. It is said, at any rate.
Miss Havisham will soon be expecting you at your old
post, though I think that might be laid aside now, with
other old belongings. Let us make one more round of the
garden, and then go in. Come ! You shall not shed tears
for my cruelty to-day ; you shall be my Page, and give me
your shoulder."
Her handsome dress had trailed upon the ground. She
held it in one hand now, and with the other lightly touched
my shoulder as we walked.
We walked round the ruined garden twice or thrice
more, and it was all in bloom for me. If the green and
yellow growth of weed in the chinks of the old wall had
been the most precious flowers that ever blew, it could not
have been more cherished in my remembrance.
There was no discrepancy of years between us, to re-
move her far from me; we were of nearly the same age,
though of course the age told for more in her case than in
mine; but the air of inaccessibility which her beauty and
her manner gave her, tormented me in the midst of my de-
light, and at the height of the assurance I felt that our
patroness had chosen us for one another. Wretched boy !
At last we went back into the house, and there I heard,
with surprise, that my guardian had come down to see Miss
Havisham on business, and would come back to dinner.
The old wintry branches of chandeliers in the room where
the mouldering table was spread, had been lighted while
we were out, and Miss Havisham was in her chair and
waiting for me.
It was like pushing the chair itself back into the past,
when we began the old slow circuit round about the ashes
of the bridal feast. But, in the funereal room, with that
figure of the grave fallen back in the chair fixing its eyes
upon her, Estella looked more bright and beautiful than
before, and I was under stronger enchantment.
The- time so melted away, that our early dinner-hour
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drew close at hand, and Estella left us to prepare herself.
We had stopped near the centre of the long table, and Miss
Havisham, with one of her withered arms stretched out of
the chair, rested that clenched hand upon the yellow cloth.
As Estella looked back over her shoulder before going out
at the door, Miss Havisham kissed that hand to her, with
a ravenous intensity that was of its kind quite dreadful.
Then, Estella being gone and we two left alone, she
turned to me and said in a whisper :
"Is she beautiful, graceful, well-grown? Do you admire
her? "
"Everybody must who sees her, Miss Havisham."
She drew an arm round my neck, and drew my head close
down to hers as she sat in the chair. " Love her, love her,
love her! How does she use you? "
Before I could answer (if I could have answered so diffi-
cult a question at all), she repeated, " Love her, love her,
love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds
you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces — and as it
gets older and stronger it will tear deeper — love her, love
her, love her ! "
Never had I seen such passionate eagerness as was joined
to her utterance of these words. I could feel the muscles
of the thin arm round my neck, swell with the vehemence
that possessed her.
" Hear me, Pip ! I adopted her to be loved. I bred her
and educated her, to be loved. I developed her into what
she is, that she might be loved. Love her ! "
She said the word often enough, and there could be no
doubt that she me^nt to say it; but if the often repeated
word had been hate instead of love — despair — revenge —
dire death — it could not have sounded from her lips more
like a curse.
"I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate
whisper, " what real love is. It is blind devotion, unques-
tioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief
against yourself and against the whole world, giving up
your whole heart and soul to the smiter — as I did ! "
When she came to that, and to a wild cry that followed
that, I caught her round the waist. For she rose up in the
chair, in her shroud of a dress, and struck at the air as if
she would as soon have struck herself against the wall and
fallen dead.
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All this passed in a few seconds. As I drew her down
into her chair, I was conscious of a scent that I knew, and
turning, saw my guardian inJike- room,
He always carried (T have not yet mentioned it, I think)
a pocket-handkerchief of rich silk and of imposing propor-
tions, which was of great value to him in his profession.
I have seen him so terrify a client or a witness by ceremo-
niously unfolding this pocket-handkerchief as if he were
immediately going to blow his nose, and then pausing, as
if he knew he should not have time to do it, before such
client or witness committed himself, that the self-committal
has followed directly, quite as a matter of course. When
I saw him in the room he had this expressive pocket-hand-
kerchief in both hands, and was looking at us. On meet-
ing my eye, he said plainly, by a momentary and silent
pause in that attitude, " Indeed? Singular ! " and then
put the handkerchief to its right use with wonderful effect.
Miss Havisham had seen him as soon as I, and was
(like everybody else) afraid of him. She made a strong
attempt to compose herself, and stammered that he was as
punctual as ever.
"As punctual as ever," he repeated, coming up to us.
"(How do you do, Pip? Shall I give you a ride, Miss
Havisham? Once round?) And so you are here, Pip?"
I told him when I had arrived, and how Miss Havisham
wished me to come and see Estella. To which he replied,
" Ah ! Very . fine young lady ! " Then he pushed Miss
Havisham in her chair before him, with one of his large
hands, and put the other in his trousers-pocket as if the
pocket were full of secrets.
"Well, Pip! How often have you seen Miss Estella
before? " said he, when he came to a stop.
"How often?"
" Ah ! How many times? Ten thousand times? "
" Oh ! Certainly not so many."
"Twice?"
" Jaggers," interposed Miss Havisham, much to my re-
lief; " leave my Pip alone, and go with him to your din-
ner. "
He complied, and we groped our way down the dark
stairs together. While we were still on our way to those
detached apartments across the paved yard at the back, he
asked me how often I had seen Miss Havisham eat and
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drink; offering me a breadth of choice, as usual, between
a hundred times and once.
I considered, and said, "Never."
"And never will, Pip," he retorted, with a frowning
smile. " She has never allowed herself to be seen doing
either, since she lived this present life of hers. She wan-
ders about in the night, and then lays hands on such food
as she takes."
"Pray, sir," said I, "may I ask you a question? "
"You may," said he, "and I may decline to answer it.
Put your question."
"Estella's name, is it Havisham or ?" I had
nothing to add.
" Or what? " said he.
" Is it Havisham? »
" It is Havisham. "
This brought us to the dinner-table, where she and Sarah
Pocket awaited us. Mr. Jaggers presided, Estella sat
opposite to him, I faced my green and yellow friend. We
dined very well, and were waited on by a maid-servant
whom I had never seen in all my comings and goings, but
who, for anything I know, had been in that mysterious
house the whole time. After dinner a bottle of choice old
port was placed before my guardian (he was evidently well
acquainted with the vintage), and the two ladies left us.
Anything to equal the determined reticence of Mr. Jag-
gers under that roof I never saw elsewhere, even in him.
He kept his very looks to himself, and scarcely directed his
eyes to Estella's face once during dinner. When she spoke
to him, he listened,; and iu due course, answered, but never
looked at her that I could see. On the other hand, she
often looked at him, with interest and curiosity, if not dis-
trust, but his face never showed the least consciousness.
Throughout dinner he took a dry delight in making Sarah
Pocket greener and yellower, by often referring in conver-
sation with me to my expectations: but here, again, he
showed no consciousness, and even made it appear that he
extorted — and even did extort, though I don't know how
— those references out of my innocent self.
And when he and I were left alone together, he sat with
an air upon him of general lying by in consequence of in-
formation he possessed, that really was too much for me.
He cross-examined his very wine when he had nothing else
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in hand. He held it between himself and the candle,
tasted the port, rolled it in his mouth, swallowed it, looked
at his glass again, smelt the port, tried it, drank it, filled
again, and cross-examined the glass again, until I was as
nervous as if I had known the wine to be telling him some-
thing to my disadvantage. Three or four times I feebly
thought I would start conversation; but whenever he saw
me going to ask him anything, he looked at me with his
glass in his hand, and rolling his wine about in his mouth,
as if requesting me to take notice that it was of no use, for
he couldn't answer.
I think Miss Pocket was conscious that the sight of me
involved her in the danger of being goaded to madness, and
perhaps tearing off her cap — which was a very hideous one,
in the nature of a muslin mop — and strewing the ground
with her hair — which assuredly had never grown on her
head. She did not appear when we afterwards went up to
Miss Havisham's room, and we four played at whist. In
the interval, Miss Havisham, in a fantastic way, had put
some of the most beautiful jewels from her dressing-table
into Estella's hair, and about her bosom and arms; and I
saw even my guardian look at her from under his thick
eyebrows, and raise them a little when her loveliness was
before him, with those rich flushes of glitter and colour in it.
Of the manner and extent to which he took our trumps
into custody, and came out with mean little cards at the
ends of hands, before which the glory of our Kings and
Queens was utterly abased, I say nothing; nor, of the feel-
ing that I had, respecting his looking upon us personally
in the light of three very obvious and poor riddles that he
had found out long ago. What I suffered from, was the
incompatibility between his cold presence and my feelings
towards Estella. It was not that I knew I could never
bear to speak to him about her, that I knew I could never
bear to hear him creakjiis boots at her, that I knew I could
never bear to see nimwash his hands of her; it was, that
my admiration should be within a foot or two of him — it
was, that my feelings should be in the same place with him
— that, was the agonising circumstance.
We played until nine o'clock, and then it was arranged
that when Estella came to London I should be forewarned
of her coming and should meet her at the coach; and then
I took leave of her, and touched her and left her.
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My guardian lay at the Boar in the next room to mine.
Far into the night, Miss Havisham's words, "Love her,
love her, love her! " sounded in my ears. I adapted them
for my own repetition, and said to my pillow, " I love her,
I love her, I love her ! " hundreds of times. Then, a burst
of gratitude came upon me, that she should be destined for
me, once the blacksmith's boy. Then, I thought if she
were, as I feared, by no means rapturously grateful for
that destiny yet, when would she begin to be interested in
me? When should I awaken the heart within her, that
was mute and sleeping now?
Ah me ! I thought those were high and great emotions.
But I never thought there was anything low and small in
my keeping away from Joe, because I knew she would be
contemptuous of him. It was but a day gone, and Joe had
brought the tears into my eyes; they had soon dried, God
forgive me ! soon dried.
CHAPTER XXX.
AFTER well considering the matter while I was dressing
at the Blue Boar in the morning, I resolved to tell my
guardian that I doubted Orlick's being the right sort of
man to fill a post of trust at Miss Havisham's. "Why, of
course he is' not the right sort of man, Pip," said my guar-
dian, comfortably satisfied beforehand on the general head,
" because the man jyho fills the post of trust never is the
right sort of man." It seemed quite to put him in spirits,
to find that this particular post was not exceptionally held
by the right sort of man, and he listened in a satisfied
manner while I told him what knowledge I had of Orlick.
"Very good, Pip," he observed, when I concluded, "I'll
go round presently, and pay our friend off." Kather
alarmed by this summary action, I was for a little delay,
and even hinted that our friend himself might be difficult
to deal with. " Oh no, he won't," said my guardian, mak-
ing his pocket-handkerchief-point, with perfect confidence;
" I should like to see him argue the question. with me."
As we were going back together to London by the mid-
day coach, and as I breakfasted under such terrors of Pum-
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blechook that I could scarcely hold my cup, this gave me
an opportunity of saying that I wanted a walk, and that I
would go on along the London-road while Mr. Jaggers was
occupied, if he would let the coachman know that I would
get into my place when overtaken. I was thus enabled to fly
from the Blue Boar immediately after breakfast. By then
making a loop of about a couple of miles into the open
country at the back of Pumblechook's premises, I got round
into High-street again, a little beyond that pitfall, and felt
myself in comparative security.
It was interesting to be in the quiet old town once more,
and it was not disagreeable to be here and there suddenly
recognised and stared after. One or two of the trades-
people even darted out of their shops, and went a little
way down the street before me, that they might turn, as if
they had forgotten something, and pass me face to face —
on which occasion I don't know whether they or I made
the worst pretence; they of not doing it, or I of not seeing
it. Still my position was a distinguished one, and I was
not at all dissatisfied with it, until Fate threw me in the
way of that unlimited miscreant, Trabb's boy.
Casting my eyes along the street at a certain point of my
progress, I beheld Trabb's boy approaching, lashing him-
self with an empty blue bag. Deeming that a serene and
unconscious contemplation of him would best beseem me,
and would be most likely to quell his evil mind, I advanced
with that expression of countenance, and was rather con-
gratulating myself on my success, when suddenly the
knees of Trabb's boy smote together, his hair uprose, his
cap fell off, he trembled violently in every limb, staggered
out into the road and crying to the populace, " Hold me !
I'm so frightened!" feigned to be in a paroxysm of ter-
ror and coniribiou, occasioned by the dignity of my appear-
ance. As I passed him, his teeth loudly chattered in his
head, and with every mark of extreme humiliation, he
prostrated himself in the dust.
This was a hard thing to bear, but this was nothing. I
had not advanced another two hundred yards, when, to my
inexpressible terror, amazement, and indignation, I again
beheld Trabb's boy approaching. He was coming round a
narrow corner. His blue bag was slung over his shoulder,
honest industry beamed in his eyes, a determination to
proceed to Trabb's with cheerful briskness was indicated
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in his gait. With a shock he became aware of me, and
was severely visited as before; but this time his motion
was rotatory, and he staggered round and round me with
knees more afflicted, and with uplifted hands as if beseech-
ing for mercy. His sufferings were hailed with the great-
est joy by a knot of spectators, and I felt utterly con-
founded.
I had not got as much further down the street as the
post-office, when I again beheld Trabb's boy shooting round
by a back way. This time he was entirely changed. He
wore the blue bag in the manner of my great-coat, and was
strutting along the pavement towards me on the opposite
side of the street, attended by a company of delighted
young friends to whom he from time to time exclaimed,
with a wave of his hand, " Don't know yah ! " Words can-
not state the amount of aggravation and injury wreaked
upon me by Trabb's boy, when, passing abreast of me, he
pulled up his shirt collar, twined his side-hair, stuck an
arm akimbo, and smirked extravagantly by, wriggling his
elbows and body, and drawling to his attendants, " Don't
know yah, don't know yah, pon my soul don't know yah! "
The disgrace attendant on his immediately afterwards tak-
ing to crowing and pursuing me across the bridge with
crows, as from an exceedingly dejected fowl who had
known me when I was a blacksmith, culminated the dis-
grace with which I left the town, and was, so to speak,
ejected by it into the open country.
But unless I had taken the life of Trabb's boy on that
occasion, I really do not even now see what I could have
done save endure. To have struggled with him in the
street, or to have exacted any lower recompense from him
than his heart's best blood, would have been ('futile? and
degrading. Moreover, he was a boy whom no man could
hurt; an invulnerable and dodging serpent who, when
chased into a corner, flew out again between his captor's
legs, scornfully yelping. I wrote, however, to Mr. Trabb
by next day's post, to say that Mr. Pip must decline to
deal further with one who could so far forget what he owed
to the best interests of society, as to employ a boy who ex-
cited Loathing in every respectable mind.
The coach, with Mr. Jaggers inside, came up in due
time, and I took my box-seat again, and arrived in London
safe — but not sound, for my heart was gone. As soon as
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I arrived, I sent a penitential codfish and a barrel of oys-
ters to Joe (as reparation for not having gone myself), and
then went on to Barnard's Inn.
I found Herbert dining on cold meat, and delighted to
welcome me back. Having despatched the Avengerto the
coffee-house for an addition to the dinner, I f elf thatTmust
open my breast that very evening to my friend and chum.
As confidence was out of the question with the Avenger in
the hall, which could merely be regarded in the light of an
ante-chamber to the keyhole, I sent him to the Play. A
better proof of the severity of my bondage to that task-
master could scarcely be afforded, than the degrading
shifts to which I was constantly driven to find him em-
ployment. So mean is extremity, that I sometimes sent
him to Hyde Park Corner to see what o'clock it was.
Dinner done and we sitting with our feet upon the
fender, I said to Herbert, " My dear Herbert, I have some-
thing very particular to tell you."
"My dear Handel," he returned, "I shall esteem and
respect your confidence."
" It concerns myself, Herbert," said I, " and one other
person."
Herbert crossed his feet, looked at the fire with his head
on one side, and having looked at it in vain for some time,
looked at me because I didn't go on.
"Herbert," said I, laying my hand upon his knee, "I
love — I adore — Estella."
Instead of being transfixed, Herbert replied in an easy
matter-of-course way, "Exactly. Well?"
" Well, Herbert. Is that all you say? Well? "
" What next, I mean? " said Herbert. " Of course I
know that."
" How do you know it? " said I.
"How do I know it, Handel? Why, from you."
" I never told you. "
" Told me ! You have never told me when you have got
your hair cut, but I have had senses to perceive it. You
have always adored her, ever since I have known you.
You brought your adoration and your portmanteau here,
together. Told me ! Why, you have always told me all
day long. When you told me your own story, you told me
plainly that you began adoring her the first time you saw
her, when you were very young indeed."
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"Very well, then," said I, to whom this was a new and
not unwelcome light, " I have never left off adoring her.
And she has come back, a most beautiful and most elegant
creature. And I saw her yesterday. And if I adored her
before, I now doubly adore her."
"Lucky for you then, Handel," said Herbert, "that you
are picked out for her and allotted to her. Without en-
croaching on forbidden ground, we may venture to say, that
there can be no doubt between ourselves of that fact. Have
you any idea yet, of Estella's views on the adoration ques-
tion? "
I shook my head gloomily. " Oh ! She is thousands of
miles away, from me," said I.
"Patience, my dear Handel: time enough, time enough.
But you have something more to say? "
" I am ashamed to say it," I returned, " and yet it's no
worse to say it than to think it. You call me a lucky
fellow. Of course, I am. I was a blacksmith's boy but
yesterday; I am — what shall I say I am — to-day? "
"Say, a good fellow, if you want a phrase," returned
Herbert, smiling, and clapping his hand on the back of
mine: "a good fellow, with impetuosity and hesitation,
boldness and diffidence, action and dreaming, curiously
mixed in him."
I stopped for a moment to consider whether there really
was this mixture in my character. On the whole, I by no
means recognised the analysis, but thought it not worth
disputing.
" When I ask what I am to call myself to-day, Herbert,"
I went on, " I suggest what I have in my thoughts. You
say I am lucky. I know I have done nothing to raise
myself in life, and that Fortune alone has raised me; that
is being very lucky. And yet, when I think of Estel-
Ja »
("And when don't you, you know!" Herbert threw in,
with his eyes on the fire; which I thought kind and sym-
pathetic of him. )
" — Then, my dear Herbert, I cannot tell you how de-
pendent and uncertain I feel, and how exposed to hundreds
of chances. Avoiding forbidden ground, as you did just
now, I may still say that on the constancy of one person
(naming no person) all my expectations depend. And at
the best, how indefinite and unsatisfactory, only to know
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so vaguely what they are ! " In saying this, I relieved my
mind of what had always been there, more or less, though
no doubt most since yesterday.
"Now, Handel," Herbert replied, in his gay hopeful
way, " it seems to me that in the despondency of the tender
passion, we are looking into our gift-horse's mouth with a
magnify ing-glass. Likewise, it seems to me that, concen-
trating our attention on the examination, we altogether
overlook one of the best points of the animal. Didn't you
tell me that your guardian, Mr. Jaggers, told you in the
beginning, that you were not endowed with expectations
only? And even if he had not told you so — though that is
a very large If, I grant — could you believe that of all men
in London, Mr. Jaggers is the man to hold his present re-
lations towards you unless he were sure of his ground?"
I said I could not deny that this was a strong point. I
said it (people often do so in such cases) like a rather re-
luctant concession to truth and justice; — as if I wanted to
deny it!
" I should think it was a strong point, " said Herbert, " and
I should think you would be puzzled to imagine a stronger;
as to the rest, you must bide your guardian's time, and he
must bide his client's time. You'll be one-and-twenty be-
fore you know where you are, and then perhaps you'll get
some further enlightenment. At all events, you'll be nearer
getting it, for it must come at last."
" What a hopeful disposition you have ! " said I, grate-
fully admiring his cheery ways.
"I ought to have," said Herbert, "for I have not much
else. I must acknowledge, by-the-bye, that the good sense
of what I have just said is not my own, but my father's.
The only remark I ever heard him make on your story, was
the final one : ' The thing is settled and done, or Mr. Jag-
gers would not be in it.' And now, before I say anything
more about my father, or my father's son, and repay con-
fidence with confidence, I want to make myself seriously
disagreeable to you for a moment — positively repulsive."
"You won't succeed," said I.
" Oh yes I shall ! " said he. " One, two, three, and now
I am in for it. Handel, my good fellow:" though he
spoke in this light tone, he was very much in earnest : " I
have been thinking since we have been talking with our
feet on this fender, that Estella cannot surely be a condi-
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tion of your inheritance, if she was never referred to by
your guardian. Am I right in so understanding what you
have told me, as that he never referred to her, directly or
indirectly, in any way? Never even hinted, for instance,
that your patron might have views as to your marriage
ultimately? "
"Never."
" Now, Handel, I am quite free from the flavour of sour
grapes, upon my soul and honour! Not being bound to
her, can you not detach yourself from her? — I told you I
should be disagreeable."
I turned my head aside, for, with a rush and a sweep,
like the old marsh winds coming up from the sea, a feeling
like that which had subdued me on the morning when I
left the forge, when the mists were solemnly rising, and
when I laid my hand upon the village finger-post, smote
upon my heart again. There was silence between us for a
little while.
" Yes; but my dear Handel," Herbert went on, as if we
had been talking instead of silent, "its having been so
strongly rooted in the breast of a boy whom nature and
circumstances made so romantic, renders it very serious.
Think of her bringing-up, and think of Miss Havisham.
Think of what she is herself (now I am repulsive and you
abominate me). This may lead to miserable things."
" I know it, Herbert," said I, with my head still turned
away, "but I can't help it."
" You can't detach yourself? "
" No. Impossible ! "
" You can't try", Handel? "
" No. Impossible ! "
" Well ! " said Herbert, getting up with a lively shake
as if he had been asleep, and stirring the fire; "now I'll
endeavour to make myself agreeable again ! "
So, he went round the room and shook the curtains out,
put the chairs in their places, tidied the books and so forth
that were lying about, looked into the hall, peeped into the
letter-box, shut the door, and came back to his chair by
the fire; when he sat down, nursing his left leg in both
arms.
" I was going to say a word or two, Handel, concerning
my father and my father's son. I am afraid it is scarcely
necessary for my father's son to remark that my father's
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establishment is not particularly brilliant in its house-
keeping."
"There is always plenty, Herbert," said I, to say some-
thing encouraging.
" Oh yes ! and so the dustman says, I believe, with the
strongest approval, and so does the marine-store shop in the
back street. Gravely, Handel, for the subject is grave
enough, you know how it is, as well as I do. I suppose
there was a time once, when my father had not given mat-
ters up; but if ever there was, the time is gone. May I
ask you if you have ever had an opportunity of remarking,
down in your part of the country, that the children of not
exactly suitable marriages, are always most particularly
anxious to be married? "
This was such a singular question, that I asked him, in
return, "Is it so?"
"I don't know," said Herbert; "that's what I want to
know. Because it is decidedly the case with us. My poor
sister Charlotte, who was next me and died before she was
fourteeirpWas a striking example. Little Jane is the same.
In her desire to be matrimonially establislied, you might
suppose her to have passed her short existence in the per-
petual contemplation of domestic bliss. Little Alick_ in a
frock has already made arrangements for his union with a
suitable young person at Kew. And, indeed, I think we
are all engaged, except the baby."
" Then you are? " said I.
"I am," said Herbert; "but it's a secret."
I assured him of my keeping the secret, and begged to
be favoured with further particulars. He had spoken so
sensibly and feelingly of my weakness, that I wanted to
know something about his strength.
"May I ask the name?" I said.
"Name of Clara," said Herbert.
"Live in Lonrtofi?,"
"Yes. PeriaapsrF ought to mention," said Herbert, who
had become curiously crestfallen and meek, since we en-
tered on the interesting theme, " that she is rather below
my mother's nonsensical family notions. Her father had
to do with the victualling of passenger-ships. I think he
was a species of purser."
"What is he now? " said I.
"He's an invalid now," replied Herbert.
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"Living on ?"
"On the first floor," said Herbert. Which was not at
all what I meant, for I had intended my question to apply
to his means. " I have never seen him, for he has always
kept his room overhead, since I have known Clara. But I
have heard him constantly. He makes tremendous rows —
roars, and pegs at the floor with some frightful instru-
ment. " In looking at'me and then laughing heartily, Her-
bert for the time recovered his usual lively manner.
"Don't you expect to see him? " said I.
"Oh yes, I constantly expect to see him," returned Her-
bert, " because I never hear him, without expecting him to
come tumbling through the ceiling. But I don't know how
long the rafters may hold."
When he had once more laughed heartily, he became
meek again, and told me that the moment he began to real-
ise Capital, it was his intention to marry this young lady.
He added as a self-evident proposition, engendering low
spirits, "But you can't marry, you know, while you're
looking about you."
As we contemplated the fire, and as I thought what a
difficult vision to realise this same Capital sometimes was,
I put my hands in my pockets. A folded piece of paper
in one of them attracting my attention, I opened it and
found it to be the playbill I had received from Joe, rela-
tive to the celebrated provincial amateur of Roscian renown.
"And bless my heart," I involuntarily added aloud, "it's
to-night ! "
This changed the subject in an instant, and made us hur-
riedly resolve to go to the play. So, when I had pledged
myself to comfort and abet Herbert in the affair of his
heart by all practicable and impracticable means, and when
Herbert had told me that his affianced already knew me by
reputation, and that I should be presented to her, and
when we had warmly shaken hands upon our mutual con-
fidence, we blew out our candles, made up our fire, locked
our door, and issued forth in quest of Mr. Wopsl« and
Denmark.
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CHAPTER XXXI.
ON our arrival in Denmark, we found the king and queen
of that country elevated in two arm-chairs on a kitchen-
table, holding a Court. The whole of the Danish nobility
were in attendance; consisting of a noble boy in the wash-
leather boots of a gigantic ancestor, a venerable Peer with
a dirty face, who seemed to have risen from the people late
in life, and the Danish chivalry with a comb in its hair
and a pair of white silk legs, and presenting on the whole
a feminine appearance. My gifted townsman stood gloom-
ily apart, with folded arms, and I could have wished that
his curls and forehead had been more probable.
Several curious little circumstances transpired as the
action proceeded. The late king of the country not only
appeared to have been troubled with a cough at the time of
his decease, but to have taken it with him to the tomb, and
to have brought it back. The royal phantom also carried
a ghostly manuscript round its truncheon, to which it had
the appearance of occasionally referring, and that, too, with
an air of anxiety and a tendency to lose the place of refer-
ence which were suggestive of a state of mortality. It was
this, I conceive, which led to the Shade's being advised by
the gallery to " turn over ! " — a recommendation which it
took extremely ill. It was likewise to be noted of this ma-
jestic spirit that whereas it always appeared with an air of
having been out a long time and walked an immense dis-
tance, imperceptibly, came from a closely-contiguous wall.
This ncpasimip^ jtc +*>™-nrft f" be received derisively. The
Queen of Denmark, a very buxom lady, though no doubt
historically brazen, was considered by the public to have
too much brass about her; her chin being attached to her
diadem by a broad band of that metal (as if she had a
gorgeous toothache), her waist being encircled by another,
and each of her arms by another, so that she was openly
mentioned as "the kettledrum." The noble boy in the
ancestral boots, was inconsistent; representing himself, as
it were in one breath, as an able seaman, a strolling actor,
a gravedigger, a clergyman, and a person of the utmost im-
portance at a Court fencing-match, on the authority of
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whose practised eye and nice .discrimination the finest
strokes were judged. This gradually led to a want of tol-
eration for him, and even — on his being detected in holy
orders, and declining to perform the funeral service — to the
general indignation taking the form of nuts. Lastly,
Ophelia was a prey to such slow musical madness, that
when, in course of time, she had taken off her white muslin
scarf, folded it up, and buried it, a sulky man who had
been long cooling his impatient nose against an iron bar in
the front row of the gallery, growled, "Now the baby's
put to bed, let's have supper ! " Which, to say the least of
it, was out of keeping.
Upon my unfortunate townsman all these incidents ac-
cumulated with playful effect. Whenever that undecided
Prince had to ask a question or state a doubt, the public
helped him out with it. As for example; on the question
whether 'twas nobler in the mind to suffer, some roared
yes, and some no, and some inclining to both opinions said
"toss up for it;" and quite a Debating Society arose.
When he asked what should such fellows as he do crawling
between earth and heaven, he was encouraged with loud
cries of " Hear, hear ! " When he appeared with his stock-
ing disordered (its disorder expressed, according to usage,
by one very neat fold in the top, which I suppose to be al-
ways got up with a flat iron), a conversation took place in
the gallery respecting the paleness of his leg, and whether
it was occasioned by the turn the ghost had given him.
On his taking the recorders — very like a little black flute
that had just been played in the orchestra and handed out
at the door — he was called upon unanimously for Rule Bri-
tannia. When he recommended the player not to saw the
air thus, the sulky man said, "And don't you do it, neither;
you're a deal worse than him ! " And I grieve to add that
peals of laughter greeted Mr. Wopsle on every one of these
occasions.
But his greatest trials were in the churchyard : which
had the appearance of a primeval forest, with a kind of
small ecclesiastical wash-house on one side, and a turnpike
gate on the other. Mr. Wopsle, in a comprehensive black
cloak, being descried entering at the turnpike, the grave-
digger was admonished in a friendly way, "Look out!
Here's the undertaker a coming, to see how you're getting
on with your work ! " I believe it is well known in a oon-
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stitutional country that ^Mr. Wopsle could not possibly
have returned the skull," after moralising over it, without
dusting his fingers on a white napkin taken from his breast;
but even that innocent and indispensable action did not
pass without the comment " Wai-ter ! " The arrival of the
body for interment (in an empty black box with the lid
tumbling open), was the signal for a general joy which was
much enhanced by the discovery, among the bearers, of an
individual obnoxious to identification. The joy attended
Mr. Wopsle through his struggle with Laertes on the brink
of the orchestra and the grave, and slackened no more until
he had tumbled the king off the kitchen-table, and had died
by inches from the ankles upward.
We had made some pale efforts in the beginning to ap-
plaud Mr. Wopsle; but they were too hopeless to be per-
sisted in. Therefore we had sat, feeling keenly for him,
but laughing, nevertheless, from ear to ear. I laughed in
spite of myself all the time, the whole thing was so droll;
and yet I had a latent impression that there was something
decidedly fine in Mr. Wopsle 's elocution — not for old asso-
ciations' sake, I am afraid, but because it was very slow,
very dreary, very up-hill and down-hill, and very unlike
any way in which any man in any natural circumstances of
life or death ever expressed himself about anything.
When the tragedy was over, and he had been called for
• and hooted, I said to Herbert, " Let us go at once, or per-
haps we shall meet him."
We made all the haste we could downstairs, but we were
not quick enough either. Standing at the door was a Jew-
ish man with an unnatural heavy smear of eyebrow, who
caught my eyes as we advanced, and said, when we came
up with him:
" Mr. Pip and friend? "
Identity of Mr. Pip and friend confessed.
".Mr. Waldengarver," said the man, "would be glad to
have tne nonour.77
" Waldengarver? " I repeated — when Herbert murmured
in my ear, "Probably Wopsle."
" Oh ! " said I. " Yes. Shall we follow you? "
"A few steps, please." When we were in a side alley,
he turned and asked, " How do you think he looked? — I
dressed him."
I don't know what he had looked like, except a funeral;
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with the addition of a large Danish sun or star hanging
round his neck by a blue ribbon, that had given him the
appearance of being insured in some extraordinary Fire
Office. But I said he had looked very nice.
" When he come to the grave, " said our conductor, " he
showed his cloak beautiful. But, judging from the wing,
it looked to me that when he see the ghost in the queen's
apartment, he might have made more of his stockings."
I modestly assented, and we all fell through a little dirty
swing door, into a sort of hot packing-case immediately be-
hind it. Here Mr. Wopsle was divesting himself of his
Danish garments, and here there was just room for us to
look at him over one another's shoulders by keeping the
packing-case door, or lid, wide open.
" Gentlemen," said Mr. Wopsle, " I am proud to see you.
I hope, Mr. Pip, you will excuse my sending round. I had
the happiness to know you in former times, and the Drama
has ever had a claim which has ever been acknowledged,
on the noble and the affluent."
Meanwhile, Mr. Waldengarver, in a frightful perspira-
tion, was trying to get himself out of his princely sables.
"Skin the stockings off, Mr. Waldengarver," said the
owner of that property, " or you'll bust 'em. Bust 'em and
you'll bust five-and-thirty shillings. Shakspeare never
was complimented with a finer pair. Keep quiet in your
chair now, and leave 'em to me."
With that, he went upon his knees, and began to flay his
victim; who, on the first stocking coming off, would cer-
tainly have fallen over backward with his chair, but for
there being no room to fall anyhow.
I had been afraid until then to say a word about the
play. But then, Mr. Waldengarver looked up at us com-
placently, and said :
" Gentlemen, how did it seem to you, to go, in front? "
Herbert said from behind (at the same time poking me),
" capitally. " So I said " capitally. "
" How did you like my reading of the character, gentle-
men? " said Mr. Waldengarver, almost, if not quite, with
patronage.
Herbert said from behind (again poking me), "massive
and concrete." So I said boldly, as if I had originated it,
and must beg to insist upon it, "massive and concrete."
"I am glad to have your approbation, gentlemen," said
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Mr. Waldengarver, with an air of dignity, in spite of his
being ground against the wall at the time, and holding on
by the seat of the chair.
"But I' 11 tell you one thing, Mr. Waldengarver," said
the man who was on his knees, " in which you're out in
your reading. Now mind ! I don't care who says contrary;
I tell you so. You're out in your reading of Hamlet when
you get your legs in profile. The last Hamlet as I dressed,
made the same mistakes in his reading at rehearsal, till I
got him to put a large red wafer on each of his shins, and
then at that rehearsal (which was the last) I went in front,
sir, to the back of the pit, and whenever his reading brought
him into profile, I called out ' I don't see no wafers ! '
And at night his reading was lovely."
Mr. Waldengarver smiled at me, as much as to say " a
faithful dependent — I overlook his folly; " and then said
aloud, " My view is a little classic and thoughtful for them
here; but they will improve, they will improve."
Herbert and I said together, Oh, no doubt they would
improve.
"Did you observe, gentlemen," said Mr. Waldengarver,
" that there was a man in the gallery who endeavoured to
cast derision on the service — I mean, the representation? "
We basely replied that we rather thought we had noticed
such a man. I added, "He was drunk, no doubt."
"Oh dear no, sir," said Mr. Wopsle, "not drunk. His
employer would see to that, sir. His employer would not
allow him to be drunk."
" You know his employer? " said I.
Mr. Wopsle shut his eyes, and opened them again; per-
forming both ceremonies very slowly. " You must have ob-
served, gentlemen," said he, "an ignorant and a blatant
ass, with a rasping throat and a countenance expressive of
low malignity, who went through — I will not say sustained
— the role (if I may use a French expression) of Claudius
King of Denmark. That is his employer, gentlemen.
Such is the profession ! "
Without distinctly knowing whether I should have been
more sorry for Mr. Wopsle if he had been in despair, I
was so sorry for him as it was, that I took the opportunity
of his turning round to have his braces put on — which jos-
tled us out at the doorway — to ask Herbert what he thought
of having him home to supper? Herbert said he thought
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it would be kind to do so; therefore I invited him, and he
went to Bajnasd^s with us, wrapped up to the eyes, and we
did ouf^Best for him, and he sat until two o'clock in the
morning, reviewing his success and developing his plans.
I forget in detail what they were, but I have a general rec-
ollection that he was to begin with reviving the Drama,
and to end with crushing it; inasmuch as his decease would
leave it utterly bereft and without a chance or hope.
Miserably I went to bed after all, and miserably thought
of Estella, and miserably dreamed that my expectations
were all cancelled, and that I had to give my hand in mar-
riage to Herbert's Clara, or play Hamlet to Miss Hav-
isham's Ghost, before twenty thousand people, without
knowing twenty words of it.
CHAPTER XXXII.
ONE day when I was busy with my books and Mr.
Pocket, I received a note by the post, the mere outside of
which threw me into a great nutter; for, though I had
never seen the handwriting in which it was addressed, I
divined whose hand it was. It had no set beginning, as
Dear Mr. Pip, or Dear P/ip, or Dear Sir, or Dear Anything,
but ran thus :
" I am to come to London the day after to-morrow by the
mid-day coach. I believe it was settled you should meet
me? At all events Miss Havisham has that impression,
and I write in obedience to it. She sends you her regard.
— Yours, ESTELLA."
If there had been time, I should probably have ordered
several suits of clothes for this occasion; but as there was Oi
not, I was fain to be content with those I had. My appe-
tite vanished instantly, and I knew no peace or rest until
the day arrived. Not that its arrival brought me either;
for, then I was worse than ever, and began haunting the
coach-office in Wood-street, Cheapside, before the coach
had left the Blue Boar in our town. For all that I knew
this perfectly well, I still felt as if it were not safe to let
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the coach-office be out of my sight longer than five minutes
at a time; and in this condition of unreason I had per-
formed the first half-hour of a watch of four or five hours,
when Wemmick ran against me.
"Halloa, Mr. Pip," said he, "how do you do? I should
hardly have thought this was your beat."
I explained that I was waiting to meet somebody who
was coming up by coach, and I inquired after the Castle
and the Aged.
"Both flourishing, thankye," said Wemniici, "and par-
ticularly the Aged. He's in wonderful feather. He'll
be eighty-two "next birthday. I have a notion of firing
eighty^two ftmes, if the neighbourhood shouldn't complain,
and that cannon of mine should prove equal to the pres-
sure. However, this is not London talk. Where do you
think I am going to? "
"To the office," said I, for he was tending in that direc-
tion.
"Next thing to it," returned Wemmick, "I am going to
Newgate. We are in a banker 's-parcel case just at present,
a~nd I 'have been down the road taking a squint at the scene
of action, and thereupon must have a word or two with our
client."
" Did y QU r p.1 i &n t, finTTua5ilthe_robbery ? " _ I asked .
"Bless your soul and bodyT^np^^ajiswered^Wemmick,
very drily. "TSuTliBTs^Ccused of it. "So might you or I
be. Either of us might be accused of it, you know."
"Only neither of us is," I remarked.
" Yah ! " said Wemmick, touching me on the breast with
his forefinger; "you're a deep one, Mr. Pip! Would you
like to have a look at Newgate? Have you time to spare? "
I had so much time to spare that the proposal came as a
relief, notwithstanding its irreconcilability with my latent
desire to keep my eye on the coach-office. Muttering that
I would make the inquiry whether I had time to walk with
him, I went into the office, and ascertained from the clerk
with the nicest precision and much to the trying of his
temper, the earliest moment at which the coach could be ex-
pected— which I knew beforehand, quite as well as he. I
then rejoined Mr. Wemmick, and affecting to consult my
watch and to be surprised by the information I had re-
ceived, accepted his offer.
We were at Newgate in a few minutes, and we passed
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through the lodge where some fetters were hanging up on
the bare walls among the prison rules, into the interior of
the jail. At that time, jails were much neglected, and
the period of exaggerated reaction consequent on all public
wrong-doing — and which is always its heaviest and longest
punishment — was still far off. So, felons were not lodged
and fed better than soldiers (to say nothing of paupers),
and seldom set fire to their prisons with the excusable ob-
ject of improving the flavour of their soup. It was visiting
time when Wemmick took me in; and a potman was going
his rounds with beer; and the prisoners, behind bars in
yards, were buying beer, and talking to friends; and a
frouzy, ugly, disorderly, depressing scene it was.
It struck me that Wemmick walked among the prisoners,
much as a gardener might walk among his plants. This
was first put into my head by his seeing a shoot that had
come up in the night, and saying, "What, Captain Tom?
Are you there? Ah, indeed? " and also, " Is that Black
Bill behind the cistern? Why I didn't look for you these
two months; how do you find yourself? " Equally in his
stopping at the bars and attending to anxious whisperers —
always singly — Wemmick, with his post-office in an im-
movable state, looked at them while in conference, as if he
were taking particular notice of the advance they had
made, since last observed, towards coming out in full blow
at their trial.
He was highly popular, and I found that he took the
familiar department of Mr. Jaggers's business: though
something of the state of Mr. Jaggers hung about him too,
forbidding approach beyond certain limits. His personal
recognition of each successive client was comprised in a
nod, and in his settling his hat a little easier on his head
with both hands, and then tightening the post-office, and
putting his hands in his pockets. In one or two instances,
there was a difficulty respecting the raising of fees, and
then Mr. Wemmick, backing as far as possible from the in-
sufficient money produced, said, " It's no use, my boy. I
am only a subordinate. I can't take it. Don't go on in
that way with a subordinate. If you are unable to make
up your quantum, my boy, you had better address yourself
to a principal; there are plenty of principals in the profes-
sion, you know, and what is not worth the while of one,
may be worth the while of another; that's my recoinmen-
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dation to you, speaking as a subordinate. Don't try on
useless measures. Why should you? Now who's next? "
Thus, we walked through Wemmick's greenhouse, until
he turned to me and said, " Notice the man I shall shake
hands with." I should have done so, without the prepara-
tion, as he had shaken hands with no one yet.
Almost as soon as he had spoken, a portly upright man
(whom I can see now, as I write) in a well-worn olive-col-
oured frock-coat, with a peculiar pallor overspreading the
red in his complexion, and eyes that went wandering about
when he tried to fix them, came up to a corner of the bars,
and put his hand to his hat — which had a greasy and fatty
surface like cold broth — with a half-serious and half-jocose
military salute.
"Colonel, to you!" said Wemmick; "how are you,
Colonel? "
"All right, Mr. Wemmick."
"Everything was done that could be done, but the evi-
dence was too strong for us, Colonel."
"Yes, it was too strong, sir — but 1 don't care."
"No, no," said Wemmick, coolly, "you don't care."
Then, turning to me, " Served His Majesty, this man,
Was a soldier in the line and bought his discharge."
I said, "Indeed?" and the man's eyes looked at me,
and then looked over my head, and then looked all round
me, and then he drew his hand across his lips and laughed.
"I think I shall be out of this on Monday, sir," he said
to Wemmick.
"Perhaps," returned my friend, "but there's no know-
ing."
" I am glad to have the chance of bidding you good bye,
Mr. Wemmick," said the man, stretching out his hand be-
tween two bars.
"Thankye," said Wemmick, shaking hands with him.
" Same to you, Colonel. "
" If what I had upon me when taken, had been real, Mr.
Wemmick," said the man, unwilling to let his hand go, "I
should have asked the favour of your wearing another ring
— in acknowledgment of your attentions."
"I'll accept the will for the deed," said Wemmick.
"By-the-bye; you were quite a pigeon-fancier." The man
looked up at the sky. " I am told you had a remarkable
breed of tumblers. Could you commission any friend of
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yours to bring me a pair, if you've no further use for
'em? "
"It shall be done, sir."
"All right," said Wemmick, "they shall be taken care
of. Good afternoon, Colonel. Good bye ! " They shook
hands again, and as we walked away Wemmick said to me,
" A Coiner, a very good workman. The Recorder's report
is made to-day, and he is sure to be executed on Monday.
Still you see, as far as it goes, a pair of pigeons are port-
able property, all the same." With that he looked back,
and nodded at his dead plant, and then cast his eyes about
him in walking out of the yard, as if he were considering
what other pot would go best in its place.
As we came out of the prison through the lodge, I found
that the great importance of my guardian was appreciated
by the turnkeys, no less than by those whom they held in
charge. "Well, Mr. Wemmick," said the turnkey, who
kept us between the two studded and spiked lodge gates,
and who carefully locked one before he unlocked the other,
"What's Mr. Jaggers going to do with that Waterside
murder? Is he going to make it manslaughter, or what is
he going to make of it? "
"Why don't you ask him? " returned Wemmick.
" Oh, yes, I dare say ! " said the turnkey.
"Now, that's the way with them* here, Mr. Pip," re-
marked Wemmick, turning to me with his post-office elon-
gated. "They don't mind what they ask of me, the sub-
ordinate; but you'll never catch 'em asking any questions
of my principal."
" Is this young gentleman one of the 'prentices or ar-
ticled ones of your office? " asked the turnkey, with a grin
at Mr. Wemmick' s humour.
"There he goes again, you see !" ^ried Wemmick, "I
told you so ! Asks another question of the subordinate be-
fore the first is dry ! Well, supposing Mr. Pip is one of
them? "
"Why then," said the turnkey, grinning again, "he
knows what Mr. Jaggers is."
" Yah ! " cried Wemmick, suddenly hitting out at the
turnkey in a facetious way, "you're as dumb as one of
your own keys when you have to do with my principal, you
know you are. Let us out, you old fox, or I'll get him to
bring an action against you for false imprisonment."
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The turnkey laughed, and gave us good day, and stood
laughing at us over the spikes of the wicket when we de-
scended the steps into the street.
"Mind you, Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, gravely in my
ear, as he took my arm to be more confidential; "I don't
know that Mr. Jaggers does a better thing than the way in
which he keeps himself so high. He's always so high.
His constant height is of a piece with his immense abilities.
That Colonel durst no more take leave of him, than that
turnkey durst ask him his intentions respecting a case.
Then, between his height and them, he slips in his subor-
dinate— don't you see? — and so he has 'em, soul and body."
I was very much impressed, and not for the first time,
by my guardian's subtlety. To confess the truth, I very
heartily wished, and not for the first time, that I had had
some other guardian of minor abilities.
Mr. Wemmick and I parted at the office in Little Britain,
where suppliants for Mr. Jaggers's notice were lingering
about as usual, and I returned to my watch in the street of
the coach-office, with some three hours on hand. I con-
sumed the whole time in thinking how strange it was that I
should be encompassed by all this taint of prison and
crime; that, in my childhood out on our lonely marshes on
a winter evening I should have first encountered it; that,
it should have reappeared on two occasions, starting out
like a stain that was faded but not gone; that, it should in
this new way pervade my fortune and advancement. While
my mind was thus engaged, I thought of "the beautiful
young Estella, proud and refined, coming towards me, and
I thought with absolute abhorrence of the contrast between
the jail and her. I wished that Wemmick had not met
me, or that I had not yielded to him and gone with him, so
that, of all days in the year, on this day I might not have
had Newgate in m> breath and on my clothes. I beat the
prison dust off my feet as I sauntered to and fro, and I
shook it out of my dress, and I exhaled its air from my
lungs. So contaminated did I feel, remembering who was
coming, that the coach came quickly after all, and I was
not yet free from the soiling consciousness of Mr. Wem-
mick's conservatory, when I saw her face at the coach win-
dow and her hand waving to me.
What was the nameless shadow which again in that one
instant had passed?
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CHAPTER XXXIII.
IN her furred travelling-dress, Estella seemed more deli-
cately beautiful than she had ever seemed yet, even in my
eyes. Her manner was more winning than she had cared
to let it be to me before, and I thought I saw Miss Hav-
isham's influence in the change.
We stood in the Inn Yard while she pointed out her lug-
gage to me, and when it was all collected I remembered —
having forgotten everything but herself in the meanwhile
— that I knew nothing of her destination.
"I am going to Richmond," she told me. "Our lesson
is, that there are twlrftichmonds, one in Sux*ey-and one in
Yorkshire, and that mine is the Surrey Richmond. The dis-
tance~i^£en miles. I am to have a carriage, and you are to
take me. This is my purse, and you are to pay my charges
out of it. Oh, you must take the purse! We have no
choice, you and I, but to obey our instructions. We are
not free to follow our own devices, you and I."
As she looked at me in giving me the purse, I hoped
there was an inner meaning in her words. She said them
slightingly, but not with displeasure.
" A carriage will have to be sent for, Estella. Will you
rest here a little? "
" Yes, I am to rest here a little, and I am to drink some
tea, and you are to take care of me the while."
She drew her arm through mine, as if it must be done,
and I requested a waiter who had been staring at the coach
like a man who had never seen such a thing in his life, to
show us a private sitting-room. Upon that, he pulled out
a napkin, as if it were a magic clue without which he
couldn't find the way upstairs, and led us to the black hole
of the establishment: fitted up with a diminishing mir-
ror) quite a superfluous article considering the hole's pro-
portions), an anchovy sauce-cruet, and somebody's pattens.
On my objecting to this retreat, he took us into another
room with a dinner-table for thirty, and in the grate a
scorched leaf of a copy-book under a bushel of coal-dust.
Having looked at this extinct conflagration and shaken his
head, he took my order: which, proving to be merely
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" Some tea for the lady," sent him out of the room in a
very low state of mind.
I was, and I am, sensible that the air of this chamber,
in its strong combination of stable with soup-stock, might
have led one to infer that the coaching department was not
doing well, and that the enterprising proprietor was boiling
down the horses for the refreshment department. Yet the
room was all in all to me, Estella being in it. I thought
that with her I could have been happy here for life. (I
was not at all happy there at the time, observe, and I knew
it well.)
"Where are you going to, at Richmond?" I asked
Estella.
"I am going to live," said she, "at a great expense,
with a lady there, who has the power — or says she has — of
taking me about, and introducing me, and showing people
to me and showing me to people."
" I suppose you will be glad of variety and admiration? "
"Yes, I suppose so."
She answered so carelessly, that I said, " You speak of
yourself as if you were some one else."
" Where did you learn how I speak of others? Come,
come," said Estella, smiling delightfully, "you must not
expect me to go to school to you; I must talk in my own
way. How do you thrive with Mr. Pocket? "
"I live quite pleasantly there; at least " It ap-
peared to me that I was losing a chance.
" At least? " repeated Estella.
"As pleasantly as I could anywhere, away from you."
"You silly boy," said Estella, quite composedly, "how
can you talk such nonsense? Your friend Mr. Matthew, I
believe, is superior to the rest of his family? "
" Very superior indeed. He is nobody's enemy "
" — Don't add but his own," interposed Estella, "for I
hate that class of man. But he really is disinterested, and
above small jealousy and spite, I have heard? "
" I am sure I have every reason to say so."
" You have not every reason to say so of the rest of his
people," said Estella, nodding at me with an expression of
face that was at once grave and rallying, " for they beset
Miss Havisham with reports and insinuations to your dis-
advantage. They watch you, misrepresent you, write let-
ters about you (anonymous sometimes), and you are the
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torment and occupation of their lives. You can scarcely
realise to yourself the hatred those people feel for you."
"They do me no harm, I hope? "
Instead of answering, Estella burst out laughing. This
was very singular to me, and I looked at her in consider-
able perplexity. When she left off — and she had not
laughed languidly, but with real enjoyment — I said, in my
diffident way with her :
" I hope I may suppose that you would not be amused if
they did me any harm? "
"No, no, you may be sure of that," said Estella. " You
may be certain that I laugh because they fail. Oh, those
people with Miss Havisham, and the tortures they under-
go ! " She laughed again, and even now, when she had
told me why, her laughter was very singular to me, for I
could not doubt its being genuine, and yet it seemed too
much for the occasion. I thought there must really be
something more here than I knew; she saw the thought in
my mind and answered it.
"It is not easy for even you," said Estella, "to know
what satisfaction it gives me to see those people thwarted,
or what an enjoyable sense of the ridiculous I have when
they are made ridiculous. For you were not brought up in
that strange house from a mere baby. — I was. You had
not your little wits sharpened by their intriguing against
you, suppressed and defenceless, under the mask of sym-
pathy and pity and what not, that is soft and soothing. — I
had. You did not gradually open your round childish eyes
wider and wider to the discovery of that impostor of a
woman who calculates her stores of peace of mind for when
she wakes up in the night. — I did."
It was no laughing matter with Estella now, nor was she
summoning these remejateances from any shallow place.
I wouldHol have Been the cause of that look of hers, for
all my expectations in a heap.
"Two things I can tell you," said Estella. "First, not-
withstanding the proverb, that constant dropping will wear
away a stone, you may set your mind at rest that these
people never will — never would in a hundred years — im-
pair your ground with Miss Havisham, in any particular,
great or small. Second, I am beholden to you as the cause
of their being so busy and so mean in vain, and there is
my hand upon it."
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As she gave it me playfully — for her darker mood had
been but momentary — I held it and put it to my lips.
" You ridiculous boy, " said Estella, " will you never take
warning? Or do you kiss my hand in the same spirit in
which I once let you kiss my cheek? "
" What spirit was that? " said I.
" I must think a moment. A spirit of contempt for the
fawners and plotters."
" If I say yes, may I kiss the cheek again? "
" You should have asked before you touched the hand.
But, yes, if you like."
I leaned down, and her calm face was like a statue's.
"Now," said Estella, gliding away the instant I touched
her cheek, " you are to take care that I have some tea, and
you are to take me to Richmond."
Her reverting to this tone as if our association were
forced upon us and we were mere puppets, gave me pain;
but everything in our intercourse did give me pain. What-
ever her tone with me happened to be, I could put no trust
in it, and build no hope on it; and yet I went on against
trust and against hope. Why repeat it a thousand times?
So it always was.
I rang for the tea, and the waiter, reappearing with his
magic clue, brought in by degrees some fifty adjuncts to
that refreshment, but of tea not a glimpse. A teaboard,
cups and saucers, plates, knives and forks (including
carvers), spoons (various), salt-cellars, a meek little muffin
confined with the utmost precaution under a strong iron
cover, Moses in the bulrushes typified by a soft bit of but-
ter in a quantity of parsley, a pale loaf with a powdered
head, two proof impressions of the bars of the kitchen fire-
place on triangular bits of bread, and ultimately a fat fam-
ily urn : which the waiter staggered in with, expressing in
his countenance burden and suffering. After a prolonged
absence at this stage of the entertainment, he at length
came back with a casket of precious appearance containing
twigs. These I steeped in hot water, and so from the
whole of these appliances extracted one cup of I don't know
what, for Estella.
The bill paid, and the waiter remembered, and the ostler
not forgotten, and the chambermaid taken into considera-
tion— in a word, the whole house bribed into a state of con-
tempt and animosity, and Estella' s purse much lightened —
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we got into our post-coach and drove away. Turning into
Cheapside and rattling up Newgate-street, we were soon
under the walls of which I was so ashamed.
" What place is that? " Estella asked me.
I made a foolish pretence of not at first recognising it,
and then told her. As she looked at it, and drew in her
head again, murmuring " Wretches ! " I would not have
confessed to my visit for any consideration.
"Mr. Jaggers," said I, by way of putting it neatly on
somebody else, "has the reputation of being more in the
secrets of that dismal place than any man in London."
" He is more in the secrets of every place, I think," said
Estella, in a low voice.
" You have been accustomed to see him often, I sup-
pose? "
" I have been accustomed to see him at uncertain inter-
vals, ever since I can remember. But I know him no better
now, than I did before I could speak plainly. What is
your own experience of him? Do you advance with him? "
"Once habituated to his distrustful manner," said I, "I
have done very well."
" Are you intimate? "
"I have dined with him at his private house."
"I fancy," said Estella, shrinking, "that must be a
curious place."
" It is a curious place."
I should have been chary of discussing my guardian too
freely even with her; but I should have gone on with the
subject so far as to describe the dinner in Gerrard-street,
if we had not then come into a sudden glare of gas. It
seemed, while it lasted, to be all alight and alive with that
inexplicable feeling I had had before; and when we were
out of it, I was as much dazed for a few moments as if I
had been in Lightning.
So, we fell into other talk, and it was principally about
the way by which we were travelling, and about what parts
of London lay on this side of it, and what on that. The
great city was almost new to her, she told me, for she had
never left Miss Havisham's neighbourhood until she had
gone to France, and she had merely passed through London
then in going and returning. I asked her if my guardian
had any charge of her while she remained here? To that
she emphatically said, " God forbid ! " and no more.
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It was impossible for me to avoid seeing that she cared
to attract me; that she made herself winning; and would
have won me even if the task had needed pains. Yet
this made me none the happier, for, even if she had not
taken that tone of our being disposed of by others, I should
have felt that she held my heart in her hand because she
wilfully chose to do it, and not because it would have
wrung any tenderness in her, to crush it and throw it
away.
When we passed through Hammersmith, I showed her
where Mr. Matthew Pocket lived, and said it was no great
way from Richmond, and that I hoped I should see her
sometimes.
"Oh yes, you are to see me; you are to come when you
think proper; you are to be mentioned to the family; in-
deed you are already mentioned."
I inquired was it a large household she was going to be
a member of?
"No; there are only two; mother and daughter. The
mother is a lady of some station, though not averse to in-
creasing her income."
" I wonder Miss Havisham could part with you again so
soon. "
"It is part of Miss Havisham 's plans for me, Pip," said
Estella, with a sigh, as if she were tired; "I am to write
to her constantly and see her regularly, and report how I
go on — I and the jewels — for they are nearly all mine
now."
It was the first time she had ever called me by my name.
Of course she did so purposely, and knew that I should
treasure it up.
We came to Richmond all too soon, and our destination
there was a house by the Green : a staid old house, where
hoops and powder and patches, embroidered coats, rolled
stockings, ruffles, and swords, had had their court days
many a time. Some ancient trees before the house were
still cut into fashions as formal and unnatural as the hoops
and wigs and stiff skirts; but their own allotted places in
the great procession of the dead were not far off, and they
would soon drop into them and go the silent way of the
rest.
A bell with an old voice — which I dare say in its time
had often said to the house, Here is the green farthingale,
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Here is the diamond-hilted sword, Here are the shoes with
red heels and the blue solitaire, — sounded gravely in the
moonlight, and two cherry-coloured maids came fluttering
out to receive Estella. The doorway soon absorbed her
boxes, and she gave me her hand and a smile, and said
good night, and was absorbed likewise. And still I stood
looking at the house, thinking how happy I should be if I
lived there with her, and knowing that I never was happy
with her, but always miserable.
I got into the carriage to be taken back to Hammer-
smith, and I got in with a bad heart-ache, and I got out
with a worse heart- ache. At our own door I found little
Jane Pocket coining home from a little party, escorted by
he~F"little~lover ; and I envied her little lover, in spite of
his being subject to Flopsom
Mr. Pocket was otrtrTecturing; for he was a most de-
lightful lecturer on domestic economy, and his treatises on
the management of children and servants were considered
the very best text-books on those themes. But Mrs. Pocket
was at home, and was in a little difficulty, on account of
the baby's having been accommodated with a needle-case
to keep him quiet during the unaccountable absence (with
a relative in the Foot Guards) of Millers. And more
needles were missing than it could be regarded as quite
wholesome for a patient of such tender years either to ap-
ply externally or to take as a tonic.
Mr. Pocket being justly celebrated for giving most ex-
cellent practical advice, and for having a clear and sound
perception of things and a highly judicious mind, I had
some notion in my heart-ache of begging him to accept my
confidence. But happening to look up at Mrs. Pocket as
she sat reading her book of dignities after prescribing Bed
as 'a sovereign remedy for baby, I thought — Well — No, I
wouldn't.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
As I had grown accustomed to my expectations, I had
insensibly begun to notice their effect upon myself and
those around me. Their influence on my own character I
disguised from my recognition as much as possible, but I
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knew very well that it was not all good. I lived in a
state of chronic uneasiness respecting my behaviour to Joe.
My conscience was not by any means comfortable about
Biddy. When I woke up in the night — like Camilla — I
used to think, with a weariness on my spirits, that I should
have been happier and better if I had never seen Miss
Havisham's face, and had risen to manhood content to be
partners with Joe in the honest old forge. Many a time
of an evening, when I sat alone looking at the fire, I
thought, after all, there was no fire like the forge fire and
the kitchen fire at home.
Yet Estella was so inseparable from all my restlessness
and disquiet of mind, that I really fell into confusion as to
the limits of my own part in its production. That is to
say, supposing I had had no expectations, and yet had had
Estella to think of, I could not make out to my satisfaction
that I should have done much better. Now, concerning
the influence of my position on others, I was in no such
difficulty, and so I perceived — though dimly enough per-
haps — that it was not beneficial to anybody, and, above all,
that it was not beneficial to Herbert. My lavish habits
led his easy nature into expenses that he could not afford,
corrupted the simplicity of his life, and disturbed his peace
with anxieties and regrets. I was not at all remorseful
for having unwittingly set those other branches of the
Pocket family to the poor arts they practised : because such
littlenesses were their natural bent, and would have been
evoked by anybody else, if I had left them slumbering.
But Herbert's was a very different case, and it often caused
me a twinge to think that I . had done him gvil service in
^iJiaiished chambers with incongruous
upholstery work, and placing the canary-breasted Avenger
at his disposal.
So now, as an infallible way of making little ease great
ease, I began to contract a quantity of debt. I could
hardly begin but Herbert must begin too, so he soon fol-
lowed. At Startop's suggestion, we put ourselves down
for election into a club called the Finches of the Grove :
the object of which institution I have never divined, if it
were not that the members should dine expensively once a
fortnight, to quarrel among themselves as much as possible
after dinner, and to cause six waiters to get drunk on the
stairs. I know that these gratifying social ends were so
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invariably accomplished, that Herbert and I understood
nothing else to be referred to in the first standing toast of
the society : which ran, ' Gentlemen, may the present pro-
motion of good feeling ever reign predominant among the
Finches of the Grove."
The Finches spent their money foolishly (the Hotel we
dined at~^as inCovent Garden), and the first Finch I saw
when I had the honour of joining the Grove was Bentley
Drummle : at that time floundering about town in a cab of
his own, and doing a great deal of damage to the posts at
the street corners. Occasionally, he shot himself out of
his equipage head-foremost over the apron; and I saw him
on one occasion deliver himself at the door of the Grove in
this unintentional way — like coals. But here I anticipate
a little, for I was not a Finch, and could not be, according
to the sacred laws of the society, until I came of age.
In my confidence in my own resources, I would willingly
have taken Herbert's expenses on myself; but Herbert was
proud, and I could make no such proposal to him. So, he
got into difficulties in every direction, and continued to look
about him. When we gradually fell into keeping late hours
and late company, I noticed that he looked about him with
a desponding eye at breakfast- time; that he began to look
about him more hopefully about mid-day; that he drooped
when he came in to dinner; that he seemed to descry Cap-
ital in the distance, rather clearly, after dinner; that he
all but realised Capital towards midnight; and that about
two o'clock in the morning, he became so deeply despond-
ent again as to talk of buying a rifle and going to America,
with a general purpose of compelling buffaloes to make his
fortune.
I was usually at Hammersmith about half the week, and
when I was at Hammersmith I haunted Richmond : whereof
separately by-and-bye. Herbert would often come to
Hammersmith when I was there, and I think at those
seasons his father would occasionally have some passing
perception that the opening he was looking for had not ap-
peared yet. But in the general tumbling up of the family,
his tumbling out in life somewhere, was a thing to transact
itself somehow. In the meantime Mr. Pocket grew greyer,
and tried oftener to lift himself out of his perplexities by
the hair. While Mrs. Pocket tripped up the family with
her footstool, read her book of dignities, lost her pocket-
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handkerchief, told us about her grandpapa, and taught the
young idea how to shoot, by shooting it into bed whenever
it attracted her notice.
As I am now generalising a period of my life with the
object of clearing my way before me, I can scarcely do so
better than by at once completing the description of our
usual manners and customs at Barnard's Inn.
We spent as much money as we could, and got as little
for it as people could make up their minds to give us. We
were always more or less miserable, and most of our ac-
quaintance were in the same condition. There was a gay
fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying our-
selves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the
best of my belief, our case was in the last aspect a rather
common one.
Every morning, with an air ever new, Herbert went into
the City to look about him. I often paid him a visit in
the dark back-room in which he consorted with an ink-jar,
a hat-peg, a coal-box, a string-box, an almanack, a desk
and stool, and a ruler; and I do not remember that I ever
saw him do anything else but look about him. If we all
did what we undertake to do, as faithfully as Herbert did,
we might live in a Republic of the Virtues. He had
nothing else to do, poor fellow, except at a certain hour of
every afternoon to " go to Lloyd's " — in observance of a cere-
mony of seeing his principal, I think. He never did any-
thing else in connection with Lloyd's that I could find out,
except come back again. When he felt his case unusually
serious, and that he positively must find an opening, he
would go on 'Change at a busy time, and walk in and out,
in a kind of gloomy country dance figure, among the as-
sembled magnates. "For," says Herbert to me, coming
home to dinner on one of those special occasions, " I find
the truth to be, Handel, that an opening won't come to
one, but one must go to it so I have been."
If we had been less attached to one another, I think we
must have hated one another regularly every morning. I
detested the chambers beyond expression at that period of
repentance, and could not endure the sight of the Avenger's
livery : which had a more expensive and a less remunera-
tive appearance then, than at any other time in the four-and-
twenty hours. As we got more and more into debt, break-
fast became a hollower and hollower form, and being on
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one occasion at breakfast-time threatened (by letter) with
legal proceedings, "not unwholly unconnected," as my local
paper might put it, "with jewellery," I went so far as to
seize the Avenger by his blue collar and shake him off his
feet — so that he was actually in the air, like a booted
Cupid — for presuming to suppose that we wanted a roll.
At certain times — meaning at uncertain times, for they
depended on our humour — I would say to Herbert, as if it
were a remarkable discovery :
"My dear Herbert, we are getting on badly."
"My dear Handel," Herbert would say to me, in all
sincerity, " if you will believe me, those very words were
on my lips, by a strange coincidence."
"Then, Herbert," I would respond, "let us look into our
affairs."
We always derived profound satisfaction from making
an appointment for this purpose. I always thought this
was business, this was the way to confront the thing, this
was the way to take the foe by the throat. And I know
Herbert thought so too.
We ordered something rather special for dinner, with a
bottle of something similarly out of the common way, in
order that our minds might be fortified for the occasion,
and we might come well up to the mark. Dinner over, we
produced a bundle of pens, a copious supply of ink, and a
goodly show of writing and blotting paper. For, there
was something very comfortable in having plenty of sta-
tionery.
I would then take a sheet of paper, and write across the
top of it, in a neat hand, the heading, " Memorandum of
Pip's debts;" with Barnard's Inn and the date very care-
fully added. Herbert would also take a sheet of paper,
and write across it with similar formalities, " Memorandum
of Herbert's debts."
Each of us would then refer to a confused heap of papers
at his side, which had been thrown into drawers, worn into
holes in pockets, half-burnt in lighting candles, stuck for
weeks into the looking-glass, and otherwise damaged. The
sound of our pens going refreshed us exceedingly, insomuch
that I sometimes found it difficult to distinguish between
this edifying business proceeding and actually paying the
money. In point of meritorious character, the two things
seemed about equal.
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When we had written a little while, I would ask Herbert
how he got on? Herbert probably would have been scratch-
ing his head in a most rueful manner at the sight of his ac-
cumulating figures.
" They are mounting up, Handel, " Herbert would say ;
"upon my life they are mounting up."
"Be firm, Herbert," I would retort, plying my own pen
with great assiduity. " Look the thing in the face. Look
into your affairs. Stare them out of countenance."
" So I would, Handel, only they are staring me out of
countenance."
However, my determined manner would have its effect,
and Herbert would fall to work again. After a time he
would give up once more, on the plea that he had not got
Cobbs's bill, or Lobbs's, or Nobbs's, as the case might be.
" Then, Herbert, estimate; estimate it in round numbers,
and put it down."
" What a fellow of resource you are ! " my friend would
reply, with admiration. " Really your business powers are
very remarkable."
I thought so too. I established with myself, on these
occasions, the reputation of a first-rate man of business —
prompt, decisive, energetic, clear, cool-headed. When I
had got all my responsibilities down upon my list, I com-
pared each with the bill, and ticked it off. My self -ap-
proval when I ticked an entry was quite a luxurious sensa-
tion. When I had no more ticks to make, I folded all my
bills up uniformly, docketed each on the back, and tied
the whole into a symmetrical bundle. Then I did the same
for Herbert (who modestly said he had not my administra-
tive genius), and felt that I had brought his affairs into a
focus for him.
My business habits had one other bright feature, which
I called "leaving a Margin," For example; supposing
Herbert's debts to be one hundred and sixty- four pounds
four-and-twopence, I would say, " Leave a margin, and put
them down at two hundred." Or, supposing my own to
be four times as much, I would leave a margin, and put
them down at seven hundred. I had the highest opinion
of the wisdom of this same Margin, but I am bound to ac-
knowledge that on looking back, I deem it to have been an
expensive device. For, we always ran into new debt im-
mediately, to the full extent of the margin, and sometimes,
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in the sense of freedom and solvency it imparted, got
pretty far on into another margin.
But there was a calm, a rest, a virtuous hush, conse-
quent on these examinations of our affairs, that gave me,
for the time, an admirable opinion of myself. Soothed by
my exertions, my method, and Herbert's compliments, I
would sit with his symmetrical bundle and my own on the
table before me among the stationery, and feel like a Bank
of some sort, rather than a private individual.
We shut our outer door on these solemn occasions in
order that we might not be interrupted. I had fallen into
my serene state one evening, when we heard a letter
dropped through the slit in the said door, and fall on the
ground. "It's for you, Handel," said Herbert, going out
and coming back with it, " and I hope there is nothing the
matter." This was in allusion to its heavy black seal and
border.
The letter was signed TBABB & Qo., and its content
were simply, that I was an honoured sir, and that thej
begged to inform me that Mrs. J. Gargery had departec
this life on Monday last at twenty minutes past six in
evening, and that my attendance was requested at the in-
terment on Monday next at three o'clock in the afternoon.
CHAPTER XXXV.
IT was the first time that a grave had opened in my road
of life, and the gap it made in the smooth ground was won-
derful. The figure of my sister in her chair by the kitchen
fire, haunted me night and day. That the place could pos-
sibly be, without her, was something my mind seemed un-
able to compass ; and whereas she had seldom or never been
in my thoughts of late, I had now the strangest idea that
she was coming towards me in the street, or that she would
presently knock at the door. In my rooms too, with which
she had never been at all associated, there was at once the
blankness of death and a perpetual suggestion of the sound
of her voice or the turn of her face or figure, as if she were
still alive and had been often there.
Whatever my fortunes might have been, I could scarcely
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have recalled my sister with much tenderness. But I sup-
pose there is a shock of regret which may exist without
much tenderness. Under its influence (and perhaps to
make up for the want of the softer feeling) I was seized
with a violent indignation against the assailant from whom
she had suffered so much; and I felt that on sufficient proof
I could have revengefully pursued Orlick, or any one else,
to the last extremity.
Having written to Joe, to offer him consolation, and to
assure him that I would come to the funeral, I passed the
intermediate days in the curious state of mind I have
glanced at. I went down early in the morning, and
alighted at the Blue Boar, in good time to walk over to the
forge.
It was fine summer weather again, and, as I walked
along, the times when I was a little helpless creature, and
my sister did not spare me, vividly returned. But they
returned with a gentle tone upon them, that softened even
the edge of Tickler. For now, the very breath of the beans
and clover whispered to my heart that the day must come
when it would be well for my memory that others walk-
ing in the sunshine should be softened as they thought of
me.
At last I came within sight of the house, and saw that
Trabb and Co. had put in a funeral execution and taken
possession. Two dismally absurd persons, each ostenta-
tiously exhibiting a crutch done up in a black bandage — as
if that instrument could possibly communicate any comfort
to anybody — were posted at the front door; and in one of
them I recognised a postboy discharged from the Boar for
turning a young couple into a sawpit on their bridal morn-
ing, in consequence of intoxication rendering it necessary
for him to ride his horse clasped round the neck with both
arms. All the children of the village, and most of the
women, were admiring these sable warders and the closed
windows of the house and forge; and as I came up, one of
the two warders (the postboy) knocked at the door — im-
plying that I was far too much exhausted by grief, to have
strength remaining to knock for myself.
Another sable warder (a carpenter, who had once eaten
two geese for a wager) opened the door, and showed me
into the best parlour. Here, Mr. Trabb had taken unto
himself the best table, and had got all the leaves up, and
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was holding a kind of black Bazaar, with the aid of a quan-
tity of black pins. At the moment of my arrival, he had
just finished putting somebody's hat into black long-
clothes, like an African baby; so he held out his hand for
mine. But I, misled by the action, and confused by the
occasion, shook hands with him with every testimony of
warm affection.
Poor dear Joe, entangled in a little black cloak tied in a
large bow under his chin, was seated apart at the upper
end of the room; where, as chief mourner, he had evidently
been stationed by Trabb. When I bent down and said to
him, "Dear Joe, how are you?" he said, "Pip, old chap,
you know'd her when she were a fine figure of a "
and clasped my hand and said no more.
Biddy, looking very neat and modest in her black dress,
went quietly here and there, and was very helpful. When
I had spoken to Biddy, as I thought it not a time for talk-
ing, I went and sat down near Joe, and there began to
wonder in what part of the house it — she — my sister — was.
The air of the parlour being faint with the smell of sweet
cake, I looked about for the table of refreshments; it was
scarcely visible until one had got accustomed to the gloom,
but there was a cut-up plum-cake upon it, and there were
cut-up oranges, and sandwiches, and biscuits, and two de-
canters that I knew very well as ornaments, but had never
seen used in all my life : one full of port, and one of sherry.
Standing at this table, I became conscious of the servile
Pumblechook in a black cloak and several yards of hat-
band, who was alternately stuffing himself, and making ob-
sequious movements to catch my attention. The moment
he succeeded, he came over to me (breathing sherry and
crumbs), and said in a subdued voice, " May I, dear sir? "
and did. I then descried Mr. and Mrs. Hubble; the last-
named in a decent speechless paroxysm in a corner. We
were all going to "follow," and were all in course of being
tied up separately (by Trabb) into ridiculous bundles.
"Which I meantersay, Pip," Joe whispered me, as we
were being what Mr. Trabb called " formed " in the par-
lour, two and two — and it was dreadfully like a prepara-
tion for some grim kind of dance; "which I meantersay,
sir, as I would in preference have carried her to the church
myself, along with three or four friendly ones wot come to
it with willing harts and arms, but it were considered wot
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the neighbours would look down on such and would be of
opinions as it were wanting in respect."
" Pocket-handkerchiefs out, all ! " cried Mr. Trabb at
this point, in a depressed business-like voice — "Pocket-
handkerchiefs out ! We are ready ! "
So, we all put our pocket-handkerchiefs to our faces, as
if our noses were bleeding, and filed out two and two; Joe
and I; Biddy and Pumblechook; Mr. and Mrs. Hubble.
The remains of my poor sister had been brought round by
the kitchen door, and, it being a point of Undertaking cere-
mony that the six bearers must be stifled and blinded under
a horrible black velvet housing with a white border, the
whole looked like a blind monster with twelve human legs,
shuffling and blundering along under the guidance of two
keepers — the postboy and his comrade.
The neighbourhood, however, highly approved of these
arrangements, and we were much admired as we went
through the village; the more youthful and vigorous part
of the community making dashes now and then to cut us
off, and lying in wait to intercept us at points of vantage.
At such times the more exuberant among them called out
in an excited manner on our emergency round some corner
of expectancy, " Here they come ! " " Here they are ! " and
we were all but cheered. In this progress I was much an-
noyed by the abject Pumblechook, who, being behind me,
persisted all the way, as a delicate attention, in arranging
my streaming hatband, and smoothing my cloak. My
thoughts were further distracted by the excessive pride of
Mr. and Mrs. Hubble, who were surpassingly conceited and
vainglorious in being members of so distinguished a pro-
cession.
And now the range of marshes lay clear before us, with
the sails of the ships on the river growing out of it; and
we went into the churchyard, close to the graves of my un-
known parents, Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and Also
Georgiana, Wife of the Above. And there, my sister was
laid quietly in the earth while the larks sang high above it,
and the light wind strewed it with beautiful shadows of
clouds and trees.
Of the conduct of the worldly-minded Pumblechook
while this was doing, I desire to say no more than it was
all addressed to me; and that even when those noble pas-
sages were read which reminded humanity how it brought
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nothing into the world and can take nothing out, and how
it fleeth like a shadow and never continueth long in one
stay, I heard him cough a reservation of the case of a
young gentleman who came unexpectedly into large prop-
erty. When we got back, he had the hardihood to tell me
that he wished my sister could have known I had done her
so much honour, and to hint that she would have consid-
ered it reasonably purchased at the price of her death.
After that, he drank all the rest of the sherry, and Mr.
Hubble drank the port, and the two talked (which I have
since observed to be customary in such cases) as if they
were of quite another race from the deceased, and were no-
toriously immortal. Finally, he went away with Mr. and
Mrs. Hubble — to make an evening of it, I felt sure, and to
tell the Jolly Bargemen that he was the founder of my for-
tunes and my earliest benefactor.
When they were all gone, and when Trabb and his men
— but not his boy : I looked for him — had crammed their
mummery into bags, and were gone too, the house felt
wholesomer. Soon afterwards, Biddy, Joe, and I, had a
cold dinner together; but we dined in the best parlour, not
in the old kitchen, and Joe was so exceedingly particular
what he did with his knife and fork and the salt-cellar and
what not, that there was great restraint upon us. But
after dinner, when I made him take his pipe, and when I
had loitered with him about the forge, and when we sat
down together on the great block of stone outside it, we got
on better. I noticed that after the funeral Joe changed his
clothes so far, as to ma-ke a compromise between his Sun-
day dress and working dress: in which the dear fellow
looked natural, and like the Man he was.
He was very much pleased by my asking if I might
sleep in my own little room, and I was pleased too; for,
I felt that I had done rather a great thing in making the
request. When the shadows of evening were closing in,
I took an opportunity of getting into the garden with Biddy
for a little talk.
"Biddy," said I, "I think you might have written to
me about these sad matters."
"Do you, Mr. Pip? " said Biddy. " I should have writ-
ten if I had thought that."
" Don't suppose that I mean to be unkind, Biddy, when
I say I consider that you ought to have thought that."
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"Do you, Mr. Pip?"
She was so quiet, and had such an orderly, good, and
pretty way with her, that I did not like the thought of
making her cry again. After looking a little at her down-
cast eyes as she walked beside me, I gave up that point.
" I suppose it will be difficult for you to remain here
now, Biddy, dear?"
"Oh! I can't do so, Mr. Pip," said Biddy, in a tone of
regret, but still of quiet conviction. " I have been speak-
ing to Mrs. Hubble, and I am going to her to-morrow. I
hope we~shliB~~bc able -I^Ttakesome care of Mr. Gargery,
together, until he settles down."
" How are you going to live, Biddy? If you want any
mo—
"How am I going to live? " repeated Biddy, striking in,
with a momentary flush upon her face. " I'll tell you, Mr.
Pip. I am going to try to get the place of mistress in the
new school nearly finished here. I can be well recom-
mended by all the neighbours, and I hope I can be IP 3 us
trious and patient, and teach myself while I teach, others.
You know, Mr. Pip," pursued Biddy, with a smile, as she
raised her eyes to my face, " the new schools are not like
the old, but I learnt a good deal from you after that time,
and have had time since then to improve."
" I think you would always improve, Biddy, under any
circumstances."
"Ah! Except bi my bad side of human nature," mur-
mured Biddy.
It was not so much a reproach, as an irresistible think-
ing aloud. Well ! I thought I would give up that point
too. So, I walked a little further with Biddy, looking
silently at her downcast eyes.
" I have not heard the particulars of my sister's death,
Biddy."
" They are very slight, poor thing. She had been in one
of her bad states — though they had got better of late,
rather than worse — for four days, when she came out of it
in the evening, just at tea-time, and said quite plainly,
' Joe. ' As she had never said any word for a long while, I
ran and fetched in Mr. Gargery from the forge. She made
signs to me that she wanted him to sit down close to her,
and wanted me to put her arms round his neck. So I put
them round his neck, and she laid her head down on his
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shoulder quite content and satisfied. And so she presently
said 'Joe' again, and once 'Pardon,' and once 'Pip/
And so she never lifted her head up any more, and it was
just an hour later when we laid it down on her own bed,
because we found she was gone."
Biddy cried; the darkening garden, and the lane, and
the stars that were coming out, were blurred in my own
sight.
"Nothing was ever discovered, Biddy?"
"Nothing."
" Do you know what is become of Orlick? "
" I should think from the colour of his clothes that he is
working in the quarries."
"Of course you have seen him then? — Why are you
looking at that dark tree in the lane? "
"I saw him there, on the night she died."
"That was not the last time either, Biddy?"
"No; I have seen him there since we have been walking
here. — It is of no use," said Biddy, laying her hand upon
my arm, as I was for running out, " you know I would not
deceive you; he was not there a minute, and he is gone."
It revived my utmost indignation to find that she was still
pursued by this fellow, and I felt inveterate against him.
I told her so, and told her that I would spend any money or
take any pains to drive him out of that country. By de-
grees she led me into more temperate talk, and she told me
how Joe loved me, and how Joe never complained of any-
thing— she didn't say, of me; she had no need; I knew
what she meant — but ever did his duty in his way of life,
with a strong hand, a quiet tongue, and a gentle heart.
" Indeed, it would be hard to say too much for him,"
said I; "and, Biddy, we must often speak of these things,
for of course I shall be often down here now. I am not
going to leave poor Joe alone."
Biddy said never a single word.
"Biddy, don't you hear me? "
"Yes, Mr. Pip."
" Not to mention your calling me Mr. Pip — which ap-
pears to me to be in bad taste, Biddy — what do you
mean? "
" What do I mean?" asked Biddy, timidly.
"Biddy," said I, in a virtuously self-asserting manner,
" I must request to know what you mean by this? "
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"By this?" said Biddy.
"No, don't echo," I retorted "You used not to echo,
Biddy."
" Used not ! " said Biddy. " 0 Mr. Pip ! Used ! "
Well! I rather thought I would give up that point too.
After another silent turn in the garden, I fell back on the
main position.
"Biddy," said I, "I made a remark respecting my com-
ing down here often, to see Joe, which you received with a
marked silence. Have the goodness, Biddy, to tell me why. "
" Are you quite sure, then, that you WILL come to see
him often? " asked Biddy, stopping in the narrow garden
walk, and looking at me under the stars, with a clear and
honest eye.
" Oh dear me ! " said I, as I found myself compelled to
give up Biddy in despair. " This really is a very bad side
of human nature! Don't say any more, if you please,
Biddy. This shocks me very much."
For which cogent reason I kept Biddy at a distance dur-
ing supper, and when I went up to my own old little room,
took as stately a leave of her as I could, in my murmuring
soul, deem reconcilable with the churchyard and the event
of the day. As often as I was restless in the night, and
that was every quarter of an hour, I reflected what an un-
kindness, what an injury, what an injustice, Biddy had
done me.
Early in the morning, I was to go. Early in the morn-
ing, I was out, and looking in, unseen, at one of the wooden
windows of the forge. There I stood, for minutes, looking
at Joe, already at work with a glow of health and strength
upon his face that made it show as if the bright sun of the
life in store for him were shining on it.
" Good bye, dear Joe! — No, don't wipe it off — for God's
sake, give me your blackened hand! — I shall be down soon
and often."
"Never too soon, sir," said Joe, "and never too often,
Pip!"
Biddy was waiting for me at the kitchen door, with a
mug of new milk and a crust of bread. "Biddy," said I,
when I gave her my hand at parting, " I am not angry, but
I am hurt."
"No, don't be hurt," she pleaded quite pathetically;
"let only me be hurt, if I have been ungenerous."
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Once more, the mists were rising as I walked away. If
they disclosed to me, as I suspect they did, that I should
not come back, and that Biddy was quite right, all I can
say is — they were quite right too.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
/ HERBERT and I went on from bad to worse, in the way
" of increasing our debts, looking into our affairs, leaving
Margins, and the like exemplary transactions; and Time
went on, whether or no, as he has a way of doing; and I
came of age — in fulfilment of Herbert's prediction, that I
should do so before I knew where I was.
Herbert himself had come of age, eight months before
me. As he had nothing else than his majority to come
into, the event did not make a profound sensation in Bar-
nard's Inn. But we had looked forward to my one-and-
twentieth birthday, with a crowd of speculations and an-
ticipations, for we had both considered that my guardian
could hardly help saying something definite on that occa-
uion.
I had taken care to have it well understood in Little
Britain when my birthday was. On the day before it, I
received an official note from Wemmick, informing me that
Mr. Jaggers would be glad if I would call upon him at five
in the afternoon of the auspicious day. This convinced us
that something great was to happen, and threw me into an
unusual flutter when I repaired to my guardian's office, a
model of punctuality.
In the outer office Wemmick offered me his congratula-
tions, and incidentally rubbed the side of his nose with a
folded piece of tissue-paper that I liked the look of. But
he said nothing respecting it, and motioned me with a nod
into my guardian's room. It was November, and my guar-
dian was standing before his fire leaning his back against
the chimney-piece, with his hands under his coat-tails.
" Well, Pip," said he, " I must call you Mr. Pip to-day.
Congratulations, Mr. Pip."
Wo shook hands — he was always a remarkably short
shaker — and I thanked him.
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"Take a chair, Mr. Pip," said iny guardian.
As I sat down, and he preserved his attitude and bent
his brows at his boots, I felt at a disadvantage, which re-
minded me of that old time when I had been put upon a
tombstone. The two ghastly casts on the shelf were not
far from him, and their expression was as if they were
making a stupid apoplectic attempt to attend to the conver-
sation.
"Now, my young friend," my guardian began, as if I
were a witness i» the box, " I am going to have a word or
two with you."
"If you please, sir."
"What do you suppose," said Mr. Jaggers, bending for-
ward to look at the ground, and then throwing his head
back to look at the ceiling, " what do you suppose you are
living at the rate of? "
"At the rate of, sir?"
"At," repeated Mr. Jaggers, still looking at the ceiling,
" the — rate — of? " And then looked all round the room,
and paused with his pocket-handkerchief in his hand, half
way to his nose.
I had looked into my affairs so often, that I had thor-
oughly destroyed any slight notion I might ever have had
of their bearings. Reluctantly, I confessed myself quite
unable to answer the question. This reply seemed agree-
able to Mr. Jaggers, who said, " I thought so ! " and blew
his nose with an air of satisfaction.
"Now, I have asked you a question, my friend," said
Mr. Jaggers. " Have you anything to ask me ? "
" Of course it would be a great relief to me to ask you
several questions, sir; but I remember your prohibition."
"Ask one," said Mr. Jaggers.
" Is my benefactor to be made known to me to-day? "
"No. Ask another."
" Is that confidence to be imparted to me soon? "
"Waive that, a moment," said Mr. Jaggers, "and ask
another."
I looked about me, but there appeared to be now no pos-
sible escape from the inquiry, "Have — I — anything to re-
ceive, sir? " On that, Mr. Jaggers said, triumphantly, " I
thought we should come to it ! " and called to Wemmick to
give him that piece of paper. Wemmick appeared, handed
it in, and disappeared.
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"Now, Mr. Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, "attend if you
please. You have been drawing pretty freely here; your
name occurs pretty often in Wemmick's cash book : but you
are in debt, of course? "
" I am afraid I must say yes, sir."
"You know you must say yes; don't you?" said Mr.
Jaggers.
"Yes, sir."
" I don't ask you what you owe because you don't know;
and if you did know, you wouldn't tell me; you would say
less. Yes, yes, my friend," cried Mr. Jaggers, waving his
forefinger to stop me, as I made a show of protesting:
"it's likely enough that you think you wouldn't, but you
would. You'll excuse me, but I know better than you.
Now, take this piece of paper in your hand. You have got
it? Very good. Now, unfold it and tell me what it is."
"This is a bank-note," said I, "for five hundred
pounds."
"That is a bank-note," repeated Mr. Jaggers, "for five
hundred pounds. And a very handsome sum of money too,
I think. You consider it so? "
" How could I do otherwise ! "
"Ah! But answer the question," said Mr. Jaggers.
"Undoubtedly."
" You consider it, undoubtedly, a handsome sum of
money. Now, that handsome sum of money, Pip, is your
own. It is a present to you on this day, in earnest of your
expectations. And at the rate of that handsome sum of
money per annum, and at no higher rate, you are to live
until the donor of the whole appears. That is to say, you
will now take your money affairs entirely into your own
hands, and you will draw from Wemmick one hundred and
twenty-five pounds per quarter, until you are in communi-
cation with the fountain-head, and no longer with the mere
agent. As I have told you before, I am the mere agent.
I execute my instructions, and I am paid for doing so. I
think them injudicious, but I am not paid for giving any
opinion on their merits."
I was beginning to express my gratitude to my benefactor
for the great liberality with which I was treated, when Mr.
Jaggers stopped me. "I am not paid, Pip," said he,
coolly, " to .carry your words to any one ; " and then gath-
ered up his coat-tails, as he had gathered up the subject,
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and stood frowning at his boots as if he suspected them of
designs against him.
After a patise, I hinted :
"There was a question just now, Mr. Jaggers, which
you desired me to waive for a moment. I hope I am doing
nothing wrong in asking it again? "
" What is it ? " said he.
I might have known that he would never help me out;
but it took me aback to have to shape the question afresh,
as if it were quite new. " Is it likely," I said, after hesi-
tating, " that my patron, the fountain-head you have spoken
of, Mr. Jaggers, will soon " there I delicately stopped.
"Will soon what?" asked Mr. Jaggers. "That's no
question as it stands, you know."
" Will soon come to London," said I, after casting about
for a precise form of words, "or summon me anywhere
else? "
"Now here," replied Mr. Jaggers, fixing me for the first
time with his dark deep-set eyes, " we must revert to the
evening when we first encountered one another in your vil-
lage. What did I tell you then, Pip? "
" You told me, Mr. Jaggers, that it might be years hence
when that person appeared."
"Just so," said Mr. Jaggers; "that's my answer."
As we looked full at one another, I felt my breath come
quicker in my strong desire to get something out of him.
And as I felt that it came quicker, and as I felt that he
saw that it came quicker, I felt that I had less chance
than ever of getting anything out of him.
"Do you suppose it will still be years hence, Mr. Jag-
gers ? "
Mr. Jaggers shook his head — not in negativing the ques-
tion, but in altogether negativing the notion that he could
anyhow be got to answer it — and the two horrible casts of
the twitched faces looked, when my eyes strayed up to
them, as if they had come to a crisis in their suspended at-
tention, and were going to sneeze.
" Come ! " said Mr. Jaggers, warming the backs of his
legs with the backs of his warmed hands, " I'll be plain
with you, my friend Pip. That's a question I must not
be asked. You'll understand that, better, when I tell you
it's a question that might compromise me. Come! I'll
go a little further with you; I'll say something more."
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He bent down so low to frown at his boots, that he was
able to rub the calves of his legs in the pause he made.
" When that person discloses," said Mr. Jaggers, straight-
ening himself, " you and that person will settle your own
affairs. When that person discloses, my part in this busi-
ness will cease and determine. When that person dis-
closes, it will not be necessary for me to know anything
about it. And that's all I have got to say."
We looked at one another until I withdrew my eyes, and
looked thoughtfully at the floor. From this last speech I
derived the notion that Miss Havisham, for some reason or
no reason, had not taken him into her confidence as to her
designing me for Estella; that he resented this, and felt a
jealousy about it; or that he really did object to that
scheme, and would have nothing to do with it. When I
raised my eyes again, I found that he had been shrewdly
looking at me all the time, and was doing so still.
"If that is all you have to say, sir," I remarked, "there
can be nothing left for me to say."
He nodded assent, and pulled out his thief-dreaded
watch, and asked me where I was going to dine? I re-
plied, at my own chambers, with Herbert. As a neces-
sary sequence, I asked him if he would favour us with his
company, and he promptly accepted the invitation. But
he insisted on walking home with me, in order that I might
make no extra preparation for him, and first he had a let-
ter or two to write, and (of course) had his hands to wash.
So, I said I would go into the outer office and talk to Wem-
mick.
The fact was, that when the five hundred pounds had
come into my pocket, a thought had come into my head/
which had been often there before; and it appeared to nu/
that Wemmick was a good person to advise with, concenl-
ing such thought.
He had already locked up his safe, and made prepara-
tions for going home. He had left his desk, brought out
his two greasy office candlesticks and stood them in line
with the snuffers on a slab near the door, ready to be ex-
tinguished; he had raked his fire low, put his hat and great-
coat ready, and was beating himself all over the chest with
his safe-key as an athletic exercise after business.
"Mr. Wemmick," said I, "I want to ask your opinion.
I am very desirous to serve a friend."
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Wemmick tightened his post-office and shook his head,
as if his opinion were dead against any fatal weakness of
that sort.
"This friend," I pursued, "is trying to get on in com-
mercial life, but has no money, and finds it difficult and
disheartening to make a beginning. Now, I want some-
how to help him to a beginning."
"With money down?" said Wemmick, in a tone drier
than any sawdust.
"With some money down," I replied, for an uneasy re-
membrance shot across me of that symmetrical bundle of
papers at home; "with some money down, and perhaps
some anticipation of my expectations."
"Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, "I should like just to run
over with you on my fingers, if you please, the names of
the various bridges up as high as Chelsea Reach. Let's
see; there's London, one; South wark, two; Blackfriars,
three; Waterloo, four; Westminster, five; Vauxhall, six."
He had checked off each bridge in its turn, with the handle
of his safe-key on the palm of his hand. "There's as
many as six, you see, to choose from."
"I don't understand you," said I.
"Choose your bridge, Mr. Pip," returned Wemmick,
" and take a walk upon your bridge, and pitch your money
into the Thames over the centre arch of your bridge, and
you know the end of it. Serve a friend with it, and you
may know the end of it too — but it's a less pleasant and
profitable end."
I could have posted a newspaper in his mouth, he made
it so wide after saying this.
"This is very discouraging," said I.
"Meant to be so," said Wemmick.
"Then is it your opinion," I inquired, with some little
indignation, " that a man should never "
" — Invest portable property in a friend?" said Wem-
mick. " Certainly he should not. Unless he wants to get
rid of the friend — and then it becomes a question how
much portable property it may be worth to get rid of
him."
"And that," said I, "is your deliberate opinion, Mr.
Wemmick? "
"That," he returned, "is my deliberate opinion in this
office."
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" Ah ! " said I, pressing him, for I thought I saw him
near a loophole here; "but would that be your opinion at
Walworth? "
"Mr. Pip," he replied with gravity, "Walworth is one
place, and this office is another. Much as the Aged is one
person, and Mr. Jaggers is another. They must not be
confounded together. My Walworth sentiments must be
taken at Walworth; none but my official sentiments can be
taken in this office."
"Very well," said I, much relieved, "then I shall look
you up at Walworth, you may depend upon it."
"Mr. Pip," he returned, "you will be welcome there, in
a private and personal capacity."
We had held this conversation in a low voice, well know-
ing my guardian's ears to be the sharpest of the sharp. As
he now appeared in his doorway, towelling his hands,
Wemmick got on his great-coat and stood by to snuff out
the candles. We all three went into the street together,
and from the door-step Wemmick turned his way, and Mr.
Jaggers and I turned ours.
I could not help wishing more than once that evening,
that Mr. Jaggers had had an Aged in Gerrard-street, or a
Stinger, or a Something, or a Somebody, to unbend his
brows a little. It was an uncomfortable consideration on
a twenty-first birthday, that coming of age at all seemed
hardly worth while in such a guarded and suspicious world
as he made of it. He was a thousand times better informed
and cleverer than Wemmick, and yet I would a thousand
times rather have had Wemmick to dinner. And Mr.
Jaggers made not me alone intensely melancholy, because,
after he was gone, Herbert said of himself, with his eyes
fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed
a felony and forgotten the details of it, he felt so dejected
and guilty.
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CHAPTER XXXVII.
?m> si \> • •'. -«h . ••'
DEEMING Sunday the best day for taking Mr. Wemmick's
Walworth sentiments, I devoted the next ensuing Sunday
afternoon to a pilgrimage to the Castle. On arriving be-
fore the battlements, I found the Union Jack flying and
the drawbridge up, but undeterred by this show ofxlefiance
and resistance, I rang at the gate, and was admitted in a
most pacific manner by the Aged.
"My son, sir," said the old man, after securing the
drawbridge, "rather had it in his mind that you might
happen to drop in, and he left word that he would soon be
home from his afternoon's walk. He is very regular in his
walks, is my son. Very regular in everything, is my son."
I nodded at the old gentleman as Wemmick himself
might have nodded, and we went in and sat down by the
fireside.
" You made acquaintance with my son, sir," said the old
man, in his chirping way, while he warmed his hands at
the blaze, " at his office, I expect? " I nodded. " Hah !
I have heerd that my son is a wonderful hand at his busi-
ness, sir? " I nodded hard. " Yes; so they tell me. His
business is the Law? " I nodded harder. " Which makes
it more surprising in my son," said the old man, " for he
was not brought up to the Law, but to the Wine-Cooper-
ing."
Curious to know how the old gentleman stood informed
concerning the reputation of Mr. Jaggers, I roared that
name at him. He threw me into the greatest confusion by
laughing heartily and replying in a very sprightly manner,
"No, to be sure; you're right." And to this hour I have
not the faintest notion of what he meant, or what joke he
thought I had made.
As I could not sit there nodding at him perpetually,
without making some other attempt to interest him, I
shouted an inquiry whether his own calling in life had been
" the Wine-Coopering." By dint of straining that term out
of myself several times and tapping the old gentleman on
the chest t" a«"»»rif»*" iti irith him, I at last succeeded in
making my meaning understood.
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"No," said the old gentleman; "the warehousing, the
warehousing. First, over yonder; " he appeared to mean
up the chimney, but I believe he intended to refer me to
Liverpool; "and then in the City of London here. How-
ever, having an infirmity — for I am hard of hearing,
sir "
I expressed in pantomime the greatest astonishment.
" — Yes, hard of hearing; having that infirmity coming
upon me, my son he went into the Law, and he took charge
of me, and he by little and little made out this elegant and
beautiful property. But returning to what you said, you
know," pursued the old man, again laughing heartily,
"what I say is, No, to be sure; you're right."
I was modestly wondering whether my utmost ingenuity
would have enabled me to say anything HtJiat would have
amused him half as much as this imaginary pleasantry,
when I was startled by a sudden olick in the wall on one
side of the chimney, and the ghostly tumbling open of a
little wooden flap with "JOHN" upon it. The old man,
following my eyes, cried with great triumph, "My son's
come home ! " and we both went out to the drawbridge.
It was worth any money to see Wemmick waving a sa-
lute to me from the other side of the moat, when we might
have shaken hands across it with the greatest ease. The
Aged was so delighted to work the drawbridge, that I
made no offer to assist him, but stood quiet until Wemmick
had come across, and had presented, me to Miss Skiffins : a
lady by whom he was accompanied.
Miss Skiffins was of a wooden appearance, and was, like
her escort, in the post-office branch of the service. She
might have been some two or three years younger than
Wemmick, and I judged her to stand possessed of portable
property. The cut of her dress from the waist upward,
both before and behind, made her figure very like a boy's
kite; and I might have pronounced her gown a little too
decidedly orange, and her gloves a little too intensely
green. But she seemed to be a good sort of fellow, and
showed a high regard for the Aged. I was not long in
discovering that she was a frequent visitor at the Castle;
for, on our going in, and my complimenting Wemmick on
his ingenious contrivance for announcing himself to the
Aged, he begged me to give my attention for a moment to
the other side of the chimney, and disappeared. Presently
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another click came, and another little door tumbled open
with "Miss Skiffins" on it; then Miss Skiffins shut up and
John tumbled open; then Miss SkifflEs~and John both
tumbled open together, and finally shut up together. On
Wemmick's return from working these mechanical appli-
ances, I expressed the great-admiration with which I re-
garded them, and he saicf, " Well, you know, they're both
pleasant and useful to the Aged. And by George, sir, it's
a thing worth mentioning, that of all the people who come
to this gate, the secret of those pulls is only known to the
Aged, Miss Skiffins, and me ! "
"And Mr. Wemrnick made them," added Miss Skiffins,
"with his own hands out of his own head."
While Miss Skiffins was taking off her bonnet (she re-
tained her green gloves during the evening as an outward
and visible sign that there was company), Wemmick invited
me to take a walk with- him round the property, and see
how the island looked in winter- time. Thinking that he
did this to give me an opportunity of taking his Walworth
sentiments, I seized the opportunity as soon as we were out
of the Castle.
Having thought of the matter with care, I approached
my subject as if I had never hinted at it before. I in-
formed Wemmick that I was anxious in behalf of Herbert
Pocket, and I told him how we had first met, and how we
had fought. I glanced at Herbert's home, and at his char-
acter, and at his having-no meftnaJmt such as he was de-
pendent on iris^afEerf or : those, uncertain and unpunctual.
Pall ud ed Lu Llie~ad vantages I had derived in my first raw-
ness and ignorance from his society, and I confessed that I
feared I had but ill repaid them, and that he might have
done better without me and my expectations. Keeping
Miss Havisham in the background at a great distance, I
still hinted at the possibility of my having competed with
him in his prospects, and at the certainty of his possessing
a generous soul, and being far above any mean distrusts,
retaliations, or designs. For all these reasons (I told
Wemmick), and because he was my young companion and
friend, and I had a great affection for him, I wished my
own good fortune to reflect some rays upon him, and there-
fore I sought advice from Wemmick's experience and
knowledge of men and affairs, how I could best try with my
resources to help Herbert to some present income — say of
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a hundred a year, to keep him in good hope and heart — and
gradually to buy him on to some small partnership. I
begged Wemmick, in conclusion, to understand that my
help must always be rendered without Herbert's knowledge
or suspicion, and that\here was no one else in the world
with whom I could advise. I wound up by laying my
hand upon his shoulder, and saying " I can't help confiding
in you; though I know it must be troublesome to you; but
that is your fault; in having ever brought me here."
Wemmick was silent for a little while, and then said
with a kind of start, " Well, you know, Mr. Pip, I must
tell you one thing. This is devilish good of you."
" Say you'll help me to be good then," said I.
"Ecod," replied Wemmick, shaking his head, "that's
not my trade."
" Nor is this your trading-place," said I.
" You are right," he returned. " You hit the nail on the
head. Mr. Pip, I'll put on my considering cap, and I
think all you want to do may be done by degrees. Skiffins
(that's her brother) is an accountant and agent. I'll look
him up and go to work for you."
" I thank you ten thousand times."
"On the contrary," said he, "I thank you, for though
we are strictly in our private and personal capacity, still it
may be mentioned that there are Newgate cobwebs about,
and it brushes them away."
After a little further conversation to) the same effect, we
returned into the Castle where we found Miss Skiffins pre-
paring tea. The responsible duty of making the toast was
delegated to the Aged, and that excellent old gentleman
was so intent upon it that he seemed to be in some danger
of melting his eyes. It was no nominal meal that we were
going to make, but a vigorous reality. The Aged prepared
such a haystack of buttered toast, that I could scarcely see
him over it as it simmered on an iron stand hooked on to
the top-bar; while Miss Skiffins brewed such a jorum of
tea, that the pig in the back premises became strongly ex-
cited, and repeatedly expressed his desire to participate in
the entertainment.
The flag had been struck, and the gun had been fired, at
the right moment of time, and I felt as snugly cut off from
the rest of Walworth as if the moat were thirty feet wide
by as many deep. Nothing disturbed the tranquillity of
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the Castle, but the occasional tumbling open of John and
Miss Skiffins : which little doors were a prey to some spas-
modic infirmity that made me sympathetically uncomfort-
able until I got used to it. I inferred from the methodical
nature of Miss Skiffins' s arrangements that she made tea
there every Sunday night; and I rather suspected that a
classic brooch she wore, representing the profile of an un-
desirable female with a very straight nose and a very new
moon, was a piece of portable property that had been given
her by Wemmick.
We ate the whole of the toast, and drank tea in propor-
tion, and it was delightful to see how warm and greasy we
all got after it. The Aged, especially, might have passed
for some clean old chief of a savage tribe, just oiled. After
a short pause of repose, Miss Skiffins — in the absence of
the little servant, who, it seemed, retired to the bosom of
her family on Sunday afternoons — washed up the tea-
things, in a trifling lady-like amateur manner that compro-
mised none of us. Then, she put on her gloves again, and
we drew round the fire, and Wemmick said, " Now, Aged
Parent, tip us the paper."
Wemmick explained to me while the Aged got his spec-
tacles out, that this was according to custom, and that it
gave the old gentleman infinite satisfaction to read the
news aloud. "I won't offer an apology," said Wemmick,
" for he isn't capable of many pleasures — are you, Aged
P.?"
" All right, John, all right," returned the old man, see-
ing himself spoken to.
" Only tip him a nod every now and then when he looks
off his paper," said Wemmick, "and he'll be as happy as a
king. We are all attention, Aged One."
" All right, John, all right ! " returned the cheerful old
man: so busy and so pleased, that it really was quite
charming.
The Aged's reading reminded me of the classes at Mr.
Wopsle's great-aunt's, with the pleasanter peculiarity that
it seemed to come through a keyhole. As he wanted the
candles close to him, and as he was always on the verge of
putting either his head or the newspaper into them, he re-
quired as much watching as a powder-mill. But Wemmick
was equally untiring and gentle in his vigilance, and the
Aged read on, quite unconscious of his many rescues.
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Whenever he looked at us, we all expressed the greatest
interest and amazement, and nodded until he resumed
again.
As Wemmick and MisS Skiffins sat side by side, and as
I sat in a shadowy corner, 'I observed a slow and gradual
elongation of Mr. Wemmick' s mouth, powerfully sugges-
tive of his slowly and gradually stealing his arm round
Miss Skiffins 's waist. In course of time I saw his hand
appear on the other side of Miss Skiffins; but at that mo-
ment Miss Skiffins neatly stopped him with the green glove,
unwound his arm again as if it were an article of dress, and
with the greatest deliberation laid it on the table before
her. Miss Skiffins 's composure while she did this was one
of the most remarkable sights I have ever seen, and if I
could have thought the act consistent with abstraction of
mind, I should have deemed that Miss Skiffins performed it
mechanically.
By-and-bye, I noticed Wemmick's arm beginning to dis-
appear again, and gradually fading out of view. Shortly
afterwards, his mouth began to widen again. After an in-
terval of suspense on my part that was quite enthralling
and almost painful, I saw his hand appear on the other
side of Miss Skiffins. Instantly, Miss Skiffins stopped it
with the neatness of a placid boxer, took off that girdle or
cestus as before, and laid it on the table. Taking the table
to represent the path of virtue, I am -justified in stating
that during the whole time of the Agecl/s reading, Wem-
mick's arm was straying from the path of virtue and being
recalled to it by Miss Skiffins.
At last the Aged read himself into a light slumber
This was the time for Wemmick to produce a little kettle,
a tray of glasses, and a black bottle with a porcelain-topped
cork, representing some clerical dignitary of a rubicund and
social aspect. With the aid of these appliances we all had
something warm to drink: including the Aged, who was
soon awake again. Miss Skiffins mixed, and I observed
that she and Wemmick drank out of one glass. Of course
I knew better than to offer to see Miss Skiffins home, and
under the circumstances I thought I had best go first:
which I did, taking a cordial leave of the Aged, and hav-
ing passed a pleasant evening.
Before a week was out, I received a note from Wem-
mick, dated Walworth, stating that he hoped he had made
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some advance in that matter appertaining to our private
and personal capacities, and that he would be glad if I
could come and see him again upon it. So, I went out to
Walworth again, and yet again, and yet again, and I saw
him by appointment in the City several times, but never
held any communication with him on the subject in or near
Little Britain. The upshot was, that we found a worthy
young merchant or shipping-broker, not long established
in business, who wanted intelligent help, and who wanted
capital, and who in due course of time and receipt would
want a partner. Between him and me, secret articles were
signed of which Herbert was the subject, and I paid him
half of my five hundred pounds down, and engaged for
sundry other payments : some, to fall due at certain dates
out of my income : some contingent on my coming into my
property. Miss Skiffins's brother conducted the negotia-
tion. Wemmick pervaded it throughout, but never ap-
peared in it.
The whole business was so cleverly managed, that Her-
bert had not the least suspicion of my hand being in it. I
never shall forget the radiant face with which he came
home one afternoon, and told me as a mighty piece of
news, of his having fallen in with one Clarriker (the young
merchant's name), and of Clarriker's having shown an ex-
traordinary inclination towards him, and of his belief that
the opening had come at last. Day by day as his hopes
grew stronger and his face brighter, he must have thought
me a more and more affectionate friend, for I had the
greatest difficulty in restraining my tears of triumph when
I saw him so happy.
At length, th*e thing being done, and he having that day
entered Clarriker's House, and he having talked to me for
a whole evening in a flush of pleasure and success, I did
really cry in good earnest when I went to bed, ic think
that my expectations had done some good to somebody,
A great event in my life, the turning point of my life,
now opens on my view. But, before I proceed to narrate
it, and before I pass on to all the changes it involved, I
must give one chapter to Estella. It is not much to give
to the theme that so long filled my heart.
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CHAPTER XXXVIII.
IF that staid old house near the Green at Richmond
should ever come to be haunted when I am dead, it will be
haunted, surely, by my ghost. O the many, many nights
and days through which the unquiet spirit within me
haunted that house when Estella lived there ! Let my body
be where it would, my spirit was always wandering, wan-
dering, wandering about that house.
The lady with whom Estella wt^s placed, JVlrs. Brandley
by name, was a widow, with one^ daughtejL...sfi¥eral years
older than Estella^ The mother looked young and the
daughter looked old; the mother's complexion was pink,
and the daughter's was yellow; the mother set up for fri-
volity, and the daughter for theology. They were in what
is called a good position, and visited, and were visited by,
numbers of people. Little, if any, community of feeling
subsisted between them and Estella, but the understanding
was established that they were necessary to her, and that
she was necessary to them. Mrs. Brandley had been a
friend of Miss Havisham's before the time of her seclu-
sion.
In Mrs. Brandley 's house and out of/ Mrs. Brandley's
house, I suffered every kind and degree of torture that
Estella could cause me. The nature of my relations with
her, which placed me on terms of familiarity without plac-
ing me on terms of favour, conduced to my distraction.
She made use of me to tease other admirers, and she turned
the very familiarity between herself and me, to the account
of putting a constant slight on my devotion to her. If I
had been her secretary, steward, half-brother, poor relation
— if I had been a younger brother of her appointed hus-
band— I could not have seemed to myself, further from my
hopes when I was nearest to her. The privilege of calling
her by her name and hearing her call me by mine, became
under the circumstances an aggravation of my trials;
and while I think it likely that it almost maddened her
other lovers, I knew too certainly that it almost maddened
me.
She had admirers without end. No doubt my jealousy
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made an admirer of every one who went near her; but
there were more than enough of them without that.
I saw her often at Richmond, I heard of her often in
town, and I used often to take her and the Brandleys on
the water; there were picnics, fe"te days, plays, operas,
concerts, parties, all sorts of pleasures, through which I
pursued her — and they were all miseries to me. I never
had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind
all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the
happiness of having her with me unto death.
Throughout this part of our intercourse — and it lasted,
as will presently be seen, for what I then thought a long
time — she habitually reverted to that tone which expressed
that our association was forced upon us. There were other
times when she would come to a sudden check in this tone
and in all her many tones, and would seem to pity me.
"Pip, Pip," she said one evening, coming to such a
check, when we sat apart at a darkening window of the
house in Richmond; "will you never take warning? "
"Of what?"
"Of me."
"Warning not to be attracted by you, do you mean,
Estella? "
"Do I mean! If you don't know what I mean, you are
blind."
I should have replied that Love was commonly reputed
blind, but for the reason that I always was restrained — and
this was not the least of my miseries — by a feeling that it
was ungenerous to press myself upon her, when she knew
that she could not choose but obey Miss Havisham. My
dread always was, that this knowledge on her part laid me
under a heavy disadvantage with her pride, and made me
the subject of a rebellious struggle in her bosom.
"At any rate," said I, "I have no warning given me
just now, for you wrote to me to come to you, this time."
"That's true," said Estella, with a cold careless smile
that always chilled me.
After looking at the twilight without, for a little while,
she went on to say :
" The time has come round when Miss Havisham wishes
to have me for a day at Satis. You are to take me there,
and bring me back, if you will. She would rather I did
not travel alone, and objects to receiving my maid, for she
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has a sensitive horror of being talked of by such people.
Can you take me? "
"Can I take you, Estella! "
" You can then? The day after to-morrow, if you please.
You are to pay all charges out of my purse. You hear the
condition of your going? "
"And must obey," said I.
This was all the preparation I received for that visit, or
for others like it : Miss Havisham never wrote to me, nor
had I ever so much as seen her handwriting. We went
down on the next day but one, and we found her in the
room where I had first beheld her, and it is needless to add
that there was no change in Satis House.
She was even more dreadfully fond of Estella than she
had been when I last saw them together; I repeat the word
advisedly, for there was something positively dreadful in
the energy of her looks and embraces. She hung upon
Estella's beauty, hung upon her words, hung upon her ges-
tures, and sat mumbling her own trembling fingers while
she looked at her, as though she were devouring the beau-
tiful creature she had reared.
From Estella she looked at me, with a searching glance
that seemed to pry into my heart and probe its wounds.
" How does she use you, Pip, how does shimse you? " she
asked me again, with her witch-like eagerness, even in
Estella's hearing. But, when we sat by her flickering fire
at night, she was most weird; for then, keeping Estella's
hand drawn through her arm and clutched in her own hand,
she extorted from her by dint of referring back to what
Estella had told her in her regular letters, the names and
conditions of the men whom slip, had ^fascinated; and as
Miss Havisham dwelt upon this roll, with the intensity of
a mind mortally hurt and diseased, she sat with her other
hand on her crutch stick, and her chin on that, and her
wan bright eyes glaring at me, a very spectre.
I saw in this, wretched though it made me, and bitter
the sense of dependence, even of degradation, that it awak-
ened— I saw in this, that Estella was set to wreak Miss
Havisham's revenge on men, and that she was not to be
given to me until she had gratified it for a term. I saw in
this, a reason for her being beforehand assigned to me.
Sending her out to attract and torment and do mischief,
Miss Havisham sent her with the malicious assurance that
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she was beyond the reach of all admirers, and that all who
staked upon that cast were secured to lose. I saw in this,
that I, too, was tormented by a perversion of ingenuity,
even while the prize was reserved for me. I saw in this,
the reason for my being staved off so long, and the reason
for my late guardian's declining to commit himself to the
formal knowledge of such a scheme. In a word, I saw
in this, Miss Havisham as I had her then and there before
my eyes, and always had had her before my eyes; and I
saw in this, the distinct shadow of the darkened and un-
healthy house in which her life was hidden from the sun.
The candles that lighted that room of hers were placed
in sconces on the wall. They were high from the ground,
and they burnt with the steady dulness of artificial light
in air that is seldom renewed. As I looked round at them,
and at the pale gloom they made, and at the stopped clock,
and at the withered articles of bridal dress upon the table
and the ground, and at her own awful figure with its
ghostly reflection thrown large by the fire upon the ceiling
and the wall, I saw in everything the construction that my
mind had come to, repeated and thrown back to me. My
thoughts passed into the great room across the landing
where the table was spread, and I saw it written, as it were,
in the falls of the cobwebs from the centre-piece, in the
crawlings of the spiders on the cloth, in the tracks of the
mice as they betook their little quickened hearts behind
the panels, and in the gropings and pausings of the beetles
on the floor.
It happened on the occasion of this visit that some sharp
words arose between Estella and Miss Havisham. It was
\ the first time I had ever seen them opposed.
V We were seated by the fire, as just now described, and
Miss Havisham still had Estella's arm drawn through her
own, and still clutched Estella's hand in hers, when Estella
gradually began to detach herself. She had shown a proud
impatience more than once before, and had rather endured
that fierce affection than accepted or returned it.
" What ! " said Miss Havisham, flashing her eyes upon
her, " are you tired of me? "
"Only a little tired of myself," replied Estella, disen-
gaging her arm, and moving to the great chimney-piece,
where she stood looking down at the fire.
" Speak the truth, you ingrate ! " cried Miss Havisham,
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passionately striking her sHck upon the floor; "you are
tired of me."
Estella looked at her with perfect composure, and again
looked down at the fire. Her graceful figuie and her beau-
tiful face expressed a self-possessed indifference to the wild
heat of the other, that was almost cruel.
" You stock and stone ! " exclaimed Miss Havisham.
" You cold, cold heart ! "
" What ! " said Estella, preserving her attitude of indif-
ference as she leaned against the great chimney-piece and
only moving her eyes; " do you reproach me for being cold?
You? "
" Are you not? " was the fierce retort.
" You should know," said Estella. " I am what you have
made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take
all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me."
" O, look at her, look at her ! " cried Miss Havisham,
bitterly; "look at her, so hard and thankless, on the hearth
where she was reared ! Where I took her into this wretched
breast when it was first bleeding from its stabs, and where
I have lavished years of tenderness upon her ! "
"At least I was no party to the compact," said Estella,
" for if I could walk and speak, when it was made, it was
as much as I could do. But what would you have? You
have been very good to me, and I owe everything to you.
What would you have? "
"Love," replied the other.
"You have it."
"I have not," said Miss Havisham.
"Mother by adoption," retorted Estella, never departing
from the easy grace of her attitude, never raising her voice
as the other did, never yielding either to anger or tender-
ness, " Mother by adoption, I have said that I owe every-
thing to you. All I possess is freely yours. All that you
have given me, is at your command to have again. Beyond
that, I have nothing. And if you ask me to give you what
you never gave me, my gratitude and duty cannot do im-
possibilities."
" Did I never give her love ! " cried Miss Havisham,
turning wildly to me. " Did I never give her a burning
love, inseparable from jealousy at all times, and from sharp
pain, while she speaks thus to me ! Let her call me mad,
let her call me mad ! "
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"Why should I call you mad," returned Estella, "I, of
all people? Does any one live, who knows what set pur-
poses you have, half as well as I do? Does any one live,
who knows what a steady memory you have, half as well
as I do? I who have sat on this same hearth on the little
stool that is even now beside you there, learning your les-
sons and looking up into your face, when your face was
strange and frightened me ! "
" Soon forgotten ! " moaned Miss Havisham. " Times
soon forgotten ! "
"No, not forgotten," retorted Estella. "Not forgotten,
but treasured up in my memory. When have you found
me false to your teaching? When have you found me un-
mindful of your lessons? When have you found me giv-
ing admission here," she touched her bosom with her hand,
"to anything that you excluded? Be just to me."
" So proud, so proud ! " moaned Miss Havisham, pushing
away her grey hair with both her hands.
"Who taught me to be proud?" returned Estella.
"Who praised me when I learnt my lesson? "
" So hard, so hard ! " moaned Miss Havisham, with her
former action.
" Who taught me to be hard? " returned Estella. " Who
praised me when I learnt my lesson? "
" But to be proud and hard to me ! " Miss Havisham
quite shrieked, as she stretched out her arms. " Estella,
Estella, Estella, to be proud and hard to me ! "
Estella looked at her for a moment with a kind of calm
wonder, but was not otherwise disturbed; when the mo-
ment was past, she looked down at the fire again.
"I cannot think," said Estella, raising her eyes after a
silence, " why you should be so unreasonable when I come
to see you after a separation. I have never forgotten your
wrongs and their causes. I have never been unfaithful to
you or your schooling. I have never shown any weakness
that I can charge myself with."
" Would it be weakness to return my love? " exclaimed
Miss Havisham. "But yes, yes, she would call it so! "
"I begin to think," said Estella, in a musing way, after
another moment of calm wonder, "that I almost under-
stand how this comes about. If you had brought up your
adopted daughter wholly in the dark confinement of these
rooms, and had never let her know that there was such c.
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thing as the daylight by which she has never once seen
your face — if you had done that, and then, for a purpose,
had wanted her to understand the daylight and know all
about it, you would have been disappointed and angry? "
Miss Havisham, with her head in her hands, sat making
a low moaning, and swaying herself on her chair, but gave
no answer.
"Or," said Estella, " — which is a nearer case — if you
had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with
your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing
as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and de-
stroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had
blighted you and would else blight her; — if you had done
this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take nat-
urally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would
have been disappointed and angry? "
Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could
not see her face), but still made no answer.
"So," said Estella, "I must be taken as I have been
made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine,
but the two together make me."
Miss Havisham had settled down, I hardly knew how,
upon the floor, among the faded bridal relics with which it
was strewn. I took advantage of the moment — I had
sought one from the first — to leavs the room, after beseech-
ing Estella' s attention to her with a movement of my
hand. When I left, Estella was yet standing by the great
chimney-piece, just as she had stood throughout. Miss
Havisham 's grey hair was all adrift upon the ground,
among the other bridal wrecks, and was a miserable sight
to see.
It was with a depressed heart that I walked in the star-
light for an hour and more, about the courtyard, and about
the brewery, and about the ruined garden. When I at last
took courage to return to the room, I found Estella sitting
at Miss Havisham's knee, taking up some stitches in one
of those old articles of dress that were dropping to pieces,
and of which I have often been reminded since by the
faded tatters of old banners that I have seen hanging up
in cathedrals. Afterwards, Estella and I played at cards,
as of yore — only we were skilful now, and played French
games — and so the evening wore away, and I went to
bed.
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I lay in that separate building across the courtyard. It
was the first time I had ever lain down to rest in Satis
House, and sleep refused to come near me. A thousand
Miss Havishams haunted me. She was on this side of my
pillow, on that, at the head of the bed, at the foot, behind
the half-opened door of the dressing-room, in the dressing-
room, in the room overhead, in the room beneath — every-
where. At last, when the night was slow to creep on to-
wards two o'clock, I felt that I absolutely could no longer
bear the place as a place to lie down in, and that I must
get up. I therefore got up and put on my clothes, and
went out across the yard into the long stone passage, de-
signing to gain the outer courtyard and walk there for the
relief of my mind. But, I was no sooner in the passage
than I extinguished my candle; for, I saw Miss Havisham
going along it in a ghostly manner, making a low cry. I
followed her at a distance, and saw her go up the staircase.
She carried a bare candle in her hand, which she had prob-
ably taken from one of the sconces in her own room, and
was a most unearthly object by its light. Standing at the
bottom of the staircase, I felt the mildewed air of the feast
chamber, without seeing her open the door, and I heard
her walking there, and so across into her own room, and so
across again into that, never ceasing the low cry. After a
time, I tried in the dark both to get out and to go back,
but I could do neither until some streaks of day strayed in
and showed me where to lay my hands. During the whole
interval, whenever I went to the bottom of the staircase, I
heard her footstep, saw her candle pass above, and heard
her ceaseless low cry.
Before we left next day, there was no revival of the dif-
ference between her and Estella, nor was it ever revived on
any similar occasion ; and there were four similar occasions,
to the best of my remembrance. Nor, did Miss Havisham's
manner towards Estella] in anywise change, except that I
believed it to have something like fear infused among its
former characteristics.
It is impossible to turn this leaf of my life without put-
ting Bentley Drummle's name upon it; or I would, very
gladly.
On a certain occasion when th^Finches were assembled
in force, and when good feeling was Se~iHg promoted in the
usual manner by nobody's agreeing with anybody else, the
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presiding Finch called the Grove to order, forasmuch as
Mr. Brummie had not yet toasted a lady; which, accord-
ing to the solemn constitution of the society, it was the
brute's turn to do that day. I thought I saw him leer in
an ugly way at me while the decanters were going round,
but as there was no love lost between us, that might easily
be. What was my indignant surprise when he called upon
the company to pledge him to " Estella ! "
" Estella who? » said I.
"Never you mind," retorted Drummle.
"Estella of where?" said I. "You are bound to say
of where." Which he was, as a Finch.
"Of Kichrnond, gentlemen," said Drummle, putting me
out of the question, "and a peerless beauty."
Much he knew about peerless beauties, a mean miserable
idiot ! I whispered Herbert.
"I know that lady," said Herbert, across the table,
when the toast had been honoured.
"Do you? " said Drummle.
" And so do I, " I added with a scarlet face.
" Do you? " said Drummle. " Oh, Lord ! "
This was the only retort — except glass or crockery — that
the heavy creature was capable of making; but, I became
as highly incensed by it as if it had been barbed with wit,
and I immediately rose in my place and sajid that I could
not but regard it as Being like the honourable Finch's im-
pudence to come down to that Grove — we always talked
about coming down to that Grove, as a neat Parliamentary
turn of expression — down to that Grove, proposing a lady
of whom he knew nothing. Mr. Drummle upon this, start-
ing up, demanded what I meant by that? Whereupon, I
made him the extreme reply that I believed he knew where
I was to be found.
Whether it was possible in a Christian country to get on
without blood, after this, was a question on which the
Finches were divided. The debate upon it grew so lively,
indeed, that at least six more honourable members told six
more, during the discussion, that they believed they knew
where they were to be found. However, it was decided at
last (the Grove being a Court of Honour) that if Mr.
Drummle would bring never so slight a certificate from the
lady, importing that he had the honour of her acquaint-
ance, Mr. Pip must express his regret, as a gentleman and
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a Finch, for "having been betrayed into a warmth which. "
Next day was appointed for the production (lest our hon-
our should take cold from delay), and next day Drummle
appeared with a polite little avowal in Estella's hand, that
she had had the honour of dancing with him several times.
This left me no course but to regret that I had been " be-
trayed into a warmth which," and on the whole to repu-
diate, as untenable, the idea that I was to be found any-
where. Drummle and I then sat snorting at one another
for an hour, while the Grove engaged in indiscriminate
contradiction, and finally the promotion of good feeling
was declared to have gone ahead at an amazing rate.
I tell this lightly, but it was no light thing to me. For,
I cannot adequately express what pain it gave me to think
that Estella should show any favour to a contemptible,
clumsy, sulky booby, so very far below the average. To
the present moment, I believe it to have been referable to
some pure fire of generosity and disinterestedness in my
love for her, that I could not endure the thought of her
stooping to that hound. No doubt I should have been
miserable whomsoever she had favoured; but a worthier
object would have caused me a different kind and degree of
^-distress.
It was easy for me to find out, and I did soon find out,
that Drummle had begun to follow her.closely, and that she
allowed him to do it. A little while, and he was always
in pursuit of her, and he and I crossed one another every
day. He held on, in a dull persistent way, and Estella
held him on; now with encouragement, now with discour-
agement, now almost flattering him, now openly despising
him, now knowing him very well, now scarcely remember-
ing who he was.
The Spider, as Mr. Jaggers had called him, was used to
lying in wait, however, and had the patience of his tribe.
Added to that, he had a blockhead confidence in his money
and in his family greatness, which sometimes did him good
service — almost taking the place of concentration and de-
termined purpose. So, the Spider, doggedly watching Es-
tella, outwatched many brighter insects, and would often
uncoil himself and drop at the right nick of time.
At a certain Assembly Ball at Richmond (there used to
be Assembly Balls at most places then), where Estella had
outshone all other beauties, this blundering Drummle so
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hung about her, and with so much toleration on her part,
that I resolved to speak to her concerning him. I took the
next opportunity : which was when she was waiting for
Mrs. Brandley to take her home, and was sitting apart
among some flowers, ready to go. I was with her, for I
almost always accompanied them to and from such places.
" Are you tired, Estella? "
"Rather, Pip."
"You should be."
"Say, rather, I should not be; for I have my letter to
Satis House to write, before I go to sleep."
"Recounting to-night's triumph?" said I. "Surely a
very poor one, Estella."
" What do you mean? I didn't know there had been
any."
"Estella," said I, "do look at that fellow in the corner
yonder, who is looking over here at us."
" Why should I look at him? " returned Estella, with
her eyes on me, instead. " What is there in that fellow in
the corner yonder — to use your words — that I need look
at?"
"Indeed, that is the very question I want to ask you,"
said I. "For he has been hovering about you all night."
" Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, "replied Estella,
with a glance towards him, " hover about a lighted candle.
Can the candle help it? "
"No," I returned: "but cannot the Estella help it? "
" Well ! " said she, laughing after a moment, " perhaps.
Yes. Anything you like."
" But, Estella, do hear me speak. It makes me wretched
that you should encourage a man so generally despised as
Drummle. You know he is despised."
"Well?" said she.
" You know he is as ungainly within as without. A de-
ficient, ill-tempered, lowering, stupid fellow."
" Well? " said she.
"You know he has nothing to recommend him but
money, and a ridiculous roll of addle-headed predecessors ;
now, don't you?"
"Well? " said she again; and each time she said it, she
opened her lovely eyes the wider.
To overcome the difficulty of getting past that mono-
syllable, I took it from her, and said, repeating it with
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emphasis, "Well! Then, that is why it makes me
wretched."
Now, if I could have believed that she favoured Drum-
mle with any idea of making me — me — wretched, I should
have been in better heart about it; but in that habitual way
of hers, she put me so entirely out of the question, that I
could believe nothing of the kind.
"Pip," said Estella, casting her glance over the room,
"don't be foolish about its effect on you. It may have its
effect on others, and may be meant to have. It's not
worth discussing."
" Yes, it is," said I, "because I cannot bear that people
should say, ' she throws away her graces and attractions
on a mere boor, the lowest in the crowd. ' '
"I can bear it," said Estella.
"Oh! don't be so proud, Estella, and so inflexible."
" Calls me proud and inflexible in this breath ! " said
Estella, opening her hands. " And in his last breath re-
proached me for stooping to a boor ! "
"There is no doubt you do," said I, something hurriedly,
" for I have seen you give him looks and smiles this very
night, such as you never give to — me."
"Do you want me then," said Estella, turning suddenly
with a fixed and serious, if not angry look, " to deceive and
entrap you? "
" Do you deceive and entrap him, Estella? "
" Yes, and many others — all of them but you. Here is
Mrs. Brandley. I'll say no more."
And now that I have given the one chapter to the theme
that so filled my heart, and so often made it ache and ache
again, I pass on, unhindered, to the event that had im-
pended over me longer yet; the event that had begun to be
prepared for, before I knew that the world held Estella,
and in the days when her baby intelligence was receiving its
first distortions from Miss Havisham's wasting hands.
In the Eastern story, the heavy slab that was to fall on
the bed of state in the flush of conquest was slowly wrought
out of the quarry, the tunnel for the rope to hold it in its
place was slowly carried through the leagues of rock, the
slab was slowly raised and fitted in the roof, the rope was
rove to it and slowly taken through the miles of hollow to
the great iron ring. All being made ready with much
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labour, and the hour come, the sultan was aroused in the
dead of the night, and the sharpened axe that was to sever
the rope from the great iron ring was put into his hand,
and he struck with it, and the rope parted and rushed
away, and the ceiling fell. So, in my case; all the work,
near and afar, that tended to the end, had been accom-
plished; and in an instant the blow was struck, and the
roof of my stronghold dropped upon me.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
I WAS three-and-twenty years of age. Not another word
had I heard to enlighten me on the subject of my expecta-
tions, and my twenty-third birthday was a week gone. We
had left Barnard's Inn more than a year, and lived in the
Temple. Our chambers were in Garden-court, down by
the river.
Mr. Pocket and I had for some time parted company as
to our original relations, though we continued on the best
terms. Notwithstanding my inability to settle to anything
— which I hope arose out of the restless and incomplete
tenure on which I held my means — I had ^ taste for read-
ing, and read regularly so many hours a day. That matter
of Herbert's was still progressing, and everything with me
was as I have brought it down to the close of the last pre-
ceding chapter.
Business had taken Herbert on a journey to Marseilles.
I was alone, and had a dull sense of being alone. Dispir-
ited and anxious, long hoping that to-morrow or next week
would clear my way, and long disappointed, I sadly missed
the cheerful face and ready response of my friend.
It was wretched weather; stormy and wet, stormy and
wet; mud, mud, mud, deep in all the streets. Day after
day, a vast heavy veil had been driving over London from
the East, and it drove still, as if in the East there were an
eternity of cloud and wind. So furious had been the gusts,
that high buildings in town had had the lead stripped off
their roofs; and in the country, trees had been torn up, and
sails of windmills carried away; and gloomy accounts had
come in from the coast, of shipwreck and death. Violent
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blasts of rain had accompanied these rages of wind, and
the day just closed as I sat down to read had been the
worst of all.
Alterations have been made in that part or the Temple
since that time, and it has not now so lonely a character as
it had then, nor is it so exposed to the river. We lived at
the top of the last house, and the wind rushing up the river
shook the house that night, like discharges of cannon, or
breakings of a sea. When the rain came with it and dashed
against the windows, I thought, raising my eyes to them
as they rocked, that I might have fancied myself in a
storm-beaten light- house. Occasionally, the smoke came
rolling down the chimney as though it could not bear to go
out into such a night; and when I set the doors open and
looked down the staircase, the staircase lamps were blown
out; and when I shaded my face with my hands and looked
through the black windows (opening them ever so little,
was out of the question in the teeth of such wind and rain)
I saw that the lamps in the court were blown out, and that
the lamps on the bridges and the shore were shuddering,
and that the coal fires in barges on the river were being
carried away before the wind like red-hot splashes in the
rain.
I read with my watch upon the table, purposing to close
my book at eleven o'clock. As I shut it, Saint Paul's, and
all the many church-clocks in the City— some leading, some
accompanying, some "following — struck that hour. The
sound was curiously flawed by the wind; and I was listen-
ing, and thinking how the wind assailed and tore it, when
I heard a footstep on the stair.
What nervous folly made me start, and awfully connect
it with the footstep of my dead sister, matters not. It was
past in a moment, and I listened again, and heard the foot-
step stumble in coming on. Remembering then, that the
staircase-lights were blown out, I took up my reading-lamp
and went out to the stair-head. Whoever was below had
stopped on seeing my lamp, for all was quiet.
" There is some one down there, is there not? " I called
out, looking down.
"Yes," said a voice from the darkness beneath.
" What floor do you want? "
"The top. Mr. Pip."
"That is my name. — There is nothing the matter? n
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"Nothing the matter," returned the voice. And the
man came on.
I stood with my lamp held out over the stair-rail, and he
came slowly within its light. It was a shaded lamp, to
shine upon a book, and its circle of light was very con-
tracted; so that he was in it for a mere instant, and then
out of it. In the instant I had seen a face that was strange
to me, looking up with an incomprehensible air of being
touched and pleased by the sight of me.
Moving the lamp as the man moved, I made out that he
was substantially dressed, but roughly; like a voyager by
sea. That he had long iron-grey hair. That his age was
about sixty. That he was a muscular man, strong on his
legs, and that he was browned and hardened by exposure
to weather. As he ascended the last stair or two, and the
light of my lamp included us both, I saw, with a stupid
kind of amazement, that he was holding out both his hands
to me.
"Pray what is your business? " I asked him.
" My business? " he repeated, pausing. "Ah! Yes. I
will explain my business, by your leave."
" Do you wish to come in? "
"Yes," he replied; "I wish to come in, Master."
I had asked him the question inhospitably enough, for I
resented the sort of bright and gratified recognition that
still shone in his face. I resented it, because it seemed to
imply that he expected me to respond to it. But, I took
him into the room 1 had just left, and, having set the lamp
on the table, asked him as civilly as I could to explain
himself.
He looked about him with the strangest air — an air of
wondering pleasure, as if he had some part in the things
he admired — and he pulled off a rough outer coat, and his
hat Then, I saw that his head was furrowed and bald,
and that the long iron-grey hair grew only on its sides.
But, 1 saw nothing that in the least explained him. On
the contrary, I saw him next moment, once more 'holding
out both his hands to me.
" What do you mean? " said I, half suspecting him to be
mad.
He stopped in his looking at me, and slowly rubbed his
right hand over his head. " It's disappointing to a man,"
he said, in a coarse broken voice, "arter having looked
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for'ard so distant, and come so fur; but you're not to
blame for that — neither on us is to blame for that. I'll
speak in half a minute. Give me half a minute, please."
He sat down on a chair that stood before the fire, and
covered his forehead with his large brown veinous hands. I
looked at him attentively then, and recoiled a little from
him; but I did not know him.
"There's no one nigh," said he, looking over his shoul-
der; "is there?"
" Why do you, a stranger coming into my rooms at this
time of the night, ask that question? " said I.
"You're a game one," he returned, shaking his head at
me with a deliberate affection, at once most unintelligible
and most exasperating; "I'm glad you've grow'd up, a
game one! But don't catch hold of me. You'd be sorry
arterwards to have done it."
I relinquished the intention he had detected, for I knew
him ! Even yet I could not recall a single feature, but I
knew him ! If the wind and the rain had driven away the
intervening years, had scattered all the intervening objects,
had swept us to the church-yard where we first stood face
to face on such different levels, I could not have known my
convict more distinctly than I knew him now, as he sat in
the chair before the fire. No need to take a file from his
pocket and show it to me; no need to take the handker-
chief from his neck and twist it round his head; no need
to hug himself with both his arms, and take a shivering
turn across the room, looking back at me for recognition.
I knew him before he gave me one of those aids, though, a
moment before, I had not been conscious of remotely sus-
pecting his identity.
He came back to where I stood, and again held out both
his hands. Not knowing what to do — for, in my astonish-
ment I had lost my self-possession — I reluctantly gave him
my hands. He grasped them heartily, raised them to his
lips, kissed them, and still held them.
"You acted nobly, my boy," said he. "Noble Pip!
And I have never forgot it ! "
At a change in his manner as if he were even going to
embrace me, I laid a hand upon his breast and put him
away.
" Stay ! " said I. " Keep off ! If you are grateful to me
for what I did when I was a little child, I hope you have
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shown your gratitude by mending your way of life. If you
have come here to thank me, it was not necessary. Still,
however, you have found me out, there must be something
good in the feeMng that has brought you here, and I will
not repulse you; but surely you must understand — I —
My attention was so attracted by the singularity of his
fixed look at me, that the words died away on my tongue.
" You was a saying," he observed, when we had con-
fronted one another in silence, " that surely I must under-
stand. What, surely must I understand? "
"That I cannot wish to renew that chance intercourse
with you of long ago, under these different circumstances.
I am glad to believe you have repented and recovered your-
self. I am glad to tell you so. I am glad that, thinking
I deserve to be thanked, you have come to thank me. But
our ways are different ways, none the less. You are wet,
and you look weary. Will you drink something before
you go? "
He had replaced his neckerchief loosely, and had stood,
keenly observant of me, biting a long end of it. " I think,"
he answered, still with the end at his mouth and still ob-
servant of me, " that I will drink (I thank you) afore I go."
There was a tray ready on a side-table. I brought it to
the table near the fire, and asked him what he would have?
He touched one of the bottles without lopking at it or
speaking, and I made him some hot rum-and- water. I
tried to keep my hand steady while I did so, but his look
at me as he leaned back in his chair with the long draggled
end of his neckerchief between his teeth — evidently for-
gotten— made my hand very difficult to master. When at
last I put the glass to him, I saw with amazement that
his eyes were full of tears.
Up to this time I had remained standing, not to disguise
that I wished him gone. But I was softened by the soft-
ened aspect of the man, and felt a touch of reproach. " I
hope," said I, hurriedly putting something into a glass for
myself, and drawing a chair to the table, " that you will
not think I spoke harshly to you just now. I had no in-
tention of doing it, and I am sorry for it if I did. I wish
you well, and happy ! "
As I put my glass to my lips, he glanced with surprise at
the end of his neckerchief, dropping from his mouth when
he opened it, and stretched out his hand. I gave him
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mine, and then he drank, and drew his sleeve across his
eyes and forehead.
" How are you living ? " I asked him.
"I've been a sheep-farmer, stock-breeder, other trades
besides, away in the new world," said he: "many a thou-
sand mile of stormy water off from this."
" I hope you have done well? "
"I've done wonderful well. There's others went out
alonger me as has done well too, but no man has done nigh
as well as me. I'm famous for it."
"I am glad 'to hear it."
"I hope to hear you say so, my dear boy."
Without stopping to try to understand those words or
the tone in which they were spoken, I turned off to a point
that had just come into my mind.
"Have you ever seen a messenger you once sent to me,"
I inquired, " since he undertook that trust? "
"Never set eyes upon him. I warn't likely to it."
" He came faithfully, and brought me the two one-pound
notes. I was a poor boy then, as you know, and to a poor
boy they were a little fortune. But, like you, I have done
well since, and you must let me pay them back. You can
put them to some other poor boy's use." I took out my
purse.
He watched me as I laid my purse upon the table and
opened it, and he watched me as I separated two one-
pound notes from its contents. They were clean and new,
and I spread them out and handed them over to him. Still
watching me, he laid them one upon the other, folded them
long- wise, gave them a twist, set fire to them at the lamp,
and dropped the ashes into the tray.
"May I make so bold," he said then, with a smile that
was like a frown, and with a frown that was like a smile,
"as ask you how you have done well, since you and me
was out on them lone shivering marshes? "
" How ? "
"Ah!"
He emptied his glass, got up, and stood at the side of
the fire, with his heavy brown hand on the mantel-shelf.
He put a foot up to the bars, to dry and warm it, and the
wet boot began to steam; but, he neither looked at it, nor
at the fire, but steadily looked at me. It was only now
that I began to tremble.
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When my lips had parted, and had shaped some words
that were without sound, I forced myself to tell him
(though I could not do it distinctly), that I had been
chosen to succeed to some property.
" Might a mere warmint ask what property? " said he.
I faltered, "I don't know."
" Might a mere warmint ask whose property? " said he.
I faltered again, "I don't know."
"Could I make a guess, I wonder," said the Convict,
" at your income since you come of age ! As to the first
figure, now. Five? "
With my heart beating like a heavy hammer of disor-
dered action, I rose out of my chair, and stood with my
hand upon the back of it, looking wildly at him.
"Concerning a guardian," he went on. "There ought to
have been some guardian or such-like, whiles you was a
minor. Some lawyer, maybe. As to the first letter of that
lawyer's name, now. Would it be J? "
All the truth of my position came flashing on me; and
its disappointments, dangers, disgraces, consequences of all
kinds, rushed in in such a multitude that I was borne down
by them and had to struggle for every breath I drew. " Put
it," he resumed, "as the employer of that lawyer whose
name begun with a J, and might be Jaggers — put it as he
had come over sea to Portsmouth, and had landed there,
and had wanted to come on to you. ' However, you have
found me out,' you says just now. Well! however did I
find you out ? Why, I wrote from Portsmouth to a person
in London, for particulars of your address. That person's
name? Why, Wemmick."
I could not have spoken one word, though it had been
to save my life. I stood, with a hand on the chair-back and
a hand on my breast, where I seemed to be suffocating — I
stood so, looking wildly at him, until I grasped at the
chair, when the room began to surge and turn. He caught
me, drew me to the sofa, put me up against the cushions,
and bent on one knee before me : bringing the face that I
now well remembered, and that I shuddered at, very near
to mine.
"Yes, Pip, dear boy, I've made a gentleman on you!
It's me wot has done it! I swore that time, sure as ever I
earned a guinea, that guinea should go to you. I swore
arterwards, sure as ever I spec'lated and got rich, you
I
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should get rich. I lived rough, that you should live
smooth; I worked hard that you should be above work.
What odds, dear boy? Do I tell it fur you to feel a obliga-
tion? Not a bit. I tell it, fur you to know as that there
hunted dunghill dog wot you kep life in, got his head so
high that he could make a gentleman — and, Pip, you're
him!"
The abhorrence in which I held the man, the dread I
had of him, the repugnance with which I shrank from him,
could not have been exceeded if he had been some terrible
beast.
" Look'ee here, Pip. I'm your second father. You're
my son — more to me nor any son. I've put away money,
only for you to spend. When I was a hired-out shepherd
in a solitary hut, not seeing no faces but faces of sheep till
I half forgot wot men's and women's faces wos like, I see
yourn. I drops my knife many a time in that hut when I
was a eating my dinner or my supper, and I says, ' Here's
the boy again, a looking at me whiles I eats and drinks ! '
I see you there a many times as plain as ever I see you on
them misty marshes. ' Lord strike me dead ! ' I says each
time — and I goes out in the open air to say it under the
open heavens — 'but wot, if I gets liberty and money, I'll
make that boy a gentleman ! ' And I done it. Why, look
at you, dear boy ! Look at these here lodgings of yourn,
fit for a lord! A lord? Ah! You shall show money with
lords for wagers, and beat 'em ! "
In his heat and triumph, and in his knowledge that I
had been nearly fainting, he did not remark on my recep-
tion of all this. It was the one grain of relief I had.
" Look'ee here ! " he went on, taking my watch out of
my pocket and turning towards him a ring on my finger,
while I recoiled from his touch as if he had been a snake,
" a gold 'un and a beauty : that's a gentleman's, I hope !
A diamond all set round with rubies; that's a gentleman's,
I hope! Look at your linen; fine and beautiful! Look at
your clothes; better ain't to be got! And your books too,"
turning his eyes round the room, " mounting up, on their
shelves, by hundreds ! And you read 'em; don't you? I
see you'd been a reading of 'em when I come in. Ha, ha,
ha! You shall read 'em to me, dear boy ! And if they're
in foreign languages wot I don't understand, I shall be
just as proud as if I did."
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Again he took both my hands and put them to his lips,
while my blood ran cold within me.
"Don't you mind talking, Pip," said he, after again
drawing his sleeve over his eyes and forehead, as the click
came in his throat which I well remembered — and he was
all the more horrible to me that he was so much in earnest;
"you can't do better nor keep quiet, dear boy. You ain't
looked slowly forward to this as I have; you wosn't pre-
pared for this, as I wos. But didn't you never think it
might be me? "
"O no, no, no," I returned. "Never, never!"
" Well, you see it wos me, and single-handed. Never a
soul in it but my own self and Mr. Jaggers."
"Was there no one else? " I asked.
"No," said he, with a glance of surprise: "who else
should there be? And, dear boy, how good-looking you
have growed! There's bright eyes somewheres — eh?
Isn't there bright eyes somewheres, wot you love the
thoughts on ? "
0 Estella, Estella!
" They shall be yourn, dear boy, if money can buy 'em.
Not that a gentleman like you, so well set up as you, can't
win 'em off of his own game; but money shall back you!
Let me finish wot I was a telling you, dear boy. From
that there hut and that there hiring-out, I gotx money left
me by my master (which died, and had been the same as
me), and got my liberty and went for myself. In every
single thing I went for, I went for you. ' Lord strike a
blight upon it,' I says, wotever it was I went for, 'if it
ain't for him!' It all prospered wonderfuL As I give
you to understand just now, I'm famous for it. It was
the money left me, and the gains of the first few year, wot
I sent home to Mr. Jaggers — all for you — when he first
come arter you, agreeable to my letter."
O, that he had never come ! That he had left me at the
forge — far from contented, yet, by comparison, happy !
" And then, dear boy, it was a recompense to me, look'ee
here, to know in secret that I was making a gentleman.
The blood horses of them colonists might fling up the dust
over me as I was walking ; what do I say? I says to my-
self, ' I'm making a better gentleman nor ever you'll be! '
When one of 'em says to another, ' He was a convict, a few
years ago, and is a ignorant common fellow now, for all
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he's lucky,' what do I say? I says to myself, ' If I ain't
a gentleman, nor yet ain't got no learning, I'm the owner
of such. All on you owns stock and land; which on you
owns a brought-up London gentleman? ' This way I kept
myself a going. And this way I held steady afore my
mind that I would for certain come one day and see my
boy, and make myself known to him, on his own ground."
He laid his hand on my shoulder. I shuddered at the
thought that for anything I knew, his hand might be
stained with blood.
" It warn't easy, Pip, for me to leave them parts, nor
yet it warn't safe. But I held to it, and the harder it was,
the stronger I held, for I was determined, and my mind
firm made up. At last I done it. Dear boy, I done it ! "
I tried to collect my thoughts, but I was stunned.
Throughout, I had seemed to myself to attend more to the
wind and the rain than to him; even now, I could not sep-
arate his voice from those voices, though those were loud
and his was silent.
" Where will you put me? " he asked, presently. " I
must be put somewheres, dear boy."
"To sleep?" said I.
"Yes. And to sleep long and sound," he answered; "for
I've been sea-tossed and sea- washed, months and months."
"My friend and companion," said I, rising from the
sofa, "is absent; you must have his room."
" He won't come back to-morrow; will he? "
"No," said . I, answering almost mechanically, in spite
of my utmost efforts; "not to-morrow."
"Because look'ee here, dear boy," he said, dropping his
voice, and laying a long finger on my breast in an impres-
sive manner, "caution is necessary."
" How do you mean? Caution? "
«By G— , it's Death!"
" What's death? "
" I was sent for life. It's death to come back. There's
been overmuch coming back of late years, and I should of
a certainty be hanged if took."
Nothing was needed but this; the wretched man, after
loading me with his wretched gold and silver chains for
years, had risked his life to come to me, and I held it there
in my keeping ! If I had loved him instead of abhorring
him; if I had been attracted to him by the strongest ad-
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miration and affection, instead of shrinking from him with
the strongest repugnance; it could have been no worse.
On the contrary, it would have been better, for his preser-
vation would then have naturally and tenderly addressed
my heart.
My first care was to close the shutters, so that no light
might be seen from without, and then to close and make
fast the doors. While I did so, he stood at the table drink-
ing rum and eating biscuit; and when I saw him thus en-
gaged, I saw my convict on the marshes at his meal again.
It almost seemed to me as if he must stoop down pres-
ently, to file at his leg.
When I had gone into Herbert's room, and shut off any
other communication between it and the staircase than
through the room in which our conversation had been held,
I asked him if he would go to bed? He said yes, but asked
me for some of my " gentleman's linen " to put on in the
morning. I brought it out, and laid it ready for him, and
my blood again ran cold when he again took me by both
hands to give me good night.
I got away from him, without knowing how I did it, and
mended the fire in the room where we had been together,
and sat down by it, afraid to go to bed. For an hour or
more, I remained too stunned to think; and it was not
until I began to think, that I began fully to know how
wrecked I was, and how the ship in which I had sailed was
gone to pieces.
Miss Havisham's intentions towards me, all a mere
dream; Estella not designed for me; I only suffered in
Satis House as a convenience, a sting for the greedy rela-
tions, a model with a mechanical heart to practise on when
no other practice was at hand; those were the first smarts
I had. But, sharpest and deepest pain of all — it was for
the convict, guilty of I knew not what crimes, and liable
to be taken out of those rooms where I sat thinking, and
hanged at the Old Bailey door, that I had deserted Joe.
I would not have gone back to Joe now, I would not
have gone back to Biddy now, for any consideration : sim-
ply, I suppose, because my sense of my own worthless con-
duct to them was greater than every consideration. No
wisdom on earth could have given me the comfort that I
should have derived from their simplicity and fidelity; but
I could never, never, never, undo what I had done.
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In every rage of wind and rush of rain, I heard pursuers.
Twice, I could have sworn there was a knocking and whis-
pering at the outer door. With these fears upon me, I be-
gan either to imagine or recall that I had had mysterious
warnings of this man's approach. That, for weeks gone
by, I had passed faces in the streets which I had thought
like his. That, these likenesses had grown more numer-
ous, as he, coming over the sea, had drawn nearer. That,
his wicked spirit had somehow sent these messengers to
mine, and that now on this stormy night he was as good as
his word, and with me.
Crowding up with these reflections came the reflection
that I had seen him with my childish eyes to be a desper-
ately violent man; that I had heard that other convict re-
iterate that he had tried to murder him; that I had seen
him down in the ditch, tearing and fighting like a wild
beast. Out of such remembrances I brought into the light
of the fire, a half- formed terror that it might not be safe to
be shut up there with him in the dead of the wild solitary
night. This dilated until it filled the room, and impelled
me to take a candle and go in and look at my dreadful
burden.
He had rolled a handkerchief round his head, and his
face was set and lowering in his sleep. But he was asleep,
and quietly too, though he had a pistol lying on the pillow.
Assured of this, I softly removed the key to the outside of
his door, and turned it on him before I again sat down by
the fire. Gradually I slipped from the chair and lay on
the floor. When I awoke without having parted in my
sleep with the perception of my wretchedness, the clocks of
the Eastward churches were striking five, the candles were
wasted out, the fire was dead, and the wind and rain in-
tensified the thick black darkness.
THIS IS THE END OF THE SECOND STAGE OF PIP'S EXPECTA-
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CHAPTER XL.
IT was fortunate for me that I had to take precautions to
ensure (so far as I could) the safety of my dreaded visitor;
for, this thought pressing on me when I awoke, held other
thoughts in a confused concourse at a distance.
The impossibility of keeping him concealed in the cham-
bers was self-evident. It could not be done, and the at-
tempt to do it would inevitably engender suspicion. True,
I had no Avenger .in my service now, but I was looked
after by an inflammatory old female, assisted by an ani-
mated rag-bag whom she called her niece; and to keep a
room secret from them would be to invite curiosity and ex-
aggeration. They both had weak eyes, which I had long
attributed to their chronically looking in at keyholes, and
they were always at hand when not wanted, indeed that
was their only reliable quality besides larceny. Not to get
up a mystery with these people, I resolved to announce in
the morning that my uncle had unexpectedly come from
the country.
This course I decided on while I was yet groping about
in the darkness for the means of getting a light. Not
stumbling on the means after all, I was fain to go out to
the adjacent Lodge and get the watchman there to come
with his lantern. Now, in groping my way down the black
staircase I fell over something, and that something was a
man crouching in a corner.
As the man made no answer when I asked him what he
did there, but eluded my touch in silence, I ran to the
Lodge and urged the watchman to come quickly: telling
hkn of the incident on the way back. The wind being as
fierce as ever, we did not care to endanger the light in the
lantern by rekindling the extinguished lamps on the stair-
case, but we examined the staircase from the bottom to the
top and found no one there. It then occurred to me as pos-
sible that the man might have slipped into my rooms; so,
lighting my candle at the wachman's, and leaving him
standing at the door, I examined them carefully, includ-
ing the room in which my dreaded guest lay asleep. All
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was quiet, and assuredly no other man was in those cham-
bers.
It troubled me that there should have been a lurker on
the stairs, on that night of all nights in the year, and I
asked the watchman, on the chance of eliciting some hope-
ful explanation as I handed him a dram at the door,
whether he had admitted at his gate any gentleman who
had perceptibly been dining out? Yes, he said; at differ-
ent times of the night, three. One lived in Fountain
Court, and the other two lived in the Lane, and he had
seen them all go home. Again, the only other man who
dwelt in the house of which my chambers formed a part,
had been in the country for some weeks; and he certainly
had not returned in the night, because we had seen his door
with his seal on it as we came upstairs.
"The night being so bad, sir," said the watchman, as
he gave me back my glass, " uncommon few have come in
at my gate. Besides them three gentlemen that I have
named, I don't call to mind another since about eleven
o'clock, when a stranger asked for you."
" My uncle, " I muttered. " Yes. "
" You saw him, sir? "
"Yes. Oh yes."
" Likewise the person with him? "
" Person with him? " I repeated.
"I judged the person to be with him," returned the
watchman. "The person stopped, when he stopped to
make inquiry of me, and the person took this way when he
took this way."
"What sort of person? "
The watchman had not particularly noticed; he should
say a working person; to the best of his belief, he had a
dust-coloured kind of clothes on, under a dark coat. The
watchman made more light of the matter than I did, and
naturally; not having my reason for attaching weight to it.
When I had got rid of him, which I thought it well to
do without prolonging explanations, my mind was much
troubled by these two circumstances taken together.
Whereas they were easy of innocent solution apart — as, for
instance, some diner-out or diner-at-home, who had not
gone near this watchman's gate, might have strayed to my
staircase and dropped asleep there — and my nameless vis-
itor might have brought some one with him to show him
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the way — still, joined, they had an ugly look to one as
prone to distrust and fear as the changes of a few hours
had made me.
I lighted my fire, which burnt with a raw pale flare at
that time of the morning, and fell into a doze before it. I
seemed to have been dozing a whole night when the clock
struck six. As there was full an hour and a half between
me and daylight, I dozed again; now, waking up uneasily,
with prolix conversations about nothing, in my ears; now,
making thunder of the wind in the chimney; at length,
falling off into a profound sleep from which the daylight
woke me with a start.
All this time I had never been able to consider my own
situation, nor could I do so yet. I had not the power to
attend to it. I was greatly dejected and distressed, but in
an incoherent wholesale sort of way. As to forming any
plan for the future, I could as soon have formed an ele-
phant. When I opened the shutters and looked out at the
wet wild morning, all of a leaden hue; when I walked
from room to room; when I sat down again shivering, be-
fore the fire, waiting for my laundress to appear; I
thought how miserable I was, but hardly knew why, or
how long I had been so, or 011 what day of the week I
made the reflection, or even who I was that made it.
At last the old woman and the niece came in — the latter
with a head not easily distinguishable from her dusty
broom — and testified surprise at sight of me and the fire.
To whom I imparted how my uncle had come in the night
and was then asleep, and how the breakfast preparations
were to be modified accordingly. Then, I washed and
dressed while they knocked the furniture about and made
a dust; and so, in a sort of dream or sleep- waking, I found
myself sitting by the fire again, waiting for — Him — to
come to breakfast.
By-and-bye, his door opened and he came out. I could
not bring myself to bear the sight of him, and I thought he
had a worse look by daylight.
"I do not even know," said I, speaking low as he took
his seat at the table, " by what name to call you. I have
given out that you are my uncle."
"That's it, dear boy! Call me uncle."
" You assumed some name, I suppose, on board ship? "
"Yes, dear boy. I took the name of Provis."
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" Do you mean to keep that name? "
"Why, yes, dear boy, it's as good as another — unless
you'd like another."
" What is your real name? " I asked him in a whisper.
"Magwitch," he answered, in the same tone; "chrisen'd
Abel."
" What were you brought up to be? "
"A warmint, dear boy."
He answered quite seriously, and used the word as if it
denoted some profession.
" When you came into the Temple last night — " said I,
pausing to wonder whether that could really have been last
night, which seemed so long ago.
"Yes, dear boy?"
" When you came in at the gate and asked the watchman
the way here, had you any one with you? "
" With me? No, dear boy."
" But there was some one there? "
"I didn't take particular notice," he said, dubiously,
"not knowing the ways of the place. But I think there
was a person, too, come in alonger me."
" Are you known in London ? "
" I hope not ! " said he, giving his neck a jerk with his
forefinger that made me turn hot and sick.
" Were you known in London, once? "
"Not over and above, dear boy. I was in the provinces
mostly."
" Were you — tried — in London? n
" Which time ? " said he, with a sharp look.
"The last time."
He nodded. " First knowed Mr. Jaggers that way.
Jaggers was for me."
It was on my lips to ask him what he was tried for, but
he took up a knife, gave it a flourish, and with the words,
" And what I done is worked out and paid for ! " fell to at
his breakfast.
He ate in a ravenous way that was very disagreeable, and
all his actions were uncouth, noisy, and greedy. Some of
his teeth had failed him since I saw him eat on the
marshes, and as he turned his food in his mouth, and
turned his head sideways to bring his strongest fangs to
bear upon it, he looked terribly like a hungry old dog
If I had begun with any appetite, he would have taken
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it away, and I should haW sat much as I did — repelled
from him by an insurmountable aversion, and gloomily
looking at the cloth.
"I'm a heavy grubber, dear boy," he said, as a polite
kind of apology when he had made an end of his meal,
" but I always was. If it had been in my constitution to
be a lighter grubber I might ha' got into lighter trouble.
Similarly I must have my smoke. When I was first hired
out as a shepherd t'other side the world, it's my belief I
should ha' turned into a molloncolly-mad sheep myself, if
I hadn't a had my smoke."
As he said so he got up from table, and putting his hand
into the breast of the pea-coat he wore, brought out a short
black pipe, and a handful of loose tobacco of the kind that
is called negro-head. Having filled his pipe, he put the
surplus tobacco back again, as if his pocket were a drawer.
Then, he took a live coal from the fire with the tongs, and
lighted his pipe at it, and then turned round on the hearth-
rug with Ws back to the fire, and went through his fa-
fur of holding out both his hands for mine.
'.' Aunderstp ' said he, dandling my hands up and down in
hisya*s he puffed at his pipe; "and this is the gentleman
what I made ! The real genuine One ! It does me good
fur to look at you, Pip. All I stip'late, is, to stand by and
look at you, dear boy ! "
I released my hands as soon as I could, and found that
I was beginning slowly to settle down to the contemplation
of my condition. What I was chained to, and how heavily,
became intelligible to me, as I heard his hoarse voice, and
sat looking up at his furrowed bald head with its iron grey
hair at the sides.
"I mustn't see my gentleman a footing it in the mire of
the streets; there mustn't be no mud on his boots. My
gentleman must have horses, Pip! Horses to ride, and
horses to drive, and horses for his servant to ride and drive
as well. Shall colonists have their horses (and blood-'uns,
if you please, good Lord!) and not my London gentleman?
No, no. We'll show 'em another pair of shoes than that,
Pip ; won't us? "
He took out of his pocket a great thick pocket-book,
bursting with papers, and tossed it on the table.
"There's something worth spending in that there book,
dear boy. It's yourn. All I've got ain't mine; it's yourn
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Don't you be afeered on it. There's more where that
come from. I've come to the old country fur to see my
gentleman spend his money like a gentleman. That'll be
my pleasure. My pleasure 'ull be fur to see him do it.
And blast you all ! " he wound up, looking round the room
and snapping his fingers once with a loud snap, " blast you
every one, from the judge in his wig, to the colonist a stir-
ring up the dust, I'll show a better gentleman than the
whole kit on you put together ! "
" Stop ! " said I, almost in a frenzy of fear and dislike,
" I want to speak to you. I want to know what is to be
done. I want to know how you are to be kept out of dan-
ger, how long you are going to stay, what projects you
have."
"Look'ee here, Pip," said he, laying his hand on my
arm in a suddenly altered and subdued manner; "first of
all, look'ee here. I forgot myself half a minute ago.
What I said was low; that's what it was; low. Look'ee
here, Pip Look over it. I ain't a going to be low,"
"First," I resumed, half-groaning, "wh°x thinlu .t
can be taken against your being recognised a
"No, dear boy," he said, in the same tone nd btcore,
"that don't go first. Lowness goes first. I ain't took so
many year to make a gentleman, not without knowing
what's due to him. Look'ee here, Pip. I was low; that's
what I was; low Look over it, dear boy."
Some sense of the grimly-ludicrous moved me to a fret-
ful laugh, as I replied, "I have looked over it. In
Heaven's name, don't harp upon it! "
"Yes, but look'ee here," he persisted "Dear boy, I
ain't come so fur, not fur to be low Now, go on, dear boy.
You was a saying
" How are you to be guarded from the danger you have
incurred? "
" Well, dear boy, the danger ain't so great Without I
was informed agen, the danger ain't so much to signify.
There's Jaggers, and there's Wemmick, and there's you.
Who else is there to inform? "
" Is there no chance person who might identify you in
the street? " said I.
"Well," he returned, "there ain't many. Nor yet I
don't intend to advertise myself in the newspapers by the
name of A. M. come back from Botany Bay; and years
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have rolled away and who's/to gain by it? Still, look'ee
here, Pip. If the danger had been fifty times as great,
I should ha' come to see you, mind you, just the same."
" And how long do you remain? "
" How long? " said he, taking his black pipe from his
mouth, and dropping his jaw as he stared at me. " I'm
not a going back. I've come for good."
" Where are you to live ? " said I. " What is to be done
with you? Where will you be safe? "
"Dear boy," he returned, "there's disguising wigs can
be bought for money, and there's hair powder, and spec-
tacles, and black clothes — shorts and what not. Others
has done it safe afore, and what others has done afore,
others can do agen. As to the where and how of living,
dear boy, give me your own opinions on it."
" You take it smoothly now," said I, " but you were very
serious last night, when you swore it was Death."
"And so I swear it is Death," said he, putting his pipe
back in his mouth, " and Death by the rope, in the open
street not fur from this, and it's serious that you should
fully understand it to be so. What then, when that's once
done? Here I am. To go back now, 'ud be as bad as to
stand ground — worse. Besides, Pip, I'm here, because
I've meant it by you, years and years. As to what I dare,
I'm a old bird now, as has dared all manner of traps since
first he was fledged, and I'm not afeerd to perch upon a
scarecrow. If there's Death hid inside of it, there is, and
let him come out, and I'll face him, and then I'll believe
in him and not afore. And now let me have a look at my
gentleman agen."
Once more he took me by both hands and surveyed me
with an air of admiring proprietorship, smoking with great
complacency all the while.
It appeared to me that I could do no better than secure
him some quiet lodging hard by, of which he might take
possession when Herbert returned: whom I expected in
two or three days. That the secret must be confided to
Herbert as a matter of unavoidable necessity, even if I
could have put the immense relief I should derive from
sharing it with him out of the question, was plain to me.
But it was by no means so plain to Mr. Provis (I resolved
to call him by that name), who reserved his consent to Her-
bert's participation until he should have seen him and
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formed a favourable judgment of his physiognomy. "And
even then, dear boy," said he, pulling a greasy little
clasped black Testament out of his pocket, "we'll have
him on his oath."
To state that my terrible patron carried this little black
book about the world solely to swear people on in cases of
emergency, would be to state what I never quite estab-
lished— but this I can say, that I never knew him put it to
any other use. The book itself had the appearance of hav-
ing been stolen from some court of justice, and perhaps his
knowledge of its antecedents, combined with his own ex-
perience in that wise, gave him a reliance on its powers as
a sort of legal spell or charm. On this first occasion of his
producing it, I recalled how he had made me swear fidelity
in the churchyard long ago, and how he had described him-
self last night as always swearing to his resolutions in his
solitude
As he was at present dressed in a seafaring slop suit, in
which he looked as if he had some parrots and cigars to
dispose of, I next discussed with him what dress he should
wear He cherished an extraordinary belief in the virtues
of "shorts" as a disguise, and had in his own mind
sketched a dress for himself that would have made him
something between a dean and a dentist It was with con-
siderable difficulty that I won him over to the assumption
of a dress more like a prosperous farmer's; and we ar-
ranged that he should cut his hair close, and wear a little
powder. Lastly, as he had not yet been seen by the laun-
dress or her niece, he was to keep himself out of their view
until his change of dress was made.
It would seem a simple matter to decide on these pre-
cautions; but in my dazed, not to say distracted, state, it
took so long, that I did not get out to further them until
two or three in the afternoon. He was to remain shut up
in the chambers while I was gone, and was on no account
to open the door.
There being to my knowledge a respectable lodging-house
in Essex-street, the back of which looked into the Temple,
and was almost within hail of my windows, I first of all
repaired to that house, and was so fortunate as to secure
the second floor for my uncle, Mr. Provis. I then went
from shop to shop, making such purchases as were neces-
sary to the change in his appearance. This business trans-
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acted, I turned my face, on my own account, to Little
Britain. Mr. Jaggers was at his desk, but, seeing me
enter, got up immediately and stood before his fire.
"Now, Pip," said he, "be careful."
(CI will, sir," I returned. For, coming along I had
thought well of what I was going to say.
"Don't commit yourself," said Mr. Jaggers, "and don'fc
commit any one. You understand — any one. Don't tell
me anything: I don't want to know anything: I am not
curious."
Of course I saw that he knew the man was come.
"I merely want, Mr. Jaggers," said I, "to assure my-
self what I have been told, is true. I have no hope of its
being untrue, but at least I may verify it."
Mr. Jaggers nodded. " But did you say ' told ' or ' in-
formed ' ? " he asked me, with his head on one side, and
not looking at me, but looking in a listening way at the
floor. " Told would seem to imply verbal communication.
You can't have verbal communication with a man in New
South Wales, you know."
"I will say, informed, Mr. Jaggers."
"Good."
" I have been informed by a person named Abel Mag-
witch, that he is the benefactor so long unknown to me."
"That is the man," said Mr. Jaggers, " — in New South
Wales."
" And only he? " said I.
"And only he," said Mr. Jaggers.
"I am not so unreasonable, sir, as to think you at all re-
sponsible for my mistakes and wrong conclusions; but I al-
ways supposed it was Miss Havisham."
"As you say, Pip," returned Mr. Jaggers,, turning his
eyes upon me coolly, and taking a bite at his forefinger, " I
am not at all responsible for that."
" And yet it looked so like it, sir, " I pleaded with a
downcast heart.
"Not a particle of evidence, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers,
shaking his head and gathering up his skirts. "Take
nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There's
no better rule."
"I have no more to say," said I, with a sigh, after
standing silent for a little while. " I have verified my in
formation, and there's an end."
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"And Magwitch — in New South Wale? — having at last
disclosed himself," said Mr. Jaggers, "you will compre-
hend, Pip, how rigidly throughout my communication with
you, I have always adhered to the strict line of fact.
There has never been the least departure from the strict
line of fact. Yon are quite aware of that? "
"Quite, sir."
" I communicated to Magwitch — in New South Wales —
when he first wrote to me — from New South Wales — the
caution that he must not expect me ever to deviate from
the strict line of fact. I also communicated to him an-
other caution. He appeared to me to have obscurely hinted
in his letter at some distant idea of seeing you in England
here. I cautioned him that I must hear no more of that;
that he was not at all likely to obtain a pardon; that he
was expatriated for the term of his natural life; and that
his presenting himself in this country would be an act of
felony, rendering him liable to the extreme penalty of the
law. I gave Magwitch that caution," said Mr. Jaggers,
looking hard at me; " I wrote it to New South Wales. He
guided himself by it, no doubt."
"No doubt," said I.
"I have been informed by Wemmick," pursued Mr.
Jaggers, still looking hard at me, " that he has received a
letter, under date Portsmouth, from a colonist of the name
of Purvis, or —
"Or Pro vis," I suggested.
"Or Provis. — thank you, Pip. Perhaps it is Provis?
Perhaps you know it's Provis? "
"Yes," said I.
"You know it's_Eiovis. A letter, under date Ports-
mouth, from a colonist of the name of Provis, asking for
the particulars of your address, on behalf of Magwitch.
Wemmick sent him the particulars, I understand, by re-
turn of post. Proba.bly it is through Provis that you have
received the explanation of Magwitch — in New South
Wales? "
"It came through Provis," I replied.
"Good day, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, offering his hand ;
" glad to have seen you. In writing by post to Magwitch
— in New South Wales — or in communicating with him
through Provis, have the goodness to mention that the par-
ticulars and vouchers of our long account shall be sent to
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you, together with the balance; for there is still a balance
remaining. Good day, Pip ! "
We shook hands, and he looked hard at me as long as
he could see me. I turned at the door, and he was still
looking hard at me, while the two vile casts on the shelf
seemed to be trying to get their eyelids open, and to force
out of their swollen throats, " 0, what a man he is ! "
Wemmick was out, and though he had been at his desk
he could have done nothing for me. I went straight back
to the Temple, where I found the terrible Provis drinking
rum-and-water, and smoking negro-head, in safety.
Next day the clothes I had ordered all came home, and
he put them on. Whatever he put on, became him less (it
dismally seemed to me) than what he had worn before.
To my thinking there was something in him that made it
hopeless to attempt to disguise him. The more I dressed
him, and the better I dressed him, the more he looked like
the slouching fugitive on the marshes. This effect on my
anxious fancy was partly referable, no doubt, to his old
face and manner growing more familiar to me : birt I be-
lieved too that he dragged one of his legs as if there were
still a weight of iron on it, and that from head to foot
there was Convict in the very grain of the man.
The influences of his solitary hut-life were upon him be-
sides, and gave him a savage air that no dress could tame ;
added to these were the influences of his subsequent
branded life among men, and, crowning all, his conscious-
ness that he was dodging and hiding now. In all his ways
of sitting and standing, and eating and drinking — of brood-
ing about, in a high-shouldered reluctant style — of taking
out his great horn-handled jack-knife and wiping it on his
legs and cutting his food — of lifting light glasses and cups
to his lips, as if they were clumsy pannikins — of chopping
a wedge off his bread, and soaking up with it the last frag-
ments of gravy round and round his plate, as if to make the
most of an allowance, and then drying his fingers on it,
and then swallowing it — in these ways and a thousand
other small nameless instances arising every minute in the
day, there was Prisoner, Felon, Bondsman, plain as plain
could be.
It had been his own idea to wear that touch of powder,
and I conceded the powder after overcoming the shorts.
But I can compare the effect of it, when on, to nothing but
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the probable effect of rouge upon the dead; so awful was
the manner in which everything in him that it was most
desirable to repress, started through that thin layer of pre-
tence, and seemed to come blazing out at the crown of his
head. It was abandoned as soon as tried, and he wore his
grizzled hair cut short.
Words cannot tell what a sense I had, at the same time,
of the dreadful mystery that he was to me. When he fell
asleep of an evening, with his knotted hands clutching the
sides of the easy-chair, and his bald head tattooed with
deep wrinkles falling forward on his breast, I would sit
and look at him, wondering what he had done, and loading
him with all the crimes in the Calendar, until the impulse
was powerful on me to start up and fly from him. Every
hour so increased my abhorrence of him, that I even think
I might have yielded to this impulse in the first agonies of
being so haunted, notwithstanding all he had done for me
and the risk he ran, but for the knowledge that Herbert
must soon come back. Once, I actually did start out of
bed in the night, and begin to dress myself in my worst
clothes, hurriedly intending to leave him there with every-
thing else I possessed, and enlist for India, as a private
soldier.
I doubt if a ghost could have been more terrible to me,
up in those lonely rooms in the long evenings and long
nights, with the wind and the rain always rushing by. A
ghost could not have been taken and hanged on my ac-
count, and the consideration that he could be, and the
dread that he would be, were no small addition to my hor-
rors. When he was not asleep, or playing a complicated
kind of Patience with a ragged pack of cards of his own —
a game that I never saw before or since, and in which he
recorded his winnings by sticking his jack-knife into the
table — when he was not engaged in either of these pur-
suits, he would ask me to read to him — " Foreign language,
dear boy ! " While I complied, he, not comprehending a
single word, would stand before the fire surveying me with
the air of an Exhibitor, and I would see him, between the
fingers of the hand with which I shaded my face, appeal-
ing in dumb show to the furniture to take notice of my
proficiency. The imaginary student pursued by the mis-
shapen creature he had impiously made, was not more
wretched than I, pursued by the creature who had made
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me, and recoiling from him wJth a stronger repulsion, the
more he admired me and the fonder he was of me.
This is written of, I am sensible, as if it had lasted a
year. It lasted about five days. Expecting Herbert all
the time, I dared not go out, except when I took Provis for
an airing after dark. At length, one evening when dinner
was over and I had dropped into a slumber quite worn out
— for my nights had been agitated and my rest broken by
fearful dreams — I was roused by the welcome footstep on
the staircase. Provis, who had been asleep too, staggered
up at the noise I made, and in an instant I saw his jack-
knife shining in his hand.
"Quiet! It's Herbert!" I said; and Herbert came
bursting in, with the airy freshness of six hundred miles
of France upon him.
" Handel, my dear fellow, how are you, and again how
are you, and again how are you? I seem to have been
gone a twelvemonth ! Why, so I must have been, for you
have grown quite thin and pale ! Handel, my Halloa !
I beg your pardon."
He was stopped in his running on and in his shaking
hands with me, by seeing Provis. Provis, regarding him
with a fixed attention, was slowly putting up his jack-
knife, and groping in another pocket for something else.
"Herbert, my dear friend," said I, shutting the double
doors, while Herbert stood staring and wondering, " some-
thing very strange has happened. This is — a visitor of
mine."
" It's all right, dear boy ! " said Provis, coming forward,
with his little clasped black book, and then addressing
himself to Herbert. " Take it in your right hand. Lord
strike you dead on the spot, if ever you split in any way
sumever. Kiss it ! "
" Do so, as he wishes it, " I said to Herbert. So Her-
bert, looking at me with a friendly uneasiness and amaze-
ment, complied, and Provis immediately shaking hands
with him, said, "Now, you're on your oath, you know.
And never believe me on mine, if Pip shan't make a gen-
tleman on you 1 "
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CHAPTER XLI.
IN vain should I attempt to describe the astonishment
and disquiet of Herbert, when he and I and Provis sat
down before the fire, and I recounted the whole of the
secret. Enough that I saw my own feelings reflected in
Herbert's face, and, not least among them, my repugnance
towards the man who had done so much for me.
What would alone have set a division between that man
and us, if there had been no other dividing circumstance,
was his triumph in my story. Saving his troublesome
sense of having been "low " on one occasion since his re-
turn— on which point he began to hold forth to Herbert,
the moment my revelation was finished — he had no percep-
tion of the possibility of my finding any fault with my
good fortune. His boast that he had made me a gentle-
man, and that he had come to see me support the character
on his ample resources, was made for me quite as much as
for himself. And that it was a highly agreeable boast to
both of us, and that we must both be very proud of it, was
a conclusion quite established in his own mind.
"Though, look'ee here, Pip's comrade," he said to Her-
bert, after having discoursed for some time, " I know very
well that once since I come back — for half a minute — I've
been low. I said to Pip, I knowed as I had been low. But
don't you fret yourself on that score. I ain't made Pip a
gentleman, and Pip ain't a going to make you a gentleman,
not fur me not to know what's due to ye both. Dear boy,
and Pip's comrade, you two may count upon me always
having a genteel muzzle on. Muzzled I have been since
that half a minute when I was betrayed into lowness, muz-
zled I am at the present time, muzzled I ever will be."
Herbert said " Certainly," but looked as if there were no
specific consolation in this, and remained perplexed and
dismayed. We were anxious for the time when he would
go to his lodging, and leave us together, but he was evi-
dently jealous of leaving us together, and sat late. It was
midnight before I took him round to Essex-street, and saw
him safely in at his own dark door. When it closed upon
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Mm, I experienced the first moment of relief I had known
since the night of his arrival.
Never quite free from an uneasy remembrance of the
man on the stairs, I had always looked about me in taking
my guest out after dark, and in bringing him back; and I
looked about me now. Difficult as it is in a large city to
avoid the suspicion of being watched when the mind is con-
scious of danger in that regard, I could not persuade my-
self that any of the people within sight cared about my
movements. The few who were passing, passed on their
several ways, and the street was empty when I turned back
into the Temple. Nobody had come out at the gate with
us, nobody went in at the gate with me. As I crossed by
the fountain, I saw his lighted back windows looking
bright and quiet, and, when I stood for a few minutes in
the doorway of the building where I lived, before going up
the stairs, Garden-court was as still and lifeless as the
staircase was when I ascended it.
Herbert received me with open arms, and I had never
felt before so blessedly, what it is to have a friend. When
he had spoken some sound words of sympathy and encour-
agement, we sat down to consider the question, What was
to be done?
The chair that Provis had occupied still remaining where
it had stood — for he had a barrack way with him of hang-
ing about one spot, in one unsettled manner, and going
through one round of observances with his pipe and his
negro-head and his jack-knife and his pack of cards, and
what not, as if it were all put down for him on a slate — I
say, his chair remaining where it had stood, Herbert un-
consciously took it, but next moment started out of it,
pushed it away, and took another. He had no occasion
to say, after that, that he had conceived an aversion for my
patron, neither had I occasion to confess my own. We in-
terchanged that confidence without shaping a syllable.
"What," said I to Herbert, when he was safe in another
chair, " what is to be done? "
"My poor dear Handel," he replied, holding his head,
"I am too stunned to think."
" So was 1, Herbert, when the blow first fell. Still,
something must be done. He is intent upon various new
expenses — horses, and carriages, and lavish appearances of
all kinds. He must be stopped somehow."
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" You mean that you can't accept "
" How can I? " I interposed, as Herbert paused. " Think
of him ! Look at him ! "
An involuntary shudder passed over both of us.
" Yet I am afraid the dreadful truth is, Herbert, that he
is attached to me, strongly attached to me. Was there
ever such a fate ! "
"My poor dear Handel," Herbert repeated.
"Then," said I, "after all, stopping short here, never
taking another penny from him, think what I owe him al-
ready ! Then again : I am heavily in debt — very heavily
for me, who have now no expectations — and I have been
bred to no calling, and I am fit for nothing."
" Well, well, well! " Herbert remonstrated. "Don't say
fit for nothing."
" What am I fit for? I know only one thing that I am
fit for, and that is, to go for a soldier. And I might have
gone, my dear Herbert, but for the prospect of taking
counsel with your friendship and affection."
Of course I broke down there; and of course Herbert,
beyond seizing a warm grip of my hand, pretended not to
know it.
" Anyhow, my dear Handel," said he presently, " soldier-
ing won't do. If you were to renounce this patronage and
these favours, I suppose you would do so with some faint
hope of one day repaying what you have already had. Not
very strong, that hope, if you went soldiering. Besides,
it's absurd. You would be infinitely better in Clarriker's
house, small as it is. I am working up towards a partner-
ship, you know."
Poor fellow ! He little suspected with whose money.
"But there is another question," said Herbert. "This
is an ignorant determined man, who has long had one
fixed idea. More than that, he seems to me (I may mis-
judge him) to be a man of a desperate and fierce character."
"I know he is," I returned. "Let me tell you what
evidence I have seen of it." And I told him what I had
not mentioned in my narrative; of that encounter with the
other convict.
"See, then," said Herbert; "think of this! He comes
here at the peril of his life, for the realisation of his fixed
idea. In the moment of realisation, after all his toil and
waiting, you cut the ground from under his feet, destroy
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his idea, and make his gains worthless to him. Do you see
nothing that he might do under the disappointment? "
" I have seen it, Herbert, and dreamed of it ever since
the fatal night of his arrival. Nothing has been in my
thoughts so distinctly as his putting himself in the way of
being taken."
"Then you may rely upon it," said Herbert, "that there
would be great danger of his doing it. That is his power
over you as long as he remains in England, and that would
be his reckless course if you forsook him."
I was so struck by the horror of this idea, which had
weighed upon me from the first, and the working out of
which would make me regard myself, in some sort, as his
murderer, that I could not rest in my chair, but began
pacing to and fro. I said to Herbert, meanwhile, that
even if Provis were recognised and taken, in spite of him-
self, I should be wretched as the cause, however inno-
cently. Yes ; even though I was so wretched in having
him at large and near me, and even though I would far
rather have worked at the forge all the days of my life
than I would ever have come to this !
But there was no raving off the question, What was to
be done?
" The first and the main thing to be done," said Herbert,
" is_to_gej^him .out Lof England^ You will have to go with
him, and then he may be induced to go."
"But get him where I will, could I prevent his coming
back? "
" My good Handel, is it not obvious that with Newgate
in the next street, there must be far greater hazard in your
breaking your mind to him and making him reckless, here,
than elsewhere. If a pretext to get him away could be
made out of that other convict, or out of anything else in
his life, now."
" There again ! " said I, stopping before Herbert, with
my open hands held out, as if they contained the despera-
tion of the case. " I know nothing of his life. It has al-
most made me mad to sit here of a night and see him before
me, so bound up with my fortunes and misfortunes, and
yet so unknown to me, except as the miserable wretch who
terrified me two days in my childhood ! "
Herbert got up, and linked his arm in mine, and we
slowly walked to and fro together, studying the carpet.
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" Handel, " said Herbert, stopping, " you feel convinced
that you can take no further benefits from him; do you? "
" Fully. Surely you would, too, if you were in my
place? "
"And you feel convinced that you must break with
him!"
" Herbert, can you ask me? "
" And you have, and are bound to have, that tenderness
for the life he has risked on your account, that you must
save him, if possible, from throwing it away. Then you
must get him out of England before you stir a finger to ex-
tricate yourself. That done, extricate yourself, in Heaven's
name, and we'll see it out together, dear old boy."
It was a comfort to shake hands upon it, and walk up
and down again, with only that done.
"Now, Herbert," said I, "with reference to gaining
some knowledge of his history. There is but one way that
I know of. I must ask him point-blank."
" Yes. Ask him," said Herbert, " when we sit at break-
fast in the morning." For, he had said, on taking leave
of Herbert, that he would come to breakfast with us.
With this project formed, we went to bed. I had the
wildest dreams concerning him, and woke unrefreshed; I
woke, too, to recover the fear which I had lost in the
night, of his being found out as a returned transport.
Waking, I never lost that fear.
He came round at the appointed time, took out his jack-
knife, and sat . down to his meal. He was full of plans
"for his gentleman's coming out strong, and like a gentle-
man," and urged me to begin speedily upon the pocket-
book, which he had left in my possession. He considered
the chambers and his own lodging as temporary residences,
and advised me to look out at once for a " fashionable crib "
near Hyde Park, in which he could have "a shake-down."
When he had made an end of his breakfast, and was wip-
ing his knife on his leg, I said to him, without a word of
preface :
" After you were gone last night, I told my friend of the
struggle that the soldiers found you engaged in on the
marshes, when we came up. You remember? "
" Remember ! " said he. "I think so ! "
"We want to know something about that man — and
about you. It is strange to know no more about either,
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and particularly you, than I was able to tell last night. Is
not this as good a time as another for our knowing more? "
" Well ! " he said, after consideration. " You're on your
oath, you know, Pip's comrade? "
" Assuredly," replied Herbert.
" As to anything I say, you know," he insisted. " The
oath applies to all."
"I understand it to do so."
" And look'ee here ! Wotever I done, is worked out and
paid for," he insisted again.
"So be it."
He took out his black pipe and was going to fill it with
negro-head, when, looking at the tangle of tobacco in his
hand, he seemed to think it might perplex the thread of
his narrative. He put it back again, stuck his pipe in a
buttonhole of his coat, spread a hand on each knee, and,
after turning an angry eye on the fire for a few silent mo-
ments, looked around at us and said what follows.
CHAPTER XLI1.
"DEAR boy and Pip's comrade. I am not a going fur
to tell you my life, like a song or a story-book. But to
give it you short and handy, I'll put it at once into a
mouthful of English. In jail and out of jail, in jail and
out of jail, in jail and out of ^ail. There, you've got it.
That's my life pretty much, down to such times as I got
shipped off, arter Pip stood my friend.
"I've been done everything to, pretty well — except
hanged. I've been locked up, as much as a silver tea-ket-
tle. I've been carted here and carted there, and put out of
this town and put out of that town, and stuck in the stocks,
and whipped and worried and drove. I've no more notion
where I was born, than you have — if so much. I first be-
came aware of myself, down in Essex, a thieving turnips
for my living. Summun had run away from me — a man —
a tinker — and he'd took the fire with him, and left me
wery cold.
" I know'd my name to be Magwitch, chrisen'd Abel.
How did I know it? Much as I know'd the birds' names
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in the hedges to be chaffinch, sparrer, thrush. I might
have thought it was all lies together, only as the birds'
names come out true, I supposed mine did.
" So fur as I could find, there warn't a soul that see
young Abel Magwitch, with as little on him as in him, but
wot caught fright at him, and either drove him off, or took
him up. • I was took up, took up, took up, to that extent
that I reg'larly grow'd up took up.
" This is the way it was, that when I was a ragged little
creetur as much to be pitied as ever I see (not that I looked
in the glass, for there warn't many insides of furnished
houses known to me), I got the name of being hardened.
' This is a terrible hardened one,' they says to prison wisi-
tors, picking out me. ' May be said to live in jails, this
boy.' Then they looked at me, and I looked at them, and
they measured my head, some on 'em — they had better a
measured my stomach — and others on 'em giv me tracts
what I couldn't read, and made me speeches what I
couldn't unnerstand. They always went on agen me about
the Devil. But what the devil was I to do? I must put
something into my stomach, mustn't I? — Howsomever,
I'm a getting low, and I know what's due. Dear boy and
Pip's comrade, don't you be afeered of me being low.
" Tramping, begging, thieving, working sometimes when
I could — though that warn't as often as you may think,
till you put the question whether you would ha' been over-
ready to give me work yourselves — a bit of a poacher, a
bit of a labourer, a bit of a waggoner, a bit of a haymaker,
a bit of a hawker, a bit of jnost things that don't pay and
lead to trouble, I got to be a man. A deserting soldier
in a Traveller's Rest, what lay hid up to the chin under
a lot of taturs, learnt me to read; and a travelling Giant
what signed his name at a penny a time learnt me to write.
I warn't locked up as often now as formerly, but I wore
out my good share of key-metal still.
" At Epsom races, a matter of over twenty year ago, I
got acquainted wi' a man whose skull I'd crack wi' this
poker, like the claw of a lobster, if I'd got it on this hob.
His right name was Compeyson; and that's the man, dear
boy, what you see me a pounding in the ditch, according
to what you truly told your comrade arter I was gone last
night.
" He set up fur a gentleman, this Compeyson, and he'd
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been to a public boarding-school and had learning He
was a smooth one to talk, and was a dab at the ways of
gentlefolks. He was good-looking too. It was the night
afore the great race, when I found him on the heath, in a
booth that I know'd on. Him and some more was a sit-
ting among the tables when I went in, and the landlord
(which had a knowledge of me, and was a sporting one)
called him out, and said, ' I think this is a man that might
suit you ' — meaning I was.
" Compeyson, he looks at me very noticing, and I look
at him. He has a watch and a chain and a ring and a
breast-pin and a handsome suit of clothes.
" ' To judge from appearances, you're out of luck/ says
Compeyson to me.
" ' Yes, master, and I've never been in it much.' (I had
come out of Kingston Jail last on a vagrancy committal.
Not but what it might have been for something else; but
it warn't.)
"'Luck changes,' says Compeyson, 'perhaps yours is
going to change.'
"I says, ' I hope it may be so. There's room.'
" ' What can you do? ' says Compeyson.
" ' Eat and drink,' I says; ' if you'll find the materials.'
" Compeyson laughed, looked at me again very noticing,
giv me five shillings, and appointed me for next night.
Same place.
" I went to Compeyson next night, same place, and Com-
peyson took me on to be his man and pardner. And what
was Compey son's business in which we was to go pardners?
Compey son's business was the swindling, handwriting forg-
ing, stolen bank-note passing, and such-like. All sorts of
traps as Compeyson could set with his head, and keep
his own legs out of and get the profits from and let another
man in for, was Compeyson's business. He'd no more
heart than a iron file, he was as cold as death, and he had
the head of the Devil afore mentioned.
" There was another in with Compeyson, as was called
Arthur — not as being so chrisen'd, but as a surname. He
was in a Decline, and was a shadow to look at. Him and
Compeyson had been in a bad thing with a rich lady some
years afore, and they'd made a pot of money by it; but
Compeyson betted and gamed, and he'd have run through
the king's taxes. So, Arthur was a dying and a dying
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poor and with the horrors on him, and Compey son's wife
(which Compeyson kicked mostly) was a having pity on
him when she could, and Compeyson was a having pity on
nothing and nobody.
" I might a took warning by Arthur, but I didn't; and I
won't pretend I was partick'ler — for where 'ud be the good
on it, dear boy and comrade? So I begun wi' Compeyson,
and a poor tool I was in his hands. Arthur lived at the
top of Compeyson' s house (over nigh Brentford it was),
and Compeyson kept a careful account agen him for board
and lodging, in case he should ever get better to work it
out. But Arthur soon settled the account. The second or
third time as ever I see him, he come a tearing down into
Compeyson's parlour late at night, in only a flannel gown,
with his hair all in a sweat, and he says to Compeyson's
wife, ' Sally, she really is upstairs alonger me, now, and I
can't get rid of her. She's all in white,' he says, ' wi '
white flowers in her hair, and she's awful mad, and she's
got a shroud hanging over her arm, and she says she'll put
it on me at five in the morning.'
" Says Compeyson : ' Why, you fool, don't you know
she's got a living body? And how should she be up there,
without coming through the door, or in at the window, and
up the stairs? '
" ' I don't know how she's there,' says Arthur, shivering
dreadful with the horrors, ' but she's standing in the corner
at the foot of the bed, awful mad. And over where her
heart's broke — you broke it! — there's drops of blood.'
" Compeyson spoke hardy, but he was always a coward.
' Go up alonger this drivelling sick man, ' he says to his
wife, ' and, Magwitch, lend her a hand, will you? ' But
he never come nigh himself.
"Compeyson's wife and me took him up to bed agen,
and he raved most dreadful. ' Why look at her ! ' he cries
out. ' She's a shaking the shroud at me! Don't you see
her? Look at her eyes! Ain't it awful to see her so
mad? ' Next, he cries, ' She'll put it on me, and then I'm
done for ! Take it away from her, take it away ! ' And
then he catched hold of us, and kep on a talking to her,
and answering of her, till I half-believed I see her myself.
" Compeyson's wife, being used to him, give him some
liquor to get the horrors off, and by-and-bye he quieted.
' Oh, she's gone ! Has her keeper been for her ? ' he says.
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' Yes,' says Compeyson's wife. ' Did you tell him to lock
and bar her in ? ' ' Yes.' 'And to take that ugly thing
away from her? ' * Yes, yes, all right.' ' You're a good
creetur,' he says, 'don't leave me, whatever you do, and
thank you ! '
" He rested pretty quiet till it might want a few minutes
of five, and then he starts up with a scream, and screams
out, ' Here she is ! She's got the shroud again. She's un-
folding it. She's coming out of the corner. She's coming
to the bed. Hold me, both on you — one of each side —
don't let her touch me with it. Hah ! She missed me that
time. Don't let her throw it over my shoulders. Don't
let her lift me up to get it round me. She's lifting me up.
Keep me down ! ' Then he lifted himself up hard, and was
dead.
" Compeyson took it easy as a good riddance for both
sides. Him and me was soon busy, and first he swore me
(being ever artful) on my own book — this here little black
book, dear boy, what I swore your comrade on.
" Not to go into the things that Compeysou planned, and
I done — which 'ud take a week — I'll simply say to you,
dear boy, and Pip's comrade, that that man got me into
such nets as made me his black slave. I was always in debt
to him, always under his thumb, always a working, always
a getting into danger. He was younger than me, but he'd
got craft, and he'd got learning, and he overmatched me
five hundred times told and no mercy. My Missis as I had
the hard time wi' Stop though! I ain't brought her
in "
He looked about him in a confused way, as if he had lost
his place in the book of his remembrance; and he turned
his face to the fire, and spread his hands broader on his
knees, and lifted them off and put them on again.
"There ain't no need to go into it," he said, looking
round once more. "The time wi' Compeyson was a' most
as hard a time as ever I had; that said, all's said. Did I
tell you as I was tried, alone, for misdemeanour, while
with Compeyson? "
I answered, No.
" Well ! " he said, " I was, and got convicted. As to
took up on suspicion, that was twice or three times in the
four or five year that it lasted; but evidence was wanting.
At last, me and Compeyson was both committed for felony
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— on a charge of putting stolen notes in circulation — and
there was other charges behind. Compeyson says to me,
'Separate defences, no communication,' and that was all.
And I was so miserable poor, that I sold all the clothes I
had, except what hung on my back, afore I could get Jag-
gers.
" When we was put in the dock, I noticed first of all
what a gentleman Compeyson looked, wi' his curly hair
and his black clothes and his white pocket-handkercher,
and what a common sort of a wretch I looked. When the
prosecution opened and the evidence was put short, afore-
hand, I noticed how heavy it all bore on me, and how
light on him. When the evidence was giv in the box, I
noticed how it was always me that had come for'ard, and
could be swore to, how it was always me that the money
had been paid to, how it was always me that had seemed
to work the thing and get the profit. But, when the de-
fence come on, then I see the plan plainer; for, says the
counsellor for Compeyson, ' My lord and gentlemen, here
you has afore you, side by side, two persons as your eyes
can separate wide ; one, the younger, well brought up, who
will be spoke to as such; one, the elder, ill brought up,
who will be spoke to as such; one, the younger, seldom if
ever seen in these here transactions, and only suspected;
t'other, the elder, always seen in 'em and always wi' his
guilt brought home. Can you doubt, if there is but one in
it, which is the one, and if there is two in it, which is
much the worst one? ' And such-like. And when it come
to character, warn't it Compeyson as had been to school,
and warn't it his schoolfellows as was in this position and
in that, and warn't it him as had been know'd by witnesses
in such clubs and societies, and nowt to his disadvantage?
And warn't it me as had been tried afore, and as had been
know'd up hill and down dale in Bridewells and Lock- Tips?
And when it comes to speech- making, warn't it Compey-
son as could speak to 'em wi' his face dropping every now
and then into his white pocket-handkercher — ah ! and wi'
verses in his speech, too — and warn't it me as could only
say, ' Gentlemen, this man at my side is a most precious
rascal'? And when the verdict come, warn't it Compey-
son as was recommended to mercy on account of good char-
acter and bad company, and giving up all the information
he could agen me, and warn't it me as got never a word
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but Guilty? And when I says to Compeyson, ' Once out of
this court, I'll smash that face of yourn ! ' ain't it Compey-
son as prays the Judge to be protected, and gets two turn-
keys stood betwixt us? And when we're sentenced, ain't
it him as gets seven year, and me fourteen, and ain't it
him as the Judge is sorry for, because he might a done so
well, and ain't it me as the Judge perceives to be a old
offender of wiolent passion, likely to come to worse? "
He had worked himself into a state of great excitement,
but he checked it, took two or three short breaths, swal-
lowed as often, and stretching out his hand towards me,
said, in a reassuring manner, "I ain't a going to be low,
dear boy ! "
He had so heated himself that he took out his handker-
chief and wiped his face and head and neck and hands, be-
fore he could go on.
" I had said to Compeyson that I'd smash that face of
his, and I swore Lord smash mine ! to do it. We was in
the same priso/n-ship, but I couldn't get at him for long,
though I tried. At last I come behind him and hit him on
the cheek to turn him round and get a smashing one at him,
when '1 was seen and seized. The black-hole of that ship
warjj't a strong one, to a judge of black-holes that could
swim and dive. I escaped to the shore, and I was a hiding
a^mong the graves there, envying them as was in 'em and
Jail over, when I first see my boy ! "
He regarded me with a look of affection that made him
almost abhorrent to me again, though I had felt great pity
for him.
"By my boy, I was giv to understand as Compeyson was
out on them marshes too. Upon my soul, I half believe
he escaped in his terror, to get quit of me, not knowing it
was me as had got ashore. I hunted him down. I smashed
his face. 'And now,' says I, 'as the worse thing I can do,
caring nothing for myself, I'll drag you back.' And I'd
have swum off, towing him by the hair, if it had come to
that, and I'd a got him aboard without the soldiers.
"Of course he'd much the best of it to the last — his
character was so good. He had escaped when he was made
half -wild by me and my murderous intentions ; and his
punishment was light. I was put in irons, brought to trial
again, and sent for life. I didn't stop for life, dear boy
and Pip's comrade, being here."
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He wiped himself again, as he had done before, and then
slowly took his tangle of tobacco from his pocket, and
plucked his pipe from his buttonhole, and slowly filled it,
and began to smoke.
" Is he dead? " I asked after a silence.
" Is who dead, dear boy? "
"Compeyson."
"He hopes 1 am, if he's alive, you may be sure," with a
fierce look. "I never heard no more of him."
Herbert had been writing with his pencil in the cover
of a book. He softly pushed the book over to me, as
Pro vis stood- smoking with his eyes on the fire, and 1 read
hvit:
"Young Havisham's name was Arthur. Compeys6n is
the man who professed to 'be Miss HavishaflTs lover . *
I shut the book and nodded slightly to Herbert, and put
the book by; but we neither of us said anything, and both
looked at Provis as he stood smoking by the fire.
CHAPTER XLIII.
J.'i ! i .••• "iHIl '
WHY should I pause to ask how much of my shrinking
from Provis might be traced to Estella? Why should I
loiter on my road, to compare the state of mind in which I
had tried to rid myself of the stain of the prison before
meeting her at the coach-office, with the state of mind in
which I now reflected on the abyss between Estella in her
pride and beauty, and the returned transport whom I har-
boured? The road would be none the smoother for it, the
end would be none the better for it; he would not be
helped, nor I extenuated.
A new fear had been engendered in my mind by his nar-
rative ; or rather, his narrative had given form and purpose
to the fear that was already there. If Compeyson were
alive and should discover his return, I could hardly doubt
the consequence. That Compeyson stood in mortal fear of
him, neither of the two could know much better than I;
and that any such man as that man had been described to
be, would hesitate to release himself for good from a dreaded
enemy by the safe means of becoming an informer, was
scarcely to be imagined.
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Never had I breathed, and never would I breathe — or so
I resolved — a word of Estella to Provis. But, I said to
Herbert that before I could go abroad, I must see both
Estella and Miss Havisham. This was when we were left
alone on the night of the day when Provis told us his story.
I resolved to go out to Richmond next day, and I went.
On my presenting myself at Mrs. Brandley's, Estella 's
maid was called to tell me that Estella had gone into the
country. Where? To Satis House, as usual. Not as
usual, I said, for she had never yet gone there without me;
when was she coming back? There was an air of reserva-
tion in the answer which increased my perplexity, and the
answer was that her maid believed she was only coming
back at all for a little while. I could make nothing of
this, except that it was meant that I should make nothing
of it, and I went home again in complete discomfiture.
Another night-consultation with Herbert after Provis
was gone home (I always took him home, and always
looked well about me), led us to the conclusion that nothing
should be said about going abroad until I came back from
Miss Havisham's. In the meantime Herbert and I were to
consider separately what it would be best to say; whether
we should devise any pretence of being afraid that he was
under suspicious observation; or whether I, who had never
yet been abroad, should propose an expedition. We both
knew that I had but to propose anything, and he would
consent. We agreed that his remaining many days in his
present hazard was not to be thought of.
Next day, I had the meanness to feign that I was under
a binding promise to go down to Joe; but I was capable of
almost any meanness towards Joe or his name. Provis was
to be strictly careful while I was gone, and Herbert was to
take the charge of him that I had taken. I was to be ab-
sent only one night, and, on my return, the gratification of
his impatience for my starting as a gentleman on a greater
scale, was to be begun. It occurred to me then, and as I
afterwards found to Herbert also, that he might be best
got away across the water, on that pretence — as, to make
purchases, or the like.
Having thus cleared the way for my expedition to Miss
Havisham's, I set off by the early morning coach before it
was yet light, and was out in the open country-road when
the day came creeping on, halting and whimpering and
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shivering, and wrapped in patches of cloud and rags of
mist, like a beggar. When we drove up to the Blue Boar
after a drizzly ride, whom should I see come out under the
gateway, toothpick in hand, to look at the coach, but Bent-
ley Drummle!
As he pretended not to see me, I pretended not to see
him. It was a very lame pretence on both sides; the
lamer, because we both went into the coffee-room, where
he had just finished his breakfast, and where I had ordered
mine. It was poisonous to me to see him in the town, for
I very well knew why he had come there.
Pretending to read a smeary newspaper long out of date,
which had nothing haK so legible in its local news, as the
foreign matter of coffee, pickles, fish-sauces, gravy, melted
butter, and wine, with which it was sprinkled all over, as
if it had taken the measles in a highly irregular form, I
sat at my table while he stood before the fire. By degrees
it became an enormous injury to me that he stood before
the fire. And I got up, determined to have my share of it.
I had to put my hands behind his legs for the poker when
I went to the fireplace to stir the fire, but still pretended
not to know him.
" Is this a cut? " said Mr. Drummle.
"Oh?" said I, poker in hand; "it's you, is it? How
do you do? I was wondering who it was, who kept the
fire off."
With that I poked tremendously, and having done so,
planted myself side by side with Mr. Drummle, my shoul-
ders squared, and my back to the fire.
" You have just come down? " said Mr. Drummle, edg-
ing me a little away with his shoulder.
" Yes," said I, edging him a little away with my shoul-
der.
"Beastly place," said Drummle — "Your part of the
country, I think? "
"Yes," I assented. "I am told it's very like your
Shropshire."
"Not in the least like it," said Drummle.
Here Mr. Drummle looked at his boots and I looked at
mine, and then Mr. Drummle looked at my boots and I
looked at his.
" Have you been here long? " I asked, determined not to
yield an inch of the fire.
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"Long enough to be tired of it," returned Drummle,
pretending to yawn, but equally determined.
" Do you stay here long? "
"Can't say," answered Mr. Drummle. "Do you? "
"Can't say," said I.
I felt here, through a tingling in my blood, that if Mr.
Drummle's shoulder had claimed another hair's breadth of
room, I should have jerked him into the window; equal-
ly, that if my shoulder had urged a similar claim, Mr.
Drummle would have jerked me into the nearest box. He
whistled a little. So did I.
" Large tract of marshes about here, I believe? " said
Drummle.
" Yes. What of that? " said I.
Mr. Drummle looked at me, and then at my boots, and
then said, " Oh ! " and laughed.
"Are you amused, Mr. Drummle?"
"No," said he, "not particularly. I am going out for a
ride in the saddle. I mean to explore those marshes for
amusement. Out-of-the-way villages there, they tell me.
Curious little public-houses — and smithies — and that.
Waiter ! "
"Yes, sir."
" Is that horse of mine ready? "
" Brought round to the door, sir."
" I say. Look here, you sir. The lady won't ride to-
day; the weather won't do."
" Very good, sir."
" And I don't dine, because I am going to dine at the
lady's."
" Very good, sir. "
Then, Drummle glanced at me, with an insolent tri-
umph on his great-jowled face that cut me to the heart,
dull as he was, and so exasperated me, that I felt inclined
to take him in my arms (as the robber in the story-book
is said to have taken the old lady) and seat him on the
fire.
One thing was manifest to both of us, and that was, that
until relief came, neither of us could relinquish the fire.
There we stood, well squared up before it, shoulder to
shoulder and foot to foot, with our hands behind us, not
budging an inch. The horse was visible outside in the
drizzle at the door, my breakfast was put on table,
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Drummle's was cleared away, the waiter invited me to
begin, I nodded, we both stood our ground.
" Have you been to the Grove since? " said Drummle.
"No," said I, "I had quite enough of the Finches the
last time I was there."
" Was that when we had the difference of opinion? "
" Yes," I replied, very shortly.
"Come, come! they let you off easily enough," sneered
Drummle. " You shouldn't have lost your temper."
"Mr. Drummle," said I, "you are not competent to give
advice on that subject. When I lose my temper (not that
I admit having done so on that occasion), I don't throw
glasses."
"I do," said Drummle.
After glancing at him once or twice, in an increased
state of smouldering ferocity, I said :
" Mr. Drummle, I did not seek this conversation, and I
don't think it's an agreeable one."
"I am sure it's not," said he, superciliously over his
shoulder, "I don't think anything about it."
"And therefore," I went on, "with your leave, I will
suggest that we hold no kind of communication in future."
"Quite my opinion," said Drummle, "and what I should
have suggested myself, or done — more likely — without
suggesting. But don't lose your temper. Haven't you
lost enough without that? "
" What do you mean, sir? "
" Waiter," said Drummle, by way of answering me.
The waiter reappeared.
" Look here, you sir. You quite understand that the
young lady don't ride to-day, and that I dine at the young
lady's? "
" Quite so, sir ! "
When the waiter had felt my fast cooling tea-pot with
the palm of his hand, and looked imploringly at me, and
had gone out, Drummle, careful not to move the shoulder
next me, took a cigar from his pocket and bit the end off,
but showed no sign of stirring. Choking and boiling as I
was, I felt that we could not go a word further, without
introducing Estella's name, which I could not endure to
hear him utter; and therefore I looked stonily at the oppo-
site wall, as if there were no one present, and forced my-
self to silence. How long we might have remained in this
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ridiculous position it is impossible to say, but for the incur-
sion of three thriving farmers — laid on by the waiter, I
think — who came into the coffee-room unbuttoning their
great-coats and rubbing their hands, and before whom, as
they charged at the fire, we were obliged to give way.
I saw him through the window, seizing his horse's mane,
and mounting in his blundering brutal manner, and sidling
and backing away. I thought he was gone, when he came
back, calling for a light for the cigar in his mouth, which
he had forgotten. A man in a dust-coloured dress ap-
peared with what was wanted — I could not have said from
where : whether from the inn yard, or the street, or where
not — and as Brummie leaned down from his saddle and
lighted his cigar and laughed, with a jerk of his head
towards the coffee-room windows, the slouching shoulders,
and ragged hair, of this man, whose back was towards me,
reminded me of Orlick.
Too heavily out of sorts to care much at the time whether
it were he or no, or after all to touch the breakfast, I
washed the weather and the journey from my face and
hands, and went out to the memorable old house that it
would have been so much the better for me never to have
entered, never to have seen.
CHAPTER XLIV.
IN the room where the dressing-table stood, and where
the wax candles burnt on the wall, I found Miss Havisham
and Estella; Miss Havisham seated on a settee near the
fire, and Estella on a cushion at her feet. Estella was
knitting, and Miss Havisham was looking on. They both
raised their eyes as I went in, and both saw an alteration
in me. I derived that from the look they interchanged.
"And what wind," said Miss Havisham, "blows you
here, Pip? "
Though she looked steadily at me, I saw that she was
rather confused. Estella, pausing a moment in her knit-
ting with her eyes upon me, and then going on, I fancied
that I read in the action of her fingers, as plainly as if she
had told me in the dumb alphabet, that she perceived I had
discovered my real benefactor,
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" Miss Havisham, " said I, " I went to Richmond yester-
day, to speak to Estella; and finding that some wind had
blown her here, I followed."
Miss Havisham motioning to me for the third or fourth
time to sit down, I took the chair by the dressing-table,
which I had often seen her occupy. With all that ruin at
my feet and about me, it seemed a natural place for me,
that day.
" What I had to say to Estella, Miss Havisham, I will
say before you, presently — in a few moments. It will not
surprise you, it will not displease you. I am as unhappy
as you can ever have meant me to be."
Miss Havisham continued to look steadily at me. I
could see in the action of Estella's fingers as they worked,
that she attended to what I said : but she did not look up.
" I have found out who my patron is. It is not a fortu-
nate discovery, and is not likely ever to enrich me in repu-
tation, station, fortune, anything. There are reasons why
I must say no more of that. It is not my secret, but an •
other's."
As I was silent for a while, looking at Estella and con-
sidering how to go on, Miss Havisham repeated, " It is not
your secret, but another's. Well? "
"When you first caused me to be brought here, Miss
Havisham; when I belonged to the village over yonder,
that I wish I had never left; I suppose I did really come
here, as any other chance boy might have come — as a kind
of servant, to gratify a want or a whim, and to be paid for
it?"
"Ay, Pip," replied Miss Havisham, steadily nodding
her head; "you did."
"And that Mr Jaggers "
"Mr. Jaggers," said Miss Havisham, taking me up in a
firm tone, " had nothing to do with it, and knew nothing of
it. His being my lawyer, and his being the lawyer of your
patron, is a coincidence. He holds the same relation
towards numbers of people, and it might easily arise. Be
that as it may, it did arise, and was not brought about by
any one."
Any one might have seen in her haggard face that there
was no suppression or evasion so far.
" But when I fell into the mistake I have so long re-
mained in, at least you led me on? " said I.
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"Yes," she returned, again nodding steadily, "I let you
go on."
" Was that kind? "
" Who am 1," cried Miss Havisham, striking her stick
upon the floor and flashing into wrath so suddenly that
Estella glanced up at her in surprise, " who am I, for God's
sake, that I should be kind? "
It was a weak complaint to have made, and I had not
meant to make it. I told her so, as she sat brooding over
this outburst.
" Well, well, well ! " she said. " What else? "
" I was liberally paid for my old attendance here," I said,
to soothe her, " in being apprenticed, and I have asked these
questions only for my own information. What follows has
another (and I hope more disinterested) purpose. In hu-
mouring my mistake, Miss Havisham, you punished — prac-
tised on — perhaps you will supply whatever term expresses
your intention, without offence — your self-seeking rela-
tions? "
" I did. Why, they would have it so ! So would you.
What has been my history, that I should be at the pains of
entreating either them or you not to have it so ! You made
your own snares, /never made them."
Waiting until she was quiet again — for this, too, flashed
out of her in a wild and sudden way — I went on.
" I have been thrown among one family of your relations,
Miss Havisham, and have been constantly among them
since I went to London. I know them to have been as
honestly under my delusion as I myself. And I should be
false and base if I did not tell you, whether it is acceptable
to you or no, and whether you are inclined to give credence
to it or no, that you deeply wrong both Mr. Matthew Pocket
and his son Herbert, if you suppose them to be otherwise
than generous, upright, open, and incapable of anything
designing or mean."
"They are your friends," said Miss Havisham.
"They made themselves my friends," said I, "when
they supposed me to have superseded them; and when
Sarah Pocket, J4iss.£reprgiana, and Mistress Camilla, were
noTfmy friends, I thinkf^
This contrasting of them with the rest seemed, I was
glad to see, to do them good with her. She looked at me
keenly for a little while, and then said quietly:
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" What do you want for them? "
"Only," said I, " that you would not confound them with
the others. They may be of the same blood, but, believe
me, they are not of the same nature."
Still looking at me keenly, Miss Havisham repeated :
" What do you want for them? "
"I am not so cunning, you see," I said in answer, con-
scious that I reddened a little, " as that I could hide from
you, even if I desired, that I do want something. Miss
Havisham, if you could spare the money to do my friend
Herbert a lasting service in life, but which from the nature
of the case must be done without his knowledge, I could
show you how."
"Why must it be done without his knowledge?" she
asked, settling her hands upon her stick, that she might
regard me the more attentively.
"Because," said I, "I began the service myself, more
than two years ago, without his knowledge, and I don't
want to be betrayed. Why I fail in my ability to finish it,
I cannot explain. It is a part of the secret which is an-
other person's and not mine."
She gradually withdrew her eyes from me, and turned
them on the fire. After watching it for what appeared in
the silence and by the light of the slowly wasting candles
to be a long time, she was roused by the collapse of some
of the red coals, and looked towards me again — at first,
vacantly — then, with a gradually concentrating attention.
All this time, Estella knitted on. When Miss Havisham
had fixed her attention on me, she said, speaking as if
there had been no lapse in our dialogue :
"What else?"
" Estella," said I, turning to her now, and trying to com-
mand my trembling voice, "you know I love you. You
know that I have loved you long and dearly."
She raised her eyes to my face, on being thus addressed,
and her fingers plied their work, and she looked at me with
an unmoved countenance. I saw that Miss Havisham
glanced from me to her, and from her to me.
" I should have said this sooner, but for my long mistake.
It induced me to hope that Miss Havisham meant us for
one another. While I thought you could not help yourself,
as it were, I refrained from saying it. But I must say it
now,"
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Preserving her unmoved countenance, and with her fin-
gers still going, Estella shook her head.
"I know," said I, in answer to that action; "I know.
I have no hope that I shall ever call you mine, Estella.
I am ignorant what may become of me very soon, how poor
I may be, or where I may go. Still, I love you. I have
loved you ever since I first saw you in this house."
Looking at me perfectly unmoved and with her fingers
busy, she shook her head again.
" It would have been cruel in Miss Havisham, horribly
cruel, to practise on the susceptibility of a poor boy, and to
torture me through all these years with a vain hope and an
idle pursuit, if she had reflected on the gravity of what she
did. But I think she did not. I think that in the endur-
ance of her own trial, she forgot mine, Estella."
I saw Miss Havisham put her hand to her heart and hold
it there, as she sat looking by turns at Estella and at me.
"It seems," said Estella, very calmly, "that there are
sentiments, fancies — I don't know how to call them — which
I am not able to comprehend. When you say you love me,
I know what you mean, as a form of word; but nothing
more. You address nothing in my breast, you touch-
nothing there. I don't care for what you say at all. I
have tried to warn you of "this; now, have I not? "
I said in a miserable manner, "Yes."
" Yes. But you would not be warned, for you thought
I did not mean it. Now, did you not think so? "
" I thought and hoped you could not mean it. You, so
young, untried, and beautiful, Estella! Surely it is not
in Nature." ^^-
"It is in my nature," she returned. And then she
added, with a stress upon the words, " It is in the nature
formed within me. I make a great difference between you
and all other people when I say so much. I can do no
more."
"Is it not true," said I, "that Bentley Drurnmle is in
town here, and pursuing you? "
"It is quite true," she replied, referring to him with the
indifference of utter contempt.
" That you encourage him, and ride out with him, and
that he dines with you this very day? "
She seemed a little surprised that I should know it, but
again replied, "Quite true."
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" You cannot love him, Estella? "
Her fingers stopped for the first time, as she retorted
rather angrily, "What have I told you? Do you still
think, in spite of it, that I do not mean what I say? "
" You would never marry him, Estella? "
She looked towards Miss Havisham, and considered for
a moment with her work in her hands. Then she said,
" Why not tell you the truth? I am going to be married
to him."
I dropped my face into my hands, but was able to con-
trol myself better than I could have expected, considering
what agony it gave me to hear her say those words. When
I raised my face again, there was such a ghastly look upon
Miss Havisham's, that it impressed me, even in my pas-
sionate hurry and grief.
" Estella, dearest, dearest Estella, do not let Miss Hav-
isham lead you into this fatal step. Put me aside for ever
— you have done so, I well know — but bestow yourself on
some worthier person than Drummle. Miss Havisham
gives you to him, as the greatest slight and injury that
could be done to the many far better men who admire you,
and to the few who truly love you. Among those few
there may be one who loves you even as dearly, though he
has not loved you as long, as I. Take him, and I can bear
it better for your sake ! "
My earnestness awoke a wonder in her that seemed as if
it would have been touched with compassion, if she could
have rendered me at all intelligible to her own mind.
"I am going," she said again, in a gentler voice, "to be
married to him. The preparations for my marriage are
making, and I shall be married soon. Why do you injuri-
ously introduce the name of my mother by adoption? It is
my own act."
" Your own act, Estella, to fling yourself away upon a
brute? "
"On whom should I fling myself away?" she retorted,
with a smile. " Should I fling myself away upon the man
who would the soonest feel (if people do feel such things)
that I took nothing to him? There ! It is done. I shall
do well enough, and so will my husband. As to leading
me into what you call this fatal step, Miss Havisham
would have had me wait, and not marry yet; but I am
tired of the life I have led, which has very few charms for
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me^ and I am willing enough to change it. Say no more.
We shall never understand each other."
•'6 Such a mean brute, such a stupid brute ! n I urged in
despair.
" Don't be afraid of my being a blessing to him," said
Estella; "I shall not be that. Come! Here is my hand
Do we part on this, you visionary boy or man? "
"O Estella! " I answered, as my bitter tears fell fast on
her hand, do what I would to restrain them; "even if I re-
mained in England and could hold my head up with the
rest, how could I see you Brummie' s wife? "
"Nonsense," she returned, "nonsense. This will pass
in no time."
"Never, Estella!"
" You will get me out of your thoughts in a week. "
" Out of my thoughts ! You are part of my existence,
part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever
read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose
poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in
every prospect I have ever seen since — on the river, on
the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the
light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the
sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of
every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become ac-
quainted with. The stones of which the strongest London
buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible
to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and in-
fluence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will
be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose
but remain part of my character, part of the little good in
me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate
you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to
that always, for you must have done me far more good
than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.
O God bless you, God forgive you ! "
In what ecstasy of unhappiness I got these broken words
out of myself, I don't know. The rhapsody welled up
within me, like blood from an inward wound, and gushed
out. I held her hand to my lips some lingering moments,
and so I left her. But ever afterwards, I remembered — and
soon afterwards with stronger reason — that while Estella
looked at me merely with incredulous wonder, the spec-
tral figure of Miss Havisham, her hand still covering her
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heart, seemed all resolved into a ghastly stare of pity and
remorse.
All done, all gone ! So much was done and gone, that
when I went out at the gate, the light of day seemed of a
darker colour than when I went in. For a while, I hid
myself among some lanes and bye-paths, and then struck
off to walk all the way to London. For, I had by that time
come to myself so far, as to consider that I could not go
back to the inn and see Drummle there; that I could not
bear to sit upon the coach and be spoken to; that I could
do nothing half so good for myself as tire myself out.
It was past midnight when I crossed London Bridge.
Pursuing the narrow intricacies of the streets -which at that
time tended westward near the Middlesex shore of the
river, my readiest access to the Temple was close by the
river-side, through Whitefriars. I was not expected till
to-morrow, but I had my keys, and, if Herbert were gone
to bed, could get to bed myself without disturbing him.
As it seldom happened that I came in at that Whitefriars
gate after the Temple was closed, and as I was very muddy
and weary, I did not take it ill that the night- porter exam-
ined me with much attention as he held the gate a little
way open for me to pass in. To help his memory I men-
tioned my name.
I was not quite sure, sir, but I thought so. Here's a
note, sir. The messenger that brought it, said would you
be so good as read it by my lantern? "
Much surprised by the request, I took the note. It was
directed to Philip Pip, Esquire, and on the top of the su-
perscription were the words, "JL LEASE BEAD THIS HERE."
I opened it, the watchman holding up his light, and read
inside, in Wemmick's writing:
"DON'T GO HOME."
CHAPTER XLV.
TURNING from the Temple gate as soon as I had read
the warning, I made the best of my way to Fleet-street, and
there got a late hackney chariot and drove to the Hum
mums in Covent Garden. In those times a bed was always
to be got there at any hour of the night, and the chamber-
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lain, letting me in at his ready wicket, lighted l:he candle
next in order on his shelf, and showed me straight into the
bedroom next in order on his list. It was a sort of vault
on the ground floor at the back, with a despotic monster
of a four-post bedstead in it, straddling over the whole
place, putting one of his arbitrary legs into the fireplace,
and another into the doorway, and squeezing the wretched
little washing-stand in quite a Divinely Righteous manner,
As I had asked for a night-light, the chamberlain had
brought me in, before he left me, the good old constitu-
tional rush-light of those virtuous days — an object like the
ghost of a walking-cane, which instantly broke its back if
it were touched, which nothing could ever be lighted at,
and which was placed in solitary confinement at the bottom"
of a high tin tower, perforated with round holes that made
a staringly wide-awake pattern on the walls. When I had
got into bed, and lay there, footsore, weary, and wretched,
I found that I could no more close my own eyes than I
could close the eyes of this foolish ^Argus. And thus, in
the gloom and death of night, we stared at one another.
What a doleful night! How anxious, how dismal, how
long! There was an inhospitable smell in the room, of
cold soot and hot dust; and, as I looked up into the corners
of the tester over my head, I thought what a number of
blue-bottle flies from the butcher's, and earwigs from the
market, and grubs from the country, must be holding on up
there, lying by for next summer. This led me to specu-
late Whether any of them ever tumbled down, and then I
fancied that I felt light falls on my face — a disagreeable
turn of thought, suggesting other and more objectionable
approaches up my back. When I had lain awake a little
while, those extraordinary voices with which silence teems,
began to make themselves audible. The closet whispered,
the fireplace sighed, the little washing-stand ticked, and
one guitar-string played occasionally in the chest of drawers.
At about the same time, the eyes on the wall acquired a
new expression, and in every one of those staring rounds I
saw written, DON'T GO HOME.
Whatever night- fancies and night-noises crowded on me,
they never warded off this DON'T GO HOME. It plaited it-
self into whatever I thought of, as a bodily pain would
have done. Not long before, I had read in the newspapers
how a gentleman unknown had come to the Hummums in
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the night, and had gone to bed, and had destroyed himself,
and had been found in the morning weltering in blood. It
came into my head that he must have occupied this very
vault of mine, and I got out of bed to assure myself that
there were no red marks about; then opened the door to
look out into the passages, and cheer myself with the com-
panionship of a distant light, near which I knew the cham-
berlain to be dozing. But all this time, why I was not to
go home, and what had happened at home, and when I
should go home, and whether Provis was safe at home,
were questions occupying my mind so busily, that one
might have supposed there could be no more room in it for
any other theme. Even when I thought of Estella, and
how we had parted that day for ever, and when I recalled
all the circumstances of our parting, and all her looks and
tones, and the action of her fingers while she knitted — even
then I was pursuing, here and there and everywhere, the
caution Don't go home. When at last I dozed, in sheer
exhaustion of mind and body, it became a vast shadowy
verb which I had to conjugate, Imperative mood, present
tense : Do not thou go home, let him not go home, let us
not go home, do not ye or you go home, let not them go
home. Then, potentially : I may not and I cannot go home;
and I might not, could not, would not, and should not go
home; until I felt that I was going distracted, and rolled
over on the pillow, and looked at the staring rounds upon
the wall again.
I had left directions that I was to be called at seven ; for
it was plain that I must see Wemmick before seeing any
one else, and equally plain that this was a case in which
his Walworth sentiments, only, could be taken. It was a
relief to get out of the room where the night had been so
miserable, and I needed no second knocking at the door to
startle me from my uneasy bed.
The Castle battlements arose upon my view at eight
o'clock. The little servant happening to be entering the
fortress with two hot rolls, I passed through the postern
and crossed the drawbridge, in her company, and so came
without announcement into the presence of Wemmick as
he was making tea for himself and the Aged. An open
door afforded a perspective view of the Aged in bed.
" Halloa, Mr. Pip ! " said Wemmick. " You did come
home, then? "
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"Yes," I returned; "but I didn't go home."
"That's all right," said he, rubbing his hands. "I left
a note for you at each of the Temple gates, on the chance.
Which gate did you come to ? "
I told him.
" I'll go round to the others in the course of the day and
destroy the notes," said Wemmick; "it's a good rule never
to leave documentary evidence if you can help it, because
you don't know when it may be put in. I'm going to
take a liberty with you — Would you mind toasting this
sausage for the Aged P.? "
I said I should be delighted to do it.
"Then you can go about your work, Mar^Anne," said
Wemmick to the little servant; " which leaves us to our-
selves, don't you see, Mr. Pip? " he added, winking, as she
disappeared.
I thanked him for his friendship and caution, and our
discourse proceeded in a low tone, while I toasted the
Aged's sausage and he buttered the crumb of the Aged's
roll.
"Now, Mr. Pip, you know," said Wemmick, "you and
I understand one another. We are in our private and per-
sonal capacities, and we have been engaged in a confiden-
tial transaction before to-day. Official sentiments are one
thing. We are extra official."
I cordially assented. I was so very nervous, that I had
already lighted the Aged's sausage like a torch, and been
obliged to blow it out.
"I accidentally heard, yesterday morning," said Wem-
mick, " being in a certain place where I once took you —
even between you and me, it's as well not to mention names
when avoidable — —"
" Much better not," said I. " I understand you."
" I heard there by chance, yesterday morning," said
Wemmick, " that a certain person not altogether of unco-
lonial pursuits, and not unpossessed of portable property —
I don't know who it may really be — we won't name this
person "
"Not necessary," said I.
" — had made some little stir in a certain part of the
world where a good many people go, not always in gratifi-
cation of their own inclinations, and not quite irrespective
of the government expense "
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In watching his face, I made quite a firework of the
Aged's sausage, and greatly discomposed both my own at-
tention and Wemmick's; for which I apologised.
" — by disappearing from such place, and being no more
heard of thereabouts. From which," said Wemmick, " con-
jectures had been raised and theories formed. I also heard
that you at your chambers in Garden-court, Temple, had
been watched, and might be watched again."
" By whom? J; said I.
"I wouldn't go into that," said Wemmick, evasively,
" it might clash with official responsibilities. I heard it,
as I have in my time heard other curious things in the same
place. I don't tell it you on information received. I heard
it."
He took the toasting-fork and sausage from me as he
spoke, and set forth the Aged's breakfast neatly on a little
tray. • Previous to placing it before him, he went into the
Aged's room with a clean white cloth, and tied the same
under the old gentleman's chin, and propped him up, and
put his nightcap on one side, and gave him quite a rakish
air. Then he placed his breakfast before him with great
care, and said, " All right, ain't you, Aged P.? " To which
the cheerful Aged replied, " All right, John, my boy, all
right ! " As there seemed to be a tacit understanding that
the Aged was not in a presentable state, and was therefore
to be considered invisible, I made a pretence of being in
complete ignorance of these proceedings
"This watching of me at my chambers (which I have
once had reason to suspect)," I said to Wemmick when he
came back, " is inseparable from the person to whom you
have adverted; is it? "
Wemmick looked very serious. " I couldn't undertake
to say that, of my own knowledge. I mean, I couldn't
undertake to say it was at first. But it either is, or it will
be, or it's in great danger of being."
As I saw that he was restrained by fealty to Little
Britain from saying as much as he could, and as I knew
with thankfulness to him how far out of his way he went
to say what he did, I could not press him. But I told him,
after a little meditation over the fire, that I would like to
ask him a question, subject to his answering or not answer
ing, as he deemed right, and sure that his course would be
right. He paused in his breakfast, and crossing his arms,
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and pinching his shirt-sleeves (his notion of indoor comfort
was to sit without any coat), he nodded to me once, to
put my question.
" You have heard of a man of bad character, whose true
name is Compeyson? "
He answered with one other nod.
" Is he living ? "
One other nod.
" Is he in London? "
He gave me one other nod, compressed the post-office ex-
ceedingly, gave me one last nod, and went on with his
breakfast.
"Now," said Wemmick, "questioning being over;"
which he emphasised and repeated for my guidance ; " I
come to what I did, after hearing what I heard. I went to
Garden-court to find you; not finding you, I went to Clar-
riker's to find Mr. Herbert."
"And him you found? " said I, with great anxiety.
"And him I found. Without mentioning any names or
going into any details, I gave him to understand that if he
was aware of anybody— Tom., Jack, or Richard — being
about the chambers, or about the immediate neighbour-
hood, he had better get Tom, Jack, or Richard, out of the
way while you were out of the way."
" He would be greatly puzzled what to do? "
" He was puzzled what to do ; not the less, because I
gave him my opinion that it was not safe to try to get
Tom, Jack, or Richard, too far out of the way at present.
Mr. Pip, I'll tell you something. Under existing circum-
stances there is no place like a great city when you are
once in it. Don't break cover too soon. Lie close. Wait
till things slacken, before you try the open, even for foreign
air."
I thanked him for his valuable advice, and asked him
what Herbert had done?
"Mr. Herbert," said Wemmick, "after being all of a
heap for half an hour, struck out a plan. He mentioned to
me as a secret, that he is courting a young lady who ha»,
as no doubt you are aware, a bedridden Pa. Which Pa,
having been in the Purser line of life, lies abed in a bow-
window where he can see the ships sail up and down the
river. You are acquainted with the young lady, most
probably ? "
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"Not personally/' said I.
y The truth was, that she had objected to me as an ex-
Ypensive companion who did Herbert no good, and that,
when Herbert had first proposed to present me to her, she
had received the proposal with such very moderate warmth,
that Herbert had felt himself obliged to confide the state
of the case to me, with a view to the lapse of a little time
before I made her acquaintance. When I had begun to
advance Herbert's prospects by stealth, I had been able to
bear this with cheerful philosophy; he and his affianced, for
their part, had naturally not been very anxious to intro-
duce a third person into their interviews; and thus, al-
though I was assured that I had risen in Clara^s esteem,
and although the young lady and I had ldng~"regularly in-
terchanged messages and remembrances by Herbert, I had
never seen her. However, I did not trouble Wemmick
with those particulars.
"The house with the bow- window," said Wemmick,
"being by the river- side, down the Pool there between
Lirnehouse and Greenwich, and being kept, it seems, by a
very respectable widow, who has a furnished upper floor to
let, Mr. Herbert put it to me, what did I think of that as
a temporary tenement for Tom, Jack, or Richard? Now,
I thought very well of it, for three reasons I'll give you.
That is to say. Firstly. It's altogether out of all your
beats, and is well away from the usual heap of streets great
and small. Secondly. Without going near it yourself,
you could always hear of the safety of Tom, Jack, or
Richard, through Mr. Herbert. Thirdly. After a while
and when it might be prudent, if you should want to slip
Tom, Jack, or Richard, on board a foreign packet-boat,
there he is — ready."
Much comforted by these considerations, I thanked Wem-
mick again and again, and begged him to proceed.
" Well, sir ! Mr. Herbert threw himself into the business
with a will, and by nine o'clock last night be housed Tom,
Jack, or Richard — whichever it may be — you and I don't
want to know — quite successfully. At the old lodgings it
was understood that he was summoned to Dover, and in
fact he was taken down the Dover road and cornered out
of it. Now, another great advantage of all this is, that it
was done without you, and when, if any one was concern-
ing himself about your movements, you must be known to
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be ever so many miles off, and quite otherwise engaged.
This diverts suspicion and confuses it; and for the same
reason I recommended that even if you came back last
night, you should not go home. It brings in more confu-
sion, and you want confusion."
Wemmick, having finished his breakfast, here looked at
his watch, and began to get his coat on.
"And now, Mr. Pip," said he, with his hands still in
the sleeves, "I have probably done the most I can do; but
if I can ever do more — from a AVal worth point of view, and
in a strictly private and personal capacity — I shall be glad
to do it. Here's the address. There can be no harm in
your going here to-night and seeing for yourself that all is
well with Tom, Jack, or Richard, before you go home —
which is another reason for your not going home last night.
But after you have gone home, don't go back here. You
are very welcome, I am sure, Mr. Pip; " his hands were
now out of his sleeves, and I was shaking them; "and let
me finally impress one important point upon you." He
laid his hands upon my shoulders, and added in a solemn
whisper : " Avail yourself of this evening to lay hold of
his portable property. You don't know what may happen
to him. Don't let anything happen to the portable prop-
erty."
Quite despairing of making my mind clear to Wemmick
on this point, I forbore to try.
"Time's up," said Wemmick, "and I must be off. If
you had nothing more pressing to do than to keep here till
dark, that's what I should advise. You look very much
worried, and it would do you good to have a perfectly quiet
day with the Aged — he'll be up presently — and a little bit
of you remember the pig? "
"Of course," said I.
"Well; and a little bit of him. That sausage you
toasted was his, and he was in all respects a first-rater.
Do try him, if it is only for old acquaintance' sake. Good
bye, Aged Parent! " in a cheery shout.
"All right, John; all right, my boy!" piped the old
man from within.
I soon fell asleep before Wemmick' s fire, and the Aged
and I enjoyed one another's society by falling asleep before
it more or less all day. We had loin of pork for dinner,
and greens grown on the estate, and I nodded at the Aged
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with a good intention whenever I failed to do it drowsily.
When it was quite dark, I left the Aged preparing the fire
for toast; and I inferred from the number of tea-cups, as
well as from his glances at the two little doors in the wall,
that Miss Skiffins was expected.
CHAPTER XLVI.
EIGHT o'clock had struck before I got into the air that
was scented, not disagreeably, by the chips and shavings
of the longshore boat-builders, and mast, oar, and block
makers. All that water-side region of the upper and lower
Pool below Bridge, was unknown ground to me, and when
I struck down by the river, I found that the spot I wanted
was not where I had supposed it to be, and was anything
but easy to find. It was called Mill Pond Bank, Chinks's
Basin; and I had no other guide to Chinks's Basin than
the Old Green Copper Kope-Walk.
It matters not what stranded ships repairing in dry
docks I lost myself among, what old hulls of ships in
course of being knocked to pieces, what ooze and slime and
other dregs of tide, what yards of ship-builders and ship-
breakers, what rusty anchors blindly biting into the ground
though for years off duty, what mountainous country of
accumulated casks and timber, how many rope- walks that
were not the Old Green Copper. After several times fall-
ing short of my destination and as often overshooting it, I
came unexpectedly round a corner, upon Mill Pond Bank.
It was a fresh kind of place, all circumstances considered,
where the wind from the river had room to turn itself
round; and there were two or three trees in it, and there
was the stump of a ruined windmill, and there was the
Old Green Copper Rope- Walk — whose long and narrow
vista I could trace in the moonlight, along a series of
wooden frames set in the ground, that looked like super-
annuated haymaking-rakes which had grown old and lost
most of their teeth.
Selecting from the few queer houses upon Mill Pond
Bank, a house with a wooden front and three stories of
bow-window (not bay-window, which is another thing), I
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looked at the plate upon the door, and read there Mrs.
JWhimjple. That being the name I wanted, I knockedTancT
"an elderly woman of a pleasant and thriving appearance
responded. She was immediately deposed, however, by
Herbert, who silently led me into the parlour and shut the
door. It was an odd sensation to see his very familiar face
established quite at home in that very unfamiliar room and
region; and I found myself looking at him, much as I
looked at the corner cupboard with the glass and china, the
shells upon the chimney-piece, and the coloured engravings
on the wall, representing the death of Captain Cook, a
ship-launch, and his Majesty King George the Third in a
state coachman's wig, leather breeches, and top-boots, on
the terrace at Windsor.
"All is well, Handel," said Herbert, "and he is quite
satisfied, though eager to see you. My dear girl is with
her father ; and if you'll wait till she comes down, I'll
make you known to her, and then we'll go upstairs.
That's her father."
I had become aware of an alarming growling overhead,
and had probably expressed the fact in my countenance.
" I am afraid he is a sad old rascal," said Herbert, smil-
ing, "but I have never seen him. Don't you smell rum?
He is always at it."
"At rum?" said I.
" Yes," returned Herbert, " and you may suppose how
mild it makes his gout. He persists, too, in keeping all the
provisions upstairs in his room, and serving them out. He
keeps them on shelves over his head, and will weigh them
all. His room must be like a chandler's shop."
AVhile he thus spoke, the growling noise became a pro-
longed roar, and then died away.
" What else can be the consequence," said Herbert, in
explanation, "if he will cut the cheese? A man with the
gout in his right hand — and everywhere else — can't expect
to get through a Double Gloucester without hurting him-
self."
He seemed to have hurt himself very much, for he gave
another furious roar.
" To have Provis for an upper lodger is quite a godsend
to Mrs. Whimple," said Herbert, " for of course people in
general won't stand that noise. A curious place, Handel;
isn't it? "
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It was a curious place, indeed; but remarkably well
kept and clean.
"Mrs. Whimple," said Herbert, when I told him so, "is
the best of housewives, and I really do not know what my
Clara would do without her motherly help. For, Clara has
no mother of her own, Handel, and no relation in the world
but old
" Surely that's not his name, Herbert? "
"No, no," said Herbert, "that's my name for him. His
name is Mr. Barley. But what a blessing it is for the son
of my father and mother, to love a girl who has no rela-
tions, and who can never bother herself, or anybody els ,
about her family? "
Herbert had told me on former occasions, and now re-
minded me, that he first knew Miss Clara Barley when she
was completing her education at an establishment at Ham-
mersmith, and that on her being recalled home to nurse
her father, he and she had confided their affection to the
motherly Mrs. Whimple, by whom it had been fostered and
regulated with equal kindness and discretion ever since.
It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could
possibly be confided to Old Barley, by reason of his being
totally unequal to the consideration of any subject more
psychological than Gout, Rum, and Purser's stores.
As we were thus conversing in a low tone while Old
Barley's sustained growl vibrated in the beam that crossed
ffie^eiling, the room door opened, and a very pretty, slight,
dark-eyed girl, of twenty or so, came in with a basket in
her hand : whom Herbert tenderly relieved of the basket,
and presented blushing, as " Clara^" She really was a
most charming girl, and might have passed for a captive
fairy, whom that truculent Ogre, Old Barley, had pressed
into his service.
"Look here," said Herbert, showing me the basket, with
a compassionate and tender smile after we had talked a
little; "here's poor Clara's supper, served out every night.
Here's her allowance of bread, and here's her slice of
cheese, and here's her rum — which I drink. This is Mr.
Barley's breakfast for to-morrow, served out to be cooked.
Two mutton chops, three potatoes, some split peas, a little
flour, two ounces of butter, a pinch of salt, and all this
black pepper. It's stewed up together, and taken hot, and
it's a nice thing for the gout, I should think! "
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There was something so natural and winning in Clara's
resigned way of looking at these stores in detail, as Her-
bert pointed them out, — something so confiding, loving and
innocent, in her modest manner of yielding herself to Her-
bert's embracing arm — and something so gentle in her, so
much needing protection on Mill Pond Bank, by Chinks 's
Basin, and the Old Green Copper Kope-Walk, with Old
Barley growling in the beam — that I would not have un-
done the engagement between her and Herbert, for all the
money in the pocket-book I had never opened.
I was looking at her with pleasure and admiration, when
suddenly the growl swelled into a roar again, and a fright-
ful bumping noise was heard above, as if a giant with a
wooden leg were trying to bore it through the ceiling to
come at us. Upon this Clara said to Herbert, " Papa wants
me, darling ! " and ran away.
" There is an unconscionable old shark for you ! " said
Herbert. " What do you suppose he wants now, Handel? "
" I don't know," said I. " Something to drink? "
"That's it! " cried Herbert, as if I had made a guess of
extraordinary merit. " He keeps his grog ready-mixed in
a little tub on the table. Wait a moment, and you'll hear
Clara lift him up to take some. — There he goes ! " Another
roar, with a prolonged shake at the end. "Now," said
Herbert, as it was succeeded by silence, "he's drinking.
Now," said Herbert, as the growl resounded in the beam
once more, "he's down again on his back ! "
Clara returned soon afterwards, and Herbert accompanied
me upstairs to see our charge. As we passed Mr. Barley's
door, he was heard hoarsely muttering within, in a strain
that rose and fell like wind, the following refrain; in which
I substitute good wishes for something quite the reverse.
"Ahoy! Bless your eyes, here's old Bill Barley.
Here's old Bill Barley, bless your eyes. Here*8~old I5iTt~
Barley on the flat of his back, by the Lord. Lying on the
flat of his back, like a drifting old dead flounder, here's
your old Bill Barley, bless your eyes. Ahoy! Bless you."
In this strain of consolation, Herbert informed me the
invisible Barley would commune with himself by the day
and night together; often while it was light, having, at the
same time, one eye at a telescope which was fitted on his
bed for the convenience of sweeping the river.
In his two cabin rooms at the top of the house, which
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were fresh and airy, and in which Mr. Barley was less
audible than below, I found Provis comfoi'tably settled.
He expressed no alarm, and seemed to feel none that was
worth mentioning; but it struck me that he was softened
— indefinably, for I could not have said how, and could
never afterwards recall how when I tried; but certainly.
The opportunity that the day's rest had given rne for re-
flection had resulted in my fully determining to say nothing
to him respecting Compeyson. For anything I knew, his
animosity towards the man might otherwise lead to his
seeking him out and rushing on his own destruction.
Therefore, when Herbert and I sat down with him by his
fire, I asked him first of all whether he relied on Wem-
mick's judgment and sources of information?
" Ay, ay, dear boy ! " he answered, with a grave nod,
" Jaggers knows."
"Then, I have talked with Wemmick," said I, "and
have come to tell you what caution he gave me and what
advice."
This I did accurately, with the reservation just men-
tioned; and I told him how Wemmick had heard, in New-
gate prison (whether from officers or prisoners I could not
say), that he was under some suspicion, and that my cham-
bers had been watched; how Wemmick had recommended
his keeping close for a time, and my keeping away from
him; and what Wemmick had said about getting him
abroad. I added, that of course, when the time came, I
should go with him, or should follow close upon him, as
might be safest in Wemmick's judgment. What was to
follow that, I did not touch upon; neither indeed was I at
all clear or comfortable about it in my own mind, now
that I saw him in that softer condition, and in declared
peril for my sake. As to altering my way of living, by en-
larging my expenses, I put it to him whether in our pres-
ent unsettled and difficult circumstances, it would not be
simply ridiculous, if it were no worse?
He could not deny this, and indeed was very reasonable
throughout. His coming back was a venture, he said, and
he had always known it to be a venture. He would do
nothing to make it a desperate venture, and he had very
little fear of his safety with such good help.
Herbert, who had been looking at the fire and ponder
ing, here said that something had come into his thoughts
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arising out of Weramick's suggestion, which it might be
worth while to pursue. "We are both good watermen,
Handel, and could take him down the river ourselves when
the right time comes. No boat would then be hired for the
purpose, and no boatmen; that would save at least a chance
of suspicion, and any chance is worth saving. Never mind
the season; don't you think it might be a good thing if you
began at once to keep a boat at the Temple stairs, and were
in the habit of rowing up and down the river? You fall in-
to that habit, and then who notices or minds? Do it twenty
or fifty times, and there is nothing special in your doing it
the twenty-first or fifty-first."
I liked this scheme, and Provis was quite elated by it.
We agreed that it should be carried into execution, and
that Provis should never recognise us if we came below
Bridge and rode past Mill Pond Bank. But, we further
agreed that he should pull dowTTThe blind in that part of
his window which gave upon the east, whenever he saw us
and all was right.
Our conference being now ended, and everything ar-
ranged, I rose to go ; remarking to Herbert that he and I
had better not go home together, and that I would take
half an hour's start of him. "I don't like to leave you
here," I said to Provis, "though I cannot doubt your being
safer here than near me. Good bye ! "
"Dear boy," he answered, clasping my hands, "I don't
know when we may meet again, and I don't like Good bye.
Say Good Night!"
" Good night ! Herbert will go regularly between us, and
when the time comes you may be certain I shall be ready.
Good night, Good night ! "
We thought it best that he should stay in his own rooms,
and we left him on the 'landing outside his door, holding a
light over the stair-rail to light us downstairs. Looking
back at him, I thought of the first night of his return when
our positions were reversed, and when I little supposed my
heart could ever be as heavy and anxious at parting from
him as it was now.
Old Barley was growling and swearing when we repassed
his door, with no appearance of having ceased or of mean-
ing to cease. When we got to the foot of the stairs, I
asked Herbert whether he had preserved the name of
Provis? He replied, certainly not, and that the lodger was
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Mr. Campbell. He also explained that the utmost known
of Mr. Campbell there, was, that he (Herbert) had Mi-
Campbell consigned to him, and felt a strong personal in-
terest in his being well cared for, and living a secluded
life. So, when we went into the parlour where Mrs.
Whimple and Clara were seated at work, I said nothing of
my own interest in Mr. Campbell, but kept it to myself.
When I had taken leave of the pretty gentle dark-eyed
girl, and of the motherly woman who had not outlived her
honest sympathy with a little affair of true love, I felt as
if the Old Green Copper Rope- Walk had grown quite a
different place. Old Barley might be as old as the hills,
and might swear like a whole field of troopers, but there
were redeeming youth and trust and hope enough in
Chinks 's Basin to fill it to overflowing. And then I
thought of Estella, and of our parting, and went home very
sadly.
All things were as quiet in the Temple as ever I had
seen them. The windows of the rooms of that side, lately
occupied by Provis, were dark and still, and there was no
lounger in Garden-court. I walked past the fountain twice
or thrice before I descended the steps that were between
me and my rooms, but I was quite alone. Herbert coming
to my bedside when he came in — for I went straight to
bed, dispirited and fatigued — made the same report. Open-
ing one of the windows after that, he looked out into the
moonlight, and told me that the pavement was as solemnly
empty as the pavement of any Cathedral at that same hour.
Next day, I set myself to get the boat. It was soon
done, and the boat was brought round to the Temple stairs,
and lay where I could reach her within a minute or two.
Then, I began to go out as for training and practice : some-
times alone, sometimes with Herbert. I was often out in
cold, rain, and sleet, but nobody took much note of me
after I had been out a few times. At first, I kept above
Blackfriars Bridge; but as the hours of the tide changed,
I took towards London Bridge. It was Old London Bridge
in those days, and at certain states of the tide there was a
race and fall of water there which gave it a bad reputation.
But I knew well enough how to " shoot " the bridge after
seeing it done, and so began to row about among the ship-
ping in the Pool, and down to Erith. The first time I
passed Mill Pond Bank, Herbert and I were pulling a pair
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of oars; and, both in going and returning, we saw the blind
towards the east come down. Herbert was rarely there
less frequently than three times in a week, and he never
brought me a single word of intelligence that was at all
alarming. Still, I knew that there was cause for alarm,
and I could not get rid of the notion of being watched.
Once received, it is a haunting idea; how many undesign-
ing persons I suspected of watching me, it would be hard
to calculate.
In short, I was always full of fears for the rash man
who was in hiding. Herbert had sometimes said to me that
he found it pleasant to stand at one of our windows after
dark, when the tide was running down, and to think that
it was flowing, with everything it bore, towards Clara.
But I thought with dread that it was flowing towards Mag-
witch, and that any black mark on its surface might be his
pursuers, going swiftly, silently and surely, to take him.
CHAPTER XLVII.
SOME weeks passed without bringing any change. We
waited for Wemmick, and he made no sign. If I had
never known him out of Little Britain, and had never en-
joyed the privilege of being on a familiar footing at the
Castle, I might have doubted him; not so for a moment,
knowing him as 1 did,
My worldly affairs began to wear a gloomy appearance,
and I was pressed for money by more than one creditor.
Even I myself began to know the want of money (I mean
of ready money in my own pocket), and to relieve it by
converting some easily spared articles of jewellery into
cash. But I had quite determined that it would be a heart-
less fraud to take more money from my patron in the ex-
isting state of my uncertain thoughts and plans. There-
fore, I had sent him the unopened pocket-book by Herbert,
to hold in his own keeping, and I felt a kind of satisfac-
tion— whether it was a false kind or a true, I hardly know
— in not having profited by his generosity since his revela-
tion of himself.
As the time wore on, an impression settled heavily upon
me that Estella was married. Fearful of having it con-
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firmed, though it was all but a conviction, I avoided the
newspapers, and begged Herbert (to whom I had confided
the circumstances of our last interview) never to speak of
her to me. Why I hoarded up this last wretched little rag
of the robe of hope that was rent and given to the winds,
how do I know ! Why did you who read this, commit that
not dissimilar inconsistency of your own, last year, last
month, last week?
It was an unhappy life that I lived, and its one domi-
nant anxiety, towering over all its other anxieties like a high
mountain above a range of mountains, never disappeared
from my view. Still, no new cause for fear arose. Let
me start from my bed as I would, with the terror fresh
upon me that he was discovered; let me sit listening as I
would, with dread for Herbert's returning step at night,
lest it should be fleeter than ordinary, and winged with
evil news; for all that, and much more to like purpose, the
round of things went on. Condemned to inaction and a
state of constant restlessness and suspense, I rowed about
in my boat, and waited, waited, waited, as I best could.
There were states of the tide when, having been down
the river, I could not get back through the eddy-chafed
arches and starlings of Old London Bridge; then, I left
my boat at a wharf near the Custom House, to be brought
up afterwards to the Temple stairs. I was not averse to
doing this, as it served to make me and my boat a com-
moner incident among the water-side people there. From
this slight occasion, sprang two meetings that I have now
to tell of.
One afternoon, late in the mouth of February, I came
ashore at the wharf at dusk. I had pulled down as far as
Greenwich with the ebb tide, and had turned with the tide.
It had been a fine bright day, but had become foggy as the
sun dropped, and I had had to feel my way back among
the shipping pretty carefully. Both in going and return-
ing, I had seen the signal in his window, All well.
As it was a raw evening and I was cold, I thought I
would comfort myself with dinner at once; and as I had
hours of dejection and solitude before me if I went home
to the Temple, I thought I would afterwards go to the play.
The theatre where Mr. Wopsle had achieved his question-
able triumph, was in that water-side neighbourhood (it is
nowhere now), and to that theatre I resolved to go.
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I was aware that Mr. Wopsle had not succeeded in re-
viving the drama, but, on the contrary, had rather par-
taken of its decline. He had been ominously heard of,
through the playbills, as a faithful Black, in connection
with a little girl of noble birth, and a monkey. And Her-
bert had seen him as a predatory Tartar,, of comic propen-
sities, with a face like a red brick, a-id an outrageous hat
all over bells.
I dined at what Herbert and I used to call a Geograph-
ical chop-house — where there were maps of the world in
porter-pot rims on every half-yard of the table-cloths, and
charts of gravy on every one of the knives — to this day
there is scarcely a single chop-house within the Lord
Mayor's dominions which is not Geographical — and wore
out the time in dozing over crumbs, staring at gas, and
baking in a hot blast of dinners. By-and-bye, I roused
myself and went to the play.
There I found a virtuous boatswain in his Majesty's
service — a most excellent man, though I could have wished
his trousers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so
loose in others — who knocked all the little men's hats over
their eyes, though he was very generous and brave, and
who wouldn't hear of anybody's paying taxes, though he
was very patriotic. He had a bag of money in his pocket,
like a pudding in the cloth, and on that property married
a young person in bed-furniture, with great rejoicings; the
whole population of Portsmouth (nine in number at the last
Census) turning out on the beach, to rub their own hands,
and shake everybody else's, and sing, " Fill, fill ! " A cer-
tain dark-complexioned Swab, however, who wouldn't fill,
or do anything else that was proposed to him, and whose
heart was openly stated (by the boatswain) to be as black
as his figure-head, proposed to two other Swabs to get all
mankind into difficulties; which was so effectually done
(the Swab family having considerable political influence)
that it took half the evening to set things right, and then it
was only brought about through an honest little grocer with
a white hat, black gaiters, and red nose, getting into a
clock, with a gridiron, and listening, and coming out, and
knocking everybody down from behind with the gridiron
whom he couldn't confute with what he had overheard.
This led to Mr. Wopsle's (who had never been heard of
before) coming in with a star and garter on, as a plenipo-
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tentiary of great power direct from the Admiralty, to say
that the Swabs were all to go to prison on the spot, and
that he had brought the boatswain down the Union Jack,
as a slight acknowledgment of his public services. The
boatswain, unmanned for the first time, respectfully dried
his eyes on the Jack, and then cheering up and addressing
Mr. Wopsle as Your Honour, solicited permission to take
him by the fin. Mr. Wopsle conceding his fin with a gra-
cious dignity, was immediately shoved into a dusty corner,
while everybody danced a hornpipe; and from that corner,
surveying the public with a discontented eye, became
aware of me.
The second piece was the last new grand comic Christmas
pantomime, in the first scene of which, it pained me to
suspect that I detected Mr. Wopsle with red worsted legs
under a highly magnified phosphoric countenance and a
shock of red curtain-fringe for his hair, engaged in the
manufacture of thunderbolts in a mine, and displaying
great cowardice when his gigantic master came home (very
hoarse) to dinner. But he presently presented himself
under worthier circumstances; for, the Genius of Youthful
Love being in want of assistance — on account of the pa-
rental brutality of an ignorant farmer who opposed the
choice of his daughter's heart, by purposely falling upon
the object in a flour sack, out of the first-floor window —
summoned a sententious Enchanter; and he, coming up from
the antipodes rather unsteadily, after an apparently violent
journey, proved . to be Mr. Wopsle in a high-crowned hat,
with a necromantic work in one volume under his arm.
The business of this enchanter on earth being principally
to be talked at, sung at, butted at, danced at, and flashed
at with fires of various colours, he had a good deal of time
on his hands. And I observed with great surprise, that he
devoted it to staring in my direction as if he were lost in
amazement.
There was something so remarkable in the increasing
glare of Mr. Wopsle's eye, and he seemed to be turning so
many things over in his mind and to grow so confused,
that I could not make it out. I sat thinking of it, long
after he had ascended to the clouds in a large watch-case,
and still I could not make it out. I was still thinking of
it when I came out of the theatre an hour afterwards, and
found him waiting for me near the door.
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" How do you do? " said I, shaking hands with him as we
turned down the street together. " I saw that you saw me. "
" Saw you, Mr. Pip ! " he returned. " Yes, of course I
saw you. But who else was there? "
" Who else? "
" It is the strangest thing," said Mr. Wopsle, drifting
into his lost look again; "and yet I could swear to him."
Becoming alarmed, I entreated Mr. Wopsle to explain
his meaning.
" Whether I should have noticed him at first but for your
being there," said Mr. Wopsle, going on in the same lost
way, "I can't be positive; yet I think I should."
Involuntarily I looked round me, as I was accustomed
to look round me when I went home: for. these mysterious
words gave me a chilL
"Oh! He can't be in sight," said Mr. Wopsle. "He
went out, before I went off; I saw him go."
Having the reason that I had for being suspicious, I
even suspected this poor actor. I mistrusted a design to
entrap me into some admission. Therefore, I glanced at
him as we walked on together, but said nothing.
" I had a ridiculous fancy that he must be with you, Mr.
Pip, till I saw that you were quite unconscious of him, sit-
ting behind you there like a ghost."
My former chill crept over me again, but I was resolved
not to speak yet, for it was quite consistent with his words
that he might be set on to induce me to connect these refer-
ences with Provis, Of course, I was perfectly sure and
safe that Provis had not been there.
" I dare say you wonder at me, Mr. Pip; indeed, I see
you do. But it is so very strange ! You'll hardly believe
what I am going to tell you. I could hardly believe it my-
self, if you told me."
" Indeed? " said I.
"No, indeed. Mr. Pip, you remember in old times a
certain Christmas Day, when you were quite a child, and 1
dined at Gargery's, and some soldiers came to the door to
get a pair of handcuffs mended? "
"I remember it very well."
" And you remember that there was a chase after two
convicts, and that we joined in it, and that Gargery took
you on his back, and that I took the lead and you kept up
with me as well as you could? "
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"I remember it all very well." Better than he thought
— except the last clause.
" And you remember that we came up with the two in a
ditch, and that there was a scuffle between them, and that
one of them had been severely handled and much mauled
about the face, by the other? "
" I see it all before me."
" And that the soldiers lighted torches, and put the two
in the centre, and that we went on to see the last of them,
over the black marshes, with the torchlight shining on
their faces — I am particular about that; with the torch-
light shining on their faces, when there was an outer ring
of dark night all about us? "
" Yes," said I. " I remember all that."
" Then, Mr. Pip, one of those two prisoners sat behind
you to-night. I saw him over your shoulder."
" Steady ! " I thought. I asked him then, " Which of
the two do you suppose you saw? "
"The one who had been mauled," he answered readily,
" and I'll swear I saw him ! The more I think of him, the
more certain I am of him."
" This is very curious ! " said I, with the best assumption
I could put on, of its being nothing more to me. " Very
curious indeed ! "
I cannot exaggerate the enhanced disquiet into which
this conversation threw me, or the special and peculiar ter-
ror I felt at Compeyson's having been behind me "like a
ghost." For, if he had ever been out of my thoughts for a
few moments together since the hiding had begun, it was
in those very moments when he was closest to me; and to
think that I should be so unconscious and off my guard
after all my care, was as if I had shut an avenue of a hun-
dred doors to keep him out, and then had found him at my
elbow. I could not doubt either that he was there, be-
cause I was there, and that however slight an appearance
of danger there might be about us, danger was always near
and active.
I put such questions to Mr. Wopsle as, When did the
man come in? He could not tell me that ; he saw me, and
over my shoulder he saw the man. It was not until he had
seen him for some time that he began to identify him; but
he had from the first vaguely associated him with me, and
known him as somehow belonging to me in the old village
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time. How was he dressed? Prosperously, but not no-
ticeably otherwise; he thought, iu black. Was his face at
all disfigured? No, he believed not. I believed not, too,
for although in my brooding state I had taken no especial
notice of the people behind me, I thought it likely that a
face at all disfigured would have attracted my attention.
When Mr. Wopsle had imparted to me all that he could
recall or I extract, and when I had treated him to a little
appropriate refreshment after the fatigues of the evening,
we parted. It was between twelve and one o'clock when
I reached the Temple, and the gates were shut. No one
was near me when I went in and went home.
Herbert had come in, and we held a very serious council
by the fire. But there was nothing to be done, saving to
communicate to Wemmick what I had that night found out,
and to remind him that we waited for his hint. As I
thought that I might compromise him if I went too often
to the Castle, I made this communication by letter. I
wrote it before I went to bed and went out and posted it;
and again no one was near me. Herbert and I agreed that
we could do nothing else but be very cautious. And we
were very cautious indeed — more cautious than before, if
that were possible — and I for my part never went near
Chinks' s Basin, except when I rowed by, and then I only
looked at Mill Pond Bank as I looked at anything else.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
THE second of the two meetings referred to in the last
chapter, occurred about a week after the first. I had again
left my boat at the wharf below Bridge; the time was an
hour earlier in the afternoon; and, undecided where to
dine, I had strolled up into Cheapside, and was strolling
along it, surely the most unsettled person in all the busy
concourse, when a large hand was laid upon my shoulder,
by some one overtaking me. It was Mr. Jaggers's hand,
and he passed it through my arm.
"As we are going in the same direction, Pip, we may
walk together. Where are you bound for? "
"For the Temple, I think," said I.
"Don't you know? " said Mr. Jaggers.
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"Well," I returned, glad for once to get the better of
him in cross-examination, " I do not know, for I have not
made up my mind."
"You are going to dine?" said Mr. Jaggers. "You
don't mind admitting that, I suppose? "
"No," I returned, "I don't mind admitting that."
"And are not engaged? "
"I don't mind admitting also, that I am not engaged."
"Then," said Mr. Jaggers, "come and dine with me."
I was going to excuse myself, when he added, " Wem-
mick's coming." So I changed my excuse into an accept-
ance— the few words I had uttered serving for the begin-
ning of either — and we went along Cheapside and slanted
off to Little Britain, while the lights were springing up
brilliantly in the shop windows, and the street lamp-
lighters, scarcely finding ground enough to plant their lad-
ders on in the midst of the afternoon's bustle, were skip-
ping up and down and running in and out, opening more
red eyes in the gathering fog than my rushlight tower at
the Hummums had opened white eyes in the ghostly wall.
At the office in Little Britain there was the usual letter-
writing, hand- washing, candle-snuffing, and safe-locking,
that closed the business of the day. As I stood idle by
Mr. Jaggers' s fire, its rising and falling flame made the
two casts on the shelf look as if they were playing a dia-
bolical game at bo-peep with me; while the pair of coarse
fat office candles that dimly lighted Mr. Jaggers as he
wrote in a corner, were decorated with dirty winding-
sheets, as if in remembrance of a host of hanged clients.
We went to Gerrard-street, all three together, in a hack-
ney-coach : and as soon as we got there, dinner was served.
Although I should not have thought of making, in that
place, the most distant reference by so much as a look to
Wemmick's Walworth sentiments, yet I should have had
no objection to catching his eye now and then in a friendly
way. But it was not to be done. He turned his eyes on
Mr. Jaggers whenever he raised them from the table, and
was as dry and distant to me as if there were twin Wem-
micks and this was the wrong one.
"Did you send that note of Miss Havisham's to Mr. Pip,
Wemmick?" Mr. Jaggers asked, soon after we began
dinner.
"No, sir," returned Weminick; "it was going by post,
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when you brought Mr. Pip into the office. Here it is."
He handed it to his principal, instead of to me.
" It's a note of two lines, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, hand-
ing it on, " sent up to me by Miss Havisham, on account of
her not being sure of your address. She tells me that she
wants to see you on a little matter of business you men-
tioned to her. You'll go down? "
" Yes," said I, casting my eyes over the note, which was
exactly in those terms.
" When do you think of going down? "
" I have an impending engagement," said I, glancing at
Wemmick, who was putting fish into the post-office, " that
renders me rather uncertain of my time. At once, I think."
"If Mr. Pip has the intention of going at once," said
Wemmick to Mr. Jaggers, " he needn't write an answer,
you know."
Keceiving this as an intimation that it was best not to
delay, I settled that -I would go to-morrow, and said so.
Wemmick drank a glass of wine and looked with a grimly
satisfied air at Mr. Jaggers, but not at me.
"So, Pip! Our friend the Spider," said Mr. Jaggers,
"has played his cards. He has won the pool."
It was as much as I could do to assent.
" Hah ! He is a promising fellow — in his way — but he
may not have it all his own way. The stronger will win in
the end, but the stronger has to be found out first. If he
should turn to, and beat her — "
"Surely," I interrupted, with a burning face and heart,
" you do not seriously think that he is scoundrel enough
for that, Mr. Jaggers? "
"I didn't say so, Pip. I am putting a case. If he
should turn to and beat her, he may possibly get the
strength on his side; if it should be a question of intellect,
he certainly will not. It would be chance work to give an
opinion how a fellow of that sort will turn out in such cir-
cumstances, because it's a toss-up between two results."
" May I ask what they are? "
"A fellow like our friend the Spider," answered Mr.
Jaggers, "either beats, or cringes. He may cringe and
growl, or cringe and not growl; but he either beats 01
cringes. Ask Wemmick his opinion."
"Either beats or cringes," said Wemmick, not at all ad-
dressing himself to me.
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"So, here's to Mrs. Bentley Drummle," said Mr. Jag-
gers, taking a decanter of choicer wine from his dumb-
waiter, and filling for each of us and for himself, " and
may the question of supremacy be settled to the lady's
satisfaction ! To the satisfaction of the lady and the gen-
tleman, it never will be. Now, Molly, Molly, Molly,
Molly, how slow you are to-day ! " v^X"
She was at his elbow when he addressed her, putting a
dish upon the table. As she withdrew her hands from it,
she fell back a step or two, nervously muttering some ex-
cuse. And a certain action of her fingers as she spoke ar-
rested my attention.
" What's the matter? " said Mr. Jaggers.
"Nothing. Only the subject we were speaking of," said
I, "was rather painful to me."
The action of her fingers was like the action of knit-
ting. She stood looking at her master, not understand-
ing whether she was free to go, or whether he had more
to say to her and would call her back if she did go. Her
look was very intent. Surely, I had seen exactly such eyes
and such hands, on a memorable occasion very lately !
He dismissed her, and she glided out of the room. But
she remained before me, as plainly as if she were still
there. I looked at those hands, I looked at those eyes, I
looked at that flowing hair; and I compared them with
other hands, other eyes, other hair, that I knew of, and
with what those might be after twenty years of a brutal
husband and a stormy life. I looked again at those hands
and eyes of the housekeeper, and thought of the inexplica-
ble feeling that had come over me when I last walked — not
alone — in the ruined garden, and through the deserted
brewery. I thought how the same feeling had come back
when I saw a face looking at me, and a hand waving to me
from a stage-coach window; and how it had come back
again and had flashed about me like lightning, when I had
passed in a carriage — not alone — through a sudden glare of
light in a dark street. I thought how one link of associa-
tion had helped that identification in the theatre, and how
such a link, wanting before, had been riveted for me now,
when I had passed by a chance swift from Estella's name
to the fingers with their knitting action, and the attentive
eyes. And- -I felt--*bsQlut©ly-43ej^ain__that this woman was
Estella's mother.
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Mr. Jaggers had seen me with Estella, and was not
likely to have missed the sentiments I had been at no pains
to conceal. He nodded when I said the subject was pain-
ful to me, clapped me on the back, put round the wine
again, and went on with his dinner.
Only twice more did the housekeeper reappear, and then
her stay in the room was very short, and Mr. Jaggers was
sharp with her. But her hands were Estella' s hands, and
her eyes were Estella' s eyes, and if she had reappeared a
hundred times I could have been neither more sure nor less
sure that my conviction was the truth.
It was a dull evening, for Wemmick drew his wine when
it came round, quite as a matter of business — just as he
might have drawn his salary when that came round — and
with his eyes on his chief, sat in a state of perpetual readi-
ness for cross-examination. As to the quantity of wine,
his post-office was as indifferent and ready as any other post-
office for its quantity of letters. From my point of view,
he was the wrong twin all the time, and only externally
like the Wemmick of Walworth.
We took our leave early, and left together. Even when
we were groping among Mr. Jaggers 's stock of boots for
our hats, I felt that the right twin was on his way back;
and we had not gone half a dozen yards down Gerrard-
street in the Walworth direction before I found that I was
walking arm-in-arm with the right twin, and that the
wrong twin had evaporated into the evening air.
"Well!" said Wemmick, "that's over! He's a wonder-
ful man, without his living likeness; but I feel that I have
to screw myself up when I dine with him — and I dine
more comfortably unscrewed."
I felt that this was a good statement of the case, and
told him so.
" Wouldn't say it to anybody but yourself," he answered.
" I know that what is said between you and me, goes no
further."
I asked him if he had ever seen Miss Havisham's adopted
daughter, Mrs. Bentley Drummle? He said no. To avoid
being too aBrupT'T "tSeii gpokiruf the Aged, and of Miss
Skiffins. He looked rather sly when I mentioned Miss
Skiffins, and stopped in the street to blow his nose, with a
roll of the head and a flourish not quite free from latent
boastfulness.
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" Wemmick," said I, "do you remember telling me, be-
fore I first went to Mr. Jaggers's private house, to notice
that housekeeper? "
s* " Did I? " he replied. " Ah, I dare say I did. Deuce
/ take me," he added sullenly, " I know I did. I find I am
/ not quite unscrewed yet."
V "A wild beast tamed, you called her? "
— • " And what did you call her? "
"The same. How did Mr. Jaggers tame her, Wem-
mick? "
" That's his secret. She has been with him many a long
year."
" I wish you would tell me her story. I feel a particular
interest in being acquainted with it. You know that what
is said between you and me goes no further."
"Well! " Wemmick replied, " I don't know her story —
that is, I don't know all of it. But what I do know, I'll
tell you. We are in our private and personal capacities, of
course."
"Of course."
" A score or so of years ago, that woman was tried at the
Old Bailey for murder and was acquitted. She was a very
handsome young woman, and I believe had some gipsy
blood in her. Anyhow, it was hot enough when it was up,
as you may suppose."
"But she was acquitted."
"Mr. Jaggers was for her," pursued Wemmick, with a
look full of meaning, " and worked the case in a way quite
astonishing. It was a desperate case, and it was compara-
tively early days with him then, and he worked it to gen-
eral admiration; in fact, it may almost be said to have
made him. He worked it himself at the police-office, day
after day for many days, contending against even a com-
mittal; and at the trial where he couldn't work it himself,
sat under counsel, and — every one knew — put in all the
salt and pepper. The^murderedjaerson was a woman; a
woman, a good ten years ^Iderf-veTy^Hfuch iarg^r^aBthvery
much stronger. It was a case of jealousy. They both led
tramping lives, and this woman in Gerrard-street here, had
been married very young, over the broomstick (as we say),
to a tramping man, and was a perfect fury in point of jeal-
ousy. The murdered woman — more a match for the man,
certainly, in point of years — was found dead in a barn near
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Hounslow Heath. There had been a violent struggle, per-
haps a fight. She was bruised and scratched and torn, and
had been held by the throat at last and choked. Now,
there was no reasonable evidence to implicate any person
but this woman, and, on the improbabilities of her having
been able to do it, Mr. Jaggers principally rested his case.
You may be sure," said Wemmick, touching me on the
sleeve, " that he never dwelt upon the strength of her hands
then, though he sometimes does now."
I had told Wemmick of his showing us her wrists, that
day of the dinner party.
"Well, sir!" Wemmick went on; "it happened — hap-
pened, don't you see? — that this woman was so very art-
fully dressed from the time of her apprehension, that she
looked much slighter than she really was; in particular,
her sleeves are always remembered to have been so skil-
fully contrived that her arms had quite a delicate look.
She had only a bruise or two about her — nothing for a
tramp — but the backs of her hands were lacerated, and the
question was, was it with finger-nails? Now, Mr. Jaggers
showed that she had struggled through a great lot of bram-
bles which were not as high as her face; but which she
could not have got through and kept her hands out of; and
bits of those brambles were actually found in her skin and
put in evidence, as well as the fact that the brambles in
question were found on examination to have been broken
through, and to have little shreds of her dress and little
spots of blood upon them here and there. But the boldest
point he made, was this. It was attempted to be set up in
proof of her jealousy that she was under strong suspicion
of having, at about the time of the murder, frantically de-
stroyed her child by this man — some three years old — to
revenge herself upon him. Mr. Jaggers worked that, in
this way. ' We say these are not marks of finger-nails,
but marks of brambles, and we show you the brambles.
You say they are marks of finger-nails, and you set up the
hypothesis that she destroyed her child. You must accept
all consequences of that hypothesis. For anything we
know, she may have destroyed her child, and the child in
clinging to her may have scratched her hands. What then?
You are not trying her for the murder of her child ; why
don't you? As to this case, if you will have scratches, we
say that, for anything we know, you may have accounted
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for them, assuming for the sake of argument that you have
not invented them?' To sum up, sir," said Wemmick,
" Mr. Jaggers was altogether too many for the Jury, and
they gave in."
"Has she been in his service ever since? "
"Yes; but not only that," said Wemmick, "she went
into his service immediately after her acquittal, tamed as
she is now. She has since been taught one thing and an-
other in the way of her duties, but she was tamed from the
beginning."
" Do you remember the sex of the child? "
" Said to have been a girl."
" You have nothing more to say to me to-night? "
"Nothing. I got your letter and destroyed it. Noth-
ing."
We exchanged a cordial Good Night, and I went home,
with new matter for my thoughts, though with no relief
from the old.
CHAPTER XLIX.
PUTTING Miss Havisham's note in my pocket, that it
might serve as my credentials for so soon reappearing at
Satis House, in case her waywardness should lead her to
express any surprise at seeing me, I went down again by
the coach next day. But, I alighted at the Halfway
House, and breakfasted there, and walked the rest of the
distance; for, I sought to get into the town quietly by the
unfrequented ways, and to leave it in the same manner.
The best light of the day was gone when I passed along
the quiet echoing courts behind the High-street. The
nooks of ruin where the old monks had once had their re-
fectories and gardens, and where the strong walls were now
pressed into the service of humble sheds and stables, were
almost as silent as the old monks in their graves. The
cathedral chimes had at once a sadder and a more remote
sound to me, as I hurried on avoiding observation, than
they had ever had before; so, the swell of the old organ
was borne to my ears like funeral music; and the rooks, as
they hovered about the grey tower and swung in the bare
high trees of the priory-garden, seemed to call to me that
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the place was changed, and that Estella was gone out of it
for ever.
An elderly woman whom I had seen before as one of the
servants who lived in the supplementary house across the
back court-yard, opened the gate. The lighted candle
stood in the dark passage within, as of old, and I took it
up and ascended the staircase alone. Miss Havisham was
not in her own room, but was in the larger room across the
landing. Looking in at the door, after knocking in vain,
I saw her sitting on the hearth in a ragged chair, close be-
fore, and lost in the contemplation of, the ashy fire.
Doing as I had often done, I went in, and stood, touch-
ing the old chimney-piece, where she could see me when
she raised her eyes. There was an air of utter loneliness
upon her, that would have moved me to pity though she
had wilfully done me a deeper injury than I could charge
her with. As I stood compassionating her, and thinking
how in the progress of time I too had come to be a part of
the wrecked fortunes of that house, her eyes rested on me.
She stared, and said in a low voice, "Is it real? "
" It is I, Pip. Mr. Jaggers gave me your note yester-
day, and I have lost no time."
"Thank you. Thank you."
As I brought another of the ragged chairs to the hearth
and sat down, I remarked a new expression on her face, as
if she were afraid of me.
"I want," she said, "to pursue that subject you men-
tioned to me when you were last here, and to show you
that I am not all stone. But perhaps you can never be-
lieve, now, that there is anything human in my heart? "
When I said some reassuring words, she stretched out
her tremulous right hand, as though she was going to touch
me; but she recalled it again before I understood the ac-
tion, or knew how to receive it.
" You said, speaking for your friend, that you could tell
me how to do something useful and good. Something that
you would like done, is it not? "
" Something that I would like done very, very much."
" What is it? "
I began explaining to her that secret history of the part-
nership. I had not got far into it, when I judged from
her looks that she was thinking in a discursive way of me,
rather than of what I said. It seemed to be so, for, when
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I stopped speaking, many moments passed before she
showed that she was conscious of the fact.
"Do you break off," she asked then, with her former air
of being afraid of me, " because you hate me too much to
bear to speak to me? "
"No, no," I answered, "how can you think so, Miss
Havisham ! I stopped because I thought you were not fol-
lowing what I said."
"Perhaps I was not," she answered, putting a hand to
her head. "Begin again, and let me look at something
else. Stay! Now tell me."
She set her hand upon her stick, in the resolute way that
sometimes was habitual to her, and looked at the fire with
a strong expression of forcing herself to attend. I went
on with my explanation, and told her how I had hoped to
complete the transaction out of my means, but how in this
I was disappointed. That part of the subject (I reminded
her) involved matters which could form no part of my ex-
planation, for they were the weighty secrets of another.
" So ! " said she, assenting with her head, but not look-
ing at me. " And how much money is wanting to com-
plete the purchase? "
I was rather afraid of stating it, for it sounded a large
sum. "Nine hundred pounds."
" If I give you the money for this purpose, will you keep
my secret as you have kept your own? "
"Quite as faithfully."
" And your mind will be more at rest? "
"Much more at rest."
" Are you very unhappy now? "
She asked this question, still without looking at me, but
in an unwonted tone of sympathy. I could not reply at
the moment for my voice failed me. She put her left arm
across the head of her stick, and softly laid her forehead
on it.
"I am far from happy, Miss Havisham; but I have
other causes of disquiet than any you know of. They are
the secrets I have mentioned."
After a little while, she raised her head, and looked at
the fire again.
" 'Tis noble in you to tell me that you have other causes
of unhappiness. Is it true? "
"Too true."
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" Can I only serve you, Pip, by serving your friend?
Regarding that as done, is there nothing I can do for you
yourself? "
" Nothing. I thank you for the question. I thank you
even more for the tone of the question. But, there is
nothing."
She presently rose from her seat, and looked about the
blighted room for the means of writing. There were none
there, and she took from her pocket a yellow set of ivory
tablets, mounted in tarnished gold, and wrote upon them
with a pencil in a case of tarnished gold that hung from
her neck.
" You are still on friendly terms with Mr. Jaggers? "
"Quite. I dined with him yesterday."
" This is an authority to him to pay you that money, to
lay out at your irresponsible discretion for your friend. I
keep no money here; but if you would rather Mr. Jaggers
knew nothing of the matter, I will send it to you."
" Thank you, Miss Havisham ; I have not the least ob-
jection to receiving it from him."
She read me what she had written, and it was direct and
clear, and evidently intended to absolve me from any sus-
picion of profiting by the receipt of the money. I took the
tablets from her hand, and it trembled again, and it trem-
bled more as she took off the chain to which the pencil was
attached, and put it in mine. All this she did, without
looking at me.
" My name is on the first leaf. If you can ever write
under my name, ' I forgive her, ' though ever so long after
my broken heart is dust — pray do it ! "
"O Miss Havisham," said I, "I can do it now. There
have been sore mistakes; and my life has been a blind and
thankless one; and I want forgiveness and direction far
too much, to be bitter with you."
She turned her face to me for the first time since she had
averted it, and to my amazement, I may even add to my
terror, dropped on her knees at my feet; with her folded
hands raised to me in the manner in which, when her poor
heart was young and fresh and whole, they must often
have been raised to Heaven from her mother's side.
To see her with her white hair and her worn face, kneel-
ing at my feet, gave me a shock through all my frame. I
entreated her to rise, and got my arms about her to help
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her upi; but she only pressed that hand of mine which was
nearest to her grasp, and hung her head over it and wept.
I had never seen her shed a tear before, and in the hope
that the relief might do her good, I bent over her without
speaking. She was not kneeling now, but was down upon
the ground.
"01" she cried, despairingly. " What have I done?
What have I done ! "
" If you mean, Miss Havisham, what have you done to
injure me, let me answer. Very little. I should have
loved her under any circumstances. — Is she married? "
"Yes!"
It was a needless question, for a new desolation in the
desolate house had told me a*.
" What have I done ! What have I done ! " She wrung
her hands, and crushed her white hair, and returned to
this cry over and over again. " What have I done ! "
I knew not how to answer, or how to comfort her. That
she had done a grievous thing in taking an impressionable
child to mould into the form that her wild resentment,
spurned affection, and wounded pride, found vengeance in,
I knew full well. But that, in shutting out the light of
day, she had shut out infinitely more; that, in seclusion
she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and heal-
ing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had
grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that
reverse the appointed order of their Maker; I knew equally
well. And could I look upon her without compassion, see-
ing her punishment in the ruin she was, in her profound
unfitness for this earth on which she was placed, in the
vanity of sorrow which had become a master mania, like
the vanity of penitence, the vanity of remorse, the vanity
of unworthiness, and other monstrous vanities that have
been curses in this world?
" Until you spoke to her the other day, and until I saw
in you a looking-glass that showed me what I once felt
myself, I did not know what I had done. What have I
done ! What have I done ! " And so again, twenty, fifty
times over, What had she done !
"Miss Havisham," I said, when her cry had died away,
"you may dismiss me from your mind and conscience.
But Estella is a different case, and if you can ever undo
any scrap of what you have done amiss in keeping a part
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of her right nature away from her, it will be better to do
that, than to bemoan the past through a hundred years."
" Yes, yes, I know it. But, Pip — my Dear ! " There
was an earnest womanly compassion for me in her new
affection. " My dear ! Believe this : when she first came
to me, I meant to save her from misery like my own. At
first I meant no more."
" Well, well ! " said I. " I hope so."
"But as she grew, and promised to be very beautiful,
I gradually did worse, and with my praises, and with
my jewels, and with my teachings, and with this figure
of myself always before her, a warning to back and
point my lessons, I stole her heart away and put ice in its
place."
"Better," I could not help saying, "to have left her a
natural heart, even to be bruised or broken."
With that, Miss Havisham looked distractedly at me
for a while, and then burst out again, What had she
done!
"If you knew all my story," she pleaded, "you would
have some compassion for me and a better understanding
of me."
"Miss Havisham," I answered, as delicately as I could,
" I believe I may say that I do know your story, and have
known it ever since I first left this neighbourhood. It has
inspired me with great commiseration, and I hope I under-
stand it and its influences. Does what has passed between
us give me any excuse for asking you a question relative to
Estella? Not as she is, but as she was when she first came
here? "
She was seated on the ground, with her arms on the
ragged chair, and her head leaning on them. She looked
full at me when I said this, and replied, "Go on."
" Whose child was Estella? "
She shook her head.
"You don't know?"
She shook her head again.
"But Mr. Jaggers brought her here, or sent her here? "
"Brought her here."
" Will you tell me how that came about? "
She answered in a low whisper and with caution : " I had
been shut up in these rooms a long time (I don't know how
long; you know what time the clocks keep here), when
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I told him that I wanted a little. girl to rear and love, and
save from my fate. I had first seen him when I sent for
him to lay this place waste for me; having read of him in
the newspapers before I and the world parted. He told
me that he would look about him for such an orphan child.
One night he brought her here asleep, and I called her
Estella."
" Might I ask her age then? "
" Two or three. She herself knows nothing, but that
she was left an orphan and I adopted her."
So convinced I was of that woman's being her mother,
that I wanted no evidence to establish the fact in my mind.
But, to any mind, I thought, the connection here was clear
and straight.
What more could I hope to do by prolonging the inter-
view? I had succeeded on behalf of Herbert, Miss Hav-
ishain had told me all she knew of Estella, I had said and
done what I could to ease her mind. No matter with what
other words we parted; we parted.
Twilight was closing in when I went downstairs into the
natural air. I called to the woman who had opened the
gate when I entered, that I would not trouble her just yet,
but would walk round the place before leaving. For, I
had a presentiment that I should never be there again, and
I felt that the dying light was suited to my last view of it.
By the wilderness of casks that I had walked on long
ago, and on which the rain of years had fallen since, rot-
ting them in many places, and leaving miniature swamps
and pools of water upon those that stood on end, I made
my way to the ruined garden. I went all round it; round
by the corner where Herbert and I had fought our battle;
round by the paths where Estella and I had walked. So
cold, so lonely, so dreary all!
Taking the brewery 011 my way back, I raised the rusty
latch of a little door at the garden end of it, and walked
through. I was going out at the opposite door — not easy
to open now, for the damp wood had started and swelled,
and the hinges were yielding, and the threshold was en-
cumbered with a growth of fungus — when I turned my
head to look back. A childish association revived with
wonderful force in the moment of the slight action, and I
fancied that I saw Miss Havisham hanging to the beam.
So strong was the impression, that I stood under the beam
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shuddering from head to foot before I knew it was a fancy
— though to be sure I was there in an instant.
The mournfulness of the place and time, and the great
terror of this illusion, though it was but momentary, caused
me to feel an indescribable awe as I came out between the
open wooden gates where I had once wrung my hair after
Estella had wrung my heart. Passing on into the front
courtyard, I hesitated whether to call the woman to let me
out at the locked gate, of which she had the key, or first
to go upstairs and assure myself that Miss Havisham was
as safe and well as I had left her. I took the latter course
and went up.
I looked into the room where I had left her, and I saw
her seated in the ragged chair upon the hearth close to the
fire, with her back towards me. In the moment when I
was withdrawing my head to go quietly away, I saw a
great flaming light spring up. In the same moment I saw
her running at me, shrieking, with a whirl of fire blazing
all about her, and soaring at least as many feet above her
head as she was high.
I had a double-caped great-coat on, and over my arm an-
other thick coat. That I got them off, closed with her,
threw her down, and got them over her; that I dragged
the great cloth from the table for the same purpose, and
with it dragged down the heap of rottenness in the midst,
and all the ugly things that sheltered there; that we were
on the ground struggling like desperate enemies, and that
the closer I covered her, the more wildly she shrieked and
tried to free herself; that this occurred I knew through the
result, but not through anything I felt, or thought, or knew
I did. I knew nothing until I knew that we were on the
floor by the great table, and that patches of tinder yet
alight were floating in the smoky air, which a moment ago
had been her faded bridal dress.
Then, I looked round and saw the disturbed beetles and
spiders running away over the floor, and the servants com-
ing in with breathless cries at the door. I still held her
forcibly down with all my strength, like a prisoner who
might escape; and I doubt if I even knew who she was, or
why we had struggled, or that she had been in flames, or
that the flames were out, until I saw the patches of tinder
that had been her garments, no longer alight, but falling
in a black shower around us.
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She was insensible, and I was afraid to have her moved,
or even touched. Assistance was sent for, and I held her
until it came, as if I unreasonably fancied (I think I did)
that if I let her go, the fire would break out again and con-
sume her. When I got up, on the surgeon's coming to her
with other aid, I was astonished to see that both my hands
were burnt; for, I had no knowledge of it through the
sense of feeling.
On examination it was pronounced that she had received
serious hurts, but that they of themselves were far from
hopeless; the danger lay mainly in the nervous shock. By
the surgeon's directions, her bed was carried into that room
and laid upon the great table : which happened to be well
suited to the dressing of her injuries. When I saw her
again, an hour afterwards, she lay indeed where I had seen
her strike her stick, and had heard her say she would lie
one day.
Though every vestige of her dress was burnt, as they told
me, she still had something of her old ghastly bridal ap-
pearance; for, they had covered her to the throat with
white cotton- wool, and as she lay with a white sheet loosely
overlying that, the phantom air of something that had been
and was changed was still upon her.
I found, on questioning the servants, that Estella was in
Paris, and I got a promise from the surgeon that he would
write by the next post. Miss Havisham's family I took
upon myself; intending to communicate with Matthew
Pocket only, and leave him to do as he liked about inform-
ing the rest. This I did next day, through Herbert, as
soon as I returned to town.
There was a stage, that evening, when she spoke collect-
edly of what had happened, though with a certain terrible
vivacity. Towards midnight she began to wander in her
speech, and after that it gradually set in that she said in-
numerable times in a low solemn voice, " What have I
done ! " And then, " When she first came, I meant to save
her from misery like mine." And then, "Take the pencil
and write under my name, ' I forgive her ! ' ' She never
changed the order of these three sentences, but she some-
times left out a word in one or other of them; never put-
ting in another word, but always leaving a blank and going
on to the next word.
As I could do no service there, and as I had, nearer
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home, that pressing reason for anxiety and fear which even
her wanderings could not drive out of my mind, I decided
in the course of the night that I would return by the early
morning coach : walking on a mile or so, and being taken
up clear of the town. At about six o'clock of the morning,
therefore, I leaned over her and touched her lips with mine,
just as they said, not stopping for being touched, " Take
the pencil and write under my name, ' I forgive her. ' '
CHAPTER L.
MY hands had been dressed twice or thrice in the night,
and again in the morning. My left arm was a good deal
burned to the elbow, and, less severely, as high as the
shoulder; it was very painful, but the flames had set in
that direction, and I felt thankful it was no worse. My
right hand was not so badly burnt but that I could move
the fingers. It was bandaged, of course, but much less in-
conveniently than my left hand and arm; those I carried
in a sling; and I could only wear my coat like a cloak,
loose over my shoulders and fastened at the neck. My
hair had been caught by the fire, but not my head or
face.
When Herbert had been down to Hammersmith_and had
seen his father, he came back to me~at our chambers, and
devoted the day to attending on me. He was the kindest
of nurses, and at stated times took off the bandages, and
steeped them in the cooling liquid that was kept ready, and
put them on again, with a patient tenderness that I was
deeply grateful for.
At first, as I lay quiet on the sofa, I found it painfully
difficult, I might say impossible, to get rid of the impres-
sion of the glare of the flames, their hurry and noise, and
the fierce burning smell. If I dozed for a minute, I was
awakened by Miss Havisham's cries, and by her running at
me with all that height of fire above her head. This pain
of the mind was much harder to strive against than any
bodily pain I suffered; and Herbert, seeing that, did his
utmost to hold my attention engaged.
Neither of us spoke of the boat, but we both thought of
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it. That was made apparent by our avoidance of the sub-
ject, and by our agreeing — without agreement — to make my
recovery of the use of my hands, a question of so many
hours, not of so many weeks.
My first question when I saw Herbert had been, of
course, whether all was well down the river? As he re-
plied in the affirmative, with perfect confidence and cheer-
fulness, we did not resume the subject until the day was
wearing away. But then, as Herbert changed the band-
ages, more by the light of the fire than by the outer light,
he went back to it spontaneously.
"I sat with Pro vis last night, Handel, two good hours."
" Where was Clara? "
"Dear little thing!" said Herbert "She was up and
down with Gruffandgrim all the evening. He was perpet-
ually pegging at the floor, the moment she left his sight.
I doubt if he can hold out long though What with rum
and pepper — and pepper and rum — I should think his peg-
ging must be nearly over."
" And then you will be married, Herbert? "
"How can I take care of the dear child otherwise? — Lay
your arm out upon the back of the sofa, my dear boy, and
I'll sit down here, and get the bandage off so gradually
that you shall not know when it comes. I was speaking of
Provis. Do you know, Handel, he improves?"
" I said to you I thought he was softened when I last
saw him "
"So you did. And so he is. He was very communica-
tive last night, and told me more of his life. You remem-
ber his breaking off here about some woman that he had
had great trouble with. — Did I hurt you? "
I had started, but not under his touch. His words had
given me a start.
" I had forgotten that, Herbert, but I remember it now
you speak of it."
" Well ! He went into that part of his life, and a dark
wild part it is. Shall I tell you? Or would it worry you
just now? "
" Tell me by all means. Every word."
. Herbert bent forward to look at me more nearly, as if
my reply had been rather more hurried or more eager than
he could quite account for. " Your head is cool? " he said,
touching it.
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"Quite," said I. "Tell me what Provis said, my dear
Herbert."
" It seems," said Herbert, " — there's a bandage off most
charmingly, and now comes the cool one — makes you shrink
at fifst, my poor dear fellow, don't it? but it will be com-
fortable presently — it seems that the woman was a young
woman, and a jealous woman, and a revengeful woman;
revengeful, Handel, to the last degree."
"To what last degree? "
"Murder. — Does it strike too cold on that sensitive
place? "
'• I don't feel it. How did she murder? Whom did she
murder? "
" Why, the deed may not have merited quite so terrible
a name," said Herbert, "but she was tried for it, and Mr.
Jaggers defended her, and the reputation of that defence
first made his name known to Provis. It was another and
a stronger woman who was the victim, and there had been
a struggle — in a barn. Who began it, or how fair it was,
or how unfair, may be doubtful; but how it ended is cer-
tainly not doubtful, for the victim was found throttled."
" Was the woman brought in guilty? "
" No; she was acquitted. — My poor Handel, I hurt you ! "
" It is impossible to be gentler, Herbert. Yes? What
else? "
" This acquitted young woman^and Provja. ha<La little
vchild : a little child o^wnom Pfovis wj,g^xcgedinglylohd7
On the evenmg~of~^Che very night when the object o3T~irert
jealousy was strangled as I tell you, the 3Toung woman pre-
sented herself before Provis for one moment, and swore
that she would destroy the child (which was in her posses-
sion), and he should never see it again; then, she van-
ished.— There's the worst arm comfortably in the sling
once more, and now there remains but the right hand,
which is a far easier job. I can do it better by this light
than by a stronger, for my hand is steadiest when I don't
see the poor blistered patches too distinctly. — You don't
think your breathing is affected, my dear boy? You seem
to breathe quickly."
"Perhaps I do, Herbert. Did the woman keep her
oath? "
" There comes the darkest part of Provis's life. She did."
" That is, he says she did."
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"Why, of course, my dear boy," returned Herbert, in a
tone of surprise, and again bending forward to get a nearer
look at me. "He says it all. I have no other informa-
tion."
"No, to be sure."
"Now, whether," pursued Herbert, "he had used the
child's mother ill, or whether he had used the child's
mother well, Provis doesn't say; but, she had shared some
four or five years of the wretched life he described to us at
this fireside, and he seems to have felt pity for her, and
forbearance towards her. Therefore, fearing he should be
called upon to depose about this destroyed child, and so
be the cause of her death, he hid himself (much as he
grieved for the child), kept himself dark, as he says, out
of the way and out of the trial, and was only vaguely
talked of ras a certain man called Abel^ out of whom the
jealousy arose. After the acquittaT~she disappeared, and
thus he lost the child and the child's mother. "
" I want to ask — "
" A moment, my dear boy, and I have done. That evil
genius, Compeyson, the worst of scoundrels, knowing of
his keeping outof~the way at that time, and of his reasons
for doing so, of course afterwards held the knowledge over
his head as a means of keeping him poorer, and working
him harder. It was clear last night that this barbed the
point of Provis's animosity."
"I want to know," said I, "and particularly, Herbert,
whether he told you when this happened? "
"Particularly? Let me remember, then, what he said
as to that. His expression was, ' a round score o' year ago,
and a' most directly after I took up wi' Compeyson.' How
old were you when you came upon him in the little church-
yard? "
"I think in my seventh year."
"Ay. It had happened some three or four years then,
he said, and you brought into his mind the little girl so
tragically lost, who would have been about your age."
"Herbert," said I, after a short silence, in a hurried
way, " can you see me best by the light of the window, or
the light of the fire? "
"By the firelight," answered Herbert, coming close
again.
"Look at me."
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" I do look at you, my dear boy."
"Touch me."
"I do touch you, my dear boy."
" You are not afraid that I am in any fever, or that my
head is much disordered by the accident of last night? "
"N-no, my dear boy," said Herbert, after taking time to
examine me. " You are rather excited, but you are quite
yourself. "
" I know I am quite myself. And the man we have in
hiding down the river, is Estella's Father."
CHAPTER LI.
WHAT purpose I had in view when I was hot on tracing
out and proving Estella's parentage, I cannot say. It will
presently be seen that the question was not before me in
distinct shape, until it was put before me by a wiser head
than my own.
But, when Herbert and I had held our momentous con-
versation, I was seized with a feverish conviction that I
ought to hunt the matter down — that I ought not to let it
rest, but that I ought to see Mr. Jaggers, and come at the
bare truth. I really do not know whether I felt that I did
this for Estella's sake, or whether I was glad to transfer
to the man in whose preservation I was so much concerned,
some rays of the romantic interest that had so long sur-
rounded me. Perhaps the latter possibility may be the
nearer to the truth.
Anyway, I could scarcely be withheld from going out to
Gerrard-street that night Herbert's representations, that
if I did, I should probably be laid up and stricken useless,
when our fugitive's safety would depend upon me, alone
restrained my impatience. On the understanding, again
and again reiterated, that come what would, I was to go to
Mr. Jaggers to-morrow, I at length submitted to keep
quiet, and to have my hurts looked after, and to stay at
home. Early next morning we went out together, and at
the corner of Giltspur-street by Smithfield, I left Herbert
to go his way into the city, and took my way to Little
Britain.
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There were periodical occasions when Mr. Jaggers and
Mr. Wemmick went over the office accounts, and checked
off the vouchers, and put all things straight. On these oc-
casions Wemmick took his books and papers into Mr. Jag-
gers's room, and one of the upstairs clerks came down into
the outer office. Finding such clerk on Wemmick's post
that morning, I knew what was going on; but I was not
sorry to have Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick together, as Wem-
mick would then hear for himself that I said nothing to
compromise him.
My appearance with my arm bandaged and my coat loose
over my shoulders, favoured my object. Although I had
sent Mr. Jaggers a brief account of the accident as soon as
I had arrived in town, yet I had to give him all the details
now; and the specialty of the occasion caused our talk to
be less dry and hard, and less strictly regulated by the
rules of evidence, than it had been before. While I de-
scribed the disaster, Mr. Jaggers stood, according to his
wont, before the fire. Wemmick leaned back in his chair,
staring at me, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers,
and his pen put horizontally into the post. The two brutal
casts, always inseparable in my mind from official proceed-
ings, seemed to be congestively considering whether they
didn't smell fire at the present moment.
My narrative finished, and their questions exhausted,
I then produced Miss Havisham's authority to receive the
nine hundred pounds for Herbert. Mr. Jaggers 's eyes re-
tired a little deeper into his head when I handed him the
tablets, but he presently handed them over to Wemmick,
with instructions to draw the cheque for his signature.
While that was in course of being done, I looked on at
Wemmick as he wrote, and Mr. Jaggers, poising and sway-
ing himself on his well-polished boots, looked on at me.
"I am sorry, Pip," said he, as I put the cheque in my
pocket, when he had signed it, "that we do nothing for
you."
"Miss Havisham was good enough to ask me," I re-
turned, " whether she could do nothing for me, and I told
her No."
" Everybody should know his own business," said Mr.
Jaggers. And I saw Wemmick's lips form the word
"portable property."
" I should not have told her No, if I had been you," said
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Mr. Jaggers; " but every man ought to know his own busi-
ness best."
" Every man's business," said Wemmick, rather reproach-
fully towards me, "is 'portable property.' '
As I thought the time was now come for pursuing the
theme I had at heart, I said, turning on Mr. Jaggers :
" I did ask something of Miss Havishain, however, sir.
I asked her to give me some information relative to her
adopted daughter, and she gave me all she possessed."
"Did she?" said Mr. Jaggers, bending forward to look
at his boots and then straightening himself. "Hah! I
don't think I should have done so, if I had been Miss
Havisham. But she ought to know her own business
best."
" I know more of the history of Miss Havisham's adopted
child, than Miss Havisham herself does, sir. I know her
mother."
Mr. Jaggers looked at me inquiringly, and repeated,
"Mother?"
"I have seen her mother within these three days."
" Yes? " said Mr. Jaggers.
" And so have you, sir. And you have seen her still
more recently."
" Yes? " said Mr. Jaggers.
"Perhaps I know more of Estella's history, than even
you do," said I. "I know her father, too."
A certain stop that Mr. Jaggers came to in his manner —
he was too self-possessed to change his manner, but he
could not help its being brought to an indefinably attentive
stop — assured me that he did not know who her father
was. This I had strongly suspected from Provis's account
(as Herbert had repeated it) of his having kept himself^
dark; which I pieced on to the fact that he himself was \
not Mr. Jaggers's client until some four years later, and //
when he could have no reason for claiming his identity./'
But, I could not be sure of this unconsciousness on Mr.
Jaggers's part before, though I was quite sure of it now.
"So! You know the young lady's father, Pip?" said
Mr. Jaggers.
"Yes," I replied, "and his name is Provis — from
South Wales."
Even Mr. Jaggers started when I said those words, it
was the slightest start that could escape a man, the most
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carefully repressed and the sooner checked, but he did
start, though he made it a part of the action of taking out
his pocket-handkerchief. How Wemmick received the an-
nouncement I am unable to say, for I was afraid to look
at him just then, lest Mr. Jaggers's sharpness should de-
tect that there had been some communication unknown to
him between us.
"And on what evidence, Pip," asked Mr. Jaggers, very
coolly, as he paused with his handkerchief half way to his
nose, " does Pro vis make this claim? "
"He does not make it," said I, "and has never made it,
and has no knowledge or belief that his daughter is in ex-
istence."
For once, the powerful pocket-handkerchief failed. My
reply was so unexpected that Mr. Jaggers put the handker-
chief back into his pocket without completing the usual
performance, folded his arms, and looked with stern atten-
tion at me, though with an immovable face.
Then I told him all I knew, and how I knew it; with
the one reservation that I left him to infer that I knew
from Miss Havisham what I in fact knew from Wemmick.
I was very careful indeed as to that. Nor, did I look tow-
ards Wemmick until I had finished all I had to tell, and
had been for some time silently meeting Mr Jaggers's
look. When I did at last turn my eyes in Wemmick' s di-
rection, I found that he had unposted his pen, and was in-
tent upon the table before him.
" Hah ! " said Mr. Jaggers at last, as he moved towards
the papers on the table. " — What item was it you were
at, Wemmick, when Mr. Pip came in? "
But I could not submit to be thrown off in that way, and
I made a passionate, almost an indignant appeal to him to
be more frank and manly with me. I reminded him of the
false hopes into which I had lapsed, the length of time
they had lasted, and the discovery I had made: and I
hinted at the danger that weighed upon my spirits. I rep-
resented myself as being surely worthy of some little confi-
dence from him, in return for the confidence I had just now
imparted. I said that I did not blame him, or suspect him,
or mistrust him, but I wanted assurance of the truth from
him. And if he asked me why I wanted it and why I
thought I had any right to it, I would tell him, little as he
cared for such poor dreams, that I had loved Estella dearly
GREAT EXPECTATIONS. 391
and long, and that, although I had lost her and must live
a bereaved life, whatever concerned her was still nearer
and dearer to me than anything else in the world. And
seeing that Mr. Jaggers stood quite still and silent, and
apparently quite obdurate, under this appeal, I turned to
Wemmick, and said, " Wemmick, I know you to be a man
with a gentle heart. I have seen your pleasant home, and
your old father, and all the innocent cheerful playful ways
with which you refresh your business life. And I entreat
you to say a word for me to Mr. Jaggers, and to represent
to him that, all circumstances considered, he ought to be
more open with me ! "
I have never seen two men look more oddly at one an-
other than Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick did after this apos-
trophe. At first, a misgiving crossed me that Wemmick
would be instantly dismissed from his employment; but, it
melted as I saw Mr. Jaggers relax into something like a
smile, and Wemmick become bolder.
"What's all this?" said Mr. Jaggers. "You with an
old father, and you with pleasant and playful ways? "
" Well ! " returned Wemmick. " If I don't bring 'em
here, what does it matter? "
" Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, laying his hand upon my arm,
and smiling openly, " this man must be the most cunning
impostor in all London."
"Not a bit of it," returned Wemmick, growing bolder
and bolder. "I think you're another."
Again they exchanged their former odd looks, each appar-
ently still distrustful that the other was taking him in.
" You with a pleasant home? " said Mr. Jaggers.
" Since it don't interfere with business," returned Wem-
mick, "let it be so. Now, I look at you, sir, I shouldn't
wonder if you might be planning and contriving to have a
pleasant home of your own, one of these days, when you're
tired of all this work."
Mr. Jaggers nodded his head retrospectively two or three
times, and actually drew a sigh. "Pip," said he, "we
won't talk about 'poor dreams ;' you know more about such
things than I, having much fresher experience of that kind.
But now, about this other matter. I'll put a case to you.
Mind! I admit nothing."
He waited for me to declare that I quite understood that
he expressly said that he admitted nothing.
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" Now, Pip, " said Mr. Jaggers, " put this case. Put the
case that a woman, under such circumstances as you have
mentioned, held her child concealed, and was obliged to
communicate the fact to her legal adviser, on his repre-
senting to her that he must know, with an eye to the lati-
tude of his defence, how the fact stood about that child.
Put the case that at the same time he held a trust to find
a child for an eccentric rich lady to adopt and bring up."
"I follow you, sir."
" Put the case that he lived in an atmosphere of evil, and
that all he saw of children was, their being generated in
great numbers for certain destruction. Put the case that
he often saw children solemnly tried at a criminal bar,
where they were held up to be seen; put the case that he
habitually knew of their being imprisoned, whipped, trans-
ported, neglected, cast out, qualified in all ways for the
hangman, and growing up to be hanged. Put the case
that pretty nigh all the children he saw in his daily busi-
ness life, he had reason to look upon as so much spawn, to
develop into the fish that were to come to his net — to be
prosecuted, defended, forsworn, made orphans, bedevilled
somehow."
"I follow you, sir."
" Put the case, Pip, that here was one pretty little child
out of the heap who could be saved; whom the father be-
lieved dead, and dared make no stir about; as to whom,
over the mother, the legal adviser had this power : ' I know
what you did, and how you did it. You came so and so,
you did such and such things to divert suspicion. I have
tracked you through it all, and I tell it you all. Part with
the child, unless it should be necessary to produce it to
clear you, and then it shall be produced. Give the child
into my hands, and I will do my best to bring you off. If
you are saved, your child will be saved too; if you are lost,
your child is still saved.' Put the case that this was done,
and that the woman was cleared."
"I understand you perfectly."
" But that I make no admissions? "
"But that you make no admissions." And Wemmick
repeated, "No admissions."
" Put the case, Pip, that passion and the terror of death
had a little shaken the woman's intellects, and that when
she was set at liberty, she was scared out of the ways of
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the world and went to him to be sheltered. Put the case
that he took her in, and that he kept down the old wild
violent nature, whenever he saw an inkling of its breaking
out, by asserting his power over her in the old way. Do
you comprehend the imaginary case? "
"Quite."
" Put the case that the child grew up, and was married
for money. That the mother was still living. That the
father was still living. That the mother and father, un-
known to one another, were dwelling within so many miles,
furlongs, yards if you like, of one another. That the
secret was still a secret, except that you had got wind of
it. Put that last case to yourself very carefully."
"I do."
" I ask Wemmick to put it to A**mself very carefully. "
And Wemmick said, "I do."
" For whose sake would you reveal the secret? For the
father's? I think he would not be much the better for the
mother. For the mother's? I think if she had done such
a deed she would be safer where she was. For the daugh-
ter's? I think it would hardly serve her, to establish her
parentage for the information of her husband, and to drag
her back to disgrace, after an escape of twenty years,
pretty secure to last for life. But, add the case that you
had loved her, Pip, and had made her the subject of those
' poor dreams ' which have, at one time or another, been in
the heads of more men than you think likely, then I tell
you that you had better — and would much sooner when
you had thought well of it — chop off that bandaged left
hand of yours with your bandaged right hand, and then
pass the chopper on to Wemmick there, to cut that off,
too."
I looked at Wemmick, whose face was very grave. He
gravely touched his lips with his forefinger. I did the
same. Mr. Jaggers did the same. "Now, Wemmick,"
said the latter then, resuming his usual manner, "what
item was it you were at, when Mr. Pip came in? "
Standing by for a little, while they were at work, I ob-
served that the odd looks they had cast at one another were
repeated several times : with this difference now, that each
of them seemed suspicious, not to say conscious, of having
shown himself in a weak and unprofessional light to the
other. For this reason, I suppose, they were now inflex-
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ible with one another; Mr. Jaggers being highly dictatorial,
and Wemmick obstinately justifying himself whenever
there was the smallest point in abeyance for a moment. I
had never seen them on such ill terms; for generally they
got on very well indeed together.
But, they were both happily relieved by the opportune
appearance of Mike, the client with the fur cap, and the
habit of wiping hls"hose on -feisusleeve, whom I had seen on
the very first day of my appearance within those walls.
This individual, who, either in his own person or in that
of some member of his family, seemed to be always in
trouble (which in that place meant Newgate), called to an-
nounce that his eldest daughter was taken up on suspicion
of shop-lifting. As he imparted this melancholy circum-
stance to Wemmick, Mr. Jaggers standing magisterially
before the fire and taking no share in the proceedings,
Mike's eye happened to twinkle with a tear.
" What are you about? " demanded Wemmick, with the
utmost indignation. " What do you come snivelling here
for? »
"I didn't go to do it, Mr. Wemmick."
" You did," said Wemmick. "How dare you? You're
not in a fit state to come here, if you can't come here with-
out spluttering like a bad pen. What do you mean by it? "
"A man can't help his feelings, Mr. Wemmick," pleaded
Mike.
"His what?" demanded Wemmick, quite savagely.
" Say that again ! "
"Now look here, my man," said Mr. Jaggers, advanc-
ing a step, and pointing to the door. "Get out of this
office. I'll have no feelings here. Get out."
" It serves you right," said Wemmick. " Get out."
So the unfortunate Mike very humbly withdrew, and
Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick appeared to have re-established
their good understanding, and went to work again with an
air of refreshment upon them as if they had just had lunch.
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CHAPTER LII. "
FROM Little Britain, I went, with my cheque in my
pocket, to Miss-Skiffins3is-^r6t5grptb»-accountant; and Miss
Skiffins's brother, the accountant, going straight to Clar-
rikeFnTSncHmngiiig Clarriker to me, I had the great satis-
faction of concluding that arrangement. It was the only
good thing I had done, and the only completed thing I had
done, since I was first apprised of my great expectations.
Clarriker informing me on that occasion that the affairs
of the House were steadily progressing, that he would now
be able to establish a small branch-house in the East
which was much wanted for the extension of the business,
and that Herbert in his new partnership capacity would go
out and take charge of it, I found that I must have pre-
pared for a separation from my friend, even though my
own affairs had been more settled. And now indeed I felt
as if my last anchor were loosening its hold, and I should
soon be driving %with the winds and waves.
But, there was recompense in the joy with which Her-
bert would come home of a night and tell me of these
changes, little imagining that he told me no news, and
would sketch airy pictures of himself conducting Clara
Barley to the land of the Arabian Nights, and of me going
out to join them (with a caravan of camels, I believe), and
of our all going up the Nile and seeing wonders. Without
being sanguine as to my own part in those bright plans,
I felt that Herbert's way was clearing fast, and that old
Bill Barlej' had but to stick to his pepper and rum, and his
daughter would soon be happily provided for.
We had now got into the month of March. My left arm,
though it presented no bad symptoms, took in the natural
course so long to heal that I was still unable to get a coat
on. My right arm was tolerably restored; — disfigured, but
fairly serviceable.
On a Monday morning, when Herbert and I were at
breakfast, I received the following letter from Wemmick
by the post.
" Wai worth. Burn this as soon as read. Early in the
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week, or say Wednesday, you might do what you know of,
if you felt disposed to try it. Now burn."
When I had shown this to Herbert and had put it in the
fire — but not before we had both got it by heart — we con-
sidered what to do. For, of course, my being disabled
could now be no longer kept out of view.
" I have thought it over again and again," said Herbert,
" and I think I know a better course than taking a Thames
waterman. Take Startop. A good fellow, a skilled hand,
fond of us, and enthusiastic and honourable."
I had thought of him, more than once.
" But how much would you tell him, Herbert? "
" It is necessary to tell him very little. Let him sup-
pose it a mere freak, but a secret one, until the morning
comes : then let him know that there is urgent reason for
your getting Provis aboard and away. You go with him? "
"No doubt."
"Where?"
It had seemed to me, in the many anxious considerations
I had given the point, almost indifferent what port we made
for — Hamburg, Rotterdam, Antwerp — the place signified
little, so that he was out of England. Any foreign steamer
that fell in our way and would take us up would do. I
had always proposed to myself to get him well down the
river in the boat; certainly well beyond Gravesend, which
was a critical place for search or inquiry if suspicion were
afoot. As foreign steamers would leave London at about
the time of high- water, our plan would be to get down the
river by a previous ebb-tide, and lie by in some quiet spot
until we could pull off to one. The time when one would
be due where we lay, wherever that might be, could be
calculated pretty nearly, if we made inquiries beforehand.
Herbert assented to all this, and we went out immedi-
ately after breakfast to pursue our investigations. We
found that a steamer for Hamburg was likely to suit our
purpose best, and we directed our thoughts chiefly to that
vessel. But we noted down what other foreign steamers
would leave London with the same tide, and we satisfied
ourselves that we knew the build and colour of each. We
then separated for a few hours; I to get at once such pass-
ports as were necessary; Herbert, to see Startop at his
lodgings. We both did what we had to do without any
hindrance, and when we met again at one o'clock reported
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it done. I, for my part, was prepared with passports; Her-
bert had seen Startop, and he was more than ready to join
Those two would pull a pair of oars, we settled, and I
would steer • our charge would be sitter, and keep quiet;
as speed was not our object, we should make way enough.
We arranged that Herbert should not come home to dinner
before going to Mill Pond Bank that evening; that he
should not go there at all, to-morrow evening, Tuesday;
that he should prepare Provis to come down to some Stairs
hard by the house, on Wednesday, when he saw us ap-
proach, and not sooner; that all the arrangements with
him should be concluded that Monday night; and that he
should be communicated with no more in any way, until
we took him on board.
These precautions well understood by both of us, I went
home.
On opening the outer door of our chambers with my key,
I found a letter in the box, directed to me; a very dirty
letter, though not ill- written. It had -been delivered by
hand (of course since I left home), and its contents were
these :
" If you are not afraid to come to the old marshes to-
night or to-morrow night at Nine, and to come to the little
sluice-house by the lime-kiln, you had better come. If you
want information regarding your uncle Provis you had
much better come and tell no one and lose no time. You
must come alone. Bring this with you."
I had had load enough upon my mind before the receipt
of this strange letter. What to do now, I could not tell.
And the worst was, that I must decide quickly, or I should
miss the afternoon coach, which would take me down in
time for to-night. To-morrow night I could not think
of going, for it would be too close upon the time of the
flight. And again, for anything I knew, the proffered in-
formation might have some important bearing on the flight
itself.
If I had had ample time for consideration, I believe I
should still have gone. Having hardly any time for con-
sideration— my watch showing me that the coach started
within half an hour — I resolved to go. I should certainly
not have gone, but for the reference to my Uncle Provis.
That, coming on Wemmick's letter and the morning's
preparation, turned the scale.
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It is so difficult to become clearly possessed of the con*
tents of almost any letter, in a violent hurry, that I had
to read this mysterious epistle again, twice, before its in-
junction to me to be secret got mechanically into my mind.
Yielding to it in the same mechanical kind of way, I left
a note in pencil for Herbert, telling him that as I should
be so soon going away, I knew not for how long, I had de-
cided to hurry down and back, to ascertain for myself how
Miss Havisham was faring. I had then barely time to get
my ^eat-coat, lock up the chambers, and make for the
coach-office by the short byeways. If I had taken a hack-
ney-chariot and gone by the streets, I should have missed
my aim; going as I did, I caught the coach just as it came
out of the yard. I was the only inside passenger, jolting
away knee-deep in straw, when I came to myself.
For, I really had not been myself since the receipt of the
letter; it had so bewildered me, ensuing on the hurry of
the morning. The morning hurry and flutter had been
great, for, long and anxiously as I had waited for Wem-
mick, his hint had come like a surprise at last. And now,
I began to wonder at myself for being in the coach, and to
doubt whether I had sufficient reason for being there, and
to consider whether I should get out presently and go back,
and to argue against ever heeding an anonymous communi-
cation, and, in short, to pass through all those phases of
contradiction and indecision to which I suppose very few
hurried people are strangers. Still, the reference to Pro vis
by name, mastered everything. I reasoned as I had rea-
soned already without knowing it — if that be reasoning — in
case any harm should befall him through my not going,
how could I ever forgive myself !
It was dark before we got down, and the journey seemed
long and dreary to me who could see little of it inside, and
who could not go outside in my disabled state. Avoiding
the Blue Boar, I put up at an inn of minor reputation down
the town, and ordered some dinner. While it was prepar-
ing, I went to Satis House and inquired for Miss Hav-
isham; she was still very ill, though considered something
better.
My inn had once been a part of an ancient ecclesiastical
house, and I dined in a little octagonal common-room, like
a font As I was not able to cut my dinner, the old land-
lord with a shining bald head did it for me. This bringing
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us into conversation, he was so good as to entertain me
with my own story — of course with the popular feature
that Pumblechook was my earliest benefactor and the
founder of my fortunes.
" Do you know the young man? " said I.
"Know him?" repeated the landlord. "Ever since he
was — no height at all."
"Does he ever come back to this neighbourhood? "
"Ay, he comes back," said the landlord, "to his great
friends, now and again, and gives the cold shoulder to the
man that made him."
" What man is that? "
"Him that I speak of," said the landlord. "Mr. Pum-
blechook."
" Is he ungrateful to no one else? "
"No doubt he would be, if he could," returned the land-
lord, " but he can't. And why? Because Pumblechook
done everything for him."
" Does Pumblechook say so? "
" Say so ! " replied the landlord. " He han't no call to
say so."
" But does he say so? "
" It would turn a man's blood to white wine winegar, to
hear him tell of it, sir," said the landlord.
I thought, "Yet Joe, dear Joe, you never tell of it.
Long-suffering and loving Joe, you never complain. Nor
you, sweet-tempered Biddy ! "
" Your appetite's been touched like, by your accident,"
said the landlord, glancing at the bandaged arm under my
coat. "Try a tenderer bit."
"No thank you," I replied, turning from the table to
brood over the fire. " I can eat no more. Please take it
away."
I had never been struck at so keenly, for my thankless-
ness to Joe, as through the brazen impostor Pumblechook.
The falser he, the truer Joe; the meaner he, the nobler Joe.
My heart was deeply and most deservedly humbled as I
mused over the fire for an hour or more. The striking of
the clock aroused me, but not from my dejection or re-
morse, and I got up and had my coat fastened round my
neck, and went out. I had previously sought in my
pockets for the letter, that I might refer to it again, but I
could not find it, and was uneasy to think that it must
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have been dropped in the straw of the coach. I knew very
well, however, that the appointed place was the little sluice-
house by the lime-kiln on the marshes, and the hour nine.
Towards the marshes I now went straight, having no time
to spare.
CHAPTER LIII.
IT was a dark night, though the full moon rose as I left
the enclosed lands, and passed out upon the marshes. Be-
yond their dark line there was a ribbon of clear sky, hardly
broad enough to hold the red large moon. In a few min-
utes she had ascended out of that clear field, in among the
piled mountains of cloud.
There was a melancholy wind, and the marshes were
very dismal. A stranger would have found them insup-
portable, and even to me they were so oppressive that I
hesitated, half inclined to go back. But, I knew them, and
could have found my way on a far darker night, and had
no excuse for returning, being there. So, having come
there against my inclination, I went on against it.
The direction that I took, was not that in which my old
home lay, nor that in which we had pursued the convicts.
My back was turned towards the distant Hulks as I. walked
on, and, though I could see the old lights away on the
spits of sand, I saw them over my shoulder. I knew the
lime-kiln as well as I knew the old Battery, but they were
miles apart; so that if a light had been burning at each
point that night, there would have been a long strip of the
blank horizon between the two bright specks.
At first, I had to shut some gates after me, and now and
then to stand still while the cattle that were lying in the
banked-up pathway, arose and blundered down among the
grass and reeds. But after a little while, I seemed to have
the whole flats to myself.
It was another half -hour before I drew near to the kiln.
The lime was burning with a sluggish stifling smell, but
the fires were made up and left, and no workmen were vis-
ible. Hard by was a small stone-quarry. It lay directly
in my way, and had been worked that day, as I saw by the
tools and barrows that were lying about.
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Coming up again to the marsh level out of this excava-
tion— for the rude path lay through it — I saw a light in
the old sluice-house. I quickened my pace, and knocked
at the door with my hand. Waiting for some reply, I
looked about me, noticing how the sluice was abandoned
and broken, and how the house — of wood with a tiled roof
— would not be proof against the weather much longer, if
it were so even now, and how the mud and ooze were
coated with lime, and how the choking vapour of the kiln
crept in a ghostly way towards me. Still there was no
answer, and I knocked again. No answer still, and I tried
the latch.
It rose under my hand, and the door yielded. Looking
in, I saw a lighted candle on a table, a bench, and a mat-
tress on a truckle bedstead. As there was a loft above, I
called, "Is there any one here?" but no voice answered.
Then, I looked at my watch, and, finding it was past nine,
called again, "Is there any one here? " There being still
no answer, I went out at the door, irresolute what to do.
It was beginning to rain fast. Seeing nothing save what
I had seen already, I turned back into the house, and stood
just within the shelter of the doorway, looking out into the
night. While I was considering that some one must have
been there lately and must soon be coming back, or the
candle would not be burning, it came into my head to look
if the wick were long. I turned round to do so, and had
taken up the candle in my hand, when it was extinguished
by some violent shock, and the next thing I comprehended
was, that I had been caught in a strong running noose,
thrown over my head from behind.
"Now," said a suppressed voice with an oath, "I've got
you ! "
"What is this?" I cried, struggling. "Who is it?
Help, help, help!"
Not only were my arms pulled close to my sides, but the
pressure on my bad arm caused me exquisite pain. Some-
times a strong man's hand, sometimes a strong man's
breast, was set against my mouth to deaden my cries, and
with a hot breath always close to me, I struggled ineffec-
tually in the dark, while I was fastened tight to the wall.
"And now," said the suppressed voice with another oath,
"call out again, and I'll make short work of you! "
Faint and sick with the pain of my injured arm, be-
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wildered by the surprise, and yet conscious how easily this
threat could be put in execution, I desisted, and tried to
ease my arm were it ever so little. But it was bound too
tight for that. I felt as if, having been burnt before, it
were now being boiled.
The sudden exclusion of the night and the substitution
of black darkness in its place, warned me that the man had
closed a shutter. After groping about for a little, he found
the flint and steel he wanted, and began to strike a light.
I strained my sight upon the sparks that fell among the
tinder, and upon which he breathed and breathed, match
in hand, but I could only see his lips, and the blue point
of the match; even those but fitfully. The tinder was
damp — no wonder there — and one after another the sparks
died out.
The man was in no hurry, and struck again with the
flint and steel. As the sparks fell thick and bright about
him, I could see his hands and touches of his face, and
could make out that he was seated and bending over the
table; but nothing more. Presently I saw his blue lips
again, breathing on the tinder, and then a flare of light
flashed up, and showed me Orlick.
Whom I had looked for, I don't know. I had not looked
for him. Seeing him, I felt that I was in a dangerous strait
indeed, and I kept my eyes upon him.
He lighted the candle from the flaring match with great
deliberation, and dropped the match, and trod it out.
Then, he put the candle away from him on the table, so
that he could see me, and sat with his arms folded on the
table and looked at me. I made out that I was fastened
to a stout perpendicular ladder a few inches from the wall
— a fixture there — the means of ascent to the loft above.
"Now," said he, when we had surveyed one another for
some time, "I've got you."
" Unbind me. Let me go ! "
" Ah ! " he returned, " 1 '11 let you go. I'll let you go to
the moon, I'll let you go to the stars. All in good time."
" Why have you lured me here?"
"Don't you know? " said he, with a deadly look.
" Why have you set upon me in the dark? "
" Because I mean to do it all myself. One keeps a secret
better than two. Oh, you enemy, you enemy ! "
His enjoyment of the spectacle I furnished, as he sat
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with his arms folded on the table, shaking his head at me
and hugging himself, had a malignity in it that made me
tremble. As I watched him in silence, he put his hand
into the corner at his side, and took up a gun with a brass-
bound stock.
" Do you know this? " said he, making as if he would
take aim at me. "Do you know where you saw it afore?
Speak, wolf!"
" Yes," I answered.
" You cost me that place. You did. Speak ! "
" What else could I do? "
" You did that, and that would be enough, without more.
How dared you come betwixt me and a young woman I
liked?"
" When did I? "
"When didn't you? It was you as always give Old
Orlick a bad name to her."
" You gave it to yourself; you gained it for yourself. I
could have done you no harm, if you had done yourself
none."
"You're a liar. And you'll take any pains, and spend
any money, to drive me out of this country, will you? "
said he, repeating my words to Biddy, in the last interview
I had with her. "Now, I'll tell you a piece of informa-
tion. It was never so worth your while to get me out of
this country, as it is to-night. Ah ! If it was all your
money twenty times told, to the last brass farden ! " As
he shook his heavy hand at me, with his mouth snarling
like a tiger's, I felt that it was true.
" What are you going to do to me? "
"I'm a going," said he, bringing his fist down upon the
table with a heavy blow, and rising as the blow fell, to
give it greater force, "I'm a going to have your life ! "
He leaned forward staring at me, slowly unclenched his
hand and drew it across his mouth as if his mouth watered
for me, and sat down again.
" You was always in Old Orlick' s way since ever you
was a child. You goes out of his way this present night.
He'll have no more on you. You're dead."
I felt that I had come to the brink of my grave. For a
moment I looked wildly round my trap for any chance of
escape; but there was none.
" More than that," said he, folding his arms on the table
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again, " I won't have a rag of you, I won't have a bone of
you, left on earth. I'll put your body in the kiln — I'd
carry two such to it, on my shoulders — and, let people sup-
pose what they may of you, they shall never know nothing."
My mind, with inconceivable rapidity, followed out all
the consequences of such a death. Estella's father would
/believe I had deserted him, would be taken, would die ac-
{ cusing me; even Herbert would doubt me, when he com-
\ pared the letter I had left for him, with the fact that I had
i called at Miss Havisham's gate for only a moment; Joe
and Biddy would never know how sorry I had been that
night, none would ever know what I had suffered, how
true I had meant to be, what au agony I had passed
\ through. The death close before me was terrible, but far
\ more terrible than death was the dread of being misremem-
\bered after death. And so quick were my thoughts, that I
teaw myself despised by unborn generations — Estella's chil-
dren, and their children — while the wretch's words were
yet on his lips.
"Now, wolf," said he, "afore I kill you like any other
beast — which is wot I mean to do and wot I have tied you
up for — I'll have a good look at you and a good goad at
you. Oh, you enemy ! "
It had passed through my thoughts to cry out for help
again; though few could know better than I, the solitary
nature of the spot, and the hopelessness of aid. But as he
sat gloating over me, I was supported by a scornful detes-
tation of him that sealed my lips. Above all things, I re-
solved that I would not entreat him, and that I would die
making some last poor resistance to him. Softened as my
thoughts of all the rest of men were in that dire extremity ;
humbly beseeching pardon, as I did, of Heaven; melted at
heart, as I was, by the thought that I had taken no fare-
well, and never now could take farewell, of those who were
dear to me, or could explain myself to them, or ask for
their compassion on my miserable errors; still, if I could
have killed him, even in dying, I would have done it.
He had been drinking, and his eyes were red and blood-
shot. Around his neck was slung a tin bottle,' as I had
often seen his meat and drink slung about him in other
days. He brought the bottle to his lips, and took a fiery
drink from it; and I smelt the strong spirits that I saw
flash into his face.
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"Wolf! " said he, folding his arms again, "Old Orlick's
a going to tell you somethink. It was you as did for your
shrew sister."
Again my mind, with its former inconceivable rapidity,
had exhausted the whole subject of the attack upon my
sister, her illness, and her death, before his slow and hesi-
tating speech had formed those words.
"It was you, villain," said I.
" I tell you it was your doing — I tell you it was done
through you," he retorted, catching up the gun, and mak-
ing a blow with the stock at the vacant air between us. "I
come upon her from behind, as I come upon you to-night.
I giv' it her ! I left her for dead, and if there had been a
lime-kiln as nigh her as there is now nigh you, she
shouldn't have come to life again. But it warn't Old
Orlick as did it; it was you You was favoured, and he
was bullied and beat. Old Orlick bullied and beat, eh?
Now you pays for it. You done it; now you pays for it."
He drank again, and became more ferocious. I saw by
his tilting of the bottle that there was no great quantity
left in it I distinctly understood that he was working
himself up with its contents, to make an end of me. I
knew that every drop it held, was a drop of my life. I
knew that when I was changed into a part of the vapour
that had crept towards me but a little while before, like
my own warning ghost, he would do as he had done in my
sister's case — make all haste to the town, and be seen
slouching about there, drinking at the ale-houses. My
rapid mind pursued him to the town, made a picture of the
street with him in it, and contrasted its lights and life with
the lonely marsh and the white vapour creeping over it,
into which I should have dissolved.
It was not only that I could have summed up years and
years and years while he said a dozen words, but that what
he did say, presented pictures to me, and not mere words.
In the excited and exalted state of my brain, I could not
think of a place without seeing it, or of persons without
seeing them. It is impossible to over-state the vividness of
these images, and yet I was so intent, all the time, upon him
himself — who would not be intent on the tiger crouching to
spring ! — that I knew of the slightest action of his fingers.
When he had drunk this second time, he rose from the
bench on which he sat, and pushed the table aside. Then,
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he took up the candle, and shading it with his murderous
hand so as to throw its light on me, stood before me, look-
ing at me and enjoying the sight.
J' Wolf, I'll tell you something more. It was Old Orlick
/as you tumbled over on your stairs that night."
I saw the staircase with its extinguished lamps. I saw
/ the shadows of the heavy stair-rails, thrown by the watch-
man's lantern on the wall. I saw the rooms that I was
never to see again; here, a door half open; there, a door
closed; all the articles of furniture around.
-—.I* And why was Old Orlick there? I'll tell you some-
thing more, wolf. You and her have pretty well hunted
me out of this country, so far as getting an easy living in
it goes, and I've took up with new companions and new
masters. Some of 'em writes my letters when I wants 'em
wrote — do you mind? — writes my letters, wolf! They
writes fifty hands; they're not like sneaking you, as writes
but one. I've had a firm mind and a firm will to have
your life, since you was down here at your sister's burying.
I han't seen a way to get you safe, and I've looked arter
you to know your ins and outs. For, says Old Orlick to
himself, 'Somehow or another I'll have him!' What!
When I looks for you, I finds your uncle Provis, eh? "
Mill Pond Bank, and Chinks' s Basin, and the Old Green
' Copper Rope- Walk, all so clear and plain! Provis in his
rooms, the signal whose use was over, pretty Clara, the
good motherly woman, old Bill Barley on his back, all
drifting by, as on the swift stream of my life fast running
out to sea !
You with a uncle too ! Why, I knowed you at Gar-
gery's when you was so small a wolf that I could have
took your weazen betwixt this finger and thumb and
chucked you away dead (as I'd thoughts o' doing, odd
times, when I saw you a loitering among the pollards on a
Sunday) and you hadn't found no uncles then. No, not
you! But when Old Orlick come for to hear that your
uncle Provis had mostlike wore the leg-iron wot Old Orlick
had picked up, filed asunder, on these meshes ever so many
year ago, and wot he kep by him till he dropped your sis-
ter with it, like a bullock, as he means to drop you — hey?
— when he come for to hear that — hey? —
In his savage taunting, he flared the candle so close at
me, that I turned my face aside to save it from the flame.
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"Ah!" he cried, laughing, after doing it again, "the
burnt child dreads the fire ! Old Orlick knowed you was
burnt, Old Orlick knowed you was a smuggling your uncle
Provis away, Old Orlick' s a match for you and knowed
you'd come to-night! Now I'll tell you something more,
wolf, and this ends it. There's them that's as good a
match for your uncle Provis as Old Orlick has been for
you. Let him 'ware them when he's lost his nevvy. Let
him 'ware them, when no man can't find a rag of his dear
relation's clothes, nor yet a bone of his body. There's
them that can't and won't have Magwitch — yes, 1 know
the name! — alive in the same land with them, and that's
had such sure information of him when he was alive in an-
other land, as that he couldn't and shouldn't leave it un-
beknown and put them in danger. P'raps it's them that
writes fifty hands, and that's not like sneaking you as writes
but one. 'Ware Compeyson, Magwitch, and the gallows ! "
He flared the candle at me again, smoking my face and
hair, and for an instant blinding me, and turned his power-
ful back as he replaced the light on the table. I had
thought a prayer, and had been with Joe and Biddy and
Herbert, before he turned towards me again.
There was a clear space of a few feet between the table
and the opposite wall. Within this space, he now slouched
backwards and forwards. His great strength seemed to sit
stronger upon him than ever before, as he did this with his
hands hanging loose and heavy at his sides, and with his
eyes scowling at me. I had no grain of hope left. Wild
as my inward hurry was, and wonderful the force of the
pictures that rushed by me instead of thoughts, I could yet
clearly understand that unless he had resolved that I was
within a few moments of surely perishing out of all human
knowledge, he would never have told me what he had told.
Of a sudden, he stopped, took the cork out of his bottle,
and tossed it away. Light as it was, I heard it fall like a
plummet. He swallowed slowly, tilting up the bottle by
little and little, and now he looked at me no more. The
last few drops of liquor he poured into the palm of his
hand, and licked up. Then with a sudden hurry of vio-
lence and swearing horribly, he threw the bottle from him,
and stooped; and I saw in his hand a stone-hammer with
a long heavy handle.
The resolution I had made did not desert me, for, with-
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out uttering one vain word of appeal to him, I shouted out
with all my might, and struggled with all my might. It
was only my head and my legs that I could move, but to
that extent I struggled with all the force, until then un-
known, that was within me. In the same instant I heard
responsive shouts, saw figures and a gleam of light dash in
at the door, heard voices and tumult, and saw Orlick
emerge from a struggle of men, as if it were tumbling
water, clear the table at a leap, and fly out into the night !
After a blank, I found that I was lying unbound, on the
floor, in the same place, with my head on some one's knee.
My eyes were fixed on the ladder against the wall, when I
came to myself — had opened on it before my mind saw it —
and thus as I recovered consciousness, I knew that I was
.in the place where I had lost it.
Too indifferent at first, even to look round and ascertain
who supported me, I was lying looking at the ladder, when
there came between me and it, a face. The face of Trabb's
boy!
"I think he's all right!" said Trabb's boy, in a sober
voice; " but ain't he just pale though ! n
At these words, the face of him who supported me looked
over into mine, and I saw my supporter to be
" Herbert ! Great Heaven ! "
"Softly," said Herbert. "Gently, Handel. Don't be
too eager."
" And our old comradej-Startog ! " I cried, as he too bent
over me.
" Remember what he is going to assist us in," said Her-
bert, "and be calm."
The allusion made me spring up; though I dropped
again from the pain in my arm. " The time has not gone
by, Herbert, has it? What night is to-night? How long
have I been here? " For, I had a strange and strong mis-
giving that I had been lying there a long time — a day and
a night — two days and nights — more.
"The time has not gone by. It is still Monday night."
"Thank God!"
"And you have all to-morrow, Tuesday, to rest in," said
Herbert. "But you can't help groaning, my dear Handel.
What hurt have you got? Can you stand? "
"Yes, yes," said I, "I can walk. I have no hurt but
in this throbbing arm."
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They laid it bare, and did what they could. It was vio-
lently swollen and inflamed, and I could scarcely endure
to have it touched. But, they tore up their handkerchiefs
to make fresh bandages, and carefully replaced it in the
sling, until we could get to the town and obtain some cool-
ing lotion to put upon it. In a little while we had shut
the door of the dark and empty sluice-house, and were
passing through the quarry on our way back. Trabb's boy
— Trabb's overgrown young man now — went before us with
a lantern, which was the light I had seen come in at the
door. But, the moon was a good two hours higher than
when I had last seen the sky, and the night though rainy
was much lighter. The white vapour of the kiln was pass-
ing from us as we went by, and, as I had thought a prayer
before, I thought a thanksgiving now.
Entreating Herbert to tell me how he had come to my
rescue — which at first he had flatly refused to do, but had
insisted on my remaining quiet — I learnt that I had in
my hurry dropped the letter, open, in our chambers, where
he, coming home to bring with him Startop, whom he had
met in the street on his way to me, found it, very soon
after I was gone. Its tone made him uneasy, and the more
so because of the inconsistency between it and the hasty
letter I had left for him. His uneasiness increasing instead
of subsiding after a quarter of an hour's consideration, he
set off for the coach-office, with Startop, who volunteered
his company, to make inquiry when the next coach went
down. Finding that the afternoon coach was gone, and
finding that his uneasiness grew into positive alarm, as ob-
stacles came in his way, he resolved to follow in a post-
chaise. So, he and Startop arrived at the Blue Boar, fully
expecting there to find me, or tidings of me; but, finding
neither, went on to Miss Havisham's, where they lost me.
Hereupon they went back to the hotel (doubtless at about
the time when I was hearing the popular local version of
my own story), to refresh themselves and to get some one
to guide them out upon the marshes. Among the loungers
under the Boar's archway, happened to be Trabb's boy —
true to his ancient habit of happening to be everywhere
where he had no business — and Trabb's boy had seen me
passing from Miss Havisham's, in the direction of my din-
ing-place. Thus, Trabb's boy became their guide, and
with him they went out to the sluice-house : though by the
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town way to the marshes, which I had avoided. Now, as
they went along, Herbert reflected, that I might, after all,
have been brought there on some genuine and serviceable
errand tending to Provis's safety, and bethinking himself
that in that case interruption might be mischievous, left
his guide and Startop on the edge of the quarry, and went
on by himself, and stole round the house two or three
times, endeavouring to ascertain whether all was right
within. As he could hear nothing but indistinct sounds of
one deep rough voice (this was while my mind was so
busy), he even at last began to doubt whether I was there,
when suddenly I cried out loudly, and he answered the
cries, and rushed in, closely followed by the other two.
When I told Herbert what had passed within the house,
he was for our immediately going before a magistrate in
the town, late at night as it was, and getting out a war-
rant. But, I had already considered that such a course, by
detaining us there, or binding us to come back, might be
fatal to Provis. There was no gainsaying this difficulty,
and we relinquished all thoughts of pursuing Orlick at
that time. For the present, under the circumstances, we
deemed it prudent to make rather light of the matter to
Trabb's boy; who I am convinced would have been much
affected by disappointment, if he had known that his inter-
vention saved me from the lime-kiln. Not that Trabb's
boy was of a malignant nature, but that he had too much
spare vivacity, and that it was in his constitution to want
variety and excitement at anybody's expense. When we
parted, I presented him with two guineas (which seemed to
meet his views), and told him that I was sorry ever to
have had an ill opinion of him (which made no impression
on him at all).
Wednesday being so close upon us, we determined to go
back to London that night, three in the post-chaise; the
rather, as we should then be clear away, before the night's
adventure began to be talked of. Herbert got a large bot-
tle of stuff for my arm, and by dint of having this stuff
dropped over it all the night through, I was just able to
bear its pain on the journey. It was daylight when we
reached the Temple, and I went at once to bed, and lay in
bed all day.
My terror, as I lay there, of falling ill and being unfitted
for to-morrow, was so besetting, that I wonder it did not
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disable me of itself. It would have done so, pretty surely,
in conjunction with the mental wear and tear I had suf-
fered, but for the unnatural strain upon me that to-morrow
was. So anxiously looked forward to, charged with such
consequences, its results so impenetrably hidden though so
near.
No precaution could have been more obvious than our re-
fraining from communication with him that day; yet this
again increased my restlessness. I started at every foot-
step and every sound, believing that he was discovered and
taken, and this was the messenger to tell me so. I per-
suaded myself that I knew he was taken; that there was
something more upon my mind than a fear or a presenti-
ment; that the fact had occurred, and I had a mysterious
knowledge of it. As the day wore on and no ill news
came, as the day closed in and darkness fell, my over-
shadowing dread of being disabled by illness before to-
morrow morning, altogether mastered me. My burning
arm throbbed, and my burning head throbbed, and I fan-
cied I was beginning to wander. I counted up to high
numbers, to make sure of myself, and repeated passages
that I knew in prose and verse. It happened sometimes
that in the mere escape of a fatigued mind, I dozed for
some moments or forgot; then I would say to myself with
a start, " Now it has come, and I am turning delirious ! "
They kept me very quiet all day, and kept my arm con-
stantly dressed, and gave me cooling drinks. Whenever I
fell asleep, I awoke with the notion I had had in the sluice-
house, that a long time had elapsed and the opportunity to
save him was gone. About midnight I got out of bed and
went to Herbert, with the conviction that I had been asleep
for four-and-twenty hours, and that Wednesday was past.
It was the last self-exhausting effort of my fretfulness, for
after that, I slept soundly.
Wednesday morning was dawning when I looked out of
window. The winking lights upon the bridges were already
pale, the coming sun was like a marsh of fire on the hori-
zon. The river, still dark and mysterious, was spanned by
bridges that were turning coldly grey, with here and there
at top a warm touch from the burning in the sky. As I
looked along the clustered roofs, with church towers and
spires shooting into the unusually clear air, the sun rose up,
and a veil seemed to be drawn from the river, and millions
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of sparkles burst out upon its waters. From me, too, a
veil seemed to be drawn, and I felt strong and well.
Herbert lay asleep in his bed, and our old fellow-student
lay asleep on the sofa. I could not dress myself without
help, but I made up the fire which was still burning, and
got some coffee ready for them. In good time they too
started up strong and well, and we admitted the sharp
morning air at the windows, and looked at the tide that
was still flowing towards us.
"When it turns at nine o'clock," said Herbert, cheer-
fully, " look out for us, and stand ready, you over there at
Mill Pond Bank."
CHAPTER LIV.
IT was one of those March days when the sun shines hot
and the wind blows cold : when it is summer in the light,
and winter in the shade. We had our pea-coats with us,
and I took a bag. Of all my worldly possessions I took no
more than the few necessaries that filled the bag. Where
I might go, what I might do, or when I might return, were
questions utterly unknown to me; nor did I vex my mind
with them, for it was wholly set on Provis's safety. I
only wondered for the passing moment, as I stopped at the
door and looked back, under what altered circumstances \
should next see those rooms, if ever.
We loitered down to the Temple stairs, and stood loiter-
ing there, as if we were not quite decided to go upon the
water at all. Of course I had taken care that the boat
should be ready, and everything in order. After a little
show of indecision, which there were none to see but the
two or three amphibious creatures belonging to our Tem-
ple stairs, we went on board and cast off; Herbert in the
bow, I steering. It was then about high-water — half-past
eight.
Our plan was this. The tide, beginning to run down at
nine, and being with us until three, we intended still to
creep on after it had turned, and row against it until dark.
We should then be well in those long reaches below Graves-
end, between Kent and Essex, where the river is broad and
solitary, where the water-side inhabitants are very few,
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and where lone public-houses are scattered here and there,
of which we could choose one for a resting-place. There,
we .meant to lie by, all night. The steamer for Hamburg,
and the steamer for Rotterdam, would start for London at
about nine on Thursday morning. We should know at
what time to expect them, according to where we were, and
would hail the first; so that if by any accident we were
not taken aboard, we should have another chance. We
knew the distinguishing marks of each vessel.
The relief of being at last engaged in the execution of
the purpose, was so great to me that I felt it difficult to
realise the condition which I had been in a few hours be-
fore. The crisp air, the sunlight, the movement on the
river, and the moving river itself — the road that ran with
us, seeming to sympathise with us, animate us, and encour-
age us on — freshened me with new hope. I felt mortified
to be of so little use in the boat; but there were few better
oarsmen than my two friends, and they rowed with a
steady stroke, that was to last all day.
At that time, the steam-traffic on the Thames was far
below its present extent, and watermen's boats were far
more numerous. Of barges, sailing colliers, and coasting
traders, there were perhaps as many as now; but, of steam-
ships, great and small, not a tithe or a twentieth part so
many. Early as it was, there were plenty of scullers go-
ing here and there that morning, and plenty of barges drop-
ping down with the tide; the navigation of the river be-
tween bridges, in an open boat, was a much easier and com-
moner matter in those days than it is in these; and we
went ahead among many skiffs and wherries, briskly.
Old London Bridge was soon passed, and old Billings-
gate market with its oyster-boats and Dutchmen, and the
White Tower and Traitor's Gate, and we were in among
the tiers of shipping. Here, were the Leith, Aberdeen,
and Glasgow steamers, loading and unloading goods, and
looking immensely high out of the water as we passed
alongside; here, were colliers by the score and score, with
the coal-whippers plunging off stages on deck, as counter-
weights to measures of coal swinging up, which were then
rattled over the side into barges; here, at her moorings,
was to-morrow's steamer for Rotterdam, of which we took
good notice; and here to-morrow's for Hamburg, under
whose bowsprit we crossed. And now I, sitting in the
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stern, could see with a faster beating heart, Mill Pond
Bank and Mill Pond stairs.
" Is he there? " said Herbert. •
"Not yet."
" Right ! He was not to come down till he saw us. Can
you see his signal? "
"Not well from here; but I think I see it. — Now I see
him ! Pull both. Easy, Herbert. Oars ! "
We touched the stairs lightly for a single moment, and
he was on board and we were off again. He had a boat-
cloak with him, and a black canvas bag, and he looked as
like a river-pilot as my heart could have wished.
" Dear boy ! " he said, putting his arm on my shoulder,
as he took his seat. "Faithful dear boy, well done.
Thankye, thankye ! "
Again among the tiers of shipping, in and out, avoiding
rusty chain-cables, frayed hempen hawsers, and bobbing
buoys, sinking for the moment floating broken baskets,
scattering floating chips of wood and shaving, cleaving
floating scum of coal, in and out, under the figure-head of
the John of Sunderland making a speech to the winds (as
is done by many Johns), and the Betsy of Yarmouth with
a firm formality of bosom and her nobby eyes starting two
inches out of her head; in and out, hammers going in ship-
builders' yards, saws going at timber, clashing engines go-
ing at things unknown, pumps going in leaky ships, cap-
stans going, ships going out to sea, and unintelligible sea-
creatures roaring curses over the bulwarks at respondent
lightermen; in and out — out at last upon the clearer
river, where the ships' boys might take their fenders in,
no longer fishing in troubled waters with them over the
side, and where the festooned sails might fly out to the
wind.
At the Stairs where we had taken him aboard, and ever
since, I had looked warily for any token of our being sus-
pected. I had seen none. We certainly had not been, and
at that time as certainly we were not, either attended or
followed by any boat. If we had been waited on by any
boat, I should have run in to shore, and have obliged her
to go on, or to make her purpose evident. But, we held
our own, without any appearance of molestation.
He had his boat-cloak on him, and looked, as I have
said, a natural part of the scene. It was remarkable (but
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perhaps the wretched life he had led accounted for it),
that he was the least anxious of any of us. He was not
indifferent, for he told me that he hoped to live to see his
gentleman one of the best of gentlemen in a foreign coun-
try; he was not disposed to be passive or resigned, as I
understood it; but he had no notion of meeting danger half
way. When it came upon him, he confronted it, but it
must come before he troubled himself.
"If you knowed, dear boy," he said to me, "what it is
to sit here alonger my dear boy and have my smoke, arter
having been day by day betwixt four walls, you'd envy
me. But you don't know what it is."
" I think I know the delights of freedom," I answered.
"Ah," said he, shaking his head gravely. "But you
don't know it equal to me. You must have been under
lock and key, dear boy, to know it equal to me — but I ain't
a going to be low."
It occurred to me as inconsistent, that for any mastering
idea, he should have endangered his freedom and even his
life. But I reflected that perhaps freedom without danger
was too much apart from all the habit of his existence to
be to him what it would be to another man. I was not far
out, since he said, after smoking a little :
"You see, dear boy, when I was over yonder, t'other
side the world, I was always a looking to this side; and it
come flat to be there, for all I was a growing rich. Every-
body knowed Magwitch, and Magwitch could come, and
Magwitch could go, and nobody's head would be troubled
about him. They ain't so easy concerning me here, dear
boy — wouldn't be, leastwise, if they knowed where I was."
"If all goes well," said I, "you will be perfectly free
and safe again, within a few hours."
" Well," he returned, drawing a long breath, " I hope so."
"And think so?"
He dipped his hand in the water over the boat's gun-
wale, and said, smiling with that softened air upon him
which was not new to me :
"Ay, I s'pose I think so, dear boy. We'd be puzzled
to be more quiet and easy-going than we are at present.
But — it's a flowing so soft and pleasant through the water,
p'raps, as makes me think it — I was a thinking through
my smoke just then, that we can no more see to the bottom
of the next few hours, than we can see to the bottom oi
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this river what I catches hold of. Nor yet we can't no
more hold their tide than I can hold this. And it's run
through my fingers and gone, you see ! " holding up his
dripping hand.
"But for your face, I should think you were a little de-
spondent," said 1.
" Not a bit on it, dear boy ! It comes of flowing on so
quiet, and of that there rippling at the boat's head making
a sort of a Sunday tune. Maybe I'm a growing a trifle old
besides."
He put his pipe back in his mouth with an undisturbed
expression of face, and sat as composed and contented as if
we were already out of England. Yet he was as submis-
sive to a word of advice as if he had been in constant ter-
ror, for, when we ran ashore to get some bottles of beer
into the boat, and he was stepping out, I hinted that I
thought he would be safest where he was, and he said,
"Do you, dear boy? " and quietly sat down again.
The air felt cold upon the river, but it was a bright day,
and the sunshine was very cheering. The tide ran strong,
I took care to lose none of it, and our steady stroke carried
us on thoroughly well. By imperceptible degrees, as the
tide ran out we lost more and more of the nearer woods and
hills, and dropped lower and lower between the muddy
banks, but the tide was yet with us when we were off
Gravesend. As our charge was wrapped in his cloak, I
purposely passed within a boat or two's length of the float-
ing Custom House, and so out to catch the stream, along-
side of two emigrant ships, and under the bows of a large
transport with troops on the forecastle looking down at us.
And goon the tide began to slacken, and the craft lying at
anchor to swing, and presently they had all swung round,
and the ships that were taking advantage of the new tide
to get up to the Pool, began to crowd upon us in a fleet,
and we kept under the shore, as much out of the strength
of the tide now as we could, standing carefully off from
low shallows and mud-banks.
Our oarsmen were so fresh, by dint of having occasion-
ally let her drive with the tide for a minute or two, that a
quarter of an hour's rest proved full as much as they
wanted We got ashore among some slippery stones while
we ate and drank what we had with us, and looked about.
It was like my own marsh country, flat and monotonous,
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and with a dim horizon; while the winding river turned
and turned, and the great floating buoys upon it turned and
turned, and everything else seemed stranded and still. For
now, the last of the fleet of ships was round the last low
point we had headed; and the last green barge, straw-
laden, with a brown sail, had followed ; and some ballast-
lighters, shaped like a child's first rude imitation of a boat,
lay low in the mud; and a little squat shoal-lighthouse on
open piles, stood crippled in the mud on stilts and crutches;
and slimy stakes stuck out of the mud, and slimy stones
stuck out of the mud, and red landmarks and tidemarks
stuck out of the mud, and an old landing-stage and an old
roofless building slipped into the mud, and all about us was
stagnation and mud.
We pushed off again, and made what way we could. It
was much harder work now, but Herbert and Startop per-
severed, and rowed, and rowed, and rowed, until the sun
went down. By that time the river had lifted us a little,
so that we could see above the bank. There was the red
sun, on the low level of the shore, in a purple haze, fast
deepening into black; and there was the solitary flat marsh;
and far away there were the rising grounds, between which
and us there seemed to be no life, save here and there in
the foreground a melancholy gull.
As the night was fast falling, and as the moon, being
past the full, would not rise early, we held a little council :
a short one, for clearly our course was to lie by at the first
lonely tavern we could find. So they plied their oars once
more, and I .looked out for anything like a house. Thus
we held on, speaking little, for four or five dull miles. It
was very cold, and a collier coming by us, with her galley-
fire smoking and flaring, looked like a comfortable home.
The night was dark by this time as it would be until morn-
ing; what light we had, seemed to come more from the
river than the sky, as the oars in their dipping struck at a
few reflected stars.
At this dismal time we were evidently all possessed by
the idea that we were followed. As the tide made, it
flapped heavily at irregular intervals against the shore; and
whenever such a sound came, one or other of us was sure
to start and look in that direction. Here and there, the set
of the current had worn down the bank into a little creek,
and we were all suspicious of such places, and eyed them
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nervously. Sometimes, " What was that ripple? " one of
us would say in a low voice. Or another, " Is that a boat
yonder? " And afterwards, we would fall into a dead- si-
lence, and 1 would sit impatiently thinking with what an
unusual amount of noise the oars worked in the thowels.
At length we descried a light and a roof, and presently
afterwards ran alongside a little causeway made of stones
that had been picked up hard by. Leaving the rest in the
boat, I stepped ashore, and found the light to be in the
window of a public-house. It was a dirty place enough,
and I dare say not unknown to smuggling adventurers; but
there was a good fire in the kitchen, and there were eggs
and bacon to eat, and various liquors to drink! Also, there
were two double-bedded rooms — "such as they were," the
landlord said. No other company was in the house than
the landlord, his wife, and a grizzled male creature, the
"Jack" of the little causeway, who was as slimj and
FmnfWy-Qg if he had been low- water mark too.
With this assistant, I went down to the boat again, and
we all came ashore, and brought out the oars, and rudder,
and boat-hook, and all else, and hauled her up for the night
We made a very goooT'tlTeal by the kitchen fire, and then
apportioned, the bedrooms : Herbert and Startop were to
occupy one; I and our charge the other We found the
air as carefully excluded from both as if air were fatal to
life; and there were more dirty clothes and bandboxes un-
der the beds, than I should have thought the family pos-
sessed. But, we considered ourselves well off, notwith-
standing, for a more solitary place we could not have
found.
While we were comforting ourselves by the fire after our
meal, the Jack — who was sitting in a corner, and who had
a bloated pair of shoes on, which he had exhibited while
we were eating our eggs and bacon, as interesting relics that
he had taken a few days ago from the feet of a drowned
seaman washed ashore — asked me if we had seen a four-
oared galley going up with the tide? When I told him No,
he said she must have gone down then, and yet she " took
up too," when she left there.
" They must ha' thought better on't for some reason or
another," said the Jack, "and gone down."
"A four-oared galley did you say? " said I.
"A four," said the Jack, "and two sitters/'
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"Did they come ashore here? "
" They put in with a stone two-gallon jar, for some beer,
I'd ha' been glad to pison the beer myself," said the Jack,
"or put some rattling physic in it."
"Why?"
"7 know why," said the Jack. He spoke in a slushy
voice, as if much mud had washed into his throat.
"He thinks," said the landlord: a weakly meditative
man with a pale eye, who seemed to rely greatly on his
Jack: "he thinks they was, what they wasn't."
" 1 knows what I thinks," observed the Jack.
" You thinks Custom 'Us, Jack? " said the landlord.
"I do," said the Jack.
"Then you're wrong, Jack."
"Anl!"
In the infinite meaning of his reply and his boundless
confidence in his views, the Jack took one of his bloated
shoes off, looked into it, knocked a few stones out of it on
the kitchen floor, and put it on again. He did this with
the air of a Jack who was so right that he could afford to
do anything.
" Why, what do you make out that they done with their
buttons, then, Jack?" asked the landlord, vacillating
weakly.
" Done with their buttons? " returned the Jack.
"Chucked 'em overboard. Swallered 'em. Sowed 'em,
to come up small salad. Done with their buttons ! "
"Don't be cheeky, Jack," remonstrated the landlord, :n
a melancholy and pathetic way.
"A Custom 'Us officer knows what to do with his But-
tons," said the Jack, repeating the obnoxious word with the
greatest contempt, " when they comes betwixt him and his
own light. A Four and two sitters don't go hanging and
hovering, up with one tide and down with another, and
both with and against another, without there being Custom
'Us at the bottom of it." Saying which he went out in
disdain; and the landlord, having no one to rely upon,
found it impracticable to pursue the subject.
This dialogue made us all uneasy, and me very uneasy.
The dismal wind was muttering round the house, the tide
was flapping at the shore, and I had a feeling that we
were caged and threatened. A four-oared galley hovering
about in so unusual a way as to attract this notice, was an
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ugly circumstance that I could not get rid of. When I had
induced Provis to go up to bed, I went outside with my
two companions (Startop by this time knew the state of
the case), and held another council. Whether we should
remain at the house until near the steamer's time, which
would be about one in the afternoon; or whether we should
put off early in the morning; was the question we dis-
cussed. On the whole we deemed it the better course to
lie where we were, until within an hour or so of the steam-
er's time, and then to get out in her track, and drift easily
with the tide. Having settled to do this, we returned into
the house and went to bed.
I lay down with the greater part of my clothes on, and
slept well for a few hours. When I awoke, the wind had
risen, and the sign of the house (the Ship) was creaking
and banging about, with noises that startled me. Rising
softly, for my charge lay fast asleep, I looked out of the
window. It commanded the causeway where we had hauled
up our boat, and, as my eyes adapted^themselves to the
light of the clouded moon, I saw two men looking into her.
They passed by under the window, looking at nothing else,
and they did no* go down to the landing-place which I
could discern to be empty, but struck across the marsh in
the direction of the Nore.
My first impulse was to call up Herbert, and show him
the two men going away. But, reflecting before I got into
his room, which was at the back of the house and adjoined
mine, that he and Startop had had a harder day than I,
and were fatigued, I_£orebore. Going back to my window
see the tw
I could see the two men moving over the marsh. In that
light, however, I soon lost them, and feeling very cold, lay
down to think of the matter and fell asleep again.
We were up early. As we walked to and fro, all four
together, before breakfast, I deemed it right to recount
what I had seen. Again our charge was the least anxious
of the party. It was very likely that the men belonged to
the Custom House, he said quietly, and that they had no
thought of us. I tried to persuade myself that it was so —
as, indeed, it might easily be. However, I proposed that
he and I should walk away together to a distant point we
could see, and that the boat should take us aboard there,
or as near there as might prove feasible, at about noon.
This being considered a good precaution, soon after break
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fast he and I set forth, without saying anything at the
tavern.
He smoked his pipe as we went along, and sometimes
stopped to clap me on the shoulder. One would have sup-
posed that it was I who was in danger, not he, and that he
was reassuring me. We spoke very little. As we ap-
proached the point, I begged him to remain in a sheltered
place, while I went on to reconnoitre; for it was towards
it that the men had passed in the night. He complied,
and I went on alone. There was no boat off the point, nor
any boat drawn up anywhere near it, nor were there any
signs of the men having embarked there. But, to be sure
the tide was high, and there might have been some foot-
prints under water.
When he looked out from his shelter in the distance,
and saw that I waved my hat to him to come up, he re-
joined me, and there we waited; sometimes lying on the
bank wrapped in our coats, and sometimes moving about to
warm ourselves : until we saw our bpat coming round. WTe
got aboard easily, and rowed out into the track of the
steamer. By that time it wanted but ten minutes of one
o'clock, and we began to look out for her smoke.
But, it was half -past one before we saw her smoke, and
soon after we saw behind it the smoke of another steamer.
As they were coming on at full speed, we got the two bags
ready, and took that opportunity of saying good bye to
Herbert and Startop. We had all shaken hands cordially,
and neither Herbert's eyes nor mine were quite dry, when
I saw a four-oared galley shoot out from under the bank
but a little way ahead of us, and row out into the same
track.
A stretch of shore had been as yet between us and the
steamer's smoke, by reason of the bend and wind of the
river; but now she was visible coming head on. I called
to Herbert and Startop to keep before the tide, that she
might see us lying by for her, and adjured Provis to sit
quite still, wrapped in his cloak. He answered cheerily,
" Trust to me, dear boy," and sat like a statue. Meantime
the galley, which was skilfully handled, had crossed us,
let us come up with her, and fallen alongside. Leaving
just room enough for the play of the oars, she kept along-
side, drifting when we drifted, and pulling a stroke or two
when we pulled. Of the two sitters, one held the rudder
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lines, and looked at us attentively — as did all the rowers;
the other sitter was wrapped up, much as Provis was, and
seemed to shrink, and whisper some instruction to the
steerer as he looked at us. Not a word was spoken in
either boat.
Startop could make out, after a few minutes, which
steamer was first, and gave me the word " Hamburg," in a
low voice as we sat face to face. She was nearing us very
fast, and the beating of her paddles grew louder and
louder. I felt as if her shadow were absolutely upon us,
when the galley hailed us. I answered.
" You have a return transport there," said the man who
held the lines. "That's the man, wrapped in the cloak.
His name is AfeeL-Magwitch, otherwise Provis. I appre-
hend that man, and call upon him to surfernler' and you to
assist."
At the same moment, without giving any audible direc-
tion to his crew, he ran the galley aboard of us. They had
pulled one sudden stroke ahead, had got their oars in, had
run athwart us, and were holding on to our gunwale, be-
fore we knew what they were doing. This caused great
confusion on board of the steamer, and I heard them call-
ing to us, and heard the order given to stop the paddles,
and heard them stop, but felt her driving down upon us ir-
resistibly. In the same moment, I saw the steersman of
the galley lay his hand on his prisoner's shoulder, and saw
that both boats were swinging round with the force of the
tide, and saw that all hands on board the steamer were
running forward quite frantically. Still in the same mo-
ment, I saw the prisoner start up, lean across his captor,
and pull the cloak from the neck of the shrinking sitter in
the galley. Still in the same moment, I saw that the face
disclosed, was the face of the other convict of long ago.
Still in the same moment, I saw the face tilt backward
with a white terror on it that I shall never forget, and
heard a great cry on board the steamer and a loud splash
in the water, and felt the boat sink from under me.
It was but for an instant that I seemed to struggle with
a thousand mill- weirs and a thousand flashes of light;
that instant past, I was taken on board the galley. Her-
bert was there, and Startop was there; but our boat was
gone, and the two convicts were gone.
What with the cries aboard the steamer, and the furious
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blowing off of her steam, and her driving on, and our driv-
ing on, I could not at first distinguish sky from water or
shore from shore; but the crew of the galley righted her
with great speed, and, pulling certain swift strong strokes
ahead, lay upon their oars, every man looking silently and
eagerly at the water astern. Presently a dark object was
seen in it, bearing towards us on the tide. No man spoke,
but the steersman held up his hand, and all softly backed
water, and kept the boat straight and true before it. As
it came nearer, I saw it to be Magwitch, swimming, but
not swimming freely. He was taken on board, and in-
stantly manacled at the wrists and ankles.
The galley was kept steady, and the silent eager look-
out at the water was resumed. But the Rotterdam steamer
now came up, and apparently not understanding what had
happened, came on at speed. By the time she had been
hailed and stopped, both steamers were drifting away from
us, and we were rising and falling in a troubled wake of
water. The look-out was kept, long after all was still
again and the two steamers were gone; but everybody knew
that it was hopeless now.
At length we gave it up, and pulled under the shore
towards the tavern we had lately left, where we were re-
ceived with no little surprise. Here, I was able to get
some comforts for Magwitch — Provis no longer — who had
received some very severe injury in the chest and a deep
cut in the head.
He told me that he believed himself to have gone under
the keel of the steamer, and to have been struck on the
head in rising. The injury to his chest (which rendered
his breathing extremely painful) he thought he had re-
ceived against the side of the galley. He added that he
did not pretend to say what he might or might not have
done to Compeyson, but, that in the moment of his laying
his hand on his cloak to identify him, that villain had stag-
gered up and staggered back, and they had both gone over-
board together; when the sudden wrenching of him (Mag-
witch) out of our boat, and the endeavour of his captor to
keep him in it, had capsized us. He told me in a whisper
that they had gone down, fiercely locked in each other's
arms, and that there had been a struggle under water,
and that he had disengaged himself, struck out, and swam
away.
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I never had any reason to doubt the exact truth of what
he had told me. The officer who steered the galley gave
the same account of their going overboard.
When I asked this officer's permission to change the
prisoner's wet clothes by purchasing any spare garments I
could get at the public- house, he gave it readily : merely
observing that he must take charge of everything his pris-
oner had about him. So the pocket-book which had once
been in my hands, passed into the officer's. He further
gave me leave to accompany the prisoner to London; but,
declined to accord that grace to my two friends.
The Jack at the Ship was instructed where the drowned
man had gone down, and undertook to search for the body
in the places where it was likeliest to come ashore. His
interest in its recovery seemed to me to be much height-
ened when he heard that it had stockings on. Probably, it
took about a dozen drowned men to fit him out completely;
and that may have been the reason why the different arti-
cles of his dress were in various stages of decay.
We remained at the public-house until the tide turned,
and then Magwitch was carried down to the galley and
put on board. Herbert and Startop were to get to London
by land, as soon as they could. We had a doleful parting,
and when I took my place by Magwitch' s side, I felt that
that was my place henceforth while he lived.
For now my repugnance to him had all melted away, and
in the hunted wounded shackled creature who held my
hand in his, I only saw a man who had meant to be my
benefactor, and who had felt affectionately, gratefully, and
generously, towards me with great constancy through a
series of years. I only saw in him a much better man than
I had been to Joe.
His breathing became more difficult and painful as the
night drew on, and often he could not repress a groan. I
tried to rest him on the arm I could use, in any easy posi-
tion; but it was dreadful to think that I could not be sorry
at heart for his being badly hurt, since it was unquestion-
ably best that he should die. That there were, still living,
people enough who were able and willing to identify him,
I could not doubt. That he would be leniently treated, I
could not hope. He who had been presented in the worst
light at his trial, who had since broken prison and been
tried again, who had returned from transportation under a
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life sentence, and who had occasioned the death of the man
who was the cause of his arrest.
As we returned towards the setting sun we had yester-
day left behind us, and as the stream of our hopes seemed
all running back, I told him how grieved I was to think he
had come home for my sake.
"Dear boy," he answered, "I'm quite content to take
my chance. I've seen my boy, and he can be a gentleman
without me."
No. I had thought about that while we had been there
side by side. No. Apart from any inclinations of my
own, I understand Wemmick's hint now. I foresaw that,
being convicted, his possessions would be forfeited to the
Crown.
"Lookee here, dear boy," said he. "It's best as a gen-
tleman should not be kuowed to belong to me now. Only
come to see me as if you come by chance alonger Wem-
mick. Sit where I can see you when I am swore to, for
the last o' many times, and I don't ask no more."
"I will never stir from your side," said I, "when I am
suffered to be near you. Please God, I will be as true to
you as you have been to me ! "
I felt his hand tremble as it held mine, and he turned
his face away as he lay in the bottom of the boat, and I
heard that old sound' in his throat — softened now, like all
the rest of him. It was a good thing that he had touched
this point, for it put into my mind what I might not other-
wise have thought of until too late : that he need never
know how his hopes of enriching me had perished.
CHAPTER LV.
HE was taken to the Police Court next day, and would
have been immediately committed for trial, but that it was
necessary to send down for an old officer of the prison-ship
from which he had once escaped, to speak to his identity.
Nobody doubted it; but, Compeyson, who had meant to
depose to it, was tumbling on the tides, dead, and it hap-
pened that there was not at that time any prison officer in
London who could give the required evidence. I had gone
direct to Mr. Jaggers at his private house, on my arrival
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over night, to retain his assistance, and Mr. Jaggers on
the prisoner's behalf would admit nothing. It was the sole
resource, for he told me that the case must be over in five
minutes when the witness was there, and that no power on
earth could prevent its going against us.
I imparted to Mr. Jaggers my design of keeping him in
ignorance of the fate of his wealth. Mr. Jaggers was quer-
ulous and angry with me for having " let it slip through
my fingers," and said we must memorialise by-and-bye, and
try at all events for some of it. But he did not conceal
from me that although there might be many cases in which
forfeiture would not be exacted, there were no circum-
stances in this case to make it one of them. I understood
that very well. I was not related to the outlaw, or con-
nected with him by any recognisable tie; he had put his
hand to no writing or settlement in my favour before his
apprehension, and to do so now would be idle. I had no
claim, and I finally resolved, and ever afterwards abided
by the resolution, that my heart should never be sickened
with the hopeless task of attempting to establish one.
There appeared to be reason for supposing that the
drowned informer had hoped for a reward out of this for-
feiture, and had obtained some accurate knowledge of
Magwitch's affairs. When his body was found, many miles
from the scene of his death, and so horribly disfigured
that he was only recognisable by the contents of his
pockets, notes were still legible, folded in a case he carried.
Among these were the name of a banking-house in New
South Wales where a sum of money was, and the designa-
tion of certain lands of considerable value. Both those
heads of information were in a list that Magwitch, while
in prison, gave to Mr. Jaggers, of the possessions he sup-
posed I should inherit. His ignorance, poor fellow, at last
served him; he never mistrusted but that my inheritance
was quite safe, with Mr. Jaggers's aid.
After three days' delay, during which the crown prose-
cution stood over for the production of the witness from the
prison-ship, the witness came, and completed the easy case.
He was committed to take his trial at the next Session,
which would come on in a month.
It was at this dark time of my life that Herbert returned
home one evening, a good deal cast down, and said :
" My dear Handel, I fear I shall soon have to leave you."
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His partner having prepared me for that, I was less sur-
prised than he thought.
" We shall lose a fine opportunity if I put off going to
Cairo, and I am very much afraid I must go, Handel, when
you most need me."
" Herbert, I shall always need you, because I shall al-
ways love you; but my need is no greater now, than at an-
other time."
" You will be so lonely. "
" I have not leisure to think of that," said I. " You know
that I am always with him to the full extent of the time
allowed, and that I should be with him all day long, if I
could. And when I come away from him, you know that
my thoughts are with him."
The dreadful condition to which he was brought, was so
appalling to both of us, that we could not refer to it in
plainer words.
" My dear fellow," said Herbert, " let the near prospect
of our separation — for, it is very near — be my justification
for troubling you about yourself. Have you thought of
your future? "
"No, for I have been afraid to think of any future."
" But yours cannot be dismissed ; indeed, my dear, dear
Handel, it must not be dismissed. I wish you would enter
on it now, as far as a few friendly words go, with me."
" I will, "said I.
" In this branch house of ours, Handel, we must have
a "
I saw that his delicacy was avoiding the right word, so
I said, "A clerk."
" A clerk. And I hope it is not at all unlikely that he
may expand (as a clerk of your acquaintance has expanded)
into a partner. Now, Handel in short, my dear boy,
will you come to me? "
There was something charmingly cordial and engaging
in the manner in which after saying, " Now, Handel," as
if it were the grave beginning of a portentous business ex-
ordium, he had suddenly given up that tone, stretched out
his honest hand, and spoken like a schoolboy.
"Clara and I have talked about it again and again,"
Herbert pursued, "and the dear little thing begged me
only this evening, with tears in her eyes, to say to you that
if you will live with us, when we come together, she will
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do her best to mate you happy, and to convince her hus-
band's friend that he is her friend too. We should get on
so well, Handel ! "
I thanked her heartily, and I thanked him heartily, but
said I could not yet make sure of joining him as he so
kindly offered. Firstly, my mind was too preoccupied to
be able to take in the subject clearly. Secondly Yes !
Secondly, there was a vague something lingering in my
thoughts that will come out very near the end of this slight
narrative.
" But if you thought, Herbert, that you could, without
doing any injury to your business, leave the question open
for a little while- "
" For any while," cried Herbert. " Six months, a year ! "
" Not so long as that," said I. " Two or three months
at most."
Herbert was highly delighted when we shook hands on
this arrangement, and said he could now take courage to
tell me that he believed he must go away at the end of the
week.
" And Clara? " said I.
"The dear little thing," returned Herbert, "holds duti-
fully to her father as long as he lasts; but he won't last
long. Mrs. Whimple confides to me that he is certainly
going."
"Not to say an unfeeling thing," said I, "he cannot do
better than go."
"I am afraid that must be admitted," said Herbert:
" and then I shall come back for the dear little thing, and
the dear little thing and I will walk quietly into the nearest
church. Remember! The blessed darling comes of no
family, my dear Handel, and never looked into the red
book, and hasn't a notion about her grandpapa. What a
fortune for the son of my mother ! "
On the Saturday in that same week, I took my leave of
Herbert — full of bright hope, but sad and sorry to leave
me — as he sat on one of the seaport mail coaches. I went
into a coffee-house to write a little note to Clara, telling
her he had gone off, sending his love to her over and over
again, and then went to my lonely home — if it deserved
the name, for it was now no home to me, and I had no
home anywhere.
On the stairs I encountered Wemmick, who was coming
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down, after an unsuccessful application of hi^ knuckles to
my door. I had not seen him alone, since the disastrous
issue of the attempted flight; and he had come, in his pri-
vate and personal capacity, to say a few words of explana-
tion in reference to that failure.
"The late Compeyson," said Wemmick, "had by little
and little got at the bottom of half of the regular business
now transacted, and it was from the talk of some of his
people in trouble (some of his people being always in trou-
ble) that I heard what I did. I kept my ears open, seem-
ing to have them shut, until I heard that he was absent,
and I thought that would be the best time for making the
attempt. I can only suppose now, that it was part of his
policy, as a very clever man, habitually to deceive his own
instruments. You don't blame me, I hope, Mr. Pip? I'm
sure I tried to serve you, with all rny heart."
" I am as sure of that, Wemmick, as you can be, and I
thank you most earnestly for all your interest and friend-
ship."
"Thank you, thank you very much. It's £ bad job,"
said Wemmick, scratching his head, " and I assure you I
haven't been so cut up for a long time. What I look at is,
the sacrifice of so much portable property. Dear me!-"
" What / think of, Wemmick, is the poor owner of the
property."
"Yes, to be sure," said Wemmick. "Of course there
can be no objection to your being sorry for him, and I'd
put down a five-pound note myself to get him out of it.
But what I look at, is this. The late Compeyson having
been beforehand with him in intelligence of his return, and
being so determined to bring him to book, I do not think
he could have been saved. Whereas, the portable property
certainly could have been saved. That's the difference be-
tween the property and the owner, don't you see? "
I invited Wemmick to come upstairs, and refresh him-
self with a glass of grog before walking to Walworth. He
accepted the invitation. While he was drinking his mod-
erate allowance, he said, with nothing to lead up to it, and
after having appeared rather fidgety :
" What do you think of my meaning to take a holiday on
Monday, Mr. Pip? "
" Why, I suppose you have not done such a thing these
twelve months."
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"These twelve years, more likely," said Wemmick.
" Yes. I'm going to take a holiday. More than that; I'n-
going to take a walk. More than that; I'm going to ask
you to take a walk with me."
I was about to excuse myself, as being but a bad com-
panion just then, when Wemmick anticipated me.
"I know your engagements," said he, "and I know you
are out of sorts, Mr. Pip. But if you could oblige me, I
should take it as a kindness. It ain't a long walk, and it's
an early one. Say it might occupy you (including break-
fast on the walk) from eight to twelve. Couldn't you
stretch a point and manage it? "
He had done so much for me at various times, that this
was very little to do for him. I said I could manage it —
would manage it — and he was so very much pleased by my
acquiescence, that I was pleased too. At his particular re-
quest, I appointed ^to.jasUl-EacJiim at the Castle at half -past
eight on Monday morning, and so we parted for the time.
Punctual to my appointment, I rang at the Castle gate on
the Monday morning, and was received by Wemmick him-
self: who sfruck me as looking tighter than usual, and hav-
ing a sleeker hat on. Within, there were two glasses of
rum-and-milk prepared, and two biscuits. The Aged must
have been stirring with the lark, for, glancing into the per-
spective of his bedroom, I observed that his bed was empty.
When we had fortified ourselves with the rum-and-milk
and biscuits, and were going out for the walk with that
training preparation on us, I was considerably surprised to
see Wemmick take up a fishing-rod, and put it over his
shoulder. "Why, we are not going fishing!" said I.
"No," returned Wemmick, "but I like to walk with one."
I thought this odd; however, I said nothing, and we set
off. We went towards Camberwell Green, and when we
were thereabouts, Wemmick said suddenly:
"Halloa! Here's a church!"
There was nothing very surprising in that; but again, I
was rather surprised, when he said, as if he were animated
by a brilliant idea :
"Let's go in!"
We went in, Wemmick leaving his fishing-rod in the
porch, and looked all round. In the mean time, Wemmick
was diving into his coat-pockets, and getting something out
of paper there.
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" Halloa ! " said lie. " Here's a couple of pair of gloves !
Let's put 'em on! "
As the gloves were white kid gloves, and as the post-
office was widened to its utmost extent, I now began to
have my strong suspicions. They were strengthened into
certainty when I beheld the Aged enter at a side door,
escorting a lady.
"Halloa!" said Wemmick. "Here's Miss Skiffins!
Let's have a wedding."
That discreet damsel was attired as usual, except that
she was now engaged in substituting for her green kid
gloves, a pair of white. The Aged was likewise occupied
in preparing a similar sacrifice for the altar of Hymen.
The old gentleman, however, experienced so much difficulty
in getting his gloves on, that Wemmick found it necessary
to put him with his back against a pillar, and then to get
behind the pillar himself and pull away at them, while I
for my part held the old gentleman round the waist, that
he might present an equal and safe resistance. By dint of
this ingenious scheme, his gloves were got on to perfec-
tion. •
The clerk and clergyman then appearing, we were ranged
in order at those fatal rails. True to his notion of seem-
ing to do it all without preparation, I heard Wemmick say
to himself as he took something out of his waistcoat-pocket
before the service began, "Halloa! Here's a ring!"
I acted in the capacity of backer, or best man, to the
bridegroom; while a little limp pew-opener in a soft bon-
net like a baby's, made a feint of being the bosom friend of
Miss Skiffins. The responsibility of giving the lady away,
devolved upon the Aged, which led to the clergyman's
being unintentionally scandalised, and it happened thus.
When he said, " Who giveth this woman to be married to
this man? " the old gentleman, not in the least knowing
what point of the ceremony we had arrived at, stood most
amiably beaming at the ten commandments. Upon which,
the clergyman said again, " WHO giveth this woman to be
married to this man? " The old gentleman being still in a,
state of most estimable unconsciousness, the bridegroom
cried out in his accustomed voice, " Now Aged P. you know;
who giveth? " To which the Aged replied with great brisk-
ness, before saying that he gave, "All right, John, all
right, my boy ! " And the clergyman came to so gloomy a
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pause upon it, that I had doubts for the moment whether
we should get completely married that day.
It was completely done, however, and when we were
going out of church, Wemmick took the cover off the font,
and put his white gloves in it, and put the cover on again.
Mrs. Wemmick, more heedful of the future, put her white
gloves in her pocket and assumed her green. " Now, Mr.
Pip," said Wemmick, triumphantly shouldering the fishing-
rod as we came out, "let me ask you whether anybody
would suppose this to be a wedding party ! "
Breakfast had been ordered at a pleasant little tavern, a
mile or so away upon the rising ground beyond the green;
and there was a bagatelle board in the room, in case we
should desire to unbend our minds after the solemnity. It
was pleasant to observe that Mrs, Wemmick no longer un-
wound Wemmick' s arm when it adapted itself to her figure,
but sat in the high-backed chair against the wall, like a
violoncello in its case, and submitted to be embraced as
that melodious instrument might have done.
We had an excellent breakfast, and when any one de-
clined anything on table, Wemmick said, "Provided by
contract, you know; don't be afraid of it!" I drank to
the new couple, drank to the Aged, drank to the Castle,
saluted the bride at parting, and made myself as agreeable
as I could.
Wemmick came down to the door with me, and I again
shook hands with him, and wished him joy.
" Thank'ee ! " said Wemmick, rubbing his hands. " She's
such a manager of fowls, you have no idea. You shall
have some eggs and judge for yourself. I say, Mr. Pip ! "
calling me back and speaking low. " This is altogether a
Wai worth sentiment, please."
"I understand. Not to be mentioned in Little Britain,"
said I.
Wemmick nodded. " After what you let out the other
day, Mr. Jaggers may as well not know of it. He might
think my brain was softening, or something of the kind."
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CHAPTER LVL
HE lay in prison very ill, during the whole interval be-
tween his committal for trial, and the coming round of the
Sessions. He had broken two ribs, they had wounded one
of his lungs, and he breathed with great pain and diffi-
culty, which increased daily. It was a consequence of his
hurt that he spoke so low as to be scarcely audible; there-
fore, he spoke very little. But, he was ever ready to listen
to me, and it became the first duty of my life to say to
him, and read to him, what I knew he ought to hear.
Being far too ill to remain in the common prison, he was
removed, after the first day or so, into the infirmary. This
gave me opportunities of being with him that I could not
otherwise have had. And but for his illness he would
have been put in irons, for he was regarded as a determined
prison-breaker, and I know not what else.
Although I saw him every day, it was for only a short
time; hence the regularly recurring spaces of our separa-
tion were long enough to record on his face any slight
changes that occurred in his physical state. I do not rec-
ollect that I once saw any change in it for the better; he
wasted, and became slowly weaker and worse, day by day
from the day when the prison door closed upon him.
The kind of submission or resignation that he showed,
was that of a man who was tired out. I sometimes derived
an impression, from his manner or from a whispered word
or two which escaped him, that he pondered over the ques-
tion whether he might have been a better man under better
circumstances. But, he never justified himself by a hint
tending that way, or tried to bend the past out of its eter-
nal shape.
It happened on two or three occasions in my presence,
that his desperate reputation was alluded to by one or other
of the people in attendance on him. A smile crossed his
face then, and he turned his eyes on me with a trustful
look, as if he were confident that I had seen some small
redeeming touch in him, even so long ago as when I was a
little child. As to all the rest, he was humble and con-
trite, and I never knew him complain.
When the Sessions came round, Mr. Jaggers caused an
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application to be made for the postponement of his trial
until the following Sessions. It was obviously made with
the assurance that he could not live so long, and was re-
fused. The trial came on at once, and when he was put to
the bar, he was seated in a chair. No objection was made
to my getting close to the dock, on the outside of it, and
holding the hand that he stretched forth to me.
The trial was very short and very clear. Such things as
could be said for him, were said — how he had taken to in-
dustrious habits, and had thriven lawfully and reputably.
But, nothing could unsay the fact that he had returned,
and was there in presence of the Judge and Jury. It was
impossible to try him for that, and do otherwise than find
him guilty.
At that time it was the custom (as I learnt from my ter-
rible experience of that Sessions) to devote a concluding
day to the passing of Sentences, and to make a finishing
effect with the Sentence of Death. But for the indelible
picture that my remembrance now holds before me, I could
scarcely believe, even as I write these words, that I saw
two-and-thirty men and women put before the Judge to
receive that sentence together. -Eereniflst among the two-
and-thirty was he; seated, that he might get breath enough
t,r> frppp life in him.
The whole scene starts out again in the vivid colours of
the moment, down to the drops of April rain on the win-
dows of the court, glittering in the rays of April sun.
Penned in the. dock, as I again stood outside it at the cor-
ner with his hand in mine, were the two-and-thirty men
and women; some defiant, some stricken with terror, some
sobbing and weeping, some covering their faces, some star-
ing gloomily about. There had been shrieks from among
the women convicts, but they had been stilled ? and aJmsK
had succeeded. The sheriffs with their great chains ancT
nosegays, other civic gewgaws and monsters, criers, ushers,
a great gallery full of people — a large theatrical audience
— looked on, as the two-and-thirty and the Judge were
solemnly confronted. Then, the Judge addressed them.
Among the wretched creatures before him whom he must
single out for special address, was one who almost from his
infancy had been an offender against the laws; who, after
repeated imprisonments and punishments, had been at
length sentenced to exile for a term of years; and who,
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under circumstances of great violence and daring, had
made his escape and been resentenced to exile for life.
That miserable man would seem for a time to have become
convinced of his errors, when far removed from the scenes
of his old offences, and to have lived a peaceable and hon-
est life. But in a fatal moment, yielding to those propen-
sities and passions, the indulgence of ^which had so long
rendered him a scourge to society, he had quitted his haven
of rest and repentance, and had come back to the country
where he was proscribed. Being here presently denounced,
he had for a time succeeded in ^vaHir^r the officers of Jus-
tice, but being at length seized while in the act of flight,
he had resisted them, and* had — he best knew whether by
express design, or in the blindness of his hardihood —
caused the death of his denouncer, to whom his whole
career was known. The appointed punishment for his re-
turn to the land that had cast him out h.mnpr.JV.a.f.Ti, and
his case being this aggravated case, he must prepare him-
self to Die.
The sun was striking in at the great windows of the
court, through the glittering drops of rain upon the glass,
and it made a broad shaft of light between the two-and-
thirty and the Judge, linking both together, and perhaps
reminding some among the audience, how both were pass-
ing on, with absolute equality, to the greater Judgment
that knoweth all things and cannot err. Rising for a mo-
ment, a distinct ^eck of face in this ray of light, the
prisoner said, "Myljord, I have received my sentence of
Death from the Almighty, but I bow to yours," and sat
down again. There was some hushing, and the Judge
went on with what he had to say to the rest. Then, they
were all formally doomed, and some of them were sup-
ported out, and some of them sauntered out with a haggard
look of bravery, and a few nodded to the gallery, and two
or three shook hands, and others went out chewing the
fragments of herb they had taken from the sweet herbs
lying about. He went last of all, because of having to be
helped from his chair and to go very slowly; and he held
my hand while all the others were removed, and while the
audience got up (putting their dresses right, as they might
at church or elsewhere) and pointed down at this criminal
or at that, and most of all at him and me.
I earnestly hoped and prayed that he might die before
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the Recorder's Report was made, but, in the dread of his
lingering on, I began that night to write out a petition to
the Home Secretary of State, setting forth my knowledge
of him, and how it was that he had come back for my
sake. I wrote it as fervently and pathetically as I could,
and when I had finished it and sent it in, I wrote out other
petitions to such men in authority as I hoped were the
most merciful, and drew up one to the Crown itself. For
several days and nights after he was sentenced I took no
rest, except when I fell asleep in my chair, but was wholly
absorbed in these appeals. And after I had sent them in,
I could not keep away from the places where they were,
but felt as if they were more hopeful and less desperate
when I was near them. In this unreasonable restlessness
and pain of mind, I would roam the streets of an evening,
wandering by those offices and houses where I had left the
petitions. To the present hour, the weary western streets
of London on a cold dusty spring night, with their ranges
of stern shut-up mansions and their long rows of lamps,
are melancholy to me from this association.
The daily visits I could 'tl'flkp ^™ •nrnTn-c'h™-fono/t now,
and he was more sirictly kent. Seeing, or fancying, that
I was suspected of an intention of carrying poison to him,
I asked to be searched before I sat down at his bedside,
and told the officer who was always there, that I was will-
ing to do anything that would assure him of the qjnglenes^
of my designs. Nobody was hard with him or with me.
There was duty to be done, and it was done, but not
harshly. TlieTjlIluei always gave me the assurance that he
was worse, and some other sick prisoners in the room, and
some other prisoners who attended on them as sick nurses
(malefactors, but not incapable' of kindness, GOD be
thanked!), always joined in the same report.
As the days went on, I noticed more and more that he
would lie placidly looking at the white ceiling, with an ab-
sence of light in his face, until some word of mine^ bright-
ened it for an instant, andthen it would subside again.
Sometimes he was almost, or quite, unable tcTspeak; then,
he would answer me with slight pressures on my hand, and
I grew to understand his meaning very well.
The number of the days had risen to ten, when 1 saw a
greater change in him than I had seen yet. His eyes were
turned towards the door, and lighted up as I entered.
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"Dear boy," he said, as I sat down by his bed: "I
thought you was late. But I knowed you couldn't be
that."
"It is just the time," said I. "I waited for it at the
gate."
" You always waits at the gate; don't you, dear boy? "
" Yes. Not to lose a moment of the time."
" Thank'ee, dear boy, thank'ee. God bless you ! You've
never deserted me, dear boy."
I pressed his hand in silence, for I could not forget that
I had once meant to desert him.
"And what's the best of all," he said, "you've been
more comfortable alouger me, since I was under a dark
cloud, than when the sun shone. That's the best of all."
He lay on his back, breathing with great difficulty. Do
what he would, and love me though he did, the light left
his face ever and again, and a film came over the placid
look at the white ceiling.
" Are you in much pain to-day? "
"I don't complain of none, dear boy."
" You never do complain."
He had spoken his last words. He smiled, and I under-
stood his touch to mean that he wished to lift my hand,
and lay it on his breast. I laid it there, and he smiled
again, and put both his hands upon it.
The allotted time ran out, while we were thusL but,
looking round, I found the governor of "the prison standing
near me, and he whispered, "You needn't go yet." I
thanked him gratefully, and asked, "Might I speak to
him, if he can hear me? "
The governor stepped aside, and beckoned^ the officer
away. The change, though it was made without noise,
drew back the film from the nlacid look at the white ceil-
ing, and he looked most affectionately at me.
" Dear Magwitch, I must tell you now, at last. You un-
derstand what I say? "
A gentle pressure on my hand.
" You had a child once, whom you loved and lost."
A stronger pressure on my hand.
" She lived and found powerful friends. She is living
now. She is a lady and very beautiful. And I love her ! "
With a last faint effort, which_would have been power-
less but for my yielding to it, and assisting it, he raised
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my hand to his lips. Then he gently let it sink upon his
breast again, with his own hands lying on it. The placid
look at the white ceiling came back, and passed away, and
his head dropped quietly on his breast.
Mindful, then, of what we had read together, I thought
of the two men who went up into the Temple to pray, and
I knew there were no better words that I could say beside
his bed, than " 0 Lord, be merciful to him a sinner ! "
CHAPTER LVII.
Now that I was left wholly to myself I gave njtice of
my intention to quit the chambers in the Temple as soon as
my tenancy could legally determine, and in the meanwhile
to underlet them. At once I put bills up in the windows;
for, I was in debt, and had scarcely any money, and began
to be seriously alarmed by the state of my affairs. I ought
rather to write that I should have been alarmed if I had
had energy and concentration enough to help me to the
clear perception of any truth beyond the fact that I was
falling very ill. The late stress upon me had enabled. me
to put off illness, but not to put it away; I knew that it
was coming on me now, and I knew very little else, and
was even careless as to that.
For a day or two, I lay on the sofa, or on the floor — any-
where, according as I happened to sink down — with a
heavy head and aching limbs, and no purpose, and no
power. Then there came one night which appeared of
great duration, and which teemed with anxiety and horror;
and when in the morning I tried to sit up in my bed and
think of it, I found I could not do so.
Whether I really had been down in Garden-court in the
dead of the night, groping about for the boat that I sup-
posed to be there; whether I had two or three times come
to myself on the staircase with great terror, not knowing
how I had got out of bed; whether I had found myself
lighting the lamp, possessed by the idea that he was com-
ing up the stairs, and that the lights were blown out;
whether I had been inexpressibly harassed by the dis-
tracted talking, laughing, and groaning, of some one, and
had half suspected those sounds to be of my owr making;
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whether there had been a closed iron furnace in a dark cor-
ner of the room, and a voice had called out over and over
again that Miss Havisham was consuming within it; these
were things that I tried to settle with myself and get into
some order, as I lay that morning on my bed. But the
vapour of a lime-kiln would come between me and them,
disordering them all, and it was through the vapour at last
that I saw two men looking at me.
"What do you want?" I asked, starting; "I don't
know you."
" Well, sir," returned one of them, bending down and
touching me on the shoulder, " this is a matter that you'll
soon arrange, I dare say, but you're arrested."
" What is the debt? "
'^-Hundred and twenty-three pound, fifteen, six. Jewel-
ler's accTmatj-t'^ri15^'7'
"What is to be done?"
" You had better come to my house," said the man.
keep a very nice house."
I made some attempt to get up and dress myself. When
I next attended to them, they were standing a little off
from the bed, looking at me. I still lay there.
"You see my state," said I. "I would come with you
if I could; but indeed I am quite unable. If you take me
from here, I think I shall die by the way."
Perhaps they replied, or argued the point, or tried to
encourage me to believe that I was better than I thought.
Forasmuch as they hang hi my memory by only this one
slender thread, I don't know wnat they did, except that
they forbore to remove me.
That I had a fever and was avoided, that I suffered
greatly, that I often lost my reason, that the time seemed
interminable, that I confounded impossible existences with
my own identity; that I was a brick in the house wall, and
yet entreating to be released from the giddy place where
the builders had set me; that I was a steel beam of a vast
engine, clashing and whirling over a gulf, and yet that I
implored in my own person to have the engine stopped, and
my part in it hammered off; that 1 passed through these
phases of disease, I know of my own remembrance, and did
in some sort know at the time. That I sometimes strug-
gled with real people, in the belief that they were murder-
ers, and that I would all at once comprehend that they
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meant to do one good, and would then sink exhausted in
their armsT^nd suffer them to lay me down, I also knew at
the time. But, above all, I knew that there was a constant
tendency in all these people — who, when I was very ill,
would present all kinds of extraordinary transformations of
the human face, and would be much dilated in size — above
all, I say, I knew that there was an extraordinary tendency
in all these people, sooner or later, to settle down into the
likeness of Joe.
After I had turned the worst point of my illness, I be-
gan to notice that while all its other features changed, this
one consistent feature did not change. Whoever came
about me, still settled down into Joe. I opened my eyes
in the night, and I saw in the great chair at the bedside,
Joe. I opened my eyes in the day, and, sitting on the
window-seat, smoking his pipe in the shaded open window,
still I saw Joe. I asked for cooling drink, and the dear
hand that gave it me was Joe's. I sank back on my pillow
after drinking, and the face that looked so hopefully and
tenderly upon me was the face of Joe.
At last, one day, I took courage, and said, "Is it Joe? "
And the dear old home- voice answered, " Which it air,
old chap."
"0 Joe, you break my heart! Look angry at me, Joe.
Strike me, Joe. Tell me of my ingratitude. Don't be so
good to me ! "
For, Joe had actually laid his head down on the pillow
at my side, and put his arm round my neck, in his joy that
I knew him.
" Which dear old Pip, old chap," said Joe, "you and me
was ever friends. And when you're well enough to go out
for a ride — what larks ! "
After which, Joe withdrew to the window, and stood
with his back towards me, wiping his eyes. And as my
extreme weakness prevented me from getting up and going
to him, I lay there, penitently whispering, " 0 God bless
him ! O God bless this gentle Christian man ! "
Joe's eyes were red when I next found him beside me;
but, I was holding his hand and we both felt happy.
" How long, dear Joe? "
" Which you meantersay, Pip, how long have your illness
lasted, dear old chap? "
" Yes, Joe."
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•' It's the end of May, Pip. To-morrow is the first of
June."
" And have you been here all the time, dear Joe? "
" Pretty nigh, old chap. For, as I says to Biddy when
the news of your being ill were brought by letter, which it
were brought by the post, and being formerly single he is
now married though underpaid for a deal of walking and
shoe-leather, but wealth were not a object on his part, and
marriage were the great wish of his hart ". .
" It is so delightful to hear you, Joe ! But I interrupt
you in what you said to Biddy."
"Which it were," said Joe, "that how you might be
amongst strangers, and that how you and me having been
ever friends, a wisit at such a moment might not prove un-
accepta bobble. And Biddy, her word were, ' Go to him,
without loss of time.' That," said Joe, summing up with
his judicial air, "were the word of Biddy ' Go to him,'
Biddy say, 'without loss of time.' In short, I shouldn't
greatly deceive you," Joe added, after a little grave reflec-
tion, " if I represented to you that the word of that young
woman were, 'without a minute's loss of time.' '
There Joe cut himself short, and informed me that I was
to be talked to in great moderation, and that I was to take
a little nourishment at stated frequent times, whether I
felt inclined for it or not, and that I was to submit myself
to all his orders. So, I kissed his hand, and lay quiet,
while he proceeded to indite a note to Biddy, with my love
in it.
Evidently Biddy had taught Joe to write. As I lay in
bed looking at him, it made me, in my weak state, cry
again with pleasure to see the pride with which he set
about his letter. My bedstead, divested of its curtains,
had been removed, with me upon it, into the sitting-room,
as the airiest and largest, and the carpet had been taken
away, and the room kept always fresh and wholesome night
and day. At my own writing-table, pushed into a corner
and cumbered with little bottles, Joe now sat down to his
great work, first choosing a pen from the pen-tray as if it
were a chest of large tools, and tucking up his sleeves as
if he were going to wield a crowbar or sledge-hammer. It
was necessary for Joe to hold on heavily to the table with
liis left elbow, and to get his right leg well out behind him,
before he could begin, and when he did begin he made
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every down-stroke so slowly that it might have been six
feet long, while at every up-stroke I could hear his pen
spluttering extensively. He had a curious idea that the
inkstand was on the side of him where it was not, and con-
stantly dipped his pen into space, and seemed quite satis-
fied with the result. Occasionally he was tripped up by
some orthographical stumbling-block, but on the whole he
got on very well indeed, and when he had signed his name,
and had removed a finishing blot from the paper to the
crown of his head with his two forefingers, he got up and
hovered about the table, trying the effect of his perform-
ance from various points of view as it lay there, with un-
bounded satisfaction.
Not to make Joe uneasy by talking too much, even if I
had been able to talk much, I deferred asking him about
Miss Havisham until next day. He shook his head when
I then asked him if she had recovered?
"Is she dead, Joe?"
"Why, you see, old chap," said Joe, in a tone of remon-
strance, and by way of getting at it by degrees, " I wouldn't
go so far as to say that, for that's a deal to say; but she
ain't " "«.<*
"Living, Joe?"
"That's nigher where it is," said Joe; "she ain't liv-
ing."
"Did she linger long, Joe? "
" Arter you was took ill, pretty much about what you
might call (if you was put to it) a week," said Joe; still
determined, on my account, to come at everything by de-
grees.
" Dear Joe, have you heard what becomes of her prop-
erty?"
" Well, old chap," said Joe, "it do appear that she had
settled the most of it, which I meantersay tied it up, 011
Miss Estella. But she had wrote out a little coddleshell
in her own hand a day or two afore the accident, leaving a
cool four thousand to Mr. Matthew Pocket. And why, do
you suppose, above all things, Pip, she left that cool four
thousand unto him? ' Because of Pip's account of him the
said Matthew.' I am told by Biddy, that air the writing,"
said Joe, repeating the legal term as if it did him infinite
good, "' account of him the said Matthew.' And a cool
four thousand, Pip ! "
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I never discovered from whom Joe derived the conven-
tional temperature of the four thousand pounds, but it ap-
peared to make the sum of money more to him, and he had
a manifest relish in insisting on its being cool.
This account gave me great joy, as it perfected the only
good thing I had done. I asked Joe whether he had heard
if any of the other relations had any legacies?
"Miss Sarah," said Joe, "she have twenty-five pound
perannium fur to buy pills, on account of being bilious.
Miss Georgiana, she have twenty pound down. Mrs. —
what's the name of them wild beasts with humps, old chap? "
"Camels?" said I, wondering why he could possibly
want to know.
Joe nodded. "Mrs. Camels," by which I presently un-
derstood he meant Camilla, "she have five pound fur to
buy rushlights to put her in spirits when she wake up in
the night."
The accuracy of these recitals was sufficiently obvious to
me, to give me great confidence in Joe's information.
"And now," said Joe, "you ain't that strong yet, old
chap, that you can take in more nor one additional shovel-
full to-day. Old Orlick he's been a bustin' open a dwell-
ing-ouse."
"Whose?" said I.
"Not, I grant you, but what his manners is given to
blusterous," said Joe, apologetically; "still, a English-
man's ouse is his Castle, and castles must not be busted
'cept when done in war time. And wotsume'er the failings
on his part, he were a corn and seedsman in his hart."
" Is it Pumblechook's house that has been broken into,
then?"
"That's it, Pip," said Joe; "and they took his till, and
they took his cash-box, and they drinked his wine, and
they partook of his wittles, and they slapped his face, and
they pulled his nose, and they tied him up to his bedpust,
and they giv' him a dozen, and they stuffed his mouth full
of flowering annuals to perwent his crying out. But he
knowed Oiiick, and Orlick' s in the county jail."
By these approaches we arrived at unrestricted conversa-
tion. I was slow to gain strength, but I did slowly and
surely become less weak, and Joe stayed with me, and I
fancied I was little Pip again.
For, the tenderness of Joe was so beautifully proper-
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tioned to my need, that I was like a child in his hands.
He would sit and talk to me in the old confidence, and with
the old simplicity, and in the old unassertive protecting
way, so that I would half believe that all my life since the
days of the old kitchen was one of the mental troubles of
the fever that was gone. He did everything for me except
the household work, for which he had engaged a very
decent woman, after paying off the laundress on his first
arrival. "Which I do assure you, Pip," he would often
say, in explanation of that liberty ; " I found her a tapping
the spare bed, like a cask of beer, and drawing off the
feathers in a bucket, for sale. Which she would have
tapped yourn next, and draw'd it off with you a laying on
it, and was then a carrying away the coals gradiwally in
the soup-tureen and wegetable dishes, and the wine and
spirits in your Wellington boots."
We looked forward to the day when I should go out for
a ride, as we had once looked forward to the day of my
apprenticeship. And when the day came, and an open
carriage was got into the Lane, Joe wrapped me up, took
me in his arms, carried me down to it, and put me in, as if
I were still the small helpless creature to whom he had so
abundantly given of the wealth of his great nature.
And Joe got in beside me, and we drove away together
into the country, where the rich summer growth was al-
ready on the trees and on the grass, and sweet summer
scents filled all the air. The day happened to be Sunday,
and when I looked on the loveliness around me, and
thought how it had grown and changed, and how the little
wild flowers had been forming, and the voices of the birds
had been strengthened, by day and by night, under the sun
and under the stars, while poor I lay burning and tossing
on my bed, the mere remernbrace of having burned and
tossed there, came like a check upon my peace. But, when
I heard the Sunday bells, and looked around a little more
upon the outspread beauty, I felt that I was not nearly
thankful enough — that I was too weak yet, to be even that
— and I laid my head on Joe's shoulder, as I had laid it
long ago when he had taken me to the Fair or where not,
and it was too much for my young senses.
More composure came to me after a while, and we talked
as we used to talk, lying on the grass at the old Battery.
There was no change whatever in Joe. Exactly what he
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had been in my eyes then, he was in my eyes still; just as
simply faithful, just as simply right.
When we got back again and he lifted me out, and car-
ried me — so easily! — across the court and up the stairs, I
thought of that eventful Christmas Day when he had car-
ried me over the marshes. We had not yet made any allu-
sion to my change of fortune, nor did I know how much of
my late history he was acquainted with. I was so doubt-
ful of myself now, and put so much trust in him, that I
could not satisfy myself whether I ought to refer to it when
he did not.
"Have you heard, Joe," I asked him that evening, upon
further consideration, as he smoked his pipe at the win-
dow, " who my patron was? "
"I heerd," returned Joe, "as it were not Miss Hav-
isham, old chap."
"Did you hear who it was, Joe? "
" Well ! I heerd as it were a person what sent the person
what giv' you the bank-notes at the Jolly Bargemen, Pip."
"So it was."
" Astonishing ! " said Joe, in the placidest way.
"Did you hear that he was dead, Joe?" I presently
asked, with increasing diffidence.
" Which? Him as sent the bank-notes, Pip? "
"Yes."
"I think," said Joe, after meditating a long time, and
looking rather evasively at the window-seat, "as I did
hear tell that how he were something or another in a gen-
eral way in that direction."
" Did you hear anything of his circumstances, Joe? "
" Not partickler, Pip. "
" If you would like to hear, Joe " I was beginning,
when Joe got up and came to my sofa.
"Lookee here, old chap," said Joe, bending over me.
"Ever the best of friends; ain't us, Pip? "
I was ashamed to answer him.
"Werry good, then," said Joe, as if I had answered;
"that's all right; that's agreed upon. Then why go into
subjects, old chap, which as betwixt two sech must be for
ever onnecessary ? There's subjects enough as betwixt two
sech, without onnecessary ones. Lord ! To think of your
poor sister and her Rampages! And don't you remember
Tickler? "
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"I do indeed, Joe."
"Lookee here, old chap," said Joe. "I done what I
could to keep you and Tickler in sunders, but my power
were not always fully equal to my inclinations. For when
your poor sister had a mind to drop into you, it were not
so much," said Joe, in his favourite argumentative way,
" that she dropped into me too, if I put myself in opposi-
tion to her, but that she dropped into you always heavier
for it. I noticed that. It ain't a grab at a man's whisker,
nor yet a shake or two of a man (to which your sister was
quite welcome), that 'ud put a man off from getting a little
child out of punishment. But when that little child is
dropped into, heavier, for that grab of whisker or shaking,
then that man naterally up and says to himself, ' Where
is the good as you are a doing? I grant you I see the
'arm,' says the man, ' but I don't see the good. I call
upon you, sir, therefore, to pint out the good.' '
" The man says? " I observed, as Joe waited for me to
speak.
"The man says," Joe assented. "Is he right, that
man? "
"Dear Joe, he is always right."
" Well, old chap, " said Joe,, " then abide by your words.
If he's always right (which in general he's more likely
wrong), he's right when he says this : — Supposing ever you
kep any little matter to yourself, when you was a little
child, you kep it mostly because you know'd as J. Gar-
gery's power to part you and Tickler in sunders, were not
fully equal to his inclinations. Theerfore, think no more
of it as betwixt two sech, and do not let us pass remarks
upon onnecessary subjects. Biddy giv' herself a deal o'
trouble with me afore I left (for I am most awful dull), as
I should view it in this light, and, viewing it in this light,
as I should ser put it. Both of which," said Joe, quite
charmed with his logical arrangement, "being done, now
this to you a true friend, say. Namely. You mustn't go
a overdoing on it, but you must have your supper and your
wine-and-water, and you must be put betwixt the sheets."
The delicacy with which Joe dismissed this theme, and
the sweet tact and kindness with which Biddy — who with
her woman's wit had found me out so soon — had prepared
him for it, made a deep impression on my mind. But
whether Joe knew how poor I was, and how my great ex-
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pectations had all dissolved, like our own marsh mists be-
fore the sun, I could not understand.
Another thing in Joe that I could not understand when
it first began to develop itself, but which I soon arrived at
a sorrowful comprehension of, was this: As I became
stronger and better, Joe became a little less easy with me.
In my weakness and entire dependence on him, the dear
fellow had fallen into the old tone, and called me by the
old names, the dear "old Pip, old chap," that now were
music in my ears. I too had fallen into the old ways, only
happy and thankful that he let me. But, imperceptibly,
though I held by them fast, Joe's hold upon them began to
slacken; and whereas I wondered at this, at first, I soon
began to understand that the cause of it was in me, and
that the fault of it was all mine.
Ah ! Had I given Joe no reason to doubt my constancy,
and to think that in prosperity I should grow cold to him
and cast him off? Had I given Joe's innocent heart no
cause to feel instinctively that as I got stronger, his hold
upon me would be weaker, and that he had better loosen
it in time and let me go, before I plucked myself away?
It was on the third or fourth occasion of my going out
walking in the Temple Gardens, leaning on Joe's arm, that
I saw this change in him very plainly. We had been sit-
ting in the bright warm sunlight, looking at the river, and
I chanced to say as we got up :
"See, Joe! lean walk quite strongly. Now, you shall
see me walk back by myself."
"Which do not overdo it, Pip," said Joe; "but I shall
be happy fur to see you able, air."
The last word grated on me; but how could I remon-
strate ! I walked no further than the gate of the gardens,
and then pretended to be weaker than I was, and asked
Joe for his arm. Joe gave it me, but was thoughtful.
I, for my part, was thoughtful too; for how best to
check this growing chang'3 in Joe, was a great perplexity
to my remorseful thoughts. That I was ashamed to tell
him exactly how I was placed, and what I had come down
to, I do not seek to conceal; but, I hope my reluctance was
not quite an unworthy one. He would want to help me
out of his little savings, I knew, and I knew that he ought
not to help me, and that I must not suffer him to do it.
It was a thoughtful evening with both of us. But, be-
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fore we went to bed, I had resolved that I would wait over
to-morrow, to-morrow being Sunday, and would begin my
new course with the new week. On Monday morning I
would speak to Joe about this change, I would lay aside
this last vestige of reserve, I would tell him what I had in
my thoughts (that Secondly, not yet arrived at), and why
I had not decided to go out to Herbert, and then the change
would be conquered for ever. As I cleared, Joe cleared,
and it seemed as though he had sympathetically arrived at
a resolution too.
We had a quiet day on the Sunday, and we rode out into
the country, and then walked in the fields.
' I feel thankful that I have been ill, Joe," I said.
'Dear old Pip, old chap, you're a'most come round, sir."
' It has been a memorable time for me, Joe."
'Like ways for myself, sir," Joe returned.
' We have had a time together, Joe, that I can never
forget. There were days once, I know, that I did for a
while forget; but I never shall forget these."
"Pip," said Joe, appearing a little hurried and troubled,
"there has been larks. And, dear sir, what have been
betwixt us — have been."
At night, when I had gone to bed, Joe came into my
room, as he had done all through my recovery. He aiked
me if I felt sure that I was as well as in the morning?
"Yes, dear Joe, quite."
" And are always a getting stronger, old chap? "
"Yes, dear Joe, steadily."
Joe patted the coverlet on my shoulder with his great
good hand, and said, in what I thought a husky voice,
"Goodnight!"
When I got up in the morning, refreshed and stronger
yet, I was full of my resolution to tell Joe all, without de-
lay. I would tell him before breakfast. I would dress at
once and go to his room and surprise him; for, it was the
first day I had been up early. I went to his room, and he was
not there. Not only was he not there, but his box was gone.
I hurried then to the breakfast-table, and on it found a
letter. These were its brief contents :
" Not wishful to intrude I have departured fur you are
well again dear Pip and will do better without " Jo.
"P.S. Ever the best of friends."
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Enclosed in the letter, was a receipt for the debt and
costs on which I had been arrested. Down to that moment
I had vainly supposed that my creditor had withdrawn or
suspended proceedings until I should be quite recovered.
I had never dreamed of Joe's having paid the money; but,
Joe had paid it, and the receipt was in his name.
What remained for me now, but to follow him to the
dear old forge, and there to have out my disclosure to him,
and my penitent remonstrance with him, and there to re-
lieve my mind and heart of that reserved Secondly, which
had begun as a vague something lingering in my thoughts,
and had formed into a settled purpose?
The purpose was, that I would go to Biddy, that I would
show her how humbled and repentant I came back, that I
would tell her how I had lost all I once hoped for, that I
would remind her of our old confidences in my first un-
happy time. Then, I would say to her, "Biddy, I think
you once liked me very well, when my errant heart, even
while it strayed away from you, was quieter and better
with you than it ever has been since. If you can like me
only half as well once more, if you can take me with all
my faults and disappointments on my head, if you can re-
ceive me like a forgiven child (and indeed I am as sorry,
Biddy, and have as much need of a hushing voice and a
soothing hand), I hope I am a little worthier of you than I
was — not much, but a little. And, Biddy, it shall rest
with you to say whether I shall work at the forge with
Joe, or whether I shall try for any different occupation
down in this country, or whether we shall go away to a dis-
tant place where an opportunity awaits me which I set
aside when it was offered, until I knew your answer. And
now, dear Biddy, if you can tell me that you will go
through the world with me, you will surely make it a bet-
ter world for me, and me a better man for it, and I will try
hard to make it a better world for you."
Such was my purpose. After three days more of recov-
ery, I went down to the old place, to put it in execution
And how I sped in it, is all I have left to tell.
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CHAPTER LVIII.
THE tidings of my high fortunes having had a heavy fall,
had got down to my native place and its neighbourhood,
before I got there. I found the Blue Boar in possession of
the intelligence, and I found that it made a great change
in the Boar's demeanour. Whereas the Boar had culti-
vated my good opinion with warm assiduity when I was
coming into property, the Boar was exceedingly cool on the
subject now that I was going out of property.
It was evening when I arrived, much fatigued by the
journey I had so often made so easily. The Boar could not
put me into my usual bedroom, which was engaged (prob-
ably by some one who had expectations), and could only
assign me a very indifferent chamber among the pigeons
and post-chaises up the yard. But, I had as sound a sleep
in that lodging as in the most superior accommodations the
Boar could have given me, and the quality of my dreams
was about the same as in the best bedroom.
Early in the morning while my breakfast was getting
ready, I strolled round by Satis House. There were printed
bills on the gate and on bits of carpet hanging out of the
windows, announcing a sale by auction of the Household
Furniture and Effects, next week. The House itself was
to be sold as old building materials, and pulled down.
LOT \ was marked in whitewashed knock-knee letters on
the brewhouse; LOT 2 on that part of the main building
which had been so long shut up. Other lots were marked
off 011 other parts of the structure, and the ivy had been
torn down to make room for the inscriptions, and much of
it trailed low in the dust and was withered already. Step-
ping in for a moment at the open gate and looking around
me with the uncomfortable air of a stranger who had no
business there, I saw the auctioneer's clerk walking on the
casks and telling them off for the information of a cata-
logue compiler, pen in hand, who made a temporary desk
of the wheeled chair I had so often pushed along to the
tune of Old Clem.
When I got back to my breakfast in the Boar's coffee-
room,, I found Mr. Pumblechook conversing with the land-
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lord. Mr. Pumblechook (not improved in appearance by
his late nocturnal adventure) was waiting for me, and ad-
dressed me in the following terms.
" Young man, I arn sorry to see you brought low. But
what else could be expected ! what else could be expected ! "
As he extended his hand with a magnificently forgiving
air, and as I was broken by illness and unfit to quarrel, I
took it.
"William," said Mr. Pumblechook to the Baiter, "put a
mufMn~~on~~table. And has it come to this ! Has it come to
this ! "
I frowningly sat down to my breakfast. Mr. Pumble-
chook stood over me and poured out my tea — before I could
touch the teapot — with the air of a benefactor who was re-
solved to be true to the last.
"William," said Mr. Pumblechook, mournfully, "put
the salt on. In happier times," addressing me, "I think
you took sugar? And did you take milk? You did.
Sugar and milk. William, bring a watercress."
"Thank you," said I shortly, "but I don't eat water-
cresses."
"You don't eat 'em," returned Mr. Pumblechook, sigh-
ing and nodding his head several times, as if he might
have expected that, and as if abstinence from watercresses
were consistent with my downfall. " True. The simple
fruits of the earth. No. You needn't bring any, Wil-
liam."
I went on with my breakfast, and Mr. Pumblechook
continued to stand over me, staring fishily and breathing
noisily, as he always did.
" Little more than skin and bone ! " mused Mr. Pumble-
chook, aloud. "And yet when he went away from here
(I may say with my blessing), and I spread afore him
my humble store, like the Bee, he was as plump as a
Peach ! "
This reminded me of the wonderful difference between
the servile manner in which he had offered his hand in my
new prosperity, saying, "May I?" and the ostentatious
clemency with which he had just now exhibited the same
fat five fingers.
" Hah ! " he went on, handing me the bread-and-butter.
" And air you a going to Joseph? "
"In Heaven's name," said I, firing in spite of myself,
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" what does it matter to you where I am going? Leave
that teapot alone."
It was the worst course I could have taken, because it
gave Pumblechook the opportunity he wanted.
"Yes, young man," said he, releasing the handle of the
article in question, retiring a step or two from my table,
and speaking for the behoof of the landlord and waiter at
the door, " I will leave that teapot alone. You are right,
young man. For once, you are right. I forgit myself
when I take such an interest in your breakfast, as to wish
your frame, exhausted by the debilitating effects of pro-
digygality, to be stimilated by the 'olesome nourishment of
your forefathers. And yet," said Pumblechook, turning
to the landlord and waiter, and pointing me out at arm's
length, " this is him as I ever sported with in his days of
happy infancy! Tell me not it cannot be; I tell you this
is him ! "
A low murmur from the two replied. The waiter ap-
peared to be particularly affected.
"This is him," said Pumblechook, "as I have rode in
my shay-cart. This is him as I have seen brought up by
hand. This is him untoe the sister of which I was uncle
by marriage, as her name was Georgiana M'ria from her
own mother, let him deny it if he can ! "
The waiter seemed convinced that I could not deny it,
and that it gave the case a black look.
" Young man," said Pumblechook, screwing his head at
me in the old fashion, "you air a going to Joseph. What
does it matter to me, you ask me, where you air a going?
I say to you, sir, you air a going to Joseph."
The waiter coughed, as if he modestly invited me to get
over that.
"Now," said Pumblechook, and all this with a most ex-
asperating air of saying in the cause of virtue what was
perfectly convincing and conclusive, " I will tell you what
to say to Joseph. Here is Squires of the Boar present,
known and respected in this town, and here is William,
which his father's name was Potkins if I do not deceive
myself."
" You do not, sir," said William.
"In their presence," pursued Pumblechook, "I will tell
you, young man, what to say to Joseph. Says you, ' Jo-
seph, I have this day seen my earliest benefactor and the
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founder of my fortun's. I will name no names, Joseph,
but so they are pleased to call him up-town, and I have
seen that man.'"
"I swear I don't see him here," said I.
"Say that likewise," retorted Pumblechook. "Say you
said that, and even Joseph will probably betray surprise."
"There you quite mistake him," said I. "I know bet-
ter."
"Says you," Pumblechook went on, "'Joseph, I have
seen that man, and that man bears you no malice and bears
me no malice. He knows your character, Joseph, and is
well acquainted with your pig-headedness and ignorance;
and he knows my character, Joseph, and he knows my
want of gratitoode. Yes, Joseph,' says you," here Pum-
blechook shook his head and hand at me, " ' he knows my
total deficiency of common human gratitoode. He knows
it, Joseph, as none can. You do not know it, Joseph, hav-
ing no call to know it, but that man do. ' '
Windy donkey as he was, it really amazed me that he
could have the face to talk thus to mine.
" Says you, ' Joseph, he gave me a little message, which
I will now repeat. It was, that in my being brought low,
he saw the finger of Providence He knowed that finger
when he saw it, Joseph, and he saw it plain. It pinted
out this writing, Joseph. Reward of ingratitoode to earli-
est benefactor, and founder of fortun's. But that man said
that he did not repent of what he had done, Joseph. Not
at all. It was right to do it, it was kind to do it, it was
benevolent to do it, and he would do it again.' '
"It's a pity," said I, scornfully, as I finished my inter-
rupted breakfast, " that the man did not say what he had
done and would do again."
" Squires of the Boar ! " Pumblechook was now address-
ing the landlord, "and William! I have no objections to
your mentioning, either up-town or down-town, if such
should be your wishes, that it was right to do it, kind to
do it, benevolent to do it, and that I would do it again."
With those words the Impostor shook them both by the
hand, with an air, and left the house; leaving me much
more astonished than delighted by the virtues of that same
indefinite "it." I was not long after him in leaving the
house too, and when I went down the High-street I saw
him holding forth (no doubt to the same effect) at his shop
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door to a select group, who honoured me with very unfa-
vourable glances as I passed on the opposite side of the
way
But, it was only the pleasanter to turn to Biddy and to
Joe, whose great forbearance shone more brightly than be-
fore, if that could be, contrasted with this brazen pretender.
I went towards them slowly, for my limbs were weak, but
with a sense of increasing relief as I drew nearer to them,
and a sense of leaving arrogance and untruthfulness further
and further behind.
The June weather was delicious. The sky was blue, the
larks were soaring high over the green corn, I thought all
that country-side more beautiful and peaceful by far than
I had ever known it to be yet. Many pleasant pictures of
the life that I would lead there, and of the change for the
better that would come over my character when I had a
guiding spirit at my side whose simple faith and clear
home-wisdom I had proved, beguiled my way. They
awakened a tender emotion in me; for, my heart was soft-
ened by my return, and such a change had come to pass
that I felt like one who was toiling home barefoot from
distant travel, and whose wanderings had lasted many
years.
The schoolhouse where Biddy was mistress, I had never
seen; but, the little roundabout lane by which I entered
the village for quietness' sake, took me past it. I was dis-
appointed to find that the day was a holiday; no children
were there, and Biddy's house was closed. Some hopeful
notion of seeing her, busily engaged in her daily duties,
before she saw me, had been in my mind and was defeated.
But, the forge was a very short distance off, and I went
towards it under the sweet green limes, listening for the
clink of Joe's hammer. Long after I ought to have heard
it, and long after I had fancied I heard it and found it but
a fancy, all was still. The limes were there, and the white
thorns were there, and the chestnut-trees were there, and
the leaves rustled harmoniously when I stopped to listen;
but, the clink of Joe's hammer was not in the midsummer
wind.
Almost fearing, without knowing why, to come in view
of the forge, I saw it at last, and saw that it was closed
No gl^am of fire, no glittering shower of sparks, no roar of
bellows; all shut up, and still.
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But, the house was not deserted, and the best parlour
seemed to be in use, for there were white curtains flutter-
ing in its window, and the window was open and gay with
flowers. I went softly towards it, meaning to peep over
the flowers, when Joe and Biddy stood before me, arm in
arm.
At first Biddy gave a cry, as if she thought it was my
apparition, but in another moment she was in my embrace.
I wept to see her, and she wept to see me; I, because she
looked so fresh and pleasant; she, because I looked so worn
and white.
" But, dear Biddy, how smart you are ! "
"Yes, dear Pip."
" And Joe, how smart you are ! "
"Yes, dear old Pip, old chap."
I looked at both of them, from one to the other, and
then
"It's my wedding-day," cried Biddy, in a burst of hap-
piness, " and I am married to Joe ! "
They had taken me into the kitchen, and I had laid my
head down on the old deal table. Biddy held one of my
hands to her lips, and Joe's restoring touch was on my
shoulder. " Which he warn't strong enough, my dear, fur
to be surprised," said Joe. And Biddy said, " I ought to
have thought of it, dear Joe, but I was too happy." They
were both so overjoyed to see me, so proud to see me, so
touched by my coming to them, so delighted that I should
have come by accident to make their day complete !
My first thought was one of great thankfulness that I
had never breathed this last baffled hope to Joe. How
often, while he was with me in my illness, had it risen to
my lips. How irrevocable would have been his knowledge
of it, if he had remained with me but another hour !
"Dear Biddy," said I, "you have the best husband in
the whole worftl, and if you could have seen him by my
bed you would have But no, you couldn't love him bet-
ter than you do."
"No, I couldn't indeed," said Biddy.
" And, dear Joe, you have the best wife in the whole
world, and she will make you as happy as even you deserve
to be, you dear, good, noble Joe ! "
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Joe looked at me with a quivering lip, and fairly put his
sleeve before his eyes.
" And Joe and Biddy both, as you have been to church
to-day and are in charity and love with all mankind, re-
ceive my humble thanks for all you have done for me, and
all I have so ill repaid ! And when I say that I am going
away within the hour, for I am soon going abroad, and that
I shall never rest until I have worked for the money with
which you have kept me out of prison, and have sent it to
you, don't think, dear Joe and Biddy, that if I could repay
it a thousand times over, I suppose I could cancel a farthing
of the debt I owe you, or that I would do so if I could ! "
They were both melted by these words, and both en-
treated me to say no more.
" But I must say more. Dear Joe, I hope you will have
children to love, and that some little fellow will sit in this
chimney corner of a winter night, who may remind you of
another little fellow gone out of it for ever. Don't tell
him, Joe, that I was thankless; don't tell him, Biddy,
that I was ungenerous and unjust; only tell him that I
honoured you both, because you were both so good and
true, and that, as your child, I said it would be natural to
him to grow up a much better man than I did."
"I ain't a going," said Joe, from behind his sleeve, "to
tell him nothink o' that natur, Pip. Nor Biddy ain't.
Nor yet no one ain't."
" And now, though I know you have already done it in
your own kind hearts, pray tell me, both, that you forgive
me ! Pray let me hear you say the words, that I may carry
the sound of them away with me, and then I shall be able
to believe that you can trust me, and think better of me, in
the time to come ! "
"O dear old Pip, old chap," said Joe. "God knows as
I forgive you, if I have anythink to forgive ! "
" Amen ! And God knows I do ! " echoed Biddy.
" Now let me go up and look at my old little room, and
rest there a few minutes by myself. And then when I
have eaten and drunk with you, go with me as far as the
finger-post, dear Joe and Biddy, before we say good bye ! "
I sold all I had, and put aside as much as I could, for
a composition with my creditors — who gave me ample time
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to pay them in full — and I went out and joined Herbert.
Within a month, I had quitted England, and within two
months I was clerk to Clarriker and Co., and within four
months I assumed my first undivided responsibility. For,
the beam across the parlour ceiling at Mill Pond Bank, had
then ceased to tremble under old Bill Barley's growls and
was at peace, and Herbert had gone away to marry Clara,
and I was left in sole charge of the Eastern Branch until
he brought her back.
Many a year went round, before I was a partner in the
House; but, I lived happily with Herbert and his wife, and
lived frugally, and paid my debts, and maintained a con-
stant correspondence with Biddy and Joe. It was not un-
til I became third in the Firmy-fEaTGlaixiker Jietrayed me
to Herbert; but, he then declared that the secret of Her-
bert's partnership had been long enough upon his con-
science, and he must tell it. So, he told it, and Herbert
was as much moved as amazed, and the dear fellow and I
were not the worse friends for the long concealment. I
must not leave it to be supposed that we were ever a great
House, or that we made mints of money. We were not in
a grand way of business, but we had a good name, and
worked for our profits, and did very well. We owed so
much to Herbert's ever cheerful industry and readiness,
that I often wondered how I had conceived that old idea of
his inaptitude, until I was one day enlightened by the re-
flection, that perhaps the inaptitude had never been in him
at all, but had been in me.
CHAPTEK LIX.
FOB eleven years I had not seen Joe nor Biddy with my
bodily eyes — though they had both been often before my
fancy in the East — when, upon an evening in December,
an hour or two after dark, I laid my hand softly on the
latch of the old kitchen door. I touched it so softly that I
was not heard, and I looked in unseen. There, smoking
his pipe in the old place by the kitchen firelight, as hale
and as strong as ever, though a little grey, sat Joe; and
there, fenced in the corner with Joe's leg, and sitting on
my own little stool looking at the fire, was 1 again !
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" We giv' him the name of Pip for your sake, dear old
chap," said Joe, delighted when I took another stool by
the child's side (but I did not rumple his hair), "and we
hoped he might grow a little bit like you, and we think he
do."
I thought so too, and I took him out for a walk next
morning, and we talked immensely, understanding one an-
other to perfection. And I took him down to the church-
yard, and set him on a certain tombstone there, and he
showed me from that elevation which stone was sacred to
the memory of Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and Also
Georgiana, Wife of the Above.
"Biddy," said I, when I talked with her after dinner, as
her little girl lay sleeping in her lap, " you must give Pip
to me, one of these days; or lend him, at all events."
"No, no," said Biddy, gently. "You must marry."
" So Herbert and Clara say, but I don't think I shall,
Biddy. I have so settled down in their home, that it's not
at all likely. I am already quite an old bachelor."
Biddy looked down at her child, and put its little hand
to her lips, and then put the good matronly hand with
which she had touched it into mine. There was something
in the action and in the light pressure of Biddy's wedding-
ring, that had a very pretty eloquence in it.
"Dear Pip," said Biddy, "you are sure you don't fret
for her? "
«0 no— I think not, Biddy."
" Tell me as an old friend. Have you quite forgotten
her? "
" My dear Biddy, I have forgotten nothing in my life
that ever had a foremost place there, and little that ever
had any place there. But that poor dream, as I once used
to call it, has all gone by, Biddy, all gone by ! "
Nevertheless, I knew while I said those words, that I
secretly intended to revisit the site of the old house that
/ evening, alone, for her sake. Yes, even so. For Estella's
/ sake.
^ ' I had heard of her as leading a most unhappy life, and
as being separated from her husband, who had used her
with great cruelty, and who had become quite renowned as
a compound of pride, avarice, brutality, and meanness.
And I had heard of the death of her husband, from an ac-
cident consequent on his ill-treatment of a horse. This re-
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lease had befallen her some two years before; for anything
I knew, she was married again.
The early dinner-hour at Joe's left me abundance of time,
without hurrying my talk with Biddy, to walk over to the
old spot before dark. But, what with loitering on the
way, to look at old objects and to think of old times, the
day had quite declined when I came to the place.
There was no house now, no brewery, no building what-
ever left, but the wall of the old garden. The cleared space
had been enclosed with a rough fence, and looking over it,
I saw that some of the old ivy had struck root anew, and
was growing green on low quiet mounds of ruin. A gate
in the fence standing ajar, I pushed it open, and went in.
A cold silvery mist had veiled the afternoon, and the
moon was not yet up to scatter it. But, the stars were
shining beyond the mist, and the moon was coming, and
the evening was not dark. I could trace out where every
part of the old house had been, and where the brewery had
been, and where the gates, and where the casks. I had
done so, and was looking along the desolate garden- walk,
when I beheld a solitary figure in it.
The figure showed itself aware of me as I advanced. It
had been moving towards me, but it stood still. As I drew
nearer, I saw it to be the figure of a woman. As I drew
nearer yet, it was about to turn away, when it stopped, and
let me come up with it. Then, it faltered as if much sur-
prised, and uttered my name, and I cried out :
"Estella!"
"I am greatly changed. I wonder you know me."
The freshness of her beauty was indeed gone, but its in-
describable majesty and its indescribable charm remained.
Those attractions in it, I had seen before; what I had
never seen before, was the saddened softened light of the
once proud eyes; what I had never felt before, was the
friendly touch of the once insensible hand.
We sat down on a bench that was near, and I said,
" After so many years, it is strange that we should thus
meet again, Estella, here where our first meeting was ! Do
you often come back? "
"I have never been here since."
"Nor I."
The moon began to rise, and I thought of the placid look
at the white ceiling, which had passed away. The moon
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began to rise, and I thought of the pressure on my hand
when I had spoken the last words he had heard on earth.
Estella was the next to break the silence that ensued
between us.
" I have very often hoped and intended to come back,
but have been prevented by many circumstances. Poor,
poor old place ! "
-^7 The silvery mist was touched with the first rays of the
moonlight, and the same rays touched the tears that
dropped from her eyes. Not knowing that I saw them, and
setting herself to get the better of them, she said quietly :
" Were you wondering, as you walked along, how it came
to be left in this condition? "
"Yes, Estella."
" The ground belongs to me. It is the only possession I
have not relinquished. Everything else has gone from me,
little by little, but I have kept this. It was the subject of
the only determined resistance I made in all the wretched
years."
" Is it to be built on? "
" At last it is. I came here to take leave of it before its
change. And you," she said, in a voice of touching inter-
est to a wanderer, "you live abroad still."
"Still."
"And do well, I am sure? "
" I work pretty hard for a sufficient living, and therefore
—Yes, I do well!"
" I have often thought of you," said Estella.
" Have you? "
" Of late, very often. There was a long hard time when
I kept far from me, the remembrance of what I had thrown
away when I was quite ignorant of its worth. But, since
my duty has not been incompatible with the admission of
that remembrance, I have given it a place in my heart."
" You have always held your place in my heart," I an-
swered.
And we were silent again until she spoke.
"I little thought," said Estella, "that I should take
leave of you in taking leave of this spot. I am very glad
to do so."
" Glad to part again, Estella? To me, parting is a pain-
ful thing. To me, the remembrance of our last parting has
been ever mournful and painful."
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"But you said to me," returned Estella, very earnestly,
" ' God bless you, God forgive you ! ' And if you could say
that to me then, you will not hesitate to say that to me
now — now, when suffering has been stronger than all other
teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart
used to be. I have been bent and broken, but — I hope —
into a better shape. Be as considerate and good to me as
you were, and tell me we are friends."
"We are friends," said I, rising and bending over her,
as she rose from the bench.
"And will continue friends apart," said Estella.
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined
place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when
I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now,
and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed
to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
THE END.
••1'H']
THE MYSTERY
OF
EDWIN DROOD.
.aooaa fci
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER
I. The Dawn, .......
II. A Dean, and a Chapter also, ....
HI. The Nuns' House,
IV. Mr. Sapsea, ........
V. Mr. Durdles and Friend, ....
VI. Philanthropy in Minor Canon Corner, .
VII. More Confidences than One, ....
VTII. Daggers Drawn, ......
IX. Birds in the Bush
X. Smoothing the Way, . .
XI. A Picture and a Ring,
XII. A Night with Durdles
XIII. Both at their Best, .
XIV. When shall these Three meet again? . .
XV. Impeached,
XVI. Devoted, . . . Y *
XVII. Philanthropy, Professional and Unprofessional,
XVIII. A Settler in Cloisterham
XIX. Shadow on the Sun-dial, ....
XX. A Flight, .......
XXI. A Recognition, .......
XXII. A Gritty State of Things comes on,
XXIII. The Dawn Again,
THE MYSTERY
OP
EDWIN DROOD.
CHAPTER I.
THE DAWN.
AN ancient English Cathedral Tower? How can the an-
cient English Cathedral Tower be here ! The well-known
massive grey square tower of its old Cathedral? How can
that be here ! There is no spike of rusty iron in the air,
between the eye and it, from any point of the real prospect.
What is the spike that intervenes, and who has set it up?
Maybe it is set up by the Sultan's orders for the impaling
of a horde of Turkish robbers, one by one. It is so, for
cymbals clash, and the Sultan goes by to his palace in long
procession. Ten thousand scimitars flash in the sunlight,
and thrice ten thousand dancing-girls strew flowers. Then,
follow white elephants caparisoned in countless gorgeous
colours, and infinite in number and attendants. Still the
Cathedral Tower rises in the background, where it cannot
be, and still no writhing figure is on the grim spike.
Stay ! Is the spike so low a thing as the rusty spike on
the top of a post of an old bedstead that has tumbled all
awry? Some vague period of drowsy laughter must be de-
voted to the consideration of this possibility.
Shaking from head to foot, the man whose scattered con-
sciousness has thus fantastically pieced itself together, at
length rises, supports his trembling frame upon his arms,
and looks around. He is in the meanest and closest of
small rooms. Through the ragged window-curtain, the
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light of early day steals in from a miserable court. He
lies, dressed, across a large unseemly bed, upon a bedstead
that has indeed given way under the weight upon it. Ly-
ing, also dressed, and also across the bed, not longwise, are
a Chinaman, a Lascar, and a haggard woman. The two
first are in a sleep or stupor; the last is blowing at a kind
of pipe, to kindle it. And as she blows, and shading it
with her lean hand, concentrates its red spark of light, it
serves in the dim morning as a lamp to show him what he
sees of her
"Another?'' says this woman, in a querulous, rattling
whisper. " Have another? "
He looks about him, with his hand to his forehead.
" Ye've smoked as many as five since ye come in at mid-
night," the woman goes on, as she chronically complains.
"Poor me, poor me, my head is so bad. Them two come
in after ye. Ah, poor me, the business is slack, is slack !
Few Chinamen about the Docks, and fewer Lascars, and
no ships coming in, these say! Here's another ready for
ye, deary. Ye'll remember like a good soul, won't ye,
that the market price is dreffle high just now? More nor
three shillings and sixpence for a thimbleful! And ye '11
remember that nobody but me (and Jack Chinaman t'other
side the court; but he can't do it as well as me) has the
true secret of mixing it? Ye'll pay up according, deary,
won't ye? "
She blows at the pipe as she speaks, and, occasionally
bubbling at it, inhales much of its contents.
"0 me, 0 me, my lungs is weak, my lungs is bad! It's
nearly ready for ye, deary. Ah, poor me, poor me, my
poor hand shakes like to drop off ! I see ye coming-to,
and I ses to my poor self, 'I'll have another ready for him,
and he'll bear in mind the market price of opium, and pay
according. ' 0 my poor head ! I makes my pipes of old
penny ink-bottles, ye see, deary — this is one — and I fits-in
a mouthpiece, this way, and I takes my mixter out of this
thimble with this little horn spoon; and so I fills, deary.
Ah, my poor nerves ! I got Heavens-hard drunk for six-
teen year afore I took to this; but this don't hurt me, not
to speak of. And it takes away the hunger as well as
wittles, deary."
She hands him the nearly-emptied pipe, and sinks back,
turning over on her face.
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 3
He rises unsteadily from the bed, lays the pipe upon the
hearth-stone, draws back the ragged curtain, and looks
with repugnance at his three companions. He notices that
the woman has opium-smoked herself into a strange like-
ness of the Chinaman. His form of cheek, eye, and tem-
ple, and his colour, are repeated in her. Said Chinaman
convulsively wrestles with one of his many Gods or Devils,
perhaps, and snarls horribly. The Lascar laughs and drib-
bles at the mouth. The hostess is still.
" What visions can she have? " the waking man muses,
as he turns her face towards him, and stands looking down
at it. "Visions of many butchers' slvops, and public-
houses, and much credit? Of an increase of hideous cus-
tomers, and this horrible bedstead set upright again, and
this horrible court swept clean? What can she rise to,
under any quantity of opium, higher than that! — Eh?"
He bends down his ear, to listen to her mutterings.
" Unintelligible ! "
As he watches the spasmodic shoots and darts that break
out of her face and limbs, like fitful lightning out of a dark
sky, some contagion in them seizes upon him : insomuch
that he has to withdraw himself to a lean arm-chair by the
hearth — placed there, perhaps, for such emergencies — and
to sit in it, holding tight, until he has got the better of
this unclean spirit of imitation.
Then he comes back, pounces on the Chinaman, and seiz-
ing him with both hands by the throat, turns him violently
on the bed. The Chinaman clutches the aggressive hands,
resists, gasps, and protests.
" What do you say? "
A watchful pause.
"Unintelligible!"
Slowly loosening his grasp as he listens to the incoherent
jargon with an attentive frown, he turns to the Lascar and
fairly drags him forth upon the floor. As he falls, the
Lascar starts into a half-risen attitude, glares with his eyes,
lashes about him fiercely with his arms, and draws a phan-
tom knife. It then becomes apparent that the woman has
taken possession of this knife, for safety's sake; for, she
too starting up, and restraining and expostulating with him,
the knife is visible in her dress, not in his, when they
drowsily drop back, side by side.
There has been chattering and clattering enough between
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them, but to no purpose. When any distinct word has
been flung into the air, it has had no sense or sequence.
Wherefore " unintelligible ! " is again the comment of the
watcher, made with some reassured nodding of his head,
and a gloomy smile. He then lays certain silver money on
the table, finds his hat, gropes his way down the broken
stairs, gives a good morning to some rat-ridden door-keeper,
in bed in a black hutch beneath the stairs, and passes out.
That same afternoon, the massive grey square tower of
an old cathedral rises before the sight of a jaded traveller.
The bells are going for daily vesper service, and he must
needs attend it, one would say, from his haste to reach the
open cathedral door. The choir are getting on their sullied
white robes, in a hurry, when he arrives among them, gets
on his own robe, and falls into the procession filing in to
service. Then, the Sacristan locks the iron-barred gates
that divide the sanctuary from the chancel, and all of the
procession having scuttled into their places, hide their faces;
and then the intoned words, " WHEN THE WICKED MAN —
rise among groins of arches and beams of roof, awakening
muttered thunder.
CHAPTER II.
A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO.
WHOSOEVER has observed that sedate and clerical bird,
the rook, may perhaps have noticed that when he wings his
way homeward towards nightfall, in a sedate and clerical
company, two rooks will suddenly detach themselves from
the rest, will retrace their flight for some distance, and will
there poise and linger; conveying to mere men the fancy
that it is of some occult importance to the body politic,
that this artful couple should pretend to have renounced
connection with it.
Similarly, service being over in the old cathedral with
the square tower, and the choir scuffling out again, and
divers venerable persons of rook-like aspect dispersing, two
of these latter retrace their steps, and walk together in the
echoing Close.
THE MYSTERY OP EDWIN DROOD. 5
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun
is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the
Virginia creeper on the cathedral wall has showered half
its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been
rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the
little pools on the cracked uneven flag-stones, and through
the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears. Their
fallen leaves lie strewn thickly about. Some of these
leaves, in a timid rush, seek sanctuary within the low
arched cathedral door; but two men coming out resist them,
and cast them forth again with their feet; this done, one
of the two locks the door with a goodly key, and the other
flits away with a folio music-book.
" Mr. Jasper was that, Tope? "
"Yes, Mr. Dean."
" He has stayed late."
" Yes, Mr. Dean. I have stayed for him, your Kever-
ence. He has been took a little poorly."
"Say 'taken,' Tope — to the Dean," the younger rook in-
terposes in a low tone with this touch of correction, as who
should say : " You may offer bad grammar to the . laity, or
the humbler clergy, not to the Dean."
Mr. Tope, Chief Verger and Showman, and accustomed
to be high with excursion parties, declines with a silent
loftiness to perceive that any suggestion has been tendered
to him.
" And when and how has Mr. Jasper been taken — for, as
Mr. Crisparkle has remarked, it is better to say taken —
taken — " repeats the Dean; " when and how has Mr. Jasper
been Taken—"
"Taken, sir," Tope deferentially murmurs.
« —Poorly, Tope?"
" Why, sir, Mr. Jasper was that breathed —
" I wouldn't say ' That breathed,' Tope," Mr. Crisparkle
interposes with the same touch as before. "Not English—
to the Dean."
"Breathed to that extent," the Dean (not unflattered
by this indirect homage) condescendingly remarks, "would
be preferable."
"Mr. Jasper's breathing was so remarkably short "-
thus discreetly does Mr. Tope work his way round the
sunken rock — "when he came in, that it distressed him
mightily to get his notes out: which was perhaps the cause
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of his having a kind of fit on him after a little. His mem-
ory grew DAZED." Mr. Tope, with his eyes on the Rev-
erend Mr. Crisparkle, shoots this word out, as defying him
to improve upon it : " and a dimness and giddiness crept
over him as strange as ever I saw : though he didn't seem
to mind it particularly, himself. However, a little time
and a little water brought him out of his DAZE." Mr.
Tope repeats the word and its emphasis, with the air of
saying: "As I have made a success, I'll make it again."
" And Mr. Jasper has gone home quite himself, has he? "
asked the Dean.
" Your Reverence, he has gone home quite himself. And
I'm glad to see he's having his fire kindled up, for it's
chilly after the wet, and the Cathedral had both a damp
feel and a damp touch this afternoon, and he was very
shivery."
They all three look towards an old stone gatehouse cross-
ing the Close, with an arched thoroughfare passing beneath
it. Through its latticed window, a fire shines out upon the
fast-darkening scene, involving in shadow the pendent
masses of ivy and creeper covering the building's front.
As the deep Cathedral-bell strikes the hour, a ripple of
wind goes through these at their distance, like a ripple of
the solemn sound that hums through tomb and tower,
broken niche and defaced, statue, in the pile close at hand.
" Is Mr. Jasper's nephew with him? " the Dean asks.
"No, sir," replied the Verger, "but expected. There's
his own solitary shadow betwixt his two windows — the one
looking this way, and the one looking down into the High
Street— drawing his own curtains now."
"Well, well," says the Dean, with a sprightly air of
breaking up the little conference, "I hope Mr. Jasper's
heart may not be too much set upon his nephew. Our af-
fections, however laudable, in this transitory world, should
never master us; we should guide them, guide them. I
find I am not disagreeably reminded of my dinner, by hear-
ing my dinner-bell. Perhaps Mr. Crisparkle you will, be-
fore going home, look in on Jasper? "
"Certainly, Mr. Dean. And tell him that you had the
kindness to desire to know how he was? "
"Ay; do so, do so. Certainly. Wished to know how
he was. By all means. Wished to know how he was."
With a pleasant air of patronage, the Dean as nearly
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 7
cocks his quaint hat as a Dean in good spirits may, and
directs his comely gaiters towards the ruddy dining-room
of the snug old red-brick house where he is at present, " in
residence " with Mrs. Dean and Miss Dean.
Mr. Crisparkle, Minor Canon, fair and rosy, and perpet-
ually pitching himself head-foremost into all the deep run-
ning water in the surrounding country; Mr. Crisparkle,
Minor Canon, early riser, musical, classical, cheerful, kind,
good-natured, social, contented, and boy-like; Mr. Crispar-
kle, Minor Canon and good man, lately " Coach " upon the
chief Pagan high roads, but since promoted by a patron
(grateful for a well- taught son) to his present Christian
beat; betakes himself to the gatehouse, ou his way home
to his early tea.
" Sorry to hear from Tope that you have not been well,
Jasper."
"0, it was nothing, nothing! "
"You look a little worn."
" Do I? O, I don't think so. What is better, I don't
feel so. Tope has made too much of it, I suspect. It's
his trade to make the most of everything appertaining to
the Cathedral, you know."
" I may tell the Dean — I call expressly from the Dean —
that you are all right again? "
The reply, with a slight smile, is: "Certainly; with my
respects and thanks to the Dean."
"I'm glad to hear that you expect young Drood."
"I expect the dear fellow every moment."
" Ah ! He will do you more good than a doctor, Jasper."
" More good than a dozen doctors. For I love him dear-
ly, and I dou't love doctors, or doctors' stuff."
Mr. Jasper is a dark man of some six-and-twenty, with
thick, lustrous, well-arranged black hair and whiskers. He
looks older than he is, as dark men often do. His voice
is deep and good, his face and figure are good, his manner
is a little sombre. His room is a little sombre, and may
have had its influence in forming his manner. It is mostly
in shadow. Even when the sun shines brilliantly, it sel-
dom touches the grand piano in the recess, or the folio
music-books on the stand, or the book-shelves on the wall,
or the unfinished picture of a blooming schoolgirl hanging
over the chimneypiece; her flowing brown hair tied with a
blue riband, and her beauty remarkable, for a quite childish,
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almost babyish, touch of saucy discontent, comically con-
scious of itself. (There is not the least artistic merit in
this picture, which is a mere daub; but it is clear that the
painter has made it humorously — one might almost say, re-
vengefully— like the original.)
" We shall miss you, Jasper, at the 'Alternate Musical
Wednesdays ' to-night; but no doubt you are best at home.
Good night. God bless you ! ' Tell me, shep-herds, te-e-
ell me; tell me-e-e, have you seen (have you seen, have
you seen, have you seen) my-y-y Flo-o-ora-a pass this
way ! ' ' Melodiously good Minor Canon the Reverend
Septimus Crisparkle thus delivers himself, in musical
rhythm, as he withdraws his amiable face from the doorway
and conveys it down-stairs.
Sounds of recognition and greeting pass between the
Reverend Septimus and somebody else, at the stair-foot.
Mr. Jasper listens, starts from his chair, and catches a
young fellow in his arms, exclaiming :
" My dear Edwin ! "
" My dear Jack ! So glad to see you ! "
" Get off your greatcoat, bright boy, and sit down here
in your own corner. Your feet are not wet? Pull your
boots off. Do pull your boots off."
" My dear Jack, I am as dry as a bone. Don't moddley-
coddley, there's a good fellow. I like anything better than
being moddley-coddley."
With the check upon him of being unsympathetically
restrained in a genial outburst of enthusiasm, Mr. Jasper
stands still, and looks on intently at the young fellow, di-
vesting himself of his outward coat, hat, gloves, and so
forth. Once for all, a look of intentness and intensity — a
look of hungry, exacting, watchful, and yet devoted affec-
tion— is always, now and ever afterwards, on the Jasper
face whenever the Jasper face is addressed in this direc-
tion. And whenever it is so addressed, it is never, on this
occasion or on any other, dividedly addressed; it is always
concentrated.
"Now I am right, and now I'll take my corner, Jack.
Any dinner, Jack? "
Mr. Jasper opens a door at the upper end of the room,
and discloses a small inner room pleasantly lighted and
prepared, wherein a comely dame is in the act of setting
dishes on table.
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 9
" What a jolly old Jack it is ! " cries the young fellow,
with a clap of his hands. "Look here, Jack; tell me;
whose birthday is it? "
"Not yours, I know," Mr. Jasper answers, pausing to
consider.
"Not mine, you know? No; not mine, / know!
Pussy's ! "
Fixed as the look the young fellow meets, is, there is yet
in it some strange power of suddenly including the sketch
over the chimney piece.
"Pussy's, Jack! We must drink Many happy returns
to her. Come, uncle; take your dutiful and sharp-set
nephew in to dinner."
As the boy (for he is little more) lays a hand on Jasper's
shoulder, Jasper cordially and gaily lays a hand on his
shoulder, and so Marseillaise- wise they go in to dinner.
" And, Lord ! here's Mrs. Tope ! " cries the boy. " Love-
lier than ever ! "
"Never you mind me, Master Edwin," retorts the Verg-
er's wife; "I can take care of myself."
" You can't. You're much too handsome. Give me a
kiss because it's Pussy's birthday."
" I'd Pussy you, young man, if I was Pussy, as you call
her," Mrs. Tope blushingly retorts, after being saluted.
"Your uncle's too much wrapt up in you, that's where it
is. He makes so much of you, that it's my opinion you
think you' ve only to call your Pussys by the dozen, to make
'em come."
"You forget, Mrs. Tope," Mr. Jasper interposes, taking
his place at the table with a genial smile, " and so do you,
Ned, that Uncle and Nephew are words prohibited here by
common consent and express agreement. For what we
are going to receive His holy name be praised ! "
" Done like the Dean ! Witness, Edwin Drood ! Please
to carve, Jack, for I can't."
This sally ushers in the dinner. Little to the present
purpose, or to any purpose, is said, while it is in course of
being disposed of. At length the cloth is drawn, and a
dish of walnuts and a decanter of rich-coloured sherry are
placed upon the table.
"I say! Tell me, Jack," the young fellow then flows
on : " do you really and truly feel as if the mention of our
relationship divided us at all? 1 don't."
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"Uncles as a rule, Ned, are so much older than their
nephews," is the reply, "that I have that feeling instinc-
tively."
" As a rule ! Ah, maybe ! But what is a difference in
age of half a dozen years or so? And some uncles, in
large families, are even younger than their nephews. By
George, I wish it was the case with us ! "
"Why?"
" Because if it was, I'd take the lead with you, Jack,
and be as wise as Begone, dull Care ! that turned a young
man grey, and Begone, dull Care ! that turned an old man
to clay. — Halloa, Jack! Don't drink."
" Why not? "
"Asks why not, on Pussy's birthday, and no Happy re-
turns proposed ! Pussy, Jack, and many of 'em ! Happy
returns, I mean."
Laying an affectionate and laughing touch on the boy's
extended hand, as if it were at once his giddy head and his
light heart, Mr. Jasper drinks the toast in silence.
" Hip, hip, hip, and nine times nine, and one to finish
with, and all that, understood. Hooray, hooray, hooray!
— And now, Jack, let's have a little talk about Pussy.
Two pairs of nut-crackers? Pass me one, and take the
other." Crack. "How's Pussy getting on, Jack?"
" With her music? Fairly."
" What a dreadfully conscientious fellow you are, Jack !
But 1 know, Lord bless you ! Inattentive, isn't she? "
" She can learn anything, if she will."
" If she will ! Egad, that's it. But if she won't? "
Crack! — on Mr. Jasper's part.
" How's she looking, Jack? "
Mr. Jasper's concentrated face again includes the por-
trait as he returns: "Very like your sketch indeed."
"I am a little proud of it," says the young fellow, glan-
cing up at the sketch with complacency, and then shutting
one eye, and taking a corrected prospect of it over a level
bridge of nut-crackers in the air : " Not badly hit off from
memory. But I ought to have caught that expression
pretty well, for I have seen it often enough."
Crack! — on Edwin Drood's part.
Crack! — on Mr. Jasper's part.
"In point of fact," the former resumes, after some silent
dipping among his fragments of walnut with an air of
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pique, "I see it whenever I go to see Pussy. If I don't
find it on her face, I leave it there. — You know I do, Miss
Scornful Pert. Booh ! " With a twirl of the nut-crackers
at the portrait.
Crack ! crack ! crack. Slowly, on Mr. Jasper's part.
Crack. Sharply on the part of Edwin Drood.
Silence on both sides.
" Have you lost your tongue, Jack? "
" Have you found yours, Ned? "
"No, but really; — isn't it, you know, after all — "
Mr. Jasper lifts his dark eyebrows inquiringly.
" Isn't it unsatisfactory to be cut off from choice in such
a matter? There, Jack ! I tell you ! If I could choose,
I would choose Pussy from all the pretty girls in the
world."
" But you have not got to choose."
"That's what I complain of. My dead and gone father
and Pussy's dead and gone father must needs marry us to-
gether by anticipation. Why the — Devil, I was going to
say, if it had been respectful to their memory — couldn't
they leave us alone? "
"Tut, tut, dear boy," Mr. Jasper remonstrates, in a tone
of gentle deprecation.
" Tut, tut? Yes, Jack, it's all very well for you. You
can take it easily. Your life is not laid down to scale, and
lined and dotted out for you, like a surveyor's plan. You
have no uncomfortable suspicion that you are forced upon
anybody, nor has anybody an uncomfortable suspicion that
she is forced upon you, or that you are forced upon her.
You can choose for yourself. Life, for you, is a plum with
the natural bloom on; it hasn't been over-carefully wiped
off for you — "
"Don't stop, dear fellow. Go on."
" Can I anyhow have hurt your feelings, Jack? "
" How can you have hurt my feelings? "
"Good Heaven, Jack, you look frightfully ill! There's
a strange film come ov£r your eyes."
Mr. Jasper, with a forced smile, stretches out his right
hand, as if at once to disarm apprehension and gain time
to get better. After a while he says faintly :
" I have been taking opium for a pain — an agony — that
sometimes overcomes me. The effects of the medicine steal
over me like a blight or a cloud, and pass. You see them
12 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
in the act of passing; they will be gone directly. Look
away from me. They will go all the sooner."
With a scared face the younger man complies by casting
his eyes downward at the ashes on the hearth. Not relax-
ing his own gaze on the fire, but rather strengthening it
with a fierce, firm grip upon his elbow-chair, the elder sits
for a few moments rigid, and then, with thick drops stand-
ing on his forehead, and a sharp catch of his breath, be-
comes as he was before. On his so subsiding in his chair,
his nephew gently and assiduously tends him while he
quite recovers. When Jasper is restored, he lays a tender
hand upon his nephew's shoulder, and, in a tone of voice
less troubled than the purport of his words — indeed with
something of raillery or banter in it — thus addresses him :
"There is said to be a hidden skeleton in every house;
but you thought there was none in mine, dear Ned."
" Upon my life, Jack, I did think so. However, when I
come to consider that even in Pussy's house — if she had
one — and in mine — if I had one — "
" You were going to say (but that I interrupted you in
spite of myself) what a quiet life mine is. No whirl and
uproar around me, no distracting commerce or calculation,
no risk, no change of place, myself devoted to the art I
pursue, my business my pleasure."
" I really was going to say something of the kind, Jack;
but you see, you, speaking of yourself, almost necessarily
leave out much that I should have put in. For instance:
I should have put in the foreground your being so much
respected as Lay Precentor, or Lay Clerk, or whatever you
call it, of this Cathedral; your enjoying the reputation of
having done such wonders with the choir; your choosing
your society, and holding such an independent position in
this queer old place; your gift of teaching (why, even
Pussy, who don't like being taught, says there never Avaa
such a Master as you are!), and your connection."
"Yes; I saw what you were tending to. I hate it."
" Hate it, Jack? " (Much bewildered. )
"I hate it. The cramped monotony of my existence
grinds me away by the grain. How does our service sound
to you? "
" Beautiful ! Quite celestial ! "
" It often sounds to me quite devilish. I am so Aveary
of it. The echoes of my own voice among the arches seem
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to mock me with my daily drudging round. No wretched
monk who droned his life away in that gloomy place, be-
fore me, can have been more tired of it than I am. He
could take for relief (and did take) to carving demons out
of the stalls and seats and desks. Whet shall I do? Must
I take to carving them out of my heart? "
" I thought you had so exactly found your niche in life,
Jack," Edwin Drood returns, astonished, bending forward
in his chair to lay a sympathetic hand on Jasper's knee, and
looking at him with an anxious face.
"I know you thought so. They all think so."
"Well, I suppose they do," says Edwin, meditating
aloud. "Pussy thinks so."
" When did she tell you that? "
"The last time I was here. You remember when.
Three months ago."
" How did she phrase it? "
" 0, she only said that she had become your pupil, and
that you were made for your vocation."
The younger man glances at the portrait. The elder sees
it in him.
"Anyhow, my dear Ned," Jasper resumes, as he shakes
his head with a grave cheerfulness, " I must subdue myself
to my vocation : which is much the same thing outwardly.
It's too late to find another now. This is a confidence be-
tween us."
"It shall be sacredly preserved, Jack."
" I have reposed it in you, because — "
" I feel it, I assure you. Because we are fast friends,
and because you love and trust me, as I love and trust you.
Both hands, Jack."
As each stands looking into the other's eyes, and as the
uncle holds the nephew's hands, the uncle thus proceeds :
" You know now, don't you, that even a poor monoto-
nous chorister and grinder of music — in his niche — may be
troubled with some stray sort of ambition, aspiration, rest-
lessness, dissatisfaction, what shall we call it? "
"Yes, dear Jack."
" And you will remember? "
" My dear Jack, I only ask you, am I likely to forget
what you have said with so. much feeling? "
"Take it as a warning, then."
In the act of having his hands released, and of moving a
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step back, Edwin pauses for an instant to consider the ap-
plication of these last words. The instant over, he says,
sensibly touched :
"I am afraid I am but a shallow, surface kind of fellow,
Jack, and that my headpiece is none of the best. But I
needn't say I am young; and perhaps I shall not grow
worse as I grow older. At all events, I hope I have some-
thing impressible within me, which feels — deeply feels —
the disinterestedness of your painfully laying your inner
self bare, as a warning to me."
Mr. Jasper's steadiness of face and figure becomes so
marvellous that his breathing seems to have stopped.
" I couldn't fail to notice, Jack, that it cost you a great
effort, and that you were very much moved, and very unlike
your usual self. Of course I knew that you were ex-
tremely fond of me, but I really was not prepared for your,
as I may say, sacrificing yourself to me in that way."
Mr. Jasper, becoming a breathing man again without the
smallest stage of transition between the two extreme states,
lifts his shoulders, laughs, and waves his right arm.
"No; don't put the sentiment away, Jack; please don't;
for I am very much in earnest. I have no doubt that that
unhealthy state of mind which you have so powerfully de-
scribed is attended with some real suffering, and is hard
to bear. But let me reassure you, Jack, as to the chances
of its overcoming me. I don't think I am in the way of it.
In some few months less than another year, you know, I
shall carry Pussy off from school as Mrs. Edwin Drood. I
shall then go engineering into the East, and Pussy with
me. And although we have our little tiffs now, arising out
of a certain unavoidable flatness that attends our love-mak-
ing, owing to its end being all settled beforehand, still I
have no doubt of our getting on capitally then, when it's
done and can't be helped. In short, Jack, to go back to
the old song I was freely quoting at dinner. (and who knows
old songs better than you?), my wife shall dance, and I
will sing, so merrily pass the day. Of Pussy's being beau-
tiful there cannot be a doubt; — and when you are good be-
sides, Little Miss Impudence," once more apostrophising
the portrait, " I'll burn your comic likeness, and paint your
music-master another. "
Mr. Jasper, with his hand to his chin, and with an ex-
pression of musing benevolence on his face, has attentively
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 15
watched every animated look and gesture attending the
delivery of these words. He remains in that attitude after
they are spoken, as if in a kind of fascination attendant on
his strong interest in the youthful spirit that he loves so
well. Then he says with a quiet smile :
" You won't be warned, then? "
"No, Jack."
" You can't be warned, then? "
" No, Jack, not by you. Besides that I don't really con-
sider myself in danger, I don't like your putting yourself
in that position."
" Shall we go and walk in the churchyard? "
"By all means. You won't mind my slipping out of it
for half a moment to the Nuns' House, and leaving a parcel
there? Only gloves for Pussy; as many pairs of gloves as
she is years old to-day. Rather poetical, Jack? "
Mr. Jasper, still in the same attitude, murmurs:
" ' Nothing half so sweet in life,' Ned ! "
" Here's the parcel in my greatcoat-pocket. They must
be presented to-night, or the poetry is gone. It's against
regulations for me to call at night, but not to leave a packet.
I am ready, Jack ! "
Mr. Jasper dissolves his attitude, and they go out to-
gether.
CHAPTER III.
THE NUNS' HOUSE.
FOR sufficient reasons, which this narrative will itself un-
fold as it advances, a fictitious name must be bestowed
upon the old Cathedral town. Let it stand in these pages
as Cloisterham. It was once possibly known to the Druids
by another name, and certainly to the Romans by another,
and to the Saxons by another, and to the Normans by an-
other; and a name more or less in the course of many cen-
turies can be of little moment to its dusty chronicles.
An ancient city, Cloisterham, and no meet dwelling-place
for any one with hankerings after the noisy world. A
monotonous, silent city, deriving an earthy flavour through-
out from its cathedral crypt, and so abounding in vestiges
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of monastic graves, that the Cloisterham children grow
small salad in the dust of abbots and abbesses, and make
dirt-pies of nuns and friars; while every ploughman in its
outlying fields renders to once puissant Lord Treasurers,
Archbishops, Bishops, and such-like, the attention which
the Ogre in the story-book desired to render to his unbidden
visitor, and grinds their bones to make his bread.
A drowsy city, Cloisterham, whose inhabitants seem to
suppose, with an inconsistency more strange than rare, that
all its changes lie behind it, and that there are no more to
come. A queer moral to derive from antiquity, yet older
than any traceable antiquity. So silent are the streets of
Cloisterham (though prone to echo on the smallest provoca-
tion), that of a summer-day the sunblinds of its shops scarce
dare to flap in the south wind; while the sun-browned
tramps, who pass along and stare, quicken their limp a.little,
that they may the sooner get beyond the confines of its
oppressive respectability. This is a feat not difficult of
achievement, seeing that the streets of Cloisterham city are
little more than one narrow street by which you get into it
and get out of it : the rest being mostly disappointing yards
with pumps m them and no thoroughfare — exception made
of the Cathedral-close, and a paved Quaker settlement, in
colour and general conformation very like a Quakeress's
bonnet, up in a shady corner.
In a word, a city of another and a bygone time is Clois-
terham, with its hoarse cathedral-bell, its hoarse rooks hov-
ering about the Cathedral tower, its hoarser and less dis-
tinct rooks in the stalls far beneath. Fragments of old
wall, saint's chapel, chapter-house, convent and monastery,
have got incongruously or obstructively built into many of
its houses and gardens, muoh as kindred jumbled notions
have become incorporated into many of its citizens' minds.
All things in it are of the past. Even its single pawn-
broker takes in no pledges, nor has he for a long time, but
offers vainly an unredeemed stock for sale, of which the
costlier articles are dim and pale old watches apparently in
a slow perspiration, tarnished sugar-tongs with ineffectual
legs, and odd volumes of dismal books. The most abun-
dant and the most agreeable evidences of progressing life in
Cloisterham are the evidences of vegetable life in many
gardens; even its drooping and despondent little theatre
has its poor strip of garden, receiving the foul fiend, when
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he ducks from its stage into the infernal regions, among
scarlet-beans or oyster-shells, according to the season of
the year.
In the midst of Cloisterham stands the Nuns' House : a
venerable brick edifice, whose present appellation is doubt-
less derived from the legend of its conventual uses. On
the trim gate enclosing its old courtyard is a resplendent
brass plate flashing forth the legend : " Seminary for
Young Ladies. Miss Twinkleton." The house-front is so
old and worn, and the brass plate is so shining and staring,
that the general result has reminded imaginative strangers
of a battered old beau with a large modern eye-glass stuck
in his blind eye.
Whether the nuns of yore, being of a submissive rather
than a stiff-necked generation, habitually bent their con-
templative heads to avoid collision with the beams in the
low ceilings of the many chambers of their House; whether
they sat in its long low windows telling their beads for
their mortification, instead of making necklaces of them for
their adornment; whether they were ever walled up alive
in odd angles and jutting gables of the building for having
some ineradicable leaven of busy mother Nature in them
which has kept the fermenting world alive ever since;
these may be matters of interest to its haunting ghosts (if
any), but constitute no item in Miss Twinkleton' s half-
yearly accounts. They are neither of Miss Twinkleton's
inclusive regulars, nor of her extras. The lady who under-
takes the poetical department of the establishment at so
much (or so little) a quarter has no pieces in her list of re-
citals bearing on such unprofitable questions.
As, in some cases of drunkenness and in others of ani-
mal magnetism, there are two states of consciousness which
never clash, but each of which pursues its separate course
as though it were continuous instead of broken (thus, if I
hide my watch when I am drunk, I must be drunk again
before I can remember where), so Miss Twinkleton has two
distinct and separate phases of being. Every night, the
moment the young ladies have retired to rest, does Miss
Twinkleton smarten up her curls a little, brighten up her
eyes a little, and become a sprightlier Miss Twinkleton
than the young ladies have ever seen. Every night, at the
same hour, does Miss Twinkleton resume the topics of the
previous night, comprehending the tenderer scandal of
2
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Cloisterham, of which she has no knowledge whatever by
day, and references to a certain season at Tunbridge Wells
(airily called by Miss Twinkleton in this state of her exist-
ence " The Wells " ) , notably the season wherein a certain
finished gentleman (compassionately called by Miss Twin-
kleton, in this stage of her existence, " Foolish Mr. Por-
ters") revealed a homage of the heart, whereof Miss Twin-
kleton, in her scholastic state of existence, is as ignorant
as a granite pillar. Miss Twinkleton's companion in both
states of existence, and equally adaptable to either, is one
Mrs. Tisher: a deferential widow with a weak back, a
chronic sigh, and a suppressed voice, who looks after the
young ladies' wardrobes, and leads them to infer that she
has seen better days. Perhaps this is the reason why
it is an article of faith with the servants, handed down
from race to race, that the departed Tisher was a hair-
dresser.
The pet pupil of the Nuns' House is Miss Rosa Bud, of
course called Rosebud; wonderfully pretty,' wonderfully
childish, wonderfully whimsical. An awkward interest
(awkward because romantic) attaches to Miss Bud in the
minds of the young ladies, on account of its being known
to them that a husband has been chosen for her by will and
bequest, and that her guardian is bound down to bestow
her on that husband when he comes of age. Miss Twiu-
kleton, in her seminarial state of existence, has combated
the romantic aspect of this destiny by affecting to shake
her head over it behind Miss Bud's dimpled shoulders, and
to brood on the unhappy lot of that doomed little victim.
But with no better effect — possibly some unfelt touch of
foolish Mr. Porter's has undermined the endeavour — than
to evoke from the young ladies an unanimous bedchamber
cry of " 0, what a pretending old thing Miss Twinkleton
is, my dear ! "
The Nuns' House is never in such a state of flutter as
when this allotted husband calls to see little Rosebud. (It
is unanimously understood by the young ladies that he is
lawfully entitled to this privelege, and that If Miss Twin-
kleton disputed it, she would be instantly taken up and
transported.) When his ring at the gate-bell is expected,
or takes place, every young lady who can, under any pre-
tence, look out of window, looks out of window; while ev-
ery young lady who is "practising," practises out of time;
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and the French class becomes so demoralised that the mark
goes round as briskly as the bottle at a convivial party in
the last century.
On the afternoon of the day next after the dinner of two
at the gatehouse, the bell is rung with the usual fluttering
results.
"Mr. Edwin Drood to see Miss Rosa."
This is the announcement of the parlour-maid in chief.
Miss Twinkleton, with an exemplary air of melancholy on
her, turns to the sacrifice, and says : " You may go down,
my dear." Miss Bud goes down, followed by all eyes.
Mr. Edwin Drood is waiting in Miss Twinkleton' s own
parlour : a dainty room, with nothing more directly scho-
lastic in it than a terrestrial and a celestial globe. These
expressive machines imply (to parents and guardians) that
even when Miss Twinkleton retires into the bosom of pri-
vacy, duty may at any moment compel her to become a sort
of Wandering Jewess, scouring the earth and soaring
through the skies in search of knowledge for her pupils.
The last new maid, who has never seen the young gentle-
man Miss Rosa is engaged to, and who is making his ac-
quaintance between the hinges of the open door, left open
for the purpose, stumbles guiltily down the kitchen stairs,
as a charming little apparition, with its face concealed by
a little silk apron thrown over its head, glides into the par-
lour.
" 0 ! it is so ridiculous ! " says the apparition, stopping
and shrinking. " Don't, Eddy ! "
" Don't what, Rosa? "
"Don't come any nearer, please. It is so absurd."
" What is absurd, Rosa? "
"The whole thing is. It is so absurd to be an engaged
orphan; and it is so absurd to have the girls and the ser-
vants scuttling about after one, like mice in the wainscot;
and it is so absurd to be called upon ! "
The apparition appears to have a thumb in the corner
of its mouth while making this complaint.
" You give me an affectionate reception, Pussy, I must
say."
"Well, I will in a minute, Eddy, but I can't just yet.
How are you?" (very shortly).
" I am unable to reply that I am much the better for see«
ing you, Pussy, inasmuch as I see nothing of you."
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This second remonstrance brings a dark bright pouting
eye out from a corner of the apron ; but it swiftly becomes
invisible again, as the apparition exclaims : " O good gra-
cious ! you have had half your hair cut off ! "
" I should have done better to have had my head cut off,
I think," says Edwin, rumpling the hair in question, with
a fierce glance at the looking-glass, and giving an impa-
tient stamp. " Shall I go? "
"No; you needn't go just yet, Eddy. The girls would
all be asking questions why you went."
"Once for all, .Rosa, will you uncover that ridiculous
little head of yours and give me a welcome? "
The apron is pulled off the childish head, as its wearer
replies : " You're very welcome, Eddy. There ! I'm sure
that's nice. Shake hands. No, I can't kiss you, because
I've got an acidulated drop in my mouth."
" Are you at all glad to see me, Pussy? "
"O, yes, I'm dreadfully glad. — Go and sit down. — Miss
Twinkle ton."
It is the custom of that excellent lady when these
visits occur, to appear every three minutes, either in
her own person or in that of Mrs. Tisher, and lay an offer-
ing on the shrine of Propriety by affecting to look for
some desiderated article. On the present occasion Miss
Twinkleton, gracefully gliding in and out, says in pass-
ing: "How do you do, Mr. Drood? Very glad indeed to
have the pleasure. Pray excuse me. Tweezers. Thank
you ! "
"I got the gloves last evening, Eddy, and I like them
very much. They are beauties."
" Well, that's something," the affianced replies, half
grumbling. " The smallest encouragement thankfully re-
ceived. And how did you pass your birthday, Pussy? "
" Delightfully ! Everybody gave me a present. And we
had a feast. And we had a ball at night."
"A feast and a ball, eh? These occasions seem to go off
tolerably well without me, Pussy."
" De-lightf ully ! " cries Rosa, in a quite spontaneous
manner, and without the least pretence of reserve.
" Hah ! And what was the feast? "
"Tarts, oranges, jellies, and shrimps."
" Any partners at the ball? "
" We danced with one another, of course, sir. But some
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 21
of the girls made game to be their brothers. It was so
droll!"
" Did anybody make game to be — "
" To be you? O dear yes ! " cries Rosa, laughing with
great enjoyment. "That was the first thing done."
"I hope she did it pretty well," says Edwin rather
doubtfully.
"0, it was excellent! — I wouldn't dance with you, you
know."
Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this; begs to
know if he may take the liberty to ask why?
" Because I was so tired of you, " returns Rosa. But she
quickly adds, and pleadingly too, seeing displeasure in his
face: "Dear Eddy, you were just as tired of me, you
know."
" Did I say so, Rosa? "
"Say so! Do you ever say so? No, you only showed
it. 0, she did it so well ! " cries Rosa, in a sudden ecstasy
with her counterfeit betrothed.
"It strikes me that she must be a devilish impudent
girl," says Edwin Droodo "And so, Pussy, you have
passed your last birthday in this old house."
"Ah, yes! " Rosa clasps her hands, looks down with a
sigh, and shakes her head.
" You seem to be sorry, Rosa."
" I am sorry for the poor old place. Somehow, I feel as
if it would miss me, when I am gone so far away, so
young."
" Perhaps we had better stop short, Rosa? "
She looks up at him with a swift bright look; next mo-
ment shakes her head, sighs, and looks down again.
"That is to say, is it, Pussy, that we are both resigned?"
She njds her head again, and after a short silence,
quaintly bursts out with : " You know we must be mar-
ried, and married from here, Eddy, or the poor girls will
be so dreadfully disappointed ! "
For the moment there is more of compassion, both for
her and for himself, in her affianced husband's face, than
there is of love. He checks the look, and asks : " Shall I
take you out for a walk, Rosa dear? "
Rosa dear does not seem at all clear on this point, until
her face, which has been comically reflective, brightens.
" O yes, Eddy ; let us go for a walk ! And I tell you what
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we'll do. You shall pretend that you are engaged to some-
body else, and I'll pretend that I am not engaged to any-
body, and then we shan't quarrel."
"Do you think that will prevent our falling out, Eosa? "
" I know it will. Hush ! Pretend to look out of window
—Mrs. Tisher ! »
Through a fortuitous concourse of accidents, the matronly
Tisher heaves in sight, says, in rustling through the room
like the legendary ghost of a dowager in silken skirts : " I
hope I see Mr. Drood well; though I needn't ask, if I may
judge from his complexion. I trust I disturb no one; but
there was a paper-knife — O, thank you, I am sure ! " and
disappears with her prize.
" One other thing you must do, Eddy, to oblige me," says
Rosebud. " The moment we get into the street, you must
put me outside, and keep close to the house yourself —
squeeze and graze yourself against it."
" By all means, Rosa, if you wish it. Might I ask why? "
"O! because I don't want the girls to see you."
"It's a fine day; but would you like me to carry an um-
brella up? "
" Don't be foolish, sir. You haven't got polished leather
boots on," pouting, with one shoulder raised.
" Perhaps that might escape the notice of the girls, even
if they did see me," remarks Edwin, looking down at his
boots with a sudden distaste for them.
" Nothing escapes their notice, sir. And then I know
what would happen. Some of them would begin reflecting
on me by saying (for they are free) that they never will on
any account engage themselves to lovers without polished
leather boots. Hark! Miss Twinkleton. I'll ask for
leave."
That discreet lady being indeed heard without, inquir-
ing of nobody in a blandly conversational tone as she ad-
vances : " Eh? Indeed ! Are you quite sure you saw my
mother-of-pearl button-holder on the work-table in my
room? " is at once solicited for walking leave, and gra-
ciously accords it. And soon the young couple go out of
the Nuns' House, taking all precautions against the dis-
covery of the so vitally defective boots of Mr. Edwin
Drood : precautions, let us hope, effective for the peace of
Mrs. Edwin Drood that is to be.
" Which way shall we take, Rosa? "
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Rosa replies: "I want to go to the Luinps-of- Delight
shop."
" To the—? "
"A Turkish sweetmeat, sir. My gracious me, don't you
understand anything? Call yourself an Engineer, and not
know that ? "
" Why, how should I know it, Rosa? "
"Because I am very fond of them. But 0! I forgot
what we are to pretend. No, you needn't know anything
about them; never mind."
So he is gloomily borne off to the Lumps-of- Delight shop,
where Rosa makes her purchase, and, after offering some
to him (which he rather indignantly declines), begins to
partake of it with great zest: previously taking off and
rolling up a pair of little pink gloves, like rose-leaves, and
occasionally putting her little pink fingers to her rosy lips,
to cleanse them from the Dust of Delight that comes off
the Lumps.
"Now, be a good-tempered Eddy, and pretend. And so
you are engaged? "
"And so I am engaged."
" Is she nice? "
"Charming."
"Tall?"
" Immensely tall ! " Rosa being short.
"Must be gawky, I should think," is Rosa's quiet com-
mentary.
"I beg your pardon; not at all," contradiction rising in
him. " What is termed a fine woman; a splendid woman."
"Big nose, no doubt," is the quiet commentary again.
" Not a little one, certainly," is the quick reply. (Rosa's
being a little one.)
"Long pale nose, with a red knob in the middle. 1
know the sort of nose," says Rosa, with a satisfied nod, and
tranquilly enjoying the Lumps.
"You don't know the sort of nose, Rosa," with some
warmth; "because it's nothing of the kind."
" Not a pale nose, Eddy? "
"No." Determined not to assent.
"A red nose? O! I don't like red noses. However; to
be sure she can always powder it."
"She would scorn to powder it," says Edwin, becoming
heated.
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"Would she? What a stupid thing she must be! Is
she stupid in everything? "
"No; in nothing."
After a pause, in which the whimsically wicked face has
not been unobservant of him, Rosa says :
" And this most sensible of creatures likes the idea of
being carried off to Egypt; does she, Eddy? "
" Yes. She takes a sensible interest in triumphs of en-
gineering skill: especially when they are to change the
whole condition of an undeveloped country."
" Lor ! " says Rosa, shrugging her shoulders, with a lit-
tle laugh of wonder. »
"Do you object," Edwin inquires, with a majestic turn
of his eyes downward upon the fairy figure : " do you ob-
ject, Rosa, to her feeling that interest? "
" Object? iny dear Eddy ! But really, doesn't she hate
boilers and things? "
"I can answer for her not being so idiotic as to hate
Boilers," he returns with angry emphasis; "though I can-
not answer for her views about Things; really not under-
standing what Things are meant."
" But don't she hate Arabs, and Turks, and Fellahs, and
people? "
" Certainly not." Very firmly.
" At least she must hate the Pyramids? Come, Eddy? "
" Why should she be such a little — tall, I mean — goose,
as to hate the Pyramids, Rosa? "
"Ah! you should hear Miss Twinkleton," often nodding
her head, and much enjoying the Lumps, "bore about
them, and then you wouldn't ask. Tiresome old burying-
grounds! Isises, and Ibises, and Cheopses, and Pha-
raohses; who cares about them? And then there was Bel-
zoni, or somebody, dragged out by the legs, half-choked
with bats and dust. All the girls say : Serve him right,
and hope it hurt him, and wish he had been quite
choked."
The two youthful figures, side by side, but not now arm-
in-arm, wander discontentedly about the old Close; and each
sometimes stops and slowly imprints a deeper footstep in
the fallen leaves.
" Well ! " says Edwin, a fter a lengthy silence. " Accord-
ing to custom. We can't get on, Rosa."
Rosa tosses her head, and says she don't want to get on.
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 25
"That's a pretty sentiment, Rosa, considering."
" Considering what? "
"If I say what, you'll go wrong again."
" You'll go wrong, you mean, Eddy. Don't be ungen-
erous."
" Ungenerous ! I like that ! "
"Then I don't like that, and so I tell you plainly," Rosa
pouts.
" Now, Rosa, I put it to you. Who disparaged my pro-
fession, my destination — "
"You are not going to be buried in the Pyramids, I
hope? " she interrupts, arching her delicate eyebrows.
" You never said you were. If you are, why haven't you
mentioned it to me? I can't find out your plans by in-
stinct."
"Now, Rosa, you know very well what I mean, my
dear."
" Well then, why did you begin with your detestable
red-nosed giantesses? And she would, she would, she
would, she would, she WOULD powder it ! " cries Rosa, in a
little burst of comical contradictory spleen.
" Somehow or other, I never can come right in these dis-
cussions," says Edwin, sighing and becoming resigned.
" How is it possible, sir, that you ever can come right
when you're always wrong? And as to Belzoni, I suppose
he's dead; — I'm sure I hope he is — and how can his legs
or his chokes concern you? "
" It is nearly time for your return, Rosa. We have not
had a very happy walk, have we? "
" A happy walk? A detestably unhappy walk, sir. If
I go up-stairs the moment I get in and cry till I can't take
my dancing lesson, you are responsible, mind ! "
"Let us be friends, Rosa."
" Ah ! " cries Rosa, shaking her head and bursting into
real tears, "I wish we could be friends! It's because we
can't be friends, that we try one another so. I am a young
little thing, Eddy, to have an old heartache; but I really,
really have, sometimes. Don't be angry. I know you
have one yourself too often. We should both of us have
done better, if What is to be had been left What might
have been. I am quite a little serious thing now, and not
teasing you. Let each of us forbear, this one time, on our
own account, and on the other's ! "
26 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
Disarmed by this glimpse of a woman's nature in the
spoilt child, though for an instant disposed to resent it as
seeming to involve the enforced infliction of himself upon
her, Edwin Drood stands watching her as she childishly
cries and sobs, with both hands to the handkerchief at her
eyes, and then — she becoming more composed, and indeed
beginning in her young inconstancy to laugh at herself for
having been so moved — leads her to a seat hard by, under
the elm-trees.
" One clear word of understanding, Pussy dear. I am
not clever out of my own line — now I come to think of it,
I don't know that I am particularly clever in it — but I
want to do right. There is not — there may be — I really
don't see my way to what I want to say, but I must say it
before we part — there is not any other young — "
"0 no, Eddy! It's generous of you to ask me; but no,
no, no ! "
They have come very near to the Cathedral windows, and
at this moment the organ and the choir sound out sublimely.
As they sit listening to the solemn swell, the confidence
of last night rises in young Edwin Drood' s mind, and he
thinks how unlike this music is to that discordance.
"I fancy I can distinguish Jack's voice," is his remark
in a low tone in connection with the train of thought.
"Take me back at once, please," urges his Affianced,
quickly laying her light hand upon his wrist. " They will
all be coming out directly; let us get away. O, what a
resounding chord ! But don't let us stop to listen to it; let
us get away ! "
Her hurry is over as soon as they have passed out of the
Close. They go arm-in-arm now, gravely and deliberately
enough, along the old High-street, to the Nuns' House. At
the gate, the street being within sight empty, Edwin bends
down his face to Rosebud's.
She remonstrates, laughing, and is a childish schoolgirl
again.
"Eddy, no! I'm too sticky to be kissed. But give me
your hand, and I'll blow a kiss into that."
He does so. She breathes a light breath into it and
asks, retaining it and looking into it : —
" Now say, what do you see? "
" See, Rosa? "
" Why, I thought you Egyptian boys could look into a
27
hand and see all sorts of phantoms. Can't you see a happy
Future? "
For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as
the gate opens, and closes, and one goes in, and the other
goes away.
CHAPTER IV.
MR. SAP8EA.
ACCEPTING the Jackass as the type of self-sufficient stu-
pidity and conceit — a custom, perhaps, like some few other
customs, more conventional than fair— then the purest
Jackass in Cloisterham is Mr. Thomas Sapsea, Auctioneer.
Mr. Sapsea " dresses at " the Dean; has been bowed to
for the Dean, in mistake; has even been spoken to in the
street, as My Lord, under the impression that he was the
Bishop come down unexpectedly, without his chaplain.
Mr. Sapsea is very proud of this, and of his voice, and of
his style. He has even (in selling landed property) tried
the experiment of slightly intoning in his pulpit, to make
himself more like what he takes to be the genuine ecclesi-
astical article. So, in ending a Sale by Public Auction,
Mr. Sapsea finishes off with an air of bestowing a benedic-
tion on the assembled brokers, which leaves the real Dean
— a modest and worthy gentleman — far behind.
Mr. Sapsea has many admirers; indeed, the proposition
is carried by a large local majority, even including non-
believers in his wisdom, that he is a credit to Cloisterham.
He possesses the great qualities of being portentous and
dull, and of having a roll in his speech, and another roll in
his gait; not to mention a certain gravely flowing action
with his hands, as if he were presently going to Confirm
the individual with whom he holds discourse. Much nearer
sixty years of age than fifty, with a flowing outline of
stomach, and horizontal creases in his waistcoat; reputed
to be rich; voting at elections in the strictly respectable in-
terest; morally satisfied that nothing but he himself has
grown since he was a baby; how can dunder-headed Mr.
Sapsea be otherwise than a credit to Cloisterham, and so-
ciety?
28 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
Mr. Sapsea's premises are in the High-street, over
against the Nuns' House. They are of about the period of
the Nuns' House, irregularly modernised here and there,
as steadily deteriorating generations found, more and more,
that they preferred air and light to Fever and the Plague.
Over the doorway is a wooden effigy, about half life-size,
representing Mr. Sapsea's father, in a curly wig and toga,
in the act of selling. The chastity of the idea, and the
natural appearance of the little finger, hammer, and pul-
pit, have been much admired.
Mr. Sapsea sits in his dull ground-floor sitting-room,
giving first on his paved back yard; and then on his railed-
off garden. Mr. Sapsea has a bottle of port wine on a
table before the fire — the fire is an early luxury, but pleas-
ant on the cool, chilly autumn evening — and is characteris-
tically attended by his portrait, his eight-day clock, and
his weather-glass. Characteristically, because he would
uphold himself against mankind, his weather-glass against
weather, and his clock against time.
By Mr. Sapsea's side on the table are a writing-desk and
writing materials. Glancing at a scrap of manuscript, Mr.
Sapsea reads it to himself with a lofty air, and then, slowly
pacing the room with his thumbs in the arm-holes of his
waistcoat, repeats it from memory: so internally, though
with much dignity, that the word "Ethelinda" is alone
audible.
There are three clean wineglasses in a tray on the table.
His serving-maid entering, and announcing " Mr. Jasper is
come, sir," Mr. Sapsea waves "Admit him," and draws two
wineglasses from the rank, as being claimed.
" Glad to see you, sir. I congratulate myself on having
the honour of receiving you here for the first time." Mr.
Sapsea does the honours of his house in this wise.
" You are very good. The honour is mine and the self-
congratulation is mine."
" You are pleased to say so, sir. But I do assure you
that it is a satisfaction to me to receive you in my humble
home. And that is what I would not say to everybody."
Ineffable loftiness on Mr. Sapsea's part accompanies these
words, as leaving the sentence to be understood: "You
will not easily believe that your society can be a satisfaction
to a man like yourself; nevertheless, it is."
" I have for some time desired to know you, Mr. Sapsea."
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 29
"And I, sir, have long known you by reputation as a
man of taste. Let me fill your glass. I will give you,
sir," says Mr. Sapsea, filling his own:
" When the French come over,
May we meet them at Dover ! "
This was a patriotic toast in Mr. Sapsea 's infancy, and he
is therefore fully convinced of its being appropriate to any
subsequent era.
"You can scarcely be ignorant, Mr. Sapsea," observes
Jasper, watching the auctioneer with a smile as the latter
stretches out his legs before the fire, " that you know the
world."
"Well, sir," is the chuckling reply, "I think I know
something of it; something of it."
" Your reputation for that knowledge has always inter-
ested and surprised me, and made me wish to know you.
For Cloisterham is a little place. Cooped up in it myself,
I know nothing beyond it, and feel it to be a very little
place. "
"If I have not gone to foreign countries, young man,"
Mr. Sapsea begins, and then stops : — " You will excuse me
calling you young man, Mr. Jasper? You are much my
junior."
"By all means."
"If I have not gone to foreign countries, young man,
foreign countries have come to me. They have come to me
in the way of business, and I have improved upon my op-
portunities. Put it that I take an inventory, or make a
catalogue. I see a French clock. I never saw him before,
in my life, but I instantly lay my finger on him and say
' Paris ! ' I see some cups and saucers of Chinese make,
equally strangers to me personally: I put my finger on
them, then and there, and I say ' Pekin, Nankin, and Can-
ton.' It is the same with Japan, with Egypt, and with
bamboo and sandal- wood from the East Indies; I put my
finger on them all. I have put my finger on the North
Pole before now, and said ' Spear of Esquimaux make, for
half a pint of pale sherry ! ' '
" Really? A very remarkable way, Mr. Sapsea, of ac-
quiring a knowledge of men and things."
"I mention it, sir," Mr. Sapsea rejoins, with unspeak-
able complacency, " because, as I say, it don't do to boast
30 THE MYSTERY OF EDWJN DROOD.
of what you are; but show how you came to be it, and then
you prove it."
" Most interesting. We were to speak of the late Mrs.
Sapsea. "
"We were, sir." Mr. Sapsea fills both glasses, and
takes the decanter into safe keeping again. " Before I con-
sult your opinion as a man of taste on this little trifle " —
holding it up — " which is but a trifle, and still has required
some thought, sir, some little fever of the brow, I ought
perhaps to describe the character of the late Mrs. Sapsea,
now dead three-quarters of a year."
Mr. Jasper, in the act of yawning behind his wineglass,
puts down that screen and calls up a look of interest. It
is a little impaired in its expressiveness by his having a
shut-up gape still to dispose of, with watering eyes.
"Half a dozen years ago, or so," Mr. Sapsea proceeds,
" when I had enlarged my mind up to — I will not say to
what it now is, for that might seem to aim at too much,
but up to the pitch of wanting another mind to be absorbed
in it — I cast my eye about me for a nuptial partner. Be-
cause, as I say, it is not good for man to be alone."
Mr. Jasper appears to commit this original idea to mem-
ory.
" Miss Brobity at that time kept, I will not call it the
rival establishment to the establishment at the Nuns' House
opposite, but I will call it the other parallel establishment
down town. The world did have it that she showed a pas-
sion for attending my sales, when they took place on half
holidays, or in vacation time. The world did put it about,
that she admired my style. The world did notice that as
time flowed by, my style became traceable in the dictation -
exercises of Miss Brobity's pupils. Young man, a whisper
even sprang up in obscure malignity, that one ignorant and
besotted Churl (a parent) so committed himself as to object
to it by name. But I do not believe this. For is it likely
that any human creature in his right senses would so lay
himself open to be pointed at, by what I call the finger of
scorn? "
Mr. Jasper shakes his head. Not in the least likely.
Mr. Sapsea, in a grandiloquent state of absence of mind,
seems to refill his visitor's glass, which is full already; and
does really refill his own, which is empty.
" Miss Brobity's Being, young man, was deeply imbued
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 31
with homage to Mind. She revered Mind, when launched,
or, as I say, precipitated, on an extensive knowledge of the
world. When I made my proposal, she did me the honour
to be so overshadowed with a species of Awe, as to be able
to articulate only the two words, " O Thou ! " meaning my-
self. Her limpid blue eyes were fixed upon me, her semi-
transparent hands were clasped together, pallor overspread
her aquiline features, and, though encouraged to proceed,
she never did proceed a word further. I disposed of the
parallel establishment by private contract, and we became
as nearly one as could be expected under the circumstances.
But she never could, and she never did, find a phrase sat-
isfactory to her perhaps-too-favourable estimate of my in-
tellect. To the very last (feeble action of liver), she ad-
dressed me in the same unfinished terms."
Mr. Jasper has closed his eyes as the auctioneer has
deepened his voice. He now abruptly opens them, and
says, in unison with the deepened voice, " Ah ! " — rather
as if stopping himself on the extreme verge of adding —
" men ! "
"I have been since," says Mr. Sapsea, with his legs
stretched out, and solemnly enjoying himself with the wine
and the fire, "^nhat you behold me; I have been since a
solitary mourner; I have been since, as I say, wasting my
evening conversation on the desert air. I will not say that
I have reproached myself; but there have been times when
I have asked myself the question : What if her husband
had been nearer on a level with her? If she had not had
to look up quite so high, what might the stimulating action
have been upon the liver? "
Mr. Jasper says, with an appearance of having fallen
into dreadfully low spirits, that he " supposes it was to be."
" We can only suppose so, sir," Mr. Sapsea coincides.
"As I say, Man proposes, Heaven disposes. It may or
may not be putting the same thought in another form; but
that is the way I put it."
Mr. Jasper murmurs assent.
"And now, Mr. Jasper," resumes the auctioneer, produ-
cing his scrap of manuscript, "Mrs. Sapsea's monument
having had full time to settle and dry, let me take your
opinion, as a man of taste, on the inscription I have (as I
before remarked, not without some little fever of the brow)
drawn out for it. Take it in your own hand. The setting
32 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
out of the lines requires to be followed with the eye, as
well as the contents with the mind."
Mr. Jasper complying, sees and reads as follows :
BTHELINDA,
Reverential Wife of
MR. THOMAS SAPSEA,
AUCTIONEER, VALUER, ESTATE AGENT, &c.
OP THIS CITY.
Whose Knowledge of the World,
Though somewhat extensive,
:!<j Never brought him acquainted with
A SPIRIT
More capable of
LOOKING UP TO HIM.
STRANGER, PAUSE
And ask thyself the Question,
CANST THOU DO LIKEWISE?
If Not,
WITH A BLUSH RETIRE.
Mr. Sapsea having risen and stationed himself with his
back to the fire, for the purpose of observing the effect of
these lines on the countenance of a man of taste, conse-
quently has his face towards the door, when his serving-
maid, again appearing, announces, " Durdles is come, sir ! "
He promptly draws forth and fills the third wineglass,
as being now claimed, and replies, " Show Durdles in."
" Admirable ! " quoth Mr. Jasper, handing back the
paper.
" You approve, sir? "
"Impossible not to approve. Striking, characteristic,
and complete."
The auctioneer inclines his head, as one accepting his
due and giving a receipt; and invites the entering Durdles
to take off that glass of wine (handing the same), for it will
warm him.
Durdles is a stonemason; chiefly in the gravestone, tomb,
and monument way, and wholly of their colour from head
to foot. No man is better known in Cloisterham. He is
the chartered libertine of the place. Fame trumpets him
a wonderful workman — which, for aught that anybody
knows, he may be (as he never works); and a wonderful
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 33
sot — which everybody kiiows he is. With the Cathedral
crypt he is better acquainted than any living authority; it
may even be than any dead one. It is said that the inti-
macy of this acquaintance began in his habitually resorting
to that secret place, to lock-out the Cloisterham boy-popu-
lace, and sleep off the fumes of liquor: he having ready
access to the Cathedral, as contractor for rough repairs.
Be this as it may, he does know much about it, and, in the
demolition of impedimental fragments of wall, buttress,
and pavement, has seen strange sights. He often speaks
of himself in the third person; perhaps, being a little
misty as to his own identity, when he narrates; perhaps,
impartially adopting the Cloisterham nomenclature in ref-
erence to a character of acknowledged distinction. Thus
he will say, touching his strange sights : " Durdles come
upon the old chap," in reference to a buried magnate of
ancient time and high degree, " by striking right into the
coffin with his pick. The old chap gave Durdles a look
with his open eyes, as much as to say, ' Is your name
Durdles? Why, my man, I've been waiting for you a
devil of a time ! ' And then he turned to powder." With
a two-foot rule always in his pocket, and a mason's ham-
mer all but always in his hand, Durdles goes continually
sounding and tapping all about and about the Cathedral;
and whenever he says to Tope: "Tope, here's another old
'un in here ! " Tope announces it to the Dean as an estab-
lished discovery.
In a suit of coarse flannel with horn buttons, a yellow
neckerchief with draggled ends, an old hat more russet-
coloured than black, and laced boots of the hue of his
stony calling, Durdles leads a hazy, gipsy sort of life,
carrying his dinner about with him in a small bundle, and
sitting on all manner of tombstones to dine. This dinner
of Durdles's has become quite a Cloisterham institution :
not only because of his never appearing in public without
it, but because of its having been, on certain renowned
occasions, taken into custody along with Durdles (as drunk
and incapable), and exhibited before the Bench of Justices
at the townhall. These occasions, however, have been
few and far apart: Durdles being as seldom drunk as
sober. For the rest, he is an old bachelor, and he lives in
a little antiquated hole of a house that was never finished :
supposed to be built, so far, of stones stolen from the city
3
34 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
wall. To this abode there is an approach, ankle-deep in
stone chips, resembling a petrified grove of tombstones,
urns, draperies, and broken columns, in all stages of sculp-
ture. Herein two journeymen incessantly chip, while
other two journeymen, who face each other, incessantly
saw stone; dipping as regularly in and out of their shel-
tering sentry-boxes, as if they were mechanical figures em-
blematical of Time and Death.
To Durdles, when he had consumed his glass of port,
Mr. Sapsea intrusts that precious effort of his Muse. Dur-
dles unfeelingly takes out his two-foot rule, and measures
the lines calmly, alloying them with stone-grit.
" This is for the monument, is it, Mr. Sapsea? "
"The Inscription. Yes." Mr. Sapsea waits for its
effect on a common mind.
"It'll come in to a eighth of a inch," says Durdles.
"Your servant, Mr. Jasper. Hope I see you well."
" How are you, Durdles? "
" I've got a touch of the Tombatism on me, Mr. Jasper,
but that I must expect."
"You mean the Rheumatism," says Sapsea, in a sharp
tone. (He is nettled by having his composition so me-
chanically received.)
"No, I don't. I mean, Mr. Sapsea, the Tombatism.
It's another sort from Rheumatism. Mr. Jasper knows
what Durdles means. You get among them Tombs afore
it's well light on a winter morning, and keep on, as the
Catechism says, a walking in the same all the days of your
life, and you'll know what Durdles means."
"It is a bitter cold place," Mr. Jasper assents, with an
antipathetic shiver.
"And if it's bitter cold for you, up in the chancel, with
a lot of live breath smoking out about you, what the bitter-
ness is to Durdles, down in the crypt among the earthy
damps there, and the dead breath of the old 'uns," returns
that individual, "Durdles leaves you to judge. — Is this to
be put in hand at once, Mr. Sapsea? "
Mr. Sapsea, with an Author's anxiety to rush into pub-
lication, replies that it cannot be out of hand too soon.
"You had better let me have the key then," says Dur-
dles.
"Why, man, it is not to be put inside the monument! "
"Durdles knows where it's to be put, Mr. Sapsea; no
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 35
man better. Ask 'ere a man in Cloisterham whether Dur-
dles knows his work."
Mr. Sapsea rises, takes a key from a drawer, unlocks
an iron safe let into the wall, and takes from it another
key.
" When Durdles puts a touch or a finish upon his work,
no matter where, inside or outside, Durdles likes to look at
his work all round, and see that his work is a doing him
credit," Durdles explains, doggedly.
The key proffered him by the bereaved widower being
a large one, he slips his two-foot rule into a side-pocket
of his flannel trousers made for it, and deliberately opens
his flannel coat, and opens the mouth of a large breast-
pocket within it before taking the key to place it in that
repository.
" Why, Durdles ! " exclaims Jasper, looking on amused,
" you are undermined with pockets ! "
"And I carries weight in 'em too, Mr. Jasper. Feel
those ! " producing two other large keys.
"Hand me Mr. Sapsea's likewise. Surely this is the
heaviest of the three."
"You'll find 'em much of a muchness, I expect," says
Durdles. " They all belong to monuments. They all open
Durdles's work. Durdles keeps the keys of his work
mostly. Not that they're much used."
"By-the-bye," it comes into Jasper's mind to say, as he
idly examines the keys, "I have been going to ask you,
many a day, and have always forgotten. You know they
sometimes call you Stony Durdles, don't you? "
"Cloisterham knows me as Durdles, Mr. Jasper."
" I am aware of that, of course. But the boys some-
times— "
" 0 ! if you mind them young imps of boys — " Durdles
gruffly interrupts. •
"I don't mind them any more than you do. But there
was a discussion the other day among the Choir, whether
Stony stood for Tony; " clinking one key against another.
("Take care of the wards, Mr. Jasper.")
"Or whether Stony stood for Stephen; " clinking with a
change of keys.
("You can't make a pitch pipe of 'em, Mr. Jasper.")
" Or whether the name comes from your trade. How
stands the fact? "
36 THE MYSTERY OP EDWIN DROOD.
Mr. Jasper weighs the three keys in his hand, lifts his
head from his idly stooping attitude over the fire, and de-
livers the keys to Durdles with an ingenuous and friendly
face.
But the stony one is a gruff one likewise, and that hazy
state of his is always an uncertain state, highly conscious
of its dignity, and prone to take offence. He drops his
two keys back into his pocket one by one, and buttons them
up; he takes his dinner- bundle from the chair- back on which
he hung it when he came in; he distributes the weight he
carries, by tying the third key up in it, as though he were
an Ostrich, and liked to dine off cold iron; and he gets out
of the room, deigning no word of answer.
Mr. Sapsea then proposes a hit at backgammon, which,
seasoned with his own improving conversation, and termi-
nating in a supper of cold roast beef and salad, beguiles the
golden evening until pretty late. Mr. Sapsea's wisdom
being, in its delivery to mortals, rather of the diffuse than
the epigrammatic order, is by no means expended even
then; but his visitor intimates that he will come back for
more of the precious commodity on future occasions, and
Mr. Sapsea lets him off for the present, to ponder on the
instalment he carries away.
CHAPTER V.
MR. DURDLES AND FRIEND.
JOHN JASPER, on his way home through the Close, is
brought to a stand-still by the spectacle of Stony Durdles,
dinner-bundle and*all, leaning his back against the iron
railing of the burial-ground enclosing it from the old
cloister-arches; and a hideous small boy in rags flinging
stones at him as a well-defined mark in the moonlight.
Sometimes the stones hit him, and sometimes they miss
him, but Durdles seems indifferent to either fortune. The
hideous small boy, on the contrary, whenever he hits Dur-
dles, blows a whistle of triumph through a jagged gap, con-
venient for the purpose, in the front of his mouth, where
half his teeth are wanting; and whenever he misses him,
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 37
yelps out " Mulled agin ! " and tries to atone for the failure
by taking a more correct and vicious aim.
" What are you doing to the man? " demands Jasper,
stepping out into the moonlight from the shade.
"Making a cock-shy of him," replies the hideous small
boy.
"Give me those stones in your hand."
" Yes, I'll give 'em you down your throat, if you come
a ketching hold of me," says the small boy, shaking him-
self loose, and backing. " I'll smash your eye, if you don't
look out ! "
" Baby-Devil that you are, what has the man done to
you? "
"He won't go home."
" What is that to you? "
" He gives me a 'apenny to pelt him home if I ketches
him out too late," says the boy. And then chants, like a
little savage, half stumbling and half dancing among the
rags and laces of his dilapidated boots : —
" Widdy widdy wen !
I — ket — ches — Im — out — ar — ter — ten,
Widdy widdy wy !
Then — E — don ' t — go — then — I — shy —
Widdy Widdy Wake-cock warning ! "
— with a comprehensive sweep on the last word, and one
more delivery at Durdles.
This would seem to be a poetical note of preparation,
agreed upon, as a caution to Durdles to stand clear if he
can, or to betake himself homeward.
John Jasper invites the boy with a beck of his head to
follow him (feeling it hopeless to drag him, or coax him),
and crosses to the iron railing where the Stony (and stoned)
One is profoundly meditating.
"Do you know this thing, this child?" asked Jasper,
at a loss for a word that will define this thing.
"Deputy," says Durdles, with a nod.
" Is that its— his— name? "
" Deputy," assents Durdles.
'•'I'm man-servant up at the Travellers' Twopenny in
Gas Works Garding," this thing explains. "All us man-
servants at Travellers' Lodgings is named Deputy. When
we're chock full and the Travellers is all abed I come out
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for my 'elth." Then withdrawing into the road, and tak-
ing aim, he resumes : —
" Widdy widdy wen I
I — ket — ches — Im — out — ar — ter — w
" Hold your hand," cries Jasper, "and don't throw while
I stand so near him, or I'll kill you ! Come, Durdles; let me
walk home with you to-night. Shall I carry your bundle? "
"Not on any account," replies Durdles, adjusting it.
" Durdles was making his reflections here when you come
up, sir, surrounded by his works, like a poplar Author.
—Your own brother-in-law; " introducing a sarcophagus
within the railing, white and cold in the moonlight. " Mrs.
Sapsea; " introducing the monument of that devoted wife.
"Late Incumbent;" introducing the Reverend Gentleman's
broken column. "Departed Assessed Taxes; " introducing
a vase and towel, standing on what might represent the
cake of soap. "Former pastry cook and Muffin-maker,
much respected; " introducing gravestone. "All safe and
sound here, sir, and all Durdles's work. Of the common
folk, that is merely bundled up in turf and brambles, the
less said the better. A poor lot, soon forgot."
" This creature, Deputy, is behind us," says Jasper, look-
ing back. " Is he to follow us? "
The relations between Durdles and Deputy are of a
capricious kind; for, on Durdles's turning himself about
with the slow gravity of beery soddenness, Deputy makes
a pretty wide circuit into the road and stands on the
defensive.
" You never cried Widdy Warning before you begun to-
night," says Durdles, unexpectedly reminded of, or imag-
ining, an injury.
" Yer lie, I did," says Deputy, in his only form of polite
contradiction.
"Own brother, sir," observes Durdles, turning himself
about again, and as unexpectedly forgetting his offence as
he had recalled or conceived it; " own brother to Peter the
Wild Boy! But I gave him an object in life."
"At which he takes aim?" Mr. Jasper suggests.
"That's it, sir," returns Durdles, quite satisfied; "at
which he takes aim I took him in hand and gave him an
object. What was he before? A destroyer. What work
did he do? Nothing but destruction. What did he earn
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by it? Short terms in Cloisterham Jail. Not a person,
not a piece of property, not a winder, not a horse, nor a
dog, nor a cat, nor a bird, nor a fowl, nor a pig, but what
he stoned, for want of an enlightened object. I put that
enlightened object before him, and now he can turn his
honest halfpenny by the three penn'orth a week."
"I wonder he has no competitors."
" He has plenty, Mr. Jasper, but he stones 'em all away.
Now, I don't know what this scheme of mine comes to,"
pursues Durdles, considering about it with the same sodden
gravity; " I don't know what you may precisely call it. It
ain't a sort of a — scheme of a — National Education? "
"I should say not," replies Jasper.
"1 should say not," assents Durdles; "then we won't
try to give it a name."
"He still keeps behind us," repeats Jasper, looking over
his shoulder; "is he to follow us? "
" We can't help going round by the Travellers' Two-
penny, if we go the short way, which is the back way,"
Durdles answers, "and we'll drop him there."
So they go on; Deputy, as a rear rank one, taking open
order, and invading the silence of the hour and place by
stoning every wall, post, pillar, and other inanimate ob-
ject, by the deserted way.
" Is there anything new down in the crypt, Durdles? "
asks John Jasper.
"Anything old, I think you mean," growls Durdles.
"It ain't a spot for novelty."
"Any new discovery on your part, I meant."
."There's a old 'un under the seventh pillar on the left
as you go down the broken steps of the little underground
chapel as formerly was; I make him out (so fur as I've
made him out yet) to be one of them old 'uns with a crook.
To judge from the size of the passages in the walls, and
of the steps and doors, by which they come and went, them
crooks must have been a good deal in the way of the old
'uns! Two on 'em meeting promiscuous must have hitched
one another by the mitre pretty often, I should say."
Without any endeavour to correct the liberality of this
opinion, Jasper surveys his companion — covered from head
to foot with old mortar, lime, and stone grit — as though
he, Jasper, were getting imbued with a romantic interest in
his weird life.
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"Yours is a curious existence."
Without furnishing the least clue to the question,
whether he receives this as a compliment or as quite the
reverse, Durdles gruffly answers: " Yours is another."
" Well ! inasmuch as my lot is cast in the same old
earthy, chilly, never-changing place, Yes. But there is
much more mystery and interest in your connection with the
Cathedral than in mine. Indeed, I am beginning to have
some idea of asking you to take me on as a sort of student,
or free 'prentice, under you, and to let me go about with
you sometimes, and see some of these odd nooks in which
you pass your days."
The Stony One replies, in a general way, "All right.
Everybody knows where to find Durdles, when he's
wanted." Which, if not strictly true, is approximately
so, if taken to express that Durdles may always be found
in a state of vagabondage somewhere.
"WThat I dwell upon most," says Jasper, pursuing his
subject of romantic interest, "is the remarkable accuracy
with which you would seem to find out where people are
buried. — What is the matter? That bundle is in your way;
let me hold it."
Durdles .has stopped and backed a little (Deputy, atten-
tive to all his movements, immediately skirmishing into the
road), and was looking about for some ledge or corner to
place his bundle on, when thus relieved of it.
" Just you give me my hammer out of that, " says Dur-
dles, "and I?ll show you."
Clink, clink. And his hammer is handed him.
"Now, lookee here. You pitch your note, don't you,
Mr. Jasper? "
"Yes."
" So I sound for mine. I take my hammer, and I tap."
(Here he strikes the pavement, and the attentive Deputy
skirmishes at a rather wider range, as supposing that his
head may be in requisition. ) I tap, tap, tap. Solid ! I go
on tapping. Solid still ! Tap again. Holloa ! Hollow !
Tap again, persevering. Solid in hollow! Tap, tap, tap,
to try it better. Solid in hollow; and inside solid, hollow
again ! There you are ! Old 'un crumbled away in stone
coffin, in vault ! "
" Astonishing ! "
"I have even done this," says Durdles, drawing out his
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two-foot rule (Deputy meanwhile skirmishing nearer, as
suspecting that Treasure may be about to be discovered,
which may somehow lead to his own enrichment, and the
delicious treat of the discoverers being hanged by the neck,
on his evidence, until they are dead). " Say that hammer
of mine's a wall — my work. Two; four; and two is six,"
measuring on the pavement. " Six foot inside that wall is
Mrs. Sapsea."
" Not really Mrs. Sapsea? "
" Say Mrs. Sapsea. Her wall's thicker, but say Mrs.
Sapsea. Durdles taps that wall represented by that ham-
mer, and says, after good sounding : " Something betwixt
us ! ' Sure enough, some rubbish has been left in that same
six-foot space by Durdles's men!"
Jasper opines that such accuracy "is a gift."
"I wouldn't have it at a gift," returns Durdles, by no
means receiving the observation in good part. " I worked
it out for myself. Durdles comes by his knowledge
through grubbing deep for it, and having it up by the roots
when it don't want to come. — Holloa you Deputy ! "
"Widdy!" is Deputy's shrill response, standing off
again.
" Catch that ha'penny. And don't let me see any more
of you to-night, after we come to the Travellers' Two-
penny."
" Warning ! " returns Deputy, having caught the half-
penny, and appearing by this mystic word to express his
assent to the arrangement.
They have but to cross what was once the vineyard, be-
longing to what was once the Monastery, to come into the
narrow back lane wherein stands the crazy wooden house
of two low stories currently known as the Travellers' Two-
penny : — a house all warped and distorted, like the morals
of the travellers, with scant remains of a lattice- work porch
over the door, and also of a rustic fence before its stamped-
out garden; by reason of the travellers being so bound to
the premises by a tender sentiment (or so fond of having a
fire by the roadside in the course of the day), that they can
never be persuaded or threatened into departure, without
violently possessing themselves of some wooden forget-me-
not, and bearing it off.
The semblance of an inn is attempted to be given to this
wretched place by fragments of conventional red curtaining
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in the windows, which rags are made muddily transparent
in the night-season by feeble lights of rush or cotton dip
burning dully in the close air of the inside. As Durdles
and Jasper come near, they are addressed by an inscribed
paper lantern over the door, setting forth the purport of
the house. They are also addressed by some half-dozen
other hideous small boys — whether twopenny lodgers or
followers or hangers-on of such, who knows ! — who, as if
attracted by some carrion-scent of Deputy in the air, start
into the moonlight, as vultures might gather in the desert,
and instantly fall to stoning him and one another.
"Stop, you young brutes," cries Jasper angrily, "and
let us go by ! "
This remonstance being received with yells and flying
stones, according to a custom of late years comfortably es-
tablished among police regulations of our English commu-
nities, where Christians are stoned on all sides, as if the
days of Saint Stephen were revived, Durdles remarks of
the young savages, with some point, that "they haven't got
an object," and leads the way down the lane.
At the corner of the lane, Jasper, hotly enraged, checks
his companion and looks back. All is silent. Next mo-
ment, a stone coming rattling at his hat, and a distant yell
of "Wake-Cock! Warning! " followed by a crow, as from
some infernally-hatched Chanticleer, apprising him under
whose victorious fire he stands, he turns the corner into
safety, and takes Durdles home : Durdles stumbling among
the litter of his stony yard as if he were going to turn head
foremost into one of the unfinished tombs.
John Jasper returns by another way to his gatehouse,
and entering softly with his key, finds his fire still burning.
He takes from a locked press a peculiar-looking pipe, which
he fills — but not with tobacco — and, having adjusted the
contents of the bowl, very carefully, with a little instru-
ment, ascends an inner staircase of only a few steps, lead-
ing to two rooms. One of these is his own sleeping cham-
ber: the other is his nephew's. There is a light in each.
His nephew lies asleep, calm and untroubled. John
Jasper stands looking down upon him, his unlighted pipe
in his hand, for some time, with a fixed and deep atten-
tion. Then, hushing his footsteps, he passes to his own
room, lights his pipe, and delivers himself to the Spectres
it invokes at midnight.
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CHAPTER VI.
PHILANTHROPY IN MINOR CANON CORNER.
THE Reverend Septimus Crisparkle (Septimus, because
six little brother Crisparkles before him went out, one by
one, as they were born, like six weak little rushlights, as
they were lighted), having broken the thin morning ice
near Cloisterhain Weir with his amiable head, much to the
invigoratiou of his frame, was now assisting his circulation
by boxing at a looking-glass with great science and prow-
ess. A fresh and healthy portrait the looking-glass pre-
sented of the Reverend Septimus, feinting and dodging
with the utmost artfulness, and hitting out from the shoul-
der with the utmost straightness, while his radiant feat-
ures teemed with innocence, and soft-hearted benevolence
beamed from his boxing-gloves.
It was scarcely breakfast-time yet, for Mrs. Crisparkle
— mother, not wife of the Reverend Septimus — was only
just down, and waiting for the urn. Indeed, the Reverend
Septimus left off at this very moment to take the pretty
old lady's entering face between his boxing-gloves and kiss
it. Having done so with tenderness, the Reverend Sep-
timus turned to again, countering with his left, and putting
in his right, in a tremendous manner.
"I say, every morning of my life, that you'll do it at
last, Sept," remarked the old lady, looking on; "and so
you will."
" Do what, Ma dear? "
"Break the pier-glass, or burst a blood-vessel."
"Neither, please God, Ma dear. Here's wind, Ma.
Look at this ! "
In a concluding round of great severity, the Reverend
Septimus administered and escaped all sorts of punishment,
and wound up by getting the old lady's cap into Chancery
— such is the technical term used in scientific circles by the
learned in the Noble Art — with a lightness of touch that
hardly stirred the lightest lavender or cherry riband on it.
Magnanimously releasing the defeated, just in time to get
his gloves into a drawer and feign to be looking out of
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window in a contemplative state of mind when a servant
entered, the Reverend Septimus then gave place to the urn
and other preparations for breakfast. These completed,
and the two alone again, it was pleasant to see (or would
have been, if there had been any one to see it, which there
never was), the old lady standing to say the Lord's Prayer
aloud, and her son, Minor Canon nevertheless, standing
with bent head to hear it, he being within five years of
forty : much as he had stood to hear the same words from
the same lips when he was within five months of four.
What is prettier than an old lady — except a young lady
— when her eyes are bright, when her figure is trim and
compact, when her face is cheerful and calm, when her
dress is as the dress of a china shepherdess : so dainty in
its colours, so individually assorted to herself, so neatly
moulded on her? Nothing is prettier, thought the good
Minor Canon frequently, when taking his seat at table
opposite his long- widowed mother. Her thought at such
times may be condensed into the two words that oftenest
did duty together in all her conversations : " My Sept ! "
They were a good pair to sit breakfasting together in
Minor Canon Corner, Cloisterham. For Minor Canon Cor-
ner was a quiet place in the shadow of the Cathedral, which
the cawing of the rooks, the echoing footsteps of rare pass-
ers, the sound of the Cathedral bell, or the roll of the Cathe-
dral organ, seemed to render more quiet than absolute
silence. Swaggering fighting men had had their centuries
of ramping and raving about Minor Canon Corner, and
beaten serfs had had their centuries of drudging and dying
there, and powerful monks had had their centuries of being
sometimes useful and sometimes harmful there, and behold
they were all gone out of Minor Canon Corner, and so much
the better. Perhaps one of the highest uses of their ever
having been there, was, that there might be left behind,
that blessed air of tranquillity which pervaded Minor Canon
Corner, and that serenely romantic state of the mind — pro-
ductive for the most part of pity and forbearance — which
is engendered by a sorrowful story that is all told, or a
pathetic play that is played out.
Bed-brick walls harmoniously toned down in colour by
time, strong-rooted ivy, latticed windows, panelled rooms,
big oaken beams in little places, and stone- walled gardens
where annual fruit yet ripened upon monkish trees, were
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the principal surroundings of pretty old Mrs. Crisparkle
and the Reverend Septimus as they sat at breakfast.
"And what, Ma dear, "inquired the Minor Canon, giving
proof of a wholesome and vigorous appetite, " does the let-
ter say? "
The pretty old lady, after reading it, had just laid it
down upon the breakfast-cloth. She handed it over to her
son.
Now, the old lady was exceedingly proud of her bright
eyes being so clear that she could read writing without
spectacles. Her son was also so proud of the circumstance,
and so dutifully bent on her deriving the utmost possible
gratification from it, that he had invented the pretence that
he himself could not read writing without spectacles.
Therefore he now assumed a pair, of grave and prodigious
proportions, which not only seriously inconvenienced his
nose and his breakfast, but seriously impeded his perusal
of the letter. For, he had the eyes of a microscope and a
telescope combined, when they were unassisted.
"It's from Mr. Honey thunder, of course," said the old
lady, folding her arms.
"Of course," assented her son. He then lamely read
on:
" ' Haven of Philanthropy,
" ' Chief Offices, London, Wednesday.
" ' DEAR MADAM,
" ' I write in the — ; ' In the what's this? What does
he write in? "
"In the chair," said the old lady.
The Reverend Septimus took off his spectacles, that he
might see her face, as he exclaimed :
" Why, what should be write in? "
"Bless me, bless me, Sept," returned the old lady, "you
don't see the context! Give it back to me, my dear."
Glad to get his spectacles off (for they always made his
eyes water), her son obeyed : murmuring that his sight for
reading manuscript got worse and worse daily.
" ' I write,' " his mother went on, reading very perspicu-
ously and precisely, " ' from the chair, to which I shall
probably be confined for some hours. ' '
Septimus looked at the row of chairs against the wall,
with a half -protesting and half-appealing countenance.
" ' We have,' " the old lady read on with a little extra
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emphasis, " ' a meeting of our Convened Chief Composite
Committee of Central and District Philanthropists, at our
Head Haven as above; and it is their unanimous pleasure
that I take the chair.' '
Septimus breathed more freely, and muttered : " O ! if he
comes to that, let him."
" ' Not to lose a day's post, I take the opportunity of a
long report being read, denouncing a public miscreant —
" It is a most extraordinary thing," interposed the gentle
Minor Canon, laying down his knife and fork to rub his ear
in a vexed manner, " that these Philanthropists are always
denouncing somebody. And it is another most extraor-
dinary thing that they are always so violently flush of
miscreants ! "
" ' Denouncing a public miscreant ! ' " — the old lady re-
sumed, " ' to get our little affair of business off my mind.
I have spoken with my two wards, Neville and Helena
Landless, on the subject of their defective education, and
they give in to the plan proposed; as I should have taken
good care they did, whether they liked it or not.' '
"And it is another most extraordinary thing," remarked
the Minor Canon in the same tone as before, " that these
philanthropists are so given to seizing their fellow-creatures
by the scruff of the neck, and (as one may say) bumping
them into the paths of peace. — I beg your pardon, Ma dear,
for interrupting."
" ' Therefore, dear Madam, you will please prepare your
son, the Rev; Mr. Septimus, to expect Neville as an inmate
to be read with, on Monday next. On the same day
Helena will accompany him to Cloisterham, to take up
her quarters at the Nuns' House, the establishment recom-
mended by yourself and son jointly. Please likewise to
prepare for her reception and tuition there. The terms in
both cases are understood to be exactly as stated to me in
writing by yourself, when I opened a correspondence with
you on this subject, after the honour of being introduced to
you at your sister's house in town here. With compli-
ments to the Rev. Mr. Septimus, I am, Dear Madam, Your
affectionate brother (In Philanthropy), LUKE HONEY-
THUNDER. ' ''
"Well, Ma," said Septimus, after a little more rubbing
of his ear, " we must try it. There can be no doubt that
we have room for an inmate, and that I have time to bestow
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upon him, arid inclination too. I must confess to feeling
rather glad that he is not Mr. Honeythunder himself.
Though that seems wretchedly prejudiced — does it not? —
for I never saw him. Is he a large man, Ma? "
"I should call him a large man, my dear," the old lady
replied after some hesitation, "but that his voice is so
much larger."
" Than himself? "
"Than anybody."
" Hah ! " said Septimus. And finished his breakfast as
if the flavour of the Superior Family Souchong, and also of
the ham and toast and eggs, were a little on the wane.
Mrs. Crisparkle's sister, another piece of Dresden china,
and matching her so neatly that they would have made a
delightful pair of ornaments for the two ends of any capa-
cious old-fashioned chimneypiece, and by right should never
have been seen apart, was the childless wife of a clergyman
holding Corporation preferment in London City. Mr.
Honeythunder in his public character of Professor of Phi-
lanthropy had come to know Mrs. Crisparkle during the
last rematching of the china ornaments (in other words,
during her last annual visit to her sister), after a public
occasion of a philanthropic nature, when certain devoted
orphans of tender years had been glutted with plum buns,
and plump bumptiousness. These were all the antecedents
known in Minor Canor Corner of the coming pupils.
"I am. sure you will agree with me, Ma," said Mr.
Crisparkle, after thinking the matter over, " that the first
thing to be done, is, to put these young people as much at
their ease as possible. There is nothing disinterested in
the notion, because we cannot be at our ease with them
unless they are at their ease with us. Now, Jasper's
nephew is down here at present; and like takes to like, and
youth takes to youth. He is a cordial young fellow, and
we will have him to meet the brother and sister at dinner.
That's three. We can't think of asking him, without ask-
iug Jasper. That's four. Add Miss Twinkleton and the
fairy bride that is to be, and that's six. Add our two
selves, and that's eight. Would eight at a friendly dinner
at all put you out, Ma? "
"Nine would, Sept," returned the old lady, visibly ner-
vous.
"My dear Ma, I particularise eight."
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"The exact size of the table and the room, my dear."
So it was settled that way; and when Mr. Crisparkle
called with his mother upon Miss Twiukleton, to arrange
for the reception of Miss Helena Landless at the Nuns'
House, the two other invitations having reference to that
establishment were proffered and accepted. Miss Twinkle-
ton did, indeed, glance at the globes, as regretting that
they were not formed to be taken out into society; but be-
came reconciled to leaving them behind. Instructions were
then despatched to the Philanthropist for the departure and
arrival, in good time for dinner, of Mr. Neville and Miss
Helena; and stock for soup became fragrant in the air of
Minor Canon Corner.
In those days there was no railway to Cloisterham, and
Mr. Sapsea said there never would be. Mr. Sapsea said
more; he said there never should be. And yet, marvellous
to consider, it has come to pass, in these days, that Ex-
press Trains don't think Cloisterham worth stopping at,
but yell and whirl through it on their larger errands, cast-
ing the dust off their wheels as a testimony against its in-
significance. Some remote fragment of Main Line to some-
where else, there was, which was going to ruin the Money
Market if it failed, and Church and State if it succeeded,
and (of course), the Constitution, whether or no; but even
that had already so unsettled Cloisterham traffic, that the
traffic, -deserting the high road, came sneaking in from an
unprecedented part of the country by a back stable- way,
for many years labelled at the corner: "Beware of the
Dog."
To this ignominious avenue of approach, Mr. Crisparkle
repaired, awaiting the arrival of a short squat omnibus,
with a disproportionate heap of luggage on the roof — like
a little Elephant with infinitely too much Castle — which
was then the daily service between Cloisterham and exter-
nal mankind. As this vehicle lumbered up, Mr. Crisparkle
could hardly see anything else of it for a large outside pas-
senger seated on the box, with his elbows squared, and his
hands on his knees, compressing the driver into a most un-
comfortably small compass, and glowering about him with
a strongly-marked face.
"Is this Cloisterham?" demanded the passenger, in a
tremendous voice.
"It is," replied the driver, rubbing himself as if he
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ached, after throwing the reins to the hostler. "And I
never was so glad to see it."
"Tell your master to make his box-seat wider, then," re-
turned the passenger. " Your master is morally bound —
and ought to be legally, under ruinous penalties — to pro-
vide for the comfort of his fellow-man."
The driver instituted, with the palms of his hands, a
superficial perquisition into the state of his skeleton; which
seemed to make him anxious.
" Have I sat upon you? " asked the passenger.
" You have," said the driver, as if he didn't like it at all.
"Take that card, my friend."
" I think I won't deprive you on it," returned the driver,
casting his eyes over it with no great favour, without tak-
ing it. " What's the good of it to me? "
"Be a Member of that Society," said the passenger.
" What shall I get by it? " asked the driver.
"Brotherhood," returned the passenger, in a ferocious
voice.
"Thankee," said the driver, very deliberately, as he got
down; "my mother was contented with myself, and so am
I. I don't want no brothers."
"But you must have them," replied the passenger, also
descending, "whether you like it or not. I am your
brother. "
" I say ! " expostulated the driver, becoming more chafed
in temper, " not too fur ! The worm will, when — "
But here Mr. Crisparkle interposed, remonstrating aside,
in a friendly voice : " Joe, Joe, Joe ! don't forget yourself,
Joe, my good fellow ! " and then, when Joe peaceably
touched his hat, accosting the passenger with : " Mr. Honey-
thunder? "
"That is my name, sir."
"My name is Crisparkle."
"Reverend Mr. Septimus? Glad to see you, sir. Nev-
ille and Helena are inside. Having a little succumbed of
late, under the pressure of my public labours, I thought I
would take a mouthful of fresh air, and come down with
them, and return at night. So you are the Reverend Mr.
Septimus, are you? " surveying him on the whole with dis-
appointment, and twisting a double eyeglass by its riband,
as if he were roasting it, but not otherwise using it. " Hah !
I expected to see you older, sir."
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" I hope you will, " was the good-humoured reply.
"Eh?" demanded Mr. Honeythunder.
"Only a poor little joke. Not worth repeating."
"Joke? Ay; I never see a joke," Mr. Honeythunder
frowningly retorted. " A joke is wasted upon me, sir.
Where are they? Helena and Neville, come here! Mr.
Crisparkle has come down to meet you."
An unusually handsome lithe young fellow, and an un-
usually handsome lithe girl; much alike; both very dark,
and very rich in colour; she of almost the gipsy type;
something untamed about them both; a certain air upon
them of hunter and huntress; yet withal a certain air of
being the objects of the chase, rather than the followers.
Slender, supple, quick of eye and limb; half shy, half de-
fiant; fierce of look; an indefinable kind of pause coming
and going on their whole expression, both of face and form,
which might be equally likened to the pause before a crouch
or a bound. - The rough mental notes made in the first five
minutes by Mr. Crisparkle would have read thus, verbatim.
He invited Mr. Honeythunder to dinner, with a troubled
mind (for the discomfiture of the dear old china shepherdess
lay heavy on it), and gave his arm to Helena Landless.
Both she and her brother, as they walked all together
through the ancient streets, took great delight in what he
pointed out of the Cathedral and the Monastery ruin, and
wondered — so his notes ran on — much as if they were
beautiful barbaric captives brought from some wild tropical
dominion. Mr. Honeythunder walked in the middle of the
road, shouldering the natives out of his way, and loudly
developing a scheme he had, for making a raid on all the
unemployed persons in the United Kingdom, laying them
every one by the heels in jail, and forcing them, on pain
of prompt extermination, to become philanthropists.
Mrs. Crisparkle had need of her own share of philan-
thropy when she beheld this very large and very loud ex-
crescence on the little party. Always something in the na-
ture of a Boil upon the face of society, Mr. Honeythunder
expanded into an inflammatory Wen in Minor Canon Corner.
Though it was not literally true, as was facetiously charged
against him by public unbelievers, that he called aloud to
his fellow-creatures : " Curse your souls and bodies, come
here and be blessed ! " still his philanthropy was of that
gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and ani-
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mosity was hard to determine. You were to abolish mili-
tary force, but you were first to bring all commanding offi-
cers who had done their duty, to trial by court-martial for
that offence, and shoot them. You were to abolish war,
but were to make converts by making war upon them, and
charging them with loving war as the apple of their eye.
You were to have no capital punishment, but were first to
sweep off the face of the earth all legislators, jurists, and
judges, who were of the contrary opinion. You were to
have universal concord, and were to get it by eliminating all
the people who wouldn't, or conscientiously couldn't, be
concordant. You were to love your brother as yourself, but
after an indefinite interval of maligning him (very much as
if you hated him), and calling him all manner of names.
Above all things, you were to do nothing in private, or on
your own account. You were to go to the offices of the
Haven of Philanthropy, and put your name down as a
Member and a Professing Philanthropist. Then, you were
to pay up your subscription, get your card of membership
and your riband and medal, and were evermore to live upon
a platform, and evermore to say what Mr. Honeythunder
said, and what the Treasurer said, and what the sub-Treas-
urer said, and what the Committee said, and what the sub-
Committee said, and what the Secretary said, and what the
Vice- Secretary said. And this was usually said in the
unanimously carried resolution under hand and seal, to the
effect : " That this assembled Body of Professing Philan-
thropists views, with indignant scorn and contempt, not
unmixed with utter detestation and loathing abhorrence "
- — in short, the baseness of all those who do not belong to
it, and pledges itself to make as many obnoxious statements
as possible about them, without being at all particular as
to facts.
The dinner was a most doleful breakdown. The philan-
thropist deranged the symmetry of the table, sat himself
in the way of the waiting, blocked up the thoroughfare,
and drove Mr. Tope (who assisted the parlour-maid) to the
verge of distraction by passing plates and dishes on, over
his own head. Nobody could talk to anybody, because he
held forth to everybody at once, as if the company had no
individual existence, but were a Meeting. He impounded
the Reverend Mr. Septimus, as an official personage to be
addressed, or kind of human peg to hang his oratorical hat
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on, and fell into the exasperating habit, common among
such orators, of impersonating him as a wicked and weak
opponent. Thus, he would ask : " And will you, sir, now
stultify yourself by telling me " — and so forth, when the
innocent man had not opened his lips, nor meant to open
them. Or he would say : " Now see, sir, to what a posi-
tion you are reduced. I will leave you no escape. After
exhausting all the resources of fraud and falsehood, during
years upon years; after exhibiting a combination of das-
tardly meanness with ensanguined daring, such as the world
has not often witnessed; you have now the hypocrisy to
bend the knee before the most degraded of mankind, and
to sue and whine and howl for mercy ! " Whereat the un-
fortunate Minor Canon would look, in part indignant and
in part perplexed; while his worthy mother sat bridling,
with tears in her eyes, and the remainder of the party
lapsed into a sort of gelatinous state, in which there was
no flavour or solidity, and very little resistance.
But the gush of philanthropy that burst forth when the
departure of Mr. Honeythunder began to impend, must
have been highly gratifying to the feelings of that distin-
guished man. His coffee was produced, by the special ac-
tivity of Mr. Tope, a full hour before he wanted it. Mr.
Crisparkle sat with his watch in his hand for about the
same period, lest he should overstay his time. The four
young people were unanimous in believing that the Cathe-
dral clock struck three-quarters, when it actually struck
but one. Miss Twinkleton estimated the distance to the
omnibus at five-and-twenty minutes' walk, when it was
really five. The affectionate kindness of the whole circle
hustled him into his greatcoat, and shoved him out into the
moonlight, as if he were a fugitive traitor with whom they
sympathised, and a troop of horse were at the back door.
Mr. Crisparkle and his new charge, who took him to the
omnibus, were so fervent in their apprehensions of his
catching cold, that they shut him up in it instantly and left
him, with still half-an-hour to spare.
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CHAPTER VII.
MORE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE.
" I KNOW very little of that gentleman, sir," said Neville
to the Minor Canon as they turned back.
" You know very little of your guardian? " the Minor
Canon repeated.
" Almost nothing ! "
" How came he —
"To be my guardian? I'll tell you, sir. I suppose you
know that we come (my sister and I) from Ceylon? "
"Indeed, no."
" I wonder at that. We lived with a stepfather there.
Our mother died there, when we were little children. We
have had a wretched existence. She made him our guar-
dian, and he was a miserly wretch who grudged us food to
eat, and clothes to wear. At his death, he passed us over
to this man; for no better reason that I know of, than his
being a friend or connection of his, whose name was always
in print and catching his attention."
" That was lately, I suppose? "
" Quite lately, sir. This stepfather of ours was a cruel
brute as well as a grinding one. It is well he died when
he did, or I might have killed him."
Mr. Crisparkle stopped short in the moonlight and looked
at his hopeful pupil in consternation.
" I surprise you, sir? " he said, with a quick change to a
submissive manner.
"You shock me; unspeakably shock me."
The pupil hung his head for a little while, as they
walked on, and then said : " You never saw him beat your
sister. I have seen him beat mine, more than once or twice,
and I never forgot it."
"Nothing," said Mr. Crisparkle, "not even a beloved and
beautiful sister's tears under dastardly ill-usage;" he be-
came less severe, in spite of himself, as his indignation
rose; "could justify those horrible expressions that you
used."
54 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
" I am sorry I used them, and especially to you, sir. I
beg to recall them. But permit me to set you right on one
point. You spoke of my sister's tears. My sister would
have let him tear her to pieces, before she would have let
him believe that he could make her shed a tear."
Mr. Crisparkle reviewed those mental notes of his, and
was neither at all surprised to hear it, nor at all disposed
to question it.
"Perhaps you will think it strange, sir," — this was said
in a hesitating voice — " that I should so soon ask you to al-
low me to confide in you, and to have the kindness to hear
a word or two from me in my defence? "
" Defence? " Mr. Crisparkle repeated. " You are not on
your defence, Mr. Neville."
" I think I am, sir. At least I know I should be, if you
were better acquainted with my character."
"Well, Mr. Neville," was the rejoinder. " What if you
leave me to find it out? "
" Since it is your pleasure, sir," answered the young man,
with a quick change in his manner to sullen disappoint-
ment : " since it is your pleasure to check me in my impulse,
I must submit."
There was that in the tone of this short speech which
made the conscientious man to whom it was addressed un-
easy. It hinted to him that he might, without meaning it,
turn aside a trustfulness beneficial to a misshapen young
mind and perhaps to his own power of directing and im-
proving it. They were within sight of the lights in his
windows, and he stopped.
" Let us turn back and take a turn or two up and down,
Mr. Neville, or you may not have time to finish what you
wish to say to me. You are hasty in thinking that I mean to
check you. Quite the contrary. I invite your confidence."
" You have invited it, sir, without knowing it, ever since
I came here. I say 'ever since,' as if I had been here a
week. The truth is, we came here (my sister and I) to
quarrel with you, and affront you, and break away again."
" Really? " said Mr. Crisparkle, at a dead loss for any-
thing else to say.
" You see, we could not know what you were beforehand,
sir; could we? "
"Clearly not," said Mr. Crisparkle.
"And having liked no one else with whom we have ever
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been brought into contact, we had made up our minds not
to like you. "
"Really?" said Mr. Crisparkle again.
" But we do like you, sir, and we see an unmistakable
difference between your house and your reception of us,
and anything else we have ever known. This — and my
happening to be alone with you — and everything around us
seeming so quiet and peaceful after Mr. Honey thunder's
departure — and Cloisterham being so old and grave and
beautiful, with the moon shining on it — these things in-
clined me to open my heart."
" I quite understand, Mr. Neville. And it is salutary to
listen to such influences."
"In describing my own imperfections, sir, I must ask
you not to suppose that I am describing my sister's. She
has come out of the disadvantages of our miserable life, as
much better than I am, as that Cathedral tower is higher
than those chimneys."
Mr. Crisparkle in his own breast was not so sure of
this.
"I have had, sir, from my earliest remembrance, to
suppress a deadly and bitter hatred. This has made me
secret and revengeful. I have been always tyrannically
held down by the strong hand. This has driven me, in my
weakness, to the resource of being false and mean. I have
been stinted of education, liberty, money, dress, the very
necessaries of life, the commonest pleasures of childhood,
the commonest possessions of youth. This has caused me
to be utterly wanting in I don't know what emotions, or
remembrances, or good instincts — I have not even a name
for the thing, you see ! — that you have had to work upon
in other young men to whom you have been accustomed."
"This is evidently true. But this is not encouraging,"
thought Mr. Crisparkle as they turned again.
" And to finish with, sir : I have been brought up among
abject and servile dependents, of an inferior race, and I
may easily have contracted some affinity with them. Some-
times, I don't know but that it may be a drop of what is
tigerish in their blood."
"As in the case of that remark just now," thought Mr.
Crisparkle.
"In a last word of reference to my sister, sir (we are
twin children), you ought to know, to her honour, that
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nothing in our misery ever subdued her, though it often
cowed me. When we ran away from it (we ran away four
times in six years, to be soon brought back and cruelly pun-
ished), the fight was always of her planning and leading.
Each time she dressed as a boy, and showed the daring
of a man. I take it we were seven years old when we first
decamped; but I remember, when I lost the pocket-knife
with which she was to have cut her hair short, how desper-
ately she tried to tear it out, or bite it off. I have nothing
further to say, sir, except that I hope you will bear with
me and make allowance for me."
"Of that, Mr. Neville, you may be sure," returned the
Minor Canon. "I don't preach more than I can help, and
I will not repay your confidence with a sermon. But I en-
treat you to bear in mind, very seriously and steadily, that
if I am to do you any good, it can only be with your own
assistance; and that you can only render that, efficiently,
by seeking aid from Heaven."
"I will try to do my part, sir."
" And, Mr. Neville, I will try to do mine. Here is my
hand on it. May (*od bless our endeavours ! "
They were now standing at his house-door, and a cheer-
ful sound of voices and laughter was heard within.
" We will take one more turn before going in," said Mr.
Crisparkle, "for I want to ask you a question. When you
said you were in a changed mind concerning me, you spoke,
not only for yourself, but for your sister too? "
"Undoubtedly I did, sir."
" Excuse me, Mr. Neville, but I think you have had no
opportunity of communicating with your sister, since I met
you. Mr. Honey thunder was very eloquent; but perhaps
I may venture to say, without ill-nature, that he rather
monopolised the occasion. May you not have answered for
your sister without sufficient warrant? "
Neville shook his head with a proud smile.
" You don't know, sir, yet, what a complete understand-
ing can exist between my sister and me, though no spoken
word — perhaps hardly as much as a look — may have passed
between us. She not only feels as I have described, but
she very well knows that I am taking this opportunity
of speaking to you, both for her and for myself."
Mr. Crisparkle looked in his face, with some incredulity;
but his face expressed such absolute and firm conviction of
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the truth of what he said, that Mr. Crisparkle looked at the
pavement, and mused, until they came to his door again.
"I will ask for one more turn, sir, this time," said the
young man, with a rather heightened colour rising in his
face. "But for Mr. Honey thunder's — I think you called
it eloquence, sir? " (somewhat slyly).
"I — yes, I called it eloquence," said Mr. Crisparkle.
"But for Mr. Honey thunder's eloquence, I might have
had no need to ask you what I am going to ask you. This
Mr. Edwin Drood, sir: I think that's the name? "
" Quite correct," said Mr. Crisparkle. " D-r-double o-d."
" Does he — or did he — read with you, sir? "
"Never, Mr. Neville. He comes here visiting his rela-
tion, Mr. Jasper."
" Is Miss Bud his relation too, sir? "
(" Now, why should he ask that, with sudden supercili-
ousness?" thought Mr. Crisparkle.) Then he explained,
aloud, what he knew of the little story of their betrothal.
"0! that's it, is it?" said the young man. "I under-
stand his air of proprietorship now ! "
This was said so evidently to himself, or to anybody
rather than Mr. Crisparkle, that the latter instinctively felt
as if to notice it would be almost tantamount to noticing a
passage in a letter which he had read by chance over the
writer's shoulder. A moment afterwards they re-entered
the house.
Mr. Jasper was seated at the piano as they came into his
drawing-room, and was accompanying Miss Rosebud while
she sang. It was a consequence of his playing the accom-
paniment without notes, and of her being a heedless little
creature, very apt to go wrong, that he followed her lips
most attentively, with his eyes as well as hands; carefully
and softly hinting the key-note from time to time. Stand-
ing with an arm drawn round her, but with a face far more
intent on Mr. Jasper than on her singing, stood Helena,
between whom and her brother an instantaneous recogni-
tion passed, in which Mr. Crisparkle saw, or thought he
saw, the understanding that had been spoken of, flash out.
Mr. Neville then took his admiring station, leaning against
the piano, opposite the singer; Mr. Crisparkle sat down by
the china shepherdess; Edwin Drood gallantly furled and
unfurled Miss Twinkleton's fan; and that lady passively
claimed that sort of exhibitor's proprietorship in the accom-
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plishment 011 view, which Mr. Tope, the Verger, daily
claimed in the Cathedral service.
The song went on. It was a sorrowful strain of parting,
and the fresh young voice was very plaintive and tender.
As Jasper watched the pretty lips, and ever and again
hinted the one note, as though it were a low whisper from
himself, the voice became less steady, until all at once the
singer broke into a burst of tears, and shrieked out, with
her hands over her eyes : " I can't bear this ! I am fright-
ened ! Take me away ! "
With one swift turn of her lithe figure, Helena laid the
little beauty on a sofa, as if she had never caught her up.
Then, on one knee beside her, and with one hand upon her
rosy mouth, while with the other she appealed to all the
rest, Helena said to them: "It's nothing; it's all over;
don't speak to her for one minute, and she is well ! "
Jasper's hands had, in the same instant, lifted them-
selves from the keys, and were now poised above them, as
though he waited to resume. In that attitude he yet sat
quiet: not even looking round, when all the rest had
changed their places and were reassuring one another.
"Pussy's not used to an audience; that's the fact," said
Edwin Drood. " She got nervous, and couldn't hold out.
Besides, Jack, you are such a conscientious master, and re-
quire so much, that I believe you make her afraid of you.
No wonder."
"No wonder," repeated Helena.
" There, Jack, you hear ! You would be afraid of him,
under similar circumstances, wouldn't you, Miss Land-
less? "
"Not under any circumstances," returned Helena.
Jasper brought down his hands, looked over his shoul-
der, and begged to thank Miss Landless for her vindication
of his character. Then he fell to dumbly playing, without
striking the notes, while his little pupil was taken to an
open window for air, and was otherwise petted and re-
stored. When she was brought back, his place was empty.
"Jack's gone, Pussy," Edwin told her. "I am more than
half afraid he didn't like to be charged with being the
Monster who had frightened you." But she answered
never a word, and shivered, as if they had made her a lit-
tle too cold.
Miss Twinkleton now opining that indeed these were
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late hours, Mrs. Crisparkle, for finding ourselves outside
the walls of the Nuns' House, and that we who undertook
the formation of the future wives and mothers of England
(the last words in a lower voice, as requiring to be com-
municated in confidence) were really bound (voice coming
up again) to set a better example than one of rakish habits,
wrappers were put in requisition, and the two young cava-
liers volunteered to see the ladies home. It was soon done,
and the gate of the Nuns' House closed upon them.
The boarders had retired, and only Mrs. Tisher in soli-
tary vigil awaited the new pupil. Her bedroom being
within Rosa's, very little introduction or explanation was
necessary, before she was placed in charge of her new
friend, and left for the night.
"This is a blessed relief, my dear," said Helena. "I
have been dreading all day, that I should be brought to
bay at this time."
"There are not many of us," returned Rosa, "and we
are good-natured girls; at least the others are; I can answer
for them."
"I can answer for you," laughed Helena, searching the
lovely little face with her dark fiery eyes, and tenderly
caressing the small figure. " You will be a friend to me,
won't you? "
" I hope so. But the idea of my being a friend to you
seems too absurd, though."
" Why? "
" 0, 1 am such a mite of a thing, and you are so womanly
and handsome. You seem to have resolution and power
enough to crush me. I shrink into nothing by the side of
your presence even."
" I am a neglected creature, my dear, unacquainted with
all accomplishments, sensitively conscious that I have every-
thing to learn, and deeply ashamed to own my ignorance."
" And yet you acknowledge everything to me ! " said Rosa.
" My pretty one, can I help it? There is a fascination
in you."
"0! is there though?" pouted Rosa, half in jest and
half in earnest. "What a pity Master Eddy doesn't feel
it more ! "
Of course her relations towards that young gentleman
had been already imparted in Minor Canon Corner.
" Why, surely he must love you with all his heart ! "
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cried Helena, with an earnestness that threatened to blaze
into ferocity if he didn't.
"Eh? 0, well, I suppose he does," said Rosa, pouting
again; "I am sure I have no right to say he doesn't. Per-
haps it's my fault. Perhaps I am not as nice to him as I
ought to be. I don't think I am. But it is so ridiculous ! "
Helena's eyes demanded what was.
" We are," said Rosa, answering as if she had spoken.
" We are such a ridiculous couple. And we are always
quarrelling."
" Why? "
" Because we both know we are ridiculous, my dear ! "
Rosa gave that answer as if it were the most conclusive an-
swer in the world.
Helena's masterful look was intent upon her face for a
few moments, and then she impulsively put out both her
hands and said:
" You will be my friend and help me? "
"Indeed, my dear, I will," replied Rosa, in a tone of
affectionate childishness that went straight and true to her
heart; " I will be as good a friend as such a mite of a thing
can be to such a noble creature as you. And be a friend
to me, please; I don't understand myself: and I want a
friend who can understand me, very much indeed."
Helena Landless kissed her, and retaining both her hands
said:
" Who is Mr. Jasper? "
Rosa turned aside her head in answering : " Eddy's uncle,
and my music-master."
" You do not love him? "
" Ugh ! " She put her hands up to her face, and shook
with fear or horror.
" You know that he loves you? "
"O, don't, don't, don't!" cried Rosa, dropping on her
knees, and clinging to her new resource. "Don't tell me
of it! He terrifies me. He haunts my thoughts, like a
dreadful ghost. I feel that I am never safe from him. I
feel as if he could pass in through the wall when he is
spoken of." She actually did look round, as if she dreaded
to see him standing in the shadow behind her.
"Try to tell me more about it, darling."
" Yes, I will, I will. Because you are so strong. But
hold me the while, and stay with me afterwards."
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" My child ! You speak as if he had threatened you in
some dark way."
"He has never spoken to me about — that. Never."
" What has he done? "
" He has made a slave of me with his looks. He has
forced me to understand him, without his saying a word;
and he has forced me to keep silence, without his uttering
a threat. When I play, he never moves his eyes from my
hands. When I sing, he never moves his eyes from my
lips. When he corrects me, and strikes a note, or a chord,
or plays a passage, he himself is in the sounds, whispering
that he pursues me as a lover, and commanding me to keep
his secret. I avoid his eyes, but he forces me to see them
without looking at them. Even when a glaze comes over
them (which is sometimes the case), and he seems to
wander away into a frightful sort of dream in which he
threatens most, he obliges me to know it, and to know
that he is sitting close at my side, more terrible to me than
ever."
" What is this imagined threatening, pretty one? What
is threatened? "
" I don't know. I have never even dared to think or
wonder what it is."
" And was this all, to-night? "
"This was all; except that to-night when he watched
my lips so closely as I was singing, besides feeling terrified
I felt ashamed and passionately hurt. It was as if he
kissed me, and I couldn't bear it, but cried out. You must
never breathe this to any one. Eddy is devoted to him.
]-5ut you said to-night that you would not be afraid of him,
under any circumstances, and that gives me — who am so
much afraid of him — courage to tell only you. Hold me !
Stay with me! I am too frightened to be left by my-
self."
The lustrous gipsy-face drooped over the clinging arms
and bosom, and the wild black hair fell down protectiugly
over the childish form. There was a slumbering gleam of
fire in the intense dark eyes, though they were then soft-
ened with compassion and admiration. Let whomsoever it
most concerned look well to it !
62 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
CHAPTEK VIII.
DAGGERS DRAWN.
THE two young men, having seen the damsels, their
charges, enter the courtyard of the Nuns' House, and find-
ing themselves coldly stared at by the brazen door-plate, as
if the battered old beau with the glass in his eye were iu-
solent, look at one another, look along the perspective of
the moonlit street, and slowly walk away together.
"Do you stay here long, Mr. Drood? " says Neville.
"Not this time," is the careless answer. "I leave for
London again, to-morrow. But I shall be here, off and on,
until next Midsummer; then I shall take my leave of Clois-
terham, and England too; for many a long day, I expect."
" Are you going abroad? "
"Going to wake up Egypt a little," is the condescending
answer.
" Are you reading? "
" Reading? " repeats Edwin Drood, with a touch of con-
tempt. "No. Doing, working, engineering. My small
patrimony was left a part of the capital of the Firm I am
with, by my father, a former partner; and I am a charge
upon the Firm until I come of age; and then I step into my
modest share in the concern. Jack — you met him at din-
ner— is, until then, my guardian and trustee."
"I heard from Mr. Crisparkle of your other good for-
tune."
" What do you mean by my other good fortune? "
Neville has made his remark in a watchfully advancing,
and yet furtive and shy manner, very expressive of that
peculiar air already noticed, of being at once hunter and
hunted. Edwin has made his retort with an abruptness
not at all polite. They] stop and interchange a rather
heated look.
"I hope," says Neville, "there is no offence, Mr. Drood,
in my innocently referring to your betrothal? "
" By George ! " cries Edwin, leading on again at a some-
what quicker pace; " everybody in this chattering old Clois-
terham refers to it. I wonder no public-house has been
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set up, with my portrait for the sign of The Betrothed 's
Head. Or Pussy's portrait. One or the other."
" I am not accountable for Mr. Crisparkle's mentioning
the matter to me, quite openly," Neville begins.
"No; that's true; you are not," Edwin Drood assents.
"But," resumes Neville, "I am accountable for mention-
ing it to you. And I did so, on the supposition that you
could not fail to be highly proud of it."
Now, there are these two curious touches of human na-
ture working the secret springs of this dialogue. Neville
Landless is already enough impressed by Little Rosebud,
to feel indignant that Edwin Drood (far below her) should
hold his prize so lightly. Edwin Drood is already enough
impressed by Helena, to feel indignant that Helena's
brother (far below her) should dispose of him so coolly,
and put him out of the way so entirely.
However, the last remark had better be answered. So,
says Edwin :
"I don't know, Mr. Neville" (adopting that mode of
address from Mr. Crisparkle), "that what people are proud-
est of, they usually talk most about; I don't know either,
that what they are proudest of, they most like other people
to talk about. But I live a busy life, and I speak under
correction by you readers, who ought to know everything,
and I daresay do."
By this time they had both become savage; Mr. Neville
out in the open ; Edwin Drood under the transparent cover
of a popular tune, and a stop now and then to pretend to
admire picturesque effects in the moonlight before him.
" It does not seem to me very civil in you," remarks
Neville, at length, " to reflect upon a stranger who comes
here, not having had your advantages, to try to make up
for lost time. But, to be sure, / was not brought up in
'busy life,' and my ideas of civility were formed among
Heathens."
" Perhaps, the best civility, whatever kind of people we
are brought up among," retorts Edwin Drood, "is to mind
our own business. If you will set me that example, I
promise to follow it."
" Do you know that you take a great deal too much upon
yourself? " is the angry rejoinder, " and that in the part of
the world I come from, you would be called to account for
it?"
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" By whom, for instance? " asks Edwin Drood, coming
to a halt, and surveying the other with a look of disdain.
But, here a startling right hand is laid on Edwin's shoul-
der, and Jasper stands between them. For, it would seem
that he, too, has strolled round by the Nuns' House, and
has come up behind them on the shadowy side of the road.
"Ned, Ned, Ned!" he says; "we must have no more of
this. I don't like this. I have overheard high words be-
tween you two. Remember, my dear boy, you are almost
in the position of host to-night. You belong, as it were, to
the place, and in a manner represent it towards a stranger.
Mr. Neville is a stranger, and you should respect the obli-
gations of hospitality. And, Mr. Neville," laying his left
hand on the inner shoulder of that young gentleman, and
thus walking on between them, hand to shoulder on either
side: "you will pardon me; but I appeal to you to govern
your temper too. Now, what is amiss? But why ask! Let
there be nothing amiss, and the question is superfluous.
We are all three on a good understanding, are we not? "
After a silent struggle between the two young men who
shall speak last, Edwin Drood strikes in with : " So far as
I am concerned, Jack, there is no anger in me."
"Nor in me," says Neville Landless, though not so
freely; or perhaps so carelessly. "But if Mr. Drood knew
all that lies behind me, far away from here, he might
know better how it is that sharp-edged words have sharp
edges to wound me."
"Perhaps," says Jasper, in a smoothing manner, "we
had better not qualify our good understanding. We had
better not say anything having the appearance of a remon-
strance or condition; it might not seem generous. Frankly
and freely, you see there is no anger in Ned. Frankly and
freely, there is no anger in you, Mr. Neville? "
"None at all, Mr. Jasper." Still, not quite so frankly
or so freely; or, be it said once again, not quite so care-
lessly perhaps.
" All over, then ! Now, my bachelor gatehouse is a few
yards from here, and the heater is on the fire, and the wine
and glasses are on the table, and it is not a stone's throw
from Minor Canon Corner. Ned, you are up and away to-
morrow. We will carry Mr. Neville in with us, to take a
stirrup-cup."
"With all my heart, Jack."
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"And with all mine, Mr. Jasper." Neville feels it im-
possible to say less, but would rather not go. He has an
impression upon him that he has lost hold of his temper;
feels that Edwin Brood's coolness, so far from being infec-
tious, makes him red-hot.
Mr. Jasper, still walking in the centre, hand to shoulder
on either side, beautifully turns the Kefrain of a drinking
song, and they all go up to his rooms. There, the first ob-
ject visible, when he adds the light of a lamp to that of the
fire, is the portrait over the chimney piece. It is not an
object calculated to improve the understanding between the
two young men, as rather awkwardly reviving the subject
of their difference. Accordingly, they both glance at it
consciously, but say nothing. Jasper, however (who would
appear from his conduct to have gained but an imperfect
clue to the cause of their late high words), directly calls
attention to it.
" You recognise that picture, Mr. Neville? " shading the
lamp to throw the light upon it.
" I recognise it, but it is far from flattering the origi-
nal."
"0, you are hard upon it! It was done by Ned, who
made me a present of it. "
"I am sorry for that, Mr. Drood." Neville apologises,
with a real intention to apologise; "if I had known I was
in the artist's presence — "
"0, a joke, sir, a mere joke," Edwin cuts in, with a pro-
voking yawn. "A little humouring of Pussy's points!
I'm going to paint her gravel}7, one of these days, if she's
good."
The air of leisurely patronage and indifference with which
this is said, as the speaker throws himself back in a chair
and clasps his hands at the back of his head, as a rest for
it, is very exasperating to the excitable and excited Neville.
Jasper looks observantly from the one to the other, slightly
smiles, and turns his back to mix a jug of mulled wine at
the fire. It seems to require much mixing and compounding.
"I suppose, Mr. Neville," says Edwin, quick to resent
the indignant protest against himself in the face of young
Landless, which is fully as visible as the portrait, or the
fire, or the lamp : " I suppose that if you painted the pict-
ure of your lady love — '
" I can't paint," is the hasty interruption.
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" That's your misfortune, and not your fault. You would
if you could. But if you could, I suppose you would make
her (no matter what she was in reality), Juno, Minerva,
Diana, and Venus, all in one. Eh? "
" I have no lady love, and I can't say."
"If I were to try my hand," says Edwin, with a boyish
boastfulness getting up in him, " on a portrait of Miss Land-
less— in earnest, mind you; in earnest — you should see
what I could do ! "
" My sister's consent to sit for it being first got, I sup-
pose? As it never will be got, I am afraid I shall never
see what you can do. I must bear the loss."
Jasper turns round from the fire, fills a large goblet glass
for Neville, fills a large goblet glass for Edwin, and hands
each his own; then fills for himself, saying:
"Come, Mr. Neville, we are to drink to my nephew,
Ned. As it is his foot that is in the stirrup — metaphori-
cally— our stirrup-cup is to be devoted to him. Ned, my
dearest fellow, my love ! "
Jasper sets the example of nearly emptying his glass,
and Neville follows it. Edwin Drood says, " Thank you
both very much," and follows the double example.
"Look at him," cries Jasper, stretching out his hand ad-
miringly and tenderly, though rallyingly, too. " See where
he lounges so easily, Mr. Neville ! The world is all before
him where to choose. A life of stirring work and interest,
a life of change and excitement, a life of domestic ease and
love ! Look at him ! "
Edwin Drood' s face has become quickly and remarkably
flushed with the wine; so has the face of Neville Land-
less. Edwin still sits thrown back in his chair, making
that rest of clasped hands for his head.
" See how little he heeds it all ! " Jasper proceeds in a
bantering vein. " It is hardly worth his while to pluck the
golden fruit that hangs ripe on the tree for him. And yet
consider the contrast, Mr. Neville. You and I have no
prospect of stirring work and interest, or of change and ex-
citement, or of domestic ease and love. You and I have no
prospect (unless you are more fortunate than I am, which
may easily be), but the tedious unchanging round of this
dull place."
"Upon my soul, Jack," says Edwin, complacently, "I
feel quite apologetic for having my way smoothed as you
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describe. But you know what I know, Jack, and it may
not be so very easy as it seems, after all. May it, Pussy? "
To the portrait, with a snap of his thumb and finger. " We
have got to hit it off yet; haven't we, Pussy? You know
what I mean, Jack."
His speech has become thick and indistinct. Jasper,
quiet and self-possessed, looks to Neville, as expecting his
answer or comment. When Neville speaks, his speech is
also thick and indistinct.
" It might have been better for Mr. Drood to have known
some hardships," he says, defiantly.
"Pray," retorts Edwin, turning merely his eyes in that
direction, "pray why might it have been better for Mr.
Drood to have known some hardships? "
"Ay," Jasper assents, with an air of interest; "let us
know why? "
" Because they might have made him more sensible," says
Neville, " of good fortune that is not by any means neces-
sarily the result of his own merits."
Mr. Jasper quickly looks to his nephew for his rejoin-
der.
" Have you known hardships, may I ask? " says Edwin
Drood, sitting upright.
Mr. Jasper quickly looks to the other for his retort.
"I have."
" And what have they made you sensible of? "
Mr. Jasper's play of eyes between the two holds good
throughout the dialogue, to the end.
" I have told you once before to-night."
" You have done nothing of the sort. "
" I tell you I have. That you take a great deal too much
upon yourself."
" You added something else to that, if I remember? "
" Yes, I did say something else."
" Say it again."
" I said that in the part of the world I come from, you
would be called to account for it."
" Only there? " cries Edwin Drood, with a contemptuous
laugh. "A long way off, I believe? Yes; I see! That
part of the world is at a safe distance."
"Say here, then," rejoins the other, rising in a fury.
" Say anywhere ! Your vanity is intolerable, your conceit
is beyond endurance; you talk as if you were some rare and
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precious prize, instead of a common boaster. You are a
common fellow, and a common boaster."
"Pooh, pooh," says Edwin Drood, equally furious, but
more collected; " how should you know? You may know a
black common fellow, or a black common boaster, when you
see him (and no doubt you have a large acquaintance that
way); but you are no judge of white men."
This insulting allusion to his dark skin infuriates Neville
to that violent degree, that he flings the dregs of his wine
at Edwin Drood, and is in the act of flinging the goblet
after it, when his arm is caught in the nick of time by
Jasper.
"Ned, my dear fellow ! " he cries in a loud voice; " I en-
treat you, I command you, to be still ! " There has been a
rush of all the three, and a clattering of glasses and over-
turning of chairs. "Mr. Neville, for shame! Give this
glass to me. Open your hand, sir. I WILL have it ! "
But Neville throws him off, and pauses for an instant,
in a raging passion, with the goblet yet in his uplifted
hand. Then, he dashes it down under the grate, with such
force that the broken splinters fly out again in a shower;
and he leaves the house.
When he first emerges into the night air, nothing around
him is still or steady; nothing around him shows like what
it is; he only knows that he stands with a bare head in the
midst of a blood-red whirl, waiting to be struggled with,
and to struggle to the death.
But, nothing happening, and the moon looking down
upon him as if he were dead after a fit of wrath, he holds
his steam-hammer beating head and heart, and staggers
away. Then, he becomes half -conscious of having heard
himself bolted and barred out, like a dangerous animal;
and thinks what shall he do?
Some wildly passionate ideas of the river dissolve under
the spell of the moonlight on the Cathedral and the graves,
and the remembrance of his sister, and the thought of what
he owes to the good man who has but that very day won
his confidence and given him his pledge. He repairs to
Minor Canon Corner, and knocks softly at the door.
It is Mr. Crisparkle's custom to sit up last of the early
household, very softly touching his piano and practising his
favourite parts in concerted vocal music. The south wind
that goes where it lists, by way of Minor Canon Corner on
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a still night, is not more subdued than Mr. Crisparkle at
such times, regardful of the slumbers of the china shep-
herdess. ,
His knock is immediately answered by Mr. Crisparkle
himself. When he opens the door, candle in hand, his
cheerful face falls, and disappointed amazement is in it.
"Mr. Neville! In this disorder! Where have you
been? "
" I have been to Mr. Jasper's, sir. With his nephew."
"Come in."
The Minor Canon props him by the elbow with a strong
hand (in a strictly scientific manner, worthy of his morning
trainings), and turns him into his own little book- room,
and shuts the door.
"I have begun ill, sir. I have begun dreadfully ill."
"Too true. You are not sober, Mr. Neville."
" I am afraid I am not, sir, though I can satisfy you at
another time that I have had a very little indeed to drink,
and that it overcame me in the strangest and most sudden
manner."
" Mr. Neville, Mr. Neville," says the Minor Canon, shak-
ing his head with a sorrowful smile; "I have heard that
said before."
" I think — my mind is much confused, but I think — it is
equally true of Mr. Jasper's nephew, sir."
"Very likely," is the dry rejoinder.
" We quarrelled, sir. He insulted me most grossly. He
had heated that tigerish blood I told you of to-day, before
then."
"Mr. Neville," rejoins the Minor Canon, mildly, but
firmly: "I request you not to speak to me with that
clenched right hand. Unclench it, if you please."
"He goaded me, sir," pursues the young man, instantly
obeying, " beyond my power of endurance. I cannot say
whether or no he meant it at first, but he did it. He cer-
tainly meant it at last. In short, sir," with an irrepressi- ,
ble outburst, "in the passion into which he lashed me, I
would have cut him down if I could, and I tried to do
it."
" You have clenched that hand again," is Mr. Crispar-
kle's quiet commentary.
" I beg your pardon, sir."
" You know your room, for I showed it you before dinner;
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but I will accompany you to it once more. Your arm, if
you please. Softly, for the house is all abed."
Scooping his hand into the same scientific elbow-rest as
before, and backing it up with the inert strength of his arm,
as skilfully as a Police Expert, and with an apparent re-
pose quite unattainable by novices, Mr. Crisparkle conducts
his pupil to the pleasant and orderly old room prepared
for him. Arrived there, the young man throws himself
into a chair, and, flinging his arms upon his reading-table,
rests his head upon them with an air of wretched self-
reproach.
The gentle Minor Canon has had it in his thoughts to
leave the room, without a word. But looking round at the
door, and seeing this dejected figure, he turns back to it,
touches it with a mild hand, and says " Good night! " A
sob is his only acknowledgment. He might have had many
a worse; perhaps, could have had few better.
Another soft knock at the outer door attracts his atten-
tion as he goes down-stairs. He opens it to Mr. Jasper,
holding in his hand the pupil's hat.
" We have had an awful scene with him," says Jasper,
in a low voice.
" Has it been so bad as that? "
" Murderous ! "
Mr. Crisparkle remonstrates : " No, no, no. Do not use
such strong words."
" He might have laid my dear boy dead at my feet. It
is no fault of his, that he did not. But that I was, through
the mercy of God, swift and strong with him, he would
have cut him down on my hearth."
The phrase smites home. " Ah ! " thinks Mr. Crisparkle,
" his own words ! "
" Seeing what I have seen to-night, and hearing what I
have heard," adds Jasper, with great earnestness, "I shall
never know peace of mind when there is danger of those
two coming together, with no one else to interfere. It was
horrible. There is something of the tiger in his dark
blood."
"Ah! " thinks Mr. Crisparkle, "so he said! "
" You, my dear sir," pursues Jasper, taking his hand,
"even you, have accepted a dangerous charge."
"You need have no fear for me, Jasper," returns Mr.
Crisparkle, with a quiet smile. "I have none for myself."
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"I have none for myself," returns Jasper, with an em-
phasis on the last pronoun, " because I am not, nor am I in
the way of being, the object of his hostility. But you may
be, and my dear boy has been. Good night ! "
Mr. Crisparkle goes in, with the hat that has so easily, so
almost imperceptibly, acquired the right to be hung up in
his hall: hangs it up; and goes thoughtfully to bed.
CHAPTER IX.
BIRDS IN THE BUSH.
ROSA, having no relation that she knew of in the world,
had, from the seventh year of her age, known no home but
the Nuns' House, and no mother but Miss Twinkleton.
Her remembrance of her own mother was of a pretty little
creature like herself (not much older than herself it seemed
to her), who had been brought home in her father's arms,
drowned. The fatal accident had happened at a party of
pleasure. Every fold and colour in the pretty summer
dress, and even the long wet hair, with scattered petals of
ruined flowers still clinging to it, as the dead young figure,
in its sad, sad beauty lay upon the bed, were fixed indel-
ibly in Rosa's recollection. So were the wild despair and
the subsequent bowed-down grief of her poor young father,
who died broken-hearted on the first anniversary of that
hard day.
The betrothal of Rosa grew out of the soothing of his
year of mental distress by his fast friend and old college
companion, Drood : who likewise had been left a widower
in his youth. But he, too, went the silent road into which
all earthly pilgrimages merge, some sooner, and some later;
and thus the young couple had come to be as they were.
The atmosphere of pity surrounding the little orphan girl
when she first came to Cloisterham, had never cleared
away. It had taken brighter hues as she grew older, hap-
pier, prettier; now it had been golden, now roseate, and
now azure; but it had always adorned her with some soft
light of its own. The general desire to console and caress
her, had caused her to be treated in the beginning as a
child much younger than her years; the same desire had
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caused her to be still petted when she was a child no longer.
Who should be her favourite, who should anticipate this or
that small present, or do her this or that small service; who
should take her home for the holidays; who should write
to her the oftenest when they were separated, and whom
she would most rejoice to see again when they were re-
united; even these gentle rivalries were not without their
slight dashes of bitterness in the Nuns' House. Well for
the poor Nuns in their day, if they hid no harder strife un-
der their veils and rosaries !
Thus Rosa had grown to be an amiable, giddy, wilful,
winning little creature; spoilt, in the sense of counting
upon kindness from all around her; but not in the sense
of repaying it with indifference. Possessing an exhaust-
less well of affection in her nature, its sparkling waters
had freshened and brightened the Nuns' House for years,
and yet its depths had never yet been moved : what might
betide when that came to pass; what developing changes
might fall upon the heedless head, and light heart, then;
remained to be seen.
By what means the news that there had been a quarrel
between the two young men overnight, involving even some
kind of onslaught by Mr. Neville upon Edwin Drood, got
into Miss Twinkleton's establishment before breakfast, it
is impossible to say. Whether it was brought in by the
birds of the air, or came blowing in with the very air itself,
when the casement windows were set open; whether the
baker brought it kneaded into the bread, or the milkman
delivered it as part of the adulteration of his milk; or the
housemaids, beating the dust out of their mats against the
gateposts, received it in exchange deposited on the mats by
the town atmosphere; certain it is that the news permeated
every gable of the old building before Miss Twinkleton was
down, and that Miss Twinkleton herself received it through
Mrs. Tisher, while yet in the act of dressing; or (as she
might have expressed the phrase to a parent or guardian of
a mythological turn) of sacrificing to the Graces.
Miss Landless' s brother had thrown a bottle at Mr. Ed-
win Drood.
Miss Landless's brother had thrown a knife at Mr. Ed-
win Drood.
A knife became suggestive of a fork; and Miss Landless's
brother had thrown a fork at Mr. Edwin Drood.
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 73
As in the governing precedence of Peter Piper, alleged
to have picked the peck of pickled pepper, it was held phys-
ically desirable to have evidence of the existence of the
peck of pickled pepper which Peter Piper was alleged to
have picked; so, in this case, it was held psychologically
important to know why Miss Landless' s brother threw a
bottle, knife, or fork — or bottle, knife, and fork — for the
cook had been given to understand it was all three — at Mr.
Edwin Drood?
Well, then. Miss Landless's brother had said he ad-
mired Miss Bud. Mr. Edwin Drood had said to Miss
Landless's brother that he had no business to admire Miss
Bud. Miss Landless's brother had then "up'd " (this was
the cook's exact information) with the bottle, knife, fork,
and decanter (the decanter now coolly flying at everybody's
head, without the least introduction), and thrown them all
at Mr. Edwin Drood.
Poor little Rosa put a forefinger into each of her ears
when these rumours began to circulate, and retired into a
corner, beseeching not to be told anymore; but Miss Land-
less, begging permission of Miss Twinkleton to go and speak
with her brother, and pretty plainly showing that she would
take it if it were not given, struck out the more definite
course of going to Mr. Crisparkle's for accurate intelligence.
When she came back (being first closeted with Miss
Twinkleton, in order that anything objectionable in her tid-
ings might be retained by that discreet filter), she imparted
to Rosa only, what had taken place; dwelling with a flushed
cheek on the provocation her brother had received, but al-
most limiting it to that last gross affront as crowning " some
other words between them," and, out of consideration for
her new friend, passing lightly over the fact that the other
words had originated in her lover's taking things in gen-
eral so very easily. To Rosa direct, she brought a petition
from her brother that she would forgive him; and, having
delivered it with sisterly earnestness, made an end of the
subject.
It was reserved for Miss Twinkleton to tone down the
public mind of the Nuns' House. That lady, therefore,
entering in a stately manner what plebeians might have
called the school-room, but what, in the patrician language
of the head of the Nuns' House, was euphuistically, not to
say round-aboutedly, denominated " the apartment allotted
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to study," and saying with a forensic air, "Ladies!" all
rose. Mrs. Tisher at the same time grouped herself behind
her chief, as representing Queen Elizabeth's first historical
female friend at Tilbury Fort. Miss Twinkleton then pro-
ceeded to remark that Rumour, Ladies, had been repre-
sented by the bard of Avon — needless were it to mention the
immortal SHAKESPEARE, also called the Swan of his native
river, not improbably with some reference to the ancient su-
perstition that that bird of graceful plumage (Miss Jennings
will please stand upright) sang sweetly on the approach of
death, for which we have no ornithological authority, — Ru-
mour, Ladies, had been represented by that bard — hem ! —
"who drew
The celebrated Jew,"
as painted full of tongues. Rumour in Cloisterham (Miss
Ferdinand will honour me with her attention) was no ex-
ception to the great limner's portrait of Rumour elsewhere.
A slight Fracas between two young gentlemen occurring
last night within a hundred miles of these peaceful walls
(Miss Ferdinand, being apparently incorrigible, will have
the kindness to write out this evening, in the original lan-
guage, the first four fables of our vivacious neighbour, Mon-
sieur La Fontaine) had been very grossly exaggerated by
Rumour's voice. In the first alarm and anxiety arising
from our sympathy with a sweet young friend, not wholly
to be dissociated from one of the gladiators in the bloodless
arena in question (the impropriety of Miss Reynolds 's ap-
pearing to stab herself in the hand with a pin, is far too
obvious, and too glaringly unlady-like, to be pointed out),
we descended from our maiden elevation to discuss this un-
congenial and this unfit theme. Responsible inquiries hav-
ing assured us that it was but one of those " airy nothings "
pointed at by the Poet (whose name and date of birth Miss
Giggles will supply within half an hour), we would now
discard the subject, and concentrate our minds upon the
grateful labours of the day.
But the subject so survived all day, nevertheless, that
Miss Ferdinand got into new trouble by surreptitiously
clapping on a paper moustache at dinner-time, and going
through the motions of aiming a water-bottle at Miss Gig-
gles, who drew a table-spoon in defence.
Now, Rosa thought of this unlucky quarrel a great deal,
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and thought of it with an uncomfortable feeling that she
was involved in it, as cause, or consequence, or what not,
through being in a false position altogether as to her mar-
riage engagement. Never free from such uneasiness when
she was with her affianced husband, it was not likely that
she would be free from it when they were apart. To-day,
too, she was cast in upon herself, and deprived of the relief
of talking freely with her new friend, because the quarrel
had been with Helena's brother, and Helena undisguisedly
avoided the subject as a delicate and difficult one to herself.
At this critical time, of all times, Rosa's guardian was an-
nounced as having come to see her.
Mr. Grewgious had been well selected for his trust, as a
man of incorruptible integrity, but certainly for no other
appropriate quality discernible on the surface. He was an
arid, sandy man, who, if he had been put into a grinding-
mill, looked as if he would have ground immediately into
high-dried snuff. He had a scanty flat crop of hair, in col-
our and consistency like some very mangy yellow fur tip-
pet; it was so unlike hair, that it must have been a wig,
but for the stupendous improbability of anybody's volun-
tarily sporting such a head. The little play of feature that
his face presented, was cut deep into it, in a few hard
curves that made it more like work; and he had certain
notches in his forehead, which looked as though Nature
had been about to touch them into sensibility or refinement,
when she had impatiently thrown away the chisel, and said :
"I really cannot be worried to finish off this man; let him
go as he is."
With too great length of throat at his upper end, and
too much ankle-bone and heel at his lower; with an awk-
ward and hesitating manner; with a shambling walk; and
with what is called a near sight — which perhaps prevented
his observing how much white cotton stocking he displayed
to the public eye, in contrast with his black suit — Mr.
Grewgious still had some strange capacity in him of mak-
ing on the whole an agreeable impression.
Mr. Grewgious was discovered by his ward, much dis-
comfited by being in Miss Twinkleton's company in Miss
Twinkleton's own sacred room. Dim forebodings of being
examined in something, and not coming well out of it,
seemed to oppress the poor gentleman when found in these
circumstances.
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"My dear, how do you do? I am glad to see you. My
dear, how much improved you are. Permit me to hand
you a chair, my dear."
Miss Twinkletou rose at her little writing- table, saying,
with general sweetness, as to the polite Universe: "Will
you permit me to retire? "
"By no means, madam, on my account. I beg that you
will not move."
"I must entreat permission to move," returned Miss
Twinkleton, repeating the word with a charming grace;
" but I will not withdraw, since you are so obliging. If I
wheel my desk to this corner window, shall I be in the way? "
" Madam ! In the way ! "
" You are very kind. — Rosa, my dear, you will be under
no restraint, I am sure."
Here Mr. Grewgious, left by the fire with Rosa, said again :
" My dear, how do you do? I am glad to see you, my dear."
And having waited for her to sit down, sat down himself.
"My visits," said Mr. Grewgious, "are, like those of the
angels — not that I compare myself to an angel."
"No, sir," said Rosa.
"Not by any means," assented Mr. Grewgious. "I
merely refer to my visits, which are few and far between.
The angels are, we know very well, up-stairs."
Miss Twinkleton looked round with a kind of stiff stare.
" I refer, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, laying his hand
on Rosa's, as the possibility thrilled through his frame of
his otherwise seeming to take the awful liberty of calling
Miss Twiukleton my dear; "I refer to the other young
ladies."
Miss Twinkleton resumed her writing.
Mr. Grewgious, with a sense of not having managed his
opening point quite as neatly as he might have desired,
smoothed his head from back to front as if he had just
dived, and were pressing the water out — this smoothing ac-
tion, however superfluous, was habitual with him — and took
a pocket-book from his coat-pocket, and a stump of black-
lead pencil from his waistcoat-pocket.
" I made," he said, turning the leaves : " I made a guid-
ing memorandum or so — as I usually do, for I have no con-
versational powers whatever — to which 1 will, with your
permission, my dear, refer. ' Well and happy. ' Truly.
You are well and happy, my dear? You look so."
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"Yes, indeed, sir," answered Eosa.
"For which," said Mr. Grewgious, with a bend of his
head towards the corner window, " our warmest acknowl-
edgments are due, and I am sure are rendered, to the ma-
ternal kindness and the constant care and consideration of
the lady whom I have now the honour to see before me."
This point, again, made but a lame departure from Mr.
Grewgious, and never got to its destination; for, Miss
Twinkleton, feeling that the courtesies required her to be
by this time quite outside the conversation, was biting the
end of her pen, and looking upward, as waiting for the
descent of an idea from any member of the Celestial Nine
who might have one to spare.
Mr. Grewgious smoothed his smooth head again, and
then made another reference to his pocket-book; lining out
" well and happy, " as disposed of.
" 'Pounds, shillings, and pence,' is my next note. A
dry subject for a young lady, but an important subject
too. Life is pounds, shillings, and pence. Death is —
A sudden recollection of the death of her two parents
seemed to stop him, and he said in a softer tone, and evi-
dently inserting the negative as an afterthought : " Death
is not pounds, shillings, and pence."
His voice was as hard and dry as himself, and Fancy
might have ground it straight, like himself, into high-dried
snuff. And yet, through the very limited means of expres-
sion that he possessed, he seemed to express kindness. If
Nature had but finished him off, kindness might have been
recognisable in his face at this moment. But if the notches
in his forehead wouldn't fuse together, and if his face
would work and couldn't play, what could he do, poor man !
" ' Pounds, shillings, and pence.' You find your allow-
ance always sufficient for your wants, my dear? "
Rosa wanted for nothing, and therefore it was ample.
" And you are not in debt? "
Rosa laughed at the idea of being in debt. It seemed,
to her inexperience, a comical vagary of the imagination.
Mr. Grewgious stretched his near sight to be sure that this
was her view of the case. " Ah ! " he said, as comment
with a furtive glance towards Miss Twinkleton, and lining
out pounds, shillings, and pence : " I spoke of having got
among the angels ! So I did ! "
Rosa felt what his next memorandum would prove to be,
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and was blushing and folding a crease in her dress with one
embarrassed hand, long before he found it.
"'Marriage.' Hem!" Mr. Grewgious carried his
smoothing hand down over his eyes and nose, and even
chin, before drawing his chair a little nearer, and speaking
a little more confidentially : " I now touch, my dear, upon
the point that is the direct cause of my troubling you with
the present visit. Otherwise, being a particularly Angular
man, I should not have intruded here. I am the last man
to intrude into a sphere for which I am so entirely unfitted.
I feel, on these premises, as if I was a bear — with the
cramp — in a youthful Cotillon."
His ungainliness gave him enough of the air of his simile
to set Rosa off laughing heartily.
"It strikes you in the same light," said Mr. Grewgious,
with perfect calmness. " Just so. To return to my mem-
orandum. Mr. Edwin has been to and fro here, as was ar-
ranged. You have mentioned that, in your quarterly let-
ters to me. And you like him, and he likes you."
"I like him very much, sir," rejoined Rosa.
"So I said, my dear," returned her guardian, for whose
ear the timid emphasis was much too fine. " Good. And
you correspond."
" We write to one another, said Rosa, pouting, as she re-
called their epistolary differences.
" Such is the meaning that I attach to the word ' corre-
spond ' in this application, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious.
" Good. All goes well, time works on, and at this next
Christmas time it will become necessary, as a matter of
form, to give the exemplary lady in the corner window,
to whom we are so much indebted, business notice of your
departure in the ensuing half-year. Your relations with
her are far more than business relations, no doubt; but a
residue of business remains in them, and business is busi-
ness ever. I am a particularly Angular man," proceeded
Mr. Grewgious, as if it suddenly occurred to him to men-
tion it, " and I am not used to give anything away. If, for
these two reasons, some competent Proxy would give you
away, I should take it very kindly."
Rosa intimated, with her eyes on the ground, that she
thought a substitute might be found, if required.
"Surely, surely," said Mr. Grewgious. "For instance,
the gentleman who teaches Dancing here — he would know
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how to do it with graceful propriety. He would advance
and retire in a manner satisfactory to the feelings of the
officiating clergyman, and of yourself, and the bridegroom,
and all parties concerned. I am — I am a particularly
Angular man," said Mr. Grewgious, as if he had made
up his mind to screw it out at last; "and should only
blunder."
Eosa sat still and silent. Perhaps her mind had not got
quite so far as the ceremony yet, but was lagging on the
way there.
"Memorandum, 'Will.' Now, my dear," said Mr.
Grewgious, referring to his notes, disposing of " Marriage "
with his pencil, and taking a paper from his pocket : " al-
though I have before possessed you with the contents of
your father's will, I think it right at this time to leave a
certified copy of it in your hands. And although Mr. Ed-
win is also aware of its contents, I think it right at this
time likewise to place a certified copy of it in Mr. Jasper's
hand—"
" Not in his own ! " asked Eosa, looking up quickly.
" Cannot the copy go to Eddy himself? "
" Why, yes, my dear, if you particularly wish it; but I
spoke of Mr. Jasper as being his trustee."
"I do particularly wish it, if you please," said Eosa,
hurriedly and earnestly; "I don't like Mr. Jasper to come
between us, in any way."
"It is natural, I suppose," said Mr. Grewgious, "that
your young husband should be all in all. Yes. You ob-
serve that I say, I suppose. The fact is, I am a particu-
larly Unnatural man, and I don't know from my own
knowledge."
Eosa looked at him with some wonder.
" I mean," he explained, " that young ways were never
my ways. I was the only offspring of parents far advanced
in life, and I half believe I was born advanced in life my-
self. No personality is intended towards the name you
will so soon change, when I remark that while the general
growth of people seem to have come into existence, buds,
I seem to have come into existence a chip. I was a chip —
and a very dry one — when I first became aware of myself.
Eespecting the other certified copy, your wish shall be com-
plied with. Eespecting your inheritance, I think you know
all. It is an annuity of two hundred and fifty pounds. The
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savings upon that annuity, and some other items to your
credit, all duly carried to account, with vouchers, will place
you in possession of a lump-sum of money, rather exceed-
ing Seventeen Hundred Pounds. I am empowered to ad-
vance the cost of your preparations for your marriage out
of that fund. All is told."
" Will you please tell me," said Rosa, taking the paper
with a prettily knitted brow, but not opening it: " whether
I am right in what I am going to say? I can understand
what you tell me, so very much better than what I read
in law- writings. My poor papa and Eddy's father made
their agreement together, as very dear and firm and fast
friends, in order that we, too, might be very dear and firm
and fast friends after them? "
"Just so."
" For the lasting good of both of us, and the lasting hap-
piness of both of us? "
"Just so."
" That we might be to one another even much more than
they had been to one another? "
"Just so."
" It was not bound upon Eddy, and it was not bound
upon me, by any forfeit, in case — "
"Don't be agitated, my dear. In the case that it brings
tears into your affectionate eyes even to picture to yourself
— in the case of your not marrying one another — no, no for-
feiture on either side. You would then have been my ward
until you were of age. No worse would have befallen you.
Bad enough perhaps ! "
"And Eddy?"
" He would have come into his partnership derived from
his father, and into its arrears to his credit (if any), on at-
taining his majority, just as now."
Rosa, with her perplexed face and knitted brow, bit the
corner of her attested copy, as she sat with her head on one
side, looking abstractedly on the floor, and smoothing it
with her foot.
"In short," said Mr. Grewgious, "this betrothal is a
wish, a sentiment, a friendly project, tenderly expressed
on both sides. That it was strongly felt, and that there
was a lively hope that it would prosper, there can be no
doubt. When you were both children, you began to be ac-
customed to it, and it has prospered. But circumstances
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alter cases; and I made this visit to-day, partly, indeed
principally, to discharge myself of the duty of telling you,
my dear, that two young people can only be betrothed in
marriage (except as a matter of convenience, and therefore
mockery and misery) of their own free will, their own at-
tachment, and their own assurance (it may or it may not
prove a mistaken one, but we must take our chance of that),
that they are suited to each other, and will make each
other happy. Is it to be supposed, for example, that if
either of your fathers were living now, and had any mis-
trust on that subject, his mind would not be changed by
the change of circumstances involved in the change of your
years? Untenable, unreasonable, inconclusive, and pre-
posterous ! "
Mr. Grewgious said all this, as if he were reading it
aloud; or, still more, as if he were repeating a lesson. So
expressionless of any approach to spontaneity were his face
and manner.
"I have now, my dear," he added, blurring out "Will"
with his pencil, " discharged myself of what is doubtless a
formal duty in this case, but still a duty in such a case.
Memorandum, ' Wishes : ' My dear, is there any wish of
yours that I can further? "
Rosa shook her head, with an almost plaintive air of hes-
itation in want of help.
" Is there any instruction that I can take from you with
reference to your affairs? "
" I — I should like to settle them with Eddy first, if you
please," said Eosa, plaiting the crease in her dress.
"Surely, surely," returned Mr. Grewgious. "You two
should be of one mind in all things. Is the young gentle-
man expected shortly? "
" He has gone away only this morning. He will be back
at Christmas."
" Nothing could happen better. You will, on his return
at Christmas, arrange all matters of detail with him; you
will then communicate with me; and I will discharge my-
self (as a mere business acquittance) of my business re-
sponsibilities towards the accomplished lady in the corner
window. They will accrue at that season." Blurring pen-
cil once again. "Memorandum, ' Leave.' Yes. I will now,
my dear, take my leave."
"Could I," said Rosa, rising, as he jerked out of his
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chair in his ungainly way : " could I ask you, most kindly
to come to me at Christmas, if I had anything particular to
say to you? "
"Why, certainly, certainly," he rejoined; apparently —
if such a word can be used of one who had no apparent
lights or shadows about him — complimented by the ques-
tion. " As a particularly Angular man, I do not fit smoothly
into the social circle, and consequently I have no other en-
gagement at Christmas-time than to partake, on the twenty-
fifth, of a boiled turkey and celery sauce with a — with a
particularly Angular clerk I have the good fortune to pos-
sess, whose father, being a Norfolk farmer, sends him up
(the turkey up), as a present to me, from the neighbourhood
of Norwich. I should be quite proud of your wishing to
see me, my dear. As a professional Receiver of rents, so
very few people do wish to see me, that the novelty would
be bracing."
For his ready acquiescence, the grateful Rosa put her
hands upon his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and instantly
kissed him.
" Lord bless me ! " cried Mr. Grewgious. " Thank you,
my dear! The honour is almost equal to the pleasure.
Miss Twinkleton, madam, I have had a most satisfactory
conversation with my ward, and I will now release you from
the incumbrance of my presence."
" Nay, sir," rejoined Miss Twinkleton, rising with a gra-
cious condescension: "say not incumbrance. Not so, by
any means. I cannot permit you to say so."
"Thank you, madam. I have read in the newspapers,"
said Mr. Grewgious, stammering a little, " that when a dis-
tinguished visitor (not that I am one: far from it) goes
to a school (not that this is one : far from it), he asks for
a holiday, or some sort of grace. It being now the after-
noon in the — College — of which you are the eminent head,
the young ladies might gain nothing, except in name, by
having the rest of the day allowed them. But if there is
any young lady at all under a cloud, might I solicit—"
" Ah, Mr. Grewgious, Mr. Grewgious ! " cried Miss Twin-
kleton, with a chastely-rallying forefinger. " 0 you gen-
tlemen, you gentlemen ! Fie for shame, that you are so hard
upon us poor maligned disciplinarians of our sex, for your
sakes ! But as Miss Ferdinand is at present weighed down
by an incubus " — Miss Twiukleton might have said a pen-
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and-ink-ubus of writing out Monsieur La Fontaine — " go to
her, Rosa my dear, and tell her the penalty is remitted,
in deference to the intercession of your guardian, Mr.
Grewgious."
Miss Twinkleton here achieved a curtsey, suggestive of
marvels happening to her respected legs, and which she
came out of nobly, three yards behind her starting-point.
As he held it incumbent upon him to call on Mr. Jasper
before leaving Cloisterham, Mr. Grewgious went to the
gatehouse, and climbed its postern-stair. But Mr. Jasper's
door being closed, and presenting on a slip of paper the
word " Cathedral," the fact of its being service-time was
borne into the mind of Mr. Grewgious. • So he descended
the stair again, and, crossing the Close, paused at the great
western folding-door of the Cathedral, which stood open on
the fine and bright, though short-lived, afternoon, for the
airing of the place.
"Dear me," said Mr. Grewgious, peeping in, "it's like
looking down the throat of Old Time."
Old Time heaved a mouldy sigh from tomb and arch and
vault; and gloomy shadows began to deepen in corners;
and damps began to rise from green patches of stone; and
jewels, cast upon the pavement of the nave from stained
glass by the declining sun, began to perish. Within the
grill-gate of the chancel, up the steps surmounted loom-
ingly by the fast-darkening organ, white robes could be
dimly seen, and one feeble voice, rising and falling in a
cracked monotonous mutter, could at intervals be faintly
heard. In the free outer air, the river, the green pastures,
and the brown arable lands, the teeming hills and dales,
were reddened by the sunset : while the distant little win-
dows in windmills and farm homesteads, shone, patches of
bright beaten gold. In the Cathedral, all became grey,
murky, and sepulchral, and the cracked monotonous mut-
ter went on like a dying voice, until the organ and the
choir burst forth, and drowned it in a sea of music. Then,
the sea fell, and the dying voice made another feeble effort,
and then the sea rose high, and beat its life out, and lashed
the roof, and surged among the arches, and pierced the
heights of the great tower; and then the sea was dry, and
all was still.
Mr. Grewgious had by that time walked to the chancel-
steps, where he met the living waters coming out.
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"Nothing is the matter?" Thus Jasper accosted him,
rather quickly. " You have not been sent for? "
"Not at all, not at all. I came down of my own accord.
I have been to my pretty ward's, and am now homeward
bound again."
" You found her thriving? "
" Blooming indeed. Most blooming. I merely came to
tell her, seriously, what a betrothal by deceased parents is."
"And what is it — according to your judgment? "
Mr. Grewgious noticed the whiteness of the lips that
asked the question, and put it down to the chilling account
of the Cathedral.
" I merely came to tell her that it could not be considered
binding, against any such reason for its dissolution as a
want of affection, or want of disposition to carry it into
effect, on the side of either party."
" May I ask, had you auy especial reason for telling her
that? "
Mr. Grewgious answered somewhat sharply : " The espe-
cial reason of doing my duty, sir. Simply that." Then he
added: "Come, Mr. Jasper; I know your affection for your
nephew, and that you are quick to feel on his behalf. I
assure you that this implies not the least doubt of, or dis-
respect to, your nephew."
" You could not," returned Jasper, with a friendly press-
ure of his arm, as they walked on side by side, "speak
more handsomely."
Mr. Grewgious pulled off his hat to smooth his head,
and, having smoothed it, nodded it contentedly, and put
his hat on again.
"I will wager," said Jasper, smiling — his lips were still
so white that he was conscious of it, and bit and moistened
them while speaking: "I will wager that she hinted no
wish to be released from Ned."
"And you will win your wager, if you do," retorted Mr.
Grewgious. " We should allow some margin for little
maidenly delicacies in a young motherless creature, under
such circumstances, I suppose; it is not in my line; what
do you think? "
" There can be no doubt of it."
"I am glad you say so. Because," proceeded Mr.
Grewgious, who had all this time very knowingly felt his
way round to action on his remembrance of what she had
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said of Jasper himself : " because she seems to have some
little delicate instinct that all preliminary arrangements
had best be made between Mr. Edwin Drood and herself,
don't you see? She don't want us, don't you know? "
Jasper touched himself on the breast, and said, some-
what indistinctly : " You mean me."
Mr. Grewgious touched himself on the breast, and said :
" I mean us. Therefore, let them have their little discus-
sions and councils together, when Mr. Edwin Drood comes
back here at Christmas; and then you and I will step in,
and put the final touches to the business."
" So, you settled with her that you would come back at
Christmas?" observed Jasper. "I see! Mr. Grewgious,
as you quite fairly said just now, there is such an excep-
tional attachment between my nephew and me, that I am
more sensitive for the dear, fortunate, happy, happy fellow
than for myself. But it is only right that the young lady
should be considered, as you have pointed out, and that I
should accept my cue from you. I accept it. I understand
that at Christmas they will complete their preparations for
May, and that their marriage will be put in final train
by themselves, and that nothing will remain for us but
to put ourselves in train also, and have everything ready
for our formal release from our trusts, on Edwin's birth-
day."
"That is my understanding," assented Mr. Grewgious,
as they shook hands to part. "God bless them both!"
" God save them both ! " cried Jasper.
u I said, bless them," remarked the former, looking back
over his shoulder.
"I said, save them," returned the latter. "Is there any
difference? "
CHAPTER X.
SMOOTHING THE WAY.
IT has been often enough remarked that women have a
curious power of divining the characters of men, which
would seem to be innate and instinctive; seeing that it is
arrived at through no patient process of reasoning, that it
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can give no satisfactory or sufficient account of itself, and
that it pronounces in the most confident manner even against
accumulated observation on the part of the other sex. But
it has not been quite so often remarked that this power
(fallible, like every other human attribute) is for the most
part absolutely incapable of self -re vision; and that when it
has delivered an adverse opinion which by all human lights
is subsequently proved to have failed, it is undistinguish-
able from prejudice, in respect of its determination not to
be corrected. Nay, the very possibility of contradiction
or disproof, however remote, communicates to this feminine
judgment from the first, in nine cases out of ten, the weak-
ness attendant on the testimony of an interested witness;
so personally and strongly does the fair diviner connect
herself with her divination.
"Now, don't you think, Ma dear," said the Minor Canon
to his mother one day as she sat at her knitting in his little
book-room, "that you are rather hard on Mr. Neville? "
"No, I do not) Sept," returned the old lady.
"Let us discuss it, Ma."
"I have no objection to discuss it, Sept. I trust, my
dear, I am always open to discussion." There was a vibra-
tion in the old lady's cap, as though she internally added:
" and I should like to see the discussion that would change
my mind ! "
"Very good, Ma," said her conciliatory son. "There is
nothing like being open to discussion."
"I hope not, my dear," returned the old lady, evidently
shut to it.
" Well ! Mr. Neville, on that unfortunate occasion, com-
mits himself under provocation."
"And under mulled wine," added the old lady.
"I must admit the wine. Though I believe the two
young men were much alike in that regard. "
"I don't," said the old lady.
"Why not, Ma?"
"Because I don't," said the old lady. " Still, I am quite
open to discussion."
" But, my dear Ma, I cannot see how we are to discuss,
if you take that line."
"Blame Mr. Neville for it, Sept, and not me," said the
old lady, with stately severity.
"My deai- Ma! why Mr. Neville? "
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" Because, " said Mrs. Crisparkle, retiring on first prin-
ciples, "he came home intoxicated, and did great dis-
credit to this house, and showed great disrespect to this
family."
" That is not to be denied, Ma. He was then, and he is
now, very sorry for it."
"But for Mr. Jasper's well-bred consideration in coming
up to me, next day, after service, in the Nave itself, with
his gown still on, and expressing his hope that I had not
been greatly alarmed or had my rest violently broken, I
believe I might never have heard of that disgraceful trans-
action," said the old lady.
" To be candid, Ma, I think I should have kept it from
you if I could: though I had not decidedly made up my
mind. I was following Jasper out, to confer with him on
the subject, and to consider the expediency of his and my
jointly hushing the thing up on all accounts, when I found
him speaking to you. Then it was too late."
"Too late, indeed, Sept. He was still as pale as gentle-
manly ashes at what had taken place in his rooms over-
night."
" If I had kept it from you, Ma, you may be sure it
would have been for your peace and quiet, and for the good
of the young men, and in my best discharge of my duty ac-
cording to my lights."
The old lady immediately walked across the room and
kissed him : saying, " Of course, my dear Sept, I am sure
of that."
" However, it became the town-talk," said Mr. Crispar-
kle, rubbing his ear, as his mother resumed her seat, and
her knitting, " and passed out of my power. "
"And I said then, Sept," returned the old lady, "that I
thought ill of Mr. Neville. And I say now, that I think ill
of Mr. Neville. And I said then, and I say now, that I
hope Mr. Neville may come to good, but I don't believe he
will." Here the cap vibrated again considerably.
" I am sorry to hear you say so, Ma — '
" I am sorry to say so, my dear," interposed the old lady,
knitting on firmly, "but I can't help it."
" — For," pursued the Minor Canon, "it is undeniable
that Mr. Neville is exceedingly industrious and attentive,
and that he improves apace, and that he has — I hope I may
say — an attachment to me."
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"There is no merit in the last article, my dear," said the
old lady, quickly; "and if he says there is, I think the
worse of him for the boast."
"But, my dear Ma, he never said there was."
" Perhaps not," returned the old lady; " still, I don't see
that it greatly signifies."
There was 110 impatience in the pleasant look with which
Mr. Crisparkle contemplated the pretty old piece of china
as it knitted; but there was, certainly, a humorous sense
of its not being a piece of china to argue with very closely.
" Besides, Sept, ask yourself what he would be without
his sister. You know what an influence she has over him;
you know what a capacity she has; you know that what-
ever he reads with you, he reads with her. Give her her
fair share of your praise, and how much do you leave for
him? "
At these words Mr. Crisparkle fell into a little reverie,
in which he thought of several things. He thought of the
times he had seen the brother and sister together in deep
converse over one of his own old college books; now, in the
rimy mornings, when he made those sharpening pilgrimages
to Cloisterham Weir; now, in the sombre evenings, when
he faced the wind at sunset, having climbed his favourite
outlook, a beetling fragment of monastery ruin; and the
two studious figures passed below him along the margin of
the river, in which the town fires and lights already shone,
making the landscape bleaker. He thought how the con-
sciousness had stolen upon him that in teaching one, he
was teaching two; and how he had almost insensibly adapted
his explanations to both minds — that with which his own
was daily in contact, and that which he only approached
through it. He thought of the gossip that had reached
him from the Nuns' House, to the effect that Helena, whom
he had mistrusted as so proud and fierce, submitted herself
to the fairy-bride (as he called her), and learnt from her
what she knew. He thought of the picturesque alliance
between those two, externally so very different. He thought
— perhaps most of all — could it be that these things were
yet but so many weeks old, and had become an integral
part of his life?
As, whenever the Reverend Septimus fell a musing, his
good mother took it to be an infallible sign that he " wanted
support," the blooming old lady made all haste to the din-
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ing-room closet, to produce from it the support embodied iii
a glass of Constantia and a home-made biscuit. It was a
most wonderful closet, worthy of Cloisterham and of Minor
Canon Corner. Above it, a portrait of Handel in a flowing
wig beamed down at the spectator, with a knowing air of
being up to the contents of the closet, and a musical air of
intending to combine all its harmonies in one delicious
fugue. No common closet with a vulgar door on hinges,
openable all at once, and leaving nothing to be disclosed by
degrees, this rare closet had a lock in mid-air, where two
perpendicular slides met; the one falling down, and the
other pushing up. The upper slide, on being pulled down
(leaving the lower a double mystery), revealed deep shelves
of pickle-jars, jam-pots, tin canisters, spice-boxes, and
agreeably outlandish vessels of blue and white, the luscious
lodgings of preserved tamarinds and ginger. Every benev-
olent inhabitant of this retreat had his name inscribed upon
his stomach. The pickles, in a uniform of rich brown
double-breasted buttoned coat, and yellow or sombre drab
continuations, announced, their portly forms, in printed cap-
itals, as Walnut, Gherkin, Onion, Cabbage, Cauliflower,
Mixed, and other members of that noble family. The jams,
as being of a less masculine temperament, and as wearing
curlpapers, announced themselves in feminine calligraphy,
like a soft whisper, to be Raspberry, Gooseberry, Apricot,
Plum, Damson, Apple, and Peach. The scene closing on
these charmers, and the lower slide ascending, oranges
were revealed, attended by a mighty japanned sugar-box,
to temper their acerbity if unripe. Home-made biscuits
waited at the Court of these Powers, accompanied by a
goodly fragment of plum-cake, and various slender ladies'
fingers, to be dipped into sweet wine and kissed. Lowest
of all, a compact leaden vault enshrined the sweet wine and
a stock of cordials: whence issued whispers of Seville
Orange, Lemon, Almond, and Caraway-seed. There was a
crowning air upon this closet of closets, of having been for
ages hummed through by the Cathedral bell and organ, un-
til those venerable bees had made sublimated honey of ev-
erything in store; and it was always observed that every
dipper among the shelves (deep, as has been noticed, and
swallowing up head, shoulders, and elbows) came forth
again mellow-faced, and seeming to have undergone a sac-
charine transfiguration.
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The Reverend Septimus yielded himself up quite as will-
ing a victim to a nauseous medicinal herb-closet, also pre-
sided over by the china shepherdess, as to this glorious
cupboard. To what amazing infusions of gentian, pepper-
mint, gilliflower, sage, parsley, thyme, rue, rosemary, and
dandelion, did his courageous stomach submit itself ! In
what wonderful wrappers, enclosing layers of dried leaves,
would he swathe his rosy and contented face, if his mother
suspected him of a toothache! What botanical blotches
would he cheerfully stick upon his cheek, or forehead, if
the dear old lady convicted him of an imperceptible pimple
there! Into this herbaceous penitentiary, situated on an
upper staircase-landing : a low and narrow whitewashed
cell, where bunches of dried leaves hung from rusty hooks
in the ceiling, and were spread out upon shelves, in com-
pany with portentous bottles : would the Reverend Septi-
mus submissively be led, like the highly popular lamb who
has so long and unresistingly been led to the slaughter, and
there would he, unlike that lamb, bore nobody but himself.
Not even doing that much, so that the old lady were busy
and pleased, he would quietly swallow what was given him,
merely taking a corrective dip of hands and face into the
great bowl of dried rose-leaves, and into the other great
bowl of dried lavender, and then would go out, as confident
in the sweetening powers of Cloisterham Weir and a whole-
some mind, as Lady Macbeth was hopeless of those of all
the seas that roll.
In the present instance the good Minor Canon took his
glass of Constantia with an excellent grace, and, so sup-
ported to his mother's satisfaction, applied himself to the
remaining duties of the day. In their orderly and punctual
progress they brought round Vesper Service and twilight.
The Cathedral being very cold, he set off for a brisk trot
after service; the trot to end in a charge at his favourite
fragment of ruin, which was to be carried by storm, with-
out a pause for breath.
He carried it in a masterly manner, and, not breathed
even then, stood looking down upon the river. The river
at Cloisterham is sufficiently near the sea to throw up often-
times a quantity of seaweed. An unusual quantity had
come in with the last tide, and this, and the confusion of
the water, and the restless dipping and flapping of the noisy
gulls, and an angry light out seaward beyond the brown-
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sailed barges that were turning black, foreshadowed a
stormy night. In his mind he was contrasting the wild
and noisy sea with the quiet harbour of Minor Canon Cor-
ner, when Helena and Neville Landless passed below him.
He had had the two together in his thoughts all day, and
at once climbed down to speak to them together. The foot-
ing was rough in an uncertain light for any tread save that
of a good climber; but the Minor Canon was as good a
climber as most men, and stood beside them before many
good climbers would have been half-way down.
" A wild evening, Miss Landless ! Do you not find your
usual walk with your brother too exposed and cold for the
time of year? Or at all events, when the sun is down, and
the weather is driving in from the sea? "
Helena thought not. It was their favourite walk. It
was very retired.
"It is very retired," assented Mr. Crisparkle, laying
hold of his opportunity straightway, and walking on with
them. " It is a place of all others where one can speak
without interruption, as I wish to do. Mr. Neville, I
believe you tell your sister everything that passes between
us?"
"Everything, sir."
"Consequently," said Mr. Crisparkle, "your sister is
aware that I have repeatedly urged you to make some kind
of apology for that unfortunate occurrence which befell, on
the night of your arrival here."
In saying it he looked to her, and not to him ; therefore
it was she, and not he, who replied :
"Yes."
"I call it unfortunate, Miss Helena," resumed Mr. Cris-
parkle, " forasmuch as it certainly has engendered a preju-
dice against Neville. There is a notion about, that he is a
dangerously passionate fellow, of an uncontrollable and
furious temper: he is really avoided as such."
" I have no doubt he is, poor fellow," said Helena, with
a look of proud compassion at her brother, expressing a
deep sense of his being ungenerously treated. " I should be
quite sure of it, from your saying so; but what you tell me
is confirmed by suppressed hints and references that I meet
with every day."
"Now," Mr. Crisparkle again resumed, in a tone of mild
though firm persuasion, " is not this to be regretted, and
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ought it not to be amended? These are early days of Nev-
ille's in Cloisterham, and I have no fear of his outliving
such a prejudice, and proving himself to have been misun-
derstood. But how much wiser to take action at once,
than to trust to uncertain time ! Besides, apart from its
being politic, it is right. For there, can be no question that
Neville was wrong."
"He was provoked," Helena submitted.
" He was the assailant," Mr. Crisparkle submitted.
They walked on in silence, until Helena raised her eyes
to the Minor Canon's face, and said, almost reproachfully :
" 0 Mr. Crisparkle, would you have Neville throw himself
at young Drood's feet, or at Mr. Jasper's, who maligns
him every day? In your heart you cannot mean it. From
your heart you could not do it, if his case were yours."
"I have represented to Mr. Crisparkle, Helena," said
Neville, with a glance of deference towards his tutor, " that
if I could do it from my heart, I would. But I cannot, and
I revolt from the pretence. You forget, however, that to
put the case to Mr. Crisparkle as his own, is to suppose Mr.
Crisparkle to have done what I did."
"I ask his pardon," said Helena.
" You see," remarked Mr. Crisparkle, again laying hold of
his opportunity, though with a moderate and delicate touch,
" you both instinctively acknowledge that Neville did wrong.
Then why stop short, and not otherwise acknowledge it? "
"Is there no difference," asked Helena, with a little fal-
tering in her manner, " between submission to a generous
spirit, and submission to a base or trivial one? "
Before the worthy Minor Canon was quite ready with his
argument in reference to this nice distinction, Neville struck
in :
" Help me to clear myself with Mr. Crisparkle, Helena.
Help me to convince him that I cannot be the first to make
concessions without mockery and falsehood. My nature
must be changed before I can do so, and it is not changed.
I am sensible of inexpressible affront, and deliberate ag-
gravation of inexpressible affront, and I am angry. The
plain truth is, I am still as angry when I recall that night
as I was that night."
"Neville," hinted the Minor Canon, with a steady coun-
tenance, "you have repeated that former action of your
hands, which I so much dislike."
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" I am sorry for it, sir, but it was involuntary. I con-
fessed that I was still as angry."
"And I confess," said Mr. Crisparkle, "that I hope for
better things."
" I am sorry to disappoint you, sir, but it would be far
worse to deceive you, and I should deceive you grossly if I
pretended that you had softened me in this respect. The
time may come when your powerful influence will do even
that with the difficult pupil whose antecedents you know;
but it has not come yet. Is this so, and in spite of my
struggles against myself, Helena? "
She, whose dark eyes were watching the effect of what
he said on Mr. Crisparkle's face, replied — to Mr. Crispar-
kle, not to him: "It is so." After a short pause, she an-
swered the slightest look of inquiry conceivable, in her
brother's eyes, with as slight an affirmative bend of her
own head; and he went on:
"I have never yet had the courage to say to you, sir,
what in full openness I ought to have said when you first
talked with me on this subject. It is not easy to say, and
I have been withheld by a fear of its seeming ridiculous,
which is very strong upon me down to this last moment,
and might, but for my sister, prevent my being quite open
with you even now. — I admire Miss Bud, sir, so very much,
that I cannot bear her being treated with conceit or indif-
ference; and even if I did not feel that I had an injury
against young Drood on my own account, I should feel that
I had an injury against him on hers."
Mr. Crisparkle, in utter amazement, looked at Helena
for corroboration, and met in her expressive face full cor-
roboration, and a plea for advice.
" The young lady of whom you speak is, as you know,
Mr. Neville, shortly to be married," said Mr. Crisparkle,
gravely; " therefore your admiration, if it be of that special
nature which you seem to indicate, is outrageously mis-
placed. Moreover, it is monstrous that you should take
upon yourself to be the young lady's champion against her
chosen husband. Besides, you have seen them only once.
The young lady has become your sister's friend; and I
wonder that your sister, even on her behalf, has not checked
you in this irrational and culpable fancy."
" She has tried, sir, but uselessly. Husband or no hus-
band, that fellow is incapable of the feeling with which I
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am inspired towards the beautiful young creature whom he
treats like a doll. I say he is as incapable of it, as he is
unworthy of her. I say she is sacrificed in being bestowed
upon him. I say that I love her, and despise and hate
him ! " This with a face so flushed, and a gesture so vio-
lent, that his sister crossed to his side, and caught his arm,
remonstrating, " Neville, Neville ! "
Thus recalled to himself, he quickly became sensible of
having lost the guard he had set upon his passionate ten-
dency, and covered his face with his hand, as one repentant
and wretched.
Mr. Crisparkle, watching him attentively, and at the
same time meditating how to proceed, walked on for some
paces in silence. Then he spoke :
" Mr. Neville, Mr. Neville, I am sorely grieved to see in
you more traces of a character as sullen, angry, and wild,
as the night now closing in. They are of too serious an
aspect to leave me the resource of treating the infatuation
you have disclosed, as undeserving serious consideration. I
give it very serious consideration, and I speak to you ac-
cordingly. This feud between you and young Drood must
not go on. I cannot permit it to go on any longer, know-
ing what I now know from you, and you living under my
roof. Whatever prejudiced and unauthorised constructions
your blind and envious wrath may put upon his character,
it is a frank, good-natured character. I know I can trust
to it for that. Now, pray observe what I am about to say.
On reflection, and on your sister's representation, I am
willing to admit that, in making peace with young Drood,
you have a right to be met half way. I will engage that
you shall be, and even that young Drood shall make the
first advance. This condition fulfilled, you will pledge me
the honour of a Christian gentleman that the quarrel is for
ever at an end on your side. What may be in your heart
when you give him your hand, can only be known to the
Searcher of all hearts; but it will never go well with you,
if there be any treachery there. So far, as to that; next
as to what I must again speak of as your infatuation. I
understand it to have been confided to me, and to be known
to no other person save your sister and yourself. Do I un-
derstand aright? "
Helena answered in a low voice : " It is only known to
us three who are here together."
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" It is not at all known to the young lady, your friend? "
" On my soul, no ! "
" I require you, then, to give me your similar and solemn
pledge, Mr. Neville, that it shall remain the secret it is,
and that you will take no other action whatsoever upon it
than endeavouring (and that most earnestly) to erase it
from your mind. I will not tell you that it will soon pass;
I will not tell you that it is the fancy of the moment; I
will not tell you that such caprices have their rise and fall
among the young and ardent every hour; I will leave you
undisturbed in the belief that it has few parallels or none,
that it will abide with you a long time, and that it will be
very difficult to conquer. So much the more weight shall
I attach to the pledge I require from you, when it is un-
reservedly given."
The young man twice or thrice essayed to speak, but
failed.
" Let me leave you with your sister, whom it is time you
took home," said Mr. Crisparkle. " You will find me alone
in my room by-and-bye."
" Pray do not leave us yet," Helena implored him. " An-
other minute."
"I should not," said Neville, pressing his hand upon his
face, " have needed so much as another minute, if you had
been less patient with me, Mr. Crisparkle, less considerate
of me, and less unpretendingly good and true. 0, if in
my childhood I had known such a guide ! "
"Follow your guide now, Neville," murmured Helena,
" and follow him to Heaven ! "
There was that in her tone which broke the good Minor
Canon's voice, or it would have repudiated her exaltation
of him. As it was, he laid a finger on his lips, and looked
towards her brother.
" To say that I give both pledges, Mr. Crisparkle, out of
my innermost heart, and to say that there is no treachery
in it, is to say nothing ! " Thus Neville, greatly moved.
" I beg your forgiveness for my miserable lapse into a burst
of passion."
" Not mine, Neville, not mine. You know with whom
forgiveness lies, as the highest attribute conceivable. Miss
Helena, you and your brother are twin children. You
came into this world with the same dispositions, and you
passed your younger days together surrounded by the same
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adverse circumstances. What you have overcome in your-
self, can you not overcome in him? You see the rock that
lies in his course. Who but you can keep him clear of it? "
" Who but you, sir? " replied Helena. " What is my in-
fluence, or my weak wisdom, compared with yours ! "
" You have the wisdom of Love," returned the Minor
Canon, " and it was the highest wisdom ever known upon
this earth, remember. As to mine — but the less said of
that commonplace commodity the better. Good night ! "
She took the hand he offered her, and gratefully and al-
most reverently raised it to her lips.
" Tut ! " said the Minor Canon softly, " I am much over-
paid ! " and turned away.
Retracing his steps towards the Cathedral Close, he tried,
as he went along in the dark, to think out the best means
of bringing to pass what he had promised to effect, and
what must somehow be done. " I shall probably be asked
to marry them," he reflected, "and I would they were mar-
ried and gone! But this presses first." He debated prin-
cipally whether he should write to young Drood, or whether
he should speak to Jasper. The consciousness of being
popular with the whole Cathedral establishment inclined
him to the latter course, and the well-timed sight of the
lighted gatehouse decided him to take it. " I will strike
while the iron is hot," he said, "and see him now."
Jasper was lying asleep on a couch before the fire, when,
having ascended the postern-stair, and received no answer
to his knock at the door, Mr. Crisparkle gently turned the
handle and looked in. Long afterwards he had cause to
remember how Jasper sprang from the couch in a delirious
state between sleeping and waking, and crying out : " What
is the matter? Who did it? "
" It is only I, Jasper. I am sorry to have disturbed you."
The glare of his eyes settled down into a look of recog-
nition, and he moved a chair or two, to make a way to the
fireside.
" I was dreaming at a great rate, and am glad to be dis-
turbed from an indigestive after-dinner sleep. Not to men-
tion that you are always welcome."
" Thank you. I am not confident," returned Mr. Crispar-
kle, as he sat himself down in the easy chair placed for
him, " that my subject will at first sight be quite as wel-
come as myself j but I am a minister of peace, and I pursue
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my subject in the interests of peace. In a word, Jasper, I
want to establish peace between these two young fellows."
A very perplexed expression took hold of Mr. Jasper's
face; a very perplexing expression too, for Mr. Crisparkle
could make nothing of it.
" How? " was Jasper's inquiry, in a low and slow voice,
after a silence.
" For the 'How ' I come to you. I want to ask you to
do me the great favour and service of interposing with your
nephew (I have already interposed with Mr. Neville), and
getting him to write you a short note, in his lively way,
saying that he is willing to shake hands. I know what a
good-natured fellow he is, and what influence you have
with him. And without in the least defending Mr. Neville,
we must all admit that he was bitterly stung."
Jasper turned that perplexed face towards the fire. Mr.
Crisparkle continuing to observe it, found it even more
perplexing than before, inasmuch as it seemed to denote
(which could hardly be) some close internal calculation.
"I know that you are not prepossessed in Mr. Neville's
favour," the Minor Canon was going on, when Jasper
stopped him :
"You have cause to say so. I am not, indeed."
"Undoubtedly; and I admit his lamentable violence of
temper, though I hope he and I will get the better of it be-
tween us. But I have exacted a very solemn promise from
him as to his future demeanour towards your nephew, if
you do kindly interpose; and I am sure he will keep it."
" You are always responsible and trustworthy, Mr. Cris-
parkle. Do you really feel sure that you can answer for
him so confidently? "
"I do."
The perplexed and perplexing look vanished.
" Then you relieve my mind of a great dread, and a heavy
weight," said Jasper; "I will do it."
Mr. Crisparkle, delighted by the swiftness and complete-
ness of his success, acknowledged it in the handsomest
terms.
" I will do it," repeated Jasper, " for the comfort of hav-
ing your guarantee against my vague and unfounded fears.
You will laugh — but do you keep a Diary? "
"A line for a day; not more."
" A line for a day would be quite as much as my unevent-
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ful life would need, Heaven knows," said Jasper, taking a
book from a desk; "but that my Diary is, in fact, a Diary
of Ned's life too. You will laugh at this entry; you will
guess when it was made :
" ' Past midnight. — After what I have just now seen, I
have a morbid dread upon me of some horrible consequences
resulting to my dear boy, that I cannot reason with or in
any way contend against. All my efforts are vain. The
demoniacal passion of this Neville Landless, his strength
in his fury, and his savage rage for the destruction of its
object, appal me. So profound is the impression, that twice
since I have gone into my dear boy's room, to assure my-
self of his sleeping safely, and not lying dead in his blood.'
" Here is another entry next morning :
" ' Ned up and away. Light-hearted and unsuspicious
as ever. He laughed when I cautioned him, and said he
was as good a man as Neville Landless any day1^ I told
him that might be, but he was not as bad a man. He con-
tinued to make light of it, but I travelled with him as far
as I could, and left him most unwillingly. I am unable to
shake off these dark intangible presentiments of evil — if
feelings founded upon staring facts are to be so called.'
"Again and again," said Jasper, in conclusion, twirling
the leaves of the book before putting it by, " I have relapsed
into these moods, as other entries show. But I have now
your assurance at my back, and shall put it in my book, and
make it an antidote to my black humours."
" Such an antidote, I hope," returned Mr. Crisparkle, "as
will induce you before long to consign the black humours
to the flames. I ought to be the last to find any fault with
you this evening, when you have met my wishes so freely;
but I must say, Jasper, that your devotion to your nephew
has made you exaggerative here."
" You are my witness," said Jasper, shrugging his shoul-
ders, " what my state of mind honestly was, that night, be-
fore I sat down to write, and in what words I expressed it.
You remember objecting to a word I used, as being too
strong? It was a stronger word than any in my Diary."
"Well, well. Try the antidote," rejoined Mr. Crispar-
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kle; "and may it give you a brighter and better view of
the case ! We will discuss it no more now. I have to thank
you for myself, and I thank you sincerely."
"You shall find," said Jasper, as they shook hands,
" that I will not do the thing you wish me to do, by halves.
I will take care that Ned, giving way at all, shall give way
thoroughly."
On the third day after this conversation, he called on
Mr. Crisparkle with the following letter :
"MY DEAR JACK,
" I am touched by your account of your interview with
Mr. Crisparkle, whom I much respect and esteem. At once
I openly say that I forgot myself on that occasion quite as
much as Mr. Landless did, and that I wish that bygone to
be a bygone, and all to be right again.
"Look here, dear old boy. Ask Mr. Landless to dinner
on Christmas Eve (the better the day the better the deed),
and let there be only we three, and let us shake hands all
round there and then, and say no more about it.
"My dear Jack.
" Ever your most affectionate,
"EDWIN DROOD.
"P.S. Love to Miss Pussy at the next music-lesson."
" You expect Mr. Neville, then? " said Mr. Crisparkle.
"I count upon his coming," said Mr. Jasper.
CHAPTER XI.
A PICTURE AND A RING.
BEHIND the most ancient part of Holborn, London, where
certain gabled houses some centuries of age still stand look-
ing on the public way, as if disconsolately looking for the
Old Bourne that has long run dry, is a little nook composed
of two irregular quadrangles, called Staple Inn. It is one
of those nooks, the turning into which out of the clashing
street, imparts to the relieved pedestrian the sensation of
having put cotton in his ears, and velvet soles on his boots.
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It is one of those nooks where a few smoky sparrows twit-
ter in smoky trees, as though they called to one another,
" Let us play at country," and where a few feet of garden-
mould and a few yards of gravel enable them to do that re-
freshing violence to their tiny understandings. Moreover,
it is one of those nooks which are legal nooks; and it con-
tains a little Hall, with a little lantern in its roof : to what
obstructive purposes devoted, and at whose expense, this
history knoweth not.
In the days when Cloisterham took offence at the exist-
ence of a railroad afar off, as menacing that sensitive con-
stitution, the property of us Britons : the odd fortune of
which sacred institution it is to be in exactly equal degrees
croaked about, trembled for, and boasted of, whatever hap-
pens to anything, anywhere in the world: in those days
no neighbouring architecture of lofty proportions had arisen
to overshadow Staple Inn. The westering sun bestowed
bright glances on it, and the southwest wind blew into it
unimpeded.
Neither wind nor sun, however, favoured Staple Inn ene
December afternoon towards six o'clock, when it was filled
with fog, and candles shed murky and blurred rays through
the windows of all its then-occupied sets of chambers; nota-
bly from a set of chambers in a corner house in the little
inner quadrangle, presenting in black and white over its
ugly portal the mysterious inscription :
.'! '• ! ;., ti ' ' <f,
P
J T
1747.
In which set of chambers, never having troubled his head
about the inscription, unless to bethink himself at odd
times on glancing up at it, that haply it might mean Per-
haps John Thomas, or Perhaps Joe Tyler, sat Mr. G-rewgious
writing by his fire.
Who could have told, by looking at Mr. Grewgious,
whether he had ever known ambition or disappointment?
He had been bred to the Bar, and had laid himself out for
chamber practice; to draw deeds; "convey the wise it call,"
as Pistol says. But Conveyancing and he had made such a
very indifferent marriage of it that they had separated by
consent — if there can be said to be separation where there
has never been coming together.
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No. Coy Conveyancing would not come to Mr. Grew-
gious. She was wooed, not won, and they went their sev-
eral ways. But an Arbitration being blown towards him
by some unaccountable wind, and he gaining great credit in
it as one indefatigable in seeking out right and doing right,
a pretty fat Receivership was next blown into his pocket
by a wind more traceable to its source. So, by chance, he
had found his niche. Receiver and Agent now, to two rich
estates, and deputing their legal business, in an amount
worth having, to a firm of solicitors on the floor below, he
had snuffed out his ambition (supposing him to have ever
lighted it), and had settled down with his snuffers for the
rest of his life under the dry vine and fig-tree of P. J. T.,
who planted in seventeen-forty-seven.
Many accounts and account-books, many files of corre-
spondence, and several strong boxes, garnished Mr. Grew-
gious's room. They can scarcely be represented as having
lumbered it, so conscientious and precise was their orderly
arrangement. The apprehension of dying suddenly, and
leaving one fact or one figure with any incompleteness or
obscurity attaching to it, would have stretched Mr. Grew-
gious stone-dead any day. The largest fidelity to a trust
was the life-blood of the man. There are sorts of life-blood
that course more quickly, more gaily, more attractively;
but there is no better sort in circulation.
There was no luxury in his room. Even its comforts
were limited to its being dry and warm, and having a snug
though faded fireside. What may be called its private life
was confined to the hearth, and an easy chair, and an old-
fashioned occasional round table that was brought out upon
the rug after business hours, from a corner where it else-
wise remained turned up like a shining mahogany shield.
Behind it, when standing thus on the defensive, was a
closet, usually containing something good to drink. An
outer room was the clerk's room; Mr. Grewgious's sleep-
ing-room was across the common stair; and he held some
not empty cellarage at the bottom of the common stair.
Three hundred days in the year, at least, he crossed over
to the hotel in Furnival's Inn for his dinner, and after din-
ner crossed back again, to make the most of these simplici-
ties until it should become broad business day once more,
with P. J. T., date seventeen-forty-seven.
As Mr. Grewgious sat and wrote by his fire that after-
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noon, so did the clerk of Mr. Grewgious sit and write by
his fire. A pale, puffy-faced, dark-haired person of thirty,
with big dark eyes that wholly wanted lustre, and a dis-
satisfied doughy complexion, that seemed to ask to be sent
to the baker's, this attendant was a mysterious being, pos-
sessed of some strange power over Mr. Grewgious. As
though he had been called into existence, like a fabulous
Familiar, by a magic spell which had failed when required
to dismiss him, he stuck tight to Mr. Grewgious' s stool,
although Mr. Grewgious's comfort and convenience would
manifestly have been advanced by dispossessing him. A
gloomy person with tangled locks, and a general air of hav-
ing been reared under the shadow of that baleful tree of
Java which has given shelter to more lies than the whole
botanical kingdom, Mr. Grewgious, nevertheless, treated
him with unaccountable consideration.
"Now, Bazzard," said Mr. Grewgious, on the entrance of
his clerk : looking up from his papers as he arranged them
for the night : " what is in the wind besides fog? "
"Mr. Drood," said Bazzard.
" What of him? "
"Has called," said Bazzard.
" You might have shown him in. "
"I am doing it," said Bazzard.
The visitor came in accordingly.
" Dear me ! " said Mr. Grewgious, looking round his pair
of office candles. " I thought you had called and merely
left your name and gone. How do you do, Mr. Edwin?
Dear me, you're choking!"
" It's this fog," returned Edwin; "and it makes my eyes
smart, like Cayenne pepper."
" Is it really so bad as that? Pray undo your wrappers.
It's fortunate I have so good a fire; but Mr. Bazzard has
taken care of me."
"No I haven't," said Mr. Bazzard at the door.
" Ah ! then it follows that I must have taken care of my-
self without observing it," said Mr. Grewgious. "Pray be
seated in my chair. No. I beg ! Coming out of such an
atmosphere, in my chair."
Edwin took the easy chair in the corner; and the fog he
had brought in with him, and the fog he took off with his
greatcoat and neck-shawl, was speedily licked up by the
eager fire.
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"I look," said Edwin, smiling, as if I had come to
stop."
" — By- the-bye," cried Mr. Grewgious; "excuse my in-
terrupting you; do stop. The fog may clear in an hour or
two. We can have dinner in from just across Holborn.
You had better take your Cayenne pepper here than out-
side; pray stop and dine."
" You are very kind," said Edwin, glancing about him as
though attracted by the notion of a new and relishing sort
of gipsy-party.
"Not at all," said Mr. Grewgious; "you are very kind
to join issue with a bachelor in chambers, and take pot-luck.
And I'll ask," said Mr. Grewgious, dropping his voice, and
speaking with a twinkling eye, as if inspii'ed with a bright
thought: "I'll ask Bazzard. He -mightn't like it else. —
Bazzard ! "
Bazzard reappeared.
"Dine presently with Mr. Drood and me."
" If I am ordered to dine, of course I will, sir," was the
gloomy answer.
" Save the man ! " cried Mr. Grewgious. " You're not
ordered; you're invited."
"Thank you, sir," said Bazzard; "in that case I don't
care if I do."
"That's arranged. And perhaps you wouldn't mind,"
said Mr. Grewgious, " stepping over to the hotel in Furni-
val's, and asking them to send in materials for laying the
cloth. For dinner we'll have a tureen of the hottest and
strongest soup available, and we'll have the best made-dish
that can be recommended, and we'll have a joint (such as a
haunch of mutton), and we'll have a goose, or a turkey, or
any little stuffed thing of that sort that may happen to be
in the bill of fare — in short, we'll have whatever there is
on hand."
These liberal directions Mr. Grewgious issued with his
usual air of reading an inventory, or repeating a lesson, or
doing anything else by rote. Bazzard, after drawing out
the round table, withdrew to execute them.
" I was a little delicate, you see," said Mr. Grewgious,
in a lower tone, after his clerk's departure, "about em-
ploying him in the foraging or commissariat department.
Because he mightn't like it."
"He seems to have his own way, sir," remarked Edwin.
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" His own way? " returned Mr. Grewgious. " 0 dear no !
Poor fellow, you quite mistake him. If he had his own
way, he wouldn't be here."
" I wonder where he would be ! " Edwin thought. But
he only thought it, because Mr. Grewgious came and stood
himself with his back to the other corner of the fire, and
his shoulder-blades against the chimneypiece, and collected
his skirts for easy conversation.
" I take it, without having the gift of prophecy, that you
have done me the favour of looking in to mention that you
are going down yonder — where I can tell you, you are ex-
pected— and to offer to execute any little commission from
me to my charming ward, and perhaps to sharpen me up a
bit in any proceedings? Eh, Mr. Edwin? "
"I called, sir, before going down, as an act of atten-
tion."
" Of attention ! " said Mr. Grewgious. " Ah I of course,
not of impatience? "
" Impatience, sir? "
Mr. Grewgious had meant to be arch — not that he in the
remotest degree expressed that meaning — and had brought
himself into scarcely supportable proximity with the fire, as
if to burn the fullest effect of his archness into himself, as
other subtle impressions are burnt into hard metals. But
his archness suddenly flying before the composed face and
manner of his visitor, and only the fire remaining, he started
and rubbed himself.
"I have lately been down yonder," said Mr. Grewgious,
rearranging his skirts; " and that was what I referred to,
when I said I could tell you you are expected."
"Indeed, sir! Yes; I knew that Pussy was looking out
for me."
" Do you keep a cat down there? " asked Mr. Grewgious.
Edwin coloured a little as he explained : " I call Rosa
Pussy."
"0, really," said Mr. Grewgious, smoothing down his
head; "that's very affable."
Edwin glanced at his face, uncertain whether or no he
seriously objected to the appellation. But Edwin might as
well have glanced at the face of a clock.
"A pet name, sir," he explained again.
"Umps," said Mr. Grewgious, with a nod. But with
such an extraordinary compromise between an unqualified
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assent and a qualified dissent, that his visitor was much
disconcerted.
" Did PRosa — " Edwin began by way of recovering him-
self.
" PRosa?" repeated Mr. Grewgious.
"I was going to say Pussy, and changed my mind; — did
she tell you anything about the Landlesses? "
"No," said Mr. Grewgious. " What is the Landlesses?
An estate? A villa? A farm? "
" A brother and sister. The sister is at the Nuns' House,
and has become a great friend of P — "
"PRosa's," Mr. Grewgious struck in, with a fixed face.
" She is a strikingly handsome girl, sir, and I thought
she might have been described to you, or presented to you
perhaps? "
"Neither," said Mr. Grewgious. "But here is Bazzard."
Bazzard returned, accompanied by two waiters — an im-
movable waiter, and a flying waiter; and the three brought
in with them as much fog as gave a new roar to the fire.
The flying waiter, who had brought everything on his shoul-
ders, laid the cloth with amazing rapidity and dexterity;
while the immovable waiter, who had brought nothing,
found fault with him. The flying waiter then highly pol-
ished all the glasses he had brought, and the immovable
waiter looked through them. The flying waiter then flew
across Holborn for the soup, and flew back again, and then
took another flight for the made-dish, and flew back again,
and then took another flight for the joint and poultry, and
flew back again, and between whiles took supplementary
flights for a great variety of articles, as it was discovered
from time to time that the immovable waiter had forgotten
them all. But let the flying waiter cleave the air as he
might, he was always reproached on his return by the im-
movable waiter for bringing fog with him, and being out
of breath. At the conclusion of the repast, by which time
the flying waiter was severely blown, the immovable waiter
gathered up the tablecloth under his arm with a grand air,
and having sternly (not to say with indignation) looked on
at the flying waiter while he set the clean glasses round,
directed a valedictory glance towards Mr. Grewgious, con-
veying : " Let it be clearly understood between us that the
reward is mine, and that Nil is the claim of this slave,"
and pushed the flying waiter before him out of the room.
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It was like a highly-finished miniature painting repre-
senting My Lords of the Circumlocution Department, Com-
mandership-in-Chief of any sort, Government. It was quite
an edifying little picture to be hung on the line in the Na-
tional Gallery.
As the fog had been the proximate cause of this sumptu-
ous repast, so the fog served for its general sauce. To hear
the out-door clerks sneezing, wheezing, and beating their
feet on the gravel was a zest far surpassing Doctor Kitch-
ener's. To bid, with a shiver, the unfortunate flying waiter
shut the door before he had opened it, was a condiment of
a profounder flavour than Harvey. And here let it be no-
ticed, parenthetically, that the leg of this young man, in its
application to the door, evinced the finest sense of touch :
always preceding himself and tray (with something of an
angling air about it), by some seconds : and always linger-
ing after he and the tray had disappeared, like Macbeth's
leg when accompanying him off the stage with reluctance
to the assassination of Duncan.
The host had gone below to the cellar, and had brought
up bottles of ruby, straw-coloured, and golden drinks, which
had ripened long ago in lands where no fogs are, and had
since lain slumbering in the shade. Sparkling and tingling
after so long a nap, they pushed at their corks to help the
corkscrew (like prisoners helping rioters to force their
gates), and danced out gaily. If P. J. T. in seventeen-
forty-seven, or in any other year of his period, drank such
wines — then, for a certainty, P. J. T. was Pretty Jolly Too.
Externally, Mr. Grewgious showed no signs of being mel-
lowed by these glowing vintages. Instead of his drinking
them, they might have been poured over him in his high-
dried snuff form, and run to waste, for any lights and
shades they caused to flicker over his face. Neither was his
manner influenced. But, in his wooden way, he had ob-
servant eyes for Edwin; and when at the end of dinner,"he
motioned Edwin back to his own easy chair in the fireside
corner, and Edwin sank luxuriously into it after very brief
remonstrance, Mr. Grewgious, as he turned his seat round
towards the fire too, and smoothed his head and face, might
have been seen looking at his visitor between his smoothing
fingers.
"Bazzard!" said Mr. Grewgious, suddenly turning to
him.
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"I follow you, sir," returned Bazzard; who had done his
work of consuming meat and drink in a workmanlike man-
ner, though mostly in speechlessness.
"I drink to you, Bazzard; Mr. Edwin, success to Mr.
Bazzard ! "
" Success to Mr. Bazzard ! " echoed Edwin, with a totally
unfounded appearance of enthusiasm, and with the un-
spoken addition : " What in, I wonder ! "
" And May ! " pursued Mr. Grewgfbus — " I am not at lib-
erty to be definite — May ! — my conversational powers are
so very limited that I know I shall not come well out of
this — May ! — it ought to be put imaginatively, but I have
no imagination — May ! — the thorn of anxiety is as nearly
the mark as I am likely to get — May it come out at last ! "
Mr. Bazzard, with a frowning smile at the fire, put a
hand into his tangled locks, as if the thorn of anxiety were
there; then into his waistcoat, as if it were there; then
into his pockets, as if it were there. In all these move-
ments he was closely followed by the eyes of Edwin, as if
that young gentleman expected to see the thorn in action.
It was not produced, however, and Mr. Bazzard merely said :
"I follow you, sir, and I thank you."
" I am going," said Mr. Grewgious, jingling his glass on
the table with one hand, and bending aside under cover of
the other, to whisper to Edwin, "to drink to my ward.
But I put Bazzard first. He mightn't like it else."
This was said with a mysterious wink; or what would
have been a wink if, in Mr. Grewgious' s hands, it could
have been quick enough. So Edwin winked responsively,
without the least idea what he meant by doing so.
"And now," said Mr. Grewgious, "I devote a bumper to
the fair and fascinating Miss Rosa. Bazzard, the fair and
fascinating Miss Rosa ! "
" I follow you, sir," said Bazzard, " and I pledge you ! "
"And so do I! " said Edwin.
"Lord bless me," cried Mr. Grewgious, breaking the
blank silence which of course ensued : though why these
pauses should come upon us when we have performed any
.small social rite, not directly inducive of self-examination
or mental despondency, who can tell? "I am a particu-
larly Angular man, and yet I fancy (if I may use the word,
not having a morsel of fancy), that I could draw a picture
of a true lover's state of mind, to-night."
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"Let us follow you, sir," said Bazzard, "and have the
picture."
"Mr. Edwin will correct it where it's wrong," resumed
Mr. Grewgious, "and will throw in a few touches from the
life I dare say it is wrong in many particulars, and wants
many touches from the life, for I was born a Chip, and
have neither soft sympathies nor soft experiences. Well !
I hazard the guess that the true lover's mind is completely
permeated by the beloved object of his affections. I hazard
the guess that her dear name is precious to him, cannot be
heard or repeated without emotion, and is preserved sacred.
If he has any distinguishing appellation of fondness for her,
it is reserved for her, and is not for common ears. A name
that it would be a privilege to call her by, being alone with
her own bright self, it would be a liberty, a coldness, an
insensibility, almost a breach of good faith, to flaunt else-
where."
It was wonderful to see Mr. Grewgious sitting bolt up-
right, with his hands on his knees, continuously chopping
this discourse out of himself : much as a charity boy with a
very good memory might get his catechism said : and evin-
cing no correspondent emotion whatever, unless in a certain
occasional little tingling perceptible at the end of his nose.
"My picture," Mr. Grewgious proceeded, "goes on to
represent (under correction from you, Mr. Edwin), the true
lover as ever impatient to be in the presence or vicinity of
the beloved object of his affections; as caring very little
for his ease in any other society ; and as constantly seeking
that. If I was to say seeking that, as a bird seeks its nest,
I should make an ass of myself, because that would trench
upon what I understand to be poetry; and I am so far from
trenching upon poetry at any time, that I never, to my
knowledge, got within ten thousand miles of it. And I
am besides totally unacquainted with the habits of birds,
except the birds of Staple Inn, who seek their nests on
ledges, and in gutter- pipes and chimneypots, not constructed
for them by the beneficent hand of Nature. I beg, there-
fore, to be understood as foregoing the bird's-nest. But my
picture does represent the true lover as having no existence
separable from that of the beloved object of his affections,
and as living at once a doubled life and a halved life. And
if I do not clearly express what I mean by that, it is either
for the reason that having no conversational powers, I can-
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not express what I mean, or that having no meaning, I do
not mean what I fail to express. Which, to the best of my
belief, is not the case."
Edwin had turned red and turned white, as certain points
of this picture came into the light. He now sat looking at
the fire, and bit his lip.
'• The speculations of an Angular man," resumed Mr.
Grewgious, still sitting and speaking exactly as before,
" are probably erroneous on so globular a topic. But I fig-
ure to myself (subject, as before, to Mr. Edwin's correc-
tion), that there can be no coolness, no lassitude, no doubt,
no indifference, no half fire and half smoke state of mind,
in a real lover. Pray am I at all near the mark in my
picture? "
As abrupt in his conclusion as in his commencement and
progress, he jerked this inquiry at Edwin, and stopped
when one might have supposed him in the middle of his
oration.
" I should say, sir," stammered Edwin, "as you refer the
question to me — "
"Yes," said Mr. Grewgious, "I refer it to you, as an
authority."
"I should say, then, sir," Edwin went on, embarrassed,
"that the picture you have drawn is generally correct; but
I submit that perhaps you may be rather hard upon the
unlucky lover."
"Likely so," assented Mr. Grewgious, "likely so. I am
a hard man in the grain."
"He may not show," said Edwin, "all he feels; or he
may not — '
There he stopped so long, to find the rest of his sentence,
that Mr. Grewgious rendered his difficulty a thousand times
the greater by unexpectedly striking in with :
" No to be sure ; he may not ! "
After that, they all sat silent; the silence of Mr. Bazzard
being occasioned by slumber.
"His responsibility is very great, though," said Mr.
Grewgious at length, with his eyes on the fire.
Edwin nodded assent, with his eyes on the fire.
"And let him be sure that he trifles with no one," said
Mr. Grewgious; "neither with himself, nor with any other."
Edwin bit his lip again, and still sat looking at the fire.
" He must not make a plaything of a treasure. Woe be-
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tide him if he does! Let him take that well to heart," said
Mr. Grewgious.
Though he said these things in short sentences, much as
the supposititious charity boy just now referred to might
have repeated a verse or two from the Book of Proverbs,
there was something dreamy (for so literal a man) in the
way in which he now shook his right forefinger at the live
coals in the grate, and again fell silent.
But not for long. As he sat upright and stiff in his chair,
he suddenly rapped his knees, like the carved image of
some queer Joss or other coming out of its reverie, and said :
" We must finish this bottle, Mr. Edwin. Let me help you.
I'll help Bazzard too, though he is asleep. He mightn't
like it else."
He helped them both, and helped himself, and drained
his glass, and stood it bottom upward on the table, as
though he had just caught a bluebottle in it.
"And now, Mr. Edwin," he proceeded, wiping his mouth
and hands upon his handkerchief: "to a little piece of
business. You received from me, the other day, a certified
copy of Miss Rosa's father's will. You knew its contents
before, but you received it from me as a matter of business.
I should have sent it to Mr. Jasper, but for Miss Rosa's
wishing it to come straight to you, in preference. You re-
ceived it? "
"Quite safely, sir."
"You should have acknowledged its receipt," said Mr.
Grewgious; "business being business all the world over.
However, you did not."
" I meant to have acknowledged it when I first came in
this evening, sir."
"Not a business-like acknowledgment," returned Mr.
Grewgious; "however, let that pass. Now, in that docu-
ment you have observed a few words of kindly allusion to
its being left to me to discharge a little trust, confided to
me in conversation, at such time as I in my discretion may
think best."
"Yes, sir."
"Mr. Edwin, it came into my mind just now, when I was
looking at the fire, that I could, in my discretion, acquit
myself of that trust at no better time than the present.
Favour me with your attention, half a minute."
He took a bunch of keys from his pocket, singled out by
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the candle-light the key he wanted, and then, with a can-
dle in his haad, went to a bureau or escritoire, unlocked it,
touched the spring of a little secret drawer, and took from
it an ordinary ring-case made for a single ring. With this
in his hand, he returned to his chair. As he held it up for
the young man to see, his hand trembled.
" Mr. Edwin, this rose of diamonds and rubies delicately
set in gold, was a ring belonging to Miss Rosa's mother.
It was removed from her dead hand, in my presence, with
such distracted grief as I hope it may never be my lot to
contemplate again. Hard man as I am, I am not hard
enough for that. See how bright these stones shine ! "
opening the case. "And yet the eyes that were so much
brighter, and that so often looked upon them with a light
and a proud heart, have been ashes among ashes, and dust
among dust, some years ! If I had any imagination (which
it is needless to say I have not), I might imagine that the
lasting beauty of these stones was almost cruel."
He closed the case again as he spoke.
" This ring was given to the young lady who was drowned
so early in her beautiful and happy career, by her husband,
when they first plighted their faith to one another. It was
he who removed it from her unconscious hand, and it was
he who, when his death drew very near, placed it in mine.
The trust in which I received it, was, that, you and Miss
Rosa growing to manhood and womanhood, and your be-
trothal prospering and coming to maturity, I should give it
to you to place upon her finger. Failing those desired re-
sults, it was to remain in my possession."
Some trouble was in the young man's face, and some in-
decision was in the action of his hand, as Mr. Grewgious,
looking steadfastly at him, gave him the ring.
"Your placing it on her finger," said Mr. GreAvgious,
" will be the solemn seal upon your strict fidelity to the
living and the dead. You are going to her, to make the
last irrevocable preparations for your marriage. Take it
with you."
The young man took the little case, and placed it in his
breast.
" If anything should be amiss, if anything should be even
slightly wrong, between }TOU; if you should have any secret
consciousness that you are committing yourself to this step
for no higher reason than because you have long been ac-
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customed to look forward to it; then," said Mr. Grewgious,
" I charge you once more, by the living and by the dead, to
bring that ring back to me ! "
Here Bazzard awoke himself by his own snoring; and,
as is usual in such cases, sat apoplectically staring at va-
cancy, as defying vacancy to accuse him of having been
asleep.
" Bazzard ! " said Mr. Grewgious, harder than ever.
"I follow you, sir," said Bazzard, "and I have been fol-
lowing you."
"In discharge of a trust, I have handed Mr. Edwin
Drood a ring of diamonds and rubies. You see? "
Edwin reproduced the little case, and opened it; and
Bazzard looked into it.
"I follow you both, sir," returned Bazzard, "and I wit-
ness the transaction."
Evidently anxious to get away and be alone, Edwin Drood
now resumed his outer clothing, muttering something about
time and appointments. The fog was reported no clearer
(by the flying waiter, who alighted from a speculative flight
in the coffee interest), but he went out into it; and Baz-
zard, after his manner, " followed " him.
Mr. Grewgious, left alone, walked softly and slowly to
and fro, for an hour and more. He was restless to-night,
and seemed dispirited.
"I hope I have done right," he said. "The appeal to
him seemed necessary. It was hard to lose the ring, and
yet it must have gone from me very soon."
He closed the empty little drawer with a sigh, and shut
and locked the escritoire, and came back to the solitary fire-
side.
"Herring," he went on. "Will it come back tome?
My mind hangs about her ring very uneasily to-night. Exit
that is explainable. I have had it so long, and I have
prized it so much ! I wonder — '
He was in a wondering mood as well as a restless; for,
though he checked himself at that point, and took another
walk, he resumed his wondering when he sat down again.
" I wonder (for the ten-thousandth time, and what a weak
fool I, for what can it signify now !) whether he confided
the charge of their orphan child to me, because 'he knew —
Good God, how like her mother she has become!
" I wonder whether he ever so much as suspected that
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some one doted on her, at a hopeless, speechless distance,
when he struck in and won her. I wonder whether it ever
crept into his mind who that unfortunate some one was !
" I wonder whether I shall sleep to-night ! At all events,
I will shut out the world with the bedclothes, and try."
Mr. Grewgious crossed the staircase to his raw and foggy
bedroom, and was soon ready for bed. Dimly catching
sight of his face in the misty looking-glass, he held his
candle to it for a moment.
" A likely some one, you, to come into anybody's thoughts
in such an aspect !" he exclaimed. "There! there! there!
Get to bed, poor man, and cease to jabber! "
With that, he extinguished his light, pulled up the bed-
clothes around him, and with another sigh shut out the
world. And yet there are such unexplored romantic nooks
in the uulikeliest men, that even old tinderous and touch-
woody P. J. T. Possibly Jabbered Thus, at some odd times,
in or about seventeen-forty-seven.
CHAPTER XII.
A NIGHT WITH DURDLES.
WHEN Mr. Sapsea has nothing better to do, towards
evening, and finds the contemplation of his own profundity
becoming a little monotonous in spite of the vastness of
the subject, he often takes an airing in the Cathedral Close
and thereabout. He likes to pass the churchyard with a
swelling air of proprietorship, and to encourage in his breast
a sort of benignant-landlord feeling, in that he has been
bountiful towards that meritorious tenant, Mrs. Sapsea, and
has publicly given her a prize. He likes to see a stray face
or two looking in through the railings, and perhaps reading
his inscription. Should he meet a stranger coming from
the churchyard with a quick step, he is morally convinced
that the stranger is "with a blush retiring," as monumen-
tally directed.
Mr. Sapsea' s importance has received enhancement, for
he has become Mayor of Cloisterham. Without mayors^
and many of them, it cannot be disputed that the whole
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framework of society — Mr. Sapsea is confident that he in-
vented that forcible figure — would fall to pieces. Mayors
have been knighted for " going up " with addresses : explo-
sive machines intrepidly discharging shpt and shell into the
English Grammar. Mr. Sapsea may " go up " with an ad-
dress. Rise, Sir Thomas Sapsea ! Of such is the salt of
the earth.
Mr. Sapsea has improved the acquaintance of Mr. Jas-
per, since their first meeting to partake of port, epitaph,
backgammon, beef, and salad. Mr. Sapsea has been re-
ceived at the gatehouse with kindred hospitality; and on
that occasion Mr. Jasper seated himself at the piano, and
sang to him, tickling his ears — figuratively — long enough
to present a considerable area for tickling. What Mr. Sap-
sea likes in that young man is, that he is always ready to
profit by the wisdom of his elders, and that he is sound,
sir, at the core. In proof of which, he sang to Mr. Sapsea
that evening, no kickshaw ditties, favourites with national
enemies, but gave him the genuine George the Third home-
brewed; exhorting him (as "my brave boys") to reduce to
a smashed condition all other islands but this island, and
all continents, peninsulas, isthmuses, promontories, and
other geographical forms of land soever, besides sweeping
the seas in all directions. In short, he rendered it pretty
clear that Providence made a distinct mistake in originat-
ing so small a nation of hearts of oak, and so many other
verminous peoples.
Mr. Sapsea, walking slowly this moist evening near the
churchyard with his hands behind him, on the look-out for
a blushing and retiring stranger, turns a corner, and comes
instead into the goodly presence of the Dean, conversing
with the Verger and Mr. Jasper. Mr. Sapsea makes his
obeisance, and is instantly stricken far more ecclesiastical
than any Archbishop of York or Canterbury.
" You are evidently going to write a book about us, Mr.
Jasper," quoth the Dean; "to write a book about us.
Well ! We are very ancient, and we ought to make a good
book. We are not so richly endowed in possessions as in
age; but perhaps you will put that in your book, among
other things, and call attention to our wrongs."
Mr. Tope, as in duty bound, is greatly entertained by
this.
"I really have no intention at all, sir," replies Jasper,
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" of turning author or archaeologist. It is but a whim of
mine. And even for my whim, Mr. Sapsea here is more
accountable than I am."
" How so, Mr. Mayor? " says the Dean, with a nod of
good-natured recognition of his Fetch. " How is that, Mr.
Mayor? "
"I am not aware," Mr. Sapsea remarks, looking about
him for information, " to what the Very Reverend the Dean
does me the honour of referring." And then falls to study-
ing his original in minute points of detail.
"Durdles," Mr. Tope hints.
" Ay ! " the Dean echoes; " Durdles, Durdles ! "
"The truth is, sir," explains Jasper, "that my curiosity
in the man was first really stimulated by Mr. Sapsea. Mr.
Sapsea' s knowledge of mankind and power of drawing out
whatever is recluse or odd around him, first led to my be-
stowing a second thought upon the man : though of course
I had met him constantly about. You would not be sur-
prised by this, Mr. Dean, if you had seen Mr. Sapsea deal
with him in his own parlour, as I did."
" O ! " cries Sapsea, picking up the ball thrown to him
with ineffable complacency and pomposity ; "yes, yes. The
Very Reverend the Dean refers to that? Yes. I happened
to bring Durdles and Mr. Jasper together. I regard Dur-
dles as a Character."
" A character, Mr. Sapsea, that with a few skilful touches
you turn inside out," says Jasper.
"Nay, not quite that," returns the lumbering auctioneer.
"I may have a little influence over him, perhaps; and a
little insight into his character, perhaps. The Very Rev-
erend the Dean will please to bear in mind that I have seen
the world." Here Mr. Sapsea gets a little behind the
Dean, to inspect his coat-buttons.
" Well ! " says the Dean, looking about him to see what
has become of his copyist : " I hope, Mr. Mayor, you will
use your study and knowledge of Durdles to the good pur-
pose of exhorting him not to break our worthy and respected
Choir-Master's neck; we cannot afford it; his head and
voice are much too valuable to us."
Mr. Tope is again highly entertained, and, having fallen
into respectful convulsions of laughter, subsides into a
deferential murmur, importing that surely any gentle-
man would deem it a pleasure and an honour to have his
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neck broken, in return for such a compliment from such a
source.
" I will take it upon myself, sir," observes Sapsea loftily,
"to answer for Mr. Jasper's neck. I will tell Durdles to
be careful of it. He will mind what I say. How is it at
present endangered? " he inquires, looking about him with
magnificent patronage.
" Only by my making a moonlight expedition with Dur-
dles among the tombs, vaults, towers, and ruins," returns
Jasper. "You remember suggesting, when you brought
us together, that, as a lover of the picturesque, it might
be worth my while? "
" 1 remember ! " replies the auctioneer. And the solemn
idiot really believes that he does remember.
"Profiting by your hint," pursues Jasper, "I have had
some day-rambles with the extraordinary old fellow, and
we are to make a moonlight hole-and-corner exploration to-
night."
" And here he is," says the Dean.
Durdles, with his dinner- bundle in his hand, is indeed
beheld slouching towards them. Slouching nearer, and
perceiving the Dean, he pulls off his hat, and is slouching
away with it under his arm, when Mr. Sapsea stops him.
" Mind you take care of my friend," is the injunction Mr.
Sapsea lays upon him.
" What friend o' yourn is dead?" asks Durdles. "No
orders has come in for any friend o' yourn."
"I mean my live friend there."
" 0 ! him? " says Durdles. " He can take care of him-
self, can Mister Jarsper."
"But do you take care of him too," says Sapsea.
Whom Durdles (there being command in his tone), surlily
surveys from head to foot.
"With submission to his Reverence the Dean, if you'll
mind what concerns you, Mr. Sapsea, Durdles he'll mind
what concerns him."
" You're out of temper," says Mr. Sapsea, winking to
the company to observe how smoothly he will manage him.
"My friend concerns me, and Mr. Jasper is my friend.
And you are my friend."
" Don't you get into a bad habit of boasting," retorts
Durdles, with a grave cautionary nod. " It'll grow upon
you."
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"You are out of temper," says Sapsea again; reddening,
but again winking to the company.
" I own to it," returns Durdles; " I don't like liberties."
Mr Sapsea winks a third wink to the company, as who
should say: "I think you will agree with me that I have
settled his business;" and stalks out of the controversy.
Durdles then gives the Dean a good evening, and adding,
as he puts his hat on, "You'll find me at home, Mister
Jarsper, as agreed, when you want me; I'm a going home
to clean myself," soon slouches out. of sight. This going
home to clean himself is one of the man's incomprehensi-
ble compromises with inexorable facts; he, and his hat, and
his boots, and his clothes, never showing any trace of clean-
ing, but being uniformly in one condition of dust and
grit.
The lamplighter now dotting the quiet Close with specks
of light, and running at a great rate up and down his little
ladder with that object — his little ladder under the sacred
shadow of whose inconvenience generations had grown up,
and which all Cloisterham would have stood aghast at the
idea of abolishing — the Dean withdraws to his dinner, Mr.
Tope to his tea, and Mr. Jasper to his piano. There, with
no light but that of the fire, he sits chanting choir-music in
a low and beautiful voice, for two or three hours; in short,
until it has been for some time dark, and the moon is about
to rise.
Then he closes his piano softly, softly changes his coat
for a pea-jacket, with a goodly wicker-cased bottle in its
largest pocket, and putting on a low-crowned flap-brimmed
hat, goes softly out. Why does he move so softly to-night?
No outward reason is apparent for it. Can there be any
sympathetic reason crouching darkly within him?
Repairing to Durdles 's unfinished house, or hole in the
city wall, and seeing a light within it, he softly picks his
course among the gravestones, monuments, and stony lum-
ber of the yard, already touched here and there, sidewise,
by the rising moon. The two journeymen have left their
two great saws sticking in their blocks of stone; and two
skeleton journeymen out of the Dance of Death might be
grinning in the shadow of their sheltering sentry-boxes,
about to slash away at cutting out the gravestones of the
next two people destined to die in Cloisterham. Likely
enough, the two think little of that now, being alive, and
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perhaps merry. Curious, to make a guess at the two; — or
say one of the two !
"Ho! Durdles!"
The light moves, and he appears with it at the door. He
would seem to have been " cleaning himself " with the aid
of a bottle, jug, and tumbler; for no other cleansing instru-
ments are visible in the bare brick room with rafters over-
head and no plastered ceiling, into which he shows his
visitor.
" Are you ready? "
" I am ready, Mister Jarsper. Let the old uns come out
if they dare, when we go among their tombs. My spirit is
ready for 'em."
" Do you mean animal spirits, or arden*? "
"The one's the t'other," answers Durdles, "and I mean
'em both."
He takes a lantern from a hook, puts a match or two in
his pocket wherewith to light it, should there be need; and
they go out together, dinner- bundle and all.
Surely an unaccountable sort of expedition ! That Dur-
dles himself, who is always prowling among old graves,
and ruins, like a Ghoule — that he should be stealing forth
to climb, and dive, and wander without an object, is nothing
extraordinary; but that the Choir-Master or any one else
should hold it worth his while to be with him, and to study
moonlight effects in such company is another affair. Surely
an unaccountable sort of expedition, therefore !
" ' Ware that there mound by the yard-gate, Mister Jars-
per."
"I see it. What is it?"
"Lime."
Mr. Jasper stops, and waits for him to come up, for he
lags behind. " What you call quick-lime? "
"Ay!" says Durdles; "quick enough to eat your boots.
With a little handy stirring, quick enough to eat your
bones."
They go on, presently passing the red windows of the
Travellers' Twopenny, and emerging into the clear moon-
light of the Monks' Vineyard. This crossed, they come to
Minor Canon Corner: of which the greater part lies in
shadow until the moon shall rise higher in the sky.
The sound of a closing house-door strikes their ears, and
two men come out. These are Mr. Crisparkle and Neville.
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Jasper, with a strange and sudden smile upon his face, lays
the palm of his hand upon the breast of Durdles, stopping
him where he stands.
At that end of Minor Canon Corner the shadow is pro-
found in the existing state of the light: at that end, too,
there is a piece of old dwarf wall, breast high, the only re-
maining boundary of what was once a garden, but is now
the thoroughfare. Jasper and Durdles would have turned
this wall in another instant; but, stopping so short, stand
behind it.
" Those two are only sauntering," Jasper whispers; " they
will go out into the moonlight soon. Let us keep quiet here,
or they will detain us, or want to join us, or what not."
Durdles nods assent, and falls to munching some frag-
ments from his bundle. Jasper folds his arms upon the top
of the wall, and, with his chin resting on them, watches.
He takes no note whatever of the Minor Canon, but watches
Neville, as though his eye were at the trigger of a loaded
rifle, and he had covered him, and were going to fire. A
sense of destructive power is so expressed in his face, that
even Durdles pauses in his munching, and looks at him,
with an unmunched something in his cheek.
Meanwhile Mr. Crisparkle and Neville walk to and fro,
quietly talking together. What they say, cannot be heard
consecutively; but Mr. Jasper has already distinguished his
own name more than once.
"This is the first day of the week," Mr. Crisparkle can
be distinctly heard to observe, as they turn back; " and the
last day of the week is Christmas Eve."
" You may be certain of me, sir."
The echoes were favourable at those points, but as the
two approach, the sound of their talking becomes confused
again. The word "confidence," shattered by the echoes,
but still capable of being pieced together, is uttered by Mr.
Crisparkle. As they draw still nearer, this fragment of a
reply is heard: "Not deserved yet, but shall be, sir." As
they turn away again, Jasper again hears his own name, in
connection with the words from Mr. Crisparkle : " Remem-
ber that I said I answered for you confidently." Then the
sound of their talk becomes confused again; they halting
for a little while, and some earnest action on the part of
Neville succeeding. When they move once more, Mr.
Crisparkle is seen to look up at the sky, and to point be-
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fore him. They then slowly disappear; passing out into
the moonlight at the opposite end of the Corner.
It is not until they are gone, that Mr. Jasper moves. But
then he turns to Durdles, and bursts into a fit of laughter.
Durdles, who still has that suspended something in his
cheek, and who sees nothing to laugh at, stares at him until
Mr. Jasper lays his face down on his arms to have his laugh
out. Then Durdles bolts the something, as if desperately
resigning himself to indigestion.
Among those secluded nooks there is very little stir or
movement after dark. There is little enough in the high
tide of the day, but there is next to none at night. Besides
that the cheerfully frequented Higli Street lies nearly par-
allel to the spot (the old Cathedral rising between the two),
and is the natural channel in which the Cloisterham traffic
flows, a certain awful hush pervades the ancient pile, the
cloisters, and the churchyard, after dark, which not many
people care to enouuter. Ask the first hundred citizens of
Cloisterham, met at random in the streets at noon, if they
believed in Ghosts, they would tell you no; but put them
to choose at night between these eerie Precincts and the
thoroughfare of shops, and you would find that ninety-nine
declared for the longer round and the more frequented way.
The cause of this is not to be found in any local superstition
that attaches to the Precincts — albeit a mysterious lady,
with a child in her arms and a rope dangling from her neck,
has been seen flitting about there by sundry witnesses as
intangible as herself — but it is to be sought in the innate
shrinking of dust with the breath of life in it from dust out
of which the breath of life has passed; also, in the widely
diffused, and almost as widely unacknowledged, reflection :
" If the dead do, under any circumstances, become visible
to the living, these are such likely surroundings for the pur-
pose that I, the living, will get out of them as soon as I can. "
Hence, when Mr. Jasper and Durdles pause to glance
around them, before descending into the crypt by a small
side door, of which the latter has a key, the whole expanse
of moonlight in their view is utterly deserted. One might
fancy that the tide of life was stemmed by Mr. Jasper's
own gatehouse. The murmur of the tide is heard beyond;
but no wave passes the archway, over which his lamp burns
red behind his curtain, as if the building were a Lighthouse.
They enter, locking themselves in, descend the rugged
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steps, and are down in the Crypt. The lantern is not
wanted, for the moonlight strikes in at the groined win-
dows, bare of glass, the broken frames for which cast pat-
terns on the ground. The heavy pillars which support the
roof engender masses of black shade, but between them
there are lanes of light. Up and down these lanes they
walk, Durdles discoursing of the " old uns " he yet counts
on disinterring, and slapping a wall, in which he considers
" a whole family on 'em " to be stoned and earthed up, just
as if he were a familiar friend of the family. The taci-
turnity of Durdles is for the time overcome by Mr. Jasper's
wicker bottle, which circulates freely; — in the sense, that
is to say, that its contents enter freely into Mr. Durdles's
circulation, while Mr. Jasper only rinses his mouth once,
and casts forth the rinsing.
They are to ascend the great Tower. On the steps by
which they rise to the Cathedral, Durdles pauses for new
store of breath. The steps are very dark, but out of the
darkness they can see the lanes of light they have traversed.
Durdles seats himself upon a step. Mr. Jasper seats him-
self upon another. The odour from the wicker bottle
(which has somehow passed into Durdles's keeping) soon
intimates that the cork has been taken out; but this is not
ascertainable through the sense of sight, since neither can
descry the other. And yet, in talking, they turn to one an-
other, as though their faces could commune together.
" This is good stuff, Mister Jarsper ! "
" It is very good stuff, I hope. I bought it on purpose."
"They don't show, you see, the old uns don't, Mister
Jarsper ! "
" It would be a more confused world than it is, if they
could."
" Well, it would lead towards a mixing of things," Dur-
dles acquiesces : pausing on the remark, as if the idea of
ghosts had not previously presented itself to him in a
merely inconvenient light, domestically or chronologically.
" But do you think there may be Ghosts of other things,
though not of men and women? "
" What things? Flower-beds and watering-pots? horses
and harness? "
"No. Sounds."
" What sounds? "
"Cries."
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" What cries do you mean? Chairs to mend? "
"No. I mean screeches. Now I'll tell you, Mister
Jarsper. Wait a bit till I put the bottle right." Here the
cork is evidently taken out again, and replaced again.
"There ! Now it's right! This time last year, only a few
days later, I happened to have been doing what was cor-
rect by the season, in the way of giving it the welcome it
had a right to expect, when them townboys set on me at
their worst. At length I gave 'em the slip, and turned in
here. And here I fell asleep. And what woke me? The
ghost of a cry. The ghost of one terrific shriek, which
shriek was followed by the ghost of the howl of a dog : a
long dismal woeful howl, such as a dog gives when a per-
son's dead. That was my last Christmas Eve."
" What do you mean? " is the very abrupt, and, one
might say, fierce retort.
" I mean that I made inquiries everywhere about, and,
that no living ears but mine heard either that cry or that
howl. So I say they was both ghosts; though why they
came to me, I've never made out."
" I thought you were another kind of man," says Jasper,
scornfully.
" So I thought myself," answers Durdles with his usual
composure; " and yet I was picked out for it."
Jasper had risen suddenly, when he asked him what he
meant, and he now says, "Come; we shall freeze here;
lead the way."
Durdles complies, not oversteadily; opens the door at
the top of the steps with the key he has already used; and
so emerges on the Cathedral level, in a passage at the side
of the chancel. Here, the moonlight is so very bright
again that the colours of the nearest stained-glass window
are thrown upon their faces. The appearance of the un-
conscious Durdles, holding the door open for his companion
to follow, as if from the grave, is ghastly enough, with a
purple band across his face, and a yellow splash upon his
brow; but he bears the close scrutiny of his companion in
an insensible way, although it is prolonged while the latter
fumbles among his pockets for a key confided to him that
will open an iron gate, so to enable them to pass to the
staircase of the great tower.
"That and the bottle are enough for you to carry," he
says, giving it to Durdles; "hand your bundle to me; I
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am younger and longer- winded than you." Durdles hesi-
tates for a moment between bundle and bottle; but gives the
preference to the bottle as being by far the better company,
and consigns the dry weight to his fellow-explorer.
Then they go up the winding staircase of the great tower,
toilsomely, turning and turning, and lowering their heads
to avoid the stairs above, or the rough stone pivot around
which they twist. Durdles has lighted his lantern, by
drawing from the cold hard wall a spark of that mysterious
fire which lurks in everything, and, guided by this speck,
they clamber up among the cobwebs and the dust. Their
way lies through strange places. Twice or -thrice they
emerge into level low-arched galleries, whence they can
look down into the moonlit nave; and where Durdles, wav-
ing his lantern, waves the dim angels' heads upon the cor-
bels of the roof, seeming to watch their progress. Anon
they turn into narrower and steeper staircases, and the
night-air begins to blow upon them, and the chirp of some
startled jackdaw or frightened rook precedes the heavy
beating of wings in a confined space, and the beating down
of dust and straws upon their heads. At last, leaving their
light behind a stair — for it blows fresh up here — they look
down on Cloisterham, fair to see in the moonlight: its
ruined habitations and sanctuaries of the dead, at the
Tower's base : its moss-softened red- tiled roofs and red-
brick houses of the living, clustered beyond : its river wind-
ing down from the mist on the horizon, as though that were
its source, and already heaving with a restless knowledge
of its approach towards the sea.
Once again, an unaccountable expedition this ! Jasper
(always moving softly with no visible reason) contemplates
the scene, and especially that stillest part of it which the
Cathedral overshadows. But he contemplates Durdles quite
as curiously, and Durdles is by times conscious of his watch-
ful eyes.
Only by times, because Durdles is growing drowsy. As
aeronauts lighten the load they carry, when they wish to rise,
similarly Durdles has lightened the wicker bottle in coming
up. Snatches of sleep surprise him on his legs, and stop
him in his talk. A mild fit of calenture seizes him, in
which he deems that the ground so far below, is on a level
with the Tower, and would as lief walk off the Tower into
the air as not. Such is his state when they begin to come
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down. And as aeronauts make themselves heavier when
they wish to descend, similarly Durdles charges himself
with more liquid from the wicker bottle, that he may come
down the better.
The iron gate attained and locked — but not before Dur-
dles has tumbled twice, and cut an eyebrow open once —
they descend into the Crypt again, with the intent of issu-
ing forth as they entered. But, while returning among
those lanes of light, Durdles becomes so very uncertain,
both of foot and speech, that he half drops, half throws
himself down, by one of the heavy pillars, scarcely less
heavy than itself, and indistinctly appeals to his companion
for forty winks of a second each.
" If you will have it so, or must have it so, " replies Jas-
per, " I'll not leave you here. Take them, while I walk to
and fro."
Durdles is asleep at once; and in his sleep he dreams a
dream.
It is not much of a dream, considering the vast extent of
the domains of dreamland, and their wonderful produc-
tions; it is only remarkable for being unusually restless and
unusually real. He dreams of lying there, asleep, and yet
counting his companion's footsteps as he walks to and fro.
He dreams that the footsteps die away into distance of
time and of space, and that something touches him, and that
something falls from his hand. Then something clinks
and gropes about, and he dreams that he is alone for so
long a time, that the lanes of light take new directions as the
moon advances in her course. From succeeding uncon-
sciousness he passes into a dream of slow uneasiness from
cold; and painfully awakes to a perception of the lanes of
light — really changed, much as he had dreamed — and Jas-
per walking among them, beating his hands and feet.
"Holloa! " Durdles cries out, unmeaningly alarmed.
" Awake at last? " says Jasper, coming up to him. " Do
you know that your forties have stretched into thousands?"
"No."
"They have though."
"What's the time?"
" Hark ! The bells are going in the Tower ! "
They strike four quarters, and then the great bell strikes.
•"Two!" cries Durdles, scrambling up; "why didn't you
try to wake me, Mister Jarsper? "
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" I did. I might as well have tried to wake the dead —
your own family of dead, up in the corner there."
"Did you touch me?"
" Touch 3rou! Yes. Shook you."
As Durdles recalls that touching something in his dream,
he looks down on the pavement, and sees the key of the
Crypt door lying close to where he himself lay.
" I dropped you, did I? " he says, picking it up, and re-
calling that part of his dream. As he gathers himself up
again into an upright position, or into a position as nearly
upright as he ever maintains, he is again conscious of being
watched by his companion.
"Well?" says Jasper, smiling, "are you quite ready?
Pray don't hurry."
" Let me get my bundle right, Mister Jarsper, and I'm
with yoii."
As he ties it afresh, he is once more conscious that he is
very narrowly observed.
" What do you suspect me of, Mister Jarsper? " he asks,
with drunken displeasure. "Let them as has any suspi-
cions of Durdles name 'em."
" I've no suspicions of you, my good Mr. Durdles; but I
have suspicions that my bottle was filled with something
stiff er than either of us supposed. And I also have suspi-
cions," Jasper adds, taking it from the pavement and turn-
ing it bottom upwards, "that it's empty."
Durdles condescends to laugh at this. Continuing to
chuckle when his laugh is over, as though remonstrant with
himelf on his drinking powers, he rolls to the door and un-
locks it. They both pass out, and Durdles relocks it, and
pockets his key.
" A thousand thanks for a curious and interesting night,"
says Jasper, giving him his hand; "you can make your
own way home? "
"I should think so! " answers Durdles. "If you was to
offer Durdles the affront to show him his way home, he
wouldn't go home.
Durdles wouldn't go home till morning;
And then Durdles wouldn't go home,
Durdles wouldn't." This with the utmost defiance.
"Good night, then."
"Good night, Mister Jarsper."
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Each is turning his own way, when a sharp whistle rends
the silence, and the jargon is yelped out :
" Widdy widdy wen !
I — ket — ches — Im — out — ar — ter — ten.
Widdy widdy wy !
Then — E — don't — go — then — I — shy —
Widdy Widdy Wake-cock warning ! "
Instantly afterwards, a rapid fire of stones rattles at the
Cathedral wall, and the hideous small boy is beheld oppo-
site, dancing in the moonlight.
" What ! Is that baby-devil on the watch there ! " cries
Jasper in a fury : so quickly roused, and so violent, that
he seems an older devil himself. " I shall shed the blood
of that impish wretch ! I know I shall do it ! " Regard-
less of the fire, though it hits him more than once, he rushes
at Deputy, collars him, and tries to bring him across. But
Deputy is not to be so easily brought across. With a dia-
bolical insight into the strongest part of his position, he is
no sooner taken by the throat than he curls up his legs,
forces his assailant to hang him, as it were, and gurgles in
his throat, and screws his body, and twists, as already un-
dergoing the first agonies of strangulation. There is noth-
ing for it but to drop him. He instantly gets himself to-
gether, backs over to Durdles, and cries to his assailant,
gnashing the great gap in front of his mouth with rage and
malice :
" I'll blind yer, s'elp me ! I'll stone yer eyes out, s'elp
me! If I don't have yer eyesight, bellows me!" At the
same time dodging behind Durdles, and snarling at Jasper,
now from this side of him, and now from that: prepared,
if pounced upon, to dart away in all manner of curvilinear
directions, and, if run down after all, to grovel in the dust,
and cry: "Now, hit me when I'm down! Do it! "
"Don't hurt the boy, Mister Jarsper," urges Durdles,
shielding him. " Recollect yourself."
" He followed us to-night, when we first came here ! "
" Yer lie, I didn't! " replies Deputy, in his one form of
polite contradiction.
" He has been prowling near us ever since ! "
"Yer lie, I haven't," returns Deputy. "I'd only jist
come out for my 'elth when I see you two a coming out of
the Kinfreederel. If
" I— ket— ches— Im— out— ar — ter — ten ! "
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(with the usual rhythm and dance, though dodging behind
Durdles), "it ain't my fault, is it?"
"Take him home, then," retorts Jasper, ferociously,
though with a strong check upon himself, " and let my eyes
be rid of the sight of you ! "
Deputy, with another sharp whistle, at once expressing
his relief, and his commencement of a milder stoning of
Mr. Durdles, begins stoning that respectable gentleman
home, as if he were a reluctant ox. Mr. Jasper goes to his
gatehouse, brooding. And thus, as everything comes to an
end, the unaccountable expedition conies to an end — for the
time.
CHAPTER XIII.
BOTH AT THEIR BEST.
Miss TWINKLETON'S establishment was about to undergo
a serene hush. The Christmas recess was at hand. What
had once, and at no remote period, been called, even by the
erudite Miss Twinkleton herself, " the half; " but what was
now called, as being more elegant, and more strictly col-
legiate, "the term," would expire to-morrow. A notice-
able relaxation of discipline had for some few days per-
vaded the Nuns' House. Club suppers had occurred in the
bedrooms, and a dressed tongue had been carved with a
pair of scissors, and handed round with the curling tongs.
Portions of marmalade had likewise been distributed on a
service of plates constructed of curlpaper; and cowslip wine
had been quaffed from the small squat measuring glass in
which little Rickitts (a junior of weakly constitution) took
her steel drops daily. The housemaids had been bribed
with various fragments of riband, and sundry pairs of shoes
more or less down at heel, to make no mention of crumbs
in the beds; the airiest costumes had been worn on these
festive occasions; and the daring Miss Ferdinand had even
surprised the company with a sprightly solo on the comb-
and-curlpaper, until suffocated in her own pillow by two
flowing-haired executioners.
Nor were these the only tokens of dispersal. Boxes ap-
peared in the bedrooms (where they were capital at other
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times), and a surprising amount of packing took place, out
of all proportion to the amount packed. Largess, in the
form of odds and ends of cold cream and pomatum, and
also of hairpins, was freely distributed among the attend-
ants. On charges of inviolable secrecy, confidences were
interchanged respecting golden youth of England expected
to call, "at home," on the first opportunity. Miss Giggles
(deficient in sentiment) did indeed profess that she, for
her part, acknowledged such homage by making faces at the
golden youth; but this young lady was outvoted by an im-
mense majority.
On the last night before a recess, it was always expressly
made a point of honour ftiat nobody should go to sleep, and
that Ghosts should be encouraged by all possible means.
This compact invariably broke down, and all the young
ladies went to sleep very soon, and got up very early.
The concluding ceremony came off at twelve o'clock on
the day of departure; when Miss Twinkleton, supported by
Mrs. Tisher, held a drawing-room in her own apartment
(the globes already covered with brown Holland), where
glasses of white wine and plates of cut pound-cake were
discovered on the table. Miss Twinkleton then said : La-
dies, another revolving year had brought us round to that
festive period at which the first feelings of our nature
bounded in our — Miss Twinkleton was annually going to
add "bosoms," but annually stopped on the brink of that
expression, and substituted "hearts." Hearts; our hearts.
Hem ! Again a revolving year, ladies, had brought us to a
pause in our studies — let us hope our greatly advanced
studies — and, like the mariner in his bark, the warrior in
his tent, the captive in his dungeon, and the traveller in
his various conveyances, we yearned for home. Did we say,
on such an occasion, in the opening words of Mr. Addison's
impressive tragedy :
" The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, th' important day — ? "
Not so. From horizon to zenith all was couleur de rose, for
all was redolent of our relations and friends. Might we find
them prospering as we expected; might they find us pros-
pering as they expected ! Ladies, we would now, with our
love to one another, wish one another good bye, and happi-
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ness, until we met again. And when the time should come
for our resumption of those pursuits which (here a general
depression set in all round), pursuits which, pursuits which;
— then let us ever remember what was said by the Spartan
General, in words too trite for repetition, at the battle it
were superfluous to specify.
The handmaidens of the establishment, in their best caps,
then handed the trays, and the young ladies sipped and
crumbled, and the bespoken coaches began to choke the
street. Then leave-taking was not long about; and Miss
Twinkleton, in saluting each young lady's cheek, confided
to her an exceedingly neat letter, addressed to her next
friend at law, " with Miss Twinkle ton's best compliments "
in the corner. This missive she handed with an air as
if it had not the least connection with the bill, but were
something in the nature of a delicate and joyful surprise.
So many times had Rosa seen such dispersals, and so very
little did she know of any other Home, that she was con-
tented to remain where she was, and was even better con-
tented than ever before, having her latest friend with her.
And yet her latest friendship had a blank place in it of
which she could not fail to be sensible. Helena Landless,
having been a party to her brother's revelation about Rosa,
and having entered into that compact of silence with Mr.
Crisparkle, shrank from any allusion to Edwin Drood's
name. Why she so avoided it, was mysterious to Rosa, but
she perfectly perceived the fact. But for the fact, she
might have relieved her own little perplexed heart of some
of its doubts and hesitations, by taking Helena into her
confidence. As it was, she had no such vent : she could
only ponder on her own difficulties, and wonder more and
more why this avoidance of Edwin's name should last, now
that she knew — for so much Helena had told her — that a
good understanding was to be reestablished between the two
young men when Edwin came down.
It would have made a pretty picture, so many pretty
girls kissing Rosa in the cold porch of the Nuns' House,
and that sunny little creature peeping out of it (unconscious
of sly faces carved on spout and gable peeping at her), and
waving farewells to the departing coaches, as if she repre-
sented the spirit of rosy youth abiding in the place to keep
it bright and warm in its desertion. The hoarse High Street
became musical with the cry, in various silvery voices,
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" Good bye, Rosebud darling ! " and the effigy of Mr. Sap-
sea's father over the opposite doorway seemed to say to
mankind : " Gentlemen, favour me with your attention to
this charming little last lot left behind, and bid with a
spirit worthy of the occasion ! " Then the staid street, so
unwontedly sparkling, youthful, and fresh for a few rip-
pling moments, ran dry, and Cloisterham was itself again.
If Rosebud in her bower now waited Edwin Drood' s com-
ing with an uneasy heart, Edwin for his' part was uneasy
too. With far less force of purpose in his composition than
the childish beau-ty, crowned by acclamation fairy queen of
Miss Twinkleton's establishment, he had a conscience, and
Mr. Grewgious had pricked it. That gentleman's steady
convictions of what was right and what was wrong in such
a case as his, were neither to be frowned aside nor laughed
aside. They would not be moved. But for the dinner in
Staple Inn, and but for the ring he carried in the breast
pocket of his coat, he would have drifted into their wed-
ding-day without another pause for real thought, loosely
trusting that all would go well, left alone. But that seri-
ous putting him on his truth to the living and the dead had
brought him to a check. He must either give the ring to
Rosa, or he must take it back. Once put into this narrowed
way of action, it was curious that he began to consider
Rosa's claims upon him more unselfishly than he had ever
considered them before, and began to be less sure of himself
than he had ever been in all his easy-going days.
" I will be guided by what she says, and by how we get
on," was his decision, walking from the gatehouse to the
Nuns' House. " Whatever comes of it, I will bear his
words in mind, and try to be true to the living and the
dead."
Rosa was dressed for walking. She expected him. It
was a bright frosty day, and Miss Twinkleton had already
graciously sanctioned fresh air. Thus they got out together
before it became necessary for either Miss Twinkleton, or
the deputy high-priest Mrs. Tisher, to lay even so much as
one of those usual offerings on the shrine of Propriety.
"My dear Eddy," said Rosa, when they had turned out
of the High Street, and had got among the quiet walks in
the neighbourhood of the Cathedral and the river : " I want
to say something very serious to you. I have been think-
ing about it for a long, long time."
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:; I want to be serious with you too, Rosa dear I mean
to be serious and earnest."
"Thank you, Eddy. And you will not think me unkind
because I begin, will you? You will not think I speak for
myself only, because I speak first? That would not be gen-
erous, would it? And I know you are generous ! "
He said, "I hope I am not ungenerous to you, Rosa."
He called her Pussy no more. Never again.
"And there is no fear," pursued Rosa, "of our quarrel-
ling, is there? Because, Eddy," clasping her hand on his
arm, " we have so much reason to be very lenient to each
other ! "
"We will be, Rosa."
"That's a dear good boy! Eddy, let us be courageous.
Let us change to brother and sister from this day forth."
" Never be husband and wife? "
"Never!"
Neither spoke again for a little while. But after that
pause he said, with some effort:
" Of course I know that this has been in both our minds,
Rosa, and of course I am in honour bound to confess freely
that it does not originate with you."
"No, nor with you, dear," she returned, with pathetic
earnestness. " That sprung up between us. You are not
truly happy in our engagement; I am not truly happy in it.
0, 1 am so sorry, so sorry ! " And there she broke into tears.
" I am deeply sorry too, Rosa. Deeply sorry for you."
" And I for you, poor boy ! And I for you ! "
This pure young feeling, this gentle and forbearing feel-
ing of each towards the other, brought with it its reward
in a softening light that seemed to shine on their position.
The relations between them did not look wilful, or capri-
cious, or a failure, in such a light; they became elevated
into something more self-denying, honourable, affection-
ate, and true.
" If we knew yesterday," said Rosa, as she dried her
eyes, " and we did know yesterday, and on many, many
yesterdays, that we were far from right together in those
relations which were not of our own choosing, what better
could we do to-day than change them? It is natural that
we should be sorry, and you see how sorry we both are;
but how much better to be sorry now than then? "
" When, Rosa? "
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" When it would be too late. And then we should be
angry, besides."
Another silence fell upon them.
"And you know," said Rosa innocently, "you couldn't
like me then; and you can always like me now, for I shall
not be a drag upon you, or a worry to you. And I can al-
ways like you now, and your sister will not tease or trifle
with you. I often did when I was not your sister, and I
beg your pardon for it."
" Don't let us come to that, Rosa; or I shall want more
pardoning than I like to think of."
"No, indeed, Eddy; you are too hard, my generous boy,
upon yourself. Let us sit down, brother, on these ruins,
and let me tell you how it was with us. I think I know,
for I have considered about it very much since you were
here last time. You liked me, didn't you? You thought
I was a nice little thing? "
"Everybody thinks that, Rosa."
"-Do they? " She knitted her brow musingly for a mo-
ment, and then flashed out with the bright little induction :
"Well, but say they do. Surely it was not enough that
you should think of me only as other people did; now, was
it?"
The point was not to be got over. It was not enough.
"And that is just what I mean; that is just how it was
with us," said Rosa. " You liked me very well, and you
had grown used to me, and had grown used to the idea of
our being married. You accepted the situation as an in-
evitable kind of thing, didn't you? It was to be, you
thought, and why discuss or dispute it? "
It was new and strange to him to have himself presented
to himself so clearly, in a glass of her holding up. He
had always patronised her, in his superiority to her share
of woman's wit. Was that but another instance of some-
thing radically amiss in the terms on which they had been
gliding towards a lifelong bondage?
" All this that I say of you is true of me as well, Eddy.
Unless it was, I might not be bold enough to say it. Only,
the difference between us was, that by little and little there
crept into my mind a habit of thinking about it, instead of
dismissing it. My life is not so busy as yours, you see,
and I have not so many things to think of. So I thought
about it very much, and I cried about it very much too
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(though that was not your fault, poor boy); when all at
once my guardian came down, to prepare for my leaving
the Nuns' House. I tried to hint to him that I was not
quite settled in my mind, but I hesitated and failed, and
he didn't understand me. But he is a good, good man.
And he put before me so kindly, and yet so strongly, how
seriously we ought to consider, in our circumstances, that
I resolved to speak to you the next moment we were alone
and grave. And if I seem to come to it easily just now,
because I came to it all at once, don't think it was so really,
Eddy, for O, it was very, very hard, and 0 I am very, very
sorry ! "
Her full heart broke into tears again. He put his arm
about her waist, and they walked by the river-side to-
gether.
" Your guardian has spoken to me too, Rosa dear. I saw
him before I left London." His right hand was in his
breast, seeking the ring; but he checked it, as he thought:
" If I am to take it back, why should I tell her of it? "
" And that made you more serious about it, didn't it,
Eddy? And if I had not spoken to you, as I have, you
would have spoken to me? I hope you can tell me so?
I don't like it to be all my doing, though it is so much bet-
ter for us."
"Yes, I should have spoken; I should have put every-
thing before you; I came intending to do it. But I never
could have spoken to you as you have spoken to me,
Rosa."
"Don't say you mean so coldly or unkindly, Eddy,
please, if you can help it."
" I mean so sensibly and delicately, so wisely and affec-
tionately."
"That's my dear brother !" She kissed his hand in a
little rapture. " The dear girls will be dreadfully disap-
pointed," added Rosa, laughing, with the dewdrops glisten-
ing in her bright eyes. "They have looked forward to it
so, poor pets ! "
" Ah ! but I fear it will be a worse disappointment to
Jack," said Edwin Drood, with a start. " I never thought
of Jack ! "
Her swift and intent look at him as he said the words
could no more be recalled than a flash of lightning can.
But it appeared as though she would have instantly recalled
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it, if she could; for she looked down, confused, and breathed
quickly.
" You don't doubt its being a blow to Jack, Rosa? "
She merely replied, and that evasively and hurriedly :
Why should she? She had not thought about it. He
seemed, to her, to have so little to do with it.
"My dear child! can you suppose that any one so
wrapped up in another — Mrs. Tope's expression : not mine
— as Jack is in me, could fail to be struck all of a heap by
such a sudden and complete change in my life? I say
sudden, because it will be sudden to him, you know."
She nodded twice or thrice, and her lips parted as if she
would have assented. But she uttered no sound, and her
breathing was no slower.
" How shall I tell Jack? " said Edwin, ruminating. If
he had been less occupied with the thought, he must have
seen her singular emotion. " I never thought of Jack. It
must be broken to him, before the town-crier knows it. I
dine with the dear fellow to-morrow and next day — Christ-
mas Eve and Christmas Day — but it would never do to spoil
his feast-days. He always worries about me, and moddley-
coddleys in the merest trifles. The news is sure to overset
him. How on earth shall this be broken to Jack? "
"He must be told, I suppose? " said Rosa.
" My dear Rosa ! who ought to be in our confidence, if
not Jack? "
" My guardian promised to come down, if I should write
and ask him. I am going to do so. Would you like to
leave it to him? "
" A bright idea ! " cried Edwin. " The other trustee-
Nothing more natural. He comes down, he goes to Jack,
he relates what we have agreed upon, and he states our case
better than we could. He has already spoken feelingly to
you, he has already spoken feelingly to me, and he'll put
the whole thing feelingly to Jack. That's it! I am not a
coward, Rosa, but to tell you a secret, I am a little afraid
of Jack."
" No, no ! you are not afraid of him ! " cried Rosa, turn-
ing white, and clasping her hands.
" Why, sister Rosa, sister Rosa, what do you see from
the turret? " said Edwin, rallying her. " My dear girl ! "
"You frightened me.''
"Most unintentionally, but I am as sorry as if I had
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meant to do it. Could you possibly suppose for a moment,
from any loose way of speaking of mine, that I was liter-
ally afraid of the dear fond fellow? What I mean is, that
he is subject to a kind of paroxysm, or fit — I saw him in it
once — and I don't know but that so great a surprise, com-
ing upon him direct from me whom he is so wrapped up in,
might bring it on perhaps. Which — and this is the secret
I was going to tell you — is another reason for your guar-
dian's making the communication. He is so steady, precise,
and exact, that he will talk Jack's thoughts into shape, in
no time : whereas with me Jack is always impulsive and
hurried, and, I may say, almost womanish."
Rosa seemed convinced. Perhaps from her own very
different point of view of " Jack," she felt comforted and
protected by the interposition of Mr. Grewgious between
herself and him.
And now, Edwin Drood's right hand closed again upon
the ring in its little case, and again was checked by the
consideration : " It is certain, now, that I am to give it back
to him ; then why should I tell her of it? " That pretty
sympathetic nature which could be so sorry for him in the
blight of their childish hopes of happiness together, and
could so quietly find itself alone in a new world to weave
fresh wreaths of such flowers as it might prove to bear, the
old world's flowers being withered, would be grieved by
those sorrowful jewels; and to what purpose? Why should
it be? They were but a sign of broken joys and baseless
projects; in their very beauty they were (as the unlikeliest
of men had said) almost a cruel satire on the loves, hopes,
plans, of humanity, which are able to forecast nothing, and
are so much brittle dust. Let them be. He would restore
them to her guardian when he came down ; he in his turn
would restore them to the cabinet from which he had un-
willingly taken them; and there, like old letters or old
vows, or other records of old aspirations come to nothing,
they would be disregarded, until, being valuable, they were
sold into circulation again, to repeat their former round.
Let them be. Let them lie unspoken of, in his breast.
However distinctly or indistinctly he entertained these
thoughts, he arrived at the conclusion, Let them be.
Among the mighty store of wonderful chains that are for
ever forging, day and night, in the vast iron- works of time
and circumstance, there was one chain forged in the moment
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of that small conclusion, riveted to the foundations of
heaven and earth, and gifted with invincible force to hold
and drag.
They walked on by the river. They began to speak of
their separate plans. He would quicken his departure from
England, and she would remain where she was, at least as
long as Helena remained. The poor dear girls should have
their disappointment broken to them gently, and, as the
first preliminary, Miss Twinkleton should be confided in
by Rosa, even in advance of the reappearance of Mr. Grew-
gious. It should be made clear in all quarters that she and
Edwin were the best of friends. There had never been so
serene an understanding between them since they were first
affianced. And yet there was one reservation on each side;
on hers, that she intended through her guardian to with-
draw herself immediately from the tuition of her music-
master; on his, that he did already entertain some wander-
ing speculations whether it might ever come to pass that he
would know more of Miss Landless.
The bright frosty day declined as they walked and spoke
together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them,
and the old city lay red before them, as their walk drew
to a close. The moaning water cast its seaweed duskily
at their feet, when they turned to leave its margin; and
the rooks hovered above them with hoarse cries, darker
splashes in the darkening air.
" I will prepare Jack for my flitting soon," said Edwin,
in a low voice, " and I will but see your guardian when he
comes, and then go before they speak together. It will be
better done without my being by. Don't you think so? "
"Yes."
" We know we have done right, Rosa? "
"Yes."
"We know we are better so, even now? "
"And shall be far, far better so by-and-bye."
Still there was that lingering tenderness in their hearts
towards the old positions they were relinquishing, that
they prolonged their parting. When they came among the
elm-trees by the Cathedral, where they had last sat to-
gether, they stopped as by consent, and Rosa raised her
face to his, as she had never raised it in the old days; — for
they were old already.
" God bless you, dear ! Good bye ! "
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"God bless you, dear! Good bye! "
They kissed each other fervently.
"Now, please take me home, Eddy, and let me be by
myself. "
"Don't look round, Rosa," he cautioned her, as he drew
her arm through his, and led her away. "Didn't you see
Jack? »
"No! Where?"
" Under the trees. He saw us, as we took leave of each
other. Poor fellow ! he little thinks we have parted. This
will be a blow to him, I am much afraid ! "
She hurried on, without resting, and hurried on until
they had passed under the gatehouse into the street; once
there, she asked :
" Has he followed us? You can look without seeming to.
Is he behind? "
"No. Yes, he is! He has just passed out under the
gateway. The dear sympathetic old fellow likes to keep
us in sight. I am afraid he will be bitterly disappointed ! "
She pulled hurriedly at the handle of the hoarse old bell,
and the gate soon opened. Before going in, she gave him
one last wide wondering look, as if she would have asked
him with imploring emphasis : " 0 ! don't you understand? "
And out of that look he vanished from her view.
CHAPTER XIV.
WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN?
CHRISTMAS EVE in Cloisterham. A few strange faces in
the streets; a few other faces, half strange and half famil-
iar, once the faces of Cloisterham children, now' the faces
of men and women who come back from the outer world at
long intervals to find the city wonderfully shrunken in size,
as if it had not washed by any means well in the mean-
while. To these, the striking of the Cathedral clock, and
the cawing of the rooks from the Cathedral tower, are like
voices of their nursery time. To such as these, it has hap-
pened in their dying hours afar off, that they have im-
agined their chamber-floor to be strewn with the autumnal
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leaves fallen from the elm-trees in the Close : so have the
rustling sounds and fresh scents of their earliest impres-
sions revived when the circle of their lives was very nearly
traced, and the beginning and the end were drawing close
together.
Seasonable tokens are about. Red berries shine here and
there in the lattices of Minor Canon Corner; Mr. and Mrs.
Tope are daintily sticking sprigs of holly into the carvings
and sconces of the Cathedral stalls, as if they were sticking
them into the coat-buttonholes of the Dean and Chapter.
Lavish profusion is in the shops : particularly in the arti-
cles of currents, raisins, spices, candied peel, and moist
sugar. An unusual air of gallantry and dissipation is
abroad; evinced in an immense bunch of mistletoe hang-
ing in the greengrocer's shop doorway, and a poor little
Twelfth Cake, culminating in the figure of a Harlequin —
such a very poor little Twelfth Cake, that one would rather
call it a Twenty-fourth Cake or a Forty-eighth Cake — to be
raffled for at the pastrycook's, terms one shilling per mem-
ber. Public amusements are not wanting. The Wax- Work
which made so deep an impression on the reflective mind
of the Emperor of China is to be seen by particular desire
duirng Christmas Week only, on the premises of the bank-
rupt livery-stable-keeper up the lane; and a new grand
comic Christmas pantomime is to be produced at the Thea-
tre : the latter heralded by the portrait of Signor Jacksonini
the clown, saying "How do you do to-morrow?" quite as
large as life, and almost as miserably. In short, Cloister-
ham is up and doing : though from this description the
High School and Miss Twinkleton's are to be excluded.
From the former establishment the scholars have gone
home, every one of them in love with one of Miss Twinkle-
ton's young ladies (who knows nothing about it); and only
the handmaidens flutter occasionally in the windows of the
latter. It" is noticed, by-the-bye, that these damsels be-
come, within the limits of decorum, more skittish when
thus intrusted with the concrete representation of their sex,
than when dividing the representation with Miss Twinkle-
ton's young ladies.
Three are to meet at the gatehouse to-night. How does
each one of the three get through the day?
Neville Landless, though absolved from his books for the
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time by Mr. Crisparkle — whose fresh nature is by no means
insensible to the charms of a holiday — reads and writes
in his quiet room, with a concentrated air, until it is two
hours past noon. He then sets himself to clearing his table,
to arranging his books, and to tearing up and burning his
stray papers. He makes a clean sweep of all untidy accu-
mulations, puts all his drawers in order, and leaves no note
or scrap of paper undestroyed, save such memoranda as
bear directly on his studies. This done, he turns to his
wardrobe, selects a few articles of ordinary wear — among
them, change of stout shoes and socks for walking — and
packs these in a knapsack. This knapsack is new, and he
bought it in the High Street yesterday. He also purchased,
at the same time and at the same place, a heavy walking-
stick : strong in the handle for the grip of the hand, and
iron-shod. He tries this, swings it, poises it, and lays it
by, with the knapsack, on a window-seat. By this time
his arrangements are complete.
He dresses for going out, and is in the act of going — in-
deed has left his room, and has met the Minor Canon on
the staircase, coming out of his bedroom upon the same
story — when he turns back again for his walking-stick,
thinking he will carry it now. Mr. Crisparkle, who has
paused on the staircase, sees it in his hand on his imme-
diately reappearing, takes it from him, and asks him with
a smile how he chooses a stick?
"Really I don't know that I understand the subject," he
answers. " I chose it for its weight."
"Much too heavy, Neville; much too heavy."
" To rest upon in a long walk, sir? "
" Rest upon? " repeats Mr. Crisparkle, throwing himself
into pedestrian form. " You don't rest upon it; you merely
balance with it."
" I shall know better, with practice, sir. I have not lived
in a walking country, you know."
"True," says Mr. Crisparkle. " Get into a little train-
ing, and we will have a few score miles together. I should
leave you nowhere now. Do you come back before din-
ner? "
"I think not, as we dine early."
Mr. Crisparkle gives him a bright uod and a cheerful
good bye; expressing (not without intention) absolute con-
fidence and ease.
140 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
Neville repairs to the Nuns' House, and requests that
Miss Landless may be informed that her brother is there,
by appointment. He waits at the gate, not even crossing
the threshold; for he is on his parole not to put himself in
Rosa's way.
His sister is at least as mindful of the obligation they
have taken on themselves as he can be, and loses not a mo-
ment in joining him. They meet affectionately, avoid lin-
gering there, and walk towards the upper inland country.
" I am not going to tread upon forbidden ground, Hel-
ena," says Neville, when they have walked some distance
and are turning; " you will understand in another moment
that I cannot help referring to — what shall I say? — my in-
fatuation."
" Had you not better avoid it, Neville? You know that
I can hear nothing."
" You can hear, my dear, what Mr. Crisparkle has heard,
and heard with approval."
"Yes; I can hear so much."
" Well, it is this. I am not only unsettled and unhappy
myself, but I am conscious of unsettling and interfering
with other peopje. How do I know that, but for my un-
fortunate presence, you, and — and — the rest of that former
party, our engaging guardian excepted, might be dining
cheerfully in Minor Canon Corner to-morrow? Indeed it
probably would be so. I can see too well that I am not
high in the old lady's opinion, and it is easy to understand
what an irksome clog I must be upon the hospitalities of
her orderly house — especially at this time of year — when I
must be kept asunder from this person, and there is such
a reason for my not being brought into contact with that
person, and an unfavourable reputation has preceded me
with such another person, and so on. I have put this very
gently to Mr. Crisparkle, for you know his self-denying
ways; but still I have put it. What I have laid much
greater stress upon at the same time, is, that I am engaged
in a miserable struggle with myself, and that a little
change and absence may enable me to come through it the
better. So, the weather being bright and hard, I am going
on a walking expedition, and intend taking myself out
of everybody's way (my own included, I hope) to-morrow
morning."
" When to come back? "
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"In a fortnight."
" And going quite alone? "
" I am much better without company, even if there were
any one but you to bear me company, my dear Helena."
"Mr. Crisparkle entirely agrees, you say?"
" Entirely. I am not sure but that at first he was in-
clined to think it rather a moody scheme, and one that
might do a brooding mind harm. But we took a moonlight
walk last Monday night, to talk it over at leisure, and I
represented the case to him as it really is. I showed him
that I do want to conquer myself, and that, this evening
well got over, it is surely better that 1 should be away from
here just now, than here. I could hardly help meeting cer-
tain people walking together here, and that could do no
good, and is certainly not the way to forget. A fortnight
hence, that chance will probably be over, for the time; and
when it again arises for the last time, why, I can again go
away. Farther, I really do feel hopeful of bracing exer-
cise and wholesome fatigue. You know that Mr. Crispar-
kle allows such things their full weight in the preservation
of his own sound mind in his own sound body, and that his
just spirit is not likely to maintain one set of natural laws
for himself and another for me. He yielded to my view of
the matter, when convinced that I was honestly in earnest;
and so, with his full consent, I start to-morrow morning.
Early enough to be not only out of the streets, but out of
hearing of the bells, when the good people go to church."
Helena thinks it over, and thinks well of it. Mr. Cris-
parkle doing so, she would do so; but she does originally,
out of her own mind, think well of it, as a healthy project,
denoting a sincere endeavour and an active attempt at self-
correction. She is inclined to pity him, poor fellow, for
going away solitary on the great Christmas festival; but
she feels it much more to the purpose to encourage him.
And she does encourage him.
He will write to her?
He will write to her every alternate day, and tell her all
his adventures.
Does he send clothes on in advance of him?
" My dear Helena, no. Travel like a pilgrim, with wal-
let and staff. My wallet — or my knapsack — is packed, and
ready for strapping on; and here is my staff! "
He hands it to her; she makes the same remark as Mr.
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Crisparkle, that it is very heavy; and gives it back to him,
asking what wood it is? Iron- wood.
Up to this point he has been extremely cheerful. Per-
haps, the having to carry his case with her, and therefore
to present it in its brightest aspect, has roused his spirits.
Perhaps, the having done so with success, is followed by
a revulsion. As the day closes in, and the city-lights be-
gin to spring up before them, he grows depressed.
"I wish I were not going to this dinner, Helena."
" Dear Neville, is it worth while to care much about it?
Think how soon it will be over."
" How soon it will be over ! " he repeats gloomily. " Yes.
But I don't like it."
There may be a moment's awkwardness, she cheeringly
represents to him, but it can only last a moment. He is
quite sure of himself.
" I wish I felt as sure of everything else, as I feel of my-
self," he answers her.
" How strangely you speak, dear ! What do you mean? "
"Helena, I don't know. I only know that I don't like
it. What a strange dead weight there is in the air ! "
She calls his attention to those copperous clouds beyond
the river, and says that the wind is rising. He scarcely
speaks again, until he takes leave of her, at the gate of the
Nuns' House. She does not immediately enter, when they
have parted, but remains looking after him along the street.
Twice he passes the gatehouse, reluctant to enter. At
length, the Cathedral clock chiming one quarter, with a
rapid turn he hurries in.
And so he goes up the postern-stair.
Edwin Drood passes a solitary day. Something of deeper
moment than he had thought, has gone out of his life; and
in the silence of his own chamber he wept for it last night.
Though the image of Miss Landless still hovers in the
background of his mind, the pretty little affectionate creat-
ure so much firmer and wiser than he had supposed, occu-
pies its stronghold. It is with some misgiving of his own
unworthiness that he thinks of her, and of what they might
have been to one another, if he had been more in earnest
some time ago; if he had set a higher value on her; if, in-
stead of accepting his lot in life as an inheritance of course,
he had studied the right way to its appreciation and en-
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hancement. And still, for all this, and though there is a
sharp heartache in all this, the vanity and caprice of youth
sustain that handsome figure of Miss Landless in the back-
ground of his mind.
That was a curious look of Eosa's when they parted at
the gate. Did it mean that she saw below the surface of
his thoughts, and down into their twilight depths? Scarce-
ly that, for it was a look of astonished and keen inquiry.
He decides that he cannot understand it, though it was re-
markably expressive.
As he only waits for Mr. Grewgious now, and will de-
part immediately after having seen him, he takes a saun-
tering leave of the ancient city and its neighbourhood. He
recalls the time when Eosa and he walked here or there,
mere children, full of the dignity of being engaged. Poor
children ! he thinks, with a pitying sadness.
Finding that his watch has stopped, he turns into the
jeweller's shop, to have it wound and set. The jeweller is
knowing on the subject of a bracelet, which he begs leave
to submit, in a general and quite aimless way. It would
suit (he considers) a young bride, to perfection; especially
if of a rather diminutive style of beauty. Finding the
bracelet but coldly looked at, the jeweller invites attention
to a tray of rings for gentlemen; here is a style of ring,
now, he remarks — a very chaste signet — which gentle-
men are much given to purchasing, when changing their
condition. A ring of a very responsible appearance. With
the date of their wedding-day engraved inside, several
gentlemen have preferred it to any other kind of memento.
The rings are as coldly viewed as the bracelet. Edwin
tells the tempter that he wears no jewellery but his watch
and chain, which were his father's; and his shirt-pin.
"That I was aware of," is the jeweller's reply, "for
Mr. Jasper dropped in for a watch-glass the other day,
and, in fact, I showed these articles to him, remarking that
if he should wish to make a present to a gentleman rela-
tive, on any particular occasion — But he said with a smile
that he had an inventory in his mind of all the jewellery his
gentleman relative ever wore; namely, his watch and chain,
and his shirt-pin." Still (the jeweller considers) that might
not apply to all times, though applying to the present time.
" Twenty minutes past two, Mr. Drood, I set your Avatch
at. Let me recommend you not to let it run down, sir."
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Edwin takes his watch, puts it on, and goes out, think-
ing : " Dear old Jack ! If I were to make an extra crease
in my neck-cloth, he would think it worth noticing ! "
He strolls about and about, to pass the time until the
dinner hour. It somehow happens that Cloisterham seems
reproachful to him to-day; has fault to find with him, as
if he had not used it well; but is far more pensive with
him than angry. His wonted carelessness is replaced by a
wistful looking at, and dwelling upon, all the old land-
marks. He will soon be far away, and may never see them
again, he thinks. Poor youth ! Poor youth !
As dusk draws on, he paces the Monks' Vineyard. He
has walked to and fro, full half an hour by the Cathedral
chimes, and it has closed in dark, before he becomes quite
aware of a woman crouching on the ground near a wicket
gate in a corner. The gate commands a cross bye-path,
little iised in the gloaming; and the figure must have been
there all the time, though he has but gradually and lately
made it out.
He strikes into that path, and walks up to the wicket.
By the light of a lamp near it, he sees that the woman is
of a haggard appearance, and that her weazen chin is rest-
ing on her hands, and that her eyes are staring — with an
unwinking, blind sort of steadfastness — before her.
Always kindly, but moved to be unusually kind this
evening, and having bestowed kind words on most of the
children and aged people he has met, he at once bends
down, and speaks to this woman. '
" Are you ill? "
"No, deary," she answers, without looking at him, and
with no departure from her strange blind stare.
" Are you blind? "
"No, deary."
"Are you lost, homeless, faint? What is the mat-
ter, that you stay here in the cold so long, without mov-
ing? "
By slow and stiff efforts, she appears to contract her
vision until it can rest upon him; and then a curious film
passes over her, and she begins to shake.
He straightens himself, recoils a step, and looks down at
her in a dread amazement; for he seems to know her.
" Good Heaven ! " he thinks, next moment. " Like Jack
that night!"
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As he looks down at her, she looks up at him, and whim-
pers: "My lungs is weakly; my lungs is dreffle bad. Poor
me, poor me, my cough is rattling dry ! " and coughs in
confirmation horribly.
" Where do you come from? "
"Come from London, deary." (Her cough still rending
her.)
" Where are you going to? "
" Back to London, deary. I came here, looking for a
needle in a haystack, and I ain't found it. Look'ee, deary;
give me three-and-sixpeiice, and don't you be afeard for
me. I'll get back to London then, and trouble no one.
I'm in a business. — Ah, me! It's slack, it's slack, and
times is very bad! — but I can make a shift to live by it."
" Do you eat opium? "
"Smokes it," she replies with difficulty, still racked by
her cough. " Give me three-and-sixpence, and I'll lay it
out well, and get back. If you don't give me three-and-
sixpence, don't give me a brass farden. And if you do
give me three-and-sixpence, deary, I'll tell you some-
thing."
He counts the money from his pocket, and puts it in her
hand. She instantly clutches it tight, and rises to her feet
with a croaking laugh of satisfaction.
"Bless ye! Hark'ee, dear genl'mn. What's your Chris'en
name? "
"Edwin."
"Edwin, Edwin, Edwin," she repeats, trailing off into a
drowsy repetition of the word ; and then asks suddenly :
" Is the short of that name Eddy? "
" It is sometimes called so," he replies, with the colour
starting to his face.
"Don't sweethearts call it so?" she asks, pondering.
"How should I know?"'
" Haven't you a sweetheart, upon your soul? "
"None."
She is moving away, with another "Bless ye, and
thank'ee, deary ! " when he adds : " You were to tell me
something; you may as well do so."
" So I was, so I was. Well, then. Whisper. You be
thankful that your name ain't Ned."
He looks at her quite steadily, as he asks: " Why? "
"Because it's a bad name to have just now."
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" How a bad name? "
"A threatened name. A dangerous name."
"The proverb says that threatened men live long," he
tells her, lightly.
" Then Ned — so threatened is he, wherever he may be
while I am a talking to you, deary — should live to all
eternity ! " replies the woman.
She has leaned forward to say it in his ear, with her
forefinger shaking before his eyes, and now huddles her-
self together, and with another " Bless ye, and thank'ee ! "
goes away in the direction of the Travellers' Lodging
House.
This is not an inspiriting close to a dull day. Alone, in
a sequestered place, surrounded by vestiges of old time and
decay, it rather has a tendency to call a shudder into being.
He makes for the better-lighted streets, and resolves as he
walks on to say nothing of this to-night, but to mention it
to Jack (who alone calls him Ned), as an odd coincidence,
to-morrow ; of course only as a coincidence, and not as any-
thing better worth remembering.
Still, it holds to him, as many things much better worth
remembering never did. He has another mile or so, to
linger out before the dinner- hour; and, when he walks over
the bridge and by the river, the woman's words are in the
rising wind, in the angry sky, in the troubled water, in the
flickering lights. There is some solemn echo of them even
in the Cathedral chime, which strikes a sudden surprise to
his heart as he turns in under the archway of the gatehouse.
And so he goes up the postern- stair.
John Jasper passes a more agreeable and cheerful day
than either of his guests. Having no music-lessons to give
in the holiday season, his tinje is his own, but for the
Cathedral services. He is early among the shopkeepers,
ordering little table luxuries that his nephew likes. His
nephew will not be with him long, he tells his provision-
dealers, and so must be petted and made much of. While
out on his hospitable preparations, he looks in on Mr. Sap-
sea; and mentions that dear Ned, and that inflammable
young spark of Mr. Crisparkle's, are to dine at the gate-
house to-day, and make up their difference. Mr. Sapsea is
by no means friendly towards the inflammable young spark.
He says that his complexion is " Un-English. " And when
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Mr. Sapsea has once declared anything to be Un-English, he
considers that thing everlastingly sunk in the bottomless
pit.
John Jasper is truly sorry to hear Mr. Sapsea speak
thus, for he knows right well that Mr. Sapsea never speaks
without a meaning, and that he has a subtle trick of being
right. Mr. Sapsea (by a very remarkable Coincidence) is
of exactly that opinion.
Mr. Jasper is in beautiful voice this day. In the pa-
thetic supplication to have his heart inclined to keep this
law, he quite astonishes his fellows by his melodious power.
He has never sung difficult music with such skill and har-
mony, as in this day's Anthem. His nervous temperament
is occasionally prone to take difficult music a little too
quickly; to-day, his time is perfect.
These results are probably attained through a grand com-
posure of the spirits. The mere mechanism of his throat is
a little tender, for he wears, both with his singing-robe and
withjiis ordinary dress, a large black scarf of strong close-
woven silk, slung loosely round his neck. But his com-
posure is so noticeable, that Mr. Crisparkle speaks of it as
they come out from Vespers.
" I must thank you, Jasper, for the pleasure with which
I have heard you to-day. Beautiful! Delightful! You
could not have so outdone yourself, I hope, without being
wonderfully well."
"I am wonderfully well."
"Nothing unequal," says the Minor Canon, with a smooth
motion of his hand : " nothing unsteady, nothing forced,
nothing avoided; all thoroughly done in a masterly man-
ner, with perfect self-command."
"Thank you. I hope so, if it is not too much to say."
" One would think, Jasper, you had been trying a new
medicine for that occasional indisposition of yours."
"No, really? That's well observed; for I have."
"Then stick to it, my good fellow," says Mr. Crisparkle,
clapping him on the shoulder with friendly encouragement,
"stick to it."
"I will."
"I congratulate you," Mr. Crisparkle pursues, as they
come out of the Cathedral, "on all accounts."
" Thank you again. I will walk round to the Corner
with you, if you don't object; I have plenty of time before
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my company come; and I want to say a word to you, which
I think you will not be displeased to hear."
" What is it? "
" Well. We were speaking, the other evening, of my
black humours."
Mr. Crisparkle's face falls, and he shakes his head de-
ploringly.
" I said, you know, that I should ma'ke you an antidote
to those black humours; and you said you hoped I would
consign them to the flames."
" And I still hope so, Jasper."
" With the best reason in the world ! I mean to burn
this year's Diary at the year's end."
" Because you — ? " Mr. Crisparkle brightens greatly as
he thus begins.
" You anticipate me. Because I feel that I have been
out of sorts, gloomy, bilious, brain-oppressed, whatever it
may be. You said I had been exaggerative. So I have."
Mr. Crisparkle's brightened face brightens still more.
" I couldn't see it then, because I was out of sorts; but
I am in a healthier state now, and I acknowledge it with
genuine pleasure. I made a great deal of a very little;
that's the fact."
"It does me good," cries Mr. Crisparkle, "to hear you
say it ! "
"A man leading a monotonous life," Jasper proceeds,
"and getting his nerves, or his stomach, out of order,
dwells upon an idea until it loses its proportions. That
was my case with the idea in question. So I shall burn the
evidence of my case when the book is full, and begin the
next volume with a clearer vision."
"This is better," says Mr. Crisparkle, stopping at the
steps of his own door to shake hands, " than I could have
hoped."
" VVhy, naturally," returns Jasper. " You had but little
reason to hope that I should become more like yourself.
You are always training yourself to be, mind and body, as
clear as crystal, and you always are, and never change;
whereas I am a muddy, solitary, moping weed. However,
I have got over that mope. Shall I wait, while you ask if
Mr. Neville has left for my place? If not, he and I may
walk round together."
"I think," says Mr. Crisparkle, opening the entrance-
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door with his key, "that he left some time ago; at least I
know he left, and I think he has not come back. But I'll
inquire. You won't come in? "
"My company wait," said Jasper, with a smile.
The Minor Canon disappears, and in a few moments re-
turns. As he thought, Mr. Neville has not come back; in-
deed, as he remembers now, Mr. Neville said he would
probably go straight to the gatehouse.
" Bad manners in a host ! " says Jasper. " My company
will be there before meT What will you bet that I don't
find my company embracing? "
"I will bet — or I would, if ever I did bet," returns Mr.
Crisparkle, " that your company will have a gay entertainer
this evening."
Jasper nods, and laughs good night!
He retraces his steps to the Cathedral door, and turns
down past it to the gatehouse. He sings, in a low voice
and with delicate expression, as he walks along. It still
seems as if a false note were not within his power to-night,
and as if nothing could hurry or retard him. Arriving thus
under the arched entrance of his dwelling, he pauses for an.
instant in the shelter to pull off that great black scarf, and
hang it in a loop upon his arm. For that brief time, his
face is knitted and stern. But it immediately clears, as he
resumes his singing, and his way.
And so he goes up the postern-stair.
The red light burns steadily all the evening in the light-
house on the margin of the tide of busy life. Softened
sounds and hum of traffic pass it and flow on irregularly
into the lonely Precincts; but very little else goes by, save
violent rushes of wind. It comes on to blow a boisterous
gale.
The Precincts are never particularly well lighted; but
the strong blasts of wind blowing out many of the lamps
(in some instances shattering the frames too, and bringing
the glass rattling to the ground), they are unusually dark
to-night. The darkness is augmented and confused, by
flying dust from the earth, dry twigs from the trees, and
great ragged fragments from the rooks' nests up in the
Tower. The trees themselves so toss and creak, as this
tangible part of the darkness madly whirls about, that they
seem iu peril of being torn out of the earth : while ever and
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again a crack, and a rushing fall, denote that some large
branch has yielded to the storm.
No such power of wind has blown for many a winter
night. Chimneys topple in the streets, and people hold to
posts and corners, and to one another, to keep themselves
upon their feet. The violent rushes abate not, but increase
in frequency and fury until at midnight, when the streets
are empty, the storm goes thundering along them, rattling
at all the latches, and tearing at all the shutters, as if
warning the people to get up and fly with it, rather than
have the roofs brought down upon their brains.
Still, the red light burns steadily. Nothing is steady
but the red light.
All through the night the wind blows, and abates not.
But early in the morning, when there is barely enough light
in the east to dim the stars, it begins to lull. From that
time, with occasional wild charges, like a wounded monster
dying, it drops and sinks; and at full daylight it is dead.
It is then seen that the hands of the Cathedral clock are
torn off; that lead from the roof has been stripped away,
•rolled up, and blown into the Close; and that some stones
have been displaced upon the summit of the great tower.
Christmas morning though it be, it is necessary to send up
workmen, to ascertain the extent of the damage done.
These, led by Durdles, go aloft; while Mr. Tope and a
crowd of early idlers gather down in Minor Canon Corner,
shading their eyes and watching for their appearance up
there.
This cluster is suddenly broken and put aside by the
hands of Mr. Jasper; all the gazing eyes are brought down
to the earth by his loudly inquiring of Mr. Crisparkle, at
an open window:
" Where is my nephew? "
"He has not been here. Is he not with you? "
" No. He went down to the river last night, with Mr.
Neville, to look at the storm, and has not been back. Call
Mr. Neville ! "
"He left this morning, early."
"Left this morning early? Let me in! let me in! "
There is no more looking up at the Tower, now. All
the assembled eyes are turned on Mr. Jasper, white, half-
dressed, panting, and clinging to the rail before the Minor
Canon's house.
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CHAPTER XV.
IMPEACHED.
NEVILLE LANDLESS had started so early and walked at
so good a pace, that when the church-bells began to ring in
Cloisterham for morning service, he was eight miles away.
As he wanted his breakfast by that time, having set forth
on a crust of bread, he stopped at the next roadside tavern
to refresh.
Visitors in want of breakfast — unless they were horses
or cattle, for which class of guests there was preparation
enough in the way of water-trough and hay — were so un-
usual at the sign of The Tilted Waggon, that it took a long
time to get the waggon into the track of tea and toast and
bacon. Neville in the interval, sitting in a sanded par-
lour, wondering in how long a time after he had gone, the
sneezy fire of damp fagots would begin to make somebody
else warm.
Indeed, The Tilted Waggon, as a cool establishment on
the top of a hill, where the ground before the door was
puddled with damp hoofs and trodden straw; where a
scolding landlady slapped a moist baby (with one red sock
on and one wanting), in the bar; where the cheese was cast
aground upon a shelf, in company with a mouldy table-
cloth and a green-handled knife, in a sort of cast-iron
canoe; where the pale-faced bread shed tears of crumb over
its shipwreck in another canoe; where the family linen,
half washed and half dried, led a public life of lying about;
where everything to drink was drunk out of mugs, and
everything else was suggestive of a rhyme to mugs; The
Tilted Waggon, all these things considered, hardly kept its
painted promise of providing good entertainment for Man
and Beast. However, Man, in the present case, was not
critical, but took what entertainment he could get, and went
on again after a longer rest than he needed.
He stopped at some quarter of a mile from the house,
hesitating whether to pursue the road, or to follow a cart
track between two high hedgerows, which led across the
slope of a breezy heath, and evidently struck into the road
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again by-and-bye. He decided in favour of this latter
track, and pursued it with some toil; the rise being steep,
and the way worn into deep ruts.
He was labouring along, when he became .aware of some
other pedestrians behind him. As they were coming up at
a faster pace than his, he stood aside, against one of the
high banks, to let them pass. But their manner was very
curious. Only four of them passed. Other four slackened
speed, and loitered as intending to follow him when he
should go on. The remainder of the party (half-a-dozen
perhaps) turned, and went back at a great rate.
He looked at the four behind him, and he looked at the
four before him. They all returned his look. He resumed
his way. The four in advance went on, constantly looking
back; the four in the rear came closing up.
When they all ranged out from the narrow track upon
the open slope of the heath, and this order was maintained,
let him diverge as he would to either side, there was no
longer room to doubt that he was beset by these fellows.
He stopped, as a last test; and they all stopped.
" Why do you attend upon me in this way? " he asked
the whole body. "Are you a pack of thieves? "
"Don't answer him," said one of the number; he did not
see which. "Better be quiet."
" Better be quiet? " repeated Neville. " Who said so? "
Nobody replied.
" It's good advice, whichever of you skulkers gave it," he
went on angrily. " I will not submit to be penned in be-
tween four men there, and four men there. I wish to pass,
and I mean to pass, those four in front."
They were all standing still; himself included.
" If eight men, or four men, or two men, set upon one,"
he proceeded, growing more enraged, "the one has no
chance but to set his mark upon some of them. And, by
the Lord, I'll do it, if I am interrupted any farther!"
Shouldering his heavy stick, and quickening his pace, he
shot on to pass the four ahead. The largest and strongest
man of the number changed swiftly to the side on which he
came up, and dexterously closed with him and went down
with him; but not before the heavy stick had descended
smartly.
" Let him be ! " said this man in a suppressed voice, as
they struggled together on the grass. " Fair play ! His is
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the build of a girl to mine, and he's got a weight strapped
to his back besides. Let him alone. I'll manage him."
After a little rolling about, in a close scuffle which caused
the faces of both to be besmeared with blood, the man took
his knee from Neville's chest, and rose, saying: "There!
Now take him arm-in-arm, any two of you ! "
It was immediately done.
"As to our being a pack of thieves, Mr. Landless," said
the man, as he spat out some blood, and wiped more from
his face; "you know better than that at midday. We
wouldn't have touched you if you hadn't forced us. We're
going to take you round to the high road, anyhow, and
you'll find help enough against thieves there, if you want
it. — Wipe his face somebody; see how it's a trickling down
him!"
When his face was cleansed, Neville recognised in the
speaker, Joe, driver of the Cloisterham omnibus, whom he
had seen but once, and that on the day of his arrival.
"And what I recommend you for the present, is, don't
talk, Mr. Landless. You'll find a friend waiting for you,
at the high road — gone ahead by the other way when we
split into two parties — and you had much better say nothing
till you come up with him. Bring that stick along, some-
body else, and let's be moving! "
Utterly bewildered, Neville stared around him and said
not a word. Walking between his two conductors, who
held his arms in theirs, he went on, as in a dream, until
they came again into the high road, and into the midst of
a little group of people. The men who had turned back
were among the group; and its central figures were Mr.
Jasper and Mr. Crisparkle. Neville's conductors took him
up to the Minor Canon, and there released him, as an act
of deference to that gentleman.
" What is all this, sir? What is the matter? I feel as
if I had lost my senses ! " cried Neville, the group closing
in around him.
" Where is my nephew? " asked Mr. Jasper, wildly.
" Where is your nephew? " repeated Neville. " Why do
you ask me? "
" I ask you," retorted Jasper, "because you were the last
person in his company, and he is not to be found."
" Not to be found ! " cried Neville, aghast.
" Stay, stay," said Mr. Crisparkle. "Permit me, Jasper
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Mr. Neville, you are confounded; collect your thoughts; it
is of great importance that you should collect your thoughts;
attend to me."
" I will try, sir, but I seem mad. "
" You left Mr. Jasper last night with Edwin Drood? "
"Yes."
" At what hour? "
" Was it at twelve o'clock? " asked Neville, with his
hand to his confused head, and appealing to Jasper.
"Quite right," said Mr. Crisparkle; "the hour Mr. Jas-
per has already named to me. You went down to the river
together? "
"Undoubtedly. To see the action of the wind there."
" What followed? How long did you stay there? "
"About ten minutes; I should say not more. We then
walked together to your house, and he took leave of me at
the door."
" Did he say that he was going down to the river again? "
"No. Pie said that he was going straight back."
The bystanders looked at one another, and at Mr. Cris-
parkle. To whom Mr. Jasper, who had been intensely
watching Neville, said, in a low, distinct, suspicious voice :
"What are those stains upon his dress? "
All eyes were turned towards the blood upon his clothes.
" And here are the same stains upon this stick ! " said
Jasper, taking it from the hand of the man who held it.
" I know the stick to be his, and he carried it last night.
What does this mean? "
" In the name of God, say what it means, Neville ! "
urged Mr. Crisparkle.
"That man and I," said Neville, pointing out his late
adversary, "had a struggle for the stick just now, and
you may see the same marks on him, sir. What was I to
suppose, when I found myself molested by eight people?
Could I dream of the true reason when they would give me
none at all? "
They admitted that they had thought it discreet to be
silent, and that the struggle had taken place. And yet the
very men who had seen it looked darkly at the smears
which the bright cold air had already dried.
"We must return, Neville," said Mr. Crisparkle; "of
course you will be glad to come back to clear yourself? "
"Of course, sir."
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"Mr. Landless will walk at my side," the Minor Canon
continued, looking around him. "Come, Neville! "
They set forth on the walk back; and the others, with
one exception, straggled after them at various distances.
Jasper walked on the other side of Neville, and never
quitted that position. He was silent, while Mr. Crisparkle
more than once repeated his former questions, and while
Neville repeated his former answers; also, while they both
hazarded some explanatory conjectures. He was obstinately
silent, because Mr. Crisparkle 's manner directly appealed
to him to take some part in the discussion, and no appeal
would move his fixed face. When they drew near to the
city, and it was suggested by the Minor Canon that they
might do well in calling on the Mayor at once, he assented
with a stern nod ; but he spake no word until they stood in
Mr. Sapsea's parlour.
Mr. Sapsea being informed by Mr. Crisparkle of the cir-
cumstances under which they desired to make a voluntary
statement before him, Mr. Jasper broke silence by declar-
ing that he placed his whole reliance, humanly speaking,
on Mr. Sapsea's penetration. There was no conceivable
reason why his nephew should have suddenly absconded,
unless Mr. Sapsea could suggest one, and then he would
defer. There was no intelligible likelihood of his having
returned to the river, and been accidentally drowned in the
dark, unless it should appear likely to Mr. Sapsea, and
then again he would defer. He washed his hands as clean
as he could of all horrible suspicions, unless it should ap-
pear to Mr. Sapsea that some such were inseparable from
his last companion before his disappearance (not on good
terms with previously) and then, once more, he would
defer. His own state of mind, he being distracted with
doubts, and labouring under dismal apprehensions, was not
to be safely trusted; but Mr. Sapsea's was.
Mr. Sapsea expressed his opinion that the case had a
dark look; in short (and here his eyes rested full on Nev-
ille's countenance), an Un-English complexion. Having
made this grand point, he wandered into a denser haze and
maze of nonsense than even a mayor might have been ex-
pected to disport himself in, and came out of it with the
brilliant discovery that to take the life of a fellow-creature
was to take something that didn't belong to you. He wa-
vered whether or no he should at once issue his warrant for
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the committal of Neville Landless to gaol, under circum-
stances of grave suspicion; and he might have gone so far
as to do it but for the indignant protest of the Minor Canon :
who undertook for the young man's remaining in his own
house, and being produced by his own liands, whenever de-
manded. Mr. Jasper then understood Mr. Sapsea to sug-
gest that the river should be dragged, that its banks should
be rigidly examined, that particulars of the disappearance
should be sent to all outlying places and to London, and
that placards and advertisements should be widely circu-
lated imploring Edwin Drood, if for any unknown reason
he had withdrawn himself from his uncle's home and so-
ciety, to take pity on that loving kinsman's sore bereave-
ment and distress, and somehow inform him that he was
yet alive. Mr. Sapsea was perfectly understood, for this
was exactly his meaning (though he had said nothing about
it); and measures were taken towards all these ends
immediately.
It would be difficult to determine which was the more
oppressed with horror and amazement : Neville Landless,
or John Jasper. But that Jasper's position forced him to
be active, while Neville's forced him to be passive, there
would have been nothing to choose between them. Each
was bowed down and broken.
With the earliest light of the next morning, men were
at work upon the river, and other men — most of whom vol-
unteered for the service — were examining the banks. All
the livelong day the search went on; upon the river, with
barge and pole, and drag and net; upon the muddy and
rushy shore, with jack-boots, hatchet, spade, rope, dogs,
and all imaginable appliances. Even at night, the river
was specked with lanterns, and lurid with fires; far-off
creeks, into which the tide washed as it changed, had their
knots of watchers, listening to the lapping of the stream,
and looking out for any burden it might bear; remote
shingly causeways near the sea, and lonely points off which
there was a race of water, had their unwonted flaring cres-
sets and rough-coated figures when the next day dawned;
but no trace of Edwin Drood revisited the light of the sun.
All that day, again, the search went on. Now, in barge
and boat; and now ashore among the osiers, or tramping
amidst mud and stakes and jagged stones in low-lying
places, where solitary watermarks and signals of strange
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shapes showed like spectres, John Jasper worked and
toiled. But to no purpose; for still no trace of Edwin
Drood revisited the light of the sun.
Setting his watches for that night again, so that vigilant
eyes should be kept on every change of tide, he went home
exhausted. Unkempt and disordered, bedaubed with mud
that had dried upon him, and with much of his clothing
torn to rags, he had but just dropped into his easy chair,
when Mr. Grewgious stood before him.
" This is strange news," said Mr. Grewgious.
" Strange and fearful news."
Jasper had merely lifted up his heavy eyes to say it, and
now dropped them again as he drooped, worn out, over one
side of his easy-chair.
Mr. Grewgious smoothed his head and face, and stood
looking at the fire.
"How is your ward?" asked Jasper, after a time, in a
faint, fatigued voice.
"Poor little thing! You may imagine her condition."
" Have you seen his sister? " inquired Jasper, as before.
"Whose?"
The curtness of the counter-question, and the cool slow
manner in which, as he put it, Mr. Grewgious moved his
eyes from the fire to his companion's face, might at any
other time have been exasperating. In his depression and
exhaustion, Jasper merely opened his eyes to say : " The
suspected young man's."
"Do you suspect him? " asked Mr. Grewgious.
"I don't know what to think. I cannot make up my
mind."
"Nor I," said Mr. Grewgious. "But as you spoke of
him as the suspected young man, I thought you had made
up your mind. — I have just left Miss Landless."
" What is her state? "
" Defiance of all suspicion, and unbounded faith in her
brother."
"Poor thing!"
"However," pursued Mr. Grewgious, "it is not of her
that I came to speak. It is of my ward. I have a com-
munication to make that will surprise you. At least, it
has surprised me."
Jasper, with a groaning sigh, turned wearily in his
chair.
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" Shall I put it off till to-morrow? " said Mr. Grewgious.
" Mind, I warn you, that I think it will surprise you ! "
More attention and concentration came into John Jas-
per's eyes as they caught sight of Mr. Grewgious smooth-
ing his head again, and again looking at the fire; but now,
with a compressed and determined mouth.
" What is it? " demanded Jasper, becoming upright in
his chair.
"To be sure," said Mr. Grewgious, provokingly slowly
and internally, as he kept his eyes on the fire : " I might
have known it sooner; she gave me the opening; but I am
such an exceedingly Angular man, that it never occurred
to me; I took all for granted."
" What is it? " demanded Jasper once more.
Mr. Grewgious, alternately opening and shutting the
palms of his hands as he warmed them at the fire, and
looking fixedly at him sideways, and never changing either
his action or his look in all that followed, went on to
reply.
" This young couple, the lost youth and Miss Rosa, my
ward, though so long betrothed, and so long recognising
their betrothal, and so near being married — "
Mr. Grewgious saw a staring white face, and two quiv-
ering white lips, in the easy chair, and saw two muddy
hands gripping its sides. But for the hands, he might have
thought he had never seen the face.
" — This young couple came gradually to the discovery
(made on both sides pretty equally, I think), that they
would be happier and better, both in their present and their
future lives, as affectionate friends, or say rather as brother
and sister, than as husband and wife."
Mr. Grewgious saw a lead-coloured face in the easy chair,
and on its surface dreadful starting drops or bubbles, as if
of steel.
" This young couple formed at length the -healthy reso-
lution of interchanging their discoveries, openly, sensibly,
and tenderly. They met for that purpose. After some in-
nocent and generous talk, they agreed to dissolve their ex-
isting, and their intended, relations, for ever and ever."
Mr. Grewgious saw a ghastly figure rise, open-mouthed,
from the easy chair, and lift its outspread hands towards
its head.
" One of this young couple, and that one your nephew,
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fearful, however, that in the tenderness of your affection
for him you would be bitterly disappointed by so wide a
departure from his projected life, forbore to tell you the
secret, for a few days, and left it to be disclosed by me,
when I should come down to speak to you, and he would
be gone. I speak to you, and he is gone."
Mr. Grewgious saw the ghastly figure throw back its
head, clutch its hair with its hands, and turn with a writh-
ing action from him.
" I have now said all I have to say : except that this
young couple parted, firmly, though not without tears and
sorrow, on the evening when you last saw them together."
Mr. Grewgious heard a terrible shriek, and saw no
ghastly figure, sitting or standing; -saw nothing but a heap
of torn and miry clothes upon the floor.
Not changing his action even then, he opened and shut
the palms of his hands as he warmed them, and looked
down at it.
CHAPTER XVI.
DEVOTED.
WHEN John Jasper recovered from his fit or swoon, he
found himself being tended by Mr. and Mrs. Tope, whom
his visitor had summoned for the purpose. His visitor,
wooden of aspect, sat stiffly in a chair, with his hands upon
his knees, watching his recovery.
"There! You've come to nicely now, sir," said the tear-
ful Mrs. Tope; "you were thoroughly worn out, and no
wonder ! "
"A man," said Mr. Grewgious, with his usual air of re-
peating a lesson, "cannot have his rest broken, and his
mind cruelly tormented, and his body overtaxed by fatigue,
without being thoroughly worn out."
" I fear I have alarmed you? " Jasper apologised faintly,
when he was helped into his easy chair.
"Not at all, I thank you," answered Mr. Grewgious.
" You are too considerate."
"Not at all, I thank you," answered Grewgious again.
"You must take some wine, sir," said Mrs. Tope, "and
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the jelly that I had ready for you, and that you wouldn't
put your lips to at noon, though I warned you what would
come of it, you know, and you not breakfasted; and you
must have a wing of the roast fowl that has been put back
twenty times if it's been put back once. It shall all be on
table in five minutes, and this good gentleman belike will
stop and see you take it."
This good gentleman replied with a snort, which might
mean yes, or no, or anything or nothing, and which Mrs.
Tope would have found highly mystifying, but that her at-
tention was divided by the service of the table.
" You will take something with me? " said Jasper, as the
cloth was laid.
" I couldn't get a morsel down my throat, I thank you,"
answered Mr. Grewgious.
Jasper both ate and drank almost voraciously. Com-
bined with the hurry in his mode of doing it, was an evi-
dent indifference to the taste of what he took, suggesting
that he ate and drank to fortify himself against any other
failure of the spirits, far more than to gratify his palate.
Mr. Grewgious in the meantime sat upright, with no ex-
pression in his face, and a hard kind of imperturbably po-
lite protest all over him : as though he would have said, in
reply to some invitation to discourse : "I couldn't originate
the faintest approach to an observation on any subject
whatever, I thank you."
"Do you know," said Jasper, when he had pushed away
his plate and glass, and had sat meditating for a few min-
utes: "do you know that I find some crumbs of comfort in
the communication with which you have so much amazed
me?"
" Do you? " returned Mr. Grewgious; pretty plainly add-
ing the unspoken clause : " I don't, I thank you! "
" After recovering from the shock of a piece of news of
my dear boy, so entirely unexpected, and so destructive
of all the castles I had built for him ; and after having had
time to think of it; yes."
"I shall be glad to pick up your crumbs," said Mr.
Grewgious, dryly.
" Is there not, or is there — if I deceive myself, tell me
so, and shorten my pain — is there not, or is there, hope
that, finding himself in this new position, and becoming
sensitively alive to the awkward burden of explanation, in
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tli!.; quarter, and that, and the other, with which it would
1 i id him, he avoided the awkwardness, and took to flight? "
" Such a thing might be," said Mr. Grewgious, ponder-
ing.
" Such a thing has been. I have read of cases in which
people, rather than face a seven days' wonder, and have to
account for themselves to the idle and impertinent, have
taken themselves away, and been long unheard of."
"I believe such things have happened," said Mr. Grew-
gious, pondering still.
"When I had, and could have, no suspicion," pursued
Jasper, eagerly following the new track, "that the dear
lost boy had withheld anything from me — most of all, such
a leading matter as this — what gleam of light was there for
me in the whole black sky? When I supposed that his
intended wife was here, and his marriage close at hand,
how could I entertain the possibility of his voluntarily leav-
ing this place, in a manner that would be so unaccountable,
capricious, and cruel? But now that I know what you have
told me, is there no little chink through which day pierces?
Supposing him to have disappeared of his own act, is not
his disappearance more accountable and less cruel? The
fact of his having just parted from your ward, is in itself
a sort of reason for his going away. It does not make his
mysterious departure the less cruel to me, it is true; but it
relieves it of cruelty to her."
Mr. Grewgious could not but assent to this.
"And even as to me," continued Jasper, still pursuing
the new track, with ardour, and, as he did so, brightening
with hope: "he knew that you were coming to me; he
knew that you were intrusted to tell me what you have told
me; if your doing so has awakened a new train of thought
in my perplexed mind, it reasonably follows that, from the
same premises, he might have foreseen the inferences that
I should draw. Grant that he did foresee them; and even
the cruelty to me — and who am I! — John Jasper, Music
Master, vanishes ! " —
Once more, Mr. Grewgious could not but assent to this.
" I have had my distrusts, and terrible distrusts they
have been," said Jasper; " but your disclosure, overpower-
ing as it was at first — showing me that my own dear boy
had had a great disappointing reservation from me, who so
fondly loved him, kindles hope within me. You do not
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extinguish it when I state it, but admit it to be a reason-
able hope. I begin to believe it possible : " here he clasped
his hands : " that he may have disappeared from among us
of his own accord, and that he may yet be alive and well."
Mr. Crisparkle came in at the moment. To whom Mr.
Jasper repeated :
" I begin to believe it possible that he may have disap-
peared of his own accord, and may yet be alive and well."
Mr. Crisparkle taking a seat, and inquiring : " Why so? "
Mr. Jasper repeated the arguments he had just set forth.
If they had been less plausible than they were, the good
Minor Canon's mind would have been in a state of prepara-
tion to receive them, as exculpatory of his unfortunate pu-
pil. But he, too, did really attach great importance to the
lost young man's having been, so immediately before his
disappearance, placed in a new and embarrassing relation
towards every one acquainted with his projects and affairs;
and the fact seemed to him to present the question in a
new light.
"I stated to Mr. Sapsea, when we waited on him," said
Jasper : as he really had done : " that there was no quarrel
or difference between the two young men at their last meet-
ing. We all know that their first meeting was unfortu-
nately very far from amicable; but all went smoothly and
quietly when they were last together at my house. My
dear boy was not in his usual spirits; he was depressed — I
noticed that — and I am bound henceforth to dwell upon the
circumstance the more, now that I know there was a special
reason for his being depressed : a reason, moreover, which
may possibly have induced him to absent himself."
" I pray to Heaven it may turn out so ! " exclaimed Mr.
Crisparkle.
" / pray to Heaven it may turn out so ! " repeated Jasper.
" You know — and Mr. Grewgious should now know likewise
— that I took a great prepossession against Mr. Neville
Landless, arising out of his furious conduct on that first
occasion. You know that I came to you, extremely appre-
hensive, on my dear boy's behalf, of his mad violence.
You know that I even entered in my Diary, and showed
the entry to you, that I had dark forebodings against him.
Mr. Grewgious ought to be possessed of the whole case.
He shall not, through any suppression of mine, be informed
of a part of it, and kept in ignorance of another part of it
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I wish him to be good enough to understand that the com-
munication he has made to me has hopefully influenced my
mind, in spite of its having been, before this mysterious
occurrence took place, profoundly impressed against young
Landless."
This fairness troubled the Minor Canon much. He felt
that he was not as open in his own dealing. He charged
against himself reproachfully that he had suppressed, so
far, the two points of a second strong outbreak of temper
against Edwin Drood on the part of Neville, and of the
passion of jealousy having, to his own certain knowledge,
flamed up in Neville's breast against him. He was con-
vinced of Neville's innocence of any part in the ugly disap-
pearance; and yet so many little circumstances combined
so wofully against him, that he dreaded to add two more
to their cumulative weight. He was among the truest of
men; but he had been balancing in his mind, much to its
distress, whether his volunteering to tell these two frag-
ments of truth, at this time, would not be tantamount to a
piecing together of falsehood in the place of truth.
However, here was a model before him. He hesitated
no longer. Addressing Mr. Grewgious, as one placed in
authority by the revelation he had brought to bear on the
mystery (and surpassingly Angular Mr. Grewgious became
when he found himself in that unexpected position), Mr.
Crisparkle bore his testimony to Mr. Jasper's strict sense
of justice, and, expressing his absolute confidence in the
complete clearance of his pupil from the least taint of sus-
picion, sooner or later, avowed that his confidence in that
young gentleman had been formed, in spite of his confiden-
tial knowledge that his temper was of the hottest and
fiercest, and that it was directly incensed against Mr. Jas-
per's nephew, by the circumstance of his romantically sup-
posing himself to be enamoured of the same young lady.
The sanguine reaction manifest in Mr. Jasper was proof
even against this unlooked-for declaration. It turned him
paler; but he repeated that he would cling to the hope he
had derived from Mr. Grewgious; and that if no trace of
his dear boy were found, leading to the dreadful inference
that he had been made away with, he would cherish unto
the last stretch of possibility the idea, that he might have
absconded of his own wild will.
Now, it fell out that Mr. Crisparkle, going away from
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this conference still very uneasy in his mind, and very
much troubled on behalf of the young man whom he held
as a kind of prisoner in his own house, took a memorable
night walk.
He walked to Cloisterham Weir.
He often did so, and consequently there was nothing re-
markable in his footsteps tending that way. But the pre-
occupation of his mind so hindered him from planning any
walk, or taking any heed of the objects he passed, that his
first consciousness of being near the Weir, was derived
from the sound of the falling water close at hand.
" How did I come here ! " was his first thought, as he
stopped.
" Why did I come here ! " was his second.
Then, he stood intently listening to the water. A fa-
miliar passage in his reading, about airy tongues that sylla-
ble men's names, rose so unbidden to his ear, that he put
it from him with his hand, as if it were tangible.
It was starlight. The Weir was full two miles above the
spot to which the young men had repaired to watch the
storm. No search had been made up here, for the tide had
been running strongly down, at that time of the night of
Christmas Eve, and the likeliest places for the discovery
of a body, if a fatal accident had happened under such cir-
cumstances, all lay — both when the tide ebbed, and when
it flowed again — between that spot and the sea. The water
came over the Weir, with its usual sound on a cold star-
light night, and little could be seen of it; yet Mr. Crispar-
kle had a strange idea that something unusual hung about
the place.
He reasoned with himself: What was it? Where was
it? Put it to the proof. Which sense did it address?
No sense reported anything unusual there. He listened
again, and his sense of hearing again checked the water
coming over the Weir, with its usual sound on a cold star-
light night.
Knowing very well that the mystery with which his
mind was occupied, might of itself give the place this
haunted air, he strained those hawk's eyes of his for the
correction of his sight. He got closer to the Weir, and
peered at its well-known posts and timbers. Nothing in
the least unusual was remotely shadowed forth. But he
resolved that he would come back early in the morning.
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The Weir ran through his broken sleep, all night, and he
was back again at sunrise. It was a bright frosty morning.
The whole composition before him, when he stood where
he had stood last night, was clearly discernible in its mi-
nutest details. He had surveyed it closely for some minutes,
and was about to withdraw his eyes, when they were at-
tracted keenly to one spot.
He turned his back upon the Weir, and looked far away
at the sky, and at the earth, and then looked again at that
one spot. It caught his sight again immediately, and he
concentrated his vision upon it. He could not lose it now,
though it was but such a speck in the landscape. It fas-
cinated his sight. His hands began plucking off his coat.
For it struck him that at that spot — a corner of the Weir
— something glistened, which did not move and come over
with the glistening water-drops, but remained stationary.
He assured himself of this, he threw off his clothes, he
plunged into the icy water, and swam for the spot. Climb-
ing the timbers, he took from them, caught among their in-
terstices by its chain, a gold watch, bearing engraved upon
its back E. D.
He brought the watch to the bank, swam to the Weir
again, climbed it, and dived off. He knew every hole and
corner of all the depths, and dived and dived and dived,
until he could bear the cold no more. His notion was, that
he would find the body; he only found a shirt-pin sticking
in some mud and ooze.
With these discoveries he returned to Cloisterham, and,
taking Neville Landless with him, went straight to the
Mayor. Mr. Jasper was sent for, the watch and shirt-pin
were identified, Neville was detained, and the wildest
frenzy and fatuity of evil report rose against him. He was
of that vindictive and violent nature, that but for his poor
sister, who alone had influence over him, and out of whose
sight he was never to be trusted, he would be in the daily
commission of murder. Before coining to England he had
caused to be whipped to death sundry "Natives " — nomadic
persons, encamping now in Asia, now in Africa, now in the
West Indies, and now at the North Pole — vaguely supposed
in Cloisterham to be always black, always of great virtue,
always calling themselves Me, and everybody else Massa
or Missie (according to sex), and always reading tracts of
the obscurest meaning, in broken English, but always accu-
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rately understanding them in the purest mother tongue.
He had nearly brought Mrs. Crisparkle's grey hairs with
sorrow to the grave. (Those original expressions were Mr.
Sapsea's.) He had repeatedly said he would have Mr.
Crisparkle's life. He had repeatedly said he would have
everybody's life, and become in effect the last man. He
had been brought down to Cloisterham, from London, by
an eminent Philanthropist, and why? Because that Phi-
lanthropist had expressly declared : " I owe it to my fellow-
creatures that he should be, in the words of BENTHAM,
where he is the cause of the greatest danger to the smallest
number."
These dropping shots from the blunderbusses of blunder-
headedness might not have hit him in a vital place. But
he had to stand against a trained and well-directed fire of
arms of precision too. He had notoriously threatened the
lost young man, and had, according 'to the showing of his
own faithful friend and tutor who strove so hard for him,
a cause of bitter animosity (created by himself, and stated
by himself), against that ill-starred fellow. He had armed
himself with an offensive weapon for the fatal night, and
he had gone off early in the morning, after making prepa-
rations for departure. He had been found with traces of
blood on him; truly, they might have been wholly caused
as he represented, but they might not, also. On a search-
warrant being issued for the examination of his room,
clothes, and so forth, it was discovered that he had de-
stroyed all his papers, and rearranged all his possessions,
on the very afternoon of the disappearance. The watch
found at the Weir was challenged by the jeweller as one he
had wound and set for Edwin Drood, at twenty minutes
past two on that same afternoon; and it had run down, be-
fore being cast into the water; and it was the jeweller's
positive opinion that it had never been rewound. This
would justify the hypothesis that the watch was taken
from him not long after he left Mr. Jasper's house at mid-
night, in company with the last person seen with him, and
that it had been thrown away after being retained some
hours. Why thrown away? If he had been murdered, and
so artfully disfigured, or concealed, or both, as that the
murderer hoped identification to be impossible, except from
something that he wore, assuredly the murderer would seek
to remove from the body the most lasting, the best known,
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and the most easily recognisable, things upon it. Those
things would be the watch and shirt-pin. As to his oppor-
tunities of casting them into the river; if he were the ob-
ject of these suspicions, they were easy. For, he had been
seen by many persons, wandering about on that side of the
city — indeed on all sides of it — in a miserable and seem-
ingly half-distracted manner. As to the choice of the spot,
obviously such criminating evidence had better take its
chance of being found anywhere, rather than upon himself,
or in his possession. Concerning the reconciliatory nature
of the appointed meeting between the two young men, very
little could be made of that in young Landless' s favour;
for it distinctly appeared that the meeting originated, not
with him, but with Mr. Ciisparkle, and that it had been
urged on by Mr. Crisparkle; and who could say how un-
willingly, or in what ill-conditioned mood, his enforced
pupil had gone to it? The more his case was looked into,
the weaker it became in every point. Even the broad sug-
gestion that the lost young man had absconded, was ren-
dered additionally improbable on the showing of the young
lady from whom he had so lately parted; for, what did she
say, with great earnestness and sorrow, when interrogated?
That he had, expressly and enthusiastically, planned with
her, that he would await the arrival of her guardian, Mr.
Grewgious. And yet, be it observed, he disappeared be-
fore that gentleman appeared.
On the suspicions thus urged and supported, Neville was
detained, and redetained, and the search was pressed on
every hand, and Jasper laboured night and day. But
nothing more was found. No discovery being made, which
proved the lost man to be dead, it at length became neces-
sary to release the person suspected of having made away
with him. Neville was set at large. Then, a consequence
ensued which Mr. Crisparkle had too well foreseen. Nev-
ille must leave the place, for the place shunned him and
cast him out. Even had it not been so, the dear old china
shepherdess would have worried herself to death with fears
for her son, and with general trepidation occasioned by their
having such an inmate. Even had that not] been so, the
authority to which the Minor Canon deferred officially,
would have settled the point.
"Mr. Crisparkle," quoth the Dean, "human justice may
err, but it must act according to its lights. The days of
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taking sanctuary are past. This young man must not take
sanctuary with us."
" You mean that he must leave my house, sir? "
"Mr. Crisparkle," returned the prudent Dean, "I claim
no authority in your house. I merely confer with you, on
the painful necessity you find yourself under, of depriving
this young man of the great advantages of your counsel and
instruction."
"It is very lamentable, sir," Mr. Crisparkle represented.
" Very much so," the Dean assented.
" And if it be a necessity — " Mr. Crisparkle faltered.
"As you unfortunately find it to be," returned the Dean.
Mr. Crisparkle bowed submissively : " It is hard to pre-
judge his case, sir, but I am sensible that — "
"Just so. Perfectly. As you say, Mr. Crisparkle," in-
terposed the Dean, nodding his head smoothly, " there is
nothing else to be done. No doubt, no doubt. There is no
alternative, as your good sense has discovered."
" I am entirely satisfied of his perfect innocence, sir,
nevertheless.''
" We-e-ell ! " said the Dean, in a more confidential tone,
and slightly glancing around him, " I would not say so,
generally. Not generally. Enough of suspicion attaches
to him to — no, I think I would not say so, generally."
Mr. Crisparkle bowed again.
"It does not become us, perhaps," pursued the Dean,
"to be partisans. Not partisans. We clergy keep our
hearts warm and our heads cool, and we hold a judicious
middle course."
" I hope you do not object, sir, to my having stated in
public, emphatically, that he will reappear here, whenever
any new suspicion may be awakened, or any new circum-
stance may come to light in this extraordinary matter? "
"Not at all," returned the Dean. "And yet, do you
know, I don't think," with a very nice and neat emphasis
on those two words: "I don't think I would state it,
emphatically. State it? Ye-e-es! But emphatically?
No-o-o. I think not. In point of fact, Mr. Crisparkle,
keeping our hearts warm and our heads cool, we clergy
need do nothing emphatically."
So Minor Canon Row knew Neville Landless no more;
and he went whithersoever he would, or could, with a
blight upon his name and fame-
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It was not until then that John Jasper silently resumed
his place in the choir. Haggard and red-eyed, his hopes
plainly had deserted him, his sanguine mood was gone, and
all his worst misgivings had come back. A day or two
afterwards, while unrobing, he took his Diary from a pocket
of his coat, turned the leaves, and with an impressive look,
and without one spoken word, handed this entry to Mr.
Crisparkle to read :
" My dear boy is murdered. The discovery of the watch
and shirt-pin convinces me that he was murdered that
night, and that his jewellery was taken from him to pre-
vent identification by its means. All the delusive hopes I
had founded on his separation from his betrothed wife,
I give to the winds. They perish before this fatal discovery.
I now swear, and record the oath on this page, That I
nevermore will discuss this mystery with any human
creature until I hold the clue to it in my hand. That I
never will relax in my secrecy or in my search. That
I will fasten the crime of the murder of my dear dead boy
upon the murderer. And, That I devote myself to his de-
struction."
CHAPTEE XVII.
PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFES-
SIONAL.
FULL half a year had come and gone, and Mr. Crisparkle
sat in a waiting-room in the London chief offices of the
Haven of Philanthropy, until he could have audience of
Mr. Honeythunder.
In his college days of athletic exercises, Mr. Crisparkle
had known professors of the Noble Art of fisticuffs, and
had attended two or three of their gloved gatherings. He
had now an opportunity of observing that as to the phren-
ological formation of the backs of their heads, the Profess-
ing Philanthropists were uncommonly like the Pugilists.
In the development of all those organs which constitute, or
attend, a propensity to " pitch into " your fellow-creatures,
the Philanthropists were remarkably favoured. There
were several Professors passing in and out, with exactly
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the aggressive air upon them of being ready for a turn-up
with any Novice who might happen to be 011 hand, that
Mr. Crisparkle well remembered in the circles of the Fancy.
Preparations were in progress for a moral little Mill some-
where on the rural circuit, and other Professors were back-
ing this or that Heavy- Weight as good for such or such
speech-making hits, so very much after the manner of the
sporting publicans, that the intended Kesolutions might
have been Rounds. In an official manager of these displays
much celebrated for his platform tactics, Mr. Crisparkle
recognised (in a suit of black) the counterpart of a deceased
benefactor of his species, an eminent public character, once
known to fame as Frosty-faced Fogo, who in days of yore
superintended the formation of the magic circle with the
ropes and stakes. There were only three conditions of re-
semblance wanting between these Professors and those.
Firstly, the Philanthropists were in very bad training:
much too fleshy, and presenting, both in face and figure, a
superabundance oL what is known to Pugilistic Experts as
Suet Pudding. Secondly, the Philanthropists had not the
good temper of the Pugilists, and used worse language.
Thirdly, their fighting code stood in great need of revision,
as empowering them not only to bore their man to the
ropes, but to bore him to the confines of distraction; also
to hit him when he was down, hit him anywhere and any-
how, kick him, stamp upon him, gouge him, and maul him
behind his back without mercy. In these last particulars
the Professors of the Noble Art were much nobler than the
Professors of Philanthropy.
Mr. Crisparkle was so completely lost in musing on these
similarities and dissimilarities, at the same time watching
the crowd which came and went by, always, as it seemed, on
errands of antagonistically snatching something from some-
body, and never giving anything to anybody, that his name
was called before he heard it. On his at length respond-
ing, he was shown by a miserably shabby and underpaid
stipendiary Philanthropist (who could hardly have done
worse if he had taken service with a declared enemy of the
human race) to Mr. Honeythunder's room.
" Sir," said Mr. Honey thunder, in his tremendous voice,
like a schoolmaster issuing orders to a boy of whom he had
a bad opinion, "sit down."
Mr. Crisparkle seated himself.
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Mr. Honeythunder having signed the remaining few score
of a few thousand circulars, calling upon a corresponding
number of families without means to come forward, stump
up instantly, and be Philanthropists, or go to the Devil,
another shabby stipendiary Philanthropist (highly disinter-
ested, if in earnest) gathered these into a basket and walked
off with them.
"Now, Mr. Crisparkle," said Mr. Honeythunder, turn-
ing his chair half round towards him when they were alone,
and squaring his arms with his hands on his knees, and his
brows knitted, as if he added, I am going to make short
work of you : " Now, Mr. Crisparkle, we entertain different
views, you and I, sir, of the sanctity of human life."
" Do we? " returned the Minor Canon.
"We do, sir."
"Might I ask you," said the Minor Canon: "what are
your views on that subject? "
"That human life is a thing to be held sacred, sir."
" Might I ask you," pursued the Minor Canon as before:
" what you suppose to be my views on that subject? "
" By George, sir ! " returned the Philanthropist, squaring
his arms still more, as he frowned on Mr. Crisparkle:
"they are best known to yourself."
" Readily admitted. But you began by saying that we
took different views, you know. Therefore (or you could
not say so) you must have set up some views as mine.
Pray, what views have you set up as mine? "
" Here is a man — and a young man," said Mr. Honey-
thunder, as ic that made the matter infinitely worse, and
he could have easily borne the loss of an old one, " swept off
the face of the earth by a deed of violence. What do you
call that? "
"Murder," said the Minor Canon.
" What do you call the doer of that deed, sir? "
" A murderer," said the Minor Canon.
"I am glad to hear you admit so much, sir," retorted
Mr. Honeythunder, in his most offensive manner; "and I
candidly tell you that I didn't expect it." Here he low-
ered heavily at Mr. Crisparkle again.
" Be so good as to explain what you mean by those very
unjustifiable expressions."
"I don't sit here, sir," returned the Philanthropist, rais-
ing his voice to a roar, " to be browbeaten. "
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" As the only other person present, no one can possibly
know that better than I do," returned the Minor Canon
very quietly. "But I interrupt your explanation."
" Murder ! " proceeded Mr. Honeythunder, in a kind of
boisterous reverie, with his platform folding of his arms,
and his platform nod of abhorrent reflection after oach
short sentiment of a word. "Bloodshed! Abel! Cain! I
hold no terms with Cain. I repudiate with a shudder the
red hand when it is offered me."
Instead of instantly leaping into his chair and cheering
himself hoarse, as the Brotherhood in public meeting as-
sembled would infallibly have done on this cue, Mr. Cris-
parkle merely reversed the quiet crossing of his legs, and
said mildly : " Don't let me interrupt your explanation —
when you begin it."
" The Commandments say, no murder. NO murder, sir ! "
proceeded Mr. Honeythunder, platformally pausing as if he
took Mr. Crisparkle to task for having distinctly asserted that
they said : You may do a little murder, and then leave off.
"And they also say, you shall bear no false witness,"
observed Mr. Crisparkle.
" Enough ! " bellowed Mr. Honeythunder, with a solem-
nity and severity that would have brought the house down
at a meeting, " E — e — nough ! My late wards being now
of age, and I being released from a trust which I cannot
contemplate without a thrill of horror, there are the accounts
which you have undertaken to accept on their behalf, and
there is a statement of the balance which you have under-
taken to receive, and which you cannot receive too soon.
And let me tell you, sir, I wish that, as a man and a Minor
Canon, you were better employed," with a nod. "Better
employed," with another nod. "Bet — ter em — ployed!"
with another and the three nods added up.
Mr. Crisparkle rose; a little heated in the face, but with
perfect command of himself.
"Mr. Honeythunder," he said, taking up the papers re-
ferred to : " my being better or worse employed than I am
at present is a matter of taste and opinion. You might
think me better employed in enrolling myself a member of
your Society."
"Ay, indeed, sir!" retorted Mr. Honeythunder, shaking
his head in a threatening manner. " It would have been
better for you if you had done that long ago ! "
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"I think otherwise."
"Or," said Mr. Honey thunder, shaking his head again,
" I might think one of your profession better employed in
devoting himself to the discovery and punishment of guilt
than in leaving that duty to be undertaken by a layman."
" I may regard my profession from a point of view which
teaches me that its first duty is towards those who are in
necessity and tribulation, who are desolate and oppressed,"
said Mr. Crisparkle. "However, as I have quite clearly
satisfied myself that it is no part of my profession to make
professions, I say no more of that. But I owe it to Mr.
Neville, and to Mr. Neville's sister (and in a much lower
degree to myself), to say to you that I know I was in the
full possession and understanding of Mr. Neville's mind
and heart at the time of this occurrence; and that, without
in the least colouring or concealing what was to be deplored
in him and required to be corrected, I feel certain that his
tale is true. Feeling that certainty, I befriend him. As
long as that certainty shall last, I will befriend him. And
if any consideration could shake me in this resolve, I should
be so ashamed of myself for my meanness, that no man's
good opinion — no, nor no woman's — so gained, could com-
pensate me for the loss of my own."
Good fellow ! manly fellow ! And he was so modest,
too. There was no more self-assertion in the Minor Canon
than in the schoolboy who had stood in the breezy play-
ing-fields keeping a wicket. He was simply and staunchly
true to his duty alike in the large case and in the small.
So all true souls ever are. So every true soul ever was,
ever is, and ever will be. There is nothing little to the
really great in spirit.
"Then who do you make out did the deed? " asked Mr.
Honeythunder, turning on him abruptly.
"Heaven forbid," said Mr. Crisparkle, "that in my de-
sire to clear one man I should lightly criminate another ! I
accuse no one."
"Tcha!" ejaculated Mr. Honeythunder with great dis-
gust; for this was by no means the principle on which the
Philanthropic Brotherhood usually proceeded. " And, sir,
you are not a disinterested witness, we must bear in
mind."
" How am I an interested one? " inquired Mr. Crisparkle,
smiling innocently, at a loss to imagine.
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" There was a certain stipend, sir, paid to you for your
pupil, which may have warped your judgment a bit," said
Mr. Honeythunder, coarsely.
"Perhaps I expect to retain it still? " Mr. Crisparkle re-
turned, enlightened; " do you mean that too? "
"Well, sir," returned the professional Philanthropist,
getting up and thrusting his hands down into his trousers-
pockets, "I don't go about measuring people for caps. If
people find I have any about me that fit 'em, they can put
'em on and wear 'em if they like. That's their look out:
not mine."
Mr. Crisparkle eyed him with a just indignation, and
took him to task thus :
" Mr. Honeythunder, I hoped when I came in here that
I might be under no necessity of commenting on the intro-
duction of platform manners or platform manoeuvres among
the decent forbearances of private life. But you have given
me such a specimen of both, that I should be a fit subject
for both if I remained silent respecting them. They are
detestable."
"They don't suit you, I dare say, sir."
"They are," repeated Mr. Crisparkle, without noticing
the interruption, "detestable. They violate equally the
justice that should belong to Christians, and the restraints
that should belong to gentlemen. You assume a great
crime to have been committed by one whom I, acquainted
with the attendant circumstances, and having numerous
reasons on my side, devoutly believe to be innocent of it.
Because I differ from you on that vital point, what is your
platform resource? Instantly to turn upon me, charging
that I have no sense of the enormity of the crime itself,
but am its aider and abettor ! So, another time — taking
me as representing your opponent in other cases — you set
up a platform credulity; a moved and seconded and carried -
unanimously profession of faith in some ridiculous delu-
sion or mischievous imposition. I decline to believe it, and
you fall back upon your platform resource of proclaiming
that I believe nothing; that because I will not bow down
to a false God of your making, I deny the true God ! An-
other time you make the platform discovery that War is a
calamity, and you propose to abolish it by a string of
twisted resolutions tossed into the air like the tail of a kite.
I do not admit the discovery to be yours in the least, and
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I have not a grain of faith in your remedy. Again, your
platform resource of representing me as revelling in the
horrors of a battle-field like a fiend incarnate ! Another
time, in another of your undiscriminating platform rushes,
you would punish the sober for the drunken. I claim
consideration for the comfort, convenience, and refresh-
ment of the sober; and you presently make platform proc-
lamation that I have a depraved desire to turn Heaven's
creatures into swine and wild beasts ! In all such cases
your movers, and your seconders, and your supporters —
your regular Professors of all degrees, run amuck like so
many mad Malays; habitually attributing the lowest and
basest motives with the utmost recklessness (let me call
your attention to a recent instance in yourself for which
you should blush), and quoting figures which you know to
be as wilfully onesided as a statement of any complicated
account that should be all Creditor side and no Debtor,
or all Debtor side and no Creditor. Therefore it is, Mr.
Honeythunder, that I consider the platform a sufficiently
bad example and a sufficiently bad school, even in public
life; but hold that, carried into private life, it becomes an
unendurable nuisance."
" These are strong words, sir ! " exclaimed the Philan-
thropist.
"I hope so," said Mr. Crisparkle. "Good morning."
He walked out of the Haven at a great rate, but soon fell
into his regular brisk pace, and soon had a smile upon his
face as he went along, wondering what the china shep-
herdess would have said if she had seen him pounding Mr.
Honeythunder in the late little lively affair. For Mr.
Crisparkle had just enough of harmless vanity to hope that
he had hit hard, and to glow with the belief that he had
trimmed the Philanthropic jacket pretty handsomely.
He took himself to Staple Inn, but not to P. J. T. and
Mr. Grewgious. Full many a creaking stair he climbed
before he reached some attic rooms in a corner, turned the
latch of their unbolted door, and stood beside the table of
Neville Landless.
An air of retreat and solitude hung about the rooms and
about their inhabitant. He was much worn, and so were
they. Their sloping ceilings, cumbrous rusty locks and
grates, and heavy wooden bins and beams, slowly moulder-
ing withal, had a prisonous look, and he had the haggard
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face of a prisoner. Yet the sunlight shone in at the ugly
garret window, which had a penthouse to itself thrust out
among the tiles; and on the cracked and smoke-blackened
parapet beyond, some of the deluded sparrows of the place
rheumatically hopped, like little feathered cripples who had
left their crutches in their nests ; and there was a play of
living leaves at hand that changed the air, and made an
imperfect sort of music in it that would have been melody
in the country.
The rooms were sparely furnished, but with good store of
books. Everything expressed the abode of a poor student.
That Mr. Crisparkle had been either chooser, lender, or
donor of the books, or that he combined the three charac-
ters, might have been easily seen in the friendly beam of
his eyes upon them as he entered.
" How goes it, Neville? "
" I am in good heart, Mr. Crisparkle, and working away."
" I wish your eyes were not quite so large and not quite
so bright," said the Minor Canon, slowly releasing the hand
he had taken in his.
"They brighten at the sight of you," returned Neville.
" If you were to fall away from me, they would soon be
dull enough."
" Rally, rally ! " urged the other, in a stimulating tone.
"Fight for it, Neville!"
" If I were dying, I feel as if a word from you would
rally me; if my pulse had stopped, I feel as if your touch
would make it beat again," said Neville. "But I have
rallied, and am doing famously."
Mr. Crisparkle turned him with his face a little more
towards the light.
"I want to see a ruddier touch here, Neville, "l»he said,
indicating his own healthy cheek by way of pattern. " I
want more sun to shine upon you."
Neville drooped suddenly, as he replied in a lowered
voice : " I am not hardy enough for that, yet. I may be-
come so, but I cannot bear it yet. If you had gone through
those Cloisterham streets as I did; if you had seen, as I
did, those averted eyes, and the better sort of people si-
lently giving me too much room to pass, that I might not
touch them or come near them, you wouldn't think it quite
unreasonable that I cannot go about in the daylight."
" My poor fellow ! " said the Minor Canon, in a tone so
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purely sympathetic that the young man caught his hand,
" I never said it was unreasonable; never thought so. But
I should like you to do it."
" And that would give me the strongest motive to do it.
But I cannot yet. I cannot persuade myself that the eyes
of even the stream of strangers I pass in this vast city look
at me without suspicion. I feel marked and tainted, even
when I go out — as I do only — at night. But the darkness
covers me then, and I take courage from it."
Mr. Crisparkle laid a hand upon his shoulder, and stood
looking down at him.
"If I could have changed my name," said Neville, "I
would have done so. But as you wisely pointed out to me,
I can't do that, for it would look like guilt. If I could
have gone to some distant place, I might have found relief
in that, but the thing is not to be thought of, for the same
reason. Hiding and escaping would be the construction in
either case. It seems a little hard to be so tied to a stake,
and innocent; but I don't complain."
"And you must expect no miracle to help you, Neville,"
said Mr. Crisparkle, compassionately.
"No, sir, I know that. The ordinary fulness of time
and circumstances is all I have to trust to."
" It will right you at last, Neville."
" So I believe, and I hope I may live to know it."
But perceiving that the despondent mood into which he
was falling cast a shadow on the Minor Canon, and (it may
be) feeling that the broad hand upon his shoulder was not
then quite as steady as its own natural strength had ren-
dered it when it first touched him just now, he brightened
and said :
"Excellent circumstances for study, anyhow! and you
know, Mr. Crisparkle, what need I have of study in all
ways. Not to mention that you have advised me to study
for the difficult profession of the law, specially, and that of
course I am guiding myself by the advice of such a friend
and helper. Such a good friend and helper ! "
He took the fortifying hand from his shoulder, and
kissed it. Mr. Crisparkle beamed at the books, but not so
brightly as when he had entered.
" I gather from your silence on the subject that my late
guardian is adverse, Mr. Crisparkle? "
The Minor Canon answered : " Your late guardian is a
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— a most unreasonable person, and it signifies nothing to
any reasonable person whether he is adverse, or perverse,
or the reverse."
" Well for me that I have enough with economy to live
upon," sighed Neville, half wearily and half cheerily,
" while I wait to be learned, and wait to be righted ! Else
I might have proved the proverb, that while the grass
grows, the steed starves ! "
He opened some books as he said it, and was soon im-
mersed in their interleaved and annotated passages; while
Mr. Crisparkle sat beside him, expounding, correcting, and
advising. The Minor Canon's Cathedral duties made these
visits of his difficult to accomplish, and only to be com-
passed at intervals of many weeks. But they were as ser-
viceable as they were precious to Neville Landless.
When they had got through such studies as they had in
hand, they stood leaning on the window-sill, and looking
down upon the patch of garden. "Next week," said Mr.
Crisparkle, "you will cease to be alone, and will have a
devoted companion."
"And yet," returned Neville, "this seems an uncon-
genial place to bring my sister to."
"I don't think so," said the Minor Canon. "There is
duty to be done here; and there are womanly feeling, sense,
and courage wanted here."
"I meant," explained Neville, "that the surroundings
are so dull and unwomanly, and that Helena can have no
suitable friend or society here."
" You have only to remember," said Mr. Crisparkle,
" that you are here yourself, and that she has to draw you
into the sunlight. "
They were silent for a little while, and then Mr. Cris-
parkle began anew.
" When we first spoke together, Neville, you told me that
your sister had risen out of the disadvantages of your past
lives as superior to you as the tower of Cloisterham Cathe-
dral is higher than the chimneys of Minor Canon Corner.
Do you remember that? "
" Right well ! "
" I was inclined to think it at the time an enthusiastic
flight. No matter what I think it now. What I would
emphasise is, that under the head of Pride your sister is a
great and opportune example to you."
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" Under all heads that are included in the composition of
a fine character, she is."
" Say so; but take this one. Your sister has learnt how
to govern what is proud in her nature. She can dominate
it even when it is wounded through her sympathy with you.
No doubt she has suffered deeply in those same streets
where you suffered deeply. No doubt her life is darkened
by the cloud that darkens yours. But bending her pride
into a grand composure that is not haughty or aggressive,
but is a sustained confidence in you and in the truth, she
has won her way through those streets until she passes along
them as high in the general respect as any one who treads
them. Every day and hour of her life since Edwin Drood's
disappearance, she has faced malignity and folly — for you
— as only a brave nature well directed can. So it will be
with her to the end. Another and weaker kind of pride
might sink broken-hearted, but never such a pride as hers :
which knows no shrinking, and can get no mastery over
her."
The pale cheek beside him flushed under the comparison,
and the hint implied in it.
"I will do all I can to imitate her," said Neville.
" Do so, and be a truly brave man, as she is a truly brave
woman," answered Mr. Crisparkle stoutly. "It is grow-
ing dark. Will you go my way with me, when it is quite
dark? Mind ! it is not I who wait for darkness."
Neville replied, that he would accompany him directly.
But Mr. Crisparkle said he had a moment's call to make
on Mr. Grewgious as an act of courtesy, and would run
across to that gentleman's chambers, and rejoin Neville
on his own doorstep, if he would come down there to meet
him.
Mr. Grewgious, bolt upright as usual, sat taking his wine
in the dusk at his open window; his wineglass and decanter
on the round table at his elbow; himself and his legs on
the window-seat; only one hinge in his whole body, like a
bootjack.
" How do you do, reverend sir? " said Mr. Grewgious,
with abundant offers of hospitality, which were as cordially
declined as made. " And how is your charge getting on
over the way in the set that I had the pleasure of recom-
mending to you as vacant and eligible? "
Mr. Crisparkle replied suitably.
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"I am glad you approve of them," said Mr. Grewgious,
" because I entertain a sort of fancy for having him under
my eye."
As Mr. Grewgious had to turn his eye up considerably
before he could see the chambers, the phrase was to be
taken figuratively and not literally.
" And how did you leave Mr. Jasper, reverend sir? " said
Mr. Grewgious.
Mr. Crisparkle had left him pretty well.
" And where did you leave Mr. Jasper, reverend sir? "
Mr. Crisparkle had left him at Cloisterham.
" And when did you leave Mr. Jasper, reverend sir? "
That morning.
"limps!" said Mr. Grewgious. "He didn't say he was
coming, perhaps? "
"Coming where? "
"Anywhere, for instance?" said Mr. Grewgious.
"No."
" Because here he is," said Mr. Grewgious, who had asked
all these questions, with his preoccupied glance directed out
at window, "And he don't look agreeable, does he? "
Mr. Crisparkle was craning towards the window, when
Mr. Grewgious added :
" If you will kindly step round here behind me, in the
gloom of the room, and will cast your eye at the second-
floor landing window in yonder house, I think you will
hardly fail to see a slinking individual in whom I recognise
our local friend."
" You are right ! " cried Mr. Crisparkle.
"Umps! " said Mr. Grewgious. Then he added, turning
his face so abruptly that his head nearly came into collision
with Mr. Crisparkle's : " what should you say that our local
friend was up to? "
The last passage he had been shown in the Diary returned
on Mr. Crisparkle's mind with the force of 'a strong recoil,
and he asked Mr. Grewgious if he thought it possible that
Neville was to be harassed by the keeping of a watch upon
him?
" A watch? " repeated Mr. Grewgious musingly. " Ay ! "
" Which would not only of itself haunt and torture his
life," said Mr. Crisparkle warmly, "but would expose him
to the torment of a perpetually reviving suspicion, what-
ever he might do, or wherever he might go."
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" Ay ! n said Mr. Grewgious, musingly still. " Do I see
him waiting for you? "
"No doubt you do."
" Then would you have the goodness to excuse my getting
up to see you out, and to go out to join him, and to go the
way that you were going, and to take no notice of our local
friend? " said Mr. Grewgious. " I entertain a sort of fancy
for having him under my eye to-night, do you know? "
Mr. Crisparkle, with a significant nod, complied; and re-
joining Neville, went away with him. They dined togeth-
er, and parted at the yet unfinished and undeveloped rail-
way station: Mr. Crisparkle to get home; Neville to walk
the streets, cross the bridges, make a wide round of the city
in the friendly darkness, and tire himself out.
It was midnight when he returned from his solitary ex-
pedition and climbed his staircase. The night was hot, and
the windows of the staircase were all wide open. Coming
to the top, it gave him a passing chill of surprise (there
being no rooms but his up there) to find a stranger sitting
on the window-sill, more after the manner of a venture-
some glazier then an amateur ordinarily careful of his neck;
in fact, so much more outside the window than inside, as
to suggest the thought that he must have come up by the
water-spout instead of the stairs.
The stranger said nothing until Neville put his key in
his door; then, seeming to make sure of his identity from
the action, he spoke :
"I beg your pardon," he said, coming from the window
with a frank and smiling air, and a prepossessing address;
"the beans."
Neville was quite at a loss.
"Runners," said the visitor. "Scarlet. Next door at
the back."
"O," returned Neville. "And the mignonette and wall-
flower? "
" The same," said the visitor.
"Pray walk in."
"Thank you."
Neville lighted his candles, and the visitor sat down. A
handsome gentleman, with a young face, but with an older
figure in its robustness and its breadth of shoulder; say a
man of eight-and-twenty, or at the utmost thirty; so ex-
tremely sunburnt that the contrast between his brown vis-
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age and the white forehead shaded out of doors by his hat,
and the glimpses of white throat below the neckerchief,
would have been almost ludicrous but for his broad tem-
ples, bright blue eyes, clustering brown hair, and laughing
teeth.
"I have noticed," said he; " — my name is Tartar."
Neville inclined his head.
" I have noticed (excuse me) that you shut yourself up a
good deal, and that you seem to like my garden aloft here.
If you would like a little more of it, I could throw out a
few lines and stays between my windows and yours, which
the runners would take to directly. And I have some
boxes, both of mignonette and wallflower, that I could
shove on along the gutter (with a boat-hook I have by me)
to your windows, and draw back again when they wanted
watering or gardening, and shove on again when they were
ship-shape; so that they would cause you no trouble. I
couldn't take this liberty without asking your permission, so
I venture to ask it. Tartar, corresponding set, next door. "
" You are very kind."
" Not at all. I ought to apologise for looking in so late.
But having noticed (excuse me) that you generally walk
out at night, I thought I should inconvenience you least by
awaiting your return. I am always afraid of inconvenien-
cing busy men, being an idle man."
"I should not have thought so, from your appearance."
" No? I take it as a compliment. In fact, I was bred
in the Royal Navy, and was First Lieutenant when I quitted
it. But, an uncle disappointed in the service leaving me
his property on condition that I left the Navy, I accepted
the fortune, and resigned my commission."
"Lately, I presume? "
" Well, I had had twelve or fifteen years of knocking
about first. I came here some nine months before you; I
had had one crop before you came. I chose this place, be-
cause, having served last in a little corvette, I knew I
should feel more at home where I had a constant oppor-
tunity of knocking my head against the ceiling. Besides, it
would never do for a man who had been aboard ship from
his boyhood to turn luxurious all at once. Besides, again;
having been accustomed to a very short allowance of land
all my life, T thought I'd feel my way to the command of
a landed estate, by beginning in boxes."
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Whimsically as this was said, there was a touch of merry
earnestness in it that made it doubly whimsical.
"However," said the Lieutenant, "I have talked quite
enough about myself. It is not my way, I hope; it has
merely been to present myself to you naturally. If you
will allow me to take the liberty I have described, it will
be a charity, for it will give me something more to do.
And you are not to suppose that it will entail any interrup-
ton or intrusion on you, for that is far from my intention."
Neville replied that he was greatly obliged, and that he
thankfully accepted the kind proposal.
"I am very glad to take your windows in tow," said the
Lieutenant. " From what I have seen of you when I have
been gardening at mine, and you have been looking on, I
have thought you (excuse me) rather too studious and del-
icate. May I ask, is your health at all affected? "
"I have undergone some mental distress," said Neville,
confused, "which has stood me in the stead of illness."
"Pardon me," said Mr. Tartar.
With the greatest delicacy he shifted his ground to the
windows again, and asked if he could look at one of them.
On Neville's opening it, he immediately sprang out, as if
he were going aloft with a whole watch in an emergency,
and were setting a bright example.
"For Heaven's sake," cried Neville, "don't do that!
Where are you going, Mr. Tartar? You'll be dashed to
pieces ! "
" All well ! " said the Lieutenant, coolly looking about
him on the housetop. " All taut and trim here. Those
lines and stays shall be rigged before you turn out in the
morning. May I take this short cut home, and say good
night? "
"Mr. Tartar!" urged Neville. "Pray! It makes me
giddy to see you ! "
But Mr. Tartar, with a wave of his hand and the deft-
ness of a cat, had already dipped through his scuttle of
scarlet runners without breaking a leaf, and "gone below."
Mr. Grewgious, his bedroom window-blind held aside
with his hand, happened at that moment to have Neville's
chambers under his eye for the last time that night. For-
tunately his eye was on the front of the house and not the
back, or this remarkable appearance and disappearance
might have broken his rest as a phenomenon. But Mr.
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Grewgious seeing nothing there, not even a light in the
windows, his gaze wandered from the windows to the stars,
as if he would have read in them something that was hid-
den from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none
of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet — or seem
likely to do it, in this state of existence — and few lan-
guages can be read until their alphabets are mastered.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM.
AT about this time a stranger appeared in Cloisterham;
a white-haired personage, with black eyebrows. Being
buttoned up in a tightish blue surtout, with a buff waist-
coat and grey trousers, he had something of a military air;
but he announced himself at the Crozier (the orthodox
hotel, where he put up with a portmanteau) as an idle dog
who lived upon his means; and he farther annouucd that
he had a mind to take a lodging in the picturesque old city
for a month or two, with a view of settling down there al-
together. Both announcements were made in the coffee-
room of the Crozier, to all whom it might or might not con-
cern, by the stranger as he stood with his back to the
empty fireplace, waiting for his fried sole, veal cutlet, and
pint of sherry. And the waiter (business being chronically
slack at the Crozier) represented all whom it might or
might not concern, and absorbed the whole of the informa-
tion.
This gentleman's white head was unusually large, and
his shock of white hair was unusually thick and ample. " I
suppose, waiter," he said, shaking his shock of hair, as a
Newfoundland dog might shake his before sitting down to
dinner, " that a fair lodging for a single buffer might be
found in these parts, eh? "
The waiter had no doubt of it.
" Something old," said the gentleman. "Take my hat
down for a moment from that peg, will you? No, I don't
want it; look into it. What do you see written there? "
The waiter read: "Datchery."
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"Now you know my name," said the gentleman; "Dick
Datchery. Hang it up again. I was saying something old
is what I should prefer, something odd and out of the way;
something venerable, architectural, and inconvenient."
" We have a good choice of inconvenient lodgings in the
town, sir, I think," replied the waiter, with modest confi-
dence in its resources that way; "indeed, I have no doubt
that we could suit you that far, however particular you
might be. But a architectural lodging ! " That seemed to
trouble the waiter's head, and he shook it.
"Anything Cathedraly, now," Mr. Datchery suggested.
"Mr. Tope," said the waiter, brightening, as he rubbed
his chin with his hand, " would be the likeliest party to in-
form in that line."
"Who is Mr. Tope?" inquired Dick Datchery.
The waiter explained that he was the Verger, and that
Mrs. Tope had indeed once upon a time let lodgings herself
— or offered to let them; but that as nobody had ever taken
them, Mrs. Tope's window-bill, long a Cloisterham Insti-
tution, had disappeared; probably had tumbled down one
day, and never been put up again.
"I'll call on Mrs. Tope," said Mr. Datchery, "after
dinner."
So when he had done his dinner, he was duly directed to
the spot, and sallied out for it. But the Crozier being an
hotel of a most retiring disposition, and the waiter's direc-
tions being fatally precise, he soon became bewildered, and
went boggling about and about the Cathedral Tower, when-
ever he could catch a glimpse of it, with a general impres-
sion on his mind that Mrs. Tope's was somewhere very
near it, and that, like the children in the game of hot
boiled beans and very good butter, he was warm in his
search when he saw the Tower, and cold when he didn't
see it.
He was getting very cold indeed when he came upon a
fragment of burial-ground in which an unhappy sheep was
grazing. Unhappy, because a hideous small boy was ston-
ing it through the railings, and had already lamed it in
one leg, and was much excited by the benevolent sports-
manlike purpose of breaking its other three legs, and bring-
ing it down.
"'It 'iin agin!" cried the boy, as the poor creature
leaped; "and made a dint in his wool."
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" Let him be ! " said Mr. Datchery. "Don't you see you
have lamed him? "
" Yer lie," returned the sportsman. "E went and lamed
isself. I see 'im do it, and I giv' 'im a shy as a Widdy-
warning to 'im not to go a bruisin' 'is master's mutton any
more."
"Come here."
"I won't; I'll come when yer can ketch me."
"Stay there then, and show me which is Mr. Tope's."
" Ow can I stay here and show you which is Topeseses,
when Topeseses is t'other side the Kinfreederal, and over
the crossings, and round ever so many corners? Stoo-pid!
Ya-a-ah ! "
" Show me where it is, and I'll give you something."
" Come on, then."
This brisk dialogue concluded, the boy led the way, and
by-and-bye stopped at some distance from an arched pas-
sage, pointing.
" Lookie yonder. You see that there winder and door? "
"That's Tope's?"
" Yer lie; it ain't. That's Jarsper's."
" Indeed? " said Mr. Datchery, with a second look of
some interest.
" Yes, and I ain't a goin' no nearer '!M, I tell yer."
" Why not? "
" 'Cos I ain't a goin' to be lifted off my legs and 'ave
my braces bust and be choked; not if I knows it, and not
by 'Im. Wait till I set a jolly good flint a flyin' at the
back o' 'is jolly old 'ed some day! Now look t'other side
the harch; not the side where Jarsper's door is; t'other
side."
" I see."
"A little way in, o' that side, there's a low door, down
two steps. That's Topeseses with 'is name on a hoval
plate."
"Good. See here," said Mr. Datchery, producing a
shilling. "You owe me half of this."
" Yer lie; I don't owe yer nothing; I never seen yer."
" I tell you you owe me half of this, because I have no
sixpence in my pocket. So the next time you meet me you
shall do something else for me, to pay me."
"All right, give us 'old."
" What is your name, and where do you live? "
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"Deputy. Travellers' Twopenny, 'cross the green "
The boy instantly darted off with the shilling, lest Mr.
Datchery should repent, but stopped at a safe distance, on
the happy chance of his being uneasy in his mind about it,
to goad him with a demon dance expressive of its irrevo-
cability.
Mr. Datchery, taking off his hat to give that shock of
white hair of his another shake, seemed quite resigned, and
betook himself whither he had been directed.
Mr. Tope's official dwelling, communicating by an upper
stair with Mr. Jasper's (hence Mrs. Tope's attendance on
that gentleman), was of very modest proportions, and par-
took of the character of a cool dungeon. Its ancient walls
were massive, and its rooms rather seemed to have been
dug out of them, than to have been designed beforehand
with any reference to them. The main door opened at once
on a chamber of no describable shape, with a groined roof,
which in its turn opened on another chamber of no describ-
able shape, with another groined roof: their windows
small, and in the thickness of the walls. These two cham-
bers, close as to their atmosphere, and swarthy as to their
illumination by natural light, were the apartments which
Mrs. Tope had so long offered to an unappreciative city.
Mr. Datchery, however, was more appreciative. He
found that if he sat with the main door open he would en-
joy the passing society of all comers to and fro by the gate-
way, and would have light enough. He found that if Mr.
and Mrs. Tope, living overhead, used for their own egress
and ingress a little side stair that came plump into the
Precincts by a door opening outward, to the surprise and
inconvenience of a limited public of pedestrians in a narrow
way, he would be alone, as in a separate residence. He
found the rent moderate, and everything as quaintly incon-
venient as he could desire. He agreed, therefore, to take
the lodging then and there, and money down, possession
to be had next evening, on condition that reference was
permitted him to Mr. Jasper as occupying the gatehouse,
of which on the other side of the gateway, the Verger's
hole-in-the-wall was an appanage or subsidiary part.
The poor dear gentleman was very solitary and very sad,
Mrs. Tope said, but she had no doubt he would " speak for
her. " Perhaps Mr. Datchery had heard something of what
had occurred there last winter?
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Mr. Datchery had as confused a knowledge of the event
in question, on trying to recall it, as he well could have.
He begged Mrs. Tope's pardon when she found it incum-
bent on her to correct him in every detail of his summary
of the facts, but pleaded that he was merely a single buffer
getting through life upon his means as idly as he could,
and that so many people were so constantly making away
with so many other people, as to render it difficult for a
buffer of an easy temper to preserve the circumstances of
the several cases unmixed in his mind.
Mr. Jasper proving willing to speak for Mrs. Tope, Mr.
Datchery, who had sent up his card, was invited to ascend
the postern staircase. The Mayor was there, Mr. Tope
said; but he was not to be regarded in the light of com-
pany, as he and Mr. Jasper were great friends.
" I beg pardon," said Mr. Datchery, making a leg with
his hat under his arm, as he addressed himself equally to
both gentlemen; "a selfish precaution on my part, and not
personally interesting to anybody but myself. But as a
buffer living on his means, and having an idea of doing it
in this lovely place in peace and quiet, for remaining span
of life, I beg to ask if the Tope family are quite respect-
able? "
Mr. Jasper could answer for that without the slightest
hesitation.
"That is enough, sir," said Mr. Datchery.
"My friend the Mayor," added Mr. Jasper, presenting
Mr. Datchery with a courtly motion of his hand towards
that potentate; "whose recommendation is actually much
more important to a stranger than that of an obscure per-
son like myself, will testify in their behalf, I am sure."
"The Worshipful the Mayor," said Mr. Datchery, with
a low bow, "places me under an infinite obligation."
"Very good people, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Tope," said Mr.
Sapsea, with condescension. " Very good opinions. Very
well behaved. Very respectful. Much approved by the
Dean and Chapter."
"The Worshipful the Mayor gives them a character,"
said Mr. Datchery, "of which they may indeed be proud.
I would ask His Honour (if I might be permitted) whether
there are not many objects of great interest in the city
which is under his beneficent sway? "
"We are, sir," returned Mr. Sapsea, "an ancient city,
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and an ecclesiastical city. We are a constitutional city, as
it becomes such a city to be, and we uphold and maintain
our glorious privileges."
"His Honour," said Mr. Datchery, bowing, "inspires
me with a desire to know more of the city, and confirms
me in my inclination to end my days in the city."
" Retired from the Army, sir? " suggested Mr. Sapsea.
"His Honour the Mayor does me too much credit," re-
turned Mr. Datchery.
"Navy, sir?" suggested Mr. Sapsea.
"Again," repeated Mr. Datchery, "His Honour the
Mayor does me too much credit."
"Diplomacy is a fine profession," said Mr. Sapsea, as a
general remark.
" There, I confess, His Honour the Mayor is too many
for me," said Mr. Datchery, with an ingenious smile and
bow; "even a diplomatic bird must fall to such a gun."
Now this was very soothing. Here was a gentleman of
a great, not to say a grand, address, accustomed to rank
and dignity, really setting a fine example how to behave to
a Mayor. There was something in that third-person style
of being spoken to, that Mr. Sapsea found particularly
recognisant of his merits and position.
"But I crave pardon," said Mr. Datchery. "His Hon-
our the Mayor will bear with me, if for a moment I have
been deluded into occupying his time, and have forgotten
the humble claims upon my own, of my hotel, the Crozier."
"Not at all, sir," said Mr. Sapsea. "I am returning
home, and if you would like to take the exterior of our
Cathedral in your way, I shall be glad to point it out."
"His Honour the Mayor," said Mr. Datchery, "is more
than kind and gracious."
As Mr. Datchery, when he had made his acknowledg-
ments to Mr. Jasper, could not be induced to go out of the
room before the Worshipful, the Worshipful led the way
down-stairs; Mr. Datchery following with his hat under his
arm, and his shock of white hair streaming in the evening
breeze.
" Might I ask His Honour," said Mr. Datchery, " whether
that gentleman we have just left is the gentleman of whom
I have heard in the neighbourhood as being much afflicted
by the loss of a nephew, and concentrating his life on
avenging the loss? "
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"That is the gentleman. John Jasper, sir."
" Would His Honour allow me to inquire whether there
are strong suspicions of any one? "
"More than suspicions, sir," returned Mr. Sapsea; "all
but certainties."
" Only think now ! " cried Mr. Datchery.
" But proof, sir, proof must be built up stone by stone,"
said the Mayor. "As I say, the end crowns the work. It
is not enough that Justice should be morally certain ; she
must be immorally certain — legally, that is."
"His Honour," said Mr. Datchery, "reminds me of the
nature of the law. Immoral. How true! "
"As I say, sir," pompously went on the Mayor, "the
arm of the law is a strong arm, and a long arm. That is
the way I put it. A strong arm and a long arm."
" How forcible ! — And yet, again, how true ! " murmured
Mr. Datchery.
"And without betraying what I call the secrets of the
prison-house," said Mr. Sapsea; " the secrets of the prison-
house is the term I used on the bench."
"And what other term than His Honour's would express
it? " said Mr. Datchery.
"Without, I say, betraying them, I predict to you,
knowing the iron will of the gentleman we have just left
(I take the bold step of calling it iron, on account of its
strength), that in this case the long arm will reach, and the
strong arm will strike. — This is our Cathedral, sir. The
best judges are pleased to admire it, and the best among our
townsmen own to being a little vain of it."
All this time Mr. Datchery had walked with his hat un-
der his arm, and his white hair streaming. He had an odd
momentary appearance upon him of having forgotten his
hat, when Mr. Sapsea now touched it; and he clapped his
hand up to his head as if with some vague expectation of
finding another hat upon it.
"Pray be covered, sir," entreated Mr. Sapsea; magnifi-
cently implying: "I shall not mind it, I assure you."
" His Honour is very good, but I do it for coolness," said
Mr. Datchery.
Then Mr. Datchery admired the Cathedral, and Mr.
Sapsea pointed it out as if he himself had invented and
built it : there were a few details indeed of which he did
not approve, but those he glossed over, as if the workmen
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had made mistakes in his absence. The Cathedral disposed
of, he led the way by the churchyard, and stopped to extol
the beauty of the evening — by chance — in the immediate
vicinity of Mrs. Sapsea's epitaph.
"And by-the-bye," said Mr. Sapsea, appearing to de-
scend from an elevation to remember it all of a sudden;
like Apollo shooting down from Olympus to pick up his
forgotten lyre; "that is one of our small lions. The par-
tiality of our people hag made it so, and strangers have
been seen taking a copy of it now and then. I am not a
judge of it myself, for it is a little work of my own. But
it was troublesome to turn, sir; I may say, difficult to turn
with elegance."
Mr. Datchery became so ecstatic over Mr. Sapsea's com-
position, that, in spite of his intention to end his days in
Cloisterham, and therefore his probably having in reserve
many opportunities of copying it, he would have transcribed
it into his pocket-book on the spot, but for the slouching
towards them of its material producer and perpetuator,
Durdles, whom Mr. Sapsea hailed, not sorry to show him a
bright example of behaviour to superiors.
"Ah, Durdles! This is the mason, sir; one of our Clois-
terham worthies; everybody here knows Durdles. Mr.
Datchery, Durdles; a gentleman who is going to settle
here."
"I wouldn't do it if I was him," growled Durdles.
" We're a heavy lot."
" You surely don't speak for yourself, Mr. Durdles," re-
turned Mr. Datchery, "any more than for His Honour."
"Who's His Honour?" demanded Durdles.
"His Honour the Mayor."
"I never was brought afore him," said Durdles, with
anything but the look of a loyal subject of the mayoralty,
"and it'll be time enough for me to Honour him when I
am. Until which, and when, and where,
' Mister Sapsea is his name,
England is his nation,
Cloisterham's his dwelling-place,
Aukshneer's his occupation. ' "
Here, Deputy (preceded by a flying oyster-shell) appeared
upon the scene, and requested to have the sum of three-
pence instantly " chucked " to him by Mr. Durdles, whom
he had been vainly seeking up and down, as lawful wages
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overdue. While that gentleman, with his bundle under his
arm, slowly found and counted out the money, Mr. Sapsea
informed the new settler of Durdles's habits, pursuits,
abode, and reputation. "I suppose a curious stranger
might come to see you, and your works, Mr. Durdles, at
any odd time? " said Mr. Datchery upon that.
"Any gentleman is welcome to come and see me any
evening if he brings liquor for two with him," returned
Durdles, with a penny between his teeth and certain half-
pence in his hands; "or if he likes to make it twice two,
he'll be doubly welcome."
" I shall come. Master Deputy, what do you owe me? "
"A job."
" Mind you pay me honestly with the job of showing me
Mr. Durdles's house when I want to go there."
Deputy, with a piercing broadside of whistle through the
whole gap in his mouth, as a receipt in full for all arrears,
vanished.
The Worshipful and the Worshipper then passed on to-
gether until they parted, with many ceremonies, at the
Worshipful's door; even then the Worshipper carried his
hat under his arm, and gave his streaming white hair to
the breeze.
Said Mr. Datchery to himself that night, as he looked
at his white hair in the gas-lighted looking-glass over the
coffee-room chimneypiece at the Crozier, and shook it out :
" For a single buffer, of an easy temper, living idly on his
means, I have had a rather busy afternoon ! "
CHAPTER XIX.
SHADOW ON THE SUN-DIAL.
AGAIN Miss Twinkleton has delivered her valedictory ad-
dress, with the accompaniments of white- wine and pound-
cake, and again the young ladies have departed to their
several homes. Helena Landless has left the Nuns' House
to attend her brother's fortunes, and pretty Rosa is alone.
Cloisterham is so bright and sunny in these summer days,
that the Cathedral and the monastery-ruins show as if their
strong walls were transparent. A soft glow seems to shine
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from within them, rather than upon them from without,
such is their mellowness as they look forth on the hot corn-
fields and the smoking roads that distantly wind among
them. The Cloisterham gardens blush with ripening fruit.
Time was when travel-stained pilgrims rode in clattering
parties through the city's welcome shades; time is when
wayfarers, leading a gipsy life between haymaking time
and harvest, and looking as if they were just made of the
dust of the earth, so very dusty are they, lounge about on
cool door-steps, trying to mend their unmendable shoes, or
giving them to the city kennels as a hopeless job, and seek-
ing others in the bundles that they carry, along with their
yet unused sickles swathed in bands of straw. At all the
more public pumps there is much cooling of bare feet, to-
gether with much bubbling and gurgling of drinking with
hand to spout on the part of these Bedouins; the Cloister- "
ham police meanwhile looking askant from their beats with
suspicion, and manifest impatience that the intruders should
depart from within the civic bounds, and once more fry
themselves on the simmering highroads.
On the afternoon of such a day, when the last Cathedral
service is done, and when that side of the High Street on
which the Nuns' House stands is in grateful shade, save
where its quaint old garden opens to the west between the
boughs of trees, a servant informs Rosa, to her terror, that
Mr. Jasper desires to see her.
If he had chosen his time for finding her at a disadvan-
tage, he could have done no better. Perhaps he has chosen
it. Helena Landless is gone, Mrs. Tisher is absent on
leave, Miss Twinkleton (in her amateur state of existence)
has contributed herself and a veal pie to a picnic.
" 0 why, why, why, did you say I was at home ! " cries
Rosa, helplessly.
The maid replies, that Mr. Jasper never asked the ques-
tion. That he said he knew she was at home, and begged
she might be told that he asked to see her.
"What shall I do! what shall I do!" thinks Rosa,
clasping her hands.
Possessed by a kind of desperation, she adds in the next
breath, that she will come to Mr. Jasper in the garden.
She shudders at the thought of being shut up with him in
the house; but many of its windows command the garden,
and she can be seen as well as heard there, and can shriek
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in the free air and run away. Such is the wild idea that
flutters through her mind.
She has never seen him since the fatal night, except when
she was questioned before the Mayor, and then he was pres-
ent in gloomy watchfulness, as representing his lost nephew
and burning to avenge him. She hangs her garden-hat on
her arm, and goes out. The moment she sees him from the
porch, leaning on the sun-dial, the old horrible feeling of
being compelled by him, asserts its hold upon her. She
feels that she would even then go back, but that he draws
her feet towards him. She cannot resist, and sits down,
with her head bent, on the garden-seat beside the sun-dial.
She cannot look up at him for abhorrence, but she has per-
ceived that he is dressed in deep mourning. So is she. It
was not so at first; but the lost has long been given up, and
'mourned for, as dead.
He would begin by touching her hand. She feels the in-
tention, and draws her hand back. His eyes are then fixed
upon her, she knows, though her own see nothing but the
grass.
"I have been waiting," he begins, "for some time, to be
summoned back to my duty near you."
After several times forming her lips, which she knows he
is closely watching, into the shape of some other hesitating
reply, and then into none, she answers : " Duty, sir? "
" The duty of teaching you, serving you as your faithful
music-master."
"I have left off that study."
"Not left off, I think. Discontinued. I was told by
your guardian that you discontinued it under the shock that
we have all felt so acutely. When will you resume? "
"Never, sir."
"Never? You could have done no more if you had loved
my dear boy."
" I did love him ! " cried Rosa, with a flash of anger.
" Yes; but not quite — not quite in the right way, shall I
say? Not in the intended and expected way. Much as my
dear boy was, unhappily, too self-conscious and self-satis-
fied (I'll draw no parallel between him and you in that re-
spect) to love as he should have loved, or as any one in his
place would have loved — must have loved ! "
She sits in the same still attitude, but shrinking a little
more.
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" Then, to be told that you discontinued your study with
me, was to be politely told that you abandoned it alto-
gether? " he suggested.
"Yes," says Rosa, with sudden spirit. "The politeness
was my guardian's, not mine. I told him that I was re-
solved to leave off, and that I was determined to stand by
my resolution."
"And you still are?"
" I still am, sir. And I beg not to be questioned any
more about it. At all events, I will not answer any more;
I have that in my power."
She is so conscious of his looking at her with a gloating
admiration of the touch of anger on her, and the fire and
animation it brings with it, that even as her spirit rises, it
falls again, and she struggles with a sense of shame, af-
front, and fear, much as she did that night at the piano.
" I will not question you any more, since you object to it
so much; I will confess — "
"I do not wish to hear you, sir," cries Rosa, rising.
This time he does touch her with his outstretched hand.
In shrinking from it, she shrinks into her seat again.
" We must sometimes act in opposition to our wishes," he
tells her in a low voice. " You must do so now, or do more
harm to others than you can ever set right."
" What harm? "
"Presently, presently. You question me, you see, and
surely that's not fair when you forbid me to question you.
Nevertheless, I will answer the question presently. Dear-
est Rosa ! Charming Rosa ! "
She starts up again.
This time he does not touch her. But his face looks so
wicked and menacing, as he stands leaning against the sun-
dial— setting, as it were, his black mark upon the very face
of day — that her flight is arrested by horror as she looks at
him.
" I do not forget how many windows command a view of
us," he says, glancing towards them. "I will not touch
you again; I will come no nearer to you than I am. Sit
down, and there will be no mighty wonder in your music-
master's leaning idly against a pedestal and speaking with
you, remembering all that has happened, and our shares in
it. Sit down, my beloved."
She would have gone once more — was all but gone — and
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once more his face, darkly threatening what would follow
if she went, has stopped her. Looking at him with the ex-
pression of the instant frozen on her face, she sits down on
the seat again.
" Rosa, even when my dear boy was affianced to you, I
loved you madly; even when I thought his happiness in
having you for his wife was certain, I loved you madly;
even when I strove to make him more ardently devoted to
you, I loved you madly; even when he gave me the picture
of your lovely face so carelessly traduced by him, which I
feigned to hang always in my sight for his sake, but wor-
shipped in torment for years, I loved you madly; in the
distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the
night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through
Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carry-
ing your image in my arms, I loved you madly."
If anything could make his words more hideous to her
than they are in themselves, it would be the contrast be-
tween the violence of his look and delivery, and the com-
posure of his assumed attitude.
" I endured it all in silence. So long as you were his, or
so long as I supposed you to be his, I hid my secret loyally.
Did I not? "
This lie, so gross, while the mere words in which it
is told are so true, is more than Rosa can endure. She
answers with kindling indignation : " You were as false
throughout, sir, as you are now. You were false to him,
daily and hourly. You know that you made my life un-
happy by your pursuit of me. You know that you made
me afraid to open his generous eyes, and that you forced
me, for his own trusting, good, good sake, to keep the truth
from him, that you were a bad, bad man ! "
His preservation of his easy attitude rendering his work-
ing features and his convulsive hands absolutely diabolical,
he returns, with a fierce extreme of admiration :
"How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in
anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give
me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that
pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn;
it will be enough for me."
Impatient tears rise to the eyes of the trembling little
beauty, and her face flames; but as she again rises to leave
him in indignation, and seek protection within the house,
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he stretches out his hand towards the porch, as though he
invited her to enter it.
" I told you, you rare charmer, you sweet witch, that you
must stay and hear me, or do more harm than can ever be
undone. You asked me what harm. Stay, and I will tell
you. Go, and I will do it ! "
Again Rosa quails before his threatening face, though
innocent of its meaning, and she remains. Her panting
breathing comes and goes as if it would choke her; but
with a repressive hand upon her bosom, she remains.
" I have made my confession that my love is mad. It is
so mad, that had the ties between me and my dear lost boy
been one silken thread less strong, I might have swept even
him from your side when you favoured him."
A. film comes over the eyes she raises for an instant, as
though he had turned her faint.
"Even him," he repeats. "Yes, even him! Rosa, you
see me and you hear me. Judge for yourself whether any
other admirer shall love you and live, whose life is in my
hand."
" What do you mean, sir? "
"I mean to show you how mad my love is. It was
hawked through the late inquiries by Mr. Crisparkle, that
young Landless had confessed to him that he was a rival
of my lost boy. That is an inexpiable offence in my eyes.
The same Mr. Crisparkle knows under my hand that I have
devoted myself to the murderer's discovery and destruc-
tion, be he whom he might, and that I determined to dis-
cuss the mystery with no one until I should hold the clue
in which to entangle the murderer as in a net. I have since
worked patiently to wind and wind it round him ; and it is
slowly winding as I speak."
" Your belief, if you believe in the criminality of Mr.
Landless, is not Mr. Crisparkle's belief, and he is a good
man," Rosa retorts.
"My belief is my own; and I reserve it, worshipped of
my soul ! Circumstances may accumulate so strongly even
against an innocent man, that directed, sharpened, and
pointed, they may slay him. One wanting link discovered
by perseverance against a guilty man, proves his guilt, how-
ever slight its evidence before, and he dies. Young Land-
less stands in deadly peril either way."
"If you really suppose," Rosa pleads with him, turning
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paler, " that I favour Mr. Landless, or that Mr. Landless has
ever in any way addressed himself to me, you are wrong."
He puts that from him with a slighting action of his
hand and a curled lip.
" I was going to show you how madly I love you. More
madly now than ever, for I am willing to renounce the sec-
ond object that has arisen in my life to divide it with you;
and henceforth to have no object in existence but you only.
Miss Landless has become your bosom friend. You care
for her peace of mind? "
"I love her dearly."
" You care for her good name ? "
"I have said, sir, I love her dearly."
"I am unconsciously," he observes with a smile, as he
folds his hands upon the sun-dial and leans his chin upon
them, so that his talk would seem from the windows (faces
occasionally come and go there) to be of the airiest and
play fullest — " I am unconsciously giving offence by ques-
tioning again. I will simply make statements, therefore,
and not put questions. You do care for your bosom friend's
good name, and you do care for her peace of mind. Then
remove the shadow of the gallows from her, dear one ! "
" You dare propose to me to — "
" Darling, I dare propose to you. Stop there. If it be
bad to idolise you, I am the worst of men; if it be good, I
am the best. My love for you is above all other love, and
my truth to you is above all other truth. Let me have
hope and favour, and I am a forsworn man for your
sake."
Kosa puts her hands to her temples, and, pushing back
her hair, looks wildly and abhorrently at him, as though
she were trying to piece together what it is his deep pur-
pose to present to her only in fragments.
" Reckon up nothing at this moment, angel, but the sac-
rifices that I lay at those dear feet, which I could fall down
among the vilest ashes and kiss, and put upon my head as
a poor savage might. There is my fidelity to my dear boy
after death. Tread upon it ! "
With an action of his hands, as though he cast down
something precious.
" There is the inexpiable offence against my adoration of
you. Spurn it ! "
With a similar action.
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" There are my labours in the cause of a just vengeance
for six toiling months. Crush them ! "
With another repetition of the action.
" There is my past and my present wasted life. There
is the desolation of rny heart and soul. There is my peace;
there is my despair. Stamp them into the dust; so that
you take me, were it even mortally hating me ! "
The frightful vehemence of the man, now reaching its
full height, so additionally terrifies her as to break the
spell that has held her to the spot. She swiftly moves
towards the porch; but in an instant he is at her side, and
speaking in her ear.
"Rosa, I am self -repressed again. I am walking calmly
beside you to the house. I shall wait for some encourage-
ment and hope. I shall not strike too soon. Give me a
sign that you attend to me."
She slightly and constrainedly moves her hand.
" Not a word of this to any one, or it will bring down the
blow, as certainly as night follows day. Another sign that
you attend to me."
She moves her hand once more.
"I love you, love you, love you ! If you were to cast me
off now — but you will not — you would never be rid of me.
No one should come between us. I would pursue you to
the death."
The handmaid coming out to open the gate for him, he
quietly pulls off his hat as a parting salute, and goes away
with no greater show of agitation than is visible in the
effigy of Mr. Sapsea's father opposite. Rosa faints in go-
ing up-stairs, and is carefully carried to her room and laid
down on her bed. A thunderstorm is coming on, the maids
say, and the hot and stifling air has overset the pretty dear :
no wonder; they have felt their own knees all of a tremble
all day long.
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CHAPTER XX.
A FLIGHT.
ROSA no sooner came to herself than the whole of the late
Interview was before her. It even seemed as if it had pur-
sued her into her insensibility, and she had not had a mo-
ment's unconsciousness of it. What to do, she was at a
frightened loss to know : the only one clear thought in her
mind was, that she must fly from this terrible man.
But where could she take refuge, and how could she go?
She had never breathed her dread of him to any one but
Helena. If she went to Helena, and told her what had
passed, that very act might bring down the irreparable mis-
chief that he threatened he had the power, and that she
knew he had the will, to do. The more fearful he appeared
to her excited memory and imagination, the more alarming
her responsibility appeared; seeing that a slight mistake
on her part, either in action or delay, might let his malevo-
lence loose on Helena's brother.
Rosa's mind throughout the last six months had been
stormily confused. A half-formed, wholly unexpressed
suspicion tossed in it, now heaving itself up, and now sink-
ing into the deep; now gaining palpability, and now losing
it. Jasper's self-absorption .in his nephew when he was
alive, and his unceasing pursuit of the inquiry how he came
by his death, if he were dead, were themes so rife in the
place, that no one appeared able to suspect the possibility
of foul play at his hands. She had asked herself the ques-
tion, " Am I so wicked in my thoughts as to conceive a
wickedness that others cannot imagine? " Then she had
considered, Did the suspicion come of her previous recoil-
ing from him before the fact? And if so, was not that a
proof of its baselessness? Then she had reflected, " What
motive could he have, according to my accusation? " She
was ashamed to answer in her mind, "The motive of gain-
ing me! " And covered her face, as if the lightest shadow
of the idea of founding murder on such an idle vanity were
a crime almost as great.
She ran over in her mind again, all that he had said by
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the sun-dial in the garden. He had persisted in treating
the disappearance as murder, consistently with his whole
public course since the finding of the watch and shirt-pin.
If he were afraid of the crime being traced out, would he
not rather encourage the idea of a voluntary disappearance?
He had even declared that if the ties between him and his
nephew had been less strong, he might have swept " even
him " away from her side. Was that like his having really
done so? He had spoken of laying his six months' labours
in the cause of a just vengeance at her feet. Would he
have done that, with that violence of passion, if they were
a pretence? Would he have ranged them with his desolate
heart and soul, his wasted life, his peace and his despair?
The very first sacrifice that he represented himself as mak-
ing for her, was his fidelity to his dear boy after death.
Surely these facts were strong against a fancy that scarcely
dared to hint itself. And yet he was so terrible a man ! In
short, the poor girl /for what could she know of the crim-
inal intellect, which its own professed students perpetually
misread, because they persist in trying to reconcile it with
the average intellect of average men, instead of identifying
it as a horrible wonder apart) could get by no road to any
other conclusion than that he was a terrible man, and must
be fled from.
She had been Helena's stay and comfort during the
whole time. She had constantly assured her of her full
belief in her brother's innocence, and of her sympathy with
him in his misery. But she had never seen him since the
disappearance, nor had Helena ever spoken one word of his
avowal to Mr. Crisparkle in regard of Rosa, though as a
part of the interest of the case it was well known far and
wide. He was Helena's unfortunate brother, to her, and
nothing more. The assurance she had given her odious
suitor was strictly true, though it would have been better
(she considered now) if she could have restrained herself
from so giving it. Afraid of him as the bright and delicate
little creature was, her spirit swelled at the thought of his
knowing it from her own lips.
But where was she to go? Anywhere beyond his reach,
was no reply to the question. Somewhere must be thought
of. She determined to go to her guardian, and to go im-
mediately. The feeling she had imparted to Helena on the
night of their first confidence, was so strong upon her —
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the feeliiig of not being safe from him, and of the solid
walls of the old convent being powerless to keep out his
ghostly following of her — that no reasoning of her own
could calm her terrors. The fascination of repulsion had
been upon her so long, and now culminated so darkly, that
she felt as if he had power to bind her by a spell. Glan-
cing out at window, even now, as she rose to dress, the sight
of the sun-dial on which he had leaned when he declared
himself, turned her cold, and made her shrink from it as
though he had invested it with some awful quality from
his own nature.
She wrote a hurried note to Miss Twinkleton, saying
that she had sudden reason for wishing to see her guardian
promptly, and had gone to him; also, entreating the good
lady not to be uneasy, for all was well with her. She hur-
ried a few quite useless articles into a very little bag, left
the note in a conspicuous place, and went oui, softly clos-
ing the gate after her.
It was the first time she had ever been even in Cloister-
ham High-street alone. But knowing all its ways and
windings very well, she hurried straight to the corner from
which the omnibus departed. It was, at that very moment,
going off.
" Stop and take me, if you please, Joe. I am obliged to
go to London."
In less than another minute she was on her road to the
railway, under Joe's protection. Joe waited on her when
she got there, put her safely into the railway carriage, and
handed in the very little bag after her, as though it were
some enormous trunk, hundred- weights heavy, which she
must on no account endeavour to lift.
" Can you go round when you get back, and tell Miss
Twinkleton that you saw me safely off, Joe? "
"It shall be done, Miss."
"With my love, please, Joe."
" Yes, Miss — and I wouldn't mind having it myself ! "
But Joe did not articulate the last clause; only thought it.
Now that she was whirling away for London in real ear-
nest, Rosa was at leisure to resume the thoughts which her
personal hurry had checked. The indignant thought that
his declaration of love soiled her; that she could only be
cleansed from the stain of its impurity by appealing to the
honest and true; supported her for a time against her fears,
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and confirmed her in her hasty resolution. But as the
evening grew darker and darker, and the great city im-
pended nearer and nearer, the doubts usual in such cases
began to arise. Whether this was not a wild proceeding,
after all; how Mr. Grewgious might regard it; whether she
should find him at the journey's end; how she would act if
he were absent; what might become of her, alone, in a
place so strange and crowded; how if she had but waited
and taken counsel first; whether, if she could now go back,
she would not do it thankfully; a multitude of such uneasy
speculations disturbed her, more and more as they accu-
mulated. At length the train came into London over the
housetops; and down below lay the gritty streets with their
yet un-needed lamps aglow, on a hot light summer night.
" Hiram Grewgious, Esquire, Staple Inn, London." This
was all Rosa knew of her destination; but it was enough to
send her rattling away again in a cab, through deserts of
gritty streets, where many people crowded at the corner of
courts and byways to get some air, and where many other
people walked with a miserably monotonous noise of shuf-
fling of feet on hot paving-stones, and where all the people
and all their surroundings were so gritty and so shabby !
There was music playing here and there, but it did not
enliven the case. No barrel-organ mended the matter, and
no big drum beat dull care away. Like the chapel bells
that were also going here and there, they only seemed to
evoke echoes from brick surfaces, and dust from everything.
As to the flat wind-instruments, they seemed to have
cracked their hearts and souls in pining for the country.
Her jingling conveyance stopped at last at a fast-closed
gateway, which appeared to belong to somebody who had
gone to bed very early, and was much afraid of housebreak-
ers; Rosa, discharging her conveyance, timidly knocked at
this gateway, and was let in, very little bag and all, by a
watchman.
" Does Mr. Grewgious live here? "
" Mr. Grewgious lives there, Miss," said the watchman,
pointing further in.
So Rosa went further in, and, when the clocks were
striking ten, stood on P. J. T.'s doorsteps, wondering what
P. J. T. had done with his street-door.
Guided by the painted name of Mr. Grewgious, she went
upstairs and softly tapped and tapped several times. But
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no one answering, and Mr. Grewgious's door-handle yield-
ing to her touch, she went in, and saw her guardian sitting
on a window-seat at an open window, with a shaded lamp
placed far from him on a table in a corner.
Rosa drew nearer to him in the twilight of the room.
He saw her, and he said, in an undertone; " Good Heaven ! "
Eosa fell upon his neck, with tears, and then he said, re-
turning her embrace :
" My child, my child ! I thought you were your mother !
—But what, what, what," he added, soothingly, "has hap-
pened? My dear, what has brought you here? Who has
brought you here? "
"No one. I came alone."
" Lord bless me ! " ejaculated Mr. Grewgious. " Came
alone! Why didn't you write to me to come and fetch
you? "
"I had no time. I took a sudden resolution. Poor,
poor Eddy ! "
" Ah, poor fellow, poor fellow ! "
" His uncle has made love to me. I cannot bear it," said
Rosa, at once with a burst of tears, and the stamp of her
little foot; " I shudder with horror of him, and I have come
to you to protect me and all of us from him, if you will? "
"I will," cried Mr. Grewgious, with a sudden rush of
amazing energy. " Damn him !
' Confound his politics !
Frustrate his knavish tricks!
On Thee his hopes to fix?
Damn him again ! ' "
After this most extraordinary outburst, Mr. Grewgious,
quite beside himself, plunged about the room, to all ap-
pearance undecided whether he was in a fit of loyal enthu-
siasm, or combative denunciation.
He stopped and said, wiping his face; "I beg your par-
don, my dear, but you will be glad to know I feel better.
Tell me no more just now, or I might do it again. You
must be refreshed and cheered. What did you take last?
Was it breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea, or supper? And what
will you take next? Shall it be breakfast, lunch, dinner,
tea, or supper? "
The respectful tenderness with which, on one knee before
her, he helped her to remove her hat, and disentangle her
pretty hair from it, was quite a chivalrous sight. Yet who,
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knowing him only on the surface, would have expected
chivalry — and of the true sort, too; not the spurious — from
Mr. Grewgious?
" Your rest too must be provided for," he went on; "and
you shall have the prettiest chamber in Fumival's. Your
toilet must b« provided for, and you shall have everything
that an unlimited head chambermaid — by which expression
I mean a head chambermaid not limited as to outlay — can
procure. Is that a bag? " he looked hard at it; sooth to
say, it required hard looking at to be seen at all in a dimly
lighted room : " and is it your property, my dear? "
"Yes, sir. I brought it with me."
"It is not an extensive bag," said Mr. Grewgious, can-
didly, "though admirably calculated to contain a day's
provision for a canary-bird. Perhaps you brought a canary-
bird? "
Kosa smiled and shook her head.
" If you had, he should have been made welcome, " said
Mr. Grewgious, " and I think he would have been pleased
to be hung upon a nail outside and pit himself against our
Staple sparrows; whose execution must be admitted to be
not quite equal to their intention. Which is the case with
so many of us! You didn't say what meal, my dear.
Have a nice jumble of all meals."
Rosa thanked him, but said she could only take a cup of
tea. Mr. Grewgious, after several times running out, and
in again, to mention such supplementary items as marma-
lade, eggs, water-cresses, salted fish, and frizzled ham, ran
across to Fumival's without his hat, to give his various di-
rections. And soon afterwards they were realised in prac-
tice, and the board was spread.
"Lord bless my soul," cried Mr. Grewgious, putting the
lamp upon it, and taking his seat opposite Rosa; "what a
new sensation for a poor old Angular bachelor, to be sure ! "
Rosa's expressive little eyebrows asked him what he
meant?
" The sensation of having a sweet young presence in the
place, that whitewashes it, paints it, papers it, decorates
it with gilding, and makes it Glorious ! " said Mr. Grew-
gious. "Ah me! Ah me!"
As there was something mournful in his sigh, Rosa, in
touching him with her tea-cup, ventured to touch him with
her small hand too.
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"Thank you, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious. "Ahem!
Let' stalk!"
" Do you always live here, sir? " asked Rosa.
"Yes, my dear."
" And always alone? "
"Always alone; except that I have daily company in a
gentleman by the name of Bazzard, my clerk."
" He doesn't live here? "
"No, he goes his way, after office hours. In fact, he is
off duty here, altogether, just at present; and a firm down- .
stairs, with which I have business relations, lend me a sub-
stitute. But it would be extremely difficult to replace Mr.
Bazzard."
" He must be very fond of you," said Rosa.
" He bears up against it with commendable fortitude if
he is," returned Mr. Grewgious, after considering the mat-
ter. " But I doubt if he is. Not particularly so. You see,
he is discontented, poor fellow."
" Why isn't he contented? " was the natural inquiry.
"Misplaced," said Mr. Grewgious, with great mystery.
Rosa's eyebrows resumed their inquisitive and perplexed
expression.
"So misplaced," Mr* Grewgious went on, "that I feel
constantly apologetic towards him. And he feels (though
he doesn't mention it) that I have reason to be."
Mr. Grewgious had by this time grown so very mysteri-
ous, that Rosa did not know how to go on. While she was
thinking about it Mr. Grewgious suddenly jerked out of
himself for the second time :
"Let's talk. We were speaking of Mr. Bazzard. It's a
secret, and moreover it is Mr. Bazzard' s secret; but the
sweet presence at my table makes me so unusually expan-
sive, that I feel I must impart it in inviolable confidence.
What do you think Mr. Baz/ard has done? "
" 0 dear ! " cried Rosa, drawing her chair a little nearer,
and her mind reverting to Jasper, "nothing dreadful, I
hope? "
"He has written a play," said Mr. Grewgious, in a sol-
emn whisper. "A tragedy."
Rosa seemed much relieved.
"And nobody," pursued Mr. Grewgious in the same
tone, " will hear, on any account whatever, of bringing it
out."
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Rosa looked reflective, and nodded her head slowly; as
who should say, " Such things are, and why are they ! " .
"Now, you know," said Mr. Grewgious, "/ couldn't
write a play."
" Not a bad one, sir? " said Rosa, innocently, with her
eyebrows again in action.
" No. If I was under sentence of decapitation, and was
about to be instantly decapitated, and an express arrived
with a pardon for the condemned convict Grewgious if he
wrote a play, I should be under the necessity of resuming
the block, and begging the executioner to proceed to ex-
tremities,— meaning," said Mr. Grewgious, passing his
hand under his chin, " the singular number, and this ex-
tremity."
Rosa appeared to consider what she would do if the awk-
ward supposititious case were hers.
"Consequently," said Mr. Grewgious, "Mr. Bazzard
would have a sense of my inferiority to himself under any
circumstances; but when I am his master, you know, the
case is greatly aggravated."
Mr. Grewgious shook his head seriously, as if he felt the
offence to be a little too much, though of his own commit-
ting.
" How came you to be his master, sir? " asked Rosa.
" A question that naturally follows," said Mr. Grewgious.
" Let's talk. Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer,
would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-
fork, and every agricultural implement available for as-
saulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son's having
written a play. So the son, bringing to me the father's
rent (which I receive), imparted his secret, and pointed out
that he was determined to pursue his genius, and that it
would put him in peril of starvation, and that he was not
formed for it."
" For pursuing his genius, sir? "
"No, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, "for starvation.
It was impossible to deny the position, that Mr. Bazzard
was not formed to be starved, and Mr. Bazzard then pointed
out that it was desirable that I should stand between him
and a fate so perfectly unsuited to his formation. In that
way Mr. Bazzard became my clerk, and he feels it very
much."
"I am glad he is grateful," said Rosa.
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" I didn't quite mean that, my dear. I mean, that he
feels the degradation. There are some other geniuses that
Mr. Bazzard has become acquainted with, who have also
written tragedies, which likewise nobody will on any ac-
count whatever hear of bringing out, and these choice spirits
dedicate their plays to one another in a highly panegyrical
manner. Mr. Bazzard has been the subject of one of these
dedications. Now, you know, 1 never had a play dedicated
to me ! "
Rosa looked at him as if she would have liked him to be
the recipient of a thousand dedications.
" Which again, naturally, rubs against the grain of Mr.
Bazzard," said Mr. Grewgious. "He is very short with me
sometimes, and then I feel that he is meditating, ' This
blockhead is my master! A fellow who couldn't write a
tragedy on pain of death, and who will never have one ded-
icated to him with the most complimentary congratulations
on the high position he has taken in the eyes of posterity ! '
Very trying, very trying. However, in giving him direc-
tions, I reflect beforehand : ' Perhaps he may not like this,'
or ' He might take it ill if I asked that; ' and so we get on
very well. Indeed, better than I could have expected."
" Is the tragedy named, sir? " asked Rosa.
"Strictly between ourselves," answered Mr. Grewgious,
" it has a dreadfully appropriate name. It is called The
Thorn of Anxiet}'. But Mr. Bazzard hopes — and I hope —
that it will come out at last."
It was not hard to divine that Mr. Grewgious had related
the Bazzard history thus fully, at least quite as much for
the recreation of his ward's mind from the subject that had
driven her there, as for the gratification of his own ten-
dency to be social and communicative.
"And now, my dear," he said at this point, "if you are
not too tired to tell me more of what passed to-day — but
only if you feel quite able — I should be glad to hear it. I
may digest it the better, if I sleep on it to-night."
Rosa, composed now, gave him a faithful account of the
interview. Mr. Grewgious often smoothed his head while
it was in progress, and begged to be told a second time
those parts which bore on Helena and Neville. When Rosa
had finished, he sat grave, silent, and meditative for a
while.
"Clearly narrated," was his only remark at last, "and,
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I hope, clearly put away here/' smoothing his head again.
"See, my dear," taking her to the open window, "where
they live! The dark windows over yonder."
" I may go to Helena to-morrow? " asked Rosa.
" I should like to sleep on that question to-night," he
answered doubtfully. " But let me take you to your own
rest, for you must need it."
With that Mr. Grewgious helped her to get her hat on
again, and hung upon his arm the very little bag that was
of no earthly use, and led her by the hand (with a certain
stately awkwardness, as if he were going to walk a minuet)
across Holborn, and into Furnival's Inn. At the hotel
door, he confided her to the Unlimited head chambermaid,
and said that while she went up to see her room, he would
remain below, in case she should wish it exchanged for an-
other, or should find that there was anything she wanted.
Rosa's room was airy, clean, comfortable, almost gay.
The Unlimited had laid in everything omitted from the very
little bag (that is to say, everything she could possibly
need), and Rosa tripped down the great many stairs again,
to thank her guardian for his thoughtful and affectionate
care of her.
"Not at all, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, infinitely
gratified; "it is I who thank you for your charming confi-
dence and for your charming company. Your breakfast
will be provided for you in a neat, compact, and graceful
little sitting-room (appropriate to your figure), and I will
come to you at ten o'clock in the morning. I hope you
don't feel very strange indeed, in this strange place."
" O no, I feel so safe ! "
" Yes, you may be sure that the stairs are fire-proof,"
said Mr. Grewgious, "and that any outbreak of the de-
vouring element would be perceived and suppressed by the
watchmen."
"I did not mean that," Rosa replied. "I mean, I feel
so safe from him."
" There is a stout gate of iron bars to keep him out," said
Mr. Grewgious smiling; "and Furnival's is fire-proof, and
specially watched and lighted, and 1 live over the way ! "
In the stoutness of his knight-errantry, he seemed to think
the last-named protection all-sufficient. In the same spirit
he said to the gate-porter as he went out, " If some one
staying in the hotel should wish to send across the road to
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me in the night, a crown will be ready for the messenger."
In the same spirit, he walked up and down outside the iron
gate for the best part of an hour, with some solicitude; oc-
casionally looking in betweeen the bars, as if he had laid
a dove in a high roost in a cage of lions, and had it on his
mind that she might tumble out.
CHAPTER XXI.
A RECOGNITION.
NOTHING occurred in the night to flutter the tired dove;
and the dove arose refreshed. With Mr. Grewgious, when
the clock struck ten in the morning, came Mr. Crisparkle,
who had come at one plunge out of the river at Cloisterham.
" Miss Twinkleton was so uneasy, Miss Rosa," he ex-
plained to her, " and came round to Ma and me with your
note, in such a state of wonder, that, to quiet her, I volun-
teered on this service by the very first train to be caught in
the morning. I wished at the time that you had come to
me; but now I think it best that you did as you did, and
came to your guardian. "
" I did think of you," Rosa told him; " but Minor Canon
Corner was so near him — "
"I understand. It was quite natural."
"I have told Mr. Crisparkle," said Mr. Grewgious, "all
that you told me last night, my dear. Of course I should
have written it to him immediately; but his coming was
most opportune. And it was particularly kind of him to
come, for he had but just gone."
"Have you settled," asked Rosa, appealing to them
both, " what is to be done for Helena and her brother? "
"Why really," said Mr. Crisparkle, "I am in great per-
plexity. If even Mr. Grewgious, whose head is much
longer than mine, and who is a whole night's cogitation in
advance of me, is undecided, what must I be ! "
The Unlimited here put her head in at the door — after
having rapped, and been authorised to present herself — an-
nouncing that a gentleman wished for a word with another
gentleman named Crisparkle, if any such gentleman were
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there. If no sucli gentleman were there, he begged pardon
for being mistaken.
" Such a gentleman is here," said Mr. Crisparkle, "but is
engaged just now."
" Is it a dark gentleman? " interposed Eosa, retreating 011
her guardian.
"No, Miss, more of a brown gentleman."
" You are sure not with black hair? " asked Rosa, taking
courage.
"Quite sure of that, Miss. Brown hair and blue eyes."
"Perhaps," hinted Mr. Grewgious, with habitual cau-
tion, "it might be well to see him, reverend sir, if you
don't object. When one is in a difficulty or at a loss, one
never knows in what direction a way out may chance to
open. It is a business principle of mine, in such a case,
not to close up any direction, but to keep an eye on every
direction that may present itself. I could relate an anec-
dote in point, but that it would be premature."
" If Miss Rosa will allow me, then? Let the gentleman
come in," said Mr. Crisparkle.
The gentleman came in; apologised, with a frank but
modest grace, for not finding Mr. Crisparkle alone; turned
to Mr. Crisparkle, and smilingly asked the unexpected
question : " Who am I? "
" You are the gentleman I saw smoking under the trees
in Staple Inn, a few minutes ago."
"True. There I saw you. Who else am I? "
Mr. Crisparkle concentrated his attention on a handsome
face, much sunburnt; and the ghost of some departed boy
seemed to rise, gradually and dimly, in the room.
The gentleman saw a struggling recollection lighten up
the Minor Canon's features, and smiling again, said:
" What will you have for breakfast this morning? You are
out of jam."
" Wait a moment ! " cried Mr. Crisparkle, raising his
right hand. " Give me another instant ! Tartar ! "
The two shook hands with the greatest heartiness, and
then went the wonderful length — for Englishmen — of lay-
ing their hands each on the other's shoulders, and looking
joyfully each into the other's face.
"My old fag!" said Mr. Crisparkle.
" My old master ! " said Mr. Tartar.
" You saved me from drowning ! " said Mr. Crisparkle.
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" After which you took to swimming, you know ! " said
Mr. Tartar.
" God bless my soul ! " said Mr. Crisparkle.
" Amen ! " said Mr. Tartar.
And then they fell to shaking hands most heartily again.
"Imagine," exclaimed Mr. Crisparkle, with glistening
eyes: "Miss Rosa Bud and Mr. Grewgious, imagine Mr.
Tartar, when he was the smallest of juniors, diving for me,
catching me, a big heavy senior, by the hair of the head,
and striking out for the shore with me like a water-giant ! "
"Imagine my not letting him sink, as I was his fag!"
said Mr. Tartar. " But the truth being that he was my
best protector and friend, and did me more good than all
the masters put together, an irrational impulse seized me
to pick him up, or go down with him."
"Hem! Permit me, sir, to have the honour," said Mr.
Grewgious, advancing with extended hand, " for an honour
I truly esteem it. I am proud to make your acquaintance.
I hope you didn't take cold. I hope you were not incon-
venienced by swallowing too much water. How have you
been since? "
It was by no means apparent that Mr. Grewgious knew
what he said, though it was very apparent that he meant
to say something highly friendly and appreciative.
If Heaven, Rosa thought, had but sent such courage and
skill to her poor mother's aid ! And he to have been so
slight and young then !
"I don't wish to be complimented upon it, I thank you;
but I think I have an idea," Mr. Grewgious announced,
after taking a jog-trot or two across the room, so unex-
pected and unaccountable that they all stared at him, doubt-
ful whether he was choking or had the cramp—" I think I
have an idea. I believe I have had the pleasure of seeing
Mr. Tartar's name as tenant of the top set in the house
next the top set in the corner? "
" Yes, sir," returned Mr. Tartar. " You are right so far."
"I am right so far," said Mr. Grewgious. "Tick that
off; " which he did, with his right thumb on his left.
" Might you happen to know the name of your neighbour
in the top set on the other side of the party- wall? " coming
very close to Mr. Tartar, to lose nothing of his face, in his
shortness of sight
"Landless."
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"Tick that off," said Mr. Grewgious, taking another
trot, and then coming back. "No personal knowledge, I
suppose, sir? "
"Slight, but some."
" Tick that off," said Mr. Grewgious, taking another trot,
and again coming back. "Nature of knowledge, Mr. Tar-
tar? "
" I thought he seemed to be a young fellow in a poor
way, and I asked his leave — only within a day or so — to
share my flowers up there with him; that is to say, to ex-
tend my flower-garden to his windows."
" Would you have the kindness to take seats? " said Mr.
Grewgious. " I have an idea ! "
They complied; Mr. Tartar none the less readily, for
being all abroad; and Mr. Grewgious, seated in the centre,
with his hands upon his knees, thus stated his idea, with
his usual manner of having got the statement by heart.
" I cannot as yet make up my mind whether it is prudent
to hold open communication under present circumstances,
and on the part of the fair member of the present company,
with Mr. Neville or Miss Helena. I have reason to know
that a local friend of ours (on whom I beg to bestow a pass-
ing but a hearty malediction, with the kind permission of
my reverend friend) sneaks to and fro, and dodges up and
down. When not doing so himself, he may have some in-
formant skulking about, in the person of a watchman, por-
ter, or such-like hanger-on of Staple. On the other hand,
Miss Eosa very naturally wishes to see her friend Miss
Helena, and it would seem important that at least Miss
Helena (if not her brother too, through her) should pri-
vately know from Miss Rosa's lips what has occurred, and
what has been threatened. Am I agreed with generally
in the views I take? "
"I entirely coincide with them," said Mr. Crisparkle,
who had been very attentive.
"As I have no doubt I should," added Mr. Tartar, smil-
ing, "if I understood them." %
"Fair and softly, sir," said Mr. Grewgious; "we shall
fully confide in you directly, if you will favour us with
your permission. Now, if our local friend should have any
informant on the spot, it is tolerably clear that such in-
formant can only be set to watch the chambers in the occu-
pation of Mr. Neville. He reporting, to our local friend,
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who comes and goes there, our local friend would supply
for himself, from his own previous knowledge, the identity
of the parties. Nobody can be set to watch all Staple, or
to concern himself with comers and goers to other sets of
chambers: unless, indeed, mine."
" I begin to understand to what you tend," said Mr, Cris-
parkle, "and highly approve of your caution."
" I needn't repeat that I know nothing yet of the why
and wherefore," said Mr. Tartar ; "but I also understand
to what you tend, so let me say at once that my chambers
are freely at your disposal."
" There ! " cried Mr. Grewgious, smoothing his head tri-
xamphantly, "now we have all got the idea. You have it,
my dear? "
"I think I have," said Rosa, blushing a little as Mr.
Tartar looked quickly towards her.
" You see, you go over to Staple with Mr. Crisparkle and
Mr. Tartar," said Mr. Grewgious; "I going in and out, and
out and in alone, in my usual way; you go up with those
gentlemen to Mr. Tartar's rooms; you look into Mr. Tar-
tar's flower-garden; you wait for Miss Helena's appearance
there, or you signify to Miss Helena that you are close by;
and you communicate with her freely, and no spy can be
the wiser."
" I am very much afraid I shall be — "
" Be what, my dear? " asked Mr. Grewgious, as she hesi-
tated . " Not frightened ? "
"No, not that," said Rosa, shyly; "in Mr. Tartar's way.
We seem to be appropriating Mr. Tartar's residence so very
coolly."
"I protest to you," returned that gentleman, "that I
shall think the better of it for evermore, if your voice sounds
in it only once. "
Rosa, not quite knowing what to say about that, cast
down her eyes, and turning to Mr. Grewgious, dutifully
asked if she should put her hat on? Mr. Grewgious being
of opinion that she could not do better, she withdrew for
the purpose. Mr. Crisparkle took the opportunity of giv-
ing Mr. Tartar a summary of the distresses of Neville and
his sister; the opportunity was quite long enough, as the
hat happened to require a little extra fitting on.
Mr. Tartar gave his arm to Rosa, and Mr. Crispaikle
walked, detached, in front.
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" Poor, poor Eddy ! " thought Rosa, as they went along.
Mr. Tartar waved his right hand as he bent his head
down over Rosa, talking in an animated way.
"It was not so powerful or so sun-browned when it
saved Mr. Crisparkle," thought Rosa, glancing at it; "but
it must have been very steady and determined even then."
Mr. Tartar told her he had been a sailor, roving every-
where for years and years.
" When are you going to sea again? " asked Rosa.
"Never!"
Rosa wondered what the girls would say if they could
see her crossing the wide street on the sailor's arm. And
she fancied that the passers-by must think her very little
and very helpless, contrasted with the strong figure that
could have caught her up and carried her out of any dan-
ger, miles and miles without resting.
She was thinking further, that his far-seeing blue eyes
looked as if they had been used to watch danger afar off,
and to watch it without flinching, drawing nearer and
nearer : when, happening to raise her own eyes, she found
that he seemed to be thinking something about them.
This a little confused Rosebud, and may account for her
never afterwards quite knowing how she ascended (with
his help) to his garden in the air, and seemed to get into a
marvellous country that came into sudden bloom like the
country on the summit of the magic bean-stalk. May it
flourish for ever !
CHAPTER XXII.
A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON.
MR. TARTAR'S chambers were the neatest, the cleanest,
and the best-ordered chambers ever seen under the sun,
moon, and stars. The floors were scrubbed to that extent,
that you might have supposed the London blacks emanci-
pated for ever, and gone out of the land for good. Every
inch of brass- work in Mr. Tartar's possession was polished
and burnished, till it shone like a brazen mirror. No speck,
nor spot, nor spatter soiled the purity of any of Mr. Tar-
tar's household gods, large, small, or middle-sized. His
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sitting-room was like the admiral's cabin, his bath-room
was like a dairy, his sleeping-chamber, fitted all about with
lockers and drawers, was like a seedsman's shop; and his
nicely-balanced cot just stirred in the midst, as if it
breathed. Everything belonging to Mr. Tartar had quar-
ters of its own assigned to it : his maps and charts had
their quarters; his books had theirs; his brushes had theirs;
his boots had theirs; his clothes had theirs; his case-bot-
tles had theirs; his telescopes and other instruments had
theirs. Everything was readily accessible. Shelf, bracket,
locker, hook, and drawer were equally within reach, and
were equally contrived with a view to avoiding waste of
room, and providing some snug inches of stowage for some-
thing that would have exactly fitted nowhere else. His
gleaming little service of plate was so arranged upon his
sideboard as that a slack salt-spoon would have instantly
betrayed itself; his toilet implements were so arranged
upon his dressing-table as that a toothpick of slovenly de-
portment could have been reported at a glance. So with
the curiosities he had brought home from various voyages.
Stuffed, dried, repolished, or otherwise preserved, accord-
ing to their kind; birds, fishes, reptiles, arms, articles of
dress, shells, seaweeds, grasses, or memorials of coral reef;
each was displayed in its especial place, and each could
have been displayed in no better place. Paint and varnish
seemed to be kept somewhere out of sight, in constant readi-
ness to obliterate stray finger-marks wherever any might
become perceptible in Mr. Tartar's chambers. No man-of-
war was ever kept more spick and span from careless touch.
On this bright summer day, a neat awning was rigged over
Mr. Tartar's flower-garden as only a sailor could rig it;
and there was a sea-going air upon the whole effect, so de-
lightfully complete, that the flower-garden might have ap-
pertained to stern-windows afloat, and the whole concern
might have bowled away gallantly with all on board, if
Mr. Tartar had only clapped to his lips the speaking-trum-
pet that was slung in a corner, and given hoarse orders to
heave the anchor up, look alive there, men, and get all sail
upon her !
Mr. Tartar doing the honours of this gallant craft was of
a piece with the rest. When a man rides an amiable hobby
that shies at nothing and kicks nobody, it is only agreeable
to find him riding it with a humorous sense of the droll
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side of the creature. When the man is a cordial and an
earnest man by nature, and withal is perfectly fresh and
genuine, it may be doubted whether he is ever seen to
greater advantage than at such a time. So Rosa would
have naturally thought (even if she hadn't been conducted
over the ship with all the homage due to the First Lady of
the Admiralty, or First Fairy of the Sea), that it was charm-
ing to see and hear Mr. Tartar half laughing at, and half
rejoicing in, his various contrivances. So Rosa would have
naturally thought, anyhow, that the sunburnt sailor showed
to great advantage when, the inspection finished, he deli-
cately withdrew out of his admiral's cabin, beseeching her
to consider herself its Queen, and waving her free of his
flower-garden with the hand that had had Mr. Crisparkle's
life in it.
" Helena ! Helena Landless ! Are you there? "
" Who speaks to me? Not Rosa? " Then a second hand-
some face appearing.
" Yes, my darling ! "
" Why, how did you come here, dearest? "
"I — I don't quite know," said Rosa with a blush; "un-
less I am dreaming ! "
Why with a blush? For their two faces were alone with
the other flowers. Are blushes among the fruits of the
country of the magic bean-stalk?
" / am not dreaming," said Helena, smiling. " I should
take more for granted if I were. How do we come to-
gether— or so near together — so very unexpectedly? "
Unexpectedly indeed, among the dingy gables and chim-
ney-pots of P. J. T.'s connection, and the flowers that had
sprung from the salt sea. But Rosa, waking, told in a
hurry how they came to be together, and all the why and
wherefore of that matter.
"And Mr. Crisparkle is here," said Rosa, in rapid con-
clusion; "and, could you believe it? long ago he saved his
life ! "
" I could believe any such thing of Mr. Crisparkle," re-
turned Helena, with a mantling face.
(More blushes in the bean-stalk country !)
"Yes, but it wasn't Mr. Crisparkle," said Rosa, quickly
putting in the correction.
"I don't understand, love."
"It was very nice of Mr. Crisparkle to be saved," said
218 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
Rosa, "and he couldn't have shown his high opinion of
Mr. Tartar more expressively. But it was Mr. Tartar who
saved him."
Helena's dark eyes looked very earnestly at the bright
face among the leaves, and she asked, in a slower and more
thoughtful tone :
" Is Mr. Tartar with you now, dear? "
"No; because he has given up his rooms to me — to us, I
mean. It is such a beautiful place ! "
"Is it?"
" It is like the inside of the most exquisite ship that ever
sailed. It is like — it is like — "
" Like a dream? " suggested Helena.
Rosa answered with a little nod, and smelled the flowers.
Helena resumed, after a short pause of silence, during
which she seemed (or it was Rosa's fancy) to compassion-
ate somebody: "My poor Neville is reading in his own
room, the sun being so very bright on this side just now.
I think he had better not know that you are so near."
" 0, I think so too ! " cried Rosa very readily.
" I suppose," pursued Helena, doubtfully, " that he must
know by-and-bye all you have told me; but I am not sure.
Ask Mr. Crisparkle's advice, my darling. Ask him whether
I may tell Neville as much or as little of what you have
told me as I think best."
Rosa subsided into her state-cabin, and propounded the
question. The Minor Canon was for the free exercise of
Helena's judgment.
"I thank him very much," said Helena, when Rosa
emerged again with her report. "Ask him whether it
would be best to wait until any more maligning and pur-
suing of Neville on the part of this wretch shall disclose
itself, or to try to anticipate it : I mean, so far as to find
out whether any such goes on darkly about us? "
The Minor Canon found this point so difficult to give a
confident opinion on, that, after two or three attempts and
failures, he suggested a reference to Mr. Grewgious. Hel-
ena acquiescing, he betook himself (with a most unsuccess-
ful assumption of lounging indifference) across the quad-
rangle to P. J. T's., and stated it. Mr. Grewgious held de-
cidedly to the general principle, that if you could steal a
inarch upon a brigand or a wild beast, you had better do
itj and he also held decidedly to the special case, that
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John Jasper was a brigand and a wild beast in combina-
tion.
Thus advised, Mr. Crisparkle came back again and re-
ported to Rosa, who in her turn reported to Helena. She
now steadily pursuing her train of thought at her window,
considered thereupon.
"We may count on Mr. Tartar's readiness to help us,
Rosa? " she inquired.
0 yes ! Rosa shyly thought so. O yes, Rosa shyly be-
lieved she could almost answer for it. But should she ask
Mr. Crisparkle? " I think your authority on the point as
good as his, my dear," said Helena, sedately, "and you
needn't disappear again for that." Odd of Helena!
" You see, Neville," Helena pursued after more reflec-
tion, " knows no one else here : he has not so much as ex-
changed a word with any one else here. If Mr. Tartar
would call to see him openly and often; if he would spare
a minute for the purpose, frequently; if he would even do
so, almost daily; something might come of it."
" Something might come of it, dear? " repeated Rosa,
surveying her friend's beauty with a highly perplexed face.
" Something might? "
"If Neville's movements are really watched, and if the
purpose really is to isolate him from all friends and ac-
quaintance and wear his daily life out grain by grain (which
would seem to be the threat to you), does it not appear
likely," said Helena, "that his enemy would in some way
communicate with Mr. Tartar to warn him off from Nev-
ille? In which case, we might not only know the fact, but
might know from Mr. Tartar what the terms of the com-
munication were."
" I see ! " cried Rosa. And immediately darted into her
state-cabin again.
Presently her pretty face reappeared, with a greatly
heightened colour, and she said that she had told Mr. Cris-
parkle, and that Mr. Crisparkle had fetched in Mr. Tar-
tar, and that Mr. Tartar — " who is waiting now, in case
you want him," added Rosa, with a half look back, and in
not a little confusion between the inside of the state-cabin
and out — had declared his readiness to act as she had sug-
gested, and to enter on his task that very day.
" I thank him from my heart," said Helena. "Pray tell
him so."
220 THE MYSTERY OP EDWIN DROOD.
Again not a little confused between the Flower-garden
and the Cabin, Rosa dipped in with her message, and dipped
out again with more assurances from Mr. Tartar, and
stood wavering in a divided state between Helena and
him, which proved that confusion is not always necessarily
awkward, but may sometimes present a very pleasant ap-
pearance.
"And now, darling," said Helena, "we will be mindful
of the caution that has restricted us to this interview for
the present, and will part. I hear Neville moving too.
Are you going back? "
" To Miss Twinkleton's? » asked Rosa.
"Yes."
"0, I could never go there any more; I couldn't indeed,
after that dreadful interview ! " said Rosa.
"Then where are you going, pretty one? "
"Now I come to think of it, I don't know," said Rosa.
"I have settled nothing at all yet, but my guardian will
take care of me. Don't be uneasy, dear. I shall be sure
to be somewhere."
(It did seem likely.)
" And I shall hear of my Rosebud from Mr. Tartar? "
inquired Helena.
"Yes, I suppose so; from — " Rosa looked back again
in a nutter, instead of supplying the name " But tell me
one thing before we part, dearest Helena. Tell me that
you are sure, sure, sure, I couldn't help it."
"Help it, love?"
" Help making him malicious and revengeful. I couldn't
hold any terms with him, could I? "
" You know how I love you, darling," answered Helena,
with indignation; "but I would sooner see you dead at his
wicked feet."
" That's a great comfort to me ! And you will tell your
poor brother so, won't you? And you will give him my
remembrance and my sympathy? And you will ask him
not to hate me? "
With a mournful shake of the head, as if that would be
quite a superfluous entreaty, Helena lovingly kissed her
two hands to her friend, and her friend's two hands were
kissed to her; and then she saw a third hand (a brown one)
appear among the flowers and leaves, and help her friend
out of sight.
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 221
The reflection that Mr. Tartar produced in the Admiral's
Cabin by merely touching the spring knob of a locker and
the handle of a drawer, was a dazzling enchanted repast.
Wonderful macaroons, glittering liqueurs, magically-pre-
served tropical spices, and jellies of celestial tropical fruits,
displayed themselves profusely at an instant's notice. But
Mr. Tartar could not make time stand still; and time, with
his hardhearted fleetness, strode on so fast, that Rosa was
obliged to come down from the bean-stalk country to earth
and her guardian's chambers.
"And now, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, "what is to
be done next? To put the same thought in another form;
what is to be done with you? "
Rosa could only look apologetically sensible of being very
much in her own way and in everybody else's. Some pass-
ing idea of living, fireproof, up a good many stairs in Fur-
nival's Inn for the rest of her life, was the only thing in
the nature of a plan that occurred to her.
"It has come into my thoughts," said Mr. Grewgious,
" that as the respected lady, Miss Twinkleton, occasionally
repairs to London in the recess, with the view of extending
her connection, and being available for interviews with
metropolitan parents, if any — whether, until we have time
in which to turn ourselves round, we might invite Miss
Twinkleton to come and stay with you for a month? "
" Stay where, sir? "
" Whether," explained Mr. Grewgious, " we might take a
furnished lodging in town for a month, and invite Miss
Twinkleton to assume the charge of you in it for that
period ? "
"And afterwards?" hinted Rosa.
"And afterwards," said Mr. Grewgious, "we should be
no worse off than we are now."
" I think that might smooth the way," assented Rosa.
"Then let us," said Mr. Grewgious, rising, "go and look
for a furnished lodging. Nothing could be more acceptable
to me than the sweet presence of last evening, for all the
remaining evenings of my existence; but these are not fit
surroundings for a young lady. Let us set out in quest of
adventures, and look for a furnished lodging. In the mean-
time, Mr. Crisparkle here, about to return home immediate-
ly, will no doubt kindly see Miss Twiukleton, and invite
that lady to co-operate in our plan."
222 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
Mr. Crisparkle, willingly accepting the commission, took
his departure; Mr. Grewgious and his ward set forth on
their expedition.
As Mr. Grewgious' s idea of looking at a furnished lodg-
ing was to get on the opposite side of the stieet to a house
with a suitable bill in the window, and stare at it; and
then work his way tortuously to the back of the house, and
stare at that; and then not go in, but make similar trials of
another house, with the same result; their progress was
but slow. At length he bethought himself of a widowed
cousin, divers times removed, of Mr. Bazzard's, who had
once solicited his influence in the lodger world, and who
lived in Southampton Street, Bloomsbury Square. This
lady's name, stated in uncompromising capitals of consid-
erable size on a brass doorplate, and yet not lucidly as to
sex or condition, was BILLICKIN.
Personal faintness, and an overpowering personal can-
dour, were the distinguishing features of Mrs. Billickin's
organization. She came languishing out of her own exclu-
sive back parlour, with the air of having been expressly
brought-to for the purpose, from an accumulation of several
swoons.
" I hope I see you well, sir," said Mrs. Billickin, recog-
nising her visitor with a bend.
" Thank you, quite well. And you, ma'am? " returned
Mr. Grewgious.
"I am as well," said Mrs. Billickin, becoming aspira-
tional with excess of faintness, "as I hever ham."
"My ward and an elderly lady," said Mr. Grewgious,
" wish to find a genteel lodging for a month or so. Have
you any apartments available, ma'am? "
"Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, "I will not
deceive you; far from it. I have apartments available."
This with the air of adding : " Convey me to the stake,
if you will; but while I live, I will be candid."
"And now, what apartments, ma'am?" asked Mr. Grew-
gious, cosily. To tame a certain severity apparent on the
part of Mrs. Billickin.
"There is this sitting-room — which, call it what you
will, it is the front parlour, Miss," said Mrs. Billickin, im-
pressing Rosa into the conversation: "the back parlour
being what I cling to and never part with; and there is
two bedrooms at the top of the 'ouse with gas laid on. I
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 223
do not tell you that your bedroom floors is firm, for firm
they are not. The gas-fitter himself allowed, that to make
a firm job, he must go right under your jistes, and it were
not worth the outlay as a yearly tenant so to do. The pip-
ing is carried above your jistes, and it is best that it should
be made known to you."
Mr. Grewgious and Rosa exchanged looks of some dis-
may, though they had not the least idea what latent hor-
rors this carriage of the piping might involve. Mrs. Bil-
lickin put her hand to her heart, as having eased it of a load.
" Well ! The roof is all right, no doubt," said Mr. Grew-
gious, plucking up a little.
"Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, "if I was to
tell you, sir, that to have nothink above you is to have a
floor above you, I should put a deception upon you which I
will not do. No, sir. Your slates WILL rattle loose at that
elewation in windy weather, do your utmost, best or worst !
I defy you, sir, be you what you may, to keep your slates
tight, try how you can." Here Mrs. Billickin, having
been warm with Mr. Grewgious, cooled a little, not to abuse
the moral power she held over him. "Consequent," pro-
ceeded Mrs. Billickin, more mildly, but still firmly in her
incorruptible candour : " consequent it would be worse than
of no use for me to trapse and travel up to the top of the
'ouse with you, and for you to say, ' Mrs. Billickin, what
stain do I notice in the ceiling, for a stain I do consider
it? ' and for me to answer, ' I do not understand you, sir.'
No, sir, I will not be so underhand. I do understand you
before you pint it out. It is the wet, sir. It do come in,
and it do not come in. You may lay dry there half your
lifetime; but the time will come, and it is best that you
should know it, when a dripping sop would be no name for
you. "
Mr. Grewgious looked much disgraced by being prefigured
in this pickle.
" Have you any other apartments, ma'am? " he asked.
"Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, with much
solemnity, " I have. You ask me have I, and my open and
my honest answer air, I have. The first and second floors
is wacant, and sweet rooms."
"Come, come! There's nothing against them," said Mr.
Grewgious, comforting himself
"Mr. Grewgious," replied Mrs. Billickin, "pardon me,
224 THE MYSTERY OF EDWItf DROOD.
there is the stairs. Unless your mind is prepared for the
stairs, it will lead to inevitable disappointment. You can-
not, Miss," said Mrs. Billickin, addressing Rosa reproach-
fully, "place a first floor, and far less a second, on the
level footing of a parlour. No, you cannot do it, Miss, it
is beyond your power, and wherefore try? "
Mrs. Billickin put it very feelingly, as if Rosa had shown
a headstrong determination to hold the untenable position.
" Can we see these rooms, ma'am? " inquired her guar-
dian.
"Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, "you can. I
will not disguise it from you, sir; you can."
Mrs. Billickin then sent into her back-parlour for her
shawl (it being a state fiction, dating from immemorial an-
tiquity, that she could never go anywhere without being
wrapped up), and having been enrolled by her attendant,
led the way. She made various genteel pauses on the stairs
for breath, and clutched at her heart in the drawing-room
as if it had very nearly got loose, and she had caught it in
the act of taking wing.
" And the second floor? " said Mr. Grewgious, on finding
the first satisfactory.
"Mr. Grewgious," replied Mrs. Billickin, turning upon
him with ceremony, as if the time had now come when a
distinct understanding on a difficult point must be arrived
at, and a solemn confidence established, " the second floor
is over this."
" Can we see that too, ma'am? "
"Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Billickin, "it is open as the
day."
That also proving satisfactory, Mr. Grewgious retired
into a window with Rosa for a few words of consultation,
and then asking for pen and ink, sketched out a line or two
of agreement. In the meantime Mrs. Billickin took a seat,
and delivered a kind of Index to, or Abstract of, the gen-
eral question.
" Five-and-forty shillings per week by the month certain
at the time of year," said Mrs. Billickin, "is only reason-
able to both parties. It is not Bond-street nor yet St.
James's Palace; but it is not pretended that it is. Neither
is it attempted to be denied — for why should it? — that the
Arching leads to a mews. Mewses must exist. Respecting
attendance; two is kep', at liberal, wages. Words ha*
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arisen as to tradesmen, but dirty shoes on the fresh hearth-
stoning was attributable, and no wish for a commission on
your orders. Coals is either by the fire, or per the scuttle."
She emphasised the prepositions as marking a subtle but im-
mense difference. " Dogs is not viewed with favour. Be-
sides litter, they gets stole, and sharing suspicions is apt
to creep in, and unpleasantness takes place."
By this time Mr. Grewgious had his agreement-lines, and
his earnest-money, ready. "I have signed it for the ladies,
ma'am," he said, "and you'll have the goodness to sign it
for yourself, Christian and Surname, there, if you please."
"Mr. Grewgious, ".said Mrs. Billickin in a new burst of
candour, "no, sir! You must excuse the Christian name."
Mr. Grewgious stared at her.
"The doorplate is used as a protection," said Mrs. Bil-
lickin, "and acts as such, and go from it 1 will not."
Mr. Grewgious stared at Rosa.
" No, Mr. Grewgious, you must excuse me. So long as
this 'ouse is known indefinite as Billickin's, and so long
as it is a doubt with the riff-raff where Billickin may be
hidin', near the street-door or down the airy, and what his
weight and size, so long I feel safe. But commit myself
to a solitary female statement, no, Miss ! Nor would you
for a moment wish," said Mrs. Billickin, with a strong
sense of injury, " to take that advantage of your sex, if you
were not brought to it by inconsiderate example."
Rosa reddening as if she had made some most disgraceful
attempt to overreach the good lady, besought Mr. Grew-
gious to rest content with any signature. And accordingly,
in a baronial way, the sign-manual BILLICKIN got appended
to the document.
Details were then settled for taking possession on the
next day but one, when Miss Twinkleton might be reason-
ably expected; and Rosa went back to Furnival's Inn on
her guardian's arm.
Behold Mr. Tartar walking up and down Furnival's Inn,
checking himself when he saw them coming, and advancing
towards them!
"It occurred to me," hinted Mr. Tartar, "that we might
go up the river, the weather being so delicious and the tide
serving. I have a boat of my own at the Temple Stairs."
" I have not been up the river for this many a day," said
Mr. Grewgious, tempted.
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THE MYSTERY OP EDWIN DROOD.
"I was never up the river," added Rosa.
Within half an hour they were setting this matter right
by going up the river. The tide was running with them,
the afternoon was charming. Mr. Tartar's boat was per-
fect. Mr. Tartar and Lobley (Mr. Tartar's man) pulled a
pair of oars. Mr. Tartar had a yacht, it seemed, lying
somewhere down by Greenhithe; and Mr. Tartar's man
had charge of this yacht, and was detached upon his pres-
ent service. He was a jolly favoured man, with tawny hair
and whiskers, and a big red face. He was the dead image
of the sun in old woodcuts, his hair and whiskers answering
for rays all around him. Resplendent in the bow of the
boat, he was a shining sight, with a man-of-war's man's
shirt on — or off, according to opinion — and his arms and
breast tattooed all sorts of patterns. Lobley seemed to take
it easily, and so did Mr. Tartar; yet their oars bent as they
pulled, and the boat bounded under them. Mr. Tartar
talked as if he were doing nothing, to Rosa who was really
doing nothing, and to Mr. Grewgious who was doing this
much that he steered all wrong; but what did that matter,
when a turn of Mr. Tartar's skilful wrist, or a mere grin of
Mr. Lobley 's over the bow, put all to rights! The tide
bore them on in the gayest and most sparkling manner,
until they stopped to dine in some everlastingly-green gar-
den, needing no matter-of-fact identification here; and then
the tide obligingly turned — being devoted to that party
alone for that day; and as they floated idly among some
osier-beds, Rosa tried what she could do in the rowing
way, and came off splendidly, being much assisted; and
Mr. Grewgious tried what he could do, and came off on his
back, doubled up with an oar under his chin, being not as-
sisted at all. Then there was an interval of rest under
boughs (such rest!) what time Mr. Lobley mopped, and,
arranging cushions, stretchers, and the like, danced the
tight-rope the whole length of the boat like a man to whom
shoes were a superstition and stockings slavery; and then
came the sweet return among delicious odours of limes in
bloom, and musical ripplings; and, all too soon, the great
black city cast its shadow on the waters, and its dark
bridges spanned them as death spans life, and the everlast-
ingly-green garden seemed to be left for everlasting, unre-
gainable, and far away.
" Cannot people get through life without gritty stages, T
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. '227
wonder? " Rosa thought next day, when the town was very
gritty again, and everything had a strange and an uncom-
fortable appearance of seeming to wait for something that
wouldn't come. No. She began to think, that, now the
Cloisterham school-days had glided past and gone, the
gritty stages would begin to set in at intervals and make
themselves wearily known!
Yet what did Rosa expect? Did she expect Miss Twin-
kleton? Miss Twinkleton duly came. Forth from her
back-parlour issued the Billickin to receive Miss Twinkle-
ton, and War was in the Billickin' s eye from that fell
moment.
Miss Twinkleton brought a quantity of luggage with her,
having all Rosa's as well as her own. The Billickin took
it ill that Miss Twinkleton's mind, being sorely disturbed
by this luggage, failed to take in her personal identity with
that clearness of perception which was due to its demands.
Stateliness mounted her gloomy throne upon the Billickin's
brow in consequence. And when Miss Twinkleton, in agi-
tation taking stock of her trunks and packages, of which
she had seventeen, particularly counted in the Billickin
herself as number eleven, the B. found it necessary to
repudiate.
"Things cannot too soon be put upon the footing," said
she, with a candour so demonstrative as to be almost ob-
trusive, " that the person of the 'ouse is not a box nor yet
a bundle, nor a carpet-bag. No, I am 'ily obleeged to you,
Miss Twinkleton, nor yet a beggar."
This last disclaimer had reference to Miss Twinkleton's
distractedly pressing two-and-sixpence on her, instead of
the cabman.
Thus cast off, Miss Twinkleton wildly inquired, " which
gentleman" Avas to be paid? There being two gentlemen
in that position (Miss Twinkleton having arrived with two
cabs), each gentleman on being paid held forth his two-
and-sixpence on the flat of his open hand, and, with a
speechless stare and a dropped jaw, displayed his wrong to
heaven and earth. Terrified by this alarming spectacle,
Miss Twinkleton placed another shilling in each hand; at
the same time appealing to the law in flurried accents, and
recounting her luggage this time with the two gentlemen
in, who caused the total to come out complicated. Mean-
while the two gentlemen, each looking very hard at the last
228 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
shilling grumblingly, as if it might become eighteenpence
if he kept his eyes on it, descended the doorsteps, ascended
their carriages, and drove away, leaving Miss Twinkleton
on a bonnet-box in tears.
The Billickin beheld this manifestation of weakness
without sympathy, and gave directions for " a young man
to be got in" to wrestle with the luggage. When that
gladiator had disappeared from the arena, peace ensued,
and the new lodgers dined.
But the Billickin had somehow come to the knowledge
that Miss Twinkleton kept a school. The leap from that
knowledge to the inference that Miss Twiukleton set her-
self to teach her something, was easy. " But you don't do
it," soliloquised the Billickin; " /am not your pupil, what-
ever she," meaning Rosa, " may be, poor thing! "
Miss Twinkleton, on the other hand, having changed her
dress and recovered her spirits, was animated by a bland
desire to improve the occasion in all ways, and to be as
serene a model as possible. In a happy compromise be-
tween her two states of existence, she had already become,
with her workbasket before her, the equably vivacious com-
panion with a slight judicious flavouring of information,
when the Billickin announced herself.
"I will not hide from you, ladies," said the B., envel-
oped in the shawl of state, " for it is not my character to
hide neither my motives nor my actions, that I take the
liberty to look in upon you to express a 'ope that your din-
ner was to your liking. Though not Professed but Plain,
still her wages should be a sufficient object to her to stimu-
late to soar above mere roast and biled. "
"We dined very well indeed," said Rosa, "thank you."
"Accustomed," said Miss Twinkleton with a gracious
air, which to the jealous ears of the Billickin seemed to add
" my good woman " — " accustomed to a liberal and nutri-
tious, yet plain and salutary diet, we have found no reason
to bemoan our absence from the ancient city, and the me-
thodical household, in which the quiet routine of our lot
has been hitherto cast."
I did think it well to mention to my cook," observed
the Billickin with a gush of candour, " which I 'ope you
will agree with, Miss Twinkleton, was a right precaution,
that the young lady being used to what we should consider
here but poor diet, had better be brought forward by de-
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 229
grees. For, a rush from scanty feeding to generous feed-
ing, and from what you may call messing to what you may
call method, do require a power of constitution which is
not often found in youth, particular when undermined by
boarding-school ! "
It will be seen that the Billickin now openly pitted her-
self against Miss Twinkleton, as one whom she had fully
ascertained to be her natural enemy.
" Your remarks," returned Miss Twinkleton, from a re-
mote moral eminence, "are well meant, I have no doubt;
but you will permit me to observe that they develop a mis-
taken view of the subject, which can only be imputed to
your extreme want of accurate information."
" My informiation," retorted the Billickin, throwing in an
extra syllable for the sake of emphasis at once polite and
powerful — " my informiation, Miss Twinkleton, were my
own experience, which I believe is usually considered to
be good guidance. But whether so or not, I was put in
youth to a very genteel boarding-school, the mistress
being no less a lady than yourself, of about your own
age or it may be some years younger, and a poorness of
blood flowed from the table which has run through my
life."
"Very likely," said Miss Twinkleton, still from her dis-
tant eminence; "and very much to be deplored. — Rosa, my
dear, how are you getting on with your work? "
"Miss Twinkleton," resumed the Billickin, in a courtly
manner, "before retiring on the 'int, as a lady should, I
wish to ask of yourself, as a lady, whether I am to consider
that my words is doubted? "
" I am not aware on what ground you cherish such a sup-
position," began Miss Twinkleton, when the Billickin neatly
stopped her.
" Do not, if you please, put suppositions betwixt my lips
where none such have been imparted by myself. Your flow
of words is great, Miss Twinkleton, and no doubt is ex-
pected from you by your pupils, and no doubt is considered
worth the money. No doubt, I am sure. But not paying
for flows of words, and not asking to be favoured with them
here, I wish to repeat my question."
"If you refer to the poverty of your circulation," began
Miss Twinkleton, when again the Billickin neatly stopped
her.
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"I have used no such expressions."
"If you refer, then, to the poorness of your blood — '
"Brought upon me," stipulated the Billickin, expressly,
" at a boarding-school — "
"Then," resumed Miss Twinkleton, "all I can say is,
that I am bound to believe, on your asseveration, that it is
very poor indeed. I cannot forbear adding, that if that
unfortunate circumstance influences your conversation, it is
much to be lamented, and it is eminently desirable that
your blood were richer. — Rosa, my dear, how are you get-
ting on with your work? "
"Hem! Before retiring, Miss," proclaimed the Billickin
to Rosa, loftily cancelling Miss Twinkleton, " I should wish
it to be understood between yourself and me that my trans-
actions in future is with you alone. I know no elderly
lady here, Miss, none older than yourself."
"A highly desirable arrangement, Rosa my dear," ob-
served Miss Twinkleton.
"It is not, Miss," said the Billickin, with a sarcastic
smile, " that I possess the Mill I have heard of, in which
old single ladies could be ground up young (what a gift it
would be to some of us), but that I limit myself to you
totally."
" When I have any desire to communicate a request to
the person of the house, Rosa my dear," observed Miss
Twinkleton with majestic cheerfulness, "I will make it
known to you, and you will kindly undertake, I am sure,
that it is conveyed to the proper quarter."
"Good evening, Miss," said the Billickin, at once affec-
tionately and distantly. " Being alone in my eyes, I wish
you good evening with best wishes, and do not find myself
drove, I am truly 'appy to say, into expressing my con-
tempt for an indiwidual, unfortunately for yourself, be-
longing to you."
The Billickin gracefully withdrew with this parting
speech, and from that time Rosa occupied the restless posi-
tion of shuttlecock between these two battledores. Nothing
could be done without a smart match being played out.
Thus, on the daily-arising question of dinner, Miss Twin-
kleton would say, the three being present together :
"Perhaps, my love, you will consult with the person of
the house, whether she can procure us a lamb's fry; or,
failing that, a roast fowl."
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On which the Billickiu would retort (Rosa not having
spoken a word), " If you was better accustomed to butcher's
meat, Miss, you would not entertain the idea of a lamb's
fry. Firstly, because lambs has long been sheep, and sec-
ondly, because there is such things as killing-days, and
there is not. As to roast fowls, Miss, why you must be
quite surfeited with roast fowls, letting alone your buying,
when you market for yourself, the agedest of poultry with
the scaliest of legs, quite as if you was accustomed to pick-
ing 'em out for cheapness. Try a little inwention, Miss.
Use yourself to 'ousekeeping a bit. Come now, think of
somethink else."
To this encouragement, offered with the indulgent toler-
ation of a wise and liberal expert, Miss Twinkleton would
rejoin, reddening:
" Or, my dear, you might propose to the person of the
house a duck."
" Well, Miss ! " the Billickin would exclaim (still no word
being spoken by Rosa), "you do surprise me when you
speak of ducks ! Not to mention that they're getting out
of season and very dear, it really strikes to my heart to see
you have a duck; for the breast, which is the only delicate
cuts in a duck, always goes in a direction which I cannot
imagine where, and your own plate comes down so miser-
ably skin-and-bony ! Try again, Miss. Think more of
yourself, and less of others. A dish of sweetbreads now,
or a bit of mutton. Something at which you can get your
equalchance."
Occasionally the game would wax very brisk indeed,
and would be kept up with a smartness rendering such
an encounter as this quite tame. But the Billickin al-
most invariably made by far the higher score; and
would come in with side hits of the most unexpected
and extraordinary description, when she seemed without
a chance.
All this did not improve the gritty state of things in
London, or the air that London had acquired in Rosa's eyes
of waiting for something that never came. Tired of work-
ing, and conversing with Miss Twinkleton, she suggested
working and reading: to which Miss Twinkleton readily
assented, as an admirable reader, of tried powers. But
Rosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twinkleton didn't
read fairly. She cut the love-scenes, interpolated passages
232 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
in praise of female celibacy, and was guilty of other glar-
ing pious frauds. As an instance in point, take the glow-
ing passage: "Ever dearest and best adored, — said Ed-
ward, clasping the dear head to his breast, and drawing the
silken hair through his caressing fingers, from which he
suffered it to fall like golden rain, — ever dearest and best
adored, let us fly from the unsympathetic world and the
sterile coldness of the stony-hearted, to the rich warm Para-
dise of Trust and Love." Miss Twinkleton's fraudulent
version tamely ran thus : " Ever engaged to me with the
consent of our parents on both sides, and the approbation
of the silver-haired rector of the district, — said Edward,
respectfully raising to his lips the taper fingers so skilful
in embroidery, tambour, crochet, and other truly feminine
arts, — let me call on thy papa ere to-morrow's dawn has
sunk into the west, and propose a suburban establishment,
lowly it may be, but within our means, where he will be
always welcome as an evening guest, and where every ar-
rangement shall invest economy, and constant interchange
of scholastic acquirements with the attributes of the minis-
tering angel to domestic bliss."
As the days crept on and nothing happened, the neigh-
bours began to say that the pretty girl at Billickin's who
looked so wistfully and so much out of the gritty windows
of the drawing-room, seemed to be losing her spirits. The
pretty girl might have lost them but for the accident of
lighting on some books of voyages and sea-adventure. As
a compensation against their romance, Miss Twinkleton,
reading aloud, made the most of all the latitudes and lon-
gitudes, bearings, winds, currents, offsets, and other statis-
tics (which she felt to be none the less improving because
they expressed nothing whatever to her); while Rosa, lis-
tening intently, made the most of what was nearest to her
heart. So they both did better than before.
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CHAPTER XXIII.
THE DAWN AGAIN.
ALTHOUGH Mr. Crisparkle and John Jasper met daily
under the Cathedral roof, nothing at any time passed be-
tween them having reference to Edwin Drood, after the
time, more than half a year gone by, when Jasper mutely
showed the Minor Canon the conclusion and the resolution
entered in his Diary. It is not likely that they ever met,
though so often, without the thoughts of each reverting to
the subject. It is not likely that they ever met, though so
often, without a sensation on the part of each that the other
was a perplexing secret to him. Jasper as the denouncer
and pursuer of Neville Landless, and Mr. Crisparkle as his
consistent advocate and protector, must at least have stood
sufficiently in opposition to have speculated with keen in-
terest on the steadiness and next direction of the other's
designs. But neither ever broached the theme.
False pretence not being in the Minor Canon's nature, he
doubtless displayed openly that he would at any time have
revived the subject, and even desired to discuss it. The
determined reticence of Jasper, however, was not to be so
approached. Impassive, moody, solitary, resolute, so con-
centrated on one idea, and on its attendant fixed purpose,
that he would share it with no fellow-creature, he lived
apart from human life. Constantly exercising an Art which
brought him into mechanical harmony with others, and
which could not have been pursued unless he and they had
been in the nicest mechanical relations and unison, it is
curious to consider that the spirit of the man was in moral
accordance or interchange with nothing around him. This
indeed he had confided to his lost nephew, before the occa-
sion for his present inflexibility arose.
That he must know of Rosa's abrupt departure, and that
he must divine its cause, was not to be doubted. Did he
suppose that he had terrified her into silence? or did he
suppose that she had imparted to any one — to Mr. Crispar-
kle himself, for instance — the particulars of his last inter-
view with her? Mr. Crisparkle could not determine this
234 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOB.
in his mind. He could not but admit, however, as a just
man, that it was not, of itself, a crime to fall in love with
Rosa, any more than it was a crime to offer to set love
above revenge.
The dreadful suspicion of Jasper, which Rosa was so
shocked to have received into her imagination, appeared to
have no harbour in Mr. Crisparkle's. If it ever haunted
Helena's thoughts or Neville's, neither gave it one spoken
word of utterance. Mr. Grewgious took no pains to con-
ceal his implacable dislike of Jasper, yet he never referred
it, however distantly, to such a source. But he was a ret-
icent as well as an eccentric man; and he made no mention
of a certain evening when he warmed his hands at the gate-
house fire, and looked steadily down upon a certain heap
of torn and miry clothes upon the floor.
Drowsy Cloisterham, whenever it awoke to a passing re-
consideration of a story above six months old and dismissed
by the bench of magistrates, was pretty equally divided in
opinion whether John Jasper's beloved nephew had been
killed by his treacherously passionate rival, or in an open
struggle; or had, for his own purposes, spirited himself
away. It then lifted up its head, to notice that the be-
reaved Jasper was still ever devoted to discovery and re-
venge; and then dozed off again. This was the condition
of matters, all round, at the period to which the present
history has now attained.
The Cathedral doors have closed for the night; and the
Choir-master, on a short leave of absence for two or three
services, sets his face towards London. He travels thither
by the means by which Rosa travelled, and arrives, as Rosa
arrived, on a hot, dusty evening.
His travelling baggage is easily carried in his hand, and
he repairs with it on foot, to a hybrid hotel in a little
square behind Aldersgate Street, near the General Post
Office. It is hotel, boarding-house, or lodging-house, at its
visitor's option. It announces itself, in the new Railway
Advertisers, as a novel enterprise, timidly beginning to
spring up. It bashfully, almost apologetically, gives the
traveller to understand that it does not expect him, on the
good old constitutional hotel plan, to order a pint of sweet
blacking for his drinking, and throw it away; but insinu-
ates that he may have his boots blacked instead of his
stomach, and maybe also have bed, breakfast, attendance,
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and a porter up all night, for a certain fixed charge. From
these and similar premises, many true Britons in the lowest
spirits deduce that the times are levelling times, except in
the article of high roads, of which there will shortly be not
one in England.
He eats without appetite, and soon goes forth again.
Eastward and still eastward through the stale streets he
takes his way, until he reaches his destination : a miserable
court, specially miserable among many such.
He ascends a broken staircase, opens a door, looks into a
dark stifling room, and says : " Are you alone here? "
"Alone, deary; worse luck for me, and better for you,"
replies a croaking voice. "Come in, come in, whoever you
be : I can't see you till I light a match, yet I seem to know
the sound of your speaking. I'm acquainted with you,
ain't I? »
"Light your match, and try."
" So I will, deary, so I will; but my hand that shakes,
as I can't lay it on a match all in a moment. And I cough
so, that, put my matches where I may, I never find 'em
there. They jump and start, as I cough and cough, like
live things. Are you off a voyage, deary? "
"No."
"Not seafaring?"
"No."
" Well, there's land customers, and there's water cus-
tomers. I'm a mother to both. Different from Jack China-
man t'other side the court. He ain't a father to neither.
It ain't in him. And he ain't got the true secret of mix-
ing, though he charges as much as me that has, and more
if he can get it. Here's a match, and now where 's the can-
dle? If my cough takes me, I shall cough out twenty
matches afore I gets a light."
But she finds the candle, and lights it, before the cough
comes on. It seizes her in the moment of success, and she
sits down rocking herself to and fro, and gasping at inter-
vals: "0, my lungs is awful bad! my lungs is wore away
to cabbage-nets ! " until the fit is over. During its continu-
ance she has had no power of sight, or any other power not
absorbed in the struggle; but as it leaves her, she begins
to strain her eyes, and as soon as she is able to articulate,
she cries, staring :
"Why, it's you!"
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" Are you so surprised to see me? "
" I thought I never should have seen you again, deary.
I thought you was dead, and gone to Heaven. "
"Why?"
"I didn't suppose you could have kept away, alive, so
long, from the poor old soul with the real receipt for
mixing it. And you are in mourning too! Why didn't
you come and have a pipe or two of comfort? Did they
leave you money, perhaps, and so you didn't want com-
fort? "
"No."
" Who was they as died, deary? "
"A relative."
" Died of what, lovey? "
"Probably, Death."'
" We are short to-night ! " cries the woman, with a pro-
pitiatory laugh. " Short and snappish we are ! But we're
out of sorts for want of a smoke. We've got the all-overs,
haven't us, deary? But this is the place to cure 'em in;
this is the place where the all-overs is smoked off."
"You may make ready, then," replies the visitor, "as
soon as you like."
He divests himself of his shoes, loosens his cravat, and
lies across the foot of the squalid bed, with his head rest-
ing on his left hand.
"Now you begin to look like yourself," says the woman
approvingly. " Now 1 begin to know my old customer in-
deed ! Been trying to mix for yourself this long time, pop-
pet? "
"I have been taking it now and then in my own way."
"Never take it your own way. It ain't good for trade,
and it ain't good for you. Where's my inkbottle, and
where's my thimble, and where's my little spoon? He's
going to take it in a artful form now, my deary dear ! "
Entering on her process, and beginning to bubble and
blow at the faint spark enclosed in the hollow of her hands,
she speaks from time to time, in a tone of snuffling satis-
faction, without leaving off. When he speaks, he does so
without looking at her, and as if his thoughts were already
roaming away by anticipation.
" I've got a pretty many smokes ready for you, first and
last, haven't I, chuckey? "
" A good many."
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"When you first come, you was quite new to it; warn't
ye?"
"Yes, I was easily disposed of, then."
" But you got on in the world, and was able by-and-bye
to take your pipe with the best of 'em, warn't ye? "
"Ah; and the worst."
"It's just ready for you. What a sweet singer you was
when you first come ! Used to drop your head, and sing
yourself off like a bird! It's ready for you now, deary."
He takes it from her with great care, and puts the
mouthpiece to his lips. She seats herself beside him, ready
to refill the pipe. After inhaling a few whiffs in silence,
he doubtingly accosts her with :
" Is it as potent as it used to be? "
" What do you speak of, deary? "
"What should I speak of, but what I have in my
mouth? "
"It's just the same. Always the identical same."
"It doesn't taste so. And it's slower."
"You've got more used to it, you see."
" That may be the cause, certainly. Look here. " He stops,
becomes dreamy, and seems to forget that he has invited
her attention. She bends over him, and speaks in his
ear.
"I'm attending to you. Says you just now, Look here.
Says I now, I'm attending to ye. We was talking just be-
fore of your being used to it."
"I know all that. I was only thinking. Look here.
Suppose you had something in your mind; something you
were going to do."
" Yes, deary; something I was going to do? "
"But had not quite determined to do."
"Yes, deary."
"Might or might not do, you understand."
"Yes." With the point of a needle she stirs the con-
tents of the bowl.
" Should you do it in your fancy, when you were lying
here doing this? "
She nods her head. " Over and over again."
" Just like me ! I did it over and over again. I have
done it hundreds of thousands of times in this room."
"It's to be hoped it was pleasant to do, deary."
" It was pleasant to do ! "
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He says this with a savage air, and a spring or start at
her. Quite unmoved she retouches and replenishes the con-
tents of the bowl with her little spatula. Seeing her intent
upon the occupation, he sinks into his former attitude.
"It was a journey, a difficult and dangerous journey.
That was the subject in my mind. A hazardous and peril-
ous journey, over abysses where a slip would be destruc-
tion. Look down, look down ! You see what lies at the
bottom there? "
He has darted forward to say it, and to point at the
ground, as though at some imaginary object far beneath.
The woman looks at him, as his spasmodic face approaches
close to hers, and not at his pointing. She seems to know
what the influence of her perfect quietude would be; if so,
she has not miscalculated it, for he subsides again.
" Well; I have told you I did it here hundreds of thou-
sands of times. What do I say? I did it millions and
billions of times. I did it so often, and through such vast
expanses of time, that when it was really done, it seemed
not worth the doing, it was done so soon."
"That's the journey you have been away upon," she
quietly remarks.
He glares at her as he smokes; and then, his eyes be-
coming filmy, answers: "That's the journey."
Silence ensues. His eyes are sometimes closed and some-
times open. The woman sits beside him, very attentive to
the pipe, which is all the while at his lips.
"I'll warrant," she observes, when he has been looking
fixedly at her for some consecutive moments, with a singu-
lar appearance in his eyes of seeming to see her a long way
off, instead of so near him: "I'll warrant you made the
journey in a many ways, when you made it so often? "
"No, always in one way."
" Always in the same way? "
"Ay."
" In the way in which it was really made at last? "
"Ay."
" And always took the same pleasure in harping on it?"
"Ay."
For the time he appears unequal to any other reply than
this lazy monosyllabic assent. Probably to assure herself
that it is not the assent of a mere automaton, she reverses
the form of her next sentence.
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"Did you never get tired of it, deary, arid try to call up
something else for a change? "
He struggles into a sitting posture, and retorts upon her :
" What do you mean? What did I want? What did I
come for? "
She gently lays him back again, and before returning
him the instrument he has dropped, revives the fire in it
with her own breath; then says to him, coaxingly :
" Sure, sure, sure ! Yes, yes, yes ! Now I go along with
you. You was too quick for me. I see now. You come
o' purpose to take the journey. Why, I might have known
it, through its standing by you so."
He answers first with a laugh, and then with a passion-
ate setting of his teeth: "Yes, I came on purpose. When
I could not bear my life, I came to get the relief, and I got
it. It WAS one ! It WAS one ! " This repetition with ex-
traordinary vehemence, and the snarl of a wolf.
She observes him very cautiously, as though mentally
feeling her way to her next remark. It is : " There was a
fellow-traveller, deary."
" Ha, ha, ha ! " He breaks into a ringing laugh, or rather
yell.
"To think," he cries, "how often a fellow-traveller, and
yet not know it ! To think how many times he went the
journey, and never saw the road ! "
The woman kneels upon the floor, with her arms crossed
on the coverlet of the bed, close by him, and her chin upon
them. In this crouching attitude she watches him. The
pipe is falling from his mouth. She puts it back, and lay-
ing her hand upon his chest, moves him slightly from side
to side. Upon that he speaks, as if she had spoken.
" Yes ! I always made the journey first, before the
changes of colours and the great landscapes and glittering
processions began. They couldn't begin till it was off my
mind. I had no room till then for anything else."
Once more he lapses into silence. Once more she lays
her hand upon his chest, and moves him slightly to and
fro, as a cat might stimulate a half-slain mouse. Once
more he speaks, as if she had spoken.
" What? I told you so. When it comes to be real at
last, it is so short that it seems unreal for the first time.
Hark ! "
"Yes, deary. I'm listening."
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"Time and place are both at hand."
He is on his feet, speaking in a whisper, and as if in the
dark.
"Time, place, and fellow-traveller," she suggests, adopt-
ing his tone, and holding him softly by the arm.
" How could the time be at hand unless the fellow-trav-
eller was? Hush! The journey's made. It's over."
" So soon? "
"That's what I said to you. So soon. Wait a little.
This is a vision. I shall sleep it off. It has been too short
and easy. I must have a better vision than this; this is
the poorest of all. No struggle, no consciousness of peril,
no entreaty — and yet I never saw that before." With a
start.
" Saw what, deary? "
" Look at it ! Look what a poor, mean, miserable thing
it is ! That must be real. It's over."
He has accompanied this incoherence with some wild un-
meaning gestures; but they trail off into the progressive
inaction of stupor, and he lies a log upon the bed.
The woman, however, is still inquisitive. With a repe-
tition of her cat-like action she slightly stirs his body again,
and listens; stirs again, and listens; whispers to it, and
listens. Finding it past all rousing for the time, she slowly
gets upon her feet, with an air of disappointment, and flicks
the face with the back of her hand in turning from it.
But she goes no further away from it than the chair upon
the hearth. She sits in it, with an elbow on one of its
arms, and her chin upon her hand, intent upon him. " I
heard ye say once," she croaks under her breath, " I heard
ye say once, when I was lying where you're lying, and you
were making your speculations upon me, ' Unintelligible ! '
I heard you say so, of two more than me. But don't ye be
too sure always; don't ye be too sure, beauty! "
Unwinking, cat-like, and intent, she presently adds:
" Not so potent as it once was? Ah ! Perhaps not at first.
You may be more right there. Practice makes perfect. I
may have learned the secret how to make ye talk, deary."
He talks no more, whether or no. Twitching in an ugly
way from time to time, both as to his face and limbs, he
lies heavy and silent. The wretched candle burns down ;
the woman takes its expiring end between her fingers,
lights another at it, crams the guttering frying morsel deep
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 241
into the candlestick, and rams it home with the new candle,
as if she were loading some ill-savoured and unseemly
weapon of witchcraft; the new candle in its turn burns
down; and still he lies insensible. At length what remains
of the last candle is blown out, and daylight looks into the
room.
It has not looked very long, when he sits up, chilled and
shaking, slowly recovers consciousness of where he is, and
makes himself ready to depart. The woman receives what
he pays her with a grateful, " Bless ye, bless ye, deary ! "
and seems, tired out, to begin making herself ready for
sleep as he leaves the room.
But seeming may be false or true. It is false in this
case; for, the moment the stairs have ceased to creak under
his tread, she glides after him, muttering emphatically:
"I'll not miss ye twice! "
There is DO egress from the court but by its entrance.
With a weird peep from the doorway, she watches for his
looking back. He does not look back before disappearing,
with a wavering step. She follows him, peeps from the
court, sees him still faltering on without looking back, and
holds him in view.
He repairs to the back of Aldersgate Street, where a
door immediately opens to his knocking. She crouches in
another doorway, watching that one, and easily comprehend-
ing that he puts iip temporarily at that house. Her pa-
tience is unexhausted by hours. For sustenance she can,
and does, buy bread within a hundred yards, and milk as
it is carried past her.
He comes forth again at noon, having changed his dress,
but carrying nothing in his hand, and having nothing car-
ried for him. He is not going back into the country,
therefore, just yet. She follows him a little way, hesi-
tates, instantaneously turns confidently, and goes straight
into the house he has quitted.
" Is the gentleman from Cloisterham indoors? "
"Just gone out."
"Unlucky. When does the gentleman return to Clois-
terham? "
"At six this evening."
" Bless ye and thank ye. May the Lord prosper a busi-
ness where a civil question, even from a poor soul, is so
civilly answered!"
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" I'll not miss ye twice ! " repeats the poor soul in the
street, and not so civilly. " I lost ye last, where that om-
nibus you got into nigh your journey's end plied betwixt
the station and the place. I wasn't so much as certain that
you even went right on to the place. Now I know ye did.
My gentleman from Cloisterham, I'll be there before ye,
and bide your coming. I've swore my oath that I'll not
miss ye twice ! "
Accordingly, that same evening the poor soul stands in
Cloisterham High Street, looking at the many quaint gables
of the Nuns' House, arid getting through the time as she
best can until nine o'clock; at which hour she has reason
to suppose that the arriving omnibus passengers may have
some interest for her. The friendly darkness, at that hour,
renders it easy for her to ascertain whether this be so or
not; and it is so, for the passenger not to be missed twice
arrives among the rest.
" Now let me see what becomes of you. Go on ! "
An observation addressed to the air, and yet it might be
addressed to the passenger, so compliantly does he go on
along the High Street until he comes to an arched gateway,
at which he unexpectedly vanishes. The poor soul quick-
ens her pace; is swift, and close upon him entering under
the gateway; but only sees a postern staircase on one side
of it, and on the other side an ancient vaulted room, in
which a large-headed, grey-haired gentleman is writing,
under the odd circumstances of sitting open to the thor-
oughfare and eyeing all who pass, as if he were toll-taker
of the gateway : though the way is free.
" Halloa ! " he cries in a low voice, seeing her brought to
a standstill : " who are you looking for? "
"There was a gentleman passed in here this minute, sir."
"Of course there was. What do you want with him? "
" Where do he live, deary? "
"Live? Up that staircase."
"Bless ye! Whisper. What's his name, deary?"
" Surname Jasper, Christian name John. Mr. John Jas-
per."
" Has he a calling, good gentleman? "
"Calling? Yes. Sings in the choir."
" In the spire? "
"Choir."
"What's that?"
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 243
Mr. Datchery rises from his papers, and comes to his
doorstep. "Do you know what a cathedral is? " he asks,
jocosely.
The woman nods.
" What is it? "
She looks puzzled, casting about in her mind to find a
definition, when it occurs to her that it is easier to point
out the substantial object itself, massive against the dark-
blue sky and the early stars.
"That's the answer. Go in there at seven to-morrow
morning, and you may see Mr. John Jasper, and hear him
too."
"Thank ye! Thank ye!"
The burst of triumph in which she thanks him does not
escape the notice of the single buffer of an easy temper liv-
ing idly on his means. He glances at her; clasps his hands
behind him, as the wont of such buffers is; and lounges
along the echoing Precincts at her side.
"Or," he suggests, with a backward hitch of his head,
"you can go up at once to Mr. Jasper's rooms there."
The woman eyes him with a cunning smile, and shakes
her head.
" 0 ! you don't want to speak to him? "
She repeats her dumb reply, arid forms with her lips a
soundless "No."
" You can admire him at a distance three times a day,
whenever you like. It's a long way to come for that,
though."
The woman looks up quickly. If Mr. Datchery thinks
she is to be so induced to declare where she comes from, he
is of a much easier temper than she is But she acquits
him of such an artful thought, as he lounges along, like the
chartered bore of the city, with his uncovered grey hair
blowing about, and his purposeless hands rattling the loose
money in the pockets of his trousers.
The clink of the money has an attraction for her greedy
ears. " Wouldn't you help me to pay for my traveller's
lodging, dear gentleman, and to pay my way along? I am a
poor soul, I am indeed, and troubled with a grievous cough."
" You know the travellers' lodging, I perceive, and are
making directly for it," is Mr. Datchery 's bland comment,
still rattling his loose money. " Been here often, my good
woman? "
244 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
"Once in all my life."
"Ay, ay?"
They have arrived at the entrance to the Monks' Vine-
yard. An appropriate remembrance, presenting an exem-
plary model for imitation, is revived in the woman's mind
by the sight of the place. She stops at the gate, and says
energetically :
"By this token, though you mayn't believe it, That a
young gentleman gave me three and sixpence as I was
coughing my breath away on this very grass. I asked him
for three and sixpence, and he gave it me."
" Wasn't it a little cool to name your sum? " hints Mr.
Datchery, still rattling. " Isn't it customary to leave the
amount open? Mightn't it have had the appearance, to the
young gentleman — only the appearance — that he was rather
dictated to? "
"Look'ee here, deary," she replies, in a confidential and
persuasive tone, " I wanted the money to lay it out on a
medicine as does me good, and as I deal in. I told the
young gentleman so, and he gave it me, and I laid it out
honest to the last brass farden. I want to lay out the same
sum in the same way now; and if you'll give it me, I'll
lay it out honest to the last brass farden again, upon my
soul!"
" What's the medicine? "
" I'll be honest with you beforehand, as well as after.
It's opium."
Mr. Datchery, with a sudden change of countenance,
gives her a sudden look.
" It's opium, deary. Neither more nor less. And it's
like a human creetur so far, that you always hear what can
be said against it, but seldom what can be said in its
praise."
Mr. Datchery begins very slowly to count out the sum
demanded of him. Greedily watching his hands, she con-
tinues to hold forth on the great example set him.
" It was last Christmas Eve, just arter dark, the once that
I was here afore, when the young gentleman gave me the
three and six."
Mr. Datchery stops in his counting, finds he has counted
wrong, shakes his money together, and begins again.
"And the young gentleman's name," she adds, "was
Edwin."
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 245
Mr. Datchery drops some money, stoops to pick it up,
and reddens with the exertion as he asks :
" How do you know the young gentleman's name? "
" I asked him for it, and he told it me. I only asked
him the two questions, what was his Chris'en name, and
whether he'd a sweetheart? And he answered, Edwin, and
he hadn't."
Mr. Datchery pauses with the selected coins in his hand,
rather as if he were falling into a brown study of their
value, and couldn't bear to part with them. The woman
looks at him distrustfully, and with her auger brewing
for the event of his thinking better of the gift; but he
bestows it on her as if he were abstracting his mind from
the sacrifice, and with many servile thanks she goes her
way.
John Jasper's lamp is kindled, and his lighthouse is
shining when Mr. Datchery returns alone towards it. As
mariners on a dangerous voyage, approaching an iron-bound
coast, may look along the beams of the warning light to the
haven lying beyond it that may never be reached, so Mr.
Datchery's wistful gaze is directed to this beacon, and
beyond.
His object in now revisiting his lodging is merely to put
on the hat which seems so superfluous an article in his
wardrobe. It is half-past ten by the Cathedral clock when
he walks out into the Precincts again ; he lingers and looks
about him, as though, the enchanted hour when Mr. Dur-
dles may be stoned home having struck, he had some ex-
pectation of seeing the Imp who is appointed to the mission
of stoning him.
In effect, that Power of Evil is abroad. Having nothing
living to stone at the moment, he is discovered by Mr.
Datchery in the unholy office of stoning the dead, through
the railings of the churchyard. The Imp finds this a rel-
ishing and piquing pursuit; firstly, because their resting-
place is announced to be sacred; and secondly, because the
tall headstones are sufficiently like themselves, on their
beat in the dark, to justify the delicious fancy that they are
hurt when hit.
Mr. Datchery hails him with : " Halloa, Winks ! "
He acknowledges the hail with : " Halloa, Dick ! " Their
acquaintance seemingly having been established on a fa-
miliar footing.
246 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
"But, I say," lie remonstrates, "don't yer go a making
my name public. I never means to plead to no name,
mind yer. When they says to me in the Lockup, a going
to put me down in the book, ' What's your name? ' I says
to them, ' Find out.' Likeways when they says, ' What's
your religion? ' I says, ' Find out.' '
Which, it may be observed in passing, it would be im-
mensely difficult for the State, however statistical, to do.
"Asides which," adds the boy, "there ain't no family of
Winkses."
" I think there must be."
" Yer lie, there ain't. The travellers give me the name
on account of my getting no settled sleep and being knocked
up all night; whereby I gets one eye roused open afore I've
shut the other. That's what Winks means. Deputy's the
nighest name to indict me by : but yer wouldn't catch me
pleading to that, neither."
"Deputy be it always, then. We two are good friends;
eh, Deputy? "
"Jolly good."
" I forgave you the debt you owed me when we first be-
came acquainted, and many of my sixpences have come
your way since; eh, Deputy?"
"Ah! And what's more, yer ain't no friend o' Jars-
per's. What did he go a histing me off my legs for? "
" What indeed ! But never mind him now. A shilling
of mine is going your way to-night, Deputy. You have
just taken in a lodger I have been speaking to; an infirm
woman with a cough."
" Puffer," assents Deputy, with a shrewd leer of recog-
nition, and smoking an imaginary pipe, with his head very
much on one side and his eyes very much out of their
places: "Hopeum Puffer."
" What is her name? "
" 'Er Royal Highness the Princess Puffer."
" She has some other name than that; where does she
live? "
"Up in London. Among the Jacks."
" The sailors? "
"I said so; Jacks; and Chayner men; and hother
Knifers."
" I should like to know, through you, exactly where she
lives."
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 247
"All right. Give us 'old."
A shilling passes; and, in that spirit of confidence which
should pervade all business transactions between principals
of honour, this piece of business is considered done.
"But here's a lark!" cries Deputy. "Where did yer
think 'Er Royal Highness is a goin' to to-morrow morning?
Blest if she ain't a goin' to the KIN-FREE-DER-EL ! " He
greatly prolongs the word in his ecstasy, and smites his leg,
and doubles himself up in a fit of shrill laughter.
" How do you know that, Deputy? "
" Cos she told me so so just now. She said she must be
hup and hout o' purpose. She ses, ' Deputy, I must 'ave a
early wash, and make myself as swell as I can, for I'm a
goin' to take a turn at the KIN-FREE-DER-EL ! " He sepa-
rates the syllables with his former zest, and, not finding his
sense of the ludicrous sufficiently relieved by stamping
about on the pavement, breaks into a slow and stately
dance, perhaps supposed to be performed by the Dean.
Mr. Datchery receives the communication with a well-
satisfied though pondering face, and breaks up the confer-
ence. Returning to his quaint lodging, and sitting long
over the supper of bread-and-cheese and salad and ale
which Mrs. Tope has left prepared for him, he still sits
when his supper is finished. At length he rises, throws
open the door of a corner cupboard, and refers to a few un-
couth chalked strokes on its inner side.
"I like," says Mr. Datchery, "the old tavern way of
keeping scores. Illegible except to the scorer. The scorer
not committed, the scored debited with what is against him.
Hum; ha! A very small score this; a very poor score! "
He sighs over the contemplation of its poverty, takes a
bit of chalk from one of the cupboard shelves, and pauses
with it in his hand, uncertain what addition to make to the
account.
" I think a moderate stroke," he concludes, " is all I am
justified in scoring up; " so, suits the action to the word,
closes the cupboard, and goes to bed.
A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiqui-
ties and ruins are surpassingly beautiful, with a lusty ivy
gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy
air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs
of birds, scents from gardens, woods, and fields — or, rather,
from the one great garden of the whole cultivated island in
248 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD.
its yielding time — penetrate into the Cathedral, subdue its
earthy odour, and preach the Resurrection and the Life.
The cold stone tombs of centuries ago grow warm; and
flecks of brightness dart into the sternest marble corners of
the building, fluttering there like wings.
Comes Mr. Tope with his large keys, and yawningly un-
locks and sets open. Come Mrs. Tope and attendant sweep-
ing sprites. Come, in due time, organist and bellows-boy,
peeping down from the red curtains in the loft, fearlessly
flapping dust from books up at that remote elevation, and
whisking it from stops and pedals. Come sundry rooks,
from various quarters of the sky, back to the great tower;
who may be presumed to enjoy vibration, and to know that
bell and organ are going to give it them. Come a very
small and straggling congregation indeed: chiefly from
Minor Canon Corner and the Precincts. Come Mr. Cris-
parkle, fresh and bright; and his ministering brethren,
not quite so fresh and bright. Come the Choir in a hurry
(always in a hurry, and struggling into their nightgowns at
the last moment, like children shirking bed), and comes
John Jasper leading their line. Last of all comes Mr.
Datchery into a stall, one of a choice empty collection very
much at his service, and glancing about him for Her Royal
Highness the Princess Puffer.
The service is pretty well advanced before Mr. Datchery
can discern Her Royal Highness. But by that time he has
made her out, in the shade. She is behind a pillar, care-
fully withdrawn from the Choir-master's view, but regards
him with the closest attention. All unconscious of her
presence, he chants and sings. She grins when he is
most musically fervid, and — yes, Mr. Datchery sees her do
it! — shakes her fist at him behind the pillar's friendly
shelter.
Mr. Datchery looks again, to convince himself. Yes,
again ! As ugly and withered as one of the fantastic carv-
ings on the under brackets of the stall seats, as malignant
as the Evil One, as hard as the big brass eagle holding the
sacred books upon his wings (and, according to the sculp-
tor's representation of his ferocious attributes, not at all
converted by them), she hugs herself in her lean arms, and
then shakes both fists at the leader of the Choir.
And at that moment, outside the grated door of the
Choir, having eluded the vigilance of Mr. Tope by shifty
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 249
resources in which he is an adept, Deputy peeps, sharp-
eyed, through the bars, and stares astounded from the
threatener to the threatened.
The service comes to an end, and the servitors disperse
to breakfast. Mr. Datchery accosts his last new acquaint-
ance outside, when the Choir (as much in a hurry to get
their bedgowns off, &3 they were but now to get them on)
have scuffled away.
" Well, mistress. Good morning. You have seen him? "
"7've seen him, deary; I've seen him! "
" And you know him? "
" Know him ! Better far than all the Reverend Parsons
put together know him."
Mrs. Tope's care has spread a very neat, clean breakfast
ready for her lodger. Before sitting down to it, he opens
his corner-cupboard door; takes his bit of chalk from its
shelf; adds one thick line to the score, extending from the
top of the cupboard door to the bottom; and then falls to
with an appetite.
MTJGBY JUNCTION.
Yfurrwi
MUGBY JUNCTION
IN FOUR CHAPTERS.
CHAPTER I.
BARBOX BROTHERS.
I.
" GUARD ! What place is this? "
"Mugby Junction, sir."
" A windy place ! "
"Yes, it mostly is, sir."
" And looks comfortless indeed I H
" Yes, it generally does, sir."
" Is it a rainy night still? "
"Pours, sir."
"Open the door. I'll get out."
"You'll have, sir," said the guard, glistening with drops
of wet, and looking at the tearful face of his watch by the
light of his lantern as the traveller descended, " three min-
utes here."
"More, I think. — For I am not going on."
" Thought you had a through ticket, sir? "
" So I have, • but I shall sacrifice the rest of it. I want
my luggage."
" Please to come to the van and point it out, sir. Be
good enough to look very sharp, sir. Not a moment to
spare."
The guard hurried to the luggage van, and the traveller
hurried after him. The guard got into it, and the traveller
looked into it.
"Those two large black portmanteaus in the cornei
where your light shines. Those are mine."
"Name upon 'em, sir?"
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2 MUGBY JUNCTION.
"Barbox Brothers."
" Stand clear, sir, if you please. One. Two. Right!"
Lamp waved. Signal lights ahead already changing.
Shriek from engine. Train gone.
" Mugby Junction ! " said the traveller, pulling up the
woollen muffler round his throat with both hands. " At
past three o'clock of a tempestuous morning! So ! "
He spoke to himself. There was no one else to speak to.
Perhaps, though there had been any one else to speak to,
he would have preferred to speak to himself. Speaking to
himself he spoke to a man within five years of fifty eithc r
way, who had turned grey too soon, like a neglected tin ;
a man of pondering habit, brooding carriage of the head .
and suppressed internal voice ; a man with many indica-
tions on him of having been much alone.
He stood unnoticed on the dreary platform, except by
the rain and by the wind. Those two vigilant assailants
made a rush at him. " Very well," said he, yielding. " It
signifies nothing to me to what quarter I turn my face."
Thus, at Mugby Junction, at past three o'clock of a
tempestuous morning, the traveller went where the weather
drove him.
Not but what he could make a stand when he was so
minded, for, coming to the end of the roofed shelter (it is
of considerable extent at Mugby Junction), and looking out
upon the dark night, with a yet darker spirit- wing of storm
beating its wild way through it, he faced about, and held
his own as ruggedly in the difficult direction as he had held
it in the easier one. Thus, with a steady step, the trav-
eller went up and down, up and down, up and down, seek-
ing nothing and finding it.
A place replete with shadowy shapes, this Mugby Junc-
tion in the black hours of the four-and-twenty. Mysterious
goods trains, covered with palls and gliding on like vast
weird funerals, conveying themselves guiltily away from
the presence of the few lighted lamps, as if their freight
had come to a secret and unlawful end. Half-miles of coal
pursuing in a Detective manner, following when they lead,
stopping when they stop, backing when they back. Red-
hot embers showering out upon the ground, down this dark
avenue, and down the other, as if torturing fires were being
raked clear; concurrently, shrieks and groans and grinds
invading the ear, as if the tortured were at the height of
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their suffering. Iron-barred cages full of cattle jangling
by midway, the drooping beasts with horns entangled, eyes
frozen with terror, and mouths too : at least they have long
icicles (or what seem so) hanging from their lips. Un-
known languages in the air, conspiring in red, green, and
white characters. An earthquake, accompanied with thun-
der and lightning, going up express to London. Now, all
quiet, all rusty, wind and rain in possession, lamps extin-
guished, Mugby Junction dead and indistinct, with its robe
drawn over its head, like Csesar.
Now, too, as the belated traveller plodded up and down,
a shadowy train went by him in the gloom which was no
other than the train of a life. From whatsoever intangible
deep cutting or dark tunnel it emerged, here it came, un-
summoned and unannounced, stealing upon him, and pass-
ing away into obscurity. Here mournfully went by a
child who had never had a childhood or known a parent,
inseparable from a youth with a bitter sense of his name-
lessness, coupled to a man the enforced business of whose
best years had been distasteful and oppressive, linked to an
ungrateful friend, dragging after him a woman once be-
loved. Attendant, with many a clank and wrench, were
lumbering cares, dark meditations, huge dim disappoint-
ments, monotonous years, a long jarring line of the dis-
cords of a solitary and unhappy existence.
«_ Yours, sir?"
The traveller recalled his eyes from the waste into
which they had been staring, and fell back a step or so
under the abruptness, and perhaps the chance appropriate-
ness, of the question.
" Oh ! My thoughts were not here for the moment. Yes.
Yes. Those two portmanteaus are mine. Are you a Porter? "
"On Porter's wages, sir. But I am Lamps."
The traveller looked a little confused.
" Who did you say you are? "
"Lamps, sir," showing an oily cloth in his hand, as
further explanation.
"Surely, surely. Is there any hotel or tavern here? "
"Not exactly here, sir. There is a Refreshment Room
here, but — " Lamps, with a mighty serious look, gave
his head a warning roll that plainly added — "but it's a
blessed circumstance for you that it's not open."
" You couldn't recommend it, I see, if it was available? "
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"Ask your pardon, sir. If it was ? n
"Open?"
"It ain't my place, as a paid servant of the company, to
give my opinion on any of the company's toepics," — he
pronounced it more like toothpicks, — "beyond lainp-ile and
cottons," returned Lamps in a confidential tone; "but,
speaking as a man, I wouldn't recommend my father (if he
was to come to life again) to go and try how he'd be
treated at the Eefreshment Room. Not, speaking as a
man, no, I would not."
The traveller nodded conviction. " I suppose I can put
up in the town? There is a town here? " For the trav-
eller (though a stay-at-home compared with most travellers)
had been, like many others, carried on the steam winds and
the iron tides through that Junction before, without having
ever, as one might say, gone ashore there.
"Oh yes, there's a town, sir! Anyways, there's town
enough to put up in. But," following the glance of the
other at his luggage, " this is a very dead time of the night
with us, sir. The deadest time. I might a'most call it
our deadest and buriedest time."
" No porters about? "
"Well, sir, you see," returned Lamps, confidential again,
"they in general goes off with the gas. That's how it is.
And they seem to have overlooked you, through your walk-
ing to the furder end of the platform. But, in about
twelve minutes or so, she may be up."
" Who may be up? "
"The three forty-two, sir. She goes off in a sidin' till
the Up X passes, and then she" — here an air of hope-
ful . vagueness pervaded Lamps — " does all as lays in her
power."
" I doubt if I comprehend the arrangement. "
"I doubt if anybody do, sir. She's a Parliamentary
air. And, you see, a Parliamentary, or a Skirinishun "
" Do you mean an Excursion? "
"That's it, sir. — A Parliamentary or a Skirmishun, she
mostly doos go off into a sidin'. But, when she can get a
chance, she's whistled out of it, and she's whistled up into
doin' all as," — Lamps again wore the air of a highly san-
guine man who hoped for the best, — " all as lays in her
power."
He then explained that porters on duty, being required
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to be in attendance on the Parliamentary matron in ques-
tion, would doubtless turn up with the gas. In the mean-
time, if the gentleman would not very much object to the
smell of lamp-oil, and would accept the warmth of his little
room — The gentleman, being by this time very cold,
instantly closed with the proposal.
A greasy little cabin it was, suggestive, to the sense of
smell, of a cabin in a Whaler. But there was a bright fire
burning in its rusty grate, and on the floor there stood a
wooden stand of newly trimmed and lighted lamps, ready
for carriage service. They made a bright show, and their
light, and the warmth, accounted for the popularity of the
room, as borne witness to by many impressions of velveteen
trousers on a form by the fire, and many rounded smears
and smudges of stooping velveteen shoulders on the adja-
cent wall. Various untidy shelves accommodated a quan-
tity of lamps and oil-cans, and also a fragrant collection of
what looked like the pocket-handkerchiefs of the whole
lamp family.
As Barbox Brothers (so to call the traveller on the war-
ranty of his luggage) took his seat upon the form, and
warmed his now ungloved hands at the fire, he glanced
aside at a little deal desk, much blotched with ink, which
his elbow touched. Upon it were some scraps of coarse
paper, and a superannuated steel pen in very reduced and
gritty circumstances.
From glancing at the scraps of paper, he turned involun-
tarily to his host, and said, with some roughness :
" Why, you are never a poet, man? "
Lamps had certainly not the conventional appearance of
one, as he stood modestly rubbing his squab nose with a
handkerchief so exceedingly oily, that he might have been
in the act of mistaking himself for one of his charges. He
was a spare man of about the Barbox Brothers time of life,
with his features whimsically drawn upward as if they
were attracted by the roots of his hair. He had a pecul-
iarly shining transparent complexion, probably occasioned
by constant oleaginous application; and his attractive hair,
being cut short, and being grizzled, and standing straight
up on end as if it in its turn were attracted by some invisi-
ble magnet above it, the top of his head was not very un-
like a lamp- wick.
"But, to be sure, it's no business of mine," said Barbox
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Brothers. " That was an impertinent observation on my
part. Be what you like."
" Some people, sir," remarked Lamps in a tone of apol-
ogy, "are sometimes what they don't like."
"Nobody knows that better than I do," sighed the other.
"I have been what I don't like, all my life."
"When I first took, sir," resumed Lamps, "to compos-
ing little Comic-Songs-like "
Barbox Brothers eyed him with great disfavour.
" — To composing little Comic-Songs-like — and what was
more hard — to singing 'em afterwards," said Lamps, "it
went against the grain at that time, it did indeed."
Something that was not all oil here shining in Lamps's
eye, Barbox Brothers withdrew his own a little discon-
certed, looked at the fire, and put a foot on the top bar.
"Why did you do it, then? " he asked after a short pause;
abruptly enough, but in a softer tone. "If you didn't
want to do it, why did you do it? Where did you sing
them? Public-house? "
To which Mr. Lamps returned the curious reply : " Bed-
side."
At this moment, while the traveller looked at him for
elucidation, Mugby Junction started suddenly, trembled
violently, and opened its gas eyes. " She's got up ! "
Lamps announced, excited. " What lays in her power is
sometimes more, and sometimes less; but it's laid in her
power to get up to-night, by George ! "
The legend "Barbox Brothers," in large white letters on
two black surfaces, was very soon afterwards trundling on
a truck through a silent street, and, when the owner of the
legend had shivered on the pavement half an hour, what
time the porter's knocks at the Inn Door knocked up the
whole town first, and the Inn last, he groped his way into
the close air of a shut-up house, and so groped between the
sheets of a shut-up bed that seemed to have been expressly
refrigerated for him when last made.
II.
"You remember me, Young Jackson?"
"What do I remember if not you? You are my first
remembrance. It was you who told me that was my name.
It was you who told me that on every twentieth of Decem-
MTJGBY JUNCTION. 7
her my life had a penitential anniversary in it called a birth-
day. I suppose the last communication was truer than the
first!"
" What am I like, Young Jackson? "
" You are like a blight all through the year to me. You
hard-lined, thin-lipped, repressive, changeless woman with
a wax mask on. You are like the Devil to me; most of all
when you teach me religious things, for you make me abhor
them."
" You remember me, Mr. Young Jackson? " In another
voice from another quarter.
"Most gratefully, sir. You were the ray of hope and
prospering ambition in my life. When I attended your
course, I believed that I should come to be a great healer,
and I felt almost happy — even though I was still the one
boarder in the house with that horrible mask, and ate
and drank in silence and constraint with the mask before
me, every day. As I had done every, every, every day,
through my school-time and from my earliest recollec-
tion."
" What am I like, Mr. Young Jackson? "
" You are like a Superior Being to me. You are like
Nature beginning to reveal herself to me. I hear you
again, as one of the hushed crowd of young men kindling
under the power of your presence and knowledge, and you
bring into my eyes the only exultant tears that ever stood
in them."
" You remember Me, Mr. Young Jackson? " In a grat-
ing voice from quite another quarter.
"Too well. You made your ghostly appearance in my
life one day, and announced that its course was to be sud-
denly and wholly changed. You showed me which was
my wearisome seat in the Galley of Barbox Brothers.
(When they were, if they ever were, is unknown to me;
there was nothing of them but the name when I bent to the
oar.) You told me what I was to do, and what to be paid;
you told me afterwards, at intervals of years, when I was
to sign for the Firm, when I became a partner, when I be-
came the Firm. I know no more of it, or of myself."
" What am I like, Mr. Young Jackson? "
" You are like my father, I sometimes think. You are
hard enough and cold enough so to have brought up an
acknowledged son. I see your scanty figure, your close
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brown suit, and your tight brown wig; but you, too, wear
a wax mask to your death. You never by a chance remove
it — it never by a chance falls off — and I know no more of
you."
Throughout this dialogue, the traveller spoke to himself
at his window in the morning, as he had spoken to himself
at the Junction overnight. And as he had then looked in
the darkness, a man who had turned grey too soon, like a
neglected fire : so he now looked in the sunlight, an ashier
grey, like a fire which the brightness of the sun put out.
The firm of Barbox Brothers had been some offshoot or
irregular branch of the Public Notary and bill-broking tree.
It had gained for itself a griping reputation before the days
of Young Jackson, and the reputation had stuck to it and to
him. As he had imperceptibly come into possession of the
dim den up in the corner of a court off Lombard Street, on
whose grimy windows the inscription Barbox Brothers had
for many long years daily interposed itself between him and
the sky, so he had insensibly found himself a personage
held in chronic distrust, whom it was essential to screw
tight to every transaction in which he engaged, whose word
was never to be taken without his attested bond, whom all
dealers with openly set up guards and wards against. This
character had come upon him through no act of his own.
It was as if the original Barbox had stretched himself down
upon the office floor, and had thither caused to be conveyed
Young Jackson in his sleep, and had there effected a metem-
psychosis and exchange of persons with him. The discov-
ery— aided in its turn by the deceit of the only woman he
had ever loved, and the deceit of the only friend he had
ever made : who eloped from him to be married together —
the discovery, so followed up, completed what his earliest
rearing had begun. He shrank, abashed, within the form
of Barbox, and lifted up his head and heart no more.
But he did at last effect one great release in his condition.
He broke the oar he plied so long, and he scuttled and sank
the galley. He prevented the gradual retirement of an old
conventional business from him, by taking the initiative
and retiring from it. With enough to live on (though, after
all, with not too much), he obliterated the firm of Barbox
Brothers from the pages of the Post-OfBce Directory and
the face of the earth, leaving nothing of it but its name on
two portmanteaus. .> n
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" For one must have some name in going about, for people
to pick up," he explained to Mugby High Street, through
the Inn window, " and that name at least was real once.
Whereas, Young Jackson! — Not to mention its being a
sadly satirical misnomer for Old Jackson."
He took up his hat and walked out, just in time to see,
passing along on the opposite side of the way, a velveteen
man, carrying his day's dinner in a small bundle that might
have been larger without suspicion of gluttony, and pelting
away towards the Junction at a great pace.
" There's Lamps ! " said Barbox Brothers. " And by the
bye "
Ridiculous, surely, that a man so serious, so self-con-
tained, and not yet three days emancipated from a routine
of drudgery, should stand rubbing his chin in the street,
in a brown study about Comic Songs.
"Bedside?" said Barbox Brothers testily. "Sings
them at the bedside? Why at the bedside, unless he goes
to bed drunk? Does, I shouldn't wonder. But it's no
business of mine. Let me see. Mugby Junction, Mugby
Junction. Where shall I go next ? As it came into my
head last night when I woke from an uneasy sleep in the
carriage and found myself here, I can go anywhere from
here. Where shall I go? I'll go and look at the Junction
by daylight. There's no hurry, and I may like the look of
one Line better than another."
But there were so many Lines. Gazing down upon
them from a bridge at the Junction, it was as if the concen-
trating Companies formed a great Industrial Exhibition of
the works of extraordinary ground spiders that spun iron.
And then so many of the Lines went such wonderful ways,
so crossing and curving among one another, that the eye
lost them. And then some of them appeared to start with
the fixed intention of going five hundred miles, and all of a
sudden gave it up at an insignificant barrier, or turned off
into a workshop. And then others, like intoxicated men,
went a little way very straight, and surprisingly slued
round and came back again. And then others were so,
chock-full of trucks of coal, others were so blocked with
trucks of casks, others were so gorged with trucks of bal-
last, others were so set apart for wheeled objects like im-
mense iron cotton-reels : while others were so bright and
clear, and others were so delivered over to rust and ashes
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and idle wheelbarrows out of work, with their legs in the
air (looking much like their masters on strike), that there
was no beginning, middle, or end to the bewilderment.
Barbox Brothers stood puzzled on the bridge, passing his
right hand across the lines on his forehead, which multiplied
while he looked down, as if the railway Lines were getting
themselves photographed on that sensitive plate. Then
was heard a distant ringing of bells and blowing of whistles.
Then, puppet-looking heads of men popped out of boxes
in perspective, and popped in again. Then, prodigious
wooden razors, set up on end, began shaving the atmos-
phere. Then, several locomotive engines in several direc-
tions began to scream and be agitated. Then, along one
avenue a train came in. Then, along another two trains
appeared that didn't come in, but stopped without. Then,
bits of trains broke off. Then, a struggling horse became
involved with them. Then, the locomotives shared the
bits of trains, and ran away with the whole.
" I have not made my next move much clearer by this.
No hurry. No need to make up my mind to-day, or to-
morrow, nor yet the day after. I'll take a walk."
It fell out somehow (perhaps he meant it should) that
the walk tended to the platform at which he had alighted,
and to Lamps' s room. But Lamps was not in his room.
A pair of velveteen shoulders were adapting themselves to
one of the impressions on the wall by Lamps' s fire-place,
but otherwise the room was void. In passing back to get
out of the station again, he learnt the cause of this vacancy,
by catching sight of Lamps on the opposite line of railway,
skipping along the top of a train, from carriage to carriage,
and catching lighted namesakes thrown up to him by a
coadjutor.
" He is busy. He has not much time for composing or
singing Comic Songs this morning, I take it."
The direction he pursued now was into the country,
keeping very near to the side of one great Line of railway,
and within easy view of others. " I have half a mind," he
said, glancing round, "to settle the question from this
point, by saying, ' I'll take this set of rails, or that, or
t'other, and stick to it. ' They separate themselves from
the confusion, out here, and go their ways."
Ascending a gentle hill of some extent, he came to a few
cottages. There, looking about him as a very reserved
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man might who had never looked about him in his life be-
fore, he saw some six or eight young children come mer-
rily trooping and whooping from one of the cottages, and
disperse. But not until they had all turned at the lit-
tle garden-gate, and kissed their hands to a face at the
upper window: a low window enough, although the up-
per, for the cottage had but a story of one room above the
ground.
Now, that the children should do this was nothing; but
that they should do this to a face lying on the sill of the
open window, turned towards them in a horizontal position,
and apparently only a face, was something noticeable. He
looked up at the window again. Could only see" a very
fragile, though a very bright face, lying on one cheek on
the window-sill. The delicate smiling face of a girl or
woman. Framed in long bright brown hair, round which
was tied a light blue band or fillet, passing under the chin.
He walked on, turned back, passed the window again,
shyly glanced up again. No change. He struck off by a
winding branch-road at the top of the hill — which he must
otherwise have descended — kept the cottages in view,
worked his way round at a distance so as to come out once
more into the main road, and be obliged to pass the cot-
tages again. The face still lay on the window-sill, but not
so much inclined towards him. And now there were a
pair of delicate hands, too. They had the action of per-
forming on some musical instrument, and yet it produced
no sound that reached his ears.
"Mugby Junction must be the maddest place in Eng-
land," said Barbox Brothers, pursuing his way down the
hill. " The first thing I find here is a Railway Porter who
composes comic songs to sing at his bedside. The second
thing I find here is a face, and a pair of hands playing a
musical instrument that don't play ! "
The day was a fine bright day in the early beginning of
November, the air was clear and inspiriting, and the land-
scape was rich in beautiful colours. The prevailing colours
in the court off Lombard Street, London city, had been few
and sombre. Sometimes, when the weather elsewhere was
very bright indeed, the dwellers in those tents enjoyed a
pepper-and-salt coloured day or two, but their atmosphere's
usual wear was slate or snuff coloured.
He relished his walk so well that he repeated it next
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day. He was a little earlier at tlie cottage than on the day
before, and he could hear the children up-stairs singing to
a regular measure, and clapping out the time with their
hands.
" Still, there is no sound of any musical instrument," he
said, listening at the corner, " and yet I saw the perform-
ing hands again as I came by. What are the children
singing? Why, good Lord, they can never be singing the
multiplication table? "
They were, though, and with infinite enjoyment. The
mysterious face had a voice attached to it, which occasion-
ally led or set the children right. Its musical cheerfulness
was delightful. The measure at length stopped, and was
succeeded by a murmuring of young voices, and then by a
short song which he made out to be about the current
month of the year, and about what work it yielded to the
labourers in the fields and farmyards. Then there was a
stir of little feet, and the children came trooping and
whooping out, as on the previous day. And again, as on
the previous day, they all turned at the garden-gate, and
kissed their hands — evidently to the face on the window-
sill, though Barbox Brothers from his retired post of disad-
vantage at the corner could not see it.
But, as the children dispersed, he cut off one small
straggler — a brown- faced boy with flaxen hair — and said to
him:
" Come here, little one. Tell me, whose house is that? "
The child, with one swarthy arm held up across his
eyes, half in shyness, and half ready for defence, said from
behind the inside of his elbow :
"Phoebe's."
"And who," said Barbox Brothers, quite as much em-
barrassed by his part in the dialogue as the child could
possibly be by his, " is Phoebe? "
To which the child made answer: "Why, Phoebe, of
course."
The small but sharp observer had eyed his questioner
closely, and had taken his moral measure. He lowered his
guard, and rather assumed a tone with him : as having dis-
covered him to be an unaccustomed person in the art of
polite conversation.
"Phoebe," said the child, "can't be anybobby else but
Phoebe. Can she? »
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"No, I suppose not."
" Well," returned the child, " then why did you ask me? "
Deeming it prudent to shift his ground, Barbox Brothers
took up a new position.
"What do you do there? Up there in that room where
the open window is. What do you do there? "
"Cool," said the child.
"Eh?"
" Co-o-ol," the child repeated in a louder voice, lengthen-
ing out the word with a fixed look and great emphasis, as
much as to say : " What's the use of your having grown up,
if you're such a donkey as not to understand me? "
"Ah! School, school," said Barbox Brothers. "Yes,
yes, yes. And Phoabe teaches you? "
The child nodded.
"Good boy."
" Tound it out, have you? " said the child.
" Yes, I have found it out. What would you do with
twopence, if I gave it you? "
"Pendit."
The knock-down promptitude of this reply leaving him
not a leg to stand upon, Barbox Brothers produced the two-
pence with great lameness, and withdrew in a state of hu-
miliation.
But, seeing the face on the window-sill as he passed the
cottage, he acknowledged its presence there with a gesture
which was not a nod, not a bow, not a removal of his hat
from his head, but was a diffident compromise between or
struggle with all three. The eyes in the face seemed
amused, or cheered, or both, and the lips modestly said :
" Good day to you, sir. "
" I find I must stick for a time to Mugby Junction," said
Barbox Brothers with much gravity, after once more stop-
ping on his return road to look at the Lines where they
went their several ways so quietly. "I can't make up my
mind yet which iron road to take. In fact, I must get a
little accustomed to the Junction before I can decide."
So, he announced at the Inn that he was " going to stay
on for the present," and improved his acquaintance with
the Junction that night, and again next morning, and again
next night and morning : going down to the station, min-
gling with the people there, looking about him down all
the avenues of railway, and beginning to take an interest
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in the incomings and outgoings of the trains. At first, he
often put his head into Lamps's little room, but he never
found Lamps there. A pair or two of velveteen shoulders
he usually found there, stooping over the fire, sometimes
in connection with a clasp-knife and a piece of bread and
meat; but the answer to his inquiry, " Where's Lamps? "
was, either that he was "t'other side the line," or, that
it was his off-time, or (in the latter case) his own personal
introduction to another Lamps who was not his lamps.
However, he was not so desperately set upon seeing Lamps
now, but he bore the disappointment. Nor did he so
wholly devote himself to his severe application to the study
of Mugby Junction as to neglect exercise. On the con-
trary, he took a walk every day, and always the same walk.
But the weather turned cold and wet again, and the window
was never open.
III.
At length, after a lapse of some days, there came another
streak of fine bright hardy autumn weather. It was a
Saturday. The window was open, and the children were
gone. Not surprising, this, for he had patiently watched
and waited at the corner until they were gone.
"Good day," he said to the face; absolutely getting his
hat clear off his head this time.
"Good day to you, sir."
"I am glad you have a fine sky again to look at."
"Thank you, sir. It is kind of you."
" You are an invalid, I fear? "
"No, sir. I have very good health."
"But are you not always lying down? "
" Oh yes, I am always lying down, because I cannot sit
up! But I am not an invalid."
The laughing eyes seemed highly to enjoy his great mis-
take.
" Would you mind taking the trouble to come in, sir?
There is a beautiful view from this window. And you
would see that I am not at all ill — being so good as to
care."
It was said to help him, as he stood irresolute, but evi-
dently desiring to enter, with his diffident hand on the
latch of the garden-gate. It did help him, and he went in.
The room up-stairs was a very clean white room with a low
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roof. Its only inmate lay on a couch that brought her face
to a level with the window. The couch was white, too; and
her simple dress or wrapper being light blue, like the band
around her hair, she had an ethereal look, and a fanciful
appearance of lying among clouds. He felt that she in-
stinctively perceived him to be by habit a downcast, taci-
turn man; it was another help to him to have established
that understanding so easily, and got it over.
There was an awkward constraint upon him, neverthe-
less, as he touched her hand, and took a chair at the side
of her couch,
"I see now," he began, not at all fluently, "how you
occupy your hand. Only seeing you from the path outside,
I thought you were playing upon something."
She was engaged in very nimbly and dexterously making
lace. A lace-pillow lay upon her breast; and the quick
movements and changes of her hands upon it, as she
worked, had given them the action he had misinterpreted.
"That is curious," she answered with a bright smile.
" For I often fancy, myself, that I play tunes while I am
at work."
" Have you any musical knowledge? n
She shook her head.
" I think I could pick out tunes, if I had any instrument,
which could be made as handy to me as my lace-pillow.
But I dare say I deceive myself. At all events, I shall
never know."
" You have a musical voice. Excuse me; I have heard
you sing."
"With the children? " she answered, slightly colouring.
" Oh yes. I sing with the dear children, if it can be called
singing."
Barbox Brothers glanced at the two small forms in the
room, and hazarded the speculation that she was fond of
children, and that she was learned in new systems of teach-
ing them?
"Very fond of them," she said, shaking her head again;
" but I know nothing of teaching, beyond the interest I
have in it, and the pleasure it gives me when they learn.
Perhaps your overhearing my little scholars sing some of
their lessons has led you so far astray as to think me a
grand teacher? Ah ! I thought so ! No, I have only read
and been told about that system. It seemed so pretty and
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pleasant, and to treat them so like the merry Robins they
are, that I took up with it in my little way. You don't
need to be told what a very little way mine is, sir," she
added with a glance at the small forms and round the room.
All this time her hands were busy at her lace-pillow.
As they still continued so, and as there was a kind of sub-
stitute for conversation in the click and play of its pegs,
Barbox Brothers took the opportunity of observing her.
He guessed her to be thirty. The charm of her transpar-
ent face and large bright brown eyes was, not that they
were passively resigned, but that they were actively and
thoroughly cheerful. Even her busy hands, which of their
own thinness alone might have besought compassion, plied
their task with a gay courage that made mere compassion
an unjustifiable assumption of superiority, and an imperti-
nence.
He saw her eyes in the act of rising towards his, and he
directed his towards the prospect, saying: "Beautiful, in-
deed! "
" Most beautiful, sir. I have sometimes had a fancy
that I would like to sit up, for once, only to try how it looks
to an erect head. But what a foolish fancy that would be
to encourage ! It cannot look more lovely to any one than
it does to me."
Her eyes were turned to it, as she spoke, with most de-
lighted admiration and enjoyment. There was not a trace
in it of any sense of deprivation.
"And those threads of railway, with their puffs of
smoke and steam changing places so fast, make it so lively
for me," she went on. "I think of the number of people
who can go where they wish, on their business, or their
pleasure ; I remember that the puffs make signs to me that
they are actually going while I look ; and that enlivens the
prospect with abundance of company, if I want company.
There is the great Junction, too. I don't see it under the
foot of the hill, but I can very often hear it, and I always
know it is there. It seems to join me, in a way, to I don't
know how many places and things that /shall never see."
With an abashed kind of idea that it might have already
joined himself to something he had never seen, he said con-
strainedly: "Just so."
"And so you see, sir," pursued Phoebe, "I am not the
invalid you thought me, and I am very well off indeed."
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"You have a happy disposition," said Barbox Brothers:
perhaps with a slight excusatory touch for his own disposi-
tion.
"Ah! But you should know my father," she replied.
"His is the happy disposition ! — Don't mind, sir!" For
his reserve took the alarm at a step upon the stairs, and
he distrusted that he would be set down for a troublesome
intruder. "This is my father coming."
The door opened, and the father paused there.
" Why, Lamps ! " exclaimed Barbox Brothers, starting
from his chair. "How do you DO, Lamps?"
To which Lamps responded: "The gentleman for No-
where ! How do you DO, sir? "
And they shook hands, to the greatest admiration and
surprise of Lamps' s daughter.
"I have looked you up half-a-dozen times since that
night," said Barbox Brothers, "but have never found you."
"So I've heerd on, sir, so I've heerd on," returned
Lamps. "It's your being noticed so often down at the
Junction, without taking any train, that has begun to get
you the name among us of the gentleman for Nowhere.
No offence in my having called you by it when took by sur-
prise, I hope, sir? "
" None at all. It's as good a name for me as any other
you could call me by. But may I ask you a question in
the corner here? "
Lamps suffered himself to be led aside from his daugh-
ter's couch by one of the buttons of his velveteen jacket.
"Is this the bedside where you eing your songs? "
Lamps nodded.
The gentleman for Nowhere clapped him on the shoul-
der, and they faced about again.
"Upon my word, my dear," said Lamps then to his
daughter, looking from her to her visitor, " it is such an
amaze to me, to find you brought acquainted with this gen-
tleman, that I must (if this gentleman will excuse me) take
a rounder o"
Mr. Lamps demonstrated in action what this meant, by
pulling out his oily handkerchief rolled up in the form of
a ball, and giving himself an elaborate smear, from behind
the right ear, up the cheek, across the forehead, and down
the other cheek to behind his left ear. After this opera-
tion he shone exceedingly.
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" It's according to my custom when particular warmed
up by any agitation, sir," he offered by way of apology.
"And really, I am throwed into that state of amaze by
finding you brought acquainted with Phoebe, that I — that I
think I will, if you'll excuse me, take another rounder."
Which he did, seeming to be greatly restored by it.
They were now both standing by the side of her couch,
and she was working at her lace-pillow. " Your daughter
tells me," said Bar box Brothers, still in a half- reluctant,
shamefaced way, "that she never sits up."
"No, sir, nor never has done. You see, her mother
(who died when she was a year and two months old) was
subject to very bad fits, and as she had never mentioned to
me that she was subject to fits, they couldn't be guarded
against. Consequently, she dropped the baby when took,
and this happened."
"It was very wrong of her," said Barbox Brothers with
a knitted brow, "to marry you, making a secret of her
infirmity."
" Well, sir ! " pleaded Lamps in behalf of the long-de-
ceased. " You see, Phcebe and me, we have talked that
over too. And Lord bless us ! Such a number on us has
our infirmities, what with fits, and what with misfits, of
one sort and another, that if we confessed to 'em all before
we got married, most of us might never get married."
" Might not that be for the better? "
"Not in this case, sir," said Phosbe, giving her hand to
her father.
"No, not in this case, sir," said her father, patting it
between his own.
"You correct me," returned Barbox Brothers with a
blush; "and I must look so like a Brute, that at all events
it would be superfluous in me to confess to that infirmity.
I wish you would tell me a little more about yourselves. I
hardly know how to ask it of you, for I am conscious that
I have a bad stiff manner, a dull discouraging way with
me, but I wish you would."
"With all our hearts, sir," returned Lamps gaily for
both. " And first of all, that you may know my name "
"Stay!" interposed the visitor with a slight flush.
" What signifies your name? Lamps is name enough for
me. I like it. It is bright and expressive. What do I
want more? "
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"Why, to be sure, sir," returned Lamps. "I have in
general no other name down at the Junction; but I thought,
on account of your being here as a first-class single, in a
private character, that you might "
The visitor waved the thought away with his hand, and
Lamps acknowledged the mark of confidence by taking
another rounder.
" You are hard- worked, I take for granted? " said Bar-
box Brothers, when the subject of the rounder came out of
it much dirtier than he went into it.
Lamps was beginning, "Not particular so" — when his
daughter took him up.
" Oh yes, sir, he is very hard- worked. Fourteen, fifteen,
eighteen hours a day. Sometimes twenty-four hours at a
time."
"And you," said Barbox Brothers, "what with your
school, Phoebe, and what with your lace- making "
"But my school is a pleasure to me," she interrupted,
opening her brown eyes wider, as if surprised to find him
so obtuse. " I began it when I was but a child, because it
brought me and other children into company, don't you
see? That was not work. I carry it on still, because it
keeps children about me. That is not work. I do it as
love, not as work. Then my lace-pillow; " her busy hands
had stopped, as if her argument required all her cheerful
earnestness, but now went on again at the name; "it goes
with my thoughts when I think, and it goes with my tunes
when I hum any, and that's not work. Why, you yourself
thought it was music, you know, sir. And so it is to
me."
" Everything is ! " cried Lamps radiantly. " Everything
is music to her, sir."
"My father is, at any rate," said Phoebe, exultingly
pointing her thin fore-finger at him. "There is more
music in my father than there is in a brass band."
" I say ! My dear ! It's very fillyillially done, you
know; but you are flattering your father," he protested,
sparkling.
" No, I am not, sir, I assure you. No, I am not. If
you could hear my father sing, you would know I am not.
But you never will hear him sing, because he never sings
to any one but me. However tired he is, he always sings
to me when he comes home. When I lay here long ago,
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quite a poor little broken doll, he used to sing to me.
More than that, he used to make songs, bringing in what-
ever little jokes we had between us. More than that, he
often does so to this day. Oh! I'll tell of you, father, as
the gentleman has asked about you. He is a poet, sir."
"I shouldn't wish the gentleman, my dear," observed
Lamps, for the moment turning grave, " to carry away that
opinion of your father, because it might look as if I was
given to asking the stars in a molloncolly manner what
they was up to. Which I wouldn't at once waste the time,
and take the liberty, my dear."
"My father," resumed Phoebe, amending her text, "is
always on the bright side, and the good side. You told
me, just now, I had a happy disposition. How can I help
it?"
" Well; but, my dear," returned-Lamps argumentatively,
" how can I help it? Put it to yourself, sir. Look at her.
Always as you see her now. Always working — and after
all, sir, for but a very few shillings a week — always con-
tented, always lively, always interested in others, of all
sorts. I said, this moment, she was always as you see her
now. So she is, with a difference that comes to much the
same. For, when it is my Sunday off and the morning
bells have done ringing, I hear the prayers and thanks
read in the touchingest way, and I have the hymns sung to
me — so soft, sir, that you couldn't hear 'em out of this room
— in notes that seem to me, I am sure, to come from Heaven
and go back to it."
It might have been merely through the association of
these words with their sacredly quiet time, or it might
have been through the larger association of the words with
the "Redeemer's presence beside the bedridden; but here
her dexterous fingers came to a stop on the lace-pillow, and
clasped themselves around his neck as he bent down.
There was great natural sensibility in both father and
daughter, the visitor could easily see; but each made it,
for the other's sake, retiring, not demonstrative; and per-
fect cheerfulness, intuitive or acquired, was either the first
or second nature of both. In a very few moments Lamps
was taking another rounder with his comical features beam-
ing, while Phosbe's laughing eyes (just a glistening speck
or so upon their lashes) were again directed by turns to
him, and to her work, and to Barbox Brothers.
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"When my father, sir," she said brightly, "tells you
about my being interested in other people, even though
they know nothing about me — which, by the bye, I told
you myself — you ought to know how that comes about.
That's my father's doing."
"No, it isn't!" he protested.
"Don't you believe him, sir; yes, it is. He tells me of
everything he sees down at his work. You would be sur-
prised what a quantity he gets together for me every day.
He looks into the carriages, and tells me how the ladies are
dressed — so that I know all the fashions ! He looks into
the carriages, and tells me what pairs of lovers he sees, and
what new-married couples on their wedding-trip — so that I
know all about that ! He collects chance newspapers and
books — so that I have plenty to read ! He tells me about
the sick people who are travelling to try to get better — so
that I know all about them ! In short, as I began by say-
ing, he tells me everything he sees and makes out down at
his work, and you can't think what a quantity he does see
and make out."
" As to collecting newspapers and books, my dear," said
Lamps, "it's clear I can have no merit in that, because
they're not my perquisites. You see, sir, it's this way: A
Guard, he'll say to me, ' Hallo, here you are, Lamps. I've
saved this paper for your daughter. How is she a going
on?' A Head-Porter, he'll say to me, 'Here! Catch
hold, Lamps. Here's a couple of wollumes for your daugh-
ter. Is she pretty much where she were? ' And that's
what makes it double welcome, you see. If she had a
thousand pound in a box, they wouldn't trouble themselves
about her; but being what she is — that is, you understand,"
Lamps added, somewhat hurriedly, " not having a thousand
pound in a box — they take thought for her. And as con-
cerning the young pairs, married and unmarried, it's only
natural I should bring home what little I can about them,
seeing that there's not a Couple of either sort in the neigh-
bourhood that don't come of their own accord to confide in
Phoebe."
She raised her eyes triumphantly to Barbox Brothers as
she said :
" Indeed, sir, that is true. If I could have got up and
gone to church, I don't know how often I should have been
a bridesmaid. But, if I could have done that, some girls
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in love might have been jealous of me, and, as it is, no girl
is jealous of me. And my pillow would not have been half
as ready to put the piece of cake under, as I always find
it," she added, turning her face on it with a light sigh,
and a smile at her father.
The arrival of the little girl, the biggest of the scholars,
now led to an understanding on the part of Barbox Broth-
ers, that she was the domestic of the cottage, and had come
to take active measures in it, attended by a pail that might-
have extinguished her, and a broom three times her height.
He therefore rose to take his leave, and took it; saying
that, if Phcsbe had no objection, he would come again.
He had muttered that he would come " in the course of
his walks." The course of his walks must have been
highly favourable to his return, for he returned after an
interval of a single day.
" You thought you would never see me any more, I sup-
pose? " he said to Phoebe as he touched her hand, and sat
down by her couch.
" Why should I think so? " was her surprised rejoinder.
"I took it for granted you would mistrust me."
" For granted, sir? Have you been so much mistrusted? "
" I think I am justified in answering yes. But I may
have mistrusted, too, on my part. No matter just now.
We were speaking of the Junction last time. I have
passed hours there since the day before yesterday."
'•' Are you now the gentleman for Somewhere? " she asked
with a smile.
" Certainly for Somewhere; but I don't yet know Where.
You would never guess what I am travelling from. Shall
I tell you? I am travelling from my birthday."
Her hands stopped in her work, and she looked at him
with incredulous astonishment.
" Yes," said Barbox Brothers, not quite easy in his chair,
"from my birthday. I am, to myself, an unintelligible
book with the earlier chapters all torn out, and thrown
away. My childhood had no grace of childhood, my youth
had no charm of youth, and what can be expected from
such a lost beginning? " His eyes meeting hers as they
were addressed intently to him, something seemed to stir
within his breast, whispering : " Was this bed a place for
the graces of childhood and the charms of youth to take to
kindly? Oh, shame, shame!"
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"It is a disease with me," said Barbox Brothers, check-
ing himself, and making as though he had a difficulty in
swallowing something, " to go wrong about that. I don't
know how I came to speak of that. I hope it is because of
an old misplaced confidence in one of your sex involving an
old bitter treachery. I don't know. I am all wrong to-
gether."
Her hands quietly and slowly resumed their work.
Glancing at her, he saw that her eyes were thoughtfully
following them.
"I am travelling from my birthday," he resumed, "be-
cause it has always been a dreary day to me. My first
free birthday coming round some five or six weeks hence,
I am travelling to put its predecessors far behind me, and
to try to crush the day — or, at all events, put it out of my
sight — by heaping new objects on it."
As he paused, she looked at him; but only shook her
head as being quite at a loss.
"This is unintelligible to your happy disposition," he
pursued, abiding by his former phrase as if there were
some lingering virtue of self-defence in it. " I knew it
would be, and am glad it is. However, on this travel of
mine (in which I mean to pass the rest of my days, having
abandoned all thought of a fixed home), I stopped, as you
have heard from your father, at the Junction here. The
extent of its ramifications quite confused me as to whither
I should go, from here. I have not yet settled, being still
perplexed among so many roads. What do you think I
mean to do? How many of the branching roads can you
see from your window? "
Looking out, full of interest, she answered, "Seven."
" Seven," said Barbox Brothers, watching her with a
grave smile. " Well'! I propose to myself at once to re-
duce the gross number to those very seven, and gradually
to fine them down to one — the most promising for me — and
to take that."
" But how will you know, sir, which is the most promis-
ing? " she asked, with her brightened eyes roving over the
view.
" Ah ! " said Barbox Brothers with another grave smile,
and considerably improving in his ease of speech. "To be
sure. In this way. Where your father can pick up so
much every day for a good purpose, I may once and again
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pick up a little for an indifferent purpose. The gentleman
for Nowhere must become still better known at the Junc-
tion. He shall continue to explore it, until he attaches
something that he has seen, heard, or found out, at the
head of each of the seven roads, to the road itself. And
so his choice of a road shall be determined by his choice
among his. discoveries."
Her hands still busy, she again glanced at the prospect,
as if it comprehended something that had not been in it be-
fore, and laughed as if it yielded her new pleasure.
"But I must not forget," said Bar box Brothers, "(hav-
ing got so far) to ask a favour. I want your help in this
expedient of mine. I want to bring you what I pick up at
the heads of the seven roads that you lie here looking out
at, and to compare notes with you about it. May I?
They say two heads are better than one. I should say my-
self that probably depends upon the heads concerned. But
I am quite sure, though we are so newly acquainted, that
your head and your father's have found out better things,
Phoebe, than ever mine of itself discovered."
She gave him her sympathetic right hand, in perfect rap-
ture with his proposal, and eagerly and gratefully thanked
him.
" That's well !" said Barbox Brothers. "Again I must
not forget (having got so far) to ask a favour. Will you
shut your eyes? "
Laughing playfully at the strange nature of the request,
she did so.
" Keep them shut," said Barbox Brothers, going softly
to the door, and coming back. " You are on your honour,
mind, not to open your eyes until I tell you that you may? "
" Yes ! On my honour."
"Good. May I take your lace-pillow from you for a
minute? "
Still laughing and wondering, she removed her hands
from it, and he put it aside.
" Tell me. Did you see the puffs of smoke and steam
made by the morning fast-train yesterday on road number
seven from here? "
" Behind the elm-trees and the spire? "
" That's the road," said Barbox Brothers, directing his
eyes towards it.
" Yes. I watched them melt away."
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" Anything unusual in what they expressed? "
" No ! " she answered merrily.
"Not complimentary to me, for I was in that train. I
went — don't open your eyes — to fetch you this, from the
great ingenious town. It is not half so large as your lace-
pillow, and lies easily and lightly in its place. These lit-
tle keys are like the keys of a miniature piano, and you
supply the air required with your left hand. May you
pick out delightful music from it, my dear ! For the pres-
ent— you can open your eyes now — good-bye ! "
In his embarrassed way, he closed the door upon himself,
and only saw, in doing so, that she ecstatically took the
present to her bosom and caressed it. The glimpse glad-
dened his heart, and yet saddened it; for so might she, if
her youth had flourished in its natural course, have taken
to her breast that day the slumbering music of her own
child's voice.
CHAPTER II.
BARBOX BROTHERS AND CO.
WITH good- will and earnest purpose, the gentleman for
Nowhere began, on the very next day, his researches at the
heads of the seven roads. The results of his researches, as
he and Phoebe afterwards set them down in fair writing,
hold their due places in this veracious chronicle. But they
occupied a much longer time in the getting together than
they ever will in the perusal. And this is probably the
case with most reading matter, except when it is of that
highly beneficial kind (for Posterity) which is "thrown off
in a few moments of leisure " by the superior poetic geni-
uses who scorn to take prose pains.
It must be admitted, however, that Bar box by no means
hurried himself. His heart being in his work of good-
nature, he revelled in it. There was the joy too (it was a
true joy to him) of sometimes sitting by, listening to Phoe-
be as she picked out more and more discourse from her
musical instrument, and as her natural taste and ear re-
fined daily upon her first discoveries. Besides being a
pleasure, this was an occupation, and in the course of
weeks it consumed hours. It resulted that his dreaded
birthday was close upon him before he had troubled him-
self any more about it.
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The matter was made more pressing by the unforeseen
circumstance that the councils held (at which Mr. Lamps,
beaming most brilliantly, on a few rare occasions assisted)
respecting the road to be selected were, after all, in nowise
assisted by his investigations. For, he had connected this
interest with this road, or that interest with the other, but
could deduce no reason from it for giving any road the pref-
erence. Consequently, when the last council was holden,
that part of the business stood, in the end, exactly where
it had stood in the beginning.
"But, sir," remarked Phoebe, "we have only six roads
after all. Is the seventh road dumb? "
" The seventh road? Oh ! " said Barbox Brothers, rub-
bing his chin. " That is the road I took, you know, when
I went to get your little present. That is its story,
Phoebe."
"Would you mind taking that road again, sir?" she
asked with hesitation.
"Not in the least; it is a great high-road after all."
"I should like you to take it," returned Phoebe with a
persuasive smile, " for the love of that little present which
must ever be so dear to me. I should like you to take it,
because that road can never be again like any other road to
me. I should like you to take it, in remembrance of your
having done me so much good : of your having made me so
much happier ! If you leave me by the road you travelled
when you went to do me this great kindness," sounding a
faint chord as she spoke, " I shall feel, lying here watch-
ing at my window, as if it must conduct you to a prosper-
ous end, and bring you back some day."
"It shall be done, my dear; it shall be done."
So at last the gentleman for Nowhere took a ticket for
Somewhere, and his destination was the great ingenious
town.
He had loitered so long about the Junction that it was
the eighteenth of December when he left it. "High
time," he reflected, as he seated himself in the train,
" that I started in earnest ! Only one clear day remains be-
tween me and the day I am running away from. I'll
push onward for the hill-country to-morrow. I'll go to
Wales."
It was with some pains that he placed before himself the
undeniable advantages to be gained in the way of novel oc-
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cupation for his senses from misty mountains, swollen
streams, rain, cold, a wild seashore, and rugged roads.
And yet he scarcely made them out as distinctly as he
could have wished. Whether the poor girl, in spite of her
new resource, her music, would have any feeling of loneli-
ness upon her now — just at first — that she had not had
before; whether she saw those very puffs of steam and
smoke that he saw, as he sat in the train thinking of her;
whether her face would have any pensive shadow on it as
they died out of the distant view from her window;
whether, in telling him he had done her so much good, she
had not unconsciously corrected his old moody bemoaning
of his station in life, by setting him thinking that a man
might be a great healer, if he would, and yet not be a great
doctor; these and other similar meditations got between
him and his Welsh picture. There was within him, too,
that dull sense of vacuity which follows separation from
an object of interest, and cessation of a pleasant pursuit;
and this sense, being quite new to him, made him restless.
Further, in losing Mugby Junction, he had found himself
again; and he was not the more enamoured of himself for
having lately passed his time in better company.
But surely here, not far ahead, must be the great inge-
nious town. This crashing and clashing that the train was
undergoing, and this coupling on to it of a multitude of
new echoes, could mean nothing less than approach to the
great station. It did mean nothing less. After some
stormy flashes of town lightning, in the way of swift reve-
lations of red brick blocks of houses, high red brick chim-
ney-shafts, vistas of red brick railway arches, tongues of
fire, blocks of smoke, valleys of canal, and hills of coal,
there came the thundering in at the journey's end.
Having seen his portmanteaus safely housed in the hotel
he chose, and having appointed his dinner hour, Barbox
Brothers went out for a walk in the busy streets. And
now it began to be suspected by him that Mugby Junction
was a Junction of many branches, invisible as well as visi-
ble, and had joined him to an endless number of byeways.
For, whereas he would, but a little while ago, have walked
these streets blindly brooding, he now had eyes and
thoughts for a new external world. How the many toiling
people lived, and loved, and died; how wonderful it was
to consider the various trainings of eye and hand, the nice
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distinctions of sight and touch, that separated them into
classes of workers, and even into classes of workers at sub-
divisions of one complete whole which combined their many
intelligences and forces, though of itself but some cheap
object of use or ornament in common life; how good it was
to know that such assembling in a multitude on their part,
and such contribution of their several dexterities towards
a civilising end, did not deteriorate them as it was the
fashion of the supercilious Mayflies of humanity to pre-
tend, but engendered among them a self-respect, and yet a
modest desire to be much wiser than they were (the first
evinced in their well-balanced bearing and manner of speech
when he stopped to ask a question; the second, in the an-
nouncements of their popular studies and amusements on
the public walls); these considerations, and a host of such,
made his walk a memorable one. " I too am but a little
part of a great whole," he began to think; "and to be ser-
viceable to myself and others, or to be happy, I must cast
my interest into, and draw it out of, the common stock."
Although he had arrived at his journey's end for the day
by noon, he had since insensibly walked about the town so
far and so long that the lamp-lighters were now at their
work in the streets, and the shops were sparkling up bril-
liantly. Thus reminded to turn towards his quarters, he
was in the act of doing so, when a very little hand crept
into his, and a very little voice said :
" Oh ! if you please, I am lost ! "
He looked down, and saw a very little fair-haired girl.
" Yes," she said, confirming her words with a serious nod.
" I am indeed. I am lost ! "
Greatly perplexed, he stopped, looked about him for
help, descried none, and said, bending low :
" Where do you live, my child? "
" I don't know where I live," she returned. " I am lost."
" What is your name? "
"Polly."
" What is your other name? "
The reply was prompt, but unintelligible.
Imitating the sound as he caught it, he hazarded the
guess, "Trivits."
"Oh no!" said the child, shaking her head. "Nothing
like that."
" Say it again, little one."
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An unpromising business. For this time it had quite a
different sound.
He made the venture, " Paddens? "
" Oh no ! " said the child. " Nothing like that."
"Once more. Let us try it again, dear."
A most hopeless business. This time it swelled into four
syllables. " It can't be Tappitarver? " said Barbox Broth-
ers, rubbing his head with his hat in discomfiture.
"No! It ain't," the child quietly assented.
On her trying this unfortunate name once more, with ex-
traordinary efforts at distinctness, it swelled into eight syl-
lables at least.
"Ah! I think," said Barbox Brothers, with a desperate
air of resignation, "that we had better give it up."
"But I am lost," said the child, nestling her little hand
more closely in his, "and you'll take care of me, won't
you? "
If ever a man were disconcerted by division between
compassion on the one hand, and the very imbecility of ir-
resolution on the other, here the man was. " Lost ! " he
repeated, looking down at the child. "I am sure 1 am.
What is to be done? "
" Where do you live? " asked the child, looking up at
him wistfully.
"Over there," he answered, pointing vaguely in the di-
rection of his hotel.
"Hadn't we better go there? " said the child.
"Really," he replied, "I don't know but what we
had."
So they set off, hand-in-hand. He, through comparison
of himself against his little companion, with a clumsy feel-
ing on him as if he had just developed into a foolish giant.
She, clearly elevated in her own tiny opinion by having got
him so neatly out of his embarrassment.
" We are going to have dinner when we get there, I sup-
pose? " said Polly.
"Well," he rejoined, "I Yes, I suppose we are."
" Do you like your dinner? " asked the child.
"Why, on the whole," said Barbox Brothers, "yes, I
think I do."
"I do mine," said Polly. "Have you any brothers and
sisters? "
«No. Have you?"
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"Mine are dead."
" Oh ! " said Barbox Brothers. With that absurd sense
of unwieldiness of mind and body weighing him down, he
would have not known how to pursue the conversation be-
yond this curt rejoinder, but that the child was always
ready for him.
"What," she asked, turning her soft hand coaxingly in
his, " are you going to do to amuse me after dinner? "
"Upon my soul, Polly," exclaimed Barbox Brothers,
very much at a loss, " I have not the slightest idea ! "
"Then I tell you what," said Polly. "Have you got
any cards at your house? "
"Plenty," said Barbox Brothers in a boastful vein.
" Very well. Then I'll build houses, and you shall look
at me. You mustn't blow, you know."
"Oh no," said Barbox Brothers. "No, no, no. No
blowing. Blowing's not fair."
He flattered himself that he had said this pretty well for
an idiotic monster; but the child, instantly perceiving the
awkwardness of his attempt to adapt himself to her level,
utterly destroyed his hopeful opinion of himself by saying
compassionately : " What a funny man you are ! "
Feeling, after this melancholy failure, as if he every
minute grew bigger and heavier in person, and weaker in
mind, Barbox gave himself up for a bad job. No giant
ever submitted more meekly to be led in triumph by all-
conquering Jack than he to be bound in slavery to Polly.
"Do you know any stories? " she asked him.
He was reduced to the humiliating confession: "No."
" What a dunce you must be, mustn't you? " said Polly.
He was reduced to the humiliating confession: "Yes."
" Would you like me to teach you a story? But you
must remember it, you know, and be able to tell it right to
somebody else afterwards."
He professed that it would afford him the highest men-
tal gratification to be taught a story, and that he would
humbly endeavour to retain it in his mind. Whereupon
Polly, giving her hand a new little turn in his, expressive
of settling down for enjoyment, commenced a long romance,
of which every relishing clause began with the words : " So
this," or, " And so this." As, " So this boy;" or, " So this
fairy;" or, "And so this pie was four yards round, and two
yards and a quarter deep. " The interest of the romance
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was derived from the intervention of this fairy to punish
this boy for having a greedy appetite. To achieve which
purpose, this fairy made this pie, and this boy ate and ate
and ate, and his cheeks swelled and swelled and swelled.
There were many tributary circumstances, but the forci-
ble interest culminated in the total consumption of this pie,
and the bursting of this boy. Truly he was a fine sight,
Barbox Brothers, with serious attentive face, and ear bent
down, much jostled on the pavements of the busy town,
but afraid of losing a single incident of the epic, lest he
should be examined in it by and bye, and found deficient.
Thus they arrived at the hotel. And there he had to say
at the bar, and said awkwardly enough : " I have found a
little girl ! "
The whole establishment turned out to look at the little
girl. Nobody knew her; nobody could make out her name,
as she set it forth — except one chamber-maid, who said it
was Constantinople — which it wasn't.
"I will dine with my young friend in a private room,"
said Barbox Brothers to the hotel authorities, " and perhaps
you will be so good as to let the police know that the pretty
baby is here. I suppose she is sure to be inquired for soon,
if she has not been already. Come along, Polly."
Perfectly at ease and peace, Polly came along, but, find-
ing the stairs rather stiff work, was carried up by Barbox
Brothers. The dinner was a most transcendent success,
and the Barbox sheepishness, under Polly's directions how
to mince her meat for her, and how to diffuse gravy over
the plate with a liberal and equal hand, was another fine
sight.
"And now," said Polly, "while we are at dinner, you
be good, and tell me that story I taught you."
With the tremors of a Civil Service examination upon
him, and very uncertain indeed, not only as to the epoch
at which the pie appeared in history, but also as to the
measurements of that indispensable fact, Barbox Brothers
made a shaky beginning, but under encouragement did very
fairly. There was a want of breadth observable in his ren-
dering of the cheeks, as well as the appetite, of the boy;
and there was a certain tameness in his fairy, referable to
an under-current of desire to account for her. Still, as the
first lumbering performance of a' good-humoured monster,
it passed muster.
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"I told you to be good," said Polly, "and you are good,
ain't you? "
"1 hope so," replied Barbox Brothers.
Such was his deference that Polly, elevated on a platform
of sofa cushions in a chair at his right hand, encouraged
him with a pat or two on the face from the greasy bowl of
her spoon, and even with a gracious kiss. In getting on
her feet upon her chair, however, to give him this last re-
ward, she toppled forward among the dishes, and caused
him to exclaim, as he effected her rescue : " Gracious Ari-
gels ! Whew ! I thought we were in the fire, Polly ! "
" What a coward you are, ain't you? " said Polly when
replaced.
"Yes, I am rather nervous," he replied. "Whew!
Don't, Polly! Don't flourish your spoon, or you'll go over
sideways. Don't tilt up your legs when you laugh, Polly,
or you'll go over backwards. Whew ! Polly, Polly, Polly,"
said Barbox Brothers, nearly succumbing to despair, " we
are environed with dangers ! "
Indeed, he could descry no security from the pitfalls
that were yawning for Polly, but in proposing to her, after
dinner, to sit upon a low stool. " I will, if you will," said
Polly. So, as peace of mind should go before all, he begged
the waiter to wheel aside the table, bring a pack of cards,
a couple of footstools, and a screen, and close in Polly and
himself before the fire, as it were in a snug room within the
room. Then, finest sight of all, was Barbox Brothers on
his footstool, with a pint decanter on the rug, contemplat-
ing Polly as she built successfully, and growing blue in the
face with holding his breath, lest he should blow the house
down.
"How you stare, don't you?" said Polly in a houseless
pause.
Detected in the ignoble fact, he felt obliged to admit,
apologetically : " I am afraid I was looking rather hard at
you, Polly."
" Why do you stare? " asked Polly.
"I cannot," he murmured to himself, "recall why. — I
don't know, Polly."
" You must be a simpleton to do things and not know
why, mustn't you? " said Polly.
In spite of which reproof, he looked at the child again
intently, as she bent her head over her card structure,
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her rich curls shading her face. "It is impossible," he
thought, " that I can ever have seen this pretty baby before.
Can I have dreamed of her? In some sorrowful dream? "
He could make nothing of it. So he went into the build-
ing trade as a journeyman under Polly, and they built three
stories high, four stories high; even five.
" I say ! Who do you think is coming? " asked Polly,
rubbing her eyes after tea.
He guessed : " The waiter? "
"No, "said Polly, "the dustman. lam getting sleepy."
A new embarrassment for Bar box Brothers !
"I don't think I am going to be fetched to-night," said
Polly. " What do you think? "
He thought not, either. After another quarter of an
hour, the dustman not merely impending, but actually ar-
riving, recourse was had to the Constantinopolitan cham-
ber-maid: who cheerily undertook that the child should
sleep in a comfortable and wholesome room, which she
herself would share.
"And I know you will be careful, won't you," said Bar-
box Brothers, as a new fear dawned upon him, " that she
don't fall out of bed? "
Polly found this so highly entertaining that she was un-
der the necessity of clutching him round the neck with
both arms as he sat on his footstool picking up the cards,
and rocking him to and fro, with her dimpled chin on his
shoulder.
"Oh, what a coward you are, ain't you?" said Polly.
"Do you fall out of bed? "
"N— not generally, Polly."
"No more do I."
With that, Polly gave him a reassuring hug or two to
keep him going, and then giving that confiding mite of a
hand of hers to be swallowed up in the hand of the Con-
stantinopolitan chamber-maid, trotted off, chattering, with-
out a vestige of anxiety.
He looked after her, had the screen removed and the table
and chairs replaced, and still looked after her. He paced
the room for half an hour. " . V most engaging little crea-
ture, but it's not that. A most winning little voice, but
it's not that. That has much to do with it, but there is
something more. How can it be that I seem to know this
child? What was it she imperfectly recalled to me when
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I felt her touch in the street, and, looking down at her,
saw her looking up at me? "
"Mr. Jackson!"
With a start he turned towards the sound of the subdued
voice, and saw his answer standing at the door.
" Oh, Mr. Jackson, do not be severe with me ! Speak a
word of encouragement to me, I beseech you."
"You are Polly's mother."
"Yes."
Yes. Polly herself might come to this, one day. As
you see what the rose was in its faded leaves; as you see
what the summer growth of the woods was in their wintry
branches; so Polly might be traced, one day, in a careworn
woman like this, with her hair turned grey. Before him
were the ashes of a dead fire that had once burned bright.
This was the woman he had loved. This was the woman
he had lost. Such had been the constancy of his imagina-
tion to her, so had Time spared her under its withholding,
that now, seeing how roughly the inexorable hand had
struck her, his soul was filled with pity and amazement.
He led her to a chair, and stood leaning on a corner of
the chimney-piece, with his head resting on his hand, and
his face half averted.
" Did you see me in the street, and show me to your
child? " he asked.
" Yes."
" Is the little creature, then, a party to deceit? "
" I hope there is no deceit. I said to her, ' We have lost
our way, and I must try to find mine by myself. Go to
that gentleman, and tell him you are lost. You shall be
fetched by and bye.' Perhaps you have not thought how
very young she is? "
"She is very self-reliant."
"Perhaps because she is so young."
He asked, after a short pause. "Why did you do
this? "
" Oh, Mr. Jackson, do you ask me? In the hope that
you might see something in my innocent child to soften
your heart towards me. Not only towards me, but towards
my husband."
He suddenly turned about, and walked to the opposite
end of the room. He came back again with a slower step,
and resumed his former attitude, saying :
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" I thought you had emigrated to America? "
" We did. But life went ill with us there, and we came
back."
" Do you live in this town? "
" Yes. I am a daily teacher of music here. My husband
is a book-keeper."
" Are you — forgive my asking — poor? "
" We earn enough for our wants. That is not our dis-
tress. My husband is very, very ill of a lingering disor-
der. He will never recover "
" You check yourself. If it is for want of the encourag-
ing word you spoke of, take it from me. I cannot forget
the old time, Beatrice."
" God bless you ! " she replied with a burst of tears, and
gave him her trembling hand.
"Compose yourself. I cannot be composed if you are
not, for to see you weep distresses me beyond expression.
Speak freely to me. Trust me."
She shaded her face with her veil, and after a little
while spoke calmly. Her voice had the ring of Polly's.
"It is not that my husband's mind is at all impaired by
his bodily suffering, for I assure you that is not the case.
But in his weakness, and in his knowledge that he is incur-
ably ill, he cannot overcome the ascendancy of one idea.
It preys upon him, embitters every moment of his painful
life, and will shorten it."
She stopping, he said again : " Speak freely to me. Trust
me."
" We have had five children before this darling, and they
all lie in their little graves. He believes that they have
withered away under a curse, and that it will blight this
child like the rest."
" Under what curse? "
" Both I and he have it on our conscience that we tried
you very heavily, and I do not know but that, if I were as
ill as he, I might suffer in my mind as he does. This is
the constant burden : — ' I believe, Beatrice, I was the only
friend that Mr. Jackson ever cared to make, though I was
so much his junior. The more influence he acquired in the
business, the higher he advanced me, and I was alone in
his private confidence. I came between him and you, and
I took you from him. We were both secret, and the blow
fell when he was wholly unprepared. The anguish it
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caused a man so compressed must have been terrible; the
wrath it awakened inappeasable. So, a curse came to
be invoked on our poor pretty little flowers, and they
fall.'"
" And you, Beatrice," he asked, when she had ceased to
speak, and there had been a silence afterwards, " how say
you? "
" Until within these few weeks I was afraid of you, and
I believed that you would never, never forgive."
"Until within these few weeks," he repeated. "Have
you changed your opinion of me within these few weeks? "
"Yes."
" For what reason? "
" I was getting some pieces of music in a shop in this
town, when, to my terror, you came in. As I veiled my
face and stood in the dark end of the shop, I heard you
explain that you wanted a musical instrument for a bedrid-
den girl. Your voice and manner were so softened, you
showed such interest in its selection, you took it away
yourself with so much tenderness of care and pleasure, that
I knew you were a man with a most gentle heart. Oh,
Mr. Jackson, Mr. Jackson, if you could have felt the re-
freshing rain of tears that followed for me ! "
Was Phosbe playing at that moment on her distant
couch? He seemed to hear her.
" I inquired in the shop where you lived, but could get
no information. As I had heard you say that you were
going back by the next train (but you did not say where),
I resolved to visit the station, at about that time of day, as
often as I could, between my lessons, on the chance of see-
ing you again. I have been there very often, but saw you
no more until to-day. You were murmuring as you walked
the street, but the calm. expression of your face emboldened
me to send my child to you. And when I saw you bend
your head to speak tenderly to her, I prayed to GOD to for-
give me for having ever brought a sorrow on it. I now
pray to you to forgive me, and to forgive my husband. I
was very young, he was young, too, and, in the ignorant
hardihood of such a time of life, we don't know what we
do to those who have undergone more discipline. You
generous man ! You good man ! So to raise me up and
make nothing of my crime against you ! " — for he would
not see her on her knees, and soothed her as a kind father
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might have soothed an erring daughter — " thank you, bless
you, thank you ! "
When he next spoke, it was after having drawn aside the
window curtain and looked out awhile. Then he only said :
" Is Polly asleep? "
" Yes. As I came in, I met her going away up-stairs,
and put her to bed myself."
" Leave her with me for to-morrow, Beatrice, and write
me your address on this leaf of my pocket-book. In the
evening I will bring her home to you — and to her father."
" Hallo ! " cried Polly, putting her saucy sunny face in
at the door next morning when breakfast was ready : " I
thought I was fetched last night? "
" So you were, Polly, but I asked leave to keep you here
for the day, and to take you home in the evening."
" Upon my word ! " said Polly. " You are very cool,
ain't you? "
However, Polly seemed to think it a good idea, and added.:
"I suppose I must give you a kiss, though you are cool."
The kiss given and taken, they sat down to breakfast in
a highly conversational tone.
"•Of course, you are going to amuse me? " said Polly.
" Oh, of course ! " said Barbox Brothers.
In the pleasurable height of her anticipations, Polly
found it indispensable to put down her piece of toast, cross
one of her little fat knees over the other, and bring her lit-
tle fat right hand down into her left hand with a business-
like slap. After this gathering of herself together, Polly,
by that time a mere heap of dimples, asked in a wheedling
manner :
" What are we going to do, you dear old thing? "
"Why, I was thinking," said Barbox Brothers, " — but
are you fond of horses, Polly? "
"Ponies, I am," said Polly, "especially when their tails
are long. But horses — n — no — too big, you know."
"Well," pursued Barbox Brothers, in a spirit of grave
mysterious confidence adapted to the importance of the
consultation, "I did see yesterday, Polly, on the walls,
pictures of two long-tailed ponies, speckled all over "
" No, no, NO ! " cried Polly, in an ecstatic desire to linger
on the charming details. " Not speckled all over ! "
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"Speckled all over. Which ponies jump through
hoops '
"No, no, NO!" cried Polly as before. "They never
jump through hoops ! "
" Yes, they do. Oh, I assure you they do ! And eat pie
in pinafores "
" Ponies eating pie in pinafores ! " said Polly. " What
a story-teller you are, ain't you? "
"Upon my honour. — And fire off guns."
(Polly hardly seemed to see the force of the ponies re-
sorting to fire-arms.)
"And I was thinking," pursued the exemplary Barbox,
" that if you and I were to go to the Circus where these
ponies are, it would do our constitutions good."
"Does that mean amuse us?" inquired Polly. "What
long words you do use, don't you? "
Apologetic for having wandered out of his depth, he re-
plied :
" That means amuse us. That is exactly what it means.
There are many other wonders besides the ponies, and we
shall see them all. Ladies and gentlemen in spangled
dresses, and elephants and lions and tigers."
Polly became observant of the teapot, with a curled-up
nose indicating some uneasiness of mind.
"They never get out, of course," she remarked as a mere
truism.
"The elephants and lions and tigers? Oh, dear no! "
" Oh, dear no ! " said Polly. " And of course nobody's
afraid of the ponies shooting anybody."
"Not the least in the world."
"No, no, not the least in the world," said Polly.
"I was also thinking," proceeded Barbox, "that if we
were to look in at the toy-shop, to choose a doll "
"Not dressed!" cried Polly with a clap of her hands.
"No, no, NO, not dressed! "
"Full-dressed. Together with a house, and all things
necessary for housekeeping "
Polly gave a little scream, and seemed in danger of fall-
ing into a swoon of bliss.
" What a darling you are ! " she languidly exclaimed,
leaning back in her chair. "Come and be hugged, or I
must come and hug you."
This resplendent programme was carried into execution
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with the utmost rigour of the law. It being essential to
make the purchase of the doll its first feature — or that lady
would have lost the ponies — the toy-shop expedition took
precedence. Polly in the magic warehouse, with a doll as
large as herself under each arm, and a neat assortment of
some twenty more on view upon the counter, did indeed
present a spectacle of indecision not quite compatible with
unalloyed happiness, but the light cloud passed. The
lovely specimen oftenest chosen, oftenest rejected, and
finally abided by, was of Circassian descent, possessing as
much boldness of beauty as was reconcilable with extreme
feebleness of mouth, and combining a sky-blue silk pelisse
with rose-coloured satin trousers, and a black velvet hat:
which this fair stranger to our northern shores would seem
to have founded on the portraits of the late Duchess of
Kent. The name this distinguished foreigner brought
with her from beneath the glowing skies of a sunny clime
was (on Polly's authority) Miss Melluka, and the costly
nature of her outfit as a housekeeper, from the Barbox cof-
fers, may be inferred from the two facts that her silver tea-
spoons were as large as her kitchen- poker, and that the
proportions of her watch exceeded those of her frying-pan.
Miss Melluka was graciously pleased to express her entire
approbation of the Circus, and so was Polly; for the ponies
were speckled, and brought down nobody when they fired,
and the savagery of the wild beasts appeared to be mere
smoke — which article, in fact, they did produce in large
quantities from their insides. The Barbox absorption in
the general subject throughout the realisation of these de-
lights was again a sight to see, nor was it less worthy to
behold at dinner, when he drank to Miss Melluka, tied stiff
in a chair opposite to Polly (the fair Circassian possessing
an unbendable spine), and even induced the waiter to as-
sist in carrying out with due decorum the prevailing glo-
rious idea. To wind up, there came the agreeable fever of
getting Miss Melluka and all her wardrobe and rich pos-
sessions into a fly with Polly, to be taken home. But, by
that time, Polly had become unable to look upon such ac-
cumulated joys with waking eyes, and had withdrawn her
consciousness into the wonderful Paradise of a child's
sleep. " Sleep, Polly, sleep," said Barbox Brothers, as
her head dropped on his shoulder; "you shall not fall out
of this bed easily, at any rate ! "
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What rustling piece of paper he took from his pocket,
and carefully folded into the bosom of Polly's frock, shall
not be mentioned. He said nothing about it, and nothing
shall be said about it. They drove to a modest suburb of
the great ingenious town, and stopped at the fore-court of
a small house. "Do not wake the child," said Barbox
Brothers softly to the driver; "I will carry her in as she
is."
Greeting the light at the opened door which was held by
Polly's mother, Polly's bearer passed on with mother and
child into a ground-floor room. There, stretched on a sofa,
lay a sick man, sorely wasted, who covered his eyes with
his emaciated hands.
"Tresham," said Barbox in a kindly voice, "I have
brought you back your Polly, fast asleep. Give me your
hand, and tell me you are better."
The sick man reached forth his right hand, and bowed
his head over the hand into which it was taken, and kissed
it. " Thank you, thank you ! I may say that I am well
and happy."
"That's brave," said Barbox. "Tresham, I have a
fancy Can you make room for me beside you here? "
He sat down on the sofa as he said the words, cherishing
the plump peachy cheek that lay uppermost on his shoulder.
" I have a fancy, Tresham (I am getting quite an old fel-
low now, you know, and old fellows may take fancies into
their heads sometimes), to give up Polly, having found
her, to no one but you. Will you take her from me? "
As the father held out his arms for the child, each of the
two men looked steadily at the other.
" She is very dear to you, Tresham? "
"Unutterably dear."
"God bless her! It is not much, Polly," he continued,
turning his eyes upon her peaceful face as he apostrophised
her, " it is not much, Polly, for a blind and sinful man to
invoke a blessing on something so far better than himself
as a little child is; but it would be much — much upon his
cruel head, and much upon his guilty soul — if he could be
so wicked as to invoke a curse. He had better have a mill-
stone round his neck, and be cast into the deepest sea. Live
«nd thrive, my pretty baby ! " Here he kissed her. " Live
and prosper, and become in time the mother of other little
children, like the Angels who behold The Father's face ! "
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He kissed her again, gave her up gently to both her par-
ents, and went out.
But he went not to Wales. No, he never went to Wales.
He went straightway for another stroll about the town, and
he looked in upon the people at their work, and at their
play, here, there, everywhere, and where not. For he was
Barbox Brothers and Co. now, and had taken thousands of
partners into the solitary firm.
He had at length got back to his hotel room, and was
standing before his fire refreshing himself with a glass of
hot drink which he had stood upon the chimney-piece,
when he heard the town clocks striking, and, referring to
his watch, found the evening to have so slipped away, that
they were striking twelve. As he put up his watch again,
his eyes met those of his reflection in the chimney-glass.
"Why, it's your birthday already," he said, smiling.
" You are looking very well. I wish you many happy re-
turns of the day."
He had never before bestowed that wish upon himself.
" By Jupiter ! " he discovered, " it alters the whole case of
running away from one's birthday! It's a thing to explain
to Phoebe. Besides, here is quite a long story to tell her,
that has sprung out of the road with no story. I'll go back,
instead of going on. I'll go back by my friend Lamps' s
Up X presently."
He went back to Mugby Junction, and, in point of fact,
he established himself at Mugby Junction. It was the
convenient place to live in, for brightening Phoebe's life.
It was the convenient place to live in, for having her
taught music by Beatrice. It was the convenient place to
live in, for occasionally borrowing Polly. It was the con-
venient place to live in, for being joined at will to all sorts
of agreeable places and persons. So, he became settled
there, and, his house standing in an elevated situation, it
is noteworthy of him in conclusion, as Polly herself might
(not irreverently) have put it :
"There was an Old Barbox who lived on a hill,
And if he ain't gone, he lives there still."
HERE FOLLOWS THE SUBSTANCE OP WHAT WAS SEEN,
HEARD, OR OTHERWISE PICKED UP, BY THE GENTLEMAN
FOR NOWHERE IN HIS CAREFUL STUDY OF THE JUNCTION.
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CHAPTER III.
MAIN LINE. THE BOY AT MUGBY.
I AM the boy at Mugby. That's about what 7am.
You don't know what I mean? What a pity ! But I
think you do. I think you must. Look here. I am the
boy at what is called The Refreshment Room at Mugby
Junction, and what's proudest boast is, that it never yet
refreshed a mortal being.
Up in a corner of the Down Refreshment Room at Mugby
Junction, in the height of twenty-seven cross draughts
(I've often counted 'em while they brush the First-class
hair twenty-seven ways), behind the bottles, among the
glasses, bounded on the uor'west by the beer, stood pretty
far to the right of a metallic object that's at times the tea-
urn and at times the soup-tureen, according to the nature
of the last twang imparted to its contents which are the
same groundwork, fended off from the traveller by a bar-
rier of stale sponge-cakes erected atop of the counter, and
lastly exposed sideways to the glare of Our Missis's eye —
you ask a Boy so sitiwated, next time you stop in a hurry
at Mugby, for anything to drink; you take particular no-
tice that he'll try to seem not to hear you, that he'll ap-
pear in a absent manner to survey the Line through a trans-
parent medium composed of your head and body, and that
he won't serve you as long as you can possibly bear it.
That's me.
What a lark it is ! We are the Model Establishment,
we are, at Mugby. Other Refreshment Rooms send their
imperfect young ladies up to be finished off by our Missis.
For some of the young ladies, when they're new to the
business, come into it mild! Ah! Our Missis, she soon
takes that out of 'em. Why, I originally come into the
business meek myself. But Our Missis, she soon took that
out of me.
What a delightful lark it is ! I look upon us Refresh-
menters as ockipying the only proudly independent footing
on the Line. There's Papers, for instance, — my honour-
able friend, if he will allow me to call him so, — him as be-
longs to Smith's bookstall. Why, he no more dares to be
up to our Refreshmenting games than he dares to jump
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atop of a locomotive with her steam at full pressure, and
cut away upon her alone, driving himself, at limited-mail
speed. Papers, he'd get his head punched at every com-
partment, first, second, and third, the whole length of a
train, if he was to ventur to imitate my demeanour. It's
the same with the porters, the same with the guards, the
same with the ticket clerks, the same the whole way up to
the secretary, traffic-manager, or very chairman. There
ain't a one among 'em on the nobly independent footing we
are. Did you ever catch one of them, when you wanted
anything of him, making a system of surveying the Line
through a transparent medium composed of your head and
body? I should hope not.
You should see our Bandolining Room at Mugby Junc-
tion. It's led to by the door behind the counter, which
you'll notice usually stands ajar, and it's the room where
Our Missis and our young ladies Bandolines their hair.
You should see 'em at it, betwixt trains, Bandolining
away, as if they was anointing themselves for the combat.
When you're telegraphed, you should see their noses all a
going up with scorn, as if it was a part of the working of
the same Cooke and Wheatstone electrical machinery.
You should hear Our Missis give the word, " Here comes
the Beast to be Fed ! " and then you should see 'em indig-
nantly skipping across the Line, from the Up to the Down,
or Wicer Warsaw, and begin to pitch the stale pastry into
the plates, and chuck the sawdust sangwiches under the
glass covers, and get out the — ha, ha, ha! — the sherry, —
0 my eye, my eye ! — for your Refreshment.
It's only in the Isle of the Brave and Land of the Free
(by which, of course, I mean to say Britannia) that Re-
freshmenting is so effective, so 'olesome, so constitutional
a check upon the public. There was a Foreigner, which
having politely, with his hat off, beseeched our young la-
dies and Our Missis for "a leetel gloss hoff prarndee," and
having had the Line surveyed through him by all and no
other acknowledgment, was a proceeding at last to help
himself, as seems to be the custom in his own country,
when Our Missis, with her hair almost a coming un-Ban-
dolined with rage, and her eyes omitting sparks, flew at
him, cotched the decanter out of his hand, and said, " Put
it down! I won't allow that!" The Foreigner turned
pale, stepped back with his arms stretched out in front of
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him, his hands clasped, and his shoulders riz, and ex-
claimed : " Ah ! Is it possible, this ! That these disdain-
eous females and this ferocious old woman are placed here
by the administration, not only to empoison the voyagers,
but to affront them ! Great Heaven ! How arrives it?
The English people. Or is he then a slave? Or idiot? "
Another time, a merry, wideawake American gent had
tried the sawdust and spit it out, and had tried the Sherry
and spit that out, and had tried in vain to sustain ex-
hausted natur upon Batter- Scotch, and had been rather
extra Bandolined and Line-surveyed through, when, as the
bell was ringing and he paid Our Missis, he says, very loud
and good-tempered: "I tell Yew what 'tis, ma'arm. I
la'af. Theer! I la'af. I Dew. I oughter ha' seen most
things, for I hail from the Onlimited side of the Atlantic
Ocean, and I haive travelled right slick over the Limited,
head on through Jeerusalemm and the East, and likewise
France and Italy, Europe Old World, and am now upon
the track to the Chief Europian Village ; but such an Insti-
tution as Yew, and Yewer young ladies, and Yewer fixin's
solid and liquid, afore the glorious Tarnal I never did see
yet! And if I hain't found the eighth wonder of mon-
archial Creation, in finding Yew, and Yewer young ladies,
and Yewer fixin's solid and liquid, all as aforesaid, estab-
lished in a country where the people air not absolute
Loo-naticks, I am Extra Double Darned with a Nip and
Frizzle to the innermostest grit! Wheerfur — Theer! — I
la'af! I Dew, ma'arm. I la'af!" And so he went,
stamping and shaking his sides, along the platform all the
way to his own compartment.
I think it was her standing up agin the Foreigner as giv'
Our Missis the idea of going over to France, and droring a
comparison betwixt Refreshmenting as followed among the
frog-eaters, and Refreshmenting as triumphant in the Isle
of the Brave and Land of the Free (by which, of course, I
mean to say agin, Britannia). Our young ladies, Miss
Whiff, Miss Piff, and Mrs. Sniff, was unanimous opposed
to her going; for, as they says to Our Missis one and all,
it is well beknown to the hends of the herth as no other
nation except Britain has a idea of anythink, but above all
of business. Why then should you tire yourself to prove
what is already proved? Our Missis, however (being a
teazer at all pints) stood out grim obstinate, and got a re-
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turn pass by Southeastern Tidal, to go right through, if
such should be her dispositions, to Marseilles.
Sniff is husband to Mrs. Sniff, and is a regular insignifi-
cant cove. He looks arter the sawdust department in a
back room, and is sometimes, when we are very hard put
to it, let behind the counter with a corkscrew; but never
when it can be helped, his demeanour towards the public
being disgusting servile. How Mrs. Sniff ever come so far
to lower herself as to marry him, I don't know; but I sup-
pose he does, and I should think he wished he didn't,
for he leads a awful life. Mrs. Sniff couldn't be much
harder with him if he was public. Similarly, Miss Whiff
and Miss Piff, taking the tone of Mrs. Sniff, they shoulder
Sniff about when he is let in with a corkscrew, and they
whisk things out of his hands when in his servility he is a
going to let the public have 'em, and they snap him up
when in the crawling baseness of his spirit he is a going to
answer a public question, and they drore more tears into
his eyes than ever the mustard does which he all day long
lays on to the sawdust. (But it ain't strong.) Once,
when Sniff had the repulsiveness to reach across to get the
milk-pot to hand over for a baby, I see Our Missis in her
rage catch him by both his shoulders, and spin him out
into the Bandolining Room.
But Mrs. Sniff, — how different! She's the one! She's
the one as you'll notice to be always looking another way
from you, when you look at her. She's the one with the
small waist buckled in tight in front, and with the lace
cuffs at her wrists, which she puts on the edge of the coun-
ter before her, and stands a smoothing while the public
foams. This smoothing the cuffs and looking another way
while the public foams is the last accomplishment taught
to the young ladies as come to Mugby to be finished by
Our Missis; and it's always taught by Mrs. Sniff.
When Our Missis went away upon her journey, Mrs.
Sniff was left in charge. She did hold the public in check
most beautiful ! In all my time, I never see half so many
cups of tea given without milk to people as wanted it with,
nor half so many cups of tea with milk given to people as
wanted it without. When foaming ensued, Mrs. Sniff
would say: "Then you'd better settle it among yourselves,
and change with one another." It was a most highly
delicious lark. I enjoyed the Refreshmenting business
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more than ever, and was so glad I had took to it when
young.
Our Missis returned. It got circulated among the young
ladies, and it as it might be penetrated to me through the
crevices of the Bandolining Room, that she had Orrors to
reveal, if revelations so contemptible could be dignified
with the name. Agitation become awakened. Excitement
was up in the stirrups. Expectation stood a- tiptoe. At
length it was put forth that on our slackest evening in the
week, and at our slackest time of that evening betwixt
trains, Our Missis would give her views of foreign Refresh-
menting, in the Bandolining Room.
It was arranged tasteful for the purpose. The Bando-
lining table and glass was hid in a corner, a arm-chair was
elevated on a packing-case for Our Missis's ockypation, a
table and a tumbler of water (no sherry in it, thankee) was
placed beside it. Two of the pupils, the season being au-
tumn, and hollyhocks and dahlias being in, ornamented the
wall with three devices in those flowers. On one might
be read, "MAY ALBION NEVER LEARN;" on another,
"KEEP THE PUBLIC DOWN;" on another, "OuR REFRESH-
MENTING CHARTER." The whole had a beautiful appear-
ance, with which the beauty of the sentiments corresponded.
On Our Missis's brow was wrote Severity, as she ascended
the fatal platform. (Not that that was anythink new. )
Miss Whiff and Miss Piff sat at her feet. Three chairs
from the Waiting Room might have been perceived by a
average eye, in front of her, on which the pupils was ac-
commodated. Behind them a very close observer might
have discerned a Boy. Myself.
" Where," said Our Missis, glancing gloomily around,
"is Sniff?"
"I thought it better," answered Mrs. Sniff, "that he
should not be let to come in. He is such an Ass."
"No doubt," assented Our Missis. " But for that reason
is it not desirable to improve his mind? "
"Oh, nothing will ever improve him," said Mrs. Sniff.
"However," pursued Our Missis, "call him in, Ezekiel."
I called him in. The appearance of the low-minded
cove was hailed with disapprobation from all sides, on ac-
count of his having brought his corkscrew with him. He
pleaded "the force of habit."
"The force! " said Mrs. Sniff. "Don't let us have you
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talking about force, for Gracious' sake. There! Do stand
still where you are, with your back against the wall."
He is a smiling piece of vacancy, and he smiled in the
mean way in which he will even smile at the public if he
gets a chance (language can say no meaner of him), and he
stood upright near the door with the back of his head agin
the wall, as if he was a waiting for somebody to come and
measure his heighth for the Army.
"I should not enter, ladies," says Our Missis, "011 the
revolting disclosures I am about to make, if it was not in
the hope that they will cause you to be yet more implacable
in the exercise of the power you wield in a constitutional
country, and yet more devoted to the constitutional motto
which I see before me," — it was behind her, but the words
sounded better so, — " ' May Albion never learn ! ' '
Here the pupils as had made the motto admired it, and
cried, " Hear ! Hear ! Hear ! " Sniff, showing an inclina-
tion to join in chorus, got himself frowned down by every
brow.
"The baseness of the French," pursued Our Missis, "as
displayed in the fawning nature of their Refreshmenting,
equals, if not surpasses, anythink as was ever heard of the
baseness of the celebrated Bonaparte."
Miss Whiff, Miss Piff, and me, we drored a heavy
breath, equal to saying, " We thought as much ! " Miss
Whiff and Miss Piff seeming to object to my droring mine
along with theirs, I drored another to aggravate 'em.
" Shall I be believed," says Our Missis, with flashing
eyes, " when I tell you that no sooner had I set my foot
upon that treacherous shore "
Here Sniff, either bursting out mad, or thinking aloud,
says, in a low voice: "Feet. Plural, you know."
The cowering that come upon him when he was spurned
by all eyes, added to his being beneath contempt, was suffi-
cient punishment for a cove so grovelling. In the midst
of a silence rendered more impressive by the turned-up fe-
male noses with which it was pervaded, Our Missis went
on:
" Shall I be believed when I tell you, that no sooner had
I landed," this word with a killing look at Sniff, "on that
treacherous shore, than I was ushered into a Refreshment
Room where there were — I do not exaggerate — actually
eatable things to eat? "
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A groan burst from the ladies. I not only did myself
the honour of jining, but also of lengthening it out.
"Where there were," Our Missis added, "not only
eatable things to. eat, but also drinkable things to
drink."
A murmur, swelling almost into a scream, ariz. Miss
Piff, trembling with indignation, called out, "Name? "
"I will name," said Our Missis. "There was roast
fowls, hot and cold; there was smoking roast veal sur-
rounded with browned potatoes; there was hot soup with
(again I ask shall I be credited?) nothing bitter in it, and
no flour to choke off the consumer; there was a variety of
cold dishes set off with jelly; there was salad; there was
— mark me! fresh pastry, and that of a light construction;
there was a luscious show of fruit; there was bottles and
decanters of sound small wine, of every size, and adapted
to every pocket; the same odious statement will apply to
brandy; and these were set out upon the counter so that
all could help themselves."
Our Missis's lips so quivered, that Mrs. Sniff, though
scarcely less convulsed than she were, got up and held the
tumbler to them.
"This," proceeds Our Missis, "was my first unconstitu-
tional experience. Well would it have been if it had been
my last and worst. But no. As I proceeded farther into
that enslaved and ignorant land, its aspect became more
hideous. I need not explain to this assembly the ingre-
dients and formation of the British Refreshment sang-
wich? "
Universal laughter, — except from Sniff, who, as sang-
wich-cutter, shook his head in a state of the utmost dejec-
tion as he stood with it agin the wall.
" Well ! " said Our Missis, with dilated nostrils. " Take
a fresh, crisp, long, crusty penny loaf made of the whitest
and best flour. Cut it longwise through the middle. In-
sert a fair and nicely fitting slice of ham. Tie a smart
piece of ribbon round the middle of the whole to bind it to-
gether. Add at one end a neat wrapper of clean white
paper by which to hold it. And the universal French Re-
freshment sangwich busts on your disgusted vision."
^ A cry of " Shame ! " from all — except Sniff, which rubbed
his stomach with a soothing hand.
"I need not," said Our Missis, " explain to this assembly
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the usual formation and fitting of the British Refreshment
Room? "
No, no, and laughter. Sniff again shaking his head in
low spirits agin the wall.
"Well," said Our Missis, " what would you say to a gen-
eral decoration of everythink, to hangings (something ele-
gant), to easy velvet furniture, to abundance of little tables,
to abundance of little seats, to brisk bright waiters, to great
convenience, to a pervading cleanliness and tastefulness
positively addressing the public, and making the Beast
thinking itself worth the pains? "
Contemptuous fury on the part of all the ladies. Mrs.
Sniff looking as if she wanted somebody to hold her, and
everybody else looking as if they'd rayther not.
"Three times," said Our Missis, working herself into a
truly terrimenjious state, — "three times did I see these
shameful things, only between the coast and Paris, and not
counting either: at Hazebroucke, at Arras, at Amiens.
But worse remains. Tell me, what would you call a per-
son who should propose in England that there should be
kept, say at our own model Mugby Junction, pretty bas-
kets, each holding an assorted cold lunch and dessert for
one, each at a certain fixed price, and each within a pas-
senger's power to take away, to empty in the carriage at
perfect leisure, and to return at another station fifty or a
hundred miles farther on? "
There was disagreement what such a person should be
called. Whether revolutionist, atheist, Bright (/ said
him), or Un-English. Miss Piff screeched her shrill opin-
ion last, in the words : " A malignant maniac ! "
"I adopt," says Our Missis, "the brand set upon such a
person by the righteous indignation of my friend Miss Piff.
A malignant maniac. Know, then, that that malignant
maniac has sprung from the congenial soil of France, and
that his malignant madness was in unchecked action on this
same part of my journey."
I noticed that Sniff was a-rubbing his hands, and that
Mrs. Sniff had got her eye upon him. But I did not take
more particular notice, owing to the excited state in which
the young ladies was, and to feeling myself called upon to
keep it up with a howl.
"On my experience south of Paris," said Our Missis, in
a deep tone, " I will not expatiate. Too loathsome were
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the task ! But fancy this. Fancy a guard coming round,
with the train at full speed, to inquire how many for din-
ner. Fancy his telegraphing forward the number of din-
ners. Fancy every one expected, and the table elegantly
laid for the complete party. Fancy a charming dinner, in
a charming room, and the head-cook, concerned for the
honour of every dish, superintending in his clean white
jacket and cap. Fancy the Beast travelling six hundred
miles on end, very fast, and with great punctuality, yet
being taught to expect all this to be done for it ! "
A spirited chorus of "The Beast! "
I noticed that Sniff was agin a-rubbing his stomach with
a soothing hand, and that he had drored up one leg. But
agin didn't take particular notice, looking on myself as
called upon to stimulate public feeling. It being a lark
besides.
"Putting everything together," said Our Missis, "French
Refreshmenting comes to this, and oh, it comes to a nice
total ! First : eatable things to eat, and drinkable things
to drink."
A groan from the young ladies, kep' up by me.
"Second: convenience, and even elegance."
Another groan from the young ladies, kep' up by me.
"Third: moderate charges."
This time a groan from me, kep' up by the young ladies.
"Fourth: — and here," says Our Missis, "I claim your
angriest sympathy, — attention, common civility, nay, even
politeness ! "
Me and the young ladies regularly raging mad all to-
gether.
"And I cannot in conclusion," says Our Missis, with her
spitefullest sneer, " give you a completer picture of that de-
spicable nation (after what I have related), than assuring
you that they wouldn't bear our constitutional ways and
noble independence at Mugby Junction, for a single month,
and that they would turn us to the right-about and put an-
other system in our places, as soon as look at us; perhaps
sooner, for I do not believe they have the good taste to
care to look at us twice."
The swelling tumult was arrested in its rise. Sniff,
bore away by his servile disposition, had drored up his leg
with a higher and a higher relish, and was now discovered
to be waving his corkscrew over his head. It was at this
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moment that Mrs. Sniff, who had kep' her eye upon him
like the fabled obelisk, descended on her victim. Our
Missis followed them both out, and cries was heard in the
sawdust department.
You come into the Down Refreshment Room, at the
Junction, making believe you don't know me, and I'll
pint you out with my right thumb over my shoulder which
is Our Missis, and which is Miss Whiff, and which is Miss
Piff, and which is Mrs. Sniff. But you won't get a chance
to see Sniff, because he disappeared that night. Whether
he perished, tore to pieces, I cannot say; but his corkscrew
alone remains, to bear witness to the servility of his dispo-
sition.
CHAPTER IV.
NO. 1 BRANCH LINE. — THE SIGNAL-MAN.
" HALLOA ! Below there ! "
When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was stand-
ing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled
round its short pole. One would have thought, considering
the nature of the ground, that he could not have doubted
from what quarter the voice came; but instead of looking
up to where I stood on the top of the steep cutting nearly
over his head, he turned himself about, and locked down
the Line. There was something remarkable in his manner
of doing so, though I could not have said for my life what.
But I know it was remarkable enough to attract my notice,
even though his figure was foreshortened and shadowed,
down in the deep trench, and mine was high above him, so
steeped in the glow of an angry sunset, that I had shaded
my eyes with my hand before I saw him at all.
"Halloa! Below!"
From looking down the Line, he turned himself about
again, and, raising his eyes, saw my figure high above him.
" Is there any path by which I can come down and speak
to you? "
He looked up at me without replying, and I looked down
at him without pressing him too soon with a repetition of
my idle question. Just then there came a vague vibration
in the earth and air, quickly changing into a violent pulsa-
tion, and an oncoming rush that caused me to start back, as
though it had force to draw me down. When such vapour
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as rose to my height from this rapid train had passed me,
and was skimming away over the landscape, I looked
down again, and saw him refurling the flag he had shown
while the train went by.
I repeated my inquiry. After a pause, during which he
seemed to regard me with fixed attention, he motioned with
his rolled-up flag towards a point on my level, some two or
three hundred yards distant. I called down to him, " All
right ! " and made for that point. There, by dint of look-
ing closely about me, I found a rough zigzag descending
path notched out, which I followed.
The cutting was extremely deep, and unusually precipi-
tate. It was made through a clammy stone, that became
oozier and wetter as I went down. For these reasons, I
found the way long enough to give me time to recall a sin-
gular air of reluctance or compulsion with which he had
pointed out the path.
When I came down low enough upon the zigzag descent
to see him again, I saw that he was standing between the
rails on the way by which the train had lately passed, in
an attitude as if he were waiting for me to appear. He
had his left hand at his chin, and that left elbow rested on
his right hand, crossed over his breast. His attitude was
one of such expectation and watchfulness that I stopped a
moment, wondering at it.
I resumed my downward way, and stepping out upon the
level of the railroad, and drawing nearer to him, saw that
he was a dark sallow man, with a dark beard and rather
heavy eyebrows. His post was in as solitary and dismal a
place as ever I saw. On either side, a dripping- wet wall
of jagged stone, excluding all view but a strip of sky; the
perspective one way only a crooked prolongation of this
great dungeon; the shorter perspective in the other direc-
tion terminating in a gloomy red light, and the gloomier en-
trance to a black tunnel, in whose massive architecture there
was a barbarous, depressing, and forbidding air. So little
sunlight ever found its way to this spot, that it had an earthy,
deadly smell; and so much cold wind rushed through it,
that it struck chill to me, as if I had left the natural world.
Before he stirred, I was near enough to him to have
touched him. Not even then removing his eyes from mine,
he stepped back one step, and lifted his hand.
This was a lonesome post to occupy (I said), and it had
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riveted my attention when I looked down from up yonder.
A visitor was a rarity, I should suppose ; not an unwelcome
rarity, I hoped? In me, he merely saw a man who had
been shut up within narrow limits all his life, and who,
being at last set free, had a newly-awakened interest in
these great works. To such purpose I spoke to him; but
I am far from sure of the terms I used; for, besides that I
am not happy in opening any conversation, there was some-
thing in the man that daunted me.
He directed a most curious look towards the red light
near the tunnel's mouth, and looked all about it, as if
something were missing from it, and then looked at me.
That light was part of his charge? Was it not?
He answered in a low voice, — " Don't you know it is? "
The monstrous thought came into my mind, as I perused
the fixed eyes and the saturnine face, that this was a spirit,
not a man. I have speculated since, whether there may
have been infection in his mind.
In my turn, I stepped back. But in making the action,
I detected in his eyes some latent fear of me. This put
the monstrous thought to flight.
"You look at me," I said, forcing a smile, "as if you
had a dread of me."
" I was doubtful," he returned, " whether I had seen you
before."
"Where?"
He pointed to the red light he had looked at.
"There?" I said.
Intently watchful of me, he replied (but without sound),
"Yes."
" My good fellow, what should I do there? However,
be that as it may, I never was there, you may swear."
"I think I may," he rejoined. "Yes; I am sure I may."
His manner cleared, like my own. He replied to my re-
marks with readiness, arid in well-chosen words. Had he
much to do there? Yes; that was to say, he had enough
responsibility to bear; but exactness and watchfulness were
what was required of him, and of actual work — manual
labour — he had next to none. To change that signal, to
trim those lights, and to turn this iron handle now and
then, was all he had to do under that head. Regarding
those many long and lonely hours of which I seemed to
make so much, he could only say that the routine of Ms
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life had shaped itself into that form, and he had grown
used to it He had taught himself a language down here,
— if only to know by sight, and to have formed his own
crude ideas of its pronunciation, could be called learning
it. He had also worked at fractions and decimals, and
tried a little algebra; but he was, and had been as a boy, a
poor hand at figures. Was it necessary for him when on
duty always to remain in that channel of damp air, and
could he never rise into the sunshine from between those
high stone walls? Why, that depended upon times and
circumstances. Under some conditions there would be less
upon the Line than under others, and the same held good
as to certain hours of the day and night. In bright
weather, he did choose occasions for getting a little above
these lower shadows; but, being at all times liable to be
called by his electric bell, and at such times listening for it
with redoubled anxiety, the relief was less than I would
suppose.
He took me into his box, where there was a fire, a desk
for an official book in which he had 'to make certain entries,
a telegraphic instrument with its dial, face, and needles,
and the little bell of which he had spoken. On my trust-
ing that he would excuse the remark that he had been well
educated, and (I hoped I might say without offence), per-
haps educated above that station, he observed that instances
of slight incongruity in such wise would rarely be found
wanting among large bodies of men; that he had heard it
was so in workhouses, in the police force, even in that last
desperate resource, the army; and that he knew it was so,
more or less, in any great railway staff. He had been,
when young (if I could believe it, sitting in that hut, — he
scarcely could), a student of natural philosophy, and had
attended lectures; but he had run wild, misused his oppor-
tunities, gone down, and never risen again. He had no
complaint to offer about that. He had made his bed, and
he lay upon it. It was far too late to make another.
All that I have here condensed he said in a quiet manner,
with his grave dark regards divided between me and the
fire. He threw in the word, " Sir," from time to time, and
especially when he referred to his youth, — as though to re-
quest me to understand that he claimed to be nothing but
what I found him. He was several times interrupted by
the little bell, and had to read off messages, and send re-
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plies. Once he had to stand without the door, and display
a flag as a train passed, and make some verbal communica-
tion to the driver. In the discharge of his duties, I ob-
served him to be remarkably exact and vigilant, breaking
off his discourse at a syllable, and remaining silent until
what he had to do was done.
In a word, I should have set this man down as one of the
safest of men to be employed in that capacity, but for the
circumstance that while he was speaking to me he twice
broke off with a fallen colour, turned his face towards the
little bell when it did NOT ring, opened the door of the hut
(which was kept shut to exclude the unhealthy damp),
and looked out towards the red light near the mouth of the
tunnel. On both of those occasions, he came back to the
fire with the inexplicable air upon him which I had re-
marked, without being able to define, when we were so far
asunder.
Said I, when I rose to leave him, " You almost make me
think that I have met with a contented man."
(I am afraid I must acknowledge that I said it to lead
him on.)
" I believe I used to be so," he rejoined, in the low voice
in which he had first spoken; " but I am troubled, sir, I am
troubled."
He would have recalled the words if he could. He had
said them, however, and I took them up quickly
" With what? What is your trouble? "
" It is very difficult to impart, sir It is very, very diffi-
cult to speak of. If ever you make me another visit, I will
try to tell you."
"But I expressly intend to make you another visit.
Say, when shall it be? "
" I go off early in the morning, and I shall be on again
at ten to-morrow night, sir. "
"I will come at eleven."
He thanked me, and went out at the door with me. " I'll
show my white light, sir," he said, in his peculiar low voice,
"till you have found the way up. When you have found
it, don't call out! And when you are at the top, don't call
out!"
His manner seemed to make the place strike colder to
me, but I said no more than, "Very well."
"And when you come down to-morrow night, don't call
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out! Let me ask you a parting question. What made you
cry, 'Halloa! Below there!' to-night?"
"Heaven knows," said I. "I cried something to that
effect "
" Not to that effect, sir. Those were the very words. I
know them well."
"Admit those were the very words. I said them, no
doubt, because I saw you below. "
" For no other reason? "
" What other reason could I possibly have? "
" You had no feeling that they were conveyed to you in
any supernatural way? "
"No."
He wished me good night, and held up his light. I
walked by the side of the down Line of rails (with a very
disagreeable sensation of a train coming behind me) until I
found the path. It was easier to mount than to descend,
and I got back to my inn without any adventure.
Punctual to my appointment, I placed my foot on the
first notch of the zigzag next night, as the distant clocks
were striking eleven. He was waiting for me at the bot-
tom, with his white light on. "I have not called out," I
said, when we came close together; "may I speak now?"
"By all means, sir." "Good night, then, and here's my
hand." "Good night, sir, and here's mine." With that
we walked side by side to his box, entered it, closed the
door, and sat down by the fire.
"I have made up my mind, sir," he began, bending for-
ward as soon as we were seated, and speaking in a tone but
a little above a whisper, " that you shall not have to ask
me twice what troubles me. I took you for some one else
yesterday evening. That troubles me."
" That mistake? "
" No. That some one else."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know."
"Like me?"
"I don't know. I never saw the face. The left arm is
across the face, and the right arm is waved, — violently
waved. This way."
I followed his action with my eyes, and it was the action
of an arm gesticulating, with the utmost passion and vehe-
mence, "For God's sake, clear the way!"
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"One moonlight night," said the man, "I was sitting
here, when I heard a voice cry, ' Halloa ! Below there ! ' I
started up, looked from that door, and saw this Some one
else standing by the red light near the tunnel, waving as I
just now showed you. The voice seemed hoarse with shout-
ing, and it cried, ' Look out ! Look out ! ' And then again,
' Halloa ! Below there ! Look out ! ' I caught up my
lamp, turned it on red, and ran towards the figure, calling,
' What's wrong? What has happened? Where? ' It
stood just outside the blackness of the tunnel. I advanced
so close upon it that I wondered at its keeping the sleeve
across its eyes. I ran right up at it, and had my hand
stretched out to pull the sleeve away, when it was gone."
" Into the tunnel? " said I.
"No. I ran on into the tunnel, five hundred yards. I
stopped, and held my lamp above my head, and saw the
figures of the measured distance, and saw the wet stains
stealing down the walls and trickling through the arch.
I ran out again faster than I had run in (for I had a mor-
tal abhorrence of the place upon me), and I looked all round
the red light with my own red light, and I went up the iron
ladder to the gallery atop of it, and I came down again, and
ran back here. I telegraphed both ways, ' An alarm has
been given. Is anything wrong? ' The answer came back,
both ways, ' All well.' '
Resisting the slow touch of a frozen finger tracing out
my spine, I showed him how that this figure must be a de-
ception of his sense of sight; and how that figures, origi-
nating in disease of the delicate nerves that minister to the
functions of the eye, were known to have often troubled pa-
tients, some of whom had become conscious of the nature of
their affliction, and had even proved it by experiments upon
themselves. "As to an imaginary cry," said I, "do but
listen for a moment to the wind in this unnatural valley
while we speak so low, and to the wild harp it makes of
the telegraph wires."
That was all very well, he returned, after we had sat lis-
tening for a while, and he ought to know something of the
wind and the wires, — he who so often passed long winter
nights there, alone and watching. But he would beg to re-
mark that he had not finished.
I asked his pardon, and he slowly added these words,
touching my arm, —
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" Within six hours after the Appearance, the memorable
accident on this Line happened, and within ten hours the
dead and wounded were brought along through the tunnel
over the spot where the figure had stood."
A disagreeable shudder crept over me, but I did my best
against it. It was not to be denied, I rejoined, that this
was a remarkable coincidence, calculated deeply to impress
his mind. But it was unquestionable that remarkable co-
incidences did continually occur, and they must be taken
into account in dealing with such a subject. Though to be
sure I must admit, I added (for I thought I saw that he
was going to bring the objection to bear upon me), men of
common sense did not allow much for coincidences in mak-
ing the ordinary calculations of life.
He again begged to remark that he had not finished.
I again begged his pardon for being betrayed into inter-
ruptions.
"This, "he said, again laying his hand upon my arm,
and glancing over his shoulder with hollow eyes, " was just
a year ago. Six or seven months passed, and I had re-
covered from the surprise and shock, when one morning, as
the day was breaking, I, standing at the door, looked tow-
ards the red light, and saw the spectre again." He stopped,
with a fixed look at me.
"Did it cry out?"
"No. It was silent."
" Did it wave its arm? n
" No. It leaned against the shaft of the light, with both
hands before the face. Like this."
Once more I followed his action with my eyes. It was
an action of mourning I have seen such an attitude in
stone figures on tombs.
" Did you go up to it? "
" I came in and sat down, partly to collect my thoughts,
partly because it had turned me faint. When I went to
the door again, daylight was above me, and the ghost was
gone "
" But nothing followed? Nothing came of this? "
He touched me on the arm with his forefinger twice or
thrice, giving a ghastly nod each time :
"That very day, as a train came out of the tunnel, I
noticed, at a carriage window on my side, what looked like
a confusion of hands and heads, and something waved. I
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saw it just in time to signal the driver, Stop ! He shut off,
and put his brake on, but the train drifted past here a hun-
dred and fifty yards or more. I ran after it, and, as I went
along, heard terrible screams and cries. A beautiful young
lady had died instantaneously in one of the compartments,
and was brought in here, and laid down on this floor be-
tween us."
Involuntarily I pushed my chair back, as I looked from
the boards at which he pointed to himself.
" True, sir. True. Precisely as it happened, so I tell it
you."
I could think of nothing to say, to any purpose, and my
mouth was very dry. The wind and the wires took up the
story with a long lamenting wail.
He resumed. "Now, sir, mark this, and judge how my
mind is troubled. The spectre came back a week ago.
Ever since, it has been there, now and again, by fits and
starts. "
" At the light? "
"At the Danger-light."
" What does it seem to do? "
He repeated, if possible with increased passion and vehe-
mence, that former gesticulation of, "For God's sake, clear
the way ! "
Then he went on. "I have no peace or rest for it. It
calls to me, for many minutes together, in an agonised
manner, ' Below there ! Look out ! Look out ! ' It stands
waving to me It rings my little bell — "
I caught at that. " Did it ring your bell yesterday even-
ing when I was here, and you went to the door? "
"Twice."
"Why, see," said I, "how your imagination misleads
you. My eyes were on the bell, and my ears were open to
the bell, and if I am a living man, it did NOT ring at those
times. No, nor at any other time, except when it was rung
in the natural course of physical things by the station com-
municating with you."
He shook his head. " I have never made a mistake as to
that yet, sir. I have never confused the spectre's ring
with the man's. The ghost's ring is a strange vibration in
the bell that it derives from nothing else, and I have not
asserted that the bell stirs to the eye. I don't wonder that
you failed to hear it. But /heard it."
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" And did the spectre seem to be there, when you looked
out? "
"It WAS there."
" Both times? "
He repeated firmly : "Both times."
" Will you come to the door with me, and look for it
now? "
He bit his under lip as though he were somewhat unwill-
ing, but arose. I opened the door, and stood on the step,
while he stood in the doorway. There was the Danger-light.
There was the dismal mouth of the tunnel. There were the
high, wet stone walls of the cutting. There were the stars
above them.
" Do you see it? " I asked him, taking particular note of
his face. His eyes were prominent and strained, but not
very much more so, perhaps, than my own had been when
I had directed them earnestly towards the same spot.
"No," he answered. "It is not there."
"Agreed," said I.
We went in again, shut the door, and resumed our seats.
I was thinking how best to improve this advantage, if it
might be called one, when he took up the conversation in
such a matter-of-course way, so assuming that there could
be no serious question of fact between us, that I felt my-
self placed in the weakest of positions.
"By this time you will fully understand, sir," he said,
" that what troubles me so dreadfully is the question, What
does the spectre mean? "
I was not sure, I told him, that I did fully understand.
"What is its warning against?" he said, ruminating,
with his eyes on the fire, and only by times turning them
on me. "What is the danger? Where is the danger?
There is danger overhanging somewhere on the Line.
Some dreadful calamity will happen. It is not to be
doubted this third time, after what has gone before. But
surely this a cruel haunting of me. What can / do? "
He pulled out his handkerchief, and wiped the drops
from his heated forehead.
" If I telegraph Danger, on either side of me, or on both,
I can give no reason for it," he went on, wiping the palms
of his hands. " I should get into trouble, and do no good.
They would think I was mad. This is the way it would
work, — Message : ' Danger ! Take care ! ' Answer :
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'What Danger? Where?' Message: 'Don't know. But,
for God's sake, take care!' They would displace me.
What else could they do? "
His pain of mind was most pitiable to see. It was the
mental torture of a conscientious man, oppressed beyond
endurance by an unintelligible responsibility involving life.
"When it first stood under the Danger-light," he went
on, putting his dark hair back from his head, and drawing
his hands outward across and across his temples in an ex-
tremity of feverish distress, " why not tell me where that
accident was to happen, — if it must happen? Why not
tell me how it could be averted, — if it could have been
averted? When on its second coming it hid its face, why
not tell me, instead, ' She is going to die. Let them keep
her at home ' ? If it came, on those two occasions, only to
show me that its warnings were true, and so to prepare me
for the third, why not warn me plainly now? And I, Lord
help me ! A mere poor signal-man on this solitary station !
Why not go to somebody with credit to be believed, and
power to act? "
When I saw him in this state, I saw that for the poor
man's sake, as well as for the public safety, what I had to
do for the time was to compose his mind. Therefore, set-
ting aside all question of reality or unreality between us, I
represented to him that whoever thoroughly discharged
his duty must do well, and that at least it was his comfort
that he understood his duty, though he did not understand
these confounding Appearances. In this effort I succeeded
far better than in the attempt to reason him out of his con-
viction. He became calm; the occupations incidental to
his post as the night advanced began to make larger de-
mands on his attention : and I left him at two in the morn-
ing. I had offered to stay through the night, but he would
not hear of it.
That I more than once looked back at the red light as I
ascended the pathway, that I did not like the red light,
and that I should have slept but poorly if my bed had been
under it, I see no reason to conceal. Nor did I like the
two sequences of the accident and the dead girl. I see no
reason to conceal that either.
But what ran most in my thoughts was the consideration
how ought I to act, having become the recipient of this dis-
closure? I had proved the man to be intelligent, vigilant,
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painstaking, and exact; but how long might he remain so,
in his state of mind? Though in a subordinate position,
still he held a most important trust, and would I (for
instance) like to stake my own life on the chances of his
continuing to execute it with precision?
Unable to overcome a feeling that there would be some-
thing treacherous in my communicating what he had told
me to his superiors in the Company, without first being
plain with himself and proposing a middle course to him, I
ultimately resolved to offer to accompany him (otherwise
keeping his secret for the present) to the wisest medical
practitioner we could hear of in those parts, and to take his
opinion. A change in his time of duty would come round
next night, he had apprised me, and he would be off an
hour or two after sunrise, and on again soon after sunset.
I had appointed to return accordingly.
Next evening was a lovely evening, and I walked out
early to enjoy it. The sun was not yet quite down when I
traversed the field-path near the top of the deep cutting.
I would extend my walk for an hour, I said to myself, half
an hour on and half an hour back, and it would then be
time to go to my signal-man's box.
Before pursuing my stroll, I stepped to the brink, and
mechanically looked down, from the point from which I
had first seen him. I cannot describe the thrill that seized
upon me, when, close at the mouth of the tunnel, I saw the
appearance of a man, with his left sleeve across his eyes,
passionately waving his right arm.
The nameless horror that oppressed me passed in a mo-
ment, for in a moment I saw that this appearance of a man
was a man indeed, and that there was a little group of other
men, standing at a short distance, to whom he seemed to be
rehearsing the gesture he made. The Danger-light was not
yet lighted. Against its shaft, a little low hut, entirely
new to me, had been made of some wooden supports and
tarpaulin. It looked no bigger than a bed.
With an irresistible sense that something was wrong, —
with a flashing self-reproachful fear that fatal mischief had
come of my leaving the man there, and causing no one to be
sent to overlook or correct what he did, — I descended the
notched path with all the speed I could make.
" What is the matter? " I asked the men.
" Signal-man killed this morning, sir."
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"Not the man belonging to that box? "
"Yes, sir."
"Not the man I know?"
"You will recognise him, sir, if you knew him," said the
man who spoke for the others, solemnly uncovering his own
head, and raising an end of the tarpaulin, " for his face is
quite composed."
"0, how did this happen, how did this happen?" I
asked, turning from one to another as the hut closed in
again.
" He was cut down by an engine, sir. No man in Eng-
land knew his work better. But somehow he was not clear
of the outer rail. It was just at broad day. He had struck
the light, and had the lamp in his hand. As the engine
came out of the tunnel, his back was towards her, and she
cut him down. That man drove her, and was showing how
it happened. Show the gentleman, Tom."
The man, who wore a rough dark dress, stepped back to
his former place at the mouth of the tunnel.
"Coming round the curve in the tunnel, sir," he said, " I
saw him at the end,' like as if I saw him down a perspec-
tive-glass. There was no time to check speed, and I knew
him to be very careful. As he didn't seem to take heed of
the whistle, I shut it off when we were running down upon
him, and called to him as loud as I could call-"
" What did you say? "
"I said, 'Below there! Look out! Look out! For
God's sake, clear the way ! ' "
I started.
" Ah ! it was a dreadful time, sir. I never left off calling
to him. I put this arm before my eyes not to see, and I
waved this arm to the last; but it was no use."
Without prolonging the narrative to dwell on any one of
its curious circumstances more than on any other, I may, in
closing it, point out the coincidence that the warning of the
engine-driver included, not only the words which the un-
fortunate signal-man had repeated to me as haunting him,
but also the words which I myself — not he — had attached,
and that only in my own mind, to the gesticulation he had
imitated.
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MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
MASTER HUMPHREY FROM HIS CLOCK-SIDE
IN THE CHIMNEY-CORNER.
THE reader must not expect to know where I live. At
present, it is true, my abode may be a question of little or
no import to anybody; but if I should carry my readers
with me, as I hope to do, and there should spring up, be-
tween them and me, feelings of homely affection and re-
gard attaching something of interest to matters ever co
slightly connected with my fortunes or my speculations,
even my place of residence might one day have a kind of
charm for them. Bearing this possible contingency in
mind, I wish them to understand in the outset, that they
must never expect to know it.
I am not a churlish old man. Friendless I can never be,
for all mankind are my kindred, and I am ou ill terms with
no one member of my great family. But for many years I
have led a lonely, solitary life; — what wound I sought to
heal, what sorrow to forget, originally, matters not now;
it is sufficient that retirement has become a habit with me,
and that I am unwilling to break the spell which for so
long a time has shed its quiet influence upon my home and
heart.
I live in a venerable suburb of London, in an old house
which in bygone days was a famous resort for merry roys-
terers and peerless ladies, long since departed. It is a si-
lent shady place, with a paved courtyard so full of echoes,
that sometimes I am tempted to believe that faint responses
to the noises of old times linger there yet, and that these
ghosts of sound haunt my footsteps as I pace it up and
down. I am the more confirmed in this belief, because, of
late years, the echoes that attend my walks have been less
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2 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
loud and marked than they were wont to be; and it is
pleasanter to imagine in them the rustling of silk brocade,
and the light step of some lovely girl, than to recognise in
their altered note the failing tread of an old man.
Those who like to read of brilliant rooms and gorgeous
furniture would derive but little pleasure from a minute
description of my simple dwelling. It is dear to me for
the same reason that they would hold it in slight regard.
Its worm-eaten doors, and low ceilings crossed by clumsy
beams; its walls of wainscot, dark stairs, and gaping clos-
ets; its small chambers, communicating with each other by
winding passages or narrow steps; its many nooks, scarce
larger than its corner-cupboards; its very dust and dulness,
are all dear to me. The moth and spider are my constant
tenants; for in my house the one basks in his long sleep,
and the other plies his busy loom secure and undisturbed.
I have a pleasure in thinking on a summer's day how many
butterflies have sprung for the first time into light and sun-
shine from some dark corner of these old walls.
When I first came to live here, which was many years
ago, the neighbours were curious to know who I was, and
whence I came, and why I lived so much alone. As time
went on, and they still remained unsatisfied on these points,
I became the centre of a popular ferment, extending for
half a mile round, and in one direction for a full mile.
Various rumours were circulated to my prejudice. I was a
spy, an infidel, a conjurer, a kidnapper of children, a refu-
gee, a priest, a monster. Mothers caught up their infants
and ran into their houses as I passed; men eyed me spite-
fully, and muttered threats and curses. I was the object
of suspicion and distrust — ay, of downright hatred too.
But when in course of time they found I did no harm,
but, on the contrary, inclined towards them despite their
unjust usage, they began to relent. I found my footsteps
no longer dogged, as they had often been before, and ob-
served that the women and children no longer retreated,
but would stand and gaze at me as I passed their doors. I
took this for a good omen, and waited patiently for better
times. By degrees I began to make friends among these
humble folks; and though they were yet shy of speaking,
would give them "good-day," and so pass on. In a little
time, those whom I had thus accosted would make a point
of coming to their doors and windows at the usual hour,
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. t
and nod or curtsey to me; children, too, came timidly
within my reach, and ran away quite scared when I patted
their heads and bade them be good at school. These little
people soon grew more familiar. From exchanging mere
words of course with my older neighbours, I gradually be-
came their friend and adviser, the depositary of their cares
and sorrows, and sometimes, it may be, the reliever, in my
small way, of their distresses. And now I never walk
abroad but pleasant recognitions and smiling faces wait on
Master Humphrey.
It was a whim of mine, perhaps as a whet to the curios-
ity of my neighbours, and a kind of retaliation upon them
for their suspicions — it was, I say, a whim of mine, when
I first took up my abode in this place, to acknowledge no
other name than Humphrey. With my detractors, I was
Ugly Humphrey. When I began to convert them into
friends, I was Mr. Humphrey and Old Mr. Humphrey. At
length I settled down into plain Master Humphrey, which
was understood to be the title most pleasant to my ear; and
so completely a matter of course has it become, that some-
times when I am taking my morning walk in my little
courtyard, I overhear my barber — who has a profound re-
spect for me, and would not, I am sure, abridge my hon-
ours for the world — holding forth on the other side of the
wall, touching the state of "Master Humphrey's" health,
and communicating to some friend the substance of the
conversation that he and Master Humphrey have had to-
gether in the course of the shaving which he has just
concluded.
That I may not make acquaintance with my readers un-
der false pretences, or give them cause to complain here-
after that I have withheld any matter which it was essen-
tial for them to have learnt at first, I wish them to know
— and I smile sorrowfully to think that the time has been
when the confession would have given me pain — that I am
a mis-shapen, deformed old man.
I have never been made a misanthrope by this cause. I
have never been stung by any insult, nor wounded by any
jest upon my crooked figure. As a child I was melancholy
and timid, but that was because the gentle consideration
paid to my misfortune sank deep into my spirit and made
me sad, even in those early days. I was but a very young
creature when my poor mother died, and yet I remember
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that often when I hung around her neck, and oftener still
when I played about the room before her, she would catch
me to her bosom, aud bursting into tears, soothe me with
every term of fondness and affection. God knows 1 was a
happy child at those times — happy to nestle in her breast —
happy to weep when she did — happy in not knowing why.
These occasions are so strongly impressed upon my mem-
ory, that they seem to have occupied whole years. I had
numbered very, very few when they ceased for ever, but be-
fore then their meaning had been revealed to me.
I do not know whether all children are imbued with a
quick perception of childish grace and beauty, and a strong
love for it, but I was. I had no thought that I remember,
either that I possessed it myself or that I lacked it, but I
admired it with an intensity I cannot describe. A little
knot of playmates — they must have been beautiful, for I
see them now — were clustered one day round my mother's
knee in eager admiration of some picture representing a
group of infant angels, which she held in her hand. Whose
the picture was, whether it was familiar to me or otherwise,
or how all the children came to be there, I forget; I have
some dim thought it was my birthday, but the beginning of
my recollection is that we were all together in a garden, and
it was summer weather — I am sure of that, for one of the
little girls had roses in her sash. There were many lovely
angels in this picture, and I remember the fancy coming
upon me to point out which of them represented each child
there, and that when I had gone through all my compan-
ions, I stopped and hesitated, wondering which was most
like me. I remember the children looking at each other,
and my turning red and hot, and their crowding round to
kiss me, saying that they loved me all the same; and then,
and when the old sorrow came into my dear mother's mild
and tender look, the truth broke upon me for the first time,
and I knew, while watching my awkward and ungainly
sports, how keenly she had felt for her poor crippled boy.
I used frequently to dream of it afterwards, and now my
heart aches for that child as if I had never been he, when
I think how often he awoke from some fairy change to his
own old form, and sobbed himself to sleep again.
Well, well — all these sorrows are past. My glancing at
them may not be without its use, for it may help in some
measure to explain why I have all my life been attached to
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 5
the inanimate objects that people my chamber, and how I
have come to look upon them rather in the light of old and
constant friends, than as mere chairs and tables which a
little money could replace at will.
Chief and first among all these is my Clock — my old,
cheerful, companionable Clock. How can I ever convey to
others an idea of the comfort and consolation that this old
Clock has been for years to me !
It is associated with my earliest recollections. It stood
upon the staircase at home (I call it home still, mechani-
cally), nigh sixty years ago. I like it for that; but it is not
on that account, nor because it is a quaint old thing in a
huge oaken case curiously and richly carved, that I prize it
as I do. I incline to it as if it were alive, and could un-
derstand and give me back the love I bear it.
And what other thing that has not life could cheer me as
it does; what other thing that has not life (I will not say
how few things that have) could have proved the same pa-
tient, true, untiring friend? How often have I sat in the
long winter evenings feeling such society in its cricket-
voice, that raising my eyes from my book and looking
gratefully towards it, the face reddened by the glow of the
shining fire has seemed to relax from its staid expression
and to regard me kindly ; how often in the summer twi-
light, when my thoughts have wandered back to a melan-
choly past, have its regular whisperings recalled them to
the calm and peaceful present; how often in the dead tran-
quillity of night has its bell broken the oppressive silence,
and seemed to give me assurance that the old clock was
still a faithful watcher at my chamber-door! My easy-
chair, my desk, my ancient furniture, my very books, I
can scarcely bring myself to love even these last like my
old clock !
It stands in a snug corner, midway between the fireside
and a low arched door leading to my bedroom. Its fame is
diffused so extensively throughout the neighbourhood, that
I have often the satisfaction of hearing the publican or the
baker, and sometimes even the parish-clerk, petitioning my
housekeeper (of whom I shall have much to say by-and-by)
to inform him the exact time by Master Humphrey's clock.
My barber, to whom I have referred, would sooner believe
it than the sun. Nor are these its only distinctions. It
has acquired, I am happy to say, another, inseparably con-
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necting it not only with my enjoyments and reflections, but
with those of other men; as I shall now relate.
I lived alone here for a long time without any friend or
acquaintance. In the course of my wanderings by night
and day, at all hours and seasons, in city streets and quiet
country parts, I came to be familiar with certain faces, and
to take it to heart as quite a heavy disappointment if they
failed to present themselves each at its accustomed spot.
But these were the only friends I knew, and beyond them
I had none.
It happened, however, when I had gone on thus for a
long time, that I formed an acquaintance with a deaf gen-
tleman, which ripened into intimacy and close companion-
ship. To this hour, I am ignorant of his name. It is his
humour to conceal it, or he has a reason and purpose for so
doing. In either case, I feel that he has a right to require
a return of the trust he has reposed; and as he has never
sought to discover my secret, I have never sought to pene-
trate his. There may have been something in this tacit
confidence in each other flattering and pleasant to us both,
and it may have imparted in the beginning an additional
zest, perhaps, to our friendship. Be this as it may, we
have grown to be like brothers, and still I only know him
as the deaf gentleman.
I have said that retirement has become a habit with me.
When I add that the deaf gentleman and I have two
friends, I communicate nothing which is inconsistent with
that declaration. I spend many hours of every day in soli-
tude and study, have no friends or change of friends but
these, only see them at stated periods, and am supposed to
be of a retired spirit by the very nature and object of our
association.
We are men of secluded habits, with something of a cloud
upon our early fortunes, whose enthusiasm nevertheless
has not cooled with age, whose spirit of romance is not
yet quenched, who are content to ramble through the world
in a pleasant dream, rather than ever waken again to its
harsh realities. We are alchemists who would extract the
essence of perpetual youth from dust and ashes, tempt coy
Truth in many light and airy forms from the bottom of her
well, and discover one crumb of comfort or one grain of
good in the commonest and least-regarded matter that passes
through our crucible. Spirits of past times, creatures of
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 7
imagination, and people of to-day are alike the objects of
our seeking, and, unlike the objects of search with most
philosophers, we can ensure their coming at our command.
The deaf gentleman and I first began to beguile our days
with these fancies, and our nights in communicating them
to each other. We are now four. But in my room there
are six old chairs, and we have decided that the two empty
seats shall always be placed at our table when we meet, to
remind us that we may yet increase our company by that
number, if we should find two men to our mind. When
one among us dies, his chair will always be set in its usual
place, but never occupied again; and I have caused my
will to be so drawn out, that when we are all dead the
house shall be shut up, and the vacant chairs still left in
their accustomed places. It is pleasant to think that even
then our shades may, perhaps, assemble together as of yore
we did, and join in ghostly converse.
One night in every week, as the clock strikes ten, we
meet. At the second stroke of two, I am alone.
And now shall I tell how that my old servant, besides
giving us note of time, and ticking cheerful encouragement
of our proceedings, lends its name to our society, which for
its punctuality and my love is christened " Master Hum-
phrey's Clock " ? JSTow shall I tell how that in the bottom
of the old dark closet, where the steady pendulum throbs
and beats with healthy action, though the pulse of him
who made it stood still long ago and never moved again,
there are piles of dusty papers constantly placed there by
our hands, that we may link our enjoyments with my old
friend, and draw means to beguile time from the heart of
time itself? Shall I, or can I, tell with what a secret pride
I open this repository when we meet at night, and still find
new store of pleasure in my dear old Clock?
Friend and companion of my solitude! mine is not a
selfish love ; I would not keep your merits to myself, but
disperse something of pleasant association with your image
through the whole wide world; I would have men couple
with your name cheerful and healthy thoughts; I would
have them believe that you keep true and honest time; and
how it would gladden me to know that they recognised
some hearty English work in Master Humphrey's Clock !
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
THE CLOCK CASE.
It is my intention constantly to address my readers from
the chimney-corner, and I would fain hope that such ac-
counts as 1 shall give them of our histories and proceed-
ings, our quiet speculations or more busy adventures, will
never be unwelcome. Lest, however, I should grow prolix
in the outset by lingering too long upon our little associa-
tion, confounding the enthusiasm with which I regard this
chief happiness of my life with that minor degree of inter-
est which those to whom I address myself may be supposed
to feel for it, I have deemed it expedient to break off as
they have seen.
But, still clinging to my old friend and naturally desir-
ous that all its merits should be known, I am tempted to
open (somewhat irregularly and against our laws, I must
admit) the clock-case. The first roll of paper on which I
lay my hand is in the writing of the deaf gentleman. I
shall have to speak of him in my next paper; and how can
I better approach that welcome task than by prefacing it
with a production of his own pen, consigned to the safe
keeping of my honest Clock by his own hands?
The manuscript runs thus :
INTRODUCTION TO THE GIANT CHRONICLES.
Once upon a time, that is to say, in this our time, — the
exact year, month, and day are of no matter, — there dwelt
in the city of London a substantial citizen, who united in
his single person the dignities of wholesale fruiterer, Al-
derman, Common- Councilman, and member of the Worship-
ful Company of Patten-makers; who had superadded to
these extraordinary distinctions the important post and title
of Sheriff, and who at length, and to crown all, stood next in
rotation for the high and honourable office of Lord Mayor.
He was a very substantial citizen indeed. His face was
like the full moon in a fog, with two little holes punched
out for his eyes, a very ripe pear stuck on for his nose, and
a wide gash to serve for a mouth. The girth of his waist-
coat was hung up and lettered in his tailor's shop as an ex-
traordinary curiosity. He breathed like a heavy snorer,
and his voice in speaking came thickly forth, as if it were
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 9
oppressed and stifled by feather-beds. He trod the ground
like an elephant, and eat and drank like — like nothing but
an alderman, as he was.
This worthy citizen had risen to his great eminence from
small beginnings. He had once been a very lean, weazen
little boy, never dreaming of carrying such a weight of flesh
upon his bones or of money in his pockets, and glad enough
to take his dinner at a baker's door, and his tea at a pump.
But he had long ago forgotten all this, as it was proper
that a wholesale fruiterer, Alderman, Common-Councilman,
member of the Worshipful Company of Patten-makers, past
Sheriff, and, above all, a Lord Mayor that was to be,
should; and he never forgot it more completely in all his
life than on the eighth of November in the year of his elec-
tion to the great golden civic chair, which was the day be-
fore his grand dinner at Guildhall.
It happened that as he sat that evening all alone in his
counting-house, looking over the bill of fare for next day,
and checking off the fat capons in fifties, and the turtle-
soup by the hundred quarts, for his private amusement — it
happened that as he sat alone occupied in these pleasant
calculations, a strange man came in and asked him how he
did, adding, " If I am half as much changed as you, Sir,
you have no recollection of me, I am sure."
The strange man was not over and above well-dressed,
and was very far from being fat or rich-looking in any
sense of the word, yet he spoke with a kind of modest con-
fidence, and assumed an easy, gentlemanly sort of air, to
which nobody but a rich man can lawfully presume. Be-
sides this, he interrupted the good citizen just as he had
reckoned three hundred and seventy-two fat capons, and
was carrying them over to the next column; and as if that
were not aggravation enough, the learned Recorder for the
City of London had only ten minutes previously gone out
at that very same door, and had turned round and said,
"Good-night, my lord." Yes, he had said, "my lord;"
— he, a man of birth and education, of the Honourable So-
ciety of the Middle Temple, Barrister-at-Law, — he who had
an uncle in the House of Commons, and an aunt almost
but not quite in the House of Lords (for she had married a
feeble peer, and made him vote as she liked), — he, this
man, this learned Recorder had said, " my lord." " I'll not
wait till to-morrow to give you your title, my Lord Mayor,"
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says he, with a bow and a smile; "you are Lord Mayor de
facto, if not de jure. Good-night, my lord ! "
The Lord Mayor elect thought of this, and turning to
the stranger, and sternly bidding him " go out of his pri-
vate counting-house," brought forward the three hundred
and seventy-two fat capons, and went on with his account.
" Do you remember," said the other, stepping forward,
— "do you remember little Joe Toddy high? "
The port wine fled for a moment from the fruiterer's nose
as he muttered, " Joe Toddyhigh ! What about Joe Toddy-
high?"
" 1 am Joe Toddyhigh," cried the visitor. " Look at me,
look hard at me, — harder, harder. You know me now?
You know little Joe again? What a happiness to us both,
to meet the very night before your grandeur ! Oh ! give
me your hand, Jack — both hands — both, for the sake of
old times."
" You pinch me, Sir. You're a-hurting of me," said the
Lord Mayor elect pettishly: "don't — suppose anybody
should come — Mr. Toddyhigh, Sir."
"Mr. Toddyhigh! " repeated the other ruefully.
"Oh! don't bother," said the Lord Mayor elect, scratch-
ing his head. " Dear me ! Why, I thought you was dead.
What a fellow you are ! "
Indeed, it was a pretty state of things, and worthy the
tone of vexation and disappointment in which the Lord
Mayor spoke. Joe Toddyhigh had been a poor boy with
him at Hull, and had oftentimes divided his last penny and
parted his last crust to relieve his wants; for though Joe
was a destitute child in those times, he was as faithful and
affectionate in his friendship as ever man of might could
be. They parted one day to seek their fortunes in differ-
ent directions. Joe went to sea, and the now wealthy citi-
zen begged his way to London. They separated with many
tears, like foolish fellows as they were, and agreed to re-
main fast friends, and if they lived, soon to communicate
again.
When he was an errand-boy, and even in the early days
of his apprenticeship, the citizen had many a time trudged
to the Post-office to ask if there were any letter from poor
little Joe, and had gone home again with tears in his eyes,
when he found no news of his only friend. The world is a
wide place, and it was a long time before the letter came;
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when it did, the writer was forgotten. It turned from
white to yellow from lying in the Post-office with nobody
to claim it, and in course of time was torn up with five
hundred others, and sold for waste-paper. And now at
last, and when it might least have been expected, here was
this Joe Toddyhigh turning up and claiming acquaintance
with a great public character, who on the morrow would be
cracking jokes with the Prime Minister of England, and
who had only, at any time during the next twelve months,
to say the word, and he could shut up Temple Bar, and
make it no thoroughfare for the King himself !
"I am sure I don't know what to say, Mr. Toddyhigh,"
said the Lord Mayor elect; "I really don't. It's very in-
convenient. I'd sooner have given twenty pound — it's very
inconvenient, really."
A thought had struggled into his mind, that perhaps his
old friend might say something passionate which would
give him an excuse for being angry himself. No such
thing. Joe looked at him steadily, but very mildly, and
did not open his lips.
"Of course I shall pay you what I owe you," said the
Lord Mayor elect, fidgeting in his chair. " You lent me —
I think it was a shilling or some small coin — when we
parted company, and that of course I shall pay, with good
interest. I can pay my way with any man, and always
have done. If you look into the Mansion House the day
after to-morrow — some time after dusk — and ask for my
private clerk, you'll find he has a draft for you. I haven't
got time to say anything more just now, unless " — he hesi-
tated, for, coupled with a strong desire to glitter for once
in all his glory in the eyes of his former companion, was a
distrust of his appearance which might be more shabby
than he could tell by that feeble light — "unless you'd like
to come to the dinner to-morrow. I don't mind your hav-
ing this ticket, if you like to take it. A great many people
would give their ears for it, I can tell you."
His old friend took the card without speaking a word,
and instantly departed. His sunburnt face and grey hair
were present to the citizen's mind for a moment; but by
the time he reached three hundred and eighty-one fat
capons, he had quite forgotten him.
Joe Toddyhigh had never been in the capital of Europe
before, and he wandered up and down the streets that
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night, amazed at the number of churches and other public
buildings, the splendour of the shops, the riches that were
heaped up on every side, the glare of light in which they
were displayed, and the concourse of people who hurried to
and fro, indifferent apparently to all the wonders that sur-
rounded them. But in all the long streets and broad
squares, there were none but strangers; it was quite a re-
lief to turn down a byway and hear his own footsteps on
the pavement. He went home to his inn, thought that
London was a dreary, desolate place, and felt disposed to
doubt the existence of one true-hearted man in the whole
Worshipful Company of Patten-makers. Finally, he went
to bed, and dreamed that he and the Lord Mayor elect were
boys again.
He went next day to the dinner; and when, in a burst
of light and music, and in the midst of splendid decora-
tions and surrounded by brilliant company, his former
friend appeared at the head of the Hall, and was hailed
with shouts and cheering, he cheered and shouted with the
best, and for the moment could have cried. The next mo-
ment he cursed his weakness in behalf of a man so changed
and selfish, and quite hated a jolly-looking old gentleman
opposite for declaring himself in the pride of his heart a
Patten-maker.
As the banquet proceeded, he took more and more to
heart the rich citizen's unkindness; and that, not from any
envy, but because he felt that a man of his state and fort-
une could all the better afford to recognise an old friend,
even if he were poor and obscure. The more he thought of
this, the more lonely and sad he felt. When the company
dispersed and adjourned to the ball-room, he paced the hall
and passages alone, ruminating in a very melancholy con-
dition upon the disappointment he had experienced.
It chanced, while he was lounging about in this moody
state, that he stumbled upon a flight of stairs, dark, steep,
and narrow, which he ascended without any thought about
the matter, and so came into a little music-gallery, empty
and deserted. From this elevated post, which commanded
the whole hall, he amused himself in looking down upon
the attendants who were clearing away the fragments of
the feast very lazily, and drinking out of all the bottles and
glasses with most commendable perseverance.
His attention gradually relaxed, and he fell fast asleep.
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When he awoke, he thought there must be something the
matter with his eyes; but, rubbing them a little, he soon
found that the moonlight was really streaming through the
east window, that the lamps were all extinguished, and that
he was alone. He listened, but no distant murmur in the
echoing passages, not even the shutting of a door broke the
deep silence; he groped his way down the stairs, and found
that the door at the bottom was locked on the other side.
He began now to comprehend that he must have slept a
long time, that he had been overlooked, and was shut up
there for the night.
His first sensation, perhaps, was not altogether a com-
fortable one, for it was a dark, chilly, earthy-smelling
place, and something too large, for a man so situated, to
feel at home in. However, when the momentary conster-
nation of his surprise was over, he made light of the acci-
dent, and resolved to feel his way up the stairs again, and
make himself as comfortable as he could in the gallery un-
til morning. As he turned to execute this purpose, he
heard the clocks strike three.
Any such invasion of a dead stillness as the striking of
distant clocks, causes it to appear the more intense and in-
supportable when the sound has ceased. He listened with
strained attention in the hope that some clock, lagging be-
hind its fellows, had yet to strike — looking all the time into
the profound darkness before him until it seemed to weave
itself into a black tissue, patterned with a hundred reflec-
tions of his own eyes. But the bells had all pealed out
their warning for that once, and the gust of wind that
moaned through the place seemed cold and heavy with
their iron breath.
The time and circumstances were favourable to reflection.
He tried to keep his thoughts to the current, unpleasant
though it was, in which they had moved all day, and to
think with what a romantic feeling he had looked forward
to shaking his old friend by the hand before he died, and
what a wide and cruel difference there was between the
meeting they had had, and that which he had so often and
so long anticipated. Still he was disordered by waking to
such sudden loneliness, and could not prevent his mind
from running upon odd tales of people of undoubted cour-
age, who, being shut up by night in vaults or churches, or
other dismal places, had scaled great heights to get out,
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7
and fled from silence as they had never done from danger.
This brought to his mind the moonlight through the win-
dow, and bethinking himself of it, he groped his way back
up the crooked stairs — but very stealthily, as though he
were fearful of being overheard.
He was very much astonished when he approached the
gallery again, to see a light in the building : still more so,
on advancing hastily 'and looking round, to observe no visi-
ble source from which it could proceed. But how much
greater yet was his astonishment at the spectacle which
this light revealed !
The statues of the two giants, Gog and Magog, each
above fourteen feet in height, those which succeeded to still
older and more barbarous figures after the Great Fire of
London, and which stand in the Guildhall to this day, were
endowed with life and motion. These guardian genii of
the City had quitted their pedestals, and reclined in easy
attitudes in the great stained-glass window. Between them
was an ancient cask, which seemed to be full of wine; for
the younger Giant, clapping his huge hand upon it, and
throwing up his mighty leg, burst into an exulting laugh,
which reverberated through the hall like thunder.
Joe Toddyhigh instinctively stooped down, and, more
dead than alive, felt his hair stand on end, his knees knock
together, and a cold damp break out upon his forehead.
But even at that minute curiosity prevailed over every other
feeling, and somewhat reassured by the good-humour of the
Giants and their apparent unconsciousness of his presence,
he crouched in a corner of the gallery, in as small a space
as he could, and, peeping between the rails, observed them
closely.
It was then that the elder Giant, who had a flowing grey
beard, raised his thoughtful eyes to his companion's face,
and in a grave and solemn voice addressed him thus :
FIRST NIGHT OF THE GIANT CHRONICLES.
Turning towards his companion, the elder Giant uttered
these words in a grave, majestic tone : —
" Magog, does boisterous mirth beseem the Giant Warder
of this ancient city? Is this becoming demeanour for a
watchful spirit over whose bodiless head so many years
have rolled, so many changes swept like empty air — in
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whose impalpable nostrils the scent of blood and crime,
pestilence, cruelty, and horror, has beeii familiar as breath
to mortals — in whose sight Time has gathered in the har-
vest of centuries, and garnered so many crops of human
pride, affections, hopes, and sorrows? Bethink you of our
compact. The night wanes; feasting, revelry, and music
have encroached upon our usual hours of solitude, and
morning will be here apace. Ere we are stricken mute
again, bethink you of our compact."
Pronouncing these latter words with more of impatience
than quite accorded with his apparent age and gravity, the
Giant raised a long pole (which he still bears in his hand)
and tapped his brother Giant rather smartly on the head;
indeed the blow was so smartly administered, that the lat-
ter quickly withdrew his lips from the cask to which they
had been applied, and catching up his shield and halberd
assumed an attitude of defence. His irritation was but
momentary, for he laid these weapons aside as hastily as
he had assumed them, and said as he did so: —
" You know, Gog, old friend, that when we animate
these shapes which the Londoners of old assigned (and not
unworthily) to the guardian genii of their city, we are sus-
ceptible of some of the sensations which belong to human
kind. Thus when I taste wine, I feel blows; when I relish
the one, I disrelish the other. Therefore, Gog, the more
especially as your arm is none of the lightest, keep your
good staff by your side, else we may chance to differ. Peace
be between us ! "
" Amen ! " said the other, leaning his staff in the win-
dow-corner. " Why did you laugh just now? "
"To think," replied the Giant Magog, laying his hand
upon the cask, " of him who owned this wine, and kept it
in a cellar hoarded from the light of day, for thirty years
— ' till it should be fit to drink,' quoth he. He was two-
score and ten years old when he buried it beneath his
house, and yet never thought that he might be scarcely ' fit
to drink ' when the wine became so. I wonder it never oc-
curred to him to make himself unfit to be eaten* There is
very little of him left by this time."
"The night is waning," said Gog mournfully.
"I know it," replied his companion, "and I see you are
impatient. But look. Through the eastern window —
placed opposite to us, that the first beams of the rising sun
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may every morning gild our giant faces — the moon-rays
fall upon the pavement in a stream of light that to my
fancy sinks through the cold stone and gushes into the old
crypt below. The night is scarcely past its noon, and our
great charge is sleeping heavily. "
They ceased to speak, and looked upward at the moon.
The sight of their large, black, rolling eyes filled Joe
Toddyhigh with such horror that he could scarcely draw
his breath. Still they took no note of him, and appeared
to believe themselves quite alone.
"Our compact," said Magog after a pause, "is, if I un-
derstand it, that, instead of watching here in silence
through the dreary nights, we entertain each other with
stories of our past experience; with tales of the past, the
present, and the future; with legends of London and her
sturdy citizens from the old simple times. That every
night at midnight, when St. Paul's bell tolls out one, and
we may move and speak, we thus discourse, nor leave such
themes till the first grey gleam of day shall strike us dumb.
Is that our bargain, brother? "
" Yes," said the Giant Gog, " that is the league between
us who guard this city, by day in spirit, and by night in
body also; and never on ancient holidays have its conduits
run wine more merrily than we will pour forth our legen-
dary lore. We are old chroniclers from this time hence.
The crumbled walls encircle us once more, the postern-gates
are closed, the drawbridge is up, and pent in its narrow
den beneath, the water foams and struggles with the sunken
starlings. Jerkins and quarter-staves are in the streets
again, the nightly watch is set, the rebel, sad and lonely
in his Tower dungeon, tries to sleep and weeps for home
and children. Aloft upon the gates and walls are noble
heads glaring fiercely down upon the dreaming city, and
vexing the hungry dogs that scent them in the air and tear
the ground beneath with dismal bowlings. The axe, the
block, the rack, in their dark chambers give signs of recent
use. The Thames, floating past long lines of cheerful win-
dows whence come a burst of music and a stream of light,
bears sullenly to the Palace wall the last red stain brought
on the tide from Traitor's Gate. But your pardon, brother.
The night wears, and I am talking idly." -
The other Giant appeared to be entirely of this opinion,
for during the foregoing rhapsody of his fellow-sentinel he
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had been scratching his head with an air of comical uneasi-
ness, or rather with an air that would have been very com-
ical if he had been a dwarf or an ordinary-sized man. He
winked too, and though it could not be doubted for a mo-
ment that he winked to himself, still he certainly cocked
his enormous eye towards the gallery where the listener was
concealed. Nor was this all, for he gaped; and when he
gaped, Joe was horribly reminded of the popular prejudice
on the subject of giants, and of their fabled power of smell-
ing out Englishmen, however closely concealed.
His alarm was such that he nearly swooned, and it was
some little time before his power of sight or hearing was
restored. When he recovered he found that the elder Giant
was pressing the younger to commence the Chronicles, and
that the latter was endeavouring to excuse himself, on the
ground that the night was far spent, and it would be bet-
ter to wait until the next. Well assured by this that he
was certainly about to begin directly, the listener collected
his faculties by a great effort, and distinctly heard Magog
express himself to the following effect : —
In the sixteenth century and in the reign of Queen Eliza-
beth of glorious memory (albeit her golden days are sadly
rusted with blood), there lived in the city of London a bold
young 'prentice who loved his master's daughter. There
were no doubt within the walls a great many young 'pren-
tices in this condition, but I speak of only one, and his
name was Hugh Graham.
This Hugh was apprenticed to an honest Bowyer who
dwelt in the ward of Cheype, and was rumoured to possess
great wealth. Humour was quite as infallible in those days
as at the present time, but it happened then as now to be
sometimes right by accident. It stumbled upon the truth
when it gave the old Bowyer a mint of money. His trade
had been a profitable 'one in the time of King Henry the
Eighth, who encouraged English archery to the utmost,
and he had been prudent and discreet. Thus it came to
pass that Mistress Alice, his only daughter, was the richest
heiress in all his "wealthy ward. Young Hugh had often
maintained with staff and cudgel that she was the hand-
somest. To do him justice, I believe she was.
If he could have gained the heart of pretty Mistress
Alice by knocking this conviction into stubborn people's
2
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heads, Hugh would have had no cause to fear. But though
the Bowyer's daughter smiled in secret to hear of his
doughty deeds for her sake, and though her little waiting-
woman reported all her smiles (and many more) to Hugh,
and though lie was at a vast expense in kisses and small
coin to recompense her fidelity, he made no progress in his
love. He durst not whisper it to Mistress Alice save on
sure encouragement, and that she never gave him. A
glance of her dark eye as she sat at the door on a summer's
evening after prayer-time, while he and the neighbouring
'prentices exercised themselves in the street with blunted
sword and buckler, would fire Hugh's blood so that none
could stand before him ; but then she glanced at others quite
as kindly as on him, and where was the use of cracking
crowns if Mistress Alice smiled upon the cracked as well
as on the cracker?
Still Hugh went on, and loved her more and more. He
thought of her all day, and dreamed of her all night long.
He treasured \\p her every word and gesture, and had a
palpitation of the heart whenever he heard her footstep on
the stairs or her voice in an adjoining room. To him, the
old Bowyer's house was haunted by an angel; there was
enchantment in the air and space in which she moved. It
would have been no miracle to Hugh if flowers had sprung
from the rush-strewn floors beneath the tread of lovely
Mistress Alice.
Never did 'prentice long to distinguish himself in the
eyes of his lady-love so ardently as Hugh. Sometimes he
pictured to himself the house taking fire by night, and he,
when all drew back in fear, rushing through flame and
smoke, and bearing her from the ruins in his arms. At
other times he thought of a rising of fierce rebels, an attack
upon the city, a strong assault upon the Bowyer's house in
particular, and he falling on the threshold pierced with
numberless wounds in defence of Mistress Alice. If he
could only enact some prodigy of valour, do some wonder-
ful deed, and let her know that she had inspired it, he
thought he could die contented.
Sometimes the Bowyer and his daughter would go out to
supper with •». worthy citizen at the fashionable hour of six
o'clock, ana on such occasions Hugh, wearing his blue
'prentice-cloak as gallantly as 'prentice might, would at-
tend with a lantern and his trusty club to escort them
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 19
home. These were the brightest moments of his life. To
hold the light while Mistress Alice picked her steps, to
touch her hand as he helped her over broken ways, to have
her leaning on his arm — it sometimes even came to that —
this was happiness indeed !
When the nights were fair, Hugh followed in the rear,
his eyes riveted on the graceful figure of the Bowyer's
daughter as she and the old man moved on before him. So
they threaded the narrow winding streets of the city, now
passing beneath the overhanging gables of old wooden
houses whence creaking signs projected into the street,
and now emerging from some dark and frowning gateway
into the clear moonlight. At such times, or when the
shouts of straggling brawlers met her ear, the Bowyer's
daughter would look timidly back at Hugh, beseeching him
to draw nearer; and then how he grasped his club and
longed to do battle with a dozen rufflers, for the love of
Mistress Alice !
The old Bowyer was in the habit of lending money on
interest to the gallants of the Court, and thus it happened
that many a richly-dressed gentleman dismounted at his
door. More waving plumes and gallant steeds, indeed, were
seen at the Bowyer's house, and more embroidered silks
and velvets sparkled in his dark shop and darker private
oloset than at any merchant's in the city. In those times
no less than in the present it would seem that the richest-
looking cavaliers often wanted money the most.
Of these glittering clients there was one who always
came alone. He was always nobly mounted, and having
no attendant gave his horse in charge to Hugh while he and
the Bowyer were closeted within. Once as he sprang into
the saddle Mistress Alice was seated at an upper window,
and before she could withdraw he had doffed his jewelled
cap and kissed his hand. Hugh watched him caracoling
down the street, and burned with indignation. But how
much deeper was the glow that reddened in his cheeks
when raising his eyes to the casement he saw that Alice
watched the stranger too!
He came again and often, each time arrayed more gaily
than before, and still the little casement showed him Mis-
tress Alice. At length one heavy day, she fled from home.
It had cost her a hard struggle, for all her old father's gifts
were strewn about her chamber as if she had parted from
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them one by one, and knew that the time must come when
these tokens of his love would wring her heart — yet she
was gone.
She left a letter commending her poor father to the care
of Hugh, and wishing he might be happier than he could
ever have been with her, for he deserved the love of a bet-
ter and a purer heart than she had to bestow. The old
man's forgiveness (she said) she had no power to ask, but
she prayed God to bless him — and so ended with a blot
upon the paper where her tears had fallen.
At first the old man's wrath was kindled, and he carried
his wrong to the Queen's throne itself; but there was no
redress he learnt at Court, for his daughter had been con-
veyed abroad. This afterwards appeared to be the truth,
as there came from France, after an interval of several
years, a letter in her hand. It was written in trembling
characters, and almost illegible. Little could be made out
save that she often thought of home and her old dear pleas-
ant room — and that she had dreamt her father was dead
and had not blessed her — and that her heart was breaking.
The poor old Bowyer lingered on, never suffering Hugh
to quit his sight, for he knew now that he had loved his
daughter, and that was the only link that bound him to
earth. It broke at length and he died, bequeathing his
old 'prentice his trade and all his wealth, and solemnly
charging him with his last breath to revenge his child if
ever he who had worked her misery crossed his path in life
again.
From the time of Alice's flight, the tilting-ground, the
fields, the fencing-school, the summer-evening sports, knew
Hugh no more. His spirit was dead within him. He rose
to great eminence and repute among the citizens, but was
seldom seen to smile, and never mingled in their revelries
or rejoicings. Brave, humane, and generous, he was be-
loved by all. He was pitied too by those who knew his
story, and these were so many that when he walked along
the streets alone at dusk, even the rude common people
doffed their caps and mingled a rough air of sympathy with
their respect.
One night in May — it was her birthnight, and twenty
years since she had left her home — Hugh Graham sat in
the room she had hallowed in his boyish days. He was
now a grey-haired man, though still in the prime of life.
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Old thoughts had borne him company for many hours and
the chamber had gradually grown quite dark, when he was
roused by a low knocking at the outer door.
He hastened down, and opening it, saw by the light of a
lamp which he had seized upon the way, a female figure
crouching in the portal. It hurried swiftly past him and
glided up the stairs. He looked out for pursuers. There
were none in sight. No, not one.
He was inclined to think it a vision of his own brain,
when suddenly a vague suspicion of the truth flashed upon
his mind. He barred the door, and hastened wildly back.
Yes, there she was — there, in the chamber he had quitted,
— there in her old innocent happy home, so changed that
none but he could trace one gleam of what she had been —
there upon her knees — with her hands clasped in agony and
shame before her burning face.
" My God, my God ! " she cried, " now strike me dead !
Though I have brought death and shame and sorrow on
this roof, oh, let me die at home in mercy ! "
There was no tear upon her face then, but she trembled
and glanced round the chamber. Everything was in its old
place. Her bed looked as if she had risen from it but that
morning. The sight of these familiar objects, marking the
dear remembrance in which she had been held, and the
blight she had brought upon herself, was more than the
woman's better nature that had carried her there could
bear. She wept and fell upon the ground.
A rumour was spread about, in a few days' time, that
the Bowyer's cruel daughter had come home, and that
Master Graham had given* her lodging in his house. It
was rumoured too that he had resigned her fortune, in or-
der that she might bestow it in acts of charity, and that he
had vowed to guard her in her solitude, but that they were
never to see each other more. These rumours greatly in-
censed all virtuous wives and daughters in the ward, espe-
cially when they appeared to receive some corroboration
from the circumstance of Master Graham taking up' his
abode in another tenement hard by. The estimation in
which he was held, however, forbade any questioning on
the subject; and as the Bowyer's house was close shut up,
and nobody came forth when public shows and festivities
were in progress, or to flaunt in the public walks, or to buy
new fashions at the mercers' booths, all the well-conducted
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females agreed among themselves that there could be no
woman there.
These reports had scarcely died away when the wonder
of every good citizen, male and female, was utterly absorbed
and swallowed up by a Eoyal Proclamation, in which her
Majesty, strongly censuring the practice of wearing long
Spanish rapiers of preposterous length (as being a bullying
and swaggering custom, tending to bloodshed and public
disorder), commanded that on a particular day therein
named, certain grave citizens should repair to the city
gates, and there, in public, break all rapiers worn or car-
ried by persons claiming admission, that exceeded, though
it were only by a quarter of an inch, three standard feet
in length.
Royal Proclamations usually take their course, let the
public wonder never so much. On the appointed day two
citizens of high repute took up their stations at each of the
gates, attended by a party of the city guard, the main body
to enforce the Queen's will, and take custody of all such
rebels (if any) as might have the temerity to dispute it :
and a few to bear the standard measures and instruments
for reducing all unlawful sword-blades to the prescribed
dimensions. In pursuance of these arrangements, Master
Graham and another were posted at Lud Gate, on the hill
before St. Paul's.
A pretty numerous company were gathered together at
this spot; for, besides the officers in attendance to enforce
the proclamation, there was a motley crowd of lookers-on
of various degrees, who raised from time to time such
shouts and cries as the circumstances called forth. A
spruce young courtier was the first who approached : he un-
sheathed a weapon of burnished steel that shone and glis-
tened in the sun, and handed it with the newest air to the
officer, who, finding it exactly three feet long, returned it
with a bow. Thereupon the gallant raised his hat and cry-
ing, " God save the Queen ! " passed on amidst the plaudits
of the mob. Then came another — a better courtier still —
who wore a blade but two feet long, whereat the people
laughed, much to the disparagement of his honour's dig-
nity. Then came a third, a sturdy old officer of the army,
girded with a rapier at least a foot and a half beyond her
Majesty's pleasure; at him they raised a great shout, and
most of the spectators (but especially those who were ar-
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mourers or cutlers) laughed very heartily at the breakage
which would ensue. But they were disappointed; for the
old campaigner, coolly unbuckling his sword and bidding
his servant carry it home again, passed through unarmed,
to the great indignation of all the beholders. They relieved
themselves in some degree by hooting a tall blustering fel-
low with a prodigious weapon, who stopped short on coming
in sight of the preparations, and after a little consideration
turned back again : but all this time no rapier had been
broken, although it was high noon, and all cavaliers of any
quality or appearance were taking their way towards Saint
Paul's churchyard.
During these proceedings Master Graham had stood
apart, strictly confining himself to the duty imposed upon
him, and taking little heed of anything beyond. He
stepped forward now as a richly-dressed gentleman on foot,
followed by a single attendant, was seen advancing up the
hill.
As this person drew nearer, the crowd stopped their
clamour and bent forward with eager looks. Master
Graham standing alone in the gateway, and the stranger
coining slowly towards him, they seemed, as it were, set face
to face. The nobleman (for he looked one) had a haughty
and disdainful air, which bespoke the slight estimation in
which he held the citizen. The citizen on the other hand
preserved the resolute bearing of one who was not to be
frowned down or daunted, and who cared very little for
any nobility but that of worth and manhood. It was per-
haps some consciousness on the part of each, of these feel-
ings in the other, that infused a more stern expression into
their regards as they came closer together.
" Your rapier, worthy Sir ! "
At the instant that he pronounced these words Graham
started, and falling back some paces, laid his hand upon
the dagger in his belt.
" You are the man whose horse I used to hold before, the
Bowyer's door? You are that man? Speak ! "
" Out, you 'prentice hound ! " said the other.
" You are he ! I know you well now ! " cried Graham.
" Let no man step between us two, or I shall be his mur-
derer." With that he drew his dagger and rushed in upon
him.
The stranger had drawn his weapon from the scabbard
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ready for the scrutiny, before a word was spoken. He
made a thrust at his assailant, but the dagger which
Graham clutched in his left hand being the dirk in use at
that time for parrying such blows promptly turned the
point aside. They closed. The dagger fell rattling upon
the ground, and Graham, wresting his adversary's sword
from his grasp, plunged it through his heart. As he drew
it out it snapped in two, leaving a fragment in the dead
man's body.
All this passed so swiftly that the bystanders looked on
without an effort to interfere; but the man was no sooner
down than an uproar broke forth which rent the air. The
attendant rushing through the gate proclaimed that his
master, a nobleman, had been set upon and slain by a citi-
zen; the word quickly spread from mouth to mouth; Saint
Paul's Cathedral, and every book-shop, ordinary, and
smoking-house in the churchyard poured out its stream of
cavaliers and their followers, who, mingling together in a
dense tumultuous body, struggled, sword in hand, towards
the spot.
With equal impetuosity, and stimulating each other by
loud cries and shouts, the citizens and common people took
up the quarrel on their side, and encircling Master Graham
a hundred deep, forced him from the gate. In vain he
waved the broken sword above his head, crying that he
would die on London's threshold for their sacred homes.
They bore him on, and ever keeping him in the midst, so
that no man could attack him, fought their way into the city.
The clash of swords and roar of voices, the dust and heat
and pressure, the trampling under foot of men, the dis-
tracted looks and shrieks of women at the windows above
as they recognised their relatives or lovers in the crowd,
the rapid tolling of alarm-bells, the furious rage and pas-
sion of the scene, were fearful. Those who, being on the
outskirts of each crowd, could use their weapons with effect
fought desperately, while those behind, maddened with
baffled rage, struck at each other over the heads of those
before them, and crushed their own fellows. Wherever the
broken sword was seen above the people's heads, towards
that spot the cavaliers made a new rush. Every one of
these charges was marked by sudden gaps in the throng
where men were trodden down, but as fast as they were
made, the tide swept over them and still the multitude
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pressed on again, a confused mass of swords, clubs, staves,
broken plumes, fragments of rich cloaks and doublets, and
angry bleeding faces, all mixed up together in inextricable
disorder.
The design of the people was to force Master Graham to
take refuge in his dwelling, and to defend it until the au-
thorities could interfere, or they could gain time for parley.
But either from ignorance or in the confusion of the mo-
ment they stopped at his old house, which was closely
shut. Some time was lost in beating the doors open and
passing him to the front. About a score of the boldest of
the other party threw themselves into the torrent while
this was being done, and reaching the door at the same mo-
ment with himself cut him off from his defenders.
" I never will turn in such a righteous cause, so help me
Heaven ! " cried Graham in a voice that at last made itself
heard, and confronting them as he spoke. " Least of all
will I turn upon this threshold which owes its desolation
to such men as ye. I give no quarter, and I will have
none ! Strike ! "
For a moment they stood at bay. At that moment a
shot from an unseen hand, apparently fired by some person
who had gained access to one of the opposite houses, struck
Graham in the brain and he fell dead. A low wail was
heard in the air — many people in the concourse cried that
they had seen a spirit glide across the little casement- win-
dow of the Bowyer's house
A dead silence succeeded. After a short time some of
the flushed and heated throng laid down their arms and
softly carried the body within doors. Others fell off or
slunk away in knots of two or three, others whispered to-
gether in groups, and before a numerous guard which then
rode up could muster in the street, it was nearly empty.
Those who carried Master Graham to the bed up-stairs
were shocked to see a woman lying beneath the window
with her hands clasped together. After trying to recover
her in vain, they laid her near the citizen, who still re-
tained, tightly grasped in his right hand, the first and last
sword that was broken that day at Lud Gate.
The Giant uttered these concluding words with sudden
precipitation, and on the instant the strange light which
had filled the hall faded away. Joe Toddyhigh glanced
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involuntarily at the eastern window and saw the first pale
gleam of morning. He turned his head again towards the
other window in which the Giants had been seated. It was
empty. The cask of wine was gone, and he could dimly
make out that the two great figures stood mute and motion-
less upon their pedestals.
After rubbing his eyes and wondering for full half an
hour, during which time he observed morning come creep-
ing on apace, he yielded to the drowsiness which overpow-
ered him and fell into a refreshing slumber. When he
awoke it was broad day; the building was open, and work-
men were busily engaged in removing the vestiges of last
night's feast.
Stealing gently down the little stairs and assuming the
air of some early lounger who had dropped in from the
street, he walked up to the foot of each pedestal in turn,
and attentively examined the figure it supported. There
could be no doubt about the features of either; he recol-
lected the exact expression they had worn at different pas-
sages of their conversation, and recognized in every line
and lineament the Giants of the night. Assured that it
was no vision, but that he had heard and seen with his own
proper senses, he walked forth,, determining at all hazards
to conceal himself in the Guildhall again that evening. He
further resolved to sleep all day, so that he might be very
wakeful and vigilant, and above all that he might take no-
tice of the figures at the precise moment of their becoming
animated and subsiding into their old state, which he
greatly reproached himself for not having done already.
CORRESPONDENCE.
TO MASTER HUMPHREY.
"SlE,
" Before you proceed any further in your account
of your friends and what you say and do when you meet
together, excuse me if I proffer my claim to be elected to
one of the vacant chairs in that old room of yours. Don't
reject me without full consideration; for if you do you'll
be sorry for it afterwards — you will, upon my life.
"I inclose my card, Sir, in this letter. I never was
ashamed of my name, and I never shall be. I am consid-
ered a devilish gentlemanly fellow, and I act up to the
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character. If you want a reference, ask any of the men at
our club. Ask any fellow who goes there to write his let-
ters, what sort of conversation mine is. Ask him if he
thinks I have the sort of voice that will suit your deaf
friend and make him hear, if he can hear anything at all.
Ask the servants what they think of me. There's not a
rascal among 'em, Sir, but will tremble to hear my name.
That reminds me — don't you say too much about that
housekeeper of yours; it's a low subject, damned low.
"I'll tell you what, Sir. If you vote me into one of
those empty chairs, you'll have among you a man with a
fund of gentlemanly information that'll rather astonish
you. I can let you into a few anecdotes about some fine
women of title, that are quite high life, Sir — the tiptop
sort of thing. I know the name of every man who has
been out on an affair of honour within the last five-and-
twenty years ; I know the private particulars of every cross
and squabble that has taken place upon the turf, at the
gaming-table, or elsewhere, during the whole of that time.
I have been called the gentlemanly chronicle. You may
consider yourself a lucky dog; upon my soul, you may con-
gratulate yourself, though I say so.
" It's an uncommon good notion that of yours, not letting
anybody know where you live. I have tried it, but there
has always been an anxiety respecting me, which has found
me out. Your deaf friend is a cunning fellow to keep his
name so close. I have tried that too, but have always
failed. I shall be proud to make his acquaintance — tell
him so, with my compliments.
" You must have been a queer fellow when you were a
child, confounded queer. It's odd, all that about the pict-
ure in your first paper — prosy, but told in a devilish gen-
tlemanly sort of way. In places like that I could come in
with great effect with a touch of life — don't you feel that?
" I am anxiously waiting for your next paper to know
whether your friends live upon the premises, and at your
expense, which I take it for granted is the case. If I am
right in this impression, I know a charming fellow (an ex-
cellent companion and most delightful company) who will
be proud to join you. Some years ago he seconded a great
many prize-fighters, and once fought an amateur match
himself; since then he has driven several mails, broken at
different periods all the lamps on the right-hand side of Ox-
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ford Street, and six times carried away every bell-handle
in Bloomsbury Square, besides turning off the gas in vari-
ous thoroughfares. In point of gentlemanliness he is un-
rivalled, and I should say that next to myself he is of all
men the best suited to your purpose.
" Expecting your reply,
" I am,
"&c. &c."
Master Humphrey informs this gentleman that his ap-
plication, both as it concerns himself and his friend, is re-
jected.
MASTER HUMPHREY FROM HIS CLOCK-SIDE
IN THE CHIMNEY-CORNER.
MY old companion tells me it is midnight. The fire
glows brightly, crackling with a sharp and cheerful sound
as if it loved to burn. The merry cricket on the hearth
(my constant visitor), this ruddy blaze, my clock, and I,
seem to share the world among us, and to be the only
things awake. The wind, high and boisterous but now, has
died away and hoarsely mutters in its sleep. I love all
times and seasons each in its turn, and am apt perhaps to
think the present one the best; but past or coming I always
love this peaceful time of night, when long-buried thoughts
favoured by the gloom and silence steal from their graves
and haunt the scenes of faded happiness and hope.
The popular faith in ghosts has a remarkable affinity
with the whole current of our thoughts at such an hour as
this, and seems to be their necessary and natural conse-
quence. For who can wonder that man should feel a vague
belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through
those places which they once dearly affected, when he him-
self, scarcely less separated from his old world than they,
is for ever lingering upon past emotions and bygone times,
and hovering, the ghost of his former self, about the places
and people that warmed his heart of old? It is thus that
at this quiet hour I haunt the house where I was born, the
rooms I used to tread, the scenes of my infancy, my boy-
hood, and my youth; it is thus that I prowl around my
buried treasure (though not of gold or silver) and mourn
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK 2£
my loss; it is thus that I revisit the ashes of extinguished
fires, and take my silent stand at old bedsides. If my
spirit should ever glide back to this chamber when my body
is mingled with the dust, it will but follow the course it
often took in the old man's lifetime and add but one more
change to the subjects of its contemplation.
In all my idle speculations I am greatly assisted by vari-
ous legends connected with my venerable house, which are
current in the neighbourhood, and are so numerous that
there is scarce a cupboard or corner that has not some dis-
mal story of its own. When I first entertained thoughts
of becoming its tenant I was assured that it was haunted
from roof to cellar, and I believe that the bad opinion in
which my neighbours once held me had its rise in my not
being torn to pieces or at least distracted with terror on the
night I took possession; in either of which cases I should
doubtless have arrived by a short cut at the very summit of
popularity.
But traditions and rumours all taken into account, who
so abets me in every fancy and chimes with my every
thought, as my dear deaf friend; and how often have I
cause to bless the day that brought us two together! Of
all days in the year I rejoice to think that it should have
been Christmas Day, with which from childhood we asso-
ciate something friendly, hearty, and sincere.
I had walked out to cheer myself with the happiness of
others, and in the little tokens of festivity and rejoicing of
which the streets and houses present so many upon that
day had lost some hours. Now I stopped to look at a
merry party Imrrying through the snow on foot to their
place of meeting, and now turned back to see a whole coach-
ful of children safely deposited at the welcome house. At
one time, I admired how carefully the working-man carried
the baby in its gaudy hat and feathers, and how his wife,
trudging patiently on behind, forgot even her care of her
gay clothes, in exchanging greetings with the child as it
crowed and laughed over the father's shoulder; at another,
I pleased myself with some passing scene of gallantry or
courtship, and was glad to believe that for a season half
the world of poverty was gay.
As the day closed in, I still rambled through the streets,
feeling a companionship in the bright fires that cast their
warm reflection on the windows as I passed, and losing all
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sense of my own loneliness in imagining the sociality and
kind-fellowship that everywhere prevailed. At length I
happened to stop before a Tavern and encountering a Bill
of Fare in the window, it all at once brought it into my
head to wonder what kind of people dined alone in Taverns
upon Christmas Day.
Solitary men are accustomed, I suppose, unconsciously to
look upon solitude as their own peculiar property. I had
sat alone in my room on many, many anniversaries of this
great holiday, and had never regarded it but as one of uni-
versal assemblage and rejoicing. I had excepted, and with
an aching heart, a crowd of prisoners and beggars; but
these were not the men for whom the Tavern doors were
open. Had they any customers, or was it a mere form? —
a form, no doubt.
, Trying to feel quite sure of this I walked away; but be-
fore I had gone many paces, I stopped and looked back.
There was a provoking air of business in the lamp above
the door which I could not overcome. I began to be afraid
there might be many customers — young men perhaps strug-
gling with the world, utter strangers in this great place,
whose friends lived at a long distance off, and whose means
were too slender to enable them to make the journey. The
supposition gave rise to so many distressing little pictures
that in preference to carrying them home with me, I deter-
mined to encounter the realities. So I turned and walked
in.
I was at once glad and sorry to find that there was only
one person in the dining-room; glad to know that there
were not more, and sorry to think that he should be there
by himself. He did not look so old as I, but like me he
was advanced in life, and his hair was nearly white.
Though I made more noise in entering and seating myself
than was quite necessary, with the view of attracting his
attention and saluting him in the good old form of that
time of year, he did not raise his head but sat with it rest-
ing on his hand, musing over his half-finished meal.
I called for something which would give me an excuse
for remaining in the room (I had dined early, as my house-
keeper was engaged at night to partake of some friend's
good cheer) and sat where I could observe without intrud-
ing on him. After a time he looked up. He was aware
that somebody had entered, but could see very little of me
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as I sat in the shade and he in the light. He was sad
and thoughtful, and I forbore to trouble him by speak-
ing.
Let me believe that it was something better than curiosity
which riveted my attention and impelled me strongly
towards this gentleman. I never saw so patient and kind
a face. He should have been surrounded by friends, and
yet here he sat dejected and alone when all men had their
friends about them. As often as he roused himself from
his reverie he would fall into it again, and it was plain that
whatever were the subject of his thoughts they were of a
melancholy kind, and would not be controlled.
He was not used to solitude. I was sure of that; for I
know by myself that if he had been, his manner would
have been different, and he would have taken some slight
interest in the arrival of another. I could not fail to mark
that he had no appetite — that he tried to eat in vain — that
time after time the plate was pushed away, and he relapsed
into his former posture.
His mind was wandering among old Christmas Days, I
thought. Many of them sprang up together, not with a
long gap between each, but in unbroken succession like
days of the week. It was a great change to find himself
for the first time (I quite settled that it was the first) in an
empty silent room with no soul to care for. I could not
help following him in imagination through crowds of pleas-
ant faces, and then coming back to that dull place with
its bough of mistletoe sickening in the gas, and sprigs of
holly parched up already by a simoom of roast and boiled.
The very waiter had gone home; and his representative,
a poor lean hungry man, was keeping Christmas in his
jacket.
I grew still more interested in my friend. His dinner
done, a decanter of wine was placed before him. It re-
mained untouched for a long time, but at length with a
quivering hand he filled a glass and raised it to his lips.
Some tender wish to which he had been accustomed to give
utterance on that day, or some beloved name that he had
been used to pledge, trembled upon them at the moment.
He put it down very hastily — took it up once more — again
put it down — pressed his hand upon his face — yes — and
tears stole down his cheeks, I am certain.
Without pausing to consider whether I did right or
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wrong, I stepped across the room, and sitting down beside
him laid my hand gently on his arm.
"My friend," I said, "forgive me if I beseech you to
take comfort and consolation from the lips of an old man.
I will not preach to you what I have not practised, indeed.
Whatever be your grief, be of a good heart — be of a good
heart, pray ! "
" I see that you speak earnestly," he replied, " and kindly
I am very sure, but "
I nodded my head to show that I understood what he
would say; for I had already gathered, from a certain fixed
expression in his face and from the attention with which he
watched me while I spoke, that his sense of hearing was
destroyed. "There should be a freemasonry between us,"
said I, pointing from himself to me to explain my meaning
— "if not in our grey hairs, at least in our misfortunes.
You see that I am but a poor cripple."
I never felt so happy under my affliction since the trying
moment of my first becoming conscious of it, as when he
took my hand in his with a smile that has lighted my path
in life from that day, and we sat down side by side.
This was the beginning of my friendship with the deaf
gentleman; and when was ever the slight and easy service
of a kind word in season repaid by such attachment and
devotion as he has shown to me !
He produced a little set of tablets and a pencil to facili-
tate our conversation, on that our first acquaintance; and I
well remember how awkward and constrained I was in
writing down my share of the dialogue, and how easily he
guessed my meaning before I had written half of what I
had to say. He told me in a faltering voice that he had
not been accustomed to be alone on that day — that it had
always been a little festival with»him — and seeing that I
glanced at his dress in the expectation that he wore mourn-
ing, he added hastily that it was not that; if it had been he
thought he could have borne it better. From that time to
the present we have never touched upon this theme. Upon
every return of the same day we have been together; and
although we make it our annual custom to drink to each
other hand in hand after dinner, and to recall with affec-
tionate garrulity every circumstance of our first meeting,
we always avoid this one as if by mutual consent.
Meantime we have gone on strengthening in our friend-
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ship and regard and forming an attachment which, I trust
and believe, will only be interrupted by death, to be re-
newed in another existence. I scarcely know how we com-
municate as we do, but he has long since ceased to be deaf
to me. He is frequently the companion of my walks, and
even in crowded streets replies to my slightest look or ges-
ture as though he could read my thoughts. From the vast
number of objects which pass in rapid succession before our
eyes, we frequently select the same for some particular no-
tice or remark; and when one of these little coincidences
occurs I cannot describe the pleasure that animates my
friend, or the beaming countenance he will preserve for half
an hour afterwards at least.
He is a great thinker from living so much within him-
self, and having a lively imagination has a facility of con-
ceiving and enlarging upon odd ideas, which renders him
invaluable to our little body, and greatly astonishes our two
friends. His powers in this respect are much assisted by
a large pipe, which he assures us once belonged to a Ger-
man Student. Be this as it may, it has undoubtedly a very
ancient and mysterious appearance, and is of such capacity
that it takes three hours and a half to smoke it out. I
have reason to believe that my barber who is the chief au-
thority of a knot of gossips, who congregate every evening
at a small tobacconist's hard by, has related anecdotes of
this pipe and the grim figures that are carved upon its bowl
at which all the smokers in the neighbourhood have stood
aghast; and I know that my housekeeper, while she holds
it in high veneration, has a superstitious feeling connected
with it which would render her exceedingly unwilling to
be left alone in its company after dark.
Whatever sorrow my deaf friend has known, and what-
ever grief may linger in some secret corner of his heart, he
is now a cheerful, placid, happy creature. Misfortune can
never have fallen upon such a man but for some good pur-
pose; and when I see its traces in his gentle nature and his
earnest feeling, I am the less disposed to murmur at such
trials as I may have undergone myself. With regard to
the pipe, I have a theory of my own; I cannot help think-
ing that it is in some manner connected with the event that
brought us together; for I remember that it was a long
time before he even talked about it; that when he did, he
grew reserved and melancholy; and that it was a long time
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i
yet before he brought it forth. I have no curiosity, how-
ever, upon this subject; for I know that it promotes his
tranquillity and comfort, and I need no other inducement
to regard it with my utmost favour.
Such is the deaf gentleman. I can call up his figure
now, clad in sober grey, and seated in the chimney-corner.
As he puffs out the smoke from his favourite pipe, he casts
a look on me brimful of cordiality and friendship, and .
says all manner of kind and genial things in a cheerful
smile; then he raises his eyes to my clock, which is just
about to strike, and, glancing from it to me and back again,
seems to divide his heart between us. For myself, it is
not too much to say that I would gladly part with one of
my poor limbs, could he but hear the old clock's voice.
Of our two friends, the first has been all his life one of
that easy wayward truant class whom the world is accus-
tomed to designate as nobody's enemies but their own.
Bred to a profession for which he never qualified himself,
and reared in the expectation of a fortune he has never in-
herited, he has undergone every vicissitude of which such
an existence is capable. He and his younger brother, both
orphans from their childhood, were educated by a wealthy
relative who taught them to expect an equal division of his
property; but too indolent to court, and too honest to flat-
ter, the elder gradually lost ground in the affections of a
capricious old man, and the younger, who did not fail to
improve his opportunity, now triumphs in the possession of
enormous wealth. His triumph is to hoard it in solitary
wretchedness, and probably to feel with the expenditure of
every shilling a greater pang than the loss of his whole in-
heritance ever cost'his brother.
Jack Redburn — he was Jack Redburn at the first little
school he went to, where every other child was mastered
and surnamed, and he has been Jack Redburn all his life
or he would perhaps have been a richer man by this time —
has been an inmate of my house these eight years past.
He is my librarian, secretary, steward, and first minister;
director of all my affairs and inspector-general of my
household. He is something of a musician, something of
an author, something of an actor, something of a painter,
very much of a carpenter, and an extraordinary gardener, •
having had all his life a wonderful aptitude for learning
everything that was of no use to him. He is remarkably
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fond of children, and is the best and kindest nurse in sick-
ness that ever drew the breath of life. He has mixed with
every grade of society, and known the utmost distress; but
there never was a less selfish, a more tender-hearted, a
more enthusiastic, or a more guileless man; and I dare say,
if few have done less good, fewer still have done less harm
in the world than he. By what chance Nature forms such
whimsical jumbles I don't know; but I do know that she
sends them among us very often, and that the king of the
whole race is Jack Redbarn.
I should be puzzled to say how old he is. His health is
none of the best, and he wears a quantity of iron-grey hair,
which shades his face and gives it rather a worn appear-
ance; but we consider him quite a young fellow notwith-
standing; and if a youthful spirit, surviving the roughest
contact with the world, confers upon its possessor any title
to be considered young, then he is a mere child. The only
interruptions to his careless cheerfulness are on a wet Sun-
day, when he is apt to be unusually religious and solemn,
and sometimes of an evening, when he has been blowing a
very slow tune on the flute. On these last-named occa-
sions he -is apt to incline towards the mysterious or the ter-
rible. As a specimen of his powers in this mood, I refer
my readers to the extract from the Clock-case which fol-
lows this paper : he brought it to me not long ago at mid-
night, and informed me that the main incident had been
suggested by a dream of the night before.
His apartments are two cheerful rooms looking towards
the garden, and one of his great delights is to arrange and
re-arrange the furniture in these chambers, and put it in
every possible variety of position. During the whole time
he has been here, I do not think he has slept for two nights
running with the head of his bed in the same place; and
every time he moves it, is to be the last. My housekeeper
was at first well nigh distracted by these frequent changes;
but she has become quite reconciled to them by degrees and
has so fallen in with his humour, that they often consult
together with great gravity upon the .next final alteration.
Whatever his arrangements are, however, they are always
a pattern of neatness; and every one of the manifold arti-
cles connected with his manifold occupations is to be found
in its own particular place. Until within the last two or
three years he was subject to an occasional fit (which
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usually came upon him in very fine weather) under the in-
fluence of which he would dress himself with peculiar care,
and going out under pretence of taking a walk, disappear
for several days together. At length, after the interval
between each outbreak of this disorder had gradually grown
longer and longer, it wholly disappeared; and now he sel-
dom stirs abroad, except to stroll out a little way ou a sum-
mer's evening. Whether he yet mistrasts his own con-
stancy in this respect, and is therefore afraid to wear a
coat, I know not; but we seldom see him in any other up-
per garment than an old spectral-looking dressing-gown,
with very disproportionate pockets, full of a miscellaneous
collection of odd matters which he picks up wherever he
can lay his hands upon them.
Everything that is a favourite with our friend is a fa-
vourite with us ; and thus it happens that the fourth among
us is Mr. Owen Miles, a most worthy gentleman, who had
treated Jack with great kindness before my deaf friend
and I encountered him by an accident, to which I may re-
fer on some future occasion. Mr. Miles was once a very
rich merchant; but receiving a severe shock in the death of
his wife, he retired from business and devoted himself to a
quiet unostentatious life. He is an excellent man, of thor-
oughly sterling character : not of quick apprehension, and
not without some amusing prejudices, which I shall leave
to their own development. He holds us all in profound
veneration; but Jack Redburn he esteems as a kind of
pleasant wonder, that he may venture to approach famil-
iarly. He believes, not only that no man ever lived who
could do so many things as Jack, but that no man ever
lived who could do anything so well; and he never calls
my attention to any of his ingenious proceedings but he
whispers in my ear, nudging me at the same time with his
elbow — " If he had only made it his trade, Sir — if he had
only made it his trade ! "
They are inseparable companions; one would almost sup-
pose that, although Mr. Miles never by any chance does
anything in the way of assistance, Jack could do nothing
without him. Whether he is reading, writing, painting,
carpentering, gardening, flute-playing, or what not, there
is Mr. Miles beside him, buttoned up to the chin in his blue
coat, and looking on with a face of incredulous delight as
though he could not credit the testimony of his own senses
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 37
and had a misgiving that no man could be so clever but in
a dream.
These are my friends; I have now introduced myself and
them.
THE CLOCK-CASE.
A CONFESSION FOUND IN A PRISON IN THE TIME OF CHARLES THE
SECOND.
I held a lieutenant's commission in his Majesty's army
and served abroad in the campaigns of 1677 and 1678. The
Treaty of Nimeguen being concluded, I returned home, and
retiring from the service withdrew to a small estate lying a
few miles east of London, which I had recently acquired in
right of my wife.
This is the last night I have to live, and I will set down
the naked truth without disguise. I was never a brave
man, and had always been from my childhood of a secret,
sullen, distrustful nature. I speak of myself as if I had
passed from the world; for while I write this, my grave is
digging, and my name is written in the black book of death.
Soon after my return to England, my only brother was
seized with mortal illness. This circumstance gave me
slight or no pain, for since we had been men we had asso-
ciated but very little together. He was open-hearted and
generous, handsomer than I, more accomplished, and gen-
erally beloved. Those who sought my acquaintance abroad
or at home because they were friends of his, seldom at-
tached themselves to me long, and would usually say in
our first conversation that they were surprised to find two
brothers so unlike in their manners and appearance. It
was my habit to lead them on to this avowal; for I knew
what comparisons they must draw between us; and having
a rankling envy in my heart, I sought to justify it to
myself.
We had married two sisters. This additional tie between
us, as it may appear to some, only estranged us the more.
His wife knew me well. I never struggled with any secret
jealousy or gall when she was present but that woman knew
it as well as I did. I never raised my eyes at such times
but I found hers fixed upori me; I never bent them on the
ground or looked another way but I felt that she overlooked
me always. It was an inexpressible relief to me when we
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quarrelled, and a greater relief still when I heard abroad
that she was dead. It seems to me now as if some strange
and terrible foreshadowing of what has happened since
must have hung over us then. I was afraid of her; she
haunted me; her fixed and steady look comes back upon
me now like the memory of a dark dream, and makes my
blood run cold.
She died shortly after giving birth to a child — a boy.
When my brother knew that all hope of his own recovery
was past, he called my wife to his bedside and confided
this orphan, a child of four years old, to her protection.
He bequeathed to him all the property he had, and willed
that in case of his child's death it should pass to my wife,
as the only acknowledgment he could make her for her care
and love. He exchanged a few brotherly words with me,
deploring our long separation; and being exhausted, fell
into a slumber from which he never awoke.
We had no children; and as there had been a strong af-
fection between the sisters, and my wife had almost sup-
plied the place of a mother to this boy, she loved him as if
he had been her own. The child was ardently attached to
her; but he was his mother's image in face and spirit and
always mistrusted me.
I can scarcely fix the date when the feeling first came
upon me, but I soon began to be uneasy when this child
was by. I never roused myself from some moody train of
thought but I marked him looking at me : not with mere
childish wonder, but with something of the purpose and
meaning that I had so often noted in his mother. It was
no effort of my fancy, founded on close resemblance of
feature and expression. I never could look the boy down.
He feared me, but seemed by some instinct to despise me
while he did so; and even when he drew back beneath my
gaze — as he would when we were alone, to get nearer to
the door — he would keep his bright eyes upon me still.
Perhaps I hide the truth from myself, but I do not think
that when this began, I meditated to do him any wrong. I
may have thought how serviceable his inheritance would be
to us, and may have wished him dead; but I believe I had
no thought of compassing his death. Neither did the idea
come upon me at once, but by very slow degrees, present-
ing itself at first in dim shapes at a very great distance, as
men may think of an earthquake or the Last Day; then
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 39
drawing nearer and nearer, and losing something of its hor-
ror and improbability; then coming to be part and parcel
— nay, nearly the whole sum and substance — of my daily
thoughts, and resolving itself into a question of means and
safety; not of doing or abstaining from the deed.
While this was going on within me, I never could beai
that the child should see me looking at him, and yet I was
under a fascination which made it a kind of business with
me to contemplate his slight and fragile figure and think
how easily it might be done. Sometimes I would steal up-
stairs and watch him as he slept; but usually I hovered in
the garden near the window of the room in which he learnt
his little tasks; and there, as he sat upon a low seat beside
my wife, I would peer at him for hours together from be-
hind a tree; starting like the guilty wretch I was at every
rustling of a leaf, and still gliding back to look and start
again.
Hard by our cottage, but quite out of sight, and (if there
were any wind astir) of hearing too, was a deep sheet of
water. I spent days in shaping with my pocket-knife a
rough model of a boat, which I finished at last and dropped
in the child's way. Then I withdrew to a secret place
which he must pass if he stole away alone to swim this
bauble, and lurked there for his coming. He came neither
that day nor the next, though I waited from noon till night-
fall. I was sure that I had him in my net, for I had heard
him prattling of the toy, and knew that in his infant
pleasure he kept it by his side in bed. I felt no weariness
or fatigue, but waited patiently, and on the third day he
passed me, running joyously along, with his silken hair
streaming in the wind, and he singing — God have mercy
upon me ! — singing a merry ballad — who could hardly lisp
the words.
I stole down after him, creeping under certain shrubs
which grow in that place, and none but devils know with
what terror I, a strong full-grown man, tracked the foot-
steps of that baby as he approached the water's brink. I
was close upon him, had sunk upon my knee and raised my
hand to thrust him in, when he saw my shadow in the
stream and turned him round.
His mother's ghost was looking from his eyes. The sun
burst forth from behind a cloud; it shone in the bright sky,
the glistening earth, the clear water, the sparkling drops of
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rain upon the leaves. There were eyes in everything. The
whole great universe of light was there to see the murder
done. I know not what he said; he came of bold and
manly blood, and, child as he was, he did not crouch or
fawn upon me. I heard him cry that he would try to love
me — not that he did — and then I saw him running back
towards the house. The next I saw was my own sword
naked in my hand, and he lying at my feet stark dead —
dabbled here and there with blood, but otherwise no differ-
ent from what I had seen him in his sleep — in the same at-
titude too, with his cheek resting upon his little hand.
I took him in my arms and laid him — very gently now
that he was dead — in a thicket. My wife was from home
that day, and would not return until the next. Our bed-
room window, the only sleeping-room on that side of the
house, was but a few feet from the ground, and I resolved
to descend from it at night and bury him in the garden. I
had no thought that I had failed in my design, no thought
that the water would be dragged and nothing found, that
the money must now lie waste since I must encourage the
idea that the child was lost or stolen. All my thoughts
were bound up and knotted together in the one absorbing
necessity of hiding what I had done.
How I felt when they came to tell me that the child was
missing, when I ordered scouts in all directions, when I
gasped and trembled at every one's approach, no tongue
can tell or mind of man conceive. I buried him that night.
When I parted the boughs and looked into the dark thicket,
there was a glow-worm shining like the visible spirit of
God upon the murdered child. I glanced down into his
grave when I had placed him there and still it gleamed
upon his breast: an eye of fire looking up to Heaven in
supplication to the stars that watched me at my work.
I had to meet my wife, and break the news, and give her
hope that the child would soon be found. All this I did —
with some appearance, I suppose, of being sincere, for I
was the object of no suspicion. This done, I sat at the
bedroom window all day long and watched the spot where
the dreadful secret lay.
It was in a piece of ground which had been dug up to be
newly turfed, and which I had chosen on that account as
the traces of my spade were less likely to attract attention.
The men who laid down the grass must have thought me
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 41
mad. I called to them continually to expedite their work,
ran out and worked beside them, trod down the turf with
my feet, and hurried them with frantic eagerness. They
had finished their task before night, and then I thought
myself comparatively safe.
I slept — not as men do who wake refreshed and cheer-
ful, but I did sleep, passing from vague and shadowy
dreams of being -hunted down, to visions of the plot of
grass, through which now a hand, and now a foot, and now
the head itself was starting out. At this point I always
woke and stole to the window to make sure that it was not
really so. That done, I crept to bed again; and thus I
spent the night in fits and starts, getting up and lying
down full twenty times, and dreaming the same dream over
and over again — which was far worse than lying awake, for
every dream had a whole night's suffering of its own. Once
I thought the child was alive and that I had never tried to
kill him. To wake from that dream was the most dread-
ful agony of all.
The next day I sat at the window again, never once tak-
ing my eyes from the place, which, although it was cov-
ered by the grass, was as plain to me — its shape, its size,
its depth, its jagged sides, and all — as if it had been open
to the light of day. When a servant walked across it, I
felt as if he must sink in; when he had passed, I looked
to see that his feet had not worn the edges. If a bird
lighted there, I was in terror lest by some tremendous
interposition it should be instrumental in the discovery;
if a breath of air sighed across it, to me it whispered
murder. There was not a sight or a sound — how ordi-
nary, mean, or unimportant soever — but was fraught with
fear. And in this state of ceaseless watching I spent three
days.
On the fourth there came to the gate one who had served
with me abroad, accompanied by a brother officer of his
whom I had never seen. I felt that I could not bear to be
out of sight of the place. It was a summer evening, and I
bade my people take a table and a flask of wine into the
garden. Then I sat down with my chair upon the grave,
and being assured that nobody could disturb it now without
my knowledge, tried to drink and talk.
They hoped that my wife was well — that she was not
obliged to keep her chamber — that they had not frightened
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her away. What could I do but tell them with a faltering
tongue about the child? The officer whom I did not know
was a down-looking man, and kept his eyes upon the
ground while I was speaking. Even that terrified me ! I
could not divest myself of the idea that he saw something
there which caused him to suspect the truth. I asked him
hurriedly if he supposed that — and stopped. " That the
child has been murdered? " said he, looking mildly at me :
"Oh no! what could a man gain by murdering a poor
child? " 1 could have told him what a man gained by such
a deed, no one better: but I held my peace and shivered as
with an ague.
Mistaking my emotion, they were endeavouring to cheer
me with the hope that the boy would certainly be found —
great cheer that was for me ! — when we heard a low deep
howl, and presently there sprang over the wall two great
dogs, who bounding into the garden repeated the baying
sound we had heard before.
" Bloodhounds ! " cried my visitors.
What need to tell me that ! I had never seen one of that
kind in all my life, but I knew what they were and for
what purpose they had come. I grasped the elbows of my
chair, and neither spoke nor moved.
"They are of the genuine breed," said the man whom I
had known abroad, "and being out for exercise have no
doubt escaped from their keeper."
Both he and his friend turned to look at the dogs, who
with their noses to the ground moved restlessly about, run-
ning to and fro, and up and down, and across, and round
in circles, careering about like wild things, and all this
time taking no notice of us, but ever and again lifting their
heads and repeating the yell we had heard already, then
dropping their noses to the ground again and tracking ear-
nestly here and there. They now began to snuff the earth
more eagerly than they had done yet, and although they
were still very restless, no longer beat about in such wide
circuits, but kept near to one spot, and constantly dimin-
ished the distance between themselves and me.
At last they came up close to the great chair on which I
sat, and raising their frightful howl once more, tried to
tear away the wooden rails that kept them from the ground
beneath. I saw how I looked, in the faces of the two who
were with me.
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 43
"They scent some prey," said they, both together.
" They scent no prey ! " cried I.
" In Heaven's name, move ! " said the one I knew, very
earnestly, "or you will be torn to pieces."
" Let them tear me limb from limb, I'll never leave this
place ! " cried I. " Are dogs to hurry men to shameful
deaths? Hew them down, cut them in pieces."
" There is some foul mystery here ! " said the officer
whom I did not know, drawing his sword. "In King
Charles's name, assist me to secure this man."
They both set upon me and forced me away, though I
fought and bit and caught at them like a madman. After
a struggle, they got me quietly between them; and then,
my God ! I saw the angry dogs tearing at the earth and
throwing it up into the air like water.
What more have I to tell? That I fell upon my knees,
and with chattering teeth confessed the truth, and prayed
to be forgiven. That I have since denied, and now confess to
it again. That I have been tried for the crime, found guilty,
and sentenced. That I have not the courage to anticipate
my doom or to bear up manfully against it. That I have
no compassion, no consolation, no hope, no friend. That
my wife has happily lost for the time those faculties which
would enable her to know my misery or hers. That I am
alone in this stone dungeon with my evil spirit, and that I die
to-morrow !
CORRESPONDENCE.
Master Humphrey has been favoured with the following
letter written on strongly-scented paper, and sealed in
light-blue wax with the representation of two very plump
doves interchanging beaks. It does not commence with
any of the usual forms of address, but begins as is here set
forth.
Bath, Wednesday night.
Heavens ! into what an indiscretion do I suffer myself to
be betrayed ! To address these faltering lines to a total
stranger, and that stranger one of a conflicting sex ! — and
yet I am precipitated into the abyss, and have no power of
self-snatchation (forgive me if I coin that phrase) from the
yawning gulf before me.
Yes, I am writing to a man; but let me not think of
that, for madness is in the thought. You will understand
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my feelings? Oh yes ! I am sure you will ! and you will
respect them too, and not despise them — will you?
Let me be calm. That portrait — smiling as once he
smiled on me; that cane — dangling as I have seen it dangle
from his hand I know not how oft; those legs that have
glided through my nightly dreams and never stopped to
speak; the perfectly gentlemanly, though false original —
can I be mistaken? Oh no, no.
Let me be calmer yet; I would be calm as coffins. You
have published a letter from one whose likeness is en-
graved, but whose name (and wherefore?) is suppressed.
Shall 1 breathe that name ! Is it — but why ask when my
heart tells me too truly that it is !
I would not upbraid him with his treachery; I would not
remind him of those times when he plighted the most elo-
quent of vows, and procured from me a small pecuniary ac-
commodation; and yet I would see him — see him did I say
— him — alas! such is woman's nature. For as the poet
beautifully says — but you will already have anticipated the
sentiment. Is it not sweet? Oh yes !
It was in this city (hallowed by the recollection) that I
met him first; and assuredly if mortal happiness be recorded
anywhere, then those rubbers with their three-and-six-
penny points are scored on tablets of celestial brass. He
always held an honour — generally two. On that eventful
night we stood at eight. He raised his eyes (luminous in
their seductive sweetness) to my agitated face. " Can
you? " said he, with peculiar meaning. I felt the gentle
pressure of his foot on mine; our corns throbbed in unison.
" Can you? " he said again; and every lineament of his ex-
pressive countenance added the words "resist me?" I
murmured "No," and fainted.
They said, when I recovered, it was the weather, /said
it was the nutmeg in the negus. How little did they sus-
pect the truth ! How little did they guess the deep mys-
terious meaning of that inquiry ! He called next morning
on his knees; I do not mean to say that he actually came
in that position to the house-door, but that he went down
upon those joints directly the servant had retired. He
brought some verses in his hat, which he said were origi-
nal, but which I have since found were Milton's. Like-
wise a little bottle labelled laudanum; also a pistol and
a sword-stick. He drew the latter, uncorked the former,
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 45
and clicked the trigger of the pocket fire-arm. He had
come, he said, to conquer or to die. He did not die. He
wrested from me an avowal of my love, and let off the
pistol out of a back window previous to partaking of a
slight repast.
Faithless, inconstant man ! How many ages seem to have
elapsed since his unaccountable and perfidious disappear-
ance! Could I still forgive him both that and the bor-
rowed lucre that he promised to pay next week ! Could I
spurn him from my feet if he approached in penitence, and
with a matrimonial object! Would the blandishing en-
chanter still weave his spells around me, or should I burst
them all and turn away in coldness ! I dare not trust my
weakness with the thought.
My brain is in a whirl again. You know his address,
his occupations, his mode of life, — are acquainted perhaps
with his inmost thoughts. You are a humane and philan-
thropic character; reveal all you know — all; but especially
the street and number of his lodgings. The post is depart-
ing, the bellman rings — pray Heaven it be not the knell of
love and hope to BELINDA.
P. S. Pardon the wanderings of a bad pen and a distracted
mind. Address to the Post-office. The bellman rendered
impatient by delay is ringing dreadfully in the passage.
P.P.S. I open this to say that the bellman is gone and
that you must not expect it till the next post, so don't be
surprised when you don't get it.
Master Humphrey does not feel himself at liberty to fur-
nish his fair correspondent with the address of the gentle-
man in question, but he publishes her letter as a public
appeal to his faith and gallantry.
MASTER HUMPHREY'S VISITOR.
WHEN I am in a thoughtful mood, I often succeed in di-
verting the current of some mournful reflections, by conjur-
ing up a number of fanciful associations with the objects
that surround me, and dwelling upon the scenes and char-
acters they suggest.
46 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
I have been led by this habit to assign to every room in
my house and every old staring portrait on its walls a sep-
arate interest of its own. Thus, I am persuaded that a stately
dame, terrible to behold in her rigid modesty, who hangs
above the chimney-piece of my bedroom, is the former lady
of the mansion. In the courtyard below is a stone face of
surpassing ugliness, which I have somehow — in a kind of
jealousy, I am afraid — associated with her husband. Above
my study is a little room with ivy peeping through the lat-
tice, from which I bring their daughter, a lovely girl of
eighteen or nineteen years of age, and dutiful in all re-
spects save one, that one being her devoted attachment to
a young gentleman on the stairs, whose grandmother (de-
graded to a disused laundry in the garden) piques herself
upon an old family quarrel and is the implacable enemy of
their love. With such materials as these I work out many
a little drama, whose chief merit is that I can bring it to a
happy end at will; I have so many of them on hand, that
if on my return home one of these evenings I were to find
some bluff old wight of two centuries ago comfortably seated
in my easy-chair, and a love-lorn damsel vainly appealing
to his obdurate heart and leaning her white arm upon my
clock itself, I verily believe I should only express my sur-
prise that they had kept me waiting so long, and never
honoured me with a call before.
I was, in such a mood as this, sitting in my garden yes-
terday morning under the shade of a favourite tree, revel-
ling in all the bloom and brightness about me, and feeling
every sense of hope and enjoyment quickened by this most
beautiful season of Spring, when my meditations were in-
terrupted by the unexpected appearance of my barber at
the end of the walk, who I immediately saw was coming
towards me with a hasty step that betokened something
remarkable.
My barber is at all times a very brisk, bustling, active
little man — for he is, as it were, chubby all over, without
being stout or unwieldy — but yesterday his alacrity was so
very uncommon that it quite took me by surprise. Nor
could I fail to observe when he came up to me that his grey
eyes were twinkling in a most extraordinary manner, that
his little red nose was in an unusual glow, that every line
in his round bright face was twisted and curved into an ex-
pression of pleased surprise, and that his whole counte-
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 47
nance was radiant with glee. I was still more surprised
to see my housekeeper, who usually preserves a very staid
air and stands somewhat upon her dignity, peeping round
the hedge at the bottom of the walk, and exchanging nods
and smiles with the barber, who twice or thrice looked over
his shoulder for that purpose. I could conceive no an-
nouncement to which these appearances could be the pre-
lude, unless it were that they had married each other that
morning.
I was, consequently, a little disappointed when it only
came out that there was a gentleman in the house who
wished to speak with me.
" And who is it? " said I.
The barber, with his face screwed up still tighter than
before, replied that the gentleman would not send his
name, but wished to .see me. I pondered for a moment,
wondering who this visitor might be, and I remarked that
he embraced the opportunity of exchanging another nod
with the housekeeper, who still lingered in the distance.
"Well! " said I, "bid the gentleman come here."
This seemed to be the consummation of the barber's
hopes, for he turned sharp round, and actually ran away.
Now, my sight is not very good at a distance, and there-
fore when the gentleman first appeared in the walk, I was
not quite clear whether he was a stranger to me or other-
wise. He was an elderly gentleman, but came tripping
along in the pleasantest manner conceivable, avoiding the
garden-roller and the borders of the beds with inimitable
dexterity, picking his way among the flower-pots, and smil-
ing with unspeakable good-humour. Before he was half
way up the walk he began to salute me; then I thought I
knew him; but when he came towards me with his hat in
his hand, the sun shining on his bald head, his bland face,
his bright spectacles, his fawn-coloured tights, and his
black gaiters — then my heart warmed towards him, and I
felt quite certain that it was Mr. Pickwick.
"My dear Sir," said that gentleman as I rose to receive
him, "pray be seated. Pray sit down. Now, do not stand
on my account. I must insist upon it, really." With these
words Mr. Pickwick gently pressed me down into my seat,
and taking my hand in his, shook it again and again with
a warmth of manner perfectly irresistible. I endeavoured
to express- in my welcome something of that heartine;!.,
48 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
and pleasure which the sight of him awakened and made
him sit down beside me. All this time he kept alternately
releasing my hand and grasping it again, and surveying me
through his spectacles with such a beaming countenance as
I never beheld.
" You knew me directly ! " said Mr. Pickwick. " What
a pleasure it is to think that you knew me directly ! "
I remarked that I had read his adventures very often,
and that his features were quite familiar to me from the
published portraits. As I thought it a good opportunity of
adverting to the circumstance, I condoled with him upon
the various libels on his character which had found their
way into print. Mr. Pickwick shook his head and for a
moment looked very indignant, but smiling again directly,
added that no doubt I was acquainted with Cervantes' in-
troduction to the second part of Don Quixote, and that it
fully expressed his sentiments on the subject.
"But now," said Mr. Pickwick, "don't you wonder how
I found you out? "
" I will never wonder, and with your good leave, never
know," said I, smiling in my turn. "It is enough for me
that you give me this gratification. I have not the least
desire that you should tell me by what means I have ob-
tained it."
" You are very kind," returned Mr. Pickwick, shaking
me by the hand again, " you are so exactly what I expected !
But for what particular purpose do you think I have sought
you out, my dear Sir? Now, what do you think I have
come for? "
Mr. Pickwick put] this question as though he were per-
suaded that it was morally impossible that I could by any
means divine the deep purpose of his visit, and that it must
be hidden from all human ken. Therefore, although I was
rejoiced to think that I anticipated his drift, I feigned to
be quite ignorant of it, and after a brief consideration shook
my head despairingly.
"What should you say," said Mr. Pickwick, laying the
forefinger of his left hand upon my coat-sleeve, and looking
at me with his head thrown back, and a little on one side,
" what should you say if I confessed that after reading your
account of yourself and your little society, I had come here,
a humble candidate for one of those empty chairs? "
"I should say," I returned, "that I know of only one
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circumstance which could still further endear that little
society to me, and that would be the associating with it
my old friend — for you must let me call you so— my old
friend, Mr. Pickwick."
As I made him this answer, every feature of Mr. Pick-
wick's face fused itself into one all-pervading expression of
delight. After shaking me heartily by both hands at once,
he patted me gently on the back, and then — I well un-
derstood why — coloured up to the eyes, and hoped with
great earnestness of manner that he had not hurt me.
If he had, I would have been content that he should
have repeated the offence a hundred times rather than sup-
pose so; but as he had not, I had no difficulty in changing
the subject by making an inquiry which had been upon my
lips twenty times already.
"You have not told me," said I, "anything about Sam
Weller."
"Oh! Sam," replied Mr. Pickwick, "is the same as ever.
The same true, faithful fellow that he ever was. What
should I tell you about Sam, my dear Sir, except that he
is more indispensable to my happiness and comfort every
day of my life?"
" And Mr. Weller senior? " said I.
"Old Mr. Weller," returned Mr. Pickwick, "is in no re-
spect more altered than Sam, unless it be that he is a little
more opinionated than he was formerly, and perhaps at
times more talkative. He spends a good deal of his time
now in our neighbourhood, and has so constituted himself
a part of my body-guard, that when I ask permission for
Sam to have a seat in your kitchen on Clock nights (sup-
posing your three friends think me worthy to fill one of the
chairs) I am afraid I must often include Mr. Weller too."
I very readily pledged myself to give both Sam and his
father a free admission to my house at all hours and sea-
sons, and this point settled, we fell into a lengthy conversa-
tion which was carried on with as little reserve, on both
sides as if we had been intimate friends from our youth,
and which conveyed to me the comfortable assurance that
Mr. Pickwick's buoyancy of spirit, and indeed all his old
cheerful characteristics, were Avholly unimpaired. As he
had spoken of the consent of my friends as being yet in
abeyance, I repeatedly assured him that his proposal was
certain to receive their most joyful sanction, and several
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times entreated that he would give me leave to introduce
him to Jack Redburn and Mr. Miles (who were near at
hand) without further ceremony.
To this proposal, however, Mr. Pick wick's delicacy would
by no means allow him to accede, for he urged that his
eligibility must be formally discussed, and that, until this
had been done, he could not think of obtruding himself
further. The utmost I could obtain from him was a promise
that he would attend upon our next night of meeting, that
I might have the pleasure of presenting him immediately
on his election.
Mr. Pickwick, having with many blushes placed in my
hands a small roll of paper, which he termed his " qualifica-
tion," put a great many questions to me touching rny friends
and particularly Jack Redburn, whom he repeatedly termed
"a fine fellow," and in whose favour I could see he was
strongly predisposed. When I had satisfied him on these
points, I took him up into my room that he might make
acquaintance with the old chamber which is our place of
meeting.
" And this," said Mr. Pickwick, stopping short, " is the
Clock ! Dear me ! And this is really the old clock ! "
I thought he would never have come away from it.
After advancing towards it softly, and laying his hand
upon it with as much respect and as many smiling looks as
if it were alive, he set himself to consider it in every pos-
sible direction, now mounting on a chair to look at the top,
now going down upon his knees to examine the bottom, now
surveying the sides with his spectacles almost touching the
case, and now trying to peep between it and the wall to get
a slight view of the back. Then he would retire a pace or
two and look up at the dial to see it go, and then draw
near again and stand with his head on one side to hear it
tick : never failing to glance towards me at intervals of a
few seconds each, and nod his head with such complacent
gratification as I am quite unable to describe. His admi-
ration was not confined to the clock either, but extended it-
self to every article in the room; and really, when he had
gone through them every one, and at last sat himself down
in all the six chairs, one after another, to try how they
felt, I never saw such a picture of good-humour and hap-
piness as he presented, from the top of his shining head
down to the very last button of his gaiters.
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I should have been well pleased, and should have had
the utmost enjoyment of his company, if he had remained
with me all day, but my favourite, striking the hour, re-
minded him that he must take his leave. I could not for-
bear telling him once more how glad he had made me, and
we shook hands all the way down stairs.
We had no sooner arrived in the hall than my house-
keeper, gliding out of her little room (she had changed her
gown and cap, I observed) greeted Mr. Pickwick with her
best smile and curtsey; and the barber, feigning to be acci-
dentally passing on his way out, made him a vast number
of bows. When the housekeeper curtseyed, Mr. Pickwick
bowed with the utmost politeness, and when he bowed, the
housekeeper curtseyed again ; between the housekeeper and
the barber, I should say that Mr. Pickwick faced about and
bowed with undiminished affability fifty times at least.
I saw him to the door; an omnibus was at the moment
passing the corner of the lane, which Mr. Pickwick hailed
and ran after with extraordinary nimbleness. When he
had got about half way he turned his head, and seeing that
I was still looking after him and that I waved my hand,
stopped, evidently irresolute whether to come back and
shake hands again, or to go on. The man behind the om-
nibus shouted, and Mr. Pickwick ran a little way towards
him : then he looked round at me, and ran a little way back
again. Then there was another shout, and he turned round
once more and ran the other way. After several of these
vibrations, the man settled the question by taking Mr.
Pickwick by the arm and putting him into the carriage;
but his last action was to let down the window and wave
his hat to me as it drove off.
I lost no time in opening the parcel he had left with me.
The following were its contents : —
MR. PICKWICK'S TALE.
A good many years have passed away since old John
Podgers lived in the town of Windsor, where he was born,
and where in course of time he came to be comfortably and
snugly buried. You may be sure that in the time of King
James the First, Windsor was a very quaint queer old town,
and you may take it upon my authority that John Podgers
was a very quaint queer old fellow; consequently he and
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Windsor fitted each other to a nicety, and seldom parted
company even for half a day.
John Podgers was broad, sturdy, Dutch-built, short, and
a very hard eater, as men of his figure often are. Being a
hard sleeper likewise, he divided his time pretty equally
between these two recreations, always falling asleep when
he had done eating, and always taking another turn at the
trencher when he had done sleeping, by which means he
grew more corpulent and more drowsy every day of his life.
Indeed it used to be currently reported that when he saun-
tered up and down the sunny side of the street before din-
ner (as he never failed to do in fair weather) he enjoyed
his soundest nap; but many people held this to be a fiction,
as he had several times been seen to look after fat oxen on
market-days, and had even been heard by persons of good
credit and reputation to chuckle at the sight, and say to
himself with great glee, " Live beef, live beef ! " It was
upon this evidence that the wisest people in Windsor (be-
ginning with the local authorities of course) held that John
Podgers was a man of strong sound sense — not what is
called smart, perhaps, and it might be of a rather lazy and
apoplectic turn, but still a man of solid parts, and one who
meant much more than he cared to show. This impression
was confirmed by a very dignified way he had of shaking
his head and ^imparting at the same time a pendulous mo-
tion to his double chin ; in short he passed for one of those
people who being plunged into the Thames would make no
vain efforts to set it afire, but would straightway flop down
to the bottom with a deal of gravity and be highly respected
in consequence by all good men.
Being well to do in the world, and a peaceful widower —
having a great appetite, which, as he could afford to gratify
it, was a luxury and no inconvenience, and a power of go-
ing to sleep, which, as he had no occasion to keep awake,
was a most enviable faculty — you will readily suppose that
John Podgers was a happy man. But appearances are of-
ten deceptive when they least seem so, and the truth is that,
notwithstanding his extreme sleekness, he was rendered un-
easy in his mind and exceedingly uncomfortable by a con-
stant apprehension that beset him night and day.
You know very well that in those times there flourished
divers evil old women who under the name of Witches
spread great disorder through the land, and inflicted various
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 53
dismal tortures upon Christian men : sticking pins and nee-
dles into them when they least expected it, and causing
them to walk in the air with their feet upwards, to the
great terror of their wives and families, who were naturally
very much disconcerted when the master of the house un-
expectedly came home, knocking at the door with his heels
and combing his hair on the scraper. These were their
commonest pranks, but they every day played others, of
which none were less objectionable and many were much
more so, being improper besides; the result was that ven-
geance was denounced against all old women, with whom
even the King himself had no sympathy (as he certainly
ought to have had), for with his own most Gracious hand he
penned a most Gracious consignment of them to everlasting
wrath, and devised most Gracious means for their confu-
sion and slaughter, in virtue whereof scarcely a day passed
but one witch at the least was most graciously hanged,
drowned, or roasted in some part of his dominions. Still
the press teemed with strange and terrible news from the
North or the South or the East or the West, relative to
witches and their unhappy victims in some corner of the
country, and the Public's hair stood on end to that degree
that it lifted its hat off its head, and made its face pale
with terror.
You may believe that the little'town of Windsor did not
escape the general contagion. The inhabitants boiled a
witch on the King's birthday and sent a bottle of the broth
to court, with a dutiful address expressive of their loyalty.
The King, being rather frightened by the present, piously
bestowed it upon the Archbishop of Canterbury, and re-
turned an answer to the address, wherein he gave them
golden rules for discovering witches and laid great stress
upon certain protecting charms, and especially horseshoes.
Immediately the townspeople went to work nailing up horse-
shoes over every door, and so many anxious parents ap-
prenticed their children to farriers, to keep them out of
harm's way, that it became quite a genteel trade and flour-
ished exceedingly.
In the midst of all this bustle John Podgers ate and
slept as usual, but shook his head a great deal oftener than
was his custom, and was observed to look at the oxen less,
and at the old women more. He had a little shelf put up in
his sitting-room, whereon was displayed in a row which
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grew longer every week all the witchcraft literature of the
time; he grew learned in charms and exorcisms, hinted at
certain questionable females on broomsticks whom he had
seen from his chamber window, riding in the air at night,
and was in constant terror of being bewitched. At length,
from perpetually dwelling upon this one idea which being
alone in his head had it all its own way, the fear of witches
became the single passion of his life. He, who up to that
time had never known what it was to dream, began to have
visions of witches whenever he fell asleep; waking, they
were incessantly present to his imagination likewise; and,
sleeping or waking, he had not a moment's peace. He be-
gan to set witch-traps in the highway, aud was often seen
lying in wait round the corner for hours together, to watch
their effect. These engines were of simple construction,
usually consisting of two straws disposed in the form of a
cross, or a piece of a Bible-cover with a pinch of salt upon
it; but they were infallible, and if an old woman chanced
to stumble over them (as not unfrequently happened, the
chosen spot being a broken and stony place), John started
from a doze, pounced out upon her, and hung round her
neck till assistance arrived, when she was immediately car-
ried away and drowned. By dint of constantly inveigling
old ladies and disposing of them in this summary manner,
he acquired the reputation of a great public character; and
as he received no harm in these pursuits beyond a scratched
face or so, he came in the course of time to be considered
witch-proof.
There was but one person who entertained the least doubt
of John Podgers's gifts, and that person was his own
nephew, a wild roving young fellow of twenty who had
been brought up in his uncle's house and lived there still —
that is to say, when he was at home, which was not as of-
ten as it might have been. As he was an apt scholar, it
was he who read aloud every fresh piece of strange and ter-
rible intelligence that John Podgers bought; and this he
always did of an evening in the little porch in front of the
house, round which the neighbours would flock in crowds
to hear the direful news— for people like to be frightened,
and when they can be frightened for nothing and at an-
other man's expense, they like it all the better.
One fine midsummer evening, a group of persons were
gathered in this place listening intently to Will Marks
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(that was the nephew's name), as with his cap very much
on one side, his arm coiled slyly round the waist of a pretty
girl who sat beside him, and his face screwed into a com-
ical expression intended to represent extreme gravity, he
read — with Heaven knows how many embellishments of his
own — a dismal account of a gentleman down in Northamp-
tonshire under the influence of witchcraft and taken forcible
possession of by the Devil, who was playing his very self
with him. John Podgers, in a high sugar-loaf hat and
short cloak, filled the opposite seat, and surveyed the audi-
tory with a look of mingled pride and horror very edifying
to see; while the hearers, with their heads thrust forward
and their mouths open, listened and trembled, and hoped
there was a great deal more to come. Sometimes Will
stopped for an instant to look round upon his eager audi-
ence, and then, with a more comical expession of face than
before and a settling of himself comfortably, which in-
cluded a squeeze of the young lady before mentioned, he
launched into some new wonder surpassing all the others.
The setting sun shed his last golden rays upon this little
party, who, absorbed in their present occupation, took no
heed of the approach of night or the glory in which the day
went down, when the sound of a horse approaching at a
good round trot, invading the silence of the hour, caused
the reader to make a sudden stop and the listeners to raise
their heads in wonder. Nor was their wonder diminished
when a horseman dashed up to the porch, and abruptly
checking his steed, inquired where one John Podgers dwelt.
" Here ! " cried a dozen voices, while a dozen hands
pointed out sturdy John, still basking in the terrors of the
pamphlet.
The rider, giving his bridle to one of those who sur-
rounded him, dismounted and approached John, hat in
hand, but with great haste.
"Whence come ye? " said John.
"From Kingston, Master."
" And wherefore? "
"On most pressing business."
" Of what nature? "
"Witchcraft."
Witchcraft ! Everybody looked aghast at the breathless
messenger, and the breathless messenger looked equally
aghast at everybody — except Will Marks who, finding him-
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self unobserved, not only squeezed the young lady again,
but kissed her tAvice. Surely he must have been bewitched
himself, or he never could have done it — and the young
lady too, or she never would have let him.
" Witchcraft? " cried Will, drowning the sound of his
last kiss, which was rather a loud one.
The messenger turned towards him, and with a frown re-
peated the word more solemnly than before; then told his
errand, which was, in brief, that, the people of Kingston
had been greatly terrified for some nights past by hideous
revels, held by witches beneath the gibbet within a mile of
the town, and related and deposed to by chance wayfarers
who had passed within ear-shot of the spot — that the sound
of their voices in their wild orgies had been plainly heard
by many persons — that three old women laboured under
strong suspicion, and that precedents had been consulted
and solemn council had, and it was found that to identify
the hags some single person must watch upon the spot
alone — that no single person had the courage to perform
the task — and that he had been despatched express to so-
licit John Podgers to undertake it that very night, as being
a man of great renown, who bore a charmed life, and was
proof against unholy spells.
John received this communication with much composure,
and said in a few words, that it would have afforded him
inexpressible pleasure to do the Kingston people so slight
a service, if it were not for his unfortunate propensity to
fall asleep, which no man regretted more than himself upon
the present occasion, but which quite settled the question.
Nevertheless, he said, there was a gentleman present (and
here he looked very hard at a tall farrier) who, having been
engaged all his life in the manufacture of horseshoes, must
be quite invulnerable to the power of witches, and who, he
had no doubt, from his known reputation for bravery and
good-nature, would readily accept the commission. The
farrier politely thanked him for his good opinion, which it
would always be his study to deserve, but added that with
regard to the present little matter he couldn't think of it
on any account, as his departing on such an errand would
certainly occasion the instant death of his wife, to whom,
as they all knew, he was tenderly attached. Now, so far
from this circumstance being notorious, everybody had sus-
pected the reverse, as the farrier was in the habit of beat-
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ing his lady rather more than tender husbands usually do;
all the married men present, however, applauded his reso-
lution with great vehemence, and one and all declared that
they would stop at home and die if needful (which happily
it was not) in defence of their lawful partners.
This burst of enthusiasm over, they began to look as by
one consent toward Will Marks, who with his cap more on
one side than ever, sat watching the proceedings with ex-
traordinary unconcern. He had never been heard openly
to express his disbelief in witches, but had often cut such
jokes at their expense as left it to be inferred; publicly
stating on several occasions that he considered a broomstick
an inconvenient charger and one especially unsuited to the
dignity of the female character, and indulging in other free
remarks of the same tendency, to the great amusement of
his wild companions.
As they looked at Will they began to whisper and mur-
mur among themselves, and at length one man cried, " Why
don't you ask Will Marks? "
As this was what everybody had been thinking of, they
all took up the word, and cried in concert, " Ah ! why don't
you ask Will? "
"He don't care," said the farrier.
"Not he," added another voice in the crowd.
"He don't believe in it, you know," sneered a little man
with a yellow face and a taunting nose and chin, which he
thrust out from under the arm of a long man before him.
" Besides," said a red-faced gentleman with a gruff voice,
"he's a single man."
"That's the point!" said the farrier; and all the mar-
ried men murmured, ah ! that was it, and they only wished
they were single themselves; they would show him what
spirit was, very soon.
The messenger looked towards Will Marks beseechingly.
" It will be a wet night, friend, and my grey nag is tired
after yesterday's work ;
Here there was a general titter.
"But," resumed Will, looking about him with a smile,
" if nobody else puts in a better claim to go for the credit
of the town, I am your man, and I would be if I had to go
afoot. In five minutes I shall be in the saddle, unless I
am depriving any worthy gentleman here of the honour of
the adventure, which I wouldn't do for the world."
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But here arose a double difficulty, for not only did John
Podgers combat the resolution with all the words he had,
which were not many, but the young lady combated it too
with all the tears she had, which were very many indeed.
Will, however, being inflexible, parried his uncle's objec-
tions with a joke, and coaxed the young lady into a smile
in three short whispers. As it was plain that he would go
and set his mind upon it, John Podgers offered him a few
first-rate charms out of his own pocket, which he dutifully
declined to accept; and the young lady gave him a kiss,
which he also returned.
" You see what a rare thing it is to be married," said
Will, "and how careful and considerate all these husbands
are. There's not a man among them but his heart is leap-
ing to forestall me in this adventure, and yet a strong sense
of duty keeps him back. The husbands in this one little
town are a pattern to the world, and so must the wives be
too, for that matter, or they could never boast half the in-
fluence they have ! "
WTaittng for no reply to this sarcasm, he snapped his
fingers and withdrew into the house, and thence into the
stable, while some busied themselves in refreshing the
messenger, and others in baiting his steed. In less than
the specified time he returned by another way, with a good
cloak hanging over his arm, a good sword girded by his
side, and leading his good horse caparisoned for the journey.
"Now," said Will, leaping into the saddle at a bound,
" up and away. Upon your mettle, friend, and push on.
Good night ! "
He kissed his hand to the girl, nodded to his drowsy
uncle, waved his cap to the rest — and off they flew pell-
mell, as if all the witches in England were in their horses'
legs. They were out of sight in a minute.
The men who were left behind shook their heads doubt-
fully, stroked their chins, and shook, their heads again.
The farrier said that certainly Will Marks was a good
horseman, nobody should ever say he denied that : but he
was rash, very rash, and there was no telling what the end
of it might be; what did he go for, that was what he
wanted to know? He wished the young fellow no harm,
but why did he go? Everybody echoed these words, and
shook their heads again, having done which they wished
John Podgers good night, and straggled home to bed.
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 59
The Kingston people were in their first sleep when Will
Marks and his conductor rode through the town and up to
the door of a house where sundry grave functionaries were
assembled, anxiously expecting the arrival of the renowned
Podgers. They were a little disappointed to find a gay
young man in his place; but they put the best face upon
the matter, and gave him full instructions how he was to
conceal himself behind the gibbet, and watch and listen to
the witches, and how at a certain time he was to burst forth
and cut and slash among them vigorousl}*, so that the sus-
pected parties might be found bleeding in their beds next
day, and thoroughly confounded. They gave him a great
quantity of wholesome advice besides, and — which was
more to the purpose with Will — a good supper. All these
things being done, and midnight nearly come, they sallied
forth to show him the spot where he was to keep his dreary
vigil.
The night was by this time dark and threatening. There
was a rumbling of distant thunder, and a low sighing of
wind among the trees, which was very dismal. The poten-
tates of the town kept so uncommonly close to Will that
they trod upon his toes, or stumbled against his ankles,
or nearly tripped up his heels at every step he took, and
besides these annoyances their teeth chattered so with
fear, that he seemed to be accompanied by a dirge of cas-
tanets.
At last they made a halt at the opening of a lonely deso-
late space, and, pointing to a black object at some distance,
asked Will if he saw that, yonder.
" Yes, " he replied . " What then ? "
Informing him abruptly that it was the gibbet where he
was to watch, they wished him good night in an extremely
friendly manner, and ran back as fast as their feet would
carry them.
Will walked boldly to the gibbet and, glancing upward
when he came under it, saw — certainly with satisfaction —
that it was empty, and that nothing dangled from the top
but some iron chains, which swung mournfully to and fro
as they were moved by the breeze. After a careful survey
of every quarter, he determined to take his station with his
face towards the town; both because that would place him
with his back to the wind, and because, if any trick or sur-
prise were attempted, it would probably come from that di-
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rection in the first instance. Having taken these precau-
tions, he wrapped his cloak about him so that it left the
handle of his sword free, and ready to his hand, and lean-
ing against the gallows-tree with his cap not quite so much
on one side as it had been before, took up his position for
the night.
SECOND CHAPTER OF MR. PICKWICK'S TALE.
We left Will Marks leaning under the gibbet with his
face towards the tOAvn, scanning the distance with a keen
eye which sought to pierce the darkness and catch the
earliest glimpse of any person or persons that might ap-
proach towards him. But all was quiet, and, save the
howling of the wind as it swept across the heath in gusts,
and the creaking of the chains that dangled above his head,
there was no sound to break the sullen stillness of the
night. After half an hour or so this monotony became
more disconcerting to Will than the most furious uproar
would have been, and he heartily wished for some one an-
tagonist with whom he might have a fair stand-up fight, if
it were only to warm himself.
Truth to tell, it was a bitter wind and seemed to blow to
the very heart of a man whose blood, heated but now with
rapid riding, was the more sensitive to the chilling blast.
Will was a daring fellow and cared not a jot for hard
knocks or sharp blades; but he could not persuade himself
to move or walk about, having just that vague expectation
of a sudden assault which made it a comfortable thing to
have something at his back, even though that something
were a gallows-tree. He had no great faith in the super-
stitions of the age; still such of them as occurred to him
did not serve to lighten the time or to render his situation
the more endurable. He remembered how witches were
said to repair at that ghostly hour to churchyards and gib-
bets and such-like dismal spots, to pluck the bleeding man-
drake or scrape the flesh from dead men's bones as choice
ingredients for their spells; how, stealing by night to lonely
places, they .dug graves with their finger-nails or anointed
themselves before riding in the air, with a delicate pomatum
made of the fat of infants newly boiled. These, and many
other fabled practices of a no less agreeable nature, and all
having some reference to the circumstances in which he
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was placed, passed and repassed in quick succession through
the mind of Will Marks, and adding a shadowy dread to
that distrust and watchfulness which his situation inspired,
rendered it upon the whole sufficiently uncomfortable. As
he had foreseen too, the rain began to descend heavily, and
driving before the wind in a thick mist .obscured even those
few objects which the darkness of the night had before im-
perfectly revealed.
" Look ! " shrieked a voice. " Great Heaven, it has fallen
down and stands erect as if it lived ! "
The speaker was close behind him — the voice was almost
at his ear. Will threw off his cloak, drew his sword, and
darting swiftly round, seized a woman by the wrist, who,
recoiling from him with a dreadful shriek, fell struggling
upon her knees. Another woman clad like her whom he
had grasped, iu mourning garments, stood rooted to the
spot on which they were, gazing upon his face with wild
and glaring eyes that quite appalled him.
" Say," cried Will, when they had confronted each other
thus for some time, " what are ye? "
" Say what are you," returned the woman, "who trouble
even this obscene resting-place of the dead, and strip the
gibbet of its honoured burden? Where is the body? "
He looked in wonder and affright from the woman who
questioned him to the other whose arm he clutched.
" Where is the body? " repeated his questioner more
firmly than before. " You wear no livery which marks you
for the hireling of the Government. You are no friend to
us, or I should recognise you, for the friends of such as we
are few in number. What are you then, and wherefore are
you here? "
"I am no foe to the distressed and helpless," said Will.
"Are ye among that number? ye should be by your looks."
" We are ! " was the answer.
" It is ye who have been wailing and weeping here under
cover of the night? " said Will.
"It is," replied the woman sternly; and pointing, as she
spoke, towards her companion, " she mourns a husband,
and I a brother. Even the bloody law that wreaks its ven-
geance on the dead does not make that a crime, and if it
did 'twould be alike to us who are past its fear or favour."
Will glanced at the two females, and could barely dis-
cern that the one whom he addressed was much the elder,
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and that the other was young and of a slight figure. Both
were deadly pale, their garments wet and worn, their hair
dishevelled and streaming in the wind, themselves bowed
down with grief and misery; their whole appearance most
dejected, wretched, and forlorn. A sight so different from
any he had expected to encounter touched him to the quick,
and all idea of anything but their pitiable condition van-
ished before it.
"I am a rough, blunt yeoman," said Will. "Why I
came here is told in a word; you have been overheard at a
distance in the silence of the night, and I have undertaken
a watch for hags or spirits. I came here expecting an ad-
venture and prepared to go through with any. If there be
aught that I can do to help or aid you, name it, and on the
faith of a man who can be secret and trusty I will stand
by you to the death."
" How comes this gibbet to be empty? " asked the elder
female.
".I swear to you," replied Will, "that I know as little as
yourself. But this I know, that when I came here an hour
ago or so, it was as it is now; and if, as I gather from
your question, it was not so last night, sure I am that it
has been secretly disturbed without the knowledge of the
folks in yonder town. Bethink you, therefore, whether you
have no friends in league with you or with him on whom
the law has done its worst, by whom these sad remains
have been removed for burial."
The women spoke together, and Will retired a pace or
two while they conversed apart. He could hear them sob
and moan, and saw that they wrung their hands in fruit-
less agony. He could make out little that they said, but
between whiles he gathered enough to assure him that his
suggestion was not very wide of the mark, and that they not
only suspected by whom the body had been removed, but
also whither it had been conveyed. When they had been
in conversation a long time, they turned towards him once
more. This time the younger female spoke.
" You have offered us your help? "
"I have."
" And given a pledge that you are still willing to redeem?"
" Yes. So far as I may, keeping all plots and conspira-
cies at arm's length."
" Follow us, friend."
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Will, whose self-possession was now quite restored,
needed no second bidding, but with his drawn sword in his
hand, and his cloak so muffled over his left arm as to serve
for a kind of shield without offering any impediment to its
free action, suffered them to lead the way. Through mud
and mire and wind and rain, they walked in silence a full
mile. At length they turned into a dark lane, where, sud-
denly starting out from beneath some trees where he had
taken shelter, a man appeared, having in his charge three
saddled horses. One of these (his own apparently), in
obedience to a whisper from the women, he consigned to
Will, who seeing that they mounted, mounted also. Then
without a word spoken they rode on together, leaving the
attendant behind .
They made no halt nor slackened their pace until they
arrived near Putney. At a large wooden house which stood
apart from any other they alighted, and giving their horses
to one who was already waiting, passed in by a side door,
and so up some narrow creaking stairs into a small panelled
chamber, where Will was left alone. He had not been here
very long, when the door was softly opened, and there en-
tered to him a cavalier whose face was concealed beneath a
black mask.
Will stood upon his guard, and scrutinised this figure
from head to foot. The form was that of a man pretty far
advanced in life, but of a firm and stately carriage. His
dress was of a rich and costly kind, but so soiled and dis-
ordered that it was scarcely to be recognised for one of
those gorgeous suits which the expensive taste and fashion
of the time prescribed for men of any rank or station. He
was booted and spurred, and bore about him even as many
tokens of the state of the roads as Will himself. All this
he noted, while the eyes behind the mask regarded him
with equal attention. The survey over, the cavalier broke
silence.
" Thou'rt young and bold, and wouldst be richer than
thou art? "
" The two first I am," returned Will. " The last I have
scarcely thought of. But be it so. Say that I would be
richer than I am; what then? "
"The way lies before thee now," replied the Mask.
" Show it me."
" First let me inform thee, that thou wert brought here
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to-night lest thou shouldst too soon have told thy tale to
those who placed thee on the watch."
" I thought as much when I followed," said Will. " But
I ain no blab, not I."
"Good," returned the Mask. "Now listen. He who
was to have executed the enterprise of burying that body
which as thou hast suspected was taken down to-night, has
left us in our need."
Will nodded, and thought within himself that if the
Mask were to attempt to play any tricks, the first eyelet-
hole on the left-hand side of his doublet, counting from the
buttons up the front, would be a very good place in which
to pink him neatly.
" Thou art here, and the emergency is desperate. I pro-
pose his task to thee. Convey the body (now coffined in
this house) by means that I shall show, to the church of
St. Dunstan in London to-morrow night, and thy service
shall be richly paid. Thou'rt about to ask whose corpse it
is. Seek not to know. I warn thee, seek not to know.
Felons hang in chains on every moor and heath. Believe,
as others do, that this was one, and ask no further. The
murders of state policy, its victims or avengers, had best
remain unknown to such as thee."
"The mystery of this service," said Will, "bespeaks its
danger. What is the reward? "
"One Irandred golden unities," replied the cavalier.
" The danger to one who cannot be recognised as the friend
of a fallen cause is not great, but there is some hazard to
be run. Decide between that and the reward."
" What if I refuse? " said Will.
"Depart in peace, in God's name," returned the Mask in
a melancholy tone, " and keep our secret, remembering that
those who brought thee here were crushed and stricken
women, and that those who bade thee go free could have
had thy life with one word, and no man the wiser."
Men were readier to undertake desperate adventures in
those times than they are now. In this case the tempta-
tion was great and the punishment even in case of detec-
tion was not likely to be very severe, as Will came of a
loyal stock, and his uncle was in good repute, and a pass-
able tale to account for his possession of the body and his
ignorance of the identity might be easily devised. The
cavalier explained that a covered cart had been prepared
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for the purpose; that the time of departure could be ar-
ranged so that he should reach London Bridge at dusk and
proceed through the City after the day had closed in; that
people should be ready at his journey's end to place the coffin
in a vault without a minute's delay; that officious inquirers
in the streets would be easily repelled by the tale that he
was carrying for interment the corpse of one who had died
of the plague; and in short showed him every reason why
he should succeed and none why he should fail. After a
time they were joined by another gentleman, masked like
the first, who added new arguments to those which had
been already urged; the wretched wife too added her tears
and prayers to their calmer representations; and in the end
Will, moved by compassion and good-nature, by a love of
the marvellous, by a mischievous anticipation of the terrors
of the Kingston people when he should be missing next
day, and finally by the prospect of gain, took upon him-
self the task, and devoted all his energies to its successful
execution.
The following night when it was quite dark, the hollow
echoes of old London Bridge responded to the rumbling of
the cart which contained the ghastly load, the object of
Will Marks 's care. Sufficiently disguised to attract no at-
tention by his garb, Will walked at the horse's head, as
unconcerned as a man could be who was sensible that he
had now arrived at the most dangerous part of his under-
taking, but full of boldness and confidence.
It was now eight o'clock. After nine, none could walk
the streets without danger of their lives, and even at this
hour, robberies and murder were of no uncommon occur-
rence. The shops upon the bridge were all closed; the low
wooden arches thrown across the way were like so many
black pits, in every one of which ill-favoured fellows lurked
in knots of three or four; some standing upright against
the wall, lying in wait; others skulking in gateways, and
thrusting out their uncombed heads and scowling eyes;
others crossing and re-crossing, and constantly jostling both
horse and man to provoke a quarrel; others stealing away
and summoning their companions in a low whistle. Once,
even in that short passage, there was the noise of scuffling
and the clash of swords behind him, but Will, who knew
the City and its ways, kept straight on and scarcely turned
his head.
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The streets being unpaved, the rain of the night before
had converted them into a perfect quagmire, which the
splashing water-spouts from the gables, and the filth and
offal cast from the different houses, swelled in no small
degree. These odious matters being left to putrefy in the
close and heavy air, emitted an insupportable stench, to
which every court and passage poured forth a contribution
of its own. Many parts, even of the main streets, with
their projecting stories tottering overhead and nearly shut-
ting out the sky, were more like huge chimneys than open
ways. At the corners of some of these, great bonfires were
burning to prevent infection from the plague, of which it
was rumoured that some citizens had lately died; and few,
who availing themselves of the light thus afforded paused
for a moment to look around them, would have been dis-
posed to doubt the existence of the disease or wonder at its
dreadful visitations.
But it was not in such scenes as these, or even in the
deep and miry road, that Will Marks found the chief ob-
stacles to his progress. There were kites and ravens feed-
ing in the streets (the only scavengers the City kept) who
scenting what he carried, followed the cart or fluttered on
its top and croaked their knowledge of its burden and their
ravenous appetite for prey. There were distant fires where
the poor wood and plaster tenements wasted fiercely, and
whither crowds made their way clamouring eagerly for
plunder, beating down all who came within their reach, and
yelling like devils let loose. There were single-handed
men flying from bands of ruffians, who pursued them with
naked weapons, and hunted them savagely; there were
drunken desperate robbers issuing from their dens and stag-
gering through the open streets where no man dare molest
them; there were vagabond servitors returning from the
Bear Garden, where had been good sport that day, drag-
ging after them their torn and bleeding dogs or leaving
them to die and rot upon the road. Nothing was abroad
but cruelty, violence, and disorder.
Many were the interruptions which Will Marks encoun-
tered from these stragglers, and many the narrow escapes
he made. Now some stout bully would take his seat upon
the cart insisting to be driven to his own home, and now
two or three men would come down upon him together and
demand that on peril of his life he showed them what he
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had inside. Then a party of the City Watch upon their
rounds would draw across the road, and not satisfied with
his tale, question him closely and revenge themselves by a
little cuffing and hustling for maltreatment sustained at
other hands that night. All these assailants had to be re-
butted, some by fair words, some by foul, and some by
blows. But Will Marks was not the man to be stopped or
turned back now he had penetrated so far, and though he
got on slowly, still he made his way down Fleet Street and
reached the church at last.
As he had been forewarned, all was in readiness. Di-
rectly he stopped, the coffin was removed by four men who
appeared so suddenly that they seemed to have started from
the earth. A fifth mounted the cart, and scarcely allowing
Will time to snatch from it a little bundle containing such of
his own clothes as he had thrown off on assuming his dis-
guise, drove briskly away. Will never saw cart or man again.
He followed the body into the church, and it was well he
lost no time in doing so, for the door was immediately
closed. There was no light in the building save that which
came from a couple of torches borne by two men in cloaks
who stood upon the brink of a vault. Each supported a
female figure, and all observed a profound silence.
By this dim and solemn glare, which made Will feel as
though light itself were dead, and its tomb the dreary
arches that frowned above, they placed the coffin in the
vault, with uncovered heads, and closed it up. One of the
torch-bearers then turned to Will and stretched forth his
hand, in which was a purse of gold. Something told him
directly that those were the same eyes which he had seen
beneath the mask.
"Take it," said the cavalier in a low voice, "and be
happy. Though these have been hasty obsequies, and no
priest has blessed the work, there will not be the less peace
with thee hereafter, for having laid his bones beside those
of his little children. Keep thy own counsel, for thy sake
no less than ours, and God be with thee ! "
" The blessing of a widowed mother on thy head, good
friend!" cried the younger lady through her tears; "the
blessing of one who has now no hope or rest but in this
grave ! "
Will stood with the purse in his hand, and involuntarily
made a gesture as though he would return it, for though a
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thoughtless fellow he was of a frank and generous nature.
But the two gentlemen extinguishing their torches cau-
tioned him to be gone, as their common safety would be
endangered by a longer delay; and at the same time their
retreating footsteps sounded through the church. He
turned, therefore, towards the point at which he had en-
tered, and seeing by a faint gleam in the distance that the
door was again partially open, groped his way towards it
and so passed into the street.
Meantime the local authorities of Kingston had kept
watch and ward all the previous night, fancying every now
and then that dismal shrieks were borne towards them on
the wind, and frequently winking to each other and draw-
ing closer to the fire as they drank the health of the lonely
sentinel, upon whom a clerical gentleman present was espe-
cially severe by reason of his levity and youthful folly.
Two or three of the gravest in company, who were of a
theological turn, propounded to him the question whether
such a character was not but poorly armed for single com-
bat with the Devil, and whether he himself would not have
been a stronger opponent; but the clerical gentleman,
sharply reproving them for their presumption in discussing
such questions, clearly showed that a fitter champion than
Will could scarcely have been selected, not only for that
being a child of Satan he was the less likely to be alarmed
by the appearance of his own father, but because Satan him-
self would be at his ease in such company, and would not
scruple to kick up his heels to an extent which it was quite
certain he would never venture before clerical eyes, under
whose influence (as was notorious) he became quite a tame
and milk-and-water character.
But when next morning arrived and with it no Will
Marks, and when a strong party repairing to the spot, as a
strong party ventured to do in broad day, found Will gone
and the gibbet empty, matters grew serious indeed. The
day passing away and no news arriving, and the night go-
ing on also without any intelligence, the thing grew more
tremendous still; in short the neighbourhood worked itself
up to such a comfortable pitch of mystery and horror, that
it is a great question whether the general feeling was not
one of excessive disappointment when, on the second morn-
ing, Will Marks returned.
However this may be, back Will came in a very cool and
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collected state, and appearing not to trouble himself much
about anybody except old John Podgers, who, having been
sent for, was sitting in the Town Hall crying slowly and
dozing between whiles. Having embraced his uncle and
assured him of his safety, Will mounted on a table and told
his story to the crowd.
And surely they would have been the most unreasonable
crowd that ever assembled together, if they had been in
the least respect disappointed with the tale he told them;
for besides describing the Witches' Dance to the minutest
motion of their legs, and performing it in character on the
table, with the assistance of a broomstick, he related how
they had carried off the body in a copper cauldron, and so
bewitched him that he lost his senses until he found him-
self lying under a hedge at least ten miles off whence he
had straightway returned as they then beheld. The story
gained such universal applause that it soon afterwards
brought down express from London the great witch-finder
of the age, the Heaven-born Hopkins, who having exam-
ined Will closely on several points, pronounced it the most
extraordinary and the best accredited witch story ever
known, under which title it was published at the Three
Bibles on London Bridge, in small quarto, with a view of
the cauldron from an original drawing, and a portrait
of the clerical gentleman as he sat by the fire.
On one point Will was particularly careful: and that
was to describe for the witches he had seen, three impos-
sible old females whose likenesses never were or will be.
Thus he saved the lives of the suspected parties, and of
all other old women who were dragged before him to be
identified.
This circumstance occasioned John Podgers much grief
and eorrow, until happening one day to cast his eyes upon
his housekeeper, and observing her to be plainly afflicted
with rheumatism, he procured her to be burnt as an un-
doubted witch. For this service to the state he was imme-
diately knighted, and became from that time Sir John
Podgers.
Will Marks never gained any clue to the mystery in
wjiich he had been an actor, nor did any inscription in the
church which he often visited afterwards, nor any of the
limited inquiries that he dared to make, yield him the least
assistance. As he kept his own secret, he was compelled
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to spend the gold discreetly and sparingly. In course of
time he married the young lady of whom I have already
told you, whose maiden name is not recorded, with whom
he led a prosperous and happy life. Years and years after
this adventure, it was his wont to tell her upon a stormy
night that it was a great comfort to him to think that those
bones, to whomsoever they might have once belonged, were
not bleaching in the troubled air, but were mouldering
away with the dust of their own kith and kindred in a quiet
grave.
FURTHER PARTICULARS OF MASTER HUMPHREY'S
VISITOR.
Being very full of Mr. Pickwick's application and highly
pleased with the compliment he had paid me, it will be
readily supposed that long before our next night of meeting
I communicated it to my three friends, who unanimously
voted his admission into our body. We all looked forward
with some impatience to the occasion which would enroll
him among us, but I am greatly mistaken if Jack Kedburn
and myself were not by many degrees the most impatient
of the party.
At length the night came, and a few minutes after ten
Mr. Pickwick's knock was heard at the street-door. He
was shown into a lower room, and I directly took my
crooked stick and went to accompany him up-stairs, in
order that he might be presented with all honour and
formality.
" Mr. Pickwick," said I, on entering the room, "I am re-
joiced to see you — rejoiced to believe that this is but the
opening of a long series of visits to this house, and but the
beginning of a close and lasting friendship."
That gentleman made a suitable reply with a cordiality
and frankness peculiarly his own, and glanced with a smile
towards two persons behind the door, whom I had not at
first observed, and whom I immediately recognised as Mr.
Samuel Weller and his father.
It was a warm evening, but the elder Mr. Weller was
attired notwithstanding in a most capacious great coat, and
had his chin enveloped in a large speckled shawl, such as
is usually worn by stage coachmen on active service. He
looked very rosy and very stout, especially about the legs,
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which appeared to have been compressed into his top-boots
with some difficulty. His broad-brimmed hat he held un-
der his left arm, and with the forefinger of his right hand
he touched his forehead a great many times, in acknowledg-
ment of my presence.
" I am very glad to see you in such good health, Mr.
Weller," said I.
"Why, thankee Sir," returned Mr. Weller, "the axle
an't broke yet. We keeps up a steady pace — not too se-
were, but vith a moderate degree o' friction — and the con-
sekens is that ve're still a runnin' and comes in to the
time, reg'lar. — My son Samivel, Sir, as you may have read
on in history," added Mr. Weller, introducing his first-
born.
I received Sam very graciously, but before he could say
a word his father struck in again.
"Samivel Veller, Sir," said the old gentleman, "has
con-ferred upon me the ancient title o' grandfather vich
had long laid dormouse, and wos s' posed to be nearly hex-
tinct in our family. Sammy, relate a anecdote o' vun o'
them boys — that 'ere little anecdote about young Tony say-
in' as he vould smoke a pipe unbeknown to his mother."
" Be quiet, can't you? " said Sam, " I never see such a
old magpie — never ! "
"That 'ere Tony is the blessedest boy — " said Mr.
Weller, heedless of this rebuff, " the blessedest boy as ever
/ see in my days ! of all the charmin'est infants as ever I
heerd tell on, includin' them as was kivered over by the
robin- redbreasts arter they'd committed sooicide with black-
berries, there never wos any like that 'ere little Tony.
He's alvays a playin' vith a quart pot, that boy is! To
see him a settin' down on the doorstep pretending to drink
out of it, and fetching a long breath artervards, and smok-
ing a bit of fire-vood and sayin', ' Now I'm grandfather ' — to
see him a doiu' that at two year old is better than any play
as wos ever wrote. f Now I'm grandfather ! ' He wouldn't
take a pint pot if you wos to make him a present on it, but
he gets his quart and then he says, 'Now I'm grandfather !' "
Mr. Weller was so overpowered by this picture that he
straightway fell into a most alarming fit of coughing, which
must certainly have been attended with some fatal result
but for the dexterity and promptitude of Sam, who taking
a firm grasp of the shawl just under his father's chin shook
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him to and fro with great violence, at the same time admin-
istering some smart blows between his shoulders. By this
curious mode of treatment Mr. Weller was finally recov-
ered, but with a very crimson face and in a state of great
exhaustion.
"He'll do now, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, who had been
in some alarm himself.
" He'll do, Sir ! " cried Sam, looking reproachfully at his
parent. " Yes, he will do one o' these days — he'll do for
his-self and then he'll wish he hadn't. Did anybody ever
see sich a inconsiderate old file, — laughing into conwulsions
afore company, and stamping on the floor as if he'd brought
his own carpet vith him and wos under a wager to punch
the pattern out in a given time? He'll begin again in a
minute. There — he's a-goin' off — I said he would ! "
In fact, Mr. Weller, whose mind was still running upon
his precocious grandson, was seen to shake his head from
side to side, while a laugh, working like an earthquake,
below the surface, produced various extraordinary appear-
ances in his face, chest, and shoulders, — the more alarming
because unaccompanied by any noise whatever. These
emotions, however, gradually subsided, and after three or
four short relapses he wiped his eyes with the cuff of his
coat, and looked about him with tolerable composure.
" Afore the governor vith-draws," said Mr. Weller, " there
is a pint, respecting vich Sammy has a qvestion to ask.
Vile that qvestion is a perwadin this here conwersation,
p'raps the genl'men vill permit me to re-tire."
" Wot are you goin' away for? " demanded Sam, seizing
his father by the coat-tail.
"I never see such a undootiful boy as you, Samivel," re-
turned Mr. Weller. "Didn't you make a solemn promise,
amountin' almost to a speeches o' wow, that you'd put that
'ere qvestion on my account? "
"Well, I'm agreeable to do it," said Sam, "but not if
you go cuttin' away like that, as the bull turned round and
mildly observed to the drover ven they wos a goadin' him
into the butcher's door. The fact is, Sir," said Sam, ad-
dressing me, " that he wants to know somethin' respectin'
that 'ere lady as is housekeeper here."
" Ay. What is that? "
"Vy, Sir," said Sam, grinning still more, "he wishes to
know vether she "
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"In short," interposed old Mr. Weller decisively, a per-
spiration breaking out upon his forehead, " vether that 'ere
old creetur is or is not a widder."
Mr. Pickwick laughed heartily and so did I, as I replied
decisively that "my housekeeper was a spinster."
"There!" cried Sam, "now you're satisfied. You hear
she's a spinster."
" A wot? " said his father, with deep scorn.
"A spinster," replied Sam.
Mr. Weller looked very hard at his son for a minute or
two, and then said,
" Never mind vether she makes jokes or not, that's no
matter. Wot I say is, is that 'ere female a widder, or is
she not? "
" Wot do you mean by her making jokes? " demanded
Sam, quite aghast at the obscurity of his parent's speech.
"Never you mind, Sarnivel," returned Mr. Weller
gravely; "puns may be wery good things or they may be
wery bad 'uns, and a female may be none the better or she
may be none the vurse for making of 'em; that's got
nothing to do vith widders."
"Wy now," said Sam, looking round, "would anybody
believe as a man at his time o' life could be running his
head agin spinsters and punsters being the same thing? "
"There an't a straw's difference between 'em," said Mr.
Weller. " Your father didn't drive a coach for so many
years, not to be ekal to his own langvidge as far as that
goes, Sammy."
Avoiding the question of etymology, upon which the old
gentleman's mind was quite made up, he was several times
assured that the housekeeper had never been married. He
expressed great satisfaction on hearing this, and apologised
for the question, remarking that he had been greatly terri-
fied by a widow not long before and that his natural tim-
idity was increased in consequence.
"It wos on the rail," said Mr. Weller, with strong em-
phasis; "I wos a goiii' down to Birmingham by the rail,
and I wos locked up in a close carriage vith a living wid-
der. Alone we wos; the widder and me wos alone; and I
believe it wos only because we wos alone and there wos no
clergyman in the conwayance, that that 'ere widder didn't
marry me afore ve reached the half-way station. Ven I
think how she began a screaming as we wos a goin? under
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them tunnels in the dark — how she kept on a faintiu' and
ketehin' hold o' me — and how I tried to bust open the door
as was tight-locked and perwented all escape — Ah ! It was
a awful thing, most awful ! "
Mr. Weller was so very much overcome by this retrospect
that he was unable, until he had wiped his brow several
times, to return any reply to the question whether he ap-
proved of railway communication, notwithstanding that it
would appear from the answer which he ultimately gave,
that he entertained strong opinions on the subject.
"I con-sider," said Mr. Weller, "that the rail is uncon-
stitootional and an inwaser o' priwileges, and I should wery
much like to know what that 'ere old Carter as once stood
up for our liberties and wun 'em too — I should like to know
wot he vould say if he wos alive now, to Englishmen being
locked up with widders, or with anybody, again their wills.
Wot a old Carter would have said, a old Coachman may
say, and I as-sert that in that pint o' view alone, the rail
is an inwaser. As to the comfort, vere's the comfort o'
sittin' in a harm-cheer lookin' at brick walls or heaps o'
mud, never comin' to a public-house, never seein' a glass
o' ale, never goin' through a pike, never meetin' a change
o' no kind (horses or othervise), but alvays comin' to a
place, ven you come to one at all, the wery picter o' the
last, vith the same p'leesemen standing about, the same
blessed old bell a ringin', the same unfort'nate people
standing behind the bars, a waitin' to be let in; and every-
thin' the same except the name, vich is wrote up in the
same sized letters as the last name and vith the same col-
ours. As to the Aonoiir and dignity o' travelling vere can
that be vithout a coachman; and wot's the rail to sich
coachmen and guards as is sometimes forced to go by it,
but a outrage and a insult? As to the pace, wot sort o'
pace do you think I, Tony Veller, could have kept a coach
goin' at, for five hundred thousand pound a mile, paid in
adwance afore the coach was on the road? And as to the
ingein — a nasty, wheezin', creakin', gaspin', puffin', bustin'
monster, alvays out o' breath, vith a shiny green-and-gold
back, like a unpleasant beetle in that 'ere gas magnifier —
as to the ingein as is alvays a pourin' out red-hot coals at
night, and black smoke in the day, the sensiblest thing it
does in my opinion, is, ven there's some thin' in the vay
and it sets up that 'ere frightful scream vich seems to say,
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'Now here's two hundred and forty passengers in the wery
greatest extremity o' danger, and here's their two hundred
and forty screams in vun ! ' '
By this time I began to fear that my friends would be
rendered impatient by my protracted absence. I therefore
begged Mr. Pickwick to accompany me up stairs, and left
the two Mr. Wellers in the care of the housekeeper, lay-
ing strict injunctions upon her to treat them with all possi-
ble hospitality.
THE CLOCK.
As we were going up stairs, Mr. Pickwick put on his
spectacles which he had held in his hand hitherto; arranged
his neckerchief, smoothed down his waistcoat, and made
many other little preparations of that kind which men are
accustomed to be mindful of, when they are going among
strangers for the first time and are anxious to impress them
pleasantly. Seeing that I smiled, he smiled too, and said
that if it had occurred to him before he left home, he
would certainly have presented himself in pumps and silk
stockings.
"I would indeed, my dear Sir," he said very seriously;
" I would have shown my respect for the society, by laying
aside my gaiters."
" You may rest assured," said I, "that they would have
regretted your doing so, very much, for they are quite at-
tached to them."
" No, really ! " cried Mr. Pickwick, with manifest pleas-
ure. "Do you think they care about my gaiters? Do
you seriously think that they identify me at all with my
gaiters? "
" I am sure they do," I replied.
"Well now," said Mr. Pickwick, "that is one of the
most charming and agreeable circumstances that could pos-
sibly have occurred to me ! "
I should not have written down this short conversation,
but that it developed a slight point in Mr. Pickwick's char-
acter, with which I was not previously acquainted. He
has a secret pride in his legs. The manner in which he
spoke, and the accompanying glance he bestowed upon his
tights, convince me that Mr. Pickwick regards his legs with
much innocent vanity.
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" But here are our friends," said I, opening the door and
taking his arm in mine; "let them speak for themselves.
— Gentlemen, I present to you Mr. Pickwick."
Mr. Pickwick and I must have been a good contrast just
then. I, leaning quietly on my crutch-stick with some-
thing of a careworn, patient air; he, having hold of my
arm, and bowing in every direction with the most elastic
politeness, and an expression of face whose sprightly cheer-
fulness and good-humour knew no bounds. The difference
between us must have been more striking yet as we ad-
vanced towards the table, and the amiable gentleman,
adapting his jocund step to my poor tread, had his atten-
tion divided between treating my infirmities with the ut-
most consideration, and affecting to be wholly unconscious
that I required any.
I made him personally known to each of my friends in
turn. First, to the deaf gentleman, whom he regarded
with much interest, and accosted with great frankness and
cordiality. He had evidently some vague idea, at the mo-
ment, that my friend being deaf must be dumb also; for
when the latter opened his lips to express the pleasure it
afforded him to know a gentleman of whom he had heard
so much, Mr. Pickwick was so extremely disconcerted, that
I was obliged to step in to his relief.
His meeting with Jack Redburn was quite a treat to see.
Mr. Pickwick smiled, and shook hands, and looked at him
through his spectacles, and under them, and over them, and
nodded his head approvingly, and then nodded to me, as
much as to say, " This is just the man ; you were quite
right," and then turned to Jack and said a few hearty
words, and then did and said everything over again with
unimpaired vivacity. As to Jack himself, he was quite as
much delighted with Mr. Pickwick as Mr. Pickwick could
possibly be with him. Two people never can have met to-
gether since the world began, who exchanged a warmer or
more enthusiastic greeting.
It was amusing to observe the difference between this en-
counter and that which succeeded, between Mr. Pickwick
and Mr. Miles. It was clear that the latter gentleman
viewed our new member as a kind of rival in the affections
of Jack Redburn, and besides this, he had more than once
hinted to me, in secret, that although he had no doubt Mr.
Pickwick was a very worthy man, still he did consider that
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 77
some of his exploits were unbecoming a gentleman of his
years and gravity. Over and above these grounds of dis-
trust, it is one of his fixed opinions that the law never can
by possibility do anything wrong; he therefore looks upon
Mr. Pickwick as one who has justly suffered in purse and
peace for a breach of his plighted faith to an unprotected
female, and holds that he* is called upon to regard him with
some suspicion on that account. These causes led to a
rather cold and formal reception; which Mr. Pickwick ac-
knowledged with the same stateliness and intense politeness
as was displayed on the other side. Indeed he assumed an
air of such majestic defiance that I was fearful he might
break out into some solemn protest or declaration, and there-
fore inducted him into his chair without a moment's delay.
This piece of generalship was perfectly successful. The
instant he took his seat, Mr. Pickwick surveyed us all with
a most benevolent aspect, and was taken with a fit of smil-
ing full five minutes long. His interest in our ceremonies
was immense. They are not very numerous or complicated,
and a description of them may be comprised in very few
words. As our transactions have already been, and must
necessarily continue to be, more or less anticipated by being
presented in these pages at different times, and under vari-
ous forms, they do not require a detailed account.
Our first proceeding when Ave are assembled is to shake
hands all round, and greet each other with cheerful and
pleasant looks. Remembering that we assemble, not only
for the promotion of our own happiness, but with the view
of adding something to the common stock, an air of lan-
guor or indifference in any member of our body would be
regarded by the others as a kind of treason. We have
never had an offender in this respect; but if we had, there
is no doubt that he would be taken to task pretty severely.
Our salutation over, the venerable piece of antiquity
from which we take our name is wound up in silence. This
ceremony is always performed by Master Humphrey him-
self (in treating of the club, I may be permitted to assume
the historical style, and speak of myself in the third per-
son), who mounts upon a chair for the purpose, armed with
a large key. While it is in progress, Jack Redburn is re-
quired to keep at the further end of the room under the
guardianship of Mr. Miles, for he is known to entertain
certain aspiring and unhallowed thoughts connected with
78 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
the Clock, and has even gone so far as to state that if he
might take the works out for a day or two, he thinks he
could improve them. We pardon him his presumption in
consideration of his good intentions, and his keeping this
respectful distance, which last penalty is insisted on, lest
V>y secretly wounding the object of our regard in some ten-
der part, in the ardour of his zeal for its improvement, he
should fill us all with dismay and consternation.
This regulation afforded Mr. Pickwick the highest de-
light, and seemed, if possible, to exalt Jack in his good
opinion.
The next ceremony is the opening of the clock-case (of
which Master Humphrey has likewise the key), the taking
from it as many papers as will furnish forth our evening' <?
entertainment, and arranging in the recess such new con-
tributions as have been provided since our last meeting.
This is always done with peculiar solemnity. The deaf
gentleman then fills and lights his pipe, and we once more
take our seats round the table before mentioned, Master
Humphrey acting as president — if we can be said to have
any president, where all are on the same social footing — and
our friend Jack as secretary. Our preliminaries being now
concluded, we fall into any train of conversation that hap-
pens to suggest itself, or proceed immediately to one of our
readings. In the latter case, the paper selected is con-
signed to Master Humphrey, who flattens it carefully on
the table and makes dog's ears in the corner of every page,
ready for turning over easily; Jack Redburn trims the lamp
with a small machine of his own invention, which usually
puts it out; Mr. Miles looks on with great approval not-
withstanding; the deaf gentleman draws in his chair, so
that he can follow the words on the paper or on Master
Humphrey's lips, as he pleases; and Master Humphrey
himself, looking round with mighty gratification and glan-
cing up at his old clock, begins to read aloud.
Mr. Pickwick's face while his tale was being read would
have attracted the attention of the dullest man alive. The
complacent motion of his head and forefinger as he gently
beat time and corrected the air with imaginary punctua-
tion, the smile that mantled on his features at every jocose
passage and the sly look he stole around to observe its
effect, the calm manner in which he shut his eyes and lis-
tened when there was some little piece of description, the
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changing expression with which he acted the dialogue to him-
self, his agony that the deaf gentleman should know what
it was all about, and his extraordinary anxiety to correct
the reader when he hesitated at a word in the manuscript
or substituted a wrong one, were alike worthy of remark.
And when at last, after endeavouring to communicate
with the deaf gentleman by means of the finger alphabet,
with which he constructed such words as are unknown in
any civilised or savage language, he took up a slate and
wrote in large text, one word in a line, the question, " How
— do — you — like — it? " — when he did this, and handing it
over the table awaited the reply, with a countenance only
brightened and improved by his great excitement, even Mr.
Miles relaxed, and could not forbear looking at him for the
moment with interest and favour.
"It has occurred to me," said the deaf gentleman, who
had watched Mr. Pickwick and everybody else with silent
satisfaction, "it has occurred to me," said the deaf gentle-
man, taking his pipe from his lips, " that now is our time
for filling our only empty chair."
As our conversation had naturally turned upon the vacant
seat, we lent a willing ear to this remark, and looked at
our friend inquiringly.
" I feel sure," said he, " that Mr. Pickwick must be ac-
quainted with somebody who would be an acquisition to
us; that he must know the man we want. Pray let us not
lose any time, but set this question at rest. Is it so, Mr.
Pickwick? "
The gentleman addressed was about to return a verbal
reply, but remembering our friend's infirmity he substituted
for this kind of answer some fifty nods. Then taking up
the slate and printing on it a gigantic " Yes," he handed it
across the table, and rubbing his hands as he looked round
upon our faces, protested that he and the deaf gentleman
quite understood each other, already.
"The person I have in my mind," said Mr. Pickwick,
" and whom I should not have presumed to mention to you
until some time hence, but for the opportunity you have
given me, is a very strange old man. His name is Bam-
ber."
" Bamber ! " said Jack, " I have certainly heard the name
before."
"I have no doubt then," returned Mr. Pickwick, "that
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you remember him in those adventures of mine (the Post-
humous Papers of our old club, I mean) although he is
only incidentally mentioned; and, if I remember right, ap-
pears but once."
"That's it," said Jack. "Let me see. He is the person
who has a grave interest in old mouldy chambers and the
Inns of Court, and who relates some anecdotes having ref-
erence to his favourite theme — and an odd ghost story — is
that the man? "
"The very same. Now," said Mr. Pickwick, lowering
his voice to a mysterious and confidential tone, " he is a
very extraordinary and remarkable person; living, and
talking, and looking, like some strange spirit, whose de-
light is to haunt old buildings; and absorbed in that one
subject which you have just mentioned, to an extent which
is quite wonderful. When I retired into private life, I
sought him out, and I do assure you that the more I see of
him, the more strongly I am impressed with the strange
and dreamy character of his mind."
"Where does he live?" I inquired.
"He lives," said Mr. Pickwick, "in one of those dull,
lonely old places with which his thoughts and stories are
all connected; quite alone, and often shut up close for sev-
eral weeks together. In this dusty solitude he broods upon
the fancies he has so long indulged, and when he goes into
the world, or anybody from the world without goes to see
him, they are still present to his mind and still his favour-
ite topic. I may say, I believe, that he has brought him-
self to entertain a regard for me, and an interest in my
visit; feelings which I am certain he would extend to Mas-
ter Humphrey's Clock if he were once tempted to join us.
All I wish you to understand is, that he is a strange se-
cluded visionary, in the world but not of it; and as unlike
anybody here as he is unlike anybody elsewhere that ever
I have met or known."
Mr. Miles received this account of our proposed compan-
ion with rather a wry face, and after murmuring that per-
haps he was a little mad, inquired if he were rich.
"I never asked him," said Mr. Pickwick.
" You might know, Sir, for all that," retorted Mr. Miles,
sharply.
"Perhaps so, Sir," said Mr. Pickwick, no less sharply
than the other, "but I do not. Indeed," he added, relnps-
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. &
ing into his usual mildness, " I have no means of judging.
He lives poorly, but that would seem to be in keeping with
his character. I never heard him allude to his circum-
stances, and never fell into the society of any man who had
the slightest acquaintance with them. I really have told
you all I know about him, and it rests with you to say
whether you wish to know more, or know quite enough
already."
We were unanimously of opinion that we would seek to
know more; and as a sort of compromise with Mr. Miles
(who, although he said " Yes — Oh certainly — he should
like to know more about the gentleman — he had no right
to put himself in opposition to the general wish — " and so
forth, shook his head doubtfully and hemmed several times
with peculiar gravity), it was arranged that Mr. Pickwick
should carry me with him on an evening visit to the sub-
ject of our discussion, for which purpose an early appoint-
ment between that gentleman and myself was immediately
agreed upon ; it being understood that I was to act upon my
own responsibility, and invite him to join us, or not, as I
might think proper. This solemn question determined, we
returned to the clock-case (where we have been forestalled
by the reader), and between its contents, and the conversa-
tion they occasioned, the remainder of our time passed very
quickly.
When we broke up, Mr. Pickwick took me aside to tell
me that he had spent a most charming and delightful even-
ing. Having made this communication with an air of the
strictest secrecy, he took Jack Eedburn into another corner
to tell him the same, and then retired into another corner
with the deaf gentleman and the slate, to repeat the assur-
ance. It was amusing to observe the contest in his mind
whether he should extend his confidence to Mr. Miles, or
treat him with dignified reserve. Half-a-dozen times he
stepped up behind him with a friendly air, and as often
stepped back again without saying a word; at last, when
he was close at that gentleman's ear and upon the very
point of whispering something conciliating and agreeable,
Mr. Miles happened suddenly to turn his head, upon which
Mr. Pickwick skipped away, and said with some fierceness,
" Good night, Sir — I was about to say good night, Sir —
nothing more;" and so made a bow and left him.
" Now, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, when he got down stairs.
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82 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
"All right, Sir," replied Mr. Weller. "Hold hard, Sir.
Eight arm fust — now the left — now one strong couwulsion,
and the greatcoat's on, Sir."
Mr. Pickwick acted upon these directions, and being
further assisted by Sam who pulled at one side of the col-
lar, and the elder'Mr. Weller who pulled hard at the other,
was speedily enrobed. Mr. Weller senior then produced a
full-sized stable lantern, which he had carefully deposited
in a remote corner, on his arrival, and inquired whether Mr.
Pickwick would have " the lamps alight. "
"I think not to-night," said Mr. Pickwick.
"Then if this here lady vill per-mit," rejoined Mrt Wel-
ler, " we'll leave it here, ready for next journey. This here
lantern, mum," said Mr. Weller, handing it to the house-
keeper, " vunce belonged to the celebrated Bill Blinder as
is now at grass, as all on us vill be in our turns. Bill,
mum, wos the hostler as had charge o' them two veil-
known piebald leaders that run in the Bristol fast coach,
and vould never go to no other tune but a sutherly vind
and a cloudy sky, which wos consekvently played incessant,
by the guard, wenever they wos on duty. He wos took
wery bad one arternoon, arter having been off his feed, and
wery shaky on his legs for some veeks; and he says to
his mate, ' Matey,' he says, ' I think I'm a-goin' the wrong
side o' the post, and that my foot's wery near the bucket.
Don't say I an't,' he says, ' for I know I am, and don't let
me be interrupted,' he says, ' for I've saved a little money,
and I'm a-goin' into the stable to make my last vill and
testymint.' ' I'll take care as nobody interrupts,' says this
mate, ' but you on'y hold up your head, and shake your
ears a bit, and you're good for twenty year to come.' Bill
Blinder makes him no answer, but he goes avay into the
stable, and there he soon arter vards lays himself down
a'tween the two piebalds, and dies, — previously a-writin'
outside the corn-chest, ' This is the last vill and testymint
of Villiam Blinder.' They wos nat' rally wery much
amazed at this, and arter looking among the litter, and up
in the loft, and vere not, they opens the corn-chest, and
finds that he'd been and chalked his vill inside the lid; so
the lid wos obligated to be took off the hinges, and sent up
to Doctor Commons to be proved, and under that 'ere wery
instrument this here lantern was passed to Tony Veller;
vich circumstarnce, mum, gives it a wally in my eyes, and
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makes me rek-vest, if you vill be so kind, as to take par-
tickler care oft it."
The housekeeper graciously promised to keep the object
of Mr. Weller's regard in the safest possible custody, and
Mr. Pickwick, with a laughing face, took his leave. The
body-guard followed, side by side: old Mr. Weller but-
toned and wrapped up from his boots to his chin; and Sam
with his hands in his pockets and his hat half off his head,
remonstrating with his father as he went, on his extreme
loquacity.
I was not a little surprised, on turning to go up stairs, to
encounter the barber in the passage at that late hour; for
his attendance is usually confined to some half-hour in the
morning. But Jack Eedburn, who finds out (by instinct, I
think) everything that happens in the house, informed me
with great glee, that a society in imitation of our own had
been that night formed in the kitchen, under the title of
"Mr. Weller's Watch," of which the barber was a member;
and that he could pledge himself to find means of making
me acquainted with the whole of its future proceedings,
which I begged him, both on my own account and that of
my readers, by no means to neglect doing.
ME. WELLEE'S WATCH.
IT seems that the housekeeper and the two Mr. Wellers
were no sooner left together on the occasion of their first
becoming acquainted, than the housekeeper called to her
assistance Mr. Slithers the barber, who had been lurking
in the kitchen in expectation of her summons; and with
many smiles and much sweetness introduced him as one
who would assist her in the responsible office of entertain-
ing her distinguished visitors.
" Indeed," said she, " without Mr. Slithers I should have
been placed in quite an awkward situation."
"There is no call for any hock-erdness, mum," said Mr.
Weller with the utmost politeness; "no call wotsumever.
A lady," added the old gentleman, looking about him with
the air of one who establishes an incontrovertible position,
"a lady can't be hock'erd. Natur has otherwise pur-
wided."
The housekeeper inclined her head and smiled yet more
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sweetly. The barber, who had been fluttering about Mr.
Weller and Sam in a state of great anxiety to, improve their
acquaintance, rubbed his hands and cried, "Hear! hear!
Very true, Sir; " whereupon Sam turned about and steadily
regarded him for some seconds in silence.
" I never knew," said Sam, fixing his eyes in a rumina-
tive manner upon the blushing barber, " I never knew but
vun o' your trade, but he wos worth a dozen and wos in-
deed dewoted to his callin' ! "
" Was he in the easy shaving way, Sir," inquired Mr.
Slithers; "or in the cutting and curling line? "
"Both," replied Sam; "easy shavin' was his natur; and
cuttin' and curlin' was his pride and glory. His whole
delight wos in his trade. He spent all his money in bears
and run in debt for 'em besides, and there they wos a
growling avay down in the front cellar all day long, and
ineffectooally gnashing their teeth, vile the grease o' their
relations and friends wos being retailed in gallipots in the
shop above, and the first-floor winder wos ornamented vith
their heads; not to speak o' the dreadful aggrawation it
must have been to 'em to see a man alvays a walkin' up
and down the pavement outside, vith the portrait of a bear
in his last agonies, and underneath in large letters, 'An-
other fine animal wos slaughtered yesterday at Jinkin-
son's!' Hows'ever, there they wos, and there Jinkinson
wos, till he wos took wery ill with some inn'ard disorder,
lost the use of his legs, and wos confined to his bed vere
he laid a wery long time, but sich wos his pride in his pro-
fession even then, that wenever he wos worse than usual
the doctor used to go down stairs and say, ' Jinkinson's
wery low this mornin'; we must give the bears a stir;'
and as sure as ever they stirred 'em up a bit and made 'em
roar, Jinkinson opens his eyes if he wos ever so bad, calls
out, 'There's the bears!' and rewives agin."
" Astonishing ! " cried the barber.
"Not a bit," said Sam, "human natur' neat as imported.
Vun day the doctor happenin' to say, ' I shall look in as
usual to-morrow mornin',' Jinkinson catches hold of his
hand and says, 'Doctor,' he says, ' will you grant me one
favour? ' ' I will, Jinkinson,' says the doctor; ' Then, doc-
tor,' says Jinkinson, ' vill you come unshaved, and let me
shave you? ' ' I will,' says the doctor. ' God bless you,'
says Jinkinson. Next day the doctor came, and arter he'd
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been shaved all skilful and reg'lar, he says, * Jinkinson,'
he says, ' it's wery plain this does you good. Now,' he says,
' I've got a coachman as has got a beard that it 'ud warm
your heart to work on, and though the footman,' he says,
' hasn't got much of a beard, still he's a trying it on vith
a pair o' viskers to that extent that razors is Christian char-
ity. If they take it in turns to mind the carriage when it's
a waitin' below,' he says, ' wot's to hinder you from oper-
atin' on both of 'em ev'ry day as well as upon me? you've
got six children,' he says, ' wot's to hinder you from shav-
in' all their heads and keepin' 'em shaved? you've got two
assistants in the shop down stairs, wot's to hinder you
from cuttin' and curlin' them as often as you like? Do
this,' he says, 'and you're a man agin.' Jinkinsou
squeedged the doctor's hand and begun that wery day; he
kept his tools upon the bed, and wenever he felt his-self
gettin' worse, he turned to at vun o' the children who wos
a runnin' about the house vith heads like clean Dutch
cheeses, and shaved him agin. Vun day the lawyer come
to make his vill; all the time he wos a takin' it down,
Jinkinson was secretly a clippin' avay at his hair vith a
large pair of scissors. ' Wot's that 'ere snippin' noise? '
says the lawyer every now and then, 'it's like a man havin'
his hair cut.' It is wery like a man havin' his hair cut,'
says poor Jinkinson, hidin' the scissors and lookin' quite
innocent. By the time the lawyer found it out, he was
wery nearly bald. Jinkinson wos kept alive in this vay
for a long tinle, but at last vun day he has in all the chil-
dren vun arter another, shaves each on 'em wery clean, and
gives him vun kiss on the crown o' his head; then he has
in the two assistants, and arter cuttin' and curlin' of 'em
in the first style of elegance, says he should like to hear
the woice o' the greasiest bear, vich rekvest is immedetly
complied with; then he says that he feels wery happy in
his mind and vishes to be left alone; and then he dies,
prevously cuttin' his own hair and makin' one flat curl in
the wery middle of his forehead."
This anecdote produced an extraordinary effect, not only
upon Mr. Slithers, but upon the housekeeper also, who
evinced so much anxiety to please and to be pleased, that
Mr. Weller, with a manner betokening some alarm, con-
veyed a whispered inquiry to his son whether he had gone
"too fur."
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" Wot do you mean by too fur? " demanded Sam.
" In that 'ere little compliment respectin' the want of
hock'erdness in ladies, Sammy," replied his father.
" You don't think she's fallen in love with you in conse-
kens o' that, do you? " said Sam.
"More unlikelier things have come to pass, my boy," re-
plied Mr. Weller in a hoarse whisper; "I'm always afeerd
of inadwertent captiwation, Sammy. If I know'd how to
make myself ugly or unpleasant, I'd do it, Samivel, ray-
ther than live in this here state of perpetival terror ! "
Mr. Weller had, at that time, no further opportunity of
dwelling upon the apprehensions which beset his mind, for
the immediate occasion of his fears proceeded to lead the
way down stairs, apologising as they went for conducting
him into the kitchen, which apartment, however, she was
induced to proffer for his accommodation in preference to
her own little room, the rather as it afforded greater facili-
ties for smoking, and was immediately adjoining the ale-
cellar. The preparations which were already made suffi-
ciently proved that these were not mere words of course, for
on the deal table were a sturdy ale-jug and glasses, flanked
with clean pipes and a plentiful supply of tobacco for the
old gentleman and his son, while on a dresser hard by was
goodly store of cold meat and other eatables. At sight of
these arrangements Mr. Weller was at first distracted be-
tween his love of joviality and his doubts whether they were
not to be considered as so many evidences of captivation
having already taken place; but he soon yielded to his nat-
ural impulse, and took his seat at the table with a very jolly
countenance.
"As to imbibin' any o' this here flagrant veed, mum,
in the presence of a lady," said Mr. Weller, taking up a
pipe and laying it down again, " it couldn't be. Samivel,
total abstinence, if you please."
"But I like it of all things," said the housekeeper.
"No," rejoined Mr. Weller, shaking his head. "No."
"Upon my word I do," said the housekeeper. "Mr.
Slithers knows I do."
Mr. Weller coughed, and notwithstanding the barber's
confirmation of the statement, said " No" again, but more
feebly than before. The housekeeper lighted a piece of
paper and insisted on applying it to the bowl of the pipe
with her own fair hands; Mr. Weller resisted; the house-
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 87
keeper cried that her fingers would be burnt; Mr. Weller
gave way. The pipe was ignited, Mr. Weller drew a long
puff of smoke, and detecting himself in the very act of
smiling on the housekeeper, put a sudden constraint upon
his countenance and looked sternly at the candle, with a
determination not to captivate, himself, or encourage
thoughts of captivation in others. From this iron frame of
mind he was roused by the voice of his son.
"I don't think," said Sam, who was smoking with great
composure and enjoyment, " that if the lady wos agreeable,
it 'ud be wery far out o' the vay for us four to make up a
club of our own like the governors does up stairs, and let
him," Sam pointed with the stem of his pipe towards his
parent, " be the president. "
The housekeeper affably declared that it was the very
thing she had been thinking of. The barber said the same.
Mr. Weller said nothing, but he laid down his pipe as if in
a fit of inspiration, and performed the following manoeuvres.
Unbuttoning the three lower buttons of his waistcoat,
and pausing for a moment to enjoy the easy flow of breath
consequent upon this process, he laid violent hands upon
his watch-chain, and slowly and with extreme difficulty
drew from his fob an immense double-cased silver watch,
which brought the lining of the pocket with it and was no
to be disentangled but by great exertions and an amazing
redness of face. Having fairly got it out at last, he de-
tached the outer case and wound it up with a key of corre-
sponding magnitude; then put the case on again, and hav-
ing applied the watch to his ear to ascertain that it was
still going, gave it some half-dozen hard knocks on the
table to improve its performance.
"That," said Mr. Weller, laying it on the table with its
face upwards, " is the title and emblem o' this here society.
Sammy, reach them two stools this vay for the wacant
cheers. Ladies and gen'lmen, Mr. Weller's Watch is
vound up and now a goin'. Order! "
By way of enforcing this proclamation, Mr. Weller,
using the watch after the manner of a president's hammer,
and remarking with great pride that nothing hurt it, and
that falls and concussions of all kinds materially enhanced
the excellence of the works and assisted the regulator,
knocked the table a great many times and declared the as-
sociation formally constituted.
88 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
" And don't let's have no grinnin' at the cheer, Samivel,"
said Mr. Weller to his son, " or I shall be committin' you
to the cellar, and then p'r'aps we may get into what the
'Merrikins call a fix, and the English a qvestion o' privi-
leges."
Having uttered this friendly caution, the president set-
tled himself in his chair with great dignity, and requested
that Mr. Samuel would relate an anecdote.
"I've told one," said Sam.
" Wery good, Sir; tell another," returned the chair.
"We wos a talking jist now, Sir," said Sam, turning to
Slithers, " about barbers. Pursuing that 'ere fruitful theme,
Sir, I'll tell you in a wery few words a romantic little story
about another barber, as p'r'aps you may never have heerd."
" Samivel ! " said Mr. Weller, again bringing his watch
and the table into smart collision, " address your obserwa-
tions to the cheer, Sir, and not to priwate indiwiduals ! "
"And if I might rise to order," said the barber in a soft
voice, and looking round him with a conciliatory smile as
he leant over the table with the knuckles of his left hand
resting upon it, " if I might rise to order, I would suggest
that ' barbers ' is not exactly the kind of language which is
agreeable and soothing to our feelings. You, Sir, will cor-
rect me if I'm wrong, but I believe there is such a word in
the dictionary as hairdressers."
" Well, but suppose he wasn't a hairdresser," suggested
Sam.
" Wy then, Sir, be parliamentary, and call him vun all
the more," returned his father. " In the same vay as ev'ry
gen'lman in another place is a Aonourable, ev'ry barber in
this place is a hairdresser. Ven you read the speeches in
the papers, and see as vun gen'lman says of another, ' the
honourable member, if he vill allow me to call him so, ' you
vill understand, Sir, that that means, ' if he vill allow me
to keep up that 'ere pleasant and uniwersal fiction.' '
It is a common remark, ronfirmed by history and experi-
ence, that' great men rise with the circumstances in which
they are placed. Mr. Weller came out so strong in his
capacity of chairman, that Sam was for some time prevented
from speaking by a grin of surprise, which held his facul-
ties enchained, and at last subsided in a long whistle of a
single note. Nay, the old gentleman appeared even to
have astonished himself, and that to no small extent, as
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 39
was demonstrated by the vast amount of chuckling in which
he indulged after the utterance of these lucid remarks.
"Here's the story," said Sam. "Vunce upon a time
there wos a young hairdresser as opened a wery smart little
shop vith four wax dummies in the winder, two gen'lmen
and two ladies — the gen'lmen vith blue dots for their
beards, wery large viskers, oudacious heads of hair, uncom-
mon clear eyes, and nostrils of amazin' pinkness — the la-
dies vith their heads o' one side, their right forefingers on
their lips, and their forms deweloped beautiful, in vich
last respect they had the adwantage over the gen'lmen, as
wasn't allowed but wery little shoulder and terminated
rayther abrupt in fancy drapery. He had also a many
hair-brushes and tooth-brushes bottled up in the winder,
neat glass-cases on the counter, a floor-clothed cuttin'-room
up-stairs, and a weighin'-macheen in the shop, right op-
posite the door; but the great attraction and ornament wos
the dummies, which this here young hairdresser wos con-
stantly a runnin' out in the road to look at, and constantly
a runnin' in agin to touch up and polish; in short he wos
so proud on 'em that ven Sunday come, he wos always
wretched and mis'rable to think they wos behind the shut-
ters, and looked anxiously for Monday on that account.
Vun o' these dummies wos a fav'rite vith him beyond the
others; and ven any of his acquaintance asked him wy he
didn't get married — as the young ladies he know'd, in par-
tickler, often did — he used to say, ' Never ! I never^vill
enter into the bonds of vedlock,' he says, 'until I meet vith
a young 'ooman as realizes my idea o' that 'ere fairest
dummy vith the light hair. Then and not till then,' he
says, ' I vill approach the altar ! ' All the young ladies he
know'd as had got dark hair told him this was wery sinful,
and that he wos wurshippin' a idle; but them as wos at all
near the same shade as the dummy coloured up wery much,
and wos observed to think him a wery nice young man."
"Samivel," said Mr. Weller, gravely; "a. member of
this associashun bein one o' that ere tender sex which is
now immedetly referred to, I have to rekvest that you
vill make no reflexions."
" I ain't a makin' any, am I? " inquired Sam.
"Order, Sir!" rejoined Mr. Weller, with severe dignity;
then sinking the chairman in the father, he added in his
usual tone of voice, " Samivel, drive on! "
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Sam interchanged a smile with the housekeeper, and
proceeded :
"The young hairdresser hadn't been in the habit o'
makin' this avowal above six months, ven he en-countered
a young lady as wos the wery picter o' the fairest dummy.
' Now,' he says, ' it's all up. I am a slave! ' The young
lady wos not only the picter o' the fairest dummy, but she
was very romantic, as the young hairdresser wos too, and
he says, 'Oh!' he says, 'here's a community o' feelin',
here's a flow o' soul ! ' he says, ' here's a interchange o'
sentiment!' The young lady didn't say much, o' course,
but she expressed herself agreeable, and shortly artervards
vent to see him vith a mutual friend. The hairdresser
rushes out to meet her, but d'rectly she sees the dummies
she changes colour and falls a tremblin' wiolently. ' Look
up, my love,' says the hairdresser, 'behold your imige in
my winder, but not correcter than in my art ! ' ' My
imige ! ' she says. ' Yourn ! ' replies the hairdresser. ' But
whose imige is that?' she says, a pinting at vun o' the
gen'lmen. ' No vun's, my love,' he says, ' it is but a idea.'
' A idea! ' she cries, ' it is a portrait, I feel it is a portrait,
and that 'ere noble face must be in the milingtary ! ' ' Wot
do I hear ! ' says he, a crumplin' his curls. ' Villiam
Gibbs,' she says, quite firm, ' never renoo the subject. I
respect you as a friend,' she says, ' but my affections is set
upon that manly brow.' 'This,' says the hairdresser, 'is
a reg'lar blight, and in it I perceive the hand of Fate.
Fartfvell ! ' Vith these vords he rushes into the shop, breaks
the dummy's nose vith a blow of his curlin'-irons, melts
him down at the parlour fire, and never smiles artervards."
"The young lady, Mr. Weller? " said the housekeeper.
"Why, ma'am," said Sam, "finding that Fate had a
spite agin her and everybody she come into contact vith,
she never smiled neither, but read a deal o' poetry and
pined avay — by rayther slow degrees, for she an't dead
yet. It took a deal o' poetry to kill the hairdresser, and
some people say arter all that it was more the gin and wa-
ter as caused him to be run over; p'r'aps it was a little o'
both, and came o' mixing the two."
The barber declared that Mr. Weller had related one of
the most interesting stories that had ever come within his
knowledge, in which opinion the housekeeper entirely con-
curred.
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 91
" Are you a married man, Sir? " inquired Sam. '
The barber replied that lie had not that honor.
"I s'pose you mean to be? " said Sam.
" Well," replied the barber, rubbing his hands smirk-
ingly, "I don't know, I don't think it's very likely."
"That's a bad sign," said Sam; "if you'd said you
meant to be vun o' these days, I should ha' looked upon
you as bein' safe. You're in a wery precarious state."
" I am not conscious of any danger, at all events," re-
turned the barber.
"No more wos I, Sir," said the elder Mr. Weller, inter-
posing, "those vere my symptoms exactly. I've been took
that vay twice. Keep your vether eye open, my friend,
or you're gone."
There was something so very solemn about this admoni-
tion, both in its matter and manner, and also in the way in
which Mr. Weller still kept his eye fixed upon the unsus-
pecting victim, that nobody cared to speak for some little
time, and might not have cared to do so for some time
longer, if the housekeeper had not happened to sigh, which
called off the old gentleman's attention and gave rise to a
gallant inquiry whether " there wos anythin' wery piercin'
in that 'ere little heart? "
" Dear me, Mr. Weller ! " said the housekeeper, laughing.
" No, but is there anythin' as agitates it? " pursued the
old gentleman. " Has it always been obderrate, always op-
posed to the happiness o' human creeturs? Eh? Has it? "
At this critical juncture for her blushes and confusion,
the housekeeper discovered that more ale was wanted, and
hastily withdrew into the cellar to draw the same, followed
by the barber, who insisted on carrying the candle. Hav-
ing looked after her with a very complacent expression of
face, and after him with some disdain, Mr. Weller caused
his glance to travel slowly round the kitchen until at length
it rested on his son.
"Sammy," said Mr. Weller, "I mistrust that barber."
"Wot for?" returned Sam; "wot's he got to do with
you? You're a nice man, you are, arter pretendin' all
kinds o' terror, to go a payin' compliments and talkin'
about hearts and piercers."
The imputation of gallantry appeared to afford Mr. Wel-
ler the utmost delight, for he replied in a voice choked by
suppressed laughter and with the tears in his eyes,
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1'Wos I a talkin' about hearts and piercers — wos I
though, Sammy, eh?"
"Wos you? of course you wos."
" She don't know no better, Sammy, there an't no harm
in it, — no danger, Sammy; she's only a punster. She
seemed pleased though, didn't she? 0' course she wos
pleased, it's nat'ral she should be, wery nat'ral."
"He's wain of it!" exclaimed Sam, joining in his fa-
ther's mirth. " He's actually wain ! "
" Hush ! " replied Mr. Weller, composing his features,
" they're a comin' back, the little heart's a comin' back.
But mark these wurds o' mine once more, and remember
'em ven your father says he said 'em. Samivel, I mistrust
that 'ere deceitful barber."
MASTER HUMPHREY FROM HIS CLOCK-SIDE
IN THE CHIMNEY-CORNER.
Two or three evenings after the institution of Mr. Wel-
ler's Watch, I thought I heard as I walked in the garden
the voice of Mr. Weller himself at no great distance; and
stopping once or twice to listen more attentively, I found
that the sounds proceeded from my housekeeper's little sit-
ting-room, which is at the back of the house. I took no
further notice of the circumstance at that time, but it
formed the subject of a conversation between me and my
friend Jack Redburn next morning, when I found that I
had not been deceived in my impression. Jack furnished
me with the following particulars; and as he appeared to
take extraordinary pleasure in relating them, I have begged
him in future to jot down any such domestic scenes or oc-
currences that may please his humour, in order that they
may be told in his own way. I must confess that, as Mr.
Pickwick and he are constantly together, I have been in-
fluenced, in making this request, by a secret desire to know
something of their proceedings.
On the evening in question, the housekeeper's room was
arranged with particular care, and the housekeeper herself
was very smartly dressed. The preparations, however,
were not confined to mere showy demonstrations, as tea
was prepared for three persons, with a small display of
preserves and jams and sweet cakes, which heralded some
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 93
uncommon occasion. Miss Benton (my housekeeper bears
that name) was in a state of great expectation too, fre-
quently going to the front door and looking anxiously down
the lane, and more than once observing to the servant-girl
that she expected company and hoped no accident had hap-
pened to delay them.
A modest ring at the bell at length allayed her fears, and
Miss Benton, hurrying into her own room and shutting her-
self up, in order that she might preserve that appearance
of being taken by surprise which is so essential to the polite
reception of visitors, awaited their coming with a smiling
countenance.
" Good ev'nin', mum," said the older Mr. Weller, look-
ing in at the door after a prefatory tap, "I'm afeerd we've
come in rayther arter the time, mum, but the young colt
being full o' wice has been a boltin' and shyin' and gettin'
his leg over the traces to sich a ex- tent that if he an't wery
soon broke in, he'll wex me into a broken heart, and then
he'll never be brought out no more except to learn his let-
ters from the writin' on his grandfather's tombstone."
With these pathetic words, which were addressed to
something outside the door about two feet six from the
ground, Mr. Weller introduced a very small boy firmly set
upon a couple of very sturdy legs, who looked as if nothing
could ever knock him down. Besides having a very round
face strongly resembling Mr. Weller 's, and a stout little
body of exactly his build, this young gentleman, standing
with his little legs very wide apart as if the top-boots were
familiar to them, actually winked upon the housekeeper
with his infant eye, in imitation of his grandfather.
"There's a naughty boy, mum," said Mr. Weller, burst-
ing with delight, "there's a immoral Tony. Wos there
ever a little chap o' four year and eight months old as
vinked his eye at a strange lady afore? "
As little affected by this observation as by the former
appeal to his feelings, Master Weller elevated in the air a
small model of a coach whip which he carried in his hand,
and addressing the housekeeper with a shrill " ya — hip ! "
inquired if she was "going down the road;" at which
happy adaptation of a lesson he had been taught from in-
fancy, Mr. Weller could restrain his feelings no longer, but
gave him twopence on the spot.
"It's in wain to deny it, mum," said Mr. Weller, "this
94 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
here is a boy arter his grandfather's own heart, and beats
out all the boys as ever wos or will be. Though at the
same time, mum," added Mr. Weller, trying to look gravely
down upon his favourite, " it was wery wrong on him to
want to over all the posts as we come along, and wevy
cruel on him to force poor grandfather to lift him cross-
legged over every vun of 'em. He wouldn't pass vun
single blessed post, mum, and at the top o' the lane there's
seven-and-forty on 'em all in a row and wery close to-
gether."
Here Mr. Weller, whose feelings were in a perpetual
conflict between pride in his grandson's achievements and
a sense of his own responsibility, and the importance of
impressing him with moral truths, burst into a fit of laugh-
ter, and suddenly checking himself, remarked in a severe
tone that little boys as made their grandfathers put 'em
over posts never went to heaven at any price.
By this time the housekeeper had made tea, and little
Tony placed on a chair beside her, with his eyes nearly on
a level with the top of the table, was provided with various
delicacies which yielded him extreme contentment. The
housekeeper (who seemed rather afraid of the child, not-
withstanding her caresses) then patted him on the head
and declared that he was the finest boy she had ever
seen.
"Wy, mum," said Mr. Weller, "I don't think you'll see
a many sich, and that's the truth. But if my son Samivel
vould give me my vay, mum, and only dis-pense vith his
— might I wenter to say the vurd? "
" What word, Mr. Weller? " said the housekeeper, blush-
ing slightly.
"Petticuts, mum," returned that gentleman, laying his
hand upon -the garments of his grandson. "If my son
Samivel, mum, vould 9nly dis-pense vith these here, you'd
see such a alteration in his appearance, as the imagination
can't depicter."
" But what would you have the child wear instead, Mr.
Weller? " said the housekeeper.
" I've offered my son Samivel, mum, agen and agen," re-
turned the old gentleman, " to pxirwide him at my own cost
vith a suit o' clothes as 'ud be the makin' on him, and
form his mind in infancy for those pursuits as I hope the
family o' the Vellers vill alvays dewote themselves to
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 95
Tony, my boy, tell the lady wot them clothes are, as
grandfather says father ought to let you vear. "
" A little white hat and a little sprig weskut and little
knee cords and little top-boots and a little green coat with
little bright buttons and a little welwet collar," replied
Tony, with great readiness and no stops.
"That's the cos-toom, mum," said Mr. Weller, looking
proudly at the housekeeper. " Once make sich a model on
him as that, and you'd say he wos a aiigel! "
Perhaps the housekeeper thought that in such a guise
young Tony would look more like the angel at Islington
than anything else of that name, or perhaps she was
disconcerted to find her previously-conceived ideas dis-
turbed, as angels are not commonly represented in top-
boots and sprig waistcoats. She coughed doubtfully, but
said nothing.
" How many brothers and sisters have you, my dear? "
she asked, after a short silence.
" One brother and no sister at all," replied Tony. " Sam
his name is, and so's my father's. x)o you know my fa-
ther? "
"Oh yes, I know him," said the housekeeper, graciously.
"Is my father fond of you? " pursued Tony.
" I hope so," rejoined the smiling housekeeper.
Tony considered a moment, and then said, " Is my grand-
father fond of you? "
This would seem a very easy question to answer, but in-
stead of replying to it, the housekeeper smiled in great
confusion, and said that really children did ask such ex-
traordinary questions that it was the most difficult thing in
the world to talk to them. Mr. Weller took upon himself
to reply that he was very fond of the lady ; but the house-
keeper entreating that he would not put such things into
the child's head, Mr. Weller shook his own while she
looked another way, and seemed to be troubled with a mis-
giving that captivation was in progress. It was perhaps on
this account that he changed the subject precipitately.
" It's wery wrong in little boys to make game o' their
grandfathers, an't it, mum? " said Mr. Weller, shaking his
head waggishly, until Tony looked at him, when he coun-
terfeited the deepest dejection and sorrow.
"Oh very sad!" assented the housekeeper. "But I
hope no little boys do that? "
96 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
"There is vun young Turk, mum," said Mr. Weller, "as
havin' seen his grandfather a little overcome vith drink on
the occasion of a friend's birthday, goes a reeliu' and stag-
gerin' about the house, and makin' believe that he's the old
gen'lm'n."
" Oh quite shocking ! " cried the housekeeper.
"Yes, mum," said Mr. Weller; "and prevously to so
doin', this here young traitor that I'm a speakin' of,
pinches his little nose to make it red, and then he gives a
hiccup and says, ' I'm all right,' he says, ' give us another
song! ' Ha ha! ' Give us another song,' he says. Ha ha
ha!"
In his excessive delight, Mr. Weller was quite unmind-
ful of his moral responsibility, until Jittle Tony kicked up
his legs, and laughing immoderately cried, " That was me,
that was; " whereupon the grandfather by a great effort
became extremely solemn.
"No, Tony, not you," said Mr. Weller. "I hope it
warn't you, Tony. It must ha' been that 'ere naughty lit-
tle chap as comes sometimes out o' the empty watch-box
round the corner — that same little chap as wos found stand-
ing on the table afore the looking-glass, pretending to shave
himself vith a oyster-knife."
" He didn't hurt himself, I hope? " observed the house-
keeper.
"Not he, mum," said Mr. Weller proudly; "bless your
heart, you might trust that 'ere boy vith a steam-engine
a'most, he's such a knowiii' young" — but suddenly recol-
lecting himself and observing that Tony perfectly under-
stood and appreciated the compliment, the old gentleman
groaned and observed that "it wos all wery shockin' —
wery."
"Oh he's a bad 'un," said Mr. Weller, "is that 'ere
watch-box boy, makin' such a noise and litter in the back
yard, he does, waterin' wooden horses and feedin' of 'em
vith grass, and perpetivally spillin' his little brother out of
a veelbarrow and frightenin' his mother out of her wits, at
the wery moment wen she's expectm' to increase his stock
of happiness vith another play- feller — oh he's a bad 'un!
He's even gone so far as to put on a pair o' paper spectacles
as he got his father to make for him, and walk up and
down the garden vith his hands behind him in imitation of
Mr. Pickwick — but Tony don't do sich things, Oh no! "
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. 97
"Oh no!" echoed Tony.
" He knows better, he does," said Mr. Weller, " he knows
that if he wos to come sich games as these nobody wouldn't
love him, and that his grandfather in partickler couldn't
abear the sight on him; for vich reasons Tony's always
good."
"Always good," echoed Tony; and his grandfather im-
mediately took him on his knee and kissed him, at the
same time with many nods and winks slyly pointing at the
child's head with his thumb, in order that the housekeeper,
otherwise deceived by the admirable manner in which he
(Mr. Weller) had sustained his character, might not sup-
pose that any other young gentleman was referred to, and
might clearly understand that the boy of the watch-box
was but an imaginary creation, and a fetch of Tony him-
self, invented for his improvement and reformation.
Not confining himself to a mere verbal description of his
grandson' s.abilities, Mr. Weller, when tea was finished, in-
cited him by various gifts of pence and halfpence to smoke
imaginary pipes, drink visionary beer from real pots, imi-
tate his grandfather without reserve, and in particular to go
through the drunken scene, which threw the old gentle-
man into ecstasies and filled the housekeeper with wonder.
Nor was Mr. Weller' s pride satisfied with even this display,
for when he took his leave he carried the child, like some
rare and astonishing curiosity, first to the barber's house
and afterwards to the tobacconist's, at each of which places
he repeated his performances with the utmost effect to ap-
plauding and delighted audiences. It was half-past nine
o'clock when Mr. Weller was last seen carrying him home
upon his shoulder, and it has been whispered abroad that
at that time the infant Tony was rather intoxicated.
MASTER HUMPHREY FROM HIS CLOCK-SIDE
IN THE CHIMNEY-CORNER.
I WAS musing the other evening upon the characters and
incidents with which I had been so long engaged; wonder-
ing how I could ever have looked forward with pleasure to
the completion of my tale, and reproaching myself for hav-
ing done so, as if it were a kind of cruelty to those com-
panions of my solitude whom I had now dismissed, and
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could never again recall; when my clock struck ten. Punc-
tual to the hour, my friends appeared.
On our last night of meeting, we had finished the story
which the reader has just concluded. Our conversation
took the same current as the meditations which the en-
trance of my friends had interrupted, and the Old Curi-
osity Shop was the staple of our discourse.
I may confide to the reader now, that in connexion with
this little history I had something upon my mind — some-
thing to communicate which I had all along with difficulty
repressed — something I had deemed it, during the progress
of the story, necessary to its interest to disguise, and
which, now that it was over, I wished, and was yet reluct-
ant to disclose.
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached,
is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I
have opened my heart. This temper and the consciousness
of having done some violence to it in my narrative, laid
me under a restraint which I should have had great diffi-
culty in overcoming, but for a timely remark from Mr.
Miles, who, as I hinted in a former paper, is a gentleman
of business habits, and of great exactness and propriety in
all his transactions.
"I could have wished," my friend objected, "that we
had been made acquainted with the single gentleman's
name. I don't like his withholding his name. It made
me look upon him at first with suspicion, and caused me to
doubt his moral character, I assure you. I am fully satis-
fied by this time of his being a worthy creature, but in this
respect he certainly would not appear to have acted at all
like a man of business."
" My friends," said I, drawing to the table at which they
were by this time seated in their usual chairs, " do you re-
member that this story bore another title besides that one
we have so often heard of late? "
Mr. Miles had his pocket-book out in an instant, and re-
ferring to an entry therein, rejoined, " Certainly. Personal
Adventures of Master Humphrey. Here it is. I made a
note of it at the time."
I was about to resume what I had to tell them, when the
same Mr. Miles again interrupted me, observing that the
narrative originated in a personal adventure of my own, and
that was no doubt the reason for its being thus designated.
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This led me to the point at once.
"You will one and all forgive me," I returned, "if, for
the greater convenience of the story, and for its better in-
troduction, that adventure was fictitious. I had -my share
indeed — no light or trivial one — in the pages we have read
but it was not the share I feigned to have at first. The
younger brother, the single gentleman, the nameless actor
in this little drama, stands before you now."
It was easy to see they had not expected this disclosure.
"Yes," I pursued. "I can look back upon my part in it
with a calm, half-smiling pity for myself as for some other
man. But I am he indeed; and now the chief sorrows of
my life are yours."
I need not say what true gratification I derived from the
sympathy and kindness with which this acknowledgment
was received; nor how often it had risen to my lips before;
nor how difficult I had found it — how impossible, when I
came to those passages which touched me most, and most
nearly concerned me — to sustain the character I had as-
sumed. It is enough to say that I replaced in the clock-
case the record of so many trials — sorrowfully, it is true,
but with a softened sorrow which was almost pleasure; and
felt that in living through the past again, and communicat-
ing to others the lesson it had helped to teach me, I had
been a happier man.
We lingered so long over the leaves from which I had
read, that as I consigned them to their former resting-place,
the hand of my trusty clock pointed to twelve, and there
came towards us upon the wind the voice of the deep and
distant bell of St. Paul's as it struck the hour of mid-
night.
"This," said I, returning with a manuscript I had taken
at the moment, from the same repository, " to be opened to
such music, should be a tale where London's face by night
is darkly seen, and where some deed of such a time as this
is dimly shadowed out. Which of us here has seen the
working of that great machine whose voice has just now
ceased? "
Mr. Pickwick had, of course, and so had Mr. Miles.
Jack and my deaf friend were in the minority.
I had seen it but a few days before, and could not help
telling them of the fancy I had had about it.
I paid my fee of twopence upon entering, to one of the
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•
money-changers who sit within the Temple; and falling,
after a few turns up and down, into the quiet train of
thought which such a place awakens, paced the echoing
stones like some old monk whose present world lay all
within its walls. As I looked afar up into the lofty dome,
I could not help wondering what were his reflections whose
genius reared that mighty pile, when, the last small wedge
of timber fixed, the last nail driven into its home for many
centuries, the clang of hammers, and the hum of busy
voices gone, and the Great Silence whole years of noise
had helped to make, reigning undisturbed around, he mused
as I did now, upon his work, and lost himself amid its vast
extent. I could not quite determine whether the contem-
plation of it would impress him with a sense of greatness
or of insignificance; but when I remembered how long a
time it had taken to erect, in how short a space it might be
traversed even to its remotest parts, for how brief a term
he, or any of those who cared to bear his name, would live
to see it, or know of its existence, I imagined him far more
melancholy than proud, and looking with regret upon his
labour done. With these thoughts in my mind, I began to
ascend, almost unconsciously, the flight of steps leading to
the several wonders of the building, and found myself
before a barrier where another money-taker sat, who de-
manded which among them I would choose to see. There
were the stone gallery, he said, and the whispering gallery,
the geometrical staircase, the room of models, the clock —
the clock being quite in my way, I stopped him there, and
chose that sight from all the rest.
I groped my way into the Turret which it occupies, and
saw before me, in a kind of loft, what seemed to be a great,
old oaken press with folding doors. These being thrown
back by the attendant (who was sleeping when I came
upon him, and looked a drowsy fellow, as though his close
companionship with Time had made him quite indifferent
to it) disclosed a complicated crowd of wheels and chains
in iron and brass — great, sturdy, rattling engines — sugges-
tive of breaking a ringer put in here or there, and grinding
the bone to powder — and these were the Clock ! Its very
pulse, if I may use the word, was like no other clock. It
did not mark the flight of every moment with a gentle sec-
ond stroke as though it would check old Time, and have
him stay his pace in pity, but measured it with one sledge-
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hammer beat, as if its business were to crush the seconds
as they came trooping on, and remorselessly to clear a path
before the Day of Judgment.
I sat down opposite to it, and hearing its regular and
never-changing voice, that one deep constant note, upper-
most amongst all the noise and clatter in the streets below
—marking that, let that tumult rise or fall, go on or stop —
let it be night or noon, to-morrow or to-day, this year or
next — it still performed its functions with the same dull
constancy, and regulated the progress of the life around,
the fancy came upon me that this was London's Heart, and
that when it should cease to beat, the City would be no
more.
It is night. Calm and unmoved amidst the scenes that
darkness favours, the great heart of London throbs in its
Giant breast. Wealth and beggary, vice and virtue, guilt
and innocence, repletion and the direst hunger, all treading
on each other and crowding together, are gathered round
it. Draw but a little circle above the clustering housetops,
and you shall have within its space everything, with its
opposite extreme and contradiction, close beside. Where
yonder feeble light is shining, a man is but this moment
dead. The taper at a few yards' distance is seen by eyes
that have this instant opened on the world. There are two
houses separated by but an inch or two of wall. In one,
there are quiet minds at rest; in the other, a waking con-
science that one might think would trouble the very air.
In that close corner where the roofs shrink down and cower
together as if to hide their secrets from the handsome street
hard by, there are such dark crimes, such miseries and hor-
rors, as could be hardly told in whispers. In the handsome
street, there are folks asleep who have dwelt there all their
lives, and have no more knowledge of these things than if
they had never been, or were transacted at the remotest
limits of the world — who, if they were hinted at, would
shake their heads, look wise, and frown, and say they were
impossible, and out of Nature — as if all great towns were
not. Does not this Heart of London, that nothing moves,
nor stops, nor quickens, — that goes on the same, let what
will be done, — does it not express the City's character well?
The day begins to break, and soon there is the hum and
noise of life. Those who have spent the night on doorsteps
and cold stones crawl off to begj they who have slept in
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beds come forth to their occupation too, and business is
astir. The fog of sleep rolls slowly off, and London shines
awake. The streets are filled with carriages, and people
gaily clad. The jails are full, too, to the throat, nor have
the workhouses or hospitals much room to spare. The
courts of law are crowded. Taverns have their regular
frequenters by this time, and every mart of traffic has its
throng. Each of these places is a world, and has its own
inhabitants; each is distinct from, and almost unconscious
of the existence of any other. There are some few people
well to do, who remember to have heard it said, that num-
bers of men and women — thousands, they think it was —
get up in London every day, unknowing where to lay their
heads at night; and that there are quarters of the town
where misery and famine always are. They don't believe
it quite — there may be some truth in it, but it is exagger-
ated of course. So, each of these thousand worlds goes on
intent upon itself, until night comes again — first with its
lights and pleasures, and its cheerful streets; then with
its guilt and darkness.
Heart of London, there is a moral in thy every stroke !
as I look on at thy indomitable working, which neither
death, nor press of life, nor grief, nor gladness out of doors
will influence one jot, I seem to hear a voice within thee
which sinks into my heart, bidding me, as I elbow my way
among the crowd, have some thought for the meanest
wretch that passes, and, being a man, to turn away with
scorn and pride from none that bear the human shape.
I am by no means sure that I might not have been
tempted to enlarge upon this subject, had not the papers
that lay before me on the table been a silent reproach for
even this digression. I took them up again when I had got
thus far, and seriously prepared to read.
The handwriting was strange to me, for the manuscript
had been fairly copied. As it is against our rules in such
a case to inquire into the authorship until the reading is
concluded, I could only glance at the different faces round
me, in search of some expression which should bela-ay the
writer. Whoever he might be, he was prepared for this,
and gave no sign for my enlightenment.
I had the papers in my hand, when my deaf friend inter-
posed with a suggestion.
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"It has occurred to me," he said, "bearing in mind your
sequel to the tale we have finished, that if such of us as
have anything to relate of our own lives could interweave
it with our contribution to the Clock, it would be well to
do so. This need be no restraint upon us, either as to time,
or place, or incident, since any real passage of this kind
may be surrounded by fictitious circumstances, and repre-
sented by fictitious characters. What if we made this an
article of agreement among ourselves? "
The proposition was cordially received, but the difficulty
appeared to be that here was a long story written before
we had thought of it.
"Unless," said I, "it should have happened that the
writer of this tale — which is not impossible, for men are
apt to do so when they write — has actually mingled with
it something of his own endurance and experience."
Nobody spoke, but I thought I detected in one quarter
that this was really the case.
" If I have no assurance to the contrary," I added there-
fore, " I shall take it for granted that he has done so, and
that even these papers come within our new agreement.
Everybody being mute, we hold that understanding if you
please."
And here I was about to begin again, when Jack in-
formed us softly, that during the progress of our last nar-
rative, Mr. Weller's Watch had adjourned its sittings from
the kitchen, and regularly met outside our door, where he
had no doubt that august body would be found at the pres-
ent moment. As this was for the convenience of listening
to our stories, he submitted that they might be suffered to
come in, and hear them more pleasantly.
To this we one and all yielded a ready assent, and the
party being discovered as Jack had supposed, and invited
to walk in, entered (though not without great confusion at
having been detected) and were accommodated with chairs
at a little distance.
Then, the lamp being trimmed, the fire well stirred and
burning brightly, the hearth clean swept, the curtains
closely drawn, the clock wound up, we entered on our new
story — BABNABY RUDGE.
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MASTER HUMPHREY FROM HIS CLOCK-SIDE
IN THE CHIMNEY-CORNER.
IT is again midnight. My fire burns cheerfully; the
room is filled with my old friend's sober voice; and I am
left to muse upon the story we have just now finished.
It makes me smile, at such a time as this, to think if
there were any one to see me sitting in my easy-chair, my
grey head hanging down, my eyes bent thoughtfully upon
the glowing embers, and my crutch — emblem of my help-
lessness— lying upon the hearth at my feet, how solitary I
should seem. Yet though I am the sole tenant of this
chimney-corner, though I am childless and old, I have no
sense of loneliness at this hour; but am the centre of a
silent group whose company I love.
Thus, even age and weakness have their consolations.
If I were a younger man; if I were more active, more
strongly bound and tied to life; these visionary friends
would shun me, or I should desire to fly from them. Being
what I am, I can court their society, and delight in it; and
pass whole hours in picturing to myself the shadows that
perchance flock every night into this chamber, and in im-
agining with pleasure what kind of interest they have in
the frail, feeble mortal who is its sole inhabitant.
All the friends I have ever lost I find again among these
visitors. I love to fancy their spirits hovering about me,
feeling still some earthly kindness for their old companion,
and watching his decay. " He is weaker, he declines apace,
he draws nearer and nearer to us, and will soon be con-
scious of our existence." What is there to alarm me in
this? It is encouragement and hope.
These thoughts have never crowded on me half so fast as
they have done to-night. Faces I had long forgotten have
become familiar to me once again ; traits I had endeavoured
to recall for years have come before me in an instant;
nothing is changed but me : and even I can be my former
self at will.
Raising my eyes but now to the face of my old clock, I
remember, «uite involuntarily, the veneration, not unmixed
with a sort of childish awe, with which I used to sit and
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watch it, as it ticked unheeded in a dark staircase corner.
I recollect looking more grave and steady when I met its
dusty face, as if, having that strange kind of life within it,
and being free from all excess of vulgar appetite, and
warning all the house by night and day, it were a sage.
How often have I listened to it as it told the beads of time,
and wondered at its constancy! How often watched it
slowly pointing round the dial, and, while I panted for the
eagerly-expected hour to come, admired, despite myself,
its steadiness of purpose and lofty freedom from all human
strife, impatience, and desire !
I thought it cruel once. It was very hard of heart, to
my mind, I remember. It was an old servant, even then;
and I felt as though it ought to show some sorrow; as
though it wanted sympathy with us in our distress, and
were a dull, heartless, mercenary creature. Ah ! how soon
I learnt to know that in its ceaseless going on, and in its
being checked or stayed by nothing, lay its greatest kind-
ness, and the only balm for grief and wounded peace of
mind!
To-night, to-night, when this tranquillity and calm are
on my spirits, and memory presents so many shifting scenes
before me, I take my quiet stand, at will, by many a fire
that has been long extinguished, and mingle with the
cheerful group that cluster round it. If I could be sorrow-
ful in such a mood, I should grow sad to think what a poor
blot I was upon their youth and beauty once, and now how
few remain to put me to the blush; I should grow sad to
think that such among them as I sometimes meet with in
my daily walks are scarcely less infirm than I; that time
has brought us to a level; and that all distinctions fade
and vanish as we take our trembling steps towards the
grave.
But memory was given us for better purposes than this :
and mine is not a torment, but a source of pleasure. To
muse upon the gaiety and youth I have known suggests to
me glad scenes of harmless mirth that may be passing now.
From contemplating them apart, I soon become an actor in
these little dramas, and humouring my fancy, lose myself
among the beings it invokes.
When my fire is bright and high, and a warm blush
mantles in the walls and ceiling of this ancient room; when
my clock makes cheerful music, like one of those chirping
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insects who delight in the warm hearth, and are sometimes,
by a good superstition, looked upon as the harbingers of
fortune and plenty to that household in whose mercies they
put their humble trust; when everything is in a ruddy
genial glow, and there are voices in the crackling flame,
and smiles in its flashing light; other smiles and other
voices congregate around me, invading with their pleasant
harmony the silence of the time.
For then a knot of youthful creatures gather round my
fireside, and the room re-echoes to their merry voices. My
solitary chair no longer holds its ample place before the
fire, but is wheeled into a smaller corner, to leave more
room for the broad circle formed about the cheerful hearth.
I have sons and daughters, and grandchildren; and we are
assembled on some occasion of rejoicing common to us all.
It is a birthday, perhaps, or perhaps it may be Christmas
time; but be it what it may, there is rare holiday among
us : we are full of glee.
In the chimney-corner, opposite myself, sits one who has
grown old beside me. She is changed, of course; much
changed; and yet I recognise the girl, even in that grey
hair and wrinkled brow. Glancing from the laughing child
who half hides in her ample skirts, and half peeps out —
and from her to the little matron of twelve years old, who
sits so womanly and so demure at no great distance from
me — and from her again to a fair girl in the full bloom of
early womanhood, the centre of the group, who has glanced
more than once towards the opening door, and by whom
the children, whispering and tittering among themselves,
will leave a vacant chair, although she bids them not — I
see her image thrice repeated, and feel how long it is be-
fore one form and set of features wholly pass away, if ever,
from among the living. While I am dwelling upon this,
and tracing out the gradual change from infancy to youth;
from youth to perfect growth; from that to age; and think-
ing, with an old man's pride, that she is comely yet; I feel
a slight thin hand upon my arm, and, looking down, see
seated at my feet a crippled boy — a gentle, patient child —
whose aspect I know well. He rests upon a little crutch —
I know it, too — and leaning on it as he climbs my foot-
stool, whispers in my ear, " I am hardly one of these, dear
grandfather, although I love them dearly. They are very
kind to me, but you will be kinder still, I know."
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I have my hand upon his neck, and stoop to kiss him,
when my clock strikes, my chair is in its old spot, and I
am alone.
What if I be? What if this fireside be tenantless, save
for the presence of one weak old man? From my house-
top I can look upon a hundred homes, in every one of
which these social companies are matters of reality. In my
daily walks I pass a thousand men whose cares are all for-
gotten, whose labours are made light, whose dull routine
of work from day to day is cheered and brightened by
their glimpses of domestic joy at home. Amid the strug-
gles of this struggling town what cheerful sacrifices are
made; what toil endured with readiness; what patience
shown and fortitude displayed for the mere sake of home
and its affections ! Let me thank Heaven that I can people
my fireside with shadows such as these : with shadows of
bright objects that exist in crowds about me : and let me
say, "I am alone no more."
I never was less so — I write it with a grateful heart —
than I am to-night. Recollections of the past and visions
of the present come to bear me company; the meanest man
to whom I have ever given alms appears, to add his mite
of peace and comfort to my stock; and whenever the fire
within me shall grow cold, to light my path upon this earth
no more, I pray that it may be at such an hour as this, and
when I love the world as well as I do now.
THE DEAF GENTLEMAN FEOM HIS OWN
APARTMENT.
OUR dear friend laid down his pen at the end of the fore-
going paragraph, to take it up no more. I little thought
ever to employ mine upon so sorrowful a task as that which
he has left me, and to which I now devote it.
As he did not appear among us at his usual hour next
morning, we knocked gently at his door. No answer being
given, it was softly opened; and then, to our surprise, we
saw him seated before the ashes of his fire, with a little
table I was accustomed to set at his elbow when I left him
for the night, at a short distance from him, as though he
had pushed it away with the idea of rising and retiring to
his bed. His crutch and footstool lay at his feet as usual,
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and he was dressed in his chamber-gown, which he had put
on before I left him. He was reclining in his chair, in his
accustomed posture, with his face towards the fire, and
seemed absorbed in meditation — indeed, at first, we almost
hoped he was.
Going up to him, we found him dead. I have often,
very often, seen him sleeping, and always peacefully; but
I never saw him look so calm and tranquil. His face wore
a serene, benign expression, which had impressed me very
strongly when we last shook hands : not that he had ever
any other look, God knows : but there was something in
this so very spiritual, so strangely and indefinably allied
to youth, although his head was grey and venerable, that it
was new even in him. It came upon me all at once, when
on some slight pretence he called me back upon the pre-
vious night to take me by the hand again, and once more
say, " God bless you."
A bell-rope hung within his reach, but he had not moved
towards it; nor had he stirred, we all agreed, except, as I
have said, to push away his table, which he could have
done, and no doubt did, with a very slight motion of his
hand. He had relapsed for a moment into his late train of
meditation, and, with a thoughtful smile upon his face,
had died.
I had long known it to be his wish that, whenever this
event should come to pass, we might be all assembled in
the house. I therefore lost no time in sending for Mr.
Pickwick and for Mr. Miles, both of whom arrived before
the messenger's return.
It is not my purpose to dilate upon the sorrow and affec-
tionate emotions of which I was at once the witness and the
sharer. But I may say, of the humbler mourners, that his
faithful housekeeper was fairly heart-broken ; that the poor
barber would not be comforted ; and that I shall respect the
homely truth and warmth of heart of Mr. Weller and his
son to the last moment of my life.
"And the sweet old creetur, Sir," said the elder Mr.
Weller to me in the afternoon, "has bolted. Him as had
no wice, and was so free from temper that a infant might
ha' drove him, has been took at last with that 'ere unawoid-
able fit o' staggers as we all must come to, and gone off his
feed for ever! I see him," said the old gentleman, with a
moisture in his eye which could not be mistaken, " I see
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him gettin', every journey, more and more groggy; I says
to Samivel, 'My boy! the Grey's a goin' at the knees; '
and now my predilictions is fatally werified, and him as I
could never do enough to serve or show my likin' for, is up
the great uniwersal spout o' natur."
I was not the less sensible of the old man's attachment
because he expressed it in his peculiar manner. Indeed, I
can truly assert of both him and his son, that notwithstand-
ing the extraordinary dialogues they held together, and the
strange commentaries and corrections with which each of
them illustrated the other's speech, I do not think it pos-
sible to exceed the sincerity of their regret; and that I am
sure their thoughtfulness and anxiety, in anticipating the
discharge of many little offices of sympathy, would have
done honour to the most delicate-minded persons.
Our friend had frequently told us that his will would be
found in a box in the Clock-case, the key of which was in
his writing-desk. As he had told us also that he desired
it to be opened immediately after his death, whenever that
should happen, we met together that night for the fulfil-
ment of his request.
We found it where he had told us, wrapped in a sealed
paper, and with it a codicil of recent date, in which he
named Mr. Miles and Mr. Pickwick his executors — as hav-
ing no need of any greater benefit from his estate than a
generous token (which he bequeathed to them) of his friend-
ship and remembrance.
After pointing out the spot in which he wished his ashes-
to repose, he gave to " his dear old friends," Jack Eedburn
and myself, his house, his books, his furniture — in short,
all that his house contained; and with this legacy more
ample means of maintaining it in its present state than we,
with our habits and at our terms of life, can ever exhaust.
Besides these gifts, he left to us, in trust, an annual sum
of no insignificant amount, to be distributed in charity
among his accustomed pensioners — they are a long list—-
and such other claimants on his bounty as might, from time
to time, present themselves. And as true charity not only
Covers a multitude of sins, but includes a multitude of vir-
tues, such as forgiveness, liberal construction, gentleness
and mercy to the faults of others, and the remembrance of
our own imperfections and advantages, he bade us not in-
quire too closely into the venial errors of the poor, but find-
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ing that they were poor, first to relieve and then endeavour
— at an advantage — to reclaim them.
To the housekeeper he left an annuity, sufficient for her
comfortable maintenance and support through life. For
the barber, who had attended him many years, he made a
similar provision. And I may make two remarks in this
place : first, that I think this pair are very likely to club
their means together and make a match of it; and secondly,
that I think my friend had this result in his mind; for I
have heard him say, more than once, that he could not con-
cur with the generality of mankind in censuring equal mar-
riages made in later life, since there were many cases in
which such unions could not fail to be a wise and rational
source of happiness to both parties.
The elder Mr. Weller is so far from viewing this pros-
pect with any feelings of jealousy, that he appears to be
very much relieved by its contemplation; and his son, if I
am not mistaken, participates in this feeling. We are all
of opinion, however, that the old gentleman's danger, even
at its crisis, was very slight; and that he merely laboured
under one of those transitory weaknesses to which persons
of his temperament are now and then liable, and which be-
come less and less alarming at every return, until they
wholly subside. I have no doubt he will remain a jolly old
widower for the rest of his life, as he has already inquired
of me, with much gravity, whether a writ of habeas corpus
would- enable him to settle his property upon Tony beyond
the possibility of recall; and has, in my presence, conjured
his son, with tears in his eyes, that in the event of his ever
becoming amorous again, he will put him in a strait-waist-
coat until the fit is past, and distinctly inform the lady
that his property is "made over."
Although I have very little doubt that Sam would duti-
fully comply with these injunctions in a case of extreme
necessity, and that he would do so with perfect composure
and coolness, I do not apprehend things will ever come to
that pass : as the old gentleman seems perfectly happy in
the society of his son, his pretty daughter-in-law, and his
grandchildren, and has solemnly announced his determina-
tion to " take arter the old 'un in all respects; " from which
I infer that it is his intention to regulate his conduct by
the model of Mr. Pickwick, who will certainly set him the
example of a single life.
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK. Ill
I have diverged for a moment from the subject with
which I set out, for I know that my friend was interested
in these little matters, and I have a natural tendency to
linger upon any topic that occupied his thoughts or gave
him pleasure and amusement. His remaining wishes are
very briefly told. He desired that we would make him the
frequent subject of our conversation; at the same time,
that we would never speak of him with an air of gloom or
restraint, but frankly, and as one whom we still loved and
hoped to meet again. He trusted that the old house would
wear no aspect of mourning, but that it would be lively and
cheerful; and that we would not remove or cover up his
picture, which hangs in our dining-room, but make it our
companion as he had been. His own room, our place of
meeting, remains, at his desire, in its accustomed state:
our seats are placed about the table, as of old; his easy-
chair, his desk, his crutch, his footstool, hold their accus-
tomed places; and the clock stands in its familiar corner.
We go into the chamber at stated times to see that all is as
it should be, and to take care that the light and air are not
shut out, for on that point he expressed a strong solicitude.
But it was his fancy that the apartment should not be in-
habited; that it should be religiously preserved in this con-
dition; and that the voice of his old companion should be
heard no more.
My own history may be summed up in very few words;
and even those I should have spared the reader but for my
friend's allusion to me some time since. I have no deeper
sorrow than the loss of a child — an only daughter, who is
living, and who fled from her father's house but a few
weeks before our friend and I first met. I had never
spoken of this, even to him; because I have always loved
her, and I could not bear to tell him of her error, until I
could tell him also of her sorrow and regret. Happily I
was enabled to do so some time ago. And it will not be
long, with Heaven's leave, before she is restored to me —
before I find in her and her husband the support of my de-
clining years.
For my pipe — it is an old relic of home, a thing of no
great worth, a poor trifle, but sacred to me for her sake.
Thus, since the death of our venerable friend, Jack Red-
burn and I have been the sole tenants of the old home; and
day by day, have lounged together in his favourite walks.
112 MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.
Mindful of his injunctions, we have long been able to speak
of him with ease and cheerfulness, and to remember him as
he would be remembered. From certain allusions which
Jack has dropped, to his having been deserted and cast off
in early life, I am inclined to believe that some passages
of his youth may possibly be shadowed out in the history
of Mr. Chester and his son : but seeing that he avoids the
subject, I have not pursued it.
My task is done. The chamber in which we have whiled
away so many happy hours, not I hope without some pleas-
ure and some profit, is deserted; our happy hour of meet-
ing strikes no more; the chimney-corner has grown cold;
and MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK has stopped for ever.
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