But, as the sale proceeded, she being young, the compet.i.tion, though most of it sham, being artful and exciting, and the traitor she employed constantly puffing every article, she was drawn in to wishing for things, and bidding by her feelings.
Then her traitor played a game that has been played a hundred times, and the perpetrators never once lynched, as they ought to be, on the spot.
He signalled a confederate with a hooked nose; the Jew rascal bid against the Christian scoundrel, and so they ran up the more enticing things to twice their value under the hammer.
Rosa got flushed, and her eye gleamed like a gambler"s, and she bought away like wildfire. In which sport she caught sight of an old gentleman, with little black eyes that kept twinkling at her.
She complained of these eyes to Mrs. Cole. "Why does he twinkle so? I can see it is at me. I am doing something foolish--I know I am."
Mrs. Cole turned, and fixed a haughty stare on the old gentleman. Would you believe it? instead of sinking through the floor, he sat his ground, and retorted with a cold, clear grin.
But now, whenever Rosa"s agent bid for her, and the other man of straw against him, the black eyes twinkled, and Rosa"s courage began to ooze away. At last she said, "That is enough for one day. I shall go. Who could bear those eyes?"
The broker took her address; so did the auctioneer"s clerk. The auctioneer asked her for no deposit; her beautiful, innocent, and high-bred face was enough for a man who was always reading faces, and interpreting them.
And so they retired.
But this charming s.e.x is like that same auctioneer"s hammer, it cannot go abruptly. It is always going--going--going--a long time before it is gone. I think it would perhaps loiter at the door of a jail, with the order of release in its hand, after six years" confinement. Getting up to go quenches in it the desire to go. So these ladies having got up to go, turned and lingered, and hung fire so long, that at last another set of oak chairs came up. "Oh! I must see what these go for," said Rosa, at the door.
The bidding was mighty languid now Rosa"s broker was not stimulating it; and the auctioneer was just knocking down twelve chairs--oak and leather--and two arm-chairs, for twenty pounds, when, casting his eyes around, he caught sight of Rosa looking at him rather excited. He looked inquiringly at her. She nodded slightly; he knocked them down to her at twenty guineas, and they were really a great bargain.
"Twenty-two," cried the dealer.
"Too late," said the auctioneer.
"I spoke with the hammer, sir."
"After the hammer, Isaacs."
"Shelp me G.o.d, we was together."
One or two more of his tribe confirmed this pious falsehood, and clamored to have them put up again.
"Call the next lot," said the auctioneer, peremptorily. "Make up your mind a little quicker next time, Mr. Isaacs; you have been long enough at it to know the value of oak and moroccar."
Mrs. Staines and her friend now started for Morley"s Hotel, but went round by Regent Street, whereby they got glued at Peter Robinson"s window, and nine other windows; and it was nearly five o"clock when they reached Morley"s. As they came near the door of their sitting-room, Mrs.
Staines heard somebody laughing and talking to her husband. The laugh, to her subtle ears, did not sound musical and genial, but keen, satirical, unpleasant; so it was with some timidity she opened the door, and there sat the old chap with the twinkling eyes. Both parties stared at each other a moment.
"Why, it is them," cried the old gentleman. "Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!"
Rosa colored all over, and felt guilty somehow, and looked miserable.
"Rosa dear," said Dr. Staines, "this is our Uncle Philip."
"Oh!" said Rosa, and turned red and pale by turns; for she had a great desire to propitiate Uncle Philip.
"You were in the auction-room, sir?" said Mrs. Cole, severely.
"I was, madam. He! he!"
"Furnishing a house?"
"No, ma"am. I go to a dozen sales a week; but it is not to buy--I enjoy the humors. Did you ever hear of Robert Burton, ma"am?"
"No. Yes; a great traveller, isn"t he? Discovered the Nile--or the Niger--or SOMETHING?"
This majestic vagueness staggered old Crusty at first, but he recovered his equilibrium, and said, "Why, yes, now I think of it, you are right; he has travelled farther than most of us, for about two centuries ago he visited that bourn whence no traveller returns. Well, when he was alive--he was a student of Christchurch--he used to go down to a certain bridge over the Isis and enjoy the chaff of the bargemen. Now there are no bargemen left to speak of; the mantle of Bobby Burton"s bargees has fallen on the Jews and demi-semi-Christians that buy and sell furniture at the weekly auctions; thither I repair to hear what little coa.r.s.e wit is left us. Used to go to the House of Commons; but they are getting too civil by half for my money. Besides, characters come out in an auction.
For instance, only this very day I saw two ladies enter, in gorgeous attire, like heifers decked for sacrifice, and reduce their spoliation to a certainty by employing a broker to bid. Now, what is a broker?
A fellow who is to be paid a shilling in the pound for all articles purchased. What is his interest, then? To buy cheap? Clearly not. He is paid in proportion to the dearness of the article."
Rosa"s face began to work piteously.
"Accordingly, what did the broker in question do? He winked to another broker, and these two bid against one another, over their victim"s head, and ran everything she wanted up at least a hundred per cent above the value. So open and transparent a swindle I have seldom seen, even in an auction-room. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!"
His mirth was interrupted by Rosa going to her husband, hiding her head on his shoulder, and meekly crying.
Christopher comforted her like a man. "Don"t you cry, darling," said he; "how should a pure creature like you know the badness of the world all in a moment? If it is my wife you are laughing at, Uncle Philip, let me tell you this is the wrong place. I"d rather a thousand times have her as she is, than armed with the cunning and suspicions of a hardened old worldling like you."
"With all my heart," said Uncle Philip, who, to do him justice, could take blows as well as give them; "but why employ a broker? Why pay a scoundrel five per cent to make you pay a hundred per cent? Why pay a noisy fool a farthing to open his mouth for you when you have taken the trouble to be there yourself, and have got a mouth of your own to bid discreetly with? Was ever such an absurdity?" He began to get angry.
"Do you want to quarrel with me, Uncle Philip?" said Christopher, firing up; "because sneering at my Rosa is the way, and the only way, and the sure way."
"Oh, no," said Rosa, interposing. "Uncle Philip was right. I am very foolish and inexperienced, but I am not so vain as to turn from good advice. I will never employ a broker again, sir."
Uncle Philip smiled and looked pleased.
Mrs. Cole caused a diversion by taking leave, and Rosa followed her down-stairs. On her return she found Christopher telling his uncle all about the Bijou, and how he had taken it for a hundred and thirty pounds a year and a hundred pounds premium, and Uncle Philip staring fearfully.
At last he found his tongue. "The Bijou!" said he. "Why, that is a name they gave to a little den in Dear Street, Mayfair. You haven"t ever been and taken THAT! Built over a mews."
Christopher groaned. "That is the place, I fear."
"Why the owner is a friend of mine; an old patient. Stables stunk him out. Let it to a man; I forget his name. Stables stunk HIM out. He said, "I shall go." "You can"t," said my friend; "you have taken a lease."
"Lease be d--d," said the other; "I never took YOUR house; here"s quite a large stench not specified in your description of the property--IT CAN"T BE THE SAME PLACE;" flung the lease at his head, and cut like the wind to foreign parts less odoriferous. I"d have got you the hole for ninety; but you are like your wife--you must go to an agent. What! don"t you know that an agent is a man acting for you with an interest opposed to yours? Employing an agent! it is like a Trojan seeking the aid of a Greek. You needn"t cry, Mrs. Staines; your husband has been let in deeper than you have. Now, you are young people beginning life; I"ll give you a piece of advice. Employ others to do what you can"t do, and it must be done; but never to do anything you can do better for yourselves! Agent! The word is derived from a Latin word "agere," to do; and agents act up to their etymology, for they invariably DO the nincomp.o.o.p that employs them, or deals with them, in any mortal way. I"d have got you that beastly little Bijou for ninety pounds a year."
Uncle Philip went away crusty, leaving the young couple finely mortified and discouraged.
That did not last very long. Christopher noted the experience and Uncle Phil"s wisdom in his diary, and then took his wife on his knee, and comforted her, and said, "Never mind; experience is worth money, and it always has to be bought. Those who cheat us will die poorer than we shall, if we are honest and economical. I have observed that people are seldom ruined by the vices of others; these may hurt them, of course; but it is only their own faults and follies that can destroy them."
"Ah! Christie," said Rosa, "you are a man! Oh, the comfort of being married to A MAN. A man sees the best side. I do adore men. Dearest, I will waste no more of your money. I will go to no more sales."
Christopher saw she was deeply mortified, and he said, quietly, "On the contrary, you will go to the very next. Only take Uncle Philip"s advice, employ no broker; and watch the prices things fetch when you are not bidding; and keep cool."
She caressed his ears with both her white hands, and thanked him for giving her another trial. So that trouble melted in the sunshine of conjugal love.
Notwithstanding the agent"s solemn a.s.surance, the Bijou was out of repair. Dr. Staines detected internal odors, as well as those that flowed in from the mews. He was not the man to let his wife perish by miasma; so he had the drains all up, and actually found brick drains, and a cesspool. He stopped that up, and laid down new pipe drains, with a good fall, and properly trapped. The old drains were hidden, after the manner of builders. He had the whole course of his new drains marked upon all the floors they pa.s.sed under, and had several stones and boards hinged to facilitate examination at any period.
But all this, with the necessary cleaning, whitewashing, painting, and papering, ran away with money. Then came Rosa"s purchases, which, to her amazement, amounted to one hundred and ninety pounds, and not a carpet, curtain, or bed amongst the lot. Then there was the carriage home from the auction-room, an expense one avoids by buying at a shop, and the broker claimed his shilling in the pound. This, however, Staines refused. The man came and bl.u.s.tered. Rosa, who was there, trembled.
Then, for the first time, she saw her husband"s brow lower; he seemed transfigured, and looked terrible. "You scoundrel," said he, "you set another villain like yourself to bid against you, and you betrayed the innocent lady that employed you. I could indict you and your confederate for a conspiracy. I take the goods out of respect for my wife"s credit, but you shall gain nothing by swindling her. Be off, you heartless miscreant, or I"ll"--