"Pshaw!" exclaimed Ginger. "I thought you too knowin" a cove, Tinker, to be gulled by such an old vife"s story as that."
"Let"s have the old fellow in and talk to him," replied the Tinker.
"Here, lazy-bones," he added, rousing the sleeping youth, "go an" tell Old Parr ve vants his company over a gla.s.s o" rum-an"-vater."
CHAPTER III
THE HAND AND THE CLOAK
A furious barking from Mr. Ginger"s dogs, shortly after the departure of the drowsy youth, announced the approach of a grotesque-looking little personage, whose shoulders barely reached to a level with the top of the table. This was Old Parr. The dwarfs head was much too large for his body, as is mostly the case with undersized persons, and was covered with a forest of rusty black hair, protected by a strangely shaped seal-skin cap. His hands and feet were equally disproportioned to his frame, and his arms were so long that he could touch his ankles while standing upright. His spine was crookened, and his head appeared buried in his breast. The general character of his face seemed to appertain to the middle period of life; but a closer inspection enabled the beholder to detect in it marks of extreme old age. The nose was broad and flat, like that of an ourang-outang; the resemblance to which animal was heightened by a very long upper lip, projecting jaws, almost total absence of chin, and a retreating forehead. The little old man"s complexion was dull and swarthy, but his eyes were keen and sparkling.
His attire was as singular as his person. Having recently served as double to a famous demon-dwarf at the Surrey Theatre, he had become possessed of a cast-off pair of tawny tights, an elastic shirt of the same material and complexion, to the arms of which little green bat-like wings were attached, while a blood-red tunic with vand.y.k.e points was girded round his waist. In this strange apparel his diminutive limbs were encased, while additional warmth was afforded by the greatcoat already mentioned, the tails of which swept the floor after him like a train.
Having silenced his dogs with some difficulty, Mr. Ginger burst into a roar of laughter, excited by the little old man"s grotesque appearance, in which he was joined by the Tinker; but the Sandman never relaxed a muscle of his sullen countenance.
Their hilarity, however, was suddenly checked by an inquiry from the dwarf, in a shrill, odd tone, "Whether they had sent for him only to laugh at him?"
"Sartainly not, deputy," replied the Tinker. "Here, lazy-bones, gla.s.ses o" rum-an"-vater, all round."
The drowsy youth bestirred himself to execute the command. The spirit was brought; water was procured from the boiling copper; and the Tinker handed his guest a smoking rummer, accompanied with a polite request to make himself comfortable.
Opposite the table at which the party were seated, it has been said, was a staircase--old and crazy, and but imperfectly protected by a broken hand-rail. Midway up it stood a door equally dilapidated, but secured by a chain and lock, of which Old Parr, as deputy-chamberlain, kept the key. Beyond this point the staircase branched off on the right, and a row of stout wooden banisters, ranged like the feet of so many cattle, was visible from beneath. Ultimately, the staircase reached a small gallery, if such a name can be applied to a narrow pa.s.sage communicating with the bedrooms, the doors of which, as a matter of needful precaution, were locked outside; and as the windows were grated, no one could leave his chamber without the knowledge of the landlord or his representative. No lights were allowed in the bedrooms, nor in the pa.s.sage adjoining them.
Conciliated by the Tinker"s offering, Old Parr mounted the staircase, and planting himself near the door, took off his greatcoat, and sat down upon it. His impish garb being thus more fully displayed, he looked so unearthly and extraordinary that the dogs began to howl fearfully, and Ginger had enough to do to quiet them.
Silence being at length restored, the Tinker, winking slyly at his companions, opened the conversation.
"I say, deputy," he observed, "ve"ve bin havin" a bit o" a dispute vich you can settle for us."
"Well, let"s see," squeaked the dwarf. "What is it?"
"Vy, it"s relative to your age," rejoined the Tinker. "Ven wos you born?"
"It"s so long ago, I can"t recollect," returned Old Parr rather sulkily.
"You must ha" seen some changes in your time?" resumed the Tinker, waiting till the little old man had made some progress with his grog.
"I rayther think I have--a few," replied Old Parr, whose tongue the generous liquid had loosened. "I"ve seen this great city of London pulled down, and built up again--if that"s anything. I"ve seen it grow, and grow, till it has reached its present size. You"ll scarcely believe me, when I tell you, that I recollect this Rookery of ours--this foul vagabond neighbourhood--an open country field, with hedges round it, and trees. And a lovely spot it was. Broad Saint Giles"s, at the time I speak of, was a little country village, consisting of a few straggling houses standing by the roadside, and there wasn"t a single habitation between it and Convent Garden (for so the present market was once called); while that garden, which was fenced round with pales, like a park, extended from Saint Martin"s Lane to Drury House, a great mansion situated on the easterly side of Drury Lane, amid a grove of beautiful timber."
"My eyes!" cried Ginger, with a prolonged whistle; "the place must be preciously transmogrified indeed!"
"If I were to describe the changes that have taken place in London since I"ve known it, I might go on talking for a month," pursued Old Parr.
"The whole aspect of the place is altered. The Thames itself is unlike the Thames of old. Its waters were once as clear and bright above London Bridge as they are now at Kew or Richmond; and its banks, from Whitefriars to Scotland Yard, were edged with gardens. And then the thousand gay wherries and gilded barges that covered its bosom--all are gone--all are gone!"
"Those must ha" been nice times for the jolly young vatermen vich at Black friars wos used for to ply," chanted the Tinker; "but the steamers has put their noses out o" joint."
"True," replied Old Parr; "and I, for one, am sorry for it. Remembering, as I do, what the river used to be when enlightened by gay craft and merry company, I can"t help wishing its waters less muddy, and those ugly coal-barges, lighters, and steamers away. London is a mighty city, wonderful to behold and examine, inexhaustible in its wealth and power; but in point of beauty it is not to be compared with the city of Queen Bess"s days. You should have seen the Strand then--a line of n.o.blemen"s houses--and as to Lombard Street and Gracechurch Street, with their wealthy goldsmiths" shops--but I don"t like to think of "em."
"Vell, I"m content vith Lunnun as it is," replied the Tinker, ""specially as there ain"t much chance o" the ould city bein" rewived."
"Not much," replied the dwarf, finishing his gla.s.s, which was replenished at a sign from the Tinker.
"I s"pose, my wenerable, you"ve seen the king as bequeathed his name to these pretty creaters," said Ginger, raising his coat-pockets, so as to exhibit the heads of the two little black-and-tan spaniels.
"What! old Rowley?" cried the dwarf--"often. I was page to his favourite mistress, the d.u.c.h.ess of Cleveland, and I have seen him a hundred times with a pack of dogs of that description at his heels."
"Old Rowley wos a king arter my own "art," said Ginger, rising and lighting a pipe at the fire. "He loved the femi-_nine_ specious as well as the ca-_nine_ specious. Can you tell us anythin" more about him?"
"Not now," replied Old Parr. "I"ve seen so much, and heard so much, that my brain is quite addled. My memory sometimes deserts me altogether, and my past life appears like a dream. Imagine what my feelings must be, to walk through streets, still called by the old names, but in other respects wholly changed. Oh! if you could but have a glimpse of Old London, you would not be able to endure the modern city. The very atmosphere was different from that which we now breathe, charged with the smoke of myriads of sea-coal fires; and the old picturesque houses had a charm about them, which the present habitations, however commodious, altogether want."
"You talk like one o" them smart chaps they calls, and werry properly, penny-a-liars," observed Ginger. "But you make me long to ha" lived i"
those times."
"If you _had_ lived in them, you would have belonged to Paris Garden, or the bull-baiting and bear-baiting houses in Southwark," replied Old Parr. "I"ve seen fellows just like you at each of those places. Strange, though times and fashions change, men continue the same. I often meet a face that I can remember in James the First"s time. But the old places are gone--clean gone!"
"Accordin" to your own showin", my wenerable friend, you must ha" lived uppards o" two hundred and seventy year," said Ginger, a.s.suming a consequential manner. "Now, doorin" all that time, have you never felt inclined to kick the bucket?"
"Not the least," replied Old Parr. "My bodily health has been excellent.
But, as I have just said, my intellects are a little impaired."
"Not a little, I should think," replied Ginger, hemming significantly.
"I don"t know vether you"re a deceivin" of us or yourself, my wenerable; but von thing"s quite clear--you _can"t_ have lived all that time. It"s not in nater."
"Very well, then--I haven"t," said Old Parr.
And he finished his rum-and-water, and set down the gla.s.s, which was instantly filled again by the drowsy youth.
"You"ve seen some picters o" Old Lunnon, and they"ve haanted you in your dreams, till you"ve begun to fancy you lived in those times," said Ginger.
"Very likely," replied Old Parr--"very likely."
There was something, however, in his manner calculated to pique the dog-fancier"s curiosity.
"How comes it," he said, stretching out his legs, and arranging his neckcloth,--"how comes it, if you"ve lived so long, that you ain"t higher up in the stirrups--better off, as folks say?"
The dwarf made no reply, but covering his face with his hands, seemed a prey to deep emotion. After a few moments" pause, Ginger repeated the question.
"If you won"t believe what I tell you, it"s useless to give an answer,"
said Old Parr, somewhat gruffly.
"Oh yes, _I_ believe you, deputy," observed the Tinker, "and so does the Sandman."
"Well, then," replied the dwarf, "I"ll tell you how it comes to pa.s.s.
Fate has been against me. I"ve had plenty of chances, but I never could get on. I"ve been in a hundred different walks of life, but they always led down hill. It"s my destiny."