Between the Dark and the Daylight.
by Richard Marsh.
My Aunt"s Excursion
"Thomas," observed my aunt, as she entered the room, "I have taken you by surprise."
She had. Hamlet could scarcely have been more surprised at the appearance of the ghost of his father. I had supposed that she was in the wilds of Cornwall. She glanced at the table at which I had been seated.
"What are you doing?--having your breakfast?"
I perceived, from the way in which she used her gla.s.ses, and the marked manner in which she paused, that she considered the hour an uncanonical one for such a meal. I retained some fragments of my presence of mind.
"The fact is, my dear aunt, that I was at work a little late last night, and this morning I find myself with a trifling headache."
"Then a holiday will do you good."
I agreed with her. I never knew an occasion on which I felt that it would not.
"I shall be only too happy to avail myself of the opportunity afforded by your unexpected presence to relax for a time, the strain of my curriculum of studies. May I hope, my dear aunt, that you propose to stay with me at least a month?"
"I return to-night."
"To-night! When did you come?"
"This morning."
"From Cornwall?"
"From Lostwithiel. An excursion left Lostwithiel shortly after midnight, and returns again at midnight to-day, thus giving fourteen hours in London for ten shillings. I resolved to take advantage of the occasion, and to give some of my poorer neighbours, who had never even been as far as Plymouth in their lives, a glimpse of some of the sights of the Great City. Here they are--I filled a compartment with them.
There are nine."
There were nine--and they were about the most miscellaneous-looking nine I ever saw. I had wondered what they meant by coming with my aunt into my sitting-room. Now, if anything, I wondered rather more. She proceeded to introduce them individually--not by any means by name only.
"This is John Eva. He is eighty-two and slightly deaf. Good gracious, man! don"t stand there shuffling, with your back against the wall: sit down somewhere, do. This is Mrs. Penna, sixty-seven, and a little lame.
I believe you"re eating peppermints again. I told you, Mrs. Penna, that I can"t stand the odour, and I can"t. This is her grandson, Stephen Treen, aged nine. He cried in the train."
My aunt shook her finger at Stephen Treen, in an admonitory fashion, which bade fair, from the look of him, to cause an immediate renewal of his sorrows.
"This is Matthew Holman, a converted drunkard who has been the worst character in the parish. But we are hoping better things of him now."
Matthew Holman grinned, as if he were not certain that the hope was mutual, "This is Jane, and this is Ellen, two maids of mine. They are good girls, in their way, but stupid. You will have to keep your eye on them, or they will lose themselves the first chance they get." I was not amazed, as I glanced in their direction, to perceive that Jane and Ellen blushed.
"This," went on my aunt, and into her voice there came a sort of awful dignity, "is Daniel Dyer, I believe that he kissed Ellen in a tunnel."
"Please ma"am," cried Ellen, and her manner bore the hall-mark of truth, "it wasn"t me, that I"m sure."
"Then it was Jane--which does not alter the case in the least." In saying this, it seemed to me that, from Ellen"s point of view, my aunt was illogical. "I am not certain that I ought to have brought him with us; but, since I have, we must make the best of it. I only hope that he will not kiss young women when he is in the streets with me."
I also hoped, in the privacy of my own breast, that he would not kiss young women while he was in the streets with me--at least, when it remained broad day.
"This," continued my aunt, leaving Daniel Dyer buried in the depths of confusion, and Jane on the verge of tears, "is Sammy Trevenna, the parish idiot. I brought him, trusting that the visit would tend to sharpen his wits, and at the same time, teach him the difference between right and wrong. You will have, also, to keep an eye upon Sammy. I regret to say that he is addicted to picking and stealing.
Sammy, where is the address card which I gave you?"
Sammy--who looked his character, every inch of it!--was a lanky, shambling youth, apparently eighteen or nineteen years old. He fumbled in his pockets.
"I"ve lost it," he sn.i.g.g.e.red.
"I thought so. That is the third you have lost since we started. Here is another. I will pin it to your coat; then when you are lost, someone will be able to understand who you are. Last, but not least, Thomas, this is Mr. Poltifen. Although this is his first visit to London, he has read a great deal about the Great Metropolis. He has brought a few books with him, from which he proposes to read selections, at various points in our peregrinations, bearing upon the sights we are seeing, in order that instruction may be blended with our entertainment."
Mr. Poltifen was a short, thick-set individual, with that in his appearance which was suggestive of pugnacity, an iron-grey, scrubby beard, and a pair of spectacles--probably something superior in the cobbling line. He had about a dozen books fastened together in a leather strap, among them being--as, before the day was finished, I had good reason to be aware--a "History of London," in seven volumes.
"Mr. Poltifen," observed my aunt, waving her hand towards the gentleman referred to, "represents, in our party, the quality of intelligent interest."
Mr. Poltifen settled his gla.s.ses on his nose and glared at me as if he dared me to deny it. Nothing could have been further from my mind.
"Sammy," exclaimed my aunt, "sit still. How many times have I to request you not to shuffle?"
Sammy was rubbing his knees together in a fashion the like of which I had never seen before. When he was addressed, he drew the back of his hand across his mouth, and he sn.i.g.g.e.red. I felt that he was the sort of youth anyone would have been glad to show round town.
My aunt took a sheet of paper from her hand-bag.
"This is the outline programme we have drawn up. We have, of course, the whole day in front of us, and I have jotted down the names of some of the more prominent places of interest which we wish to see." She began to read: "The Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, Woolwich a.r.s.enal, the National Gallery, British Museum, South Kensington Museum, the Natural History Museum, the Zoological Gardens, Kew Gardens, Greenwich Hospital, Westminster Abbey, the Albert Memorial, the Houses of Parliament, the Monument, the Marble Arch, the Bank of England, the Thames Embankment, Billingsgate Fish Market, Covent Garden Market, the Meat Market, some of the birthplaces of famous persons, some of the scenes mentioned in Charles d.i.c.kens"s novels--during the winter we had a lecture in the schoolroom on Charles d.i.c.kens"s London; it aroused great interest--and the Courts of Justice. And we should like to finish up at the Crystal Palace. We should like to hear any suggestions you would care to make which would tend to alteration or improvement--only, I may observe, that we are desirous of reaching the Crystal Palace as early in the day as possible, as it is there we propose to have our midday meal." I had always been aware that my aunt"s practical knowledge of London was but slight, but I had never realised how slight until that moment. "Our provisions we have brought with us. Each person has a meat pasty, a potato pasty, a jam pasty, and an apple pasty, so that all we shall require will be water."
This explained the small brown-paper parcel which each member of the party was dangling by a string.
"And you propose to consume this--little provision at the Crystal Palace, after visiting these other places?" My aunt inclined her head.
I took the sheet of paper from which she had been reading. "May I ask how you propose to get from place to place?"
"Well, Thomas, that is the point. I have made myself responsible for the entire charge, so I would wish to keep down expenses. We should like to walk as much as possible."
"If you walk from Woolwich a.r.s.enal to the Zoological Gardens, and from the Zoological Gardens to Kew Gardens, you will walk as far as possible--and rather more."
Something in my tone seemed to cause a shadow to come over my aunt"s face.
"How far is it?"
"About fourteen or fifteen miles. I have never walked it myself, you understand, so the estimate is a rough one."
I felt that this was not an occasion on which it was necessary to be over-particular as to a yard or so.
"So much as that? I had no idea it was so far. Of course, walking is out of the question. How would a van do?"
"A what?"
"A van. One of those vans in which, I understand, children go for treats. How much would they charge, now, for one which would hold the whole of us?"
"I haven"t the faintest notion, aunt. Would you propose to go in a van to all these places?" I motioned towards the sheet of paper. She nodded. "I have never, you understand, done this sort of thing in a van, but I imagine that the kind of vehicle you suggest, with one pair of horses, to do the entire round would take about three weeks."