But now. Ah me, they have heaped up riches for me, and who shall come to enjoy them?
Just as I was warming to this subject, gushing along in a fine vein of that compa.s.sion which alone of soft emotions we find it no duty to wrestle with, I mean of course self-pity--in came Mrs. Fletcher, suddenly, and in anger.
"Well, Miss Clara," she exclaimed, throwing down her parcel, "so this is London, is it?"
"To be sure, Mrs. Fletcher. What objection have you to make to it?"
"No objection, Miss, only this, that if ever I seen a set of countrified folk, the Londoners are them. Why the commonest of our kitchen-maids would be ashamed to talk so broad, and to dress so contemptuous. And here I went half a mile to buy boots, real London-made; and trees all along by the side of the road, and pots on the shelves of the windows.
I never, if Gloucester don"t look much more like a town."
As Mrs. Fletcher did not tell a story with the Herodotean vivacity of Tim Badc.o.c.k, I will render her facts in my own unpretending version, premising only that she had taken the farmer and Sally for specimens of the true c.o.c.kney; a bit of saltatory reasoning of which she has not heard (and perhaps never will hear) the last. While then the worthy housekeeper was driving a slow but shrewd bargain, in a smart shop by the Broadway, taking the boots to the sunshine, to pick clever holes in the st.i.tching, she observed a diminutive boy, of the genuine shoe-black order, encamping in a bight or back-eddy of pavement, just at the side of the door. This little fellow was uniformed, or rather multi-coloured, in gold, and red, and green. His cap was scarlet, and edged with gold twist; his tunic red, and his ap.r.o.n of very bright green baize. On his cap, and on one shoulder, appeared his number, 32, in figures of bra.s.s, an inch and a half in length. Strapped on his back he carried an oblong block of wood, like a great club-foot, and nearly as large as himself. This he deposited, with elaborate fuss, on the curb of the inner pavement, which terraced some inches above the true thoroughfare. A blacking-jar hung at one end of his block; from a drawer below he pulled out three well-worn brushes, and began to hiss and to work away, in double quick time, with both hands, at some boot projected towards him on the delicate foot of fancy. As he grew warm at his work, with one sharp eye all the while looking out for a genial pa.s.senger, there slowly came straggling towards him a bevy quite fresh from Arcadia. First, in treble importance walked, impressively rolling and leering around, Hermes, Pan, and the owl of Pallas, combined in one Ebenezer Dawe. His eyes, never too co-operative, roved away upon either side, in quest of intelligence, which they received with a blink that meant, "Pooh, don"t I know it?" With occasional jerks of his lank right arm, he was dragging along, like a saw through a knot, the st.u.r.dy, tight-b.u.t.toned, and close-p.r.o.nged form of our little Jack. Jack was arrayed in a black wide-awake, with blue ribbons, and a bran-new suit of broad-furrowed corduroy, made of nights by his mother and Suke, and turned out with countless pockets, each having three broad b.u.t.tons, to foil the London thieves. In one of these pockets, the trouser one I do believe, in spite of all Sally had taught him, he was now c.h.i.n.king, to the creak of the corduroys, his last-abiding halfpence, and lagging heavily on the poet"s arm, he cast fond glances at a pile of glorious peg-tops. Sticking her toes into little Jack"s heels, to kick anybody that dared to steal him, came my little Sally, all fire, and wonder, and self-a.s.sertion, towing her mighty father along, like a gra.s.shopper leading an ox. At times she strove to drag him towards the finery of the windows, and paid very little heed to his placid protestations.
"Walk fitty, my dear; walk as you ought to do, my dear. Oh fai! oh fai!
Whatever wull they Lunnoners think of Davonsheer, if they zees you agooin on laike this here? There, dang that Beany Dawe; blest if I baint a toornin Pout too. Coomth of larnin to wraite, I reckon." The farmer"s pockets were crammed with circulars, handbills, and puffs of every description, which he received from all who offered, and was saving them all for his wife.
"Clean your boots, my gentleman," cried a little shrill voice; "clean both your boots for a halfpenny. Never say die, Sir; polish "em bright till the cat at home won"t know them. Three-fardings-worth of blacking, and a penny in skill and labour, and all for the laughable sum of one half-penny. Pure satisfaction guaranteed, or the whole of the money returned. Up with your foot, my gentleman!"
The farmer pulled up suddenly, for fear of walking over him, as the boy, despising Beany Dawe, had dashed in between Jack and Sally, and danced before Mr. Huxtable. His brushes were whisking about, like b.u.mble-bees roughly disturbed, and already menaced the drab of the Sunday fustian gaiters.
"Zober now," cried the farmer, who could not believe that he was addressed, having never dreamed, in his most ambitious moments (if any such he had), of ever being called a gentleman, "zober now, wull"e.
Where bee"st gooin to, thou little hosebird; be they your Lunnon-town manners? Lat alo-un, I zay; lat alo-un now, wull "e?"--as the boy got more and more tentative--"Heart alaive, cant e zee, they be my Zunday gaiters? Oh, if my missus wor here! And "e bain"t more nor naine year old! Wull, wull, where ever do "e goo to schoull?"
"Hinst.i.tooshun 66. No children or females admitted. Up with your foot, old bloke! Do the young uns and tootor half-price. Just two minutes to spare, till the Dook of Cambridge"s turn. Great Exhibition polish, and all to encourage the fine arts."
The good farmer was lost beyond hope, in the mult.i.tude of subjects pressed all of a pulp on his slow understanding; nevertheless, he had presence of mind to feel first for his watch and his money, and then for the best pocket-handkerchief st.i.tched into the crown of his hat; meanwhile the boy got hold of one foot, and began to turn up his gaiters. Then Sally and little Jack rushed to the rescue, and Jack punched the boy in the face, while Beany Dawe looked on with a grin of broad experience. But in spite of all aid, the farmer began to collapse before his mosquito enemy; when luckily three giant Life-guards (for a crowd was now collected) opened their mouths, like the ends of a monkey-fur m.u.f.f, in a round and loud guffaw, with a very coa.r.s.e sneer at poor Sally. The farmer looked at them in much amazement; then his perplexity went like a cloud, and his face shone with something to do, as he gave Sally his hat to hold. Till now all the mockers had been too small for him anyhow to fall foul of. Ere the echo of laughter was over, the three dandy Lifeguards lay on their backs in the mud, with their striped legs erect in the air, like the rods of a railway surveyor. The crowd fell back headlong, as if from a plunging horse, then laughed at the fallen and with the conqueror. Even the boy was humility multiplied into servility.
"Wutt be up to, arl on "e?" asked the farmer, replacing his hat; "cas"n none on "e lat a pacible chap alo-un? And wutt will they chillers think as coom here to get example? Why, Beany, if us had knowed this, us would have brought Bill constable with us, ees fai. Now "e don"t know nothing about it"--he remonstrated with the admiring mult.i.tude--"one o"
them dree worn"t throw handsome laike, ony dree pins, I tull "e. But us"ll do it over again, if he claimeth it. Can"t do nothing vitty, zin I laved my missus at home. But her wadn"t coom, G.o.d knows." These last two remarks were addressed to himself, but the crowd had full benefit of them. "Worn"t "e axing of lave, two or dree minutes agone, little chap with the brisk there, to tend my b.u.t.ts, and tuk it amost wiout axing?
Us be bound laike to stap here now till us zees if them "lisher men feels up for any moor plai. Do as "e plase, little chap, zoon as Sally hath toorned my best gaiters up, if her bain"t too grand in Lunnon."
With bright ribbons fluttering and finery flapping about her, poor Sally knelt down in a moment to work at the muddy fustian: but her father would not allow it, he had only wished to try her; so he caught her up with one hand, and kissed her, and I think, from what Mrs. Fletcher said, he must have given her sixpence at least.
It is needless to say that, although the boy worked with both hands in the most conscientious manner, the farmer"s boots defied him.
Neats"-foot oil, and tallow, and beeswax held their own against Day and Martin. "Coom, little chap," said Mr. Huxtable, kindly, "thee hast dooed thy very best, but our Zuke will have the laugh of thee. Tache thee perhaps it wull to be zoberer next taime, and not be quite so peart to do a dale more nor thee can do. But thee hast used more ink than ai wud over two copies. Here be a groat for the Exhibition polish."
In this little episode, as will be manifest, Sally has helped me more than Mrs. Fletcher. But now, to return to my narrative.
Almost directly after the housekeeper left me, Patty came trotting in with a large white breakfast-cup full of most powerful tea. I cannot help thinking that the little woman put some brandy in it, or allowed Mrs. Fletcher, who trusted much in that cordial, to do so; but they stoutly deny the charge, and declare that there was only a pinch of gunpowder. Whatever it was, being parched with thirst, I swallowed without tasting it, and the effect upon my jaded brain was immediate and amazing. All self-pity was gone; and self-admiration, and haughty courage succeeded. Was I, Clara Vaughan, who had groped and grubbed for years to find the hole of a blasting snake, and had now got my hand upon it, was I to start back and turn pale at his hiss, and say, "G.o.d speed you and polish your skin. Give me your slough for a keepsake?" Would I not rather seize the incarnate devil, trample his spine, and make his tongue sputter in dust? In a moment my cloak and hat were on again; I scarcely looked at the gla.s.s, but felt the hot flush on my cheeks, as I lightly skipped down the stairs, and silently left the house. What to do next I knew not, nor asked, but flew headlong before the impulse, to lift and confront--as is my nature--the danger that lay before me. As I glided along, I was conscious of one thing, the people in the street turned in surprise to watch me. As if by instinct, I hurried straight to Lucas Street, my courage mounting higher and higher as I neared the accursed threshold. Balaam and Balak stood at the bar of a tavern which commanded a view of the street, but were much too busy with beer to see me pa.s.sing so swiftly. Loudly I rang the bell of No. 37; the figures were bright on the door, and looking narrowly, I perceived the old No.
19, more by the lines than the colour.
Old Cora came as usual; but started at seeing me, and turned as pale as death.
"Is your master within?" I could not use his false name.
"Yes, Meesa, but you not see him now."
"Dare you to disobey Our Lady"s heart?" And I held my gordit before her. She cowered with one knee on the mat and kissed it; then led me into the presence of Lepardo Della Croce.
CHAPTER VIII.
It was a dark and gloomy room, with three high, narrow windows. Cora departed hastily, frightened at what she had done. In a recess at the farther end, before a chest of black bog-oak, sat the man I sought. The crowning moment of my life was come. All rehearsals went for nothing: the strongest feeling of my heart was scorn, cold, unfathomable scorn.
To show myself well, I took off my hat, and advanced in my haughtiest manner.
As he turned his head, I saw that his mood was blacker than the oak before him. Some dark memorials perhaps were there; hastily and heavily he flung down the lid, as I walked with even steps towards him.
"Ah! Miss Valence! The young lady that paints. I feared that you were lost to London; for now-a-days the pursuit of the fine arts requires either genius, or fashion, at any rate the latter most, to be at all remunerative. May I show you the way to the drawing-room? I have not often the honour of receiving visitors here. But I think you know how entirely I am the slave of young ladies, Miss Valence." And he held out his delicate hand.
"Lepardo Della Croce, my name is not Valence. I am Clara Vaughan, the only child of him whom in his sleep you murdered."
He turned not pale, but livid. His jaunty nonsense was gone in a moment. He quailed from my dark eyes, and fell upon a chair. For one minute there he crouched, and dared not meet my gaze; every fibre of his flesh was quivering. It was not shame that cowed him, but the prostration of amazement.
Suddenly he leaped upright, and met me eye to eye. Then I saw that his pupils turned towards each other, as my uncle had described. I neither spoke, nor allowed my gaze to falter. Every nerve and cord of my frame was tense, and rigid, and rooted. To him I must have seemed the embodiment of revenge.
At last he spoke, very slowly, and in words that trembled.
"You have no right to judge me by your English notions. You do not understand me."
"I judge you not at all. G.o.d shall judge and smite you. In cold blood you murdered a man who never wronged you."
"What!" he burst forth in a blaze of triumph, "no wrong to steal my lovely bride, and my n.o.ble inheritance, to debauch the purest blood of Corsica by a prost.i.tute wedding; no wrong to strike me senseless! Even your nation of policemen would call this rather initiative."
"The man you stole upon in his sleep had never seen or heard of you, had never been in Corsica."
"What?" His teeth struck together like fire-tongs badly jointed, and he could not part them.
"It is true. I regret to inform you that you must go to h.e.l.l for nothing. You could not even murder the right man."
"Tell me."
"Like a coward as you are, you crawled, and lurked, and lied; you spent what little mind you have in securing a baby"s blow, you crouched among old clothes and bed-ticks, and behind the housemaid"s flask; and you went away exulting in your b.l.o.o.d.y soul, over what? the wrong man"s murder."
"Can it be?"
"Not only this, but you enriched and brought into high position the man you meant to kill. He became the lord of his half-brother"s lands, and now is wealthy and happy, and the children you stole will help him to laugh at your Vendetta."
"Wait a little."
"Cats and small dogs you can carve alive, when a woman has strapped them down for you, and the poor things are trying to lick you. But as for midnight murder, however sound your victims sleep, you have not nerve enough. You quake and quiver so that you know not a dark man from a fair. Clever, don"t you think? Particularly for a Professor."
I saw that my contempt was curling round him like a knout; so I gave him a little more of it.
"Of course we could not expect you to meet your foe like a man. Even were you a worthy sample of your sneaking race, you never could do that.
Too wholesome memory of the English blow between your quailing eyes. I am pleased to see you fumbling clumsily for your dagger. Who knows but what you are fool enough even to have some self-respect?"
A black tint darted beneath his skin, as if his heart were a cuttle-fish. Had I taken my eyes from him, he would have stabbed me.