"No! There"s no way out of it, Mr. Wickfield, sir," observed Uriah, "when it"s got to this."
"--that I did," said Mr. Wickfield, glancing helplessly and distractedly at his partner, "that I did doubt her, and think her wanting in her duty to you; and that I did sometimes, if I must say all, feel averse to Agnes being in such a familiar relation towards her, as to see what I saw, or in my diseased theory fancied that I saw. I never mentioned this to anyone. I never meant it to be known to anyone. And though it is terrible to you to hear," said Mr. Wickfield, quite subdued, "if you knew how terrible it is for me to tell, you would feel compa.s.sion for me!"
The Doctor, in the perfect goodness of his nature, put out his hand. Mr.
Wickfield held it for a little while in his, with his head bowed down.
"I am sure," said Uriah, writhing himself into the silence like a Conger-eel, "that this is a subject full of unpleasantness to everybody.
But since we have got so far, I ought to take the liberty of mentioning that Copperfield has noticed it too."
I turned upon him, and asked him how he dared refer to me!
"Oh! it"s very kind of you, Copperfield," returned Uriah, undulating all over, "and we all know what an amiable character yours is; but you know that the moment I spoke to you the other night, you knew what I meant.
You know you knew what I meant, Copperfield. Don"t deny it! You deny it with the best intentions; but don"t do it, Copperfield."
I saw the mild eye of the good old Doctor turned upon me for a moment, and I felt that the confession of my old misgivings and remembrances was too plainly written in my face to be overlooked. It was of no use raging. I could not undo that. Say what I would, I could not unsay it.
We were silent again, and remained so, until the Doctor rose and walked twice or thrice across the room. Presently he returned to where his chair stood; and, leaning on the back of it, and occasionally putting his handkerchief to his eyes, with a simple honesty that did him more honour, to my thinking, than any disguise he could have effected, said:
"I have been much to blame. I believe I have been very much to blame.
I have exposed one whom I hold in my heart, to trials and aspersions--I call them aspersions, even to have been conceived in anybody"s inmost mind--of which she never, but for me, could have been the object."
Uriah Heep gave a kind of snivel. I think to express sympathy.
"Of which my Annie," said the Doctor, "never, but for me, could have been the object. Gentlemen, I am old now, as you know; I do not feel, tonight, that I have much to live for. But my life--my Life--upon the truth and honour of the dear lady who has been the subject of this conversation!"
I do not think that the best embodiment of chivalry, the realization of the handsomest and most romantic figure ever imagined by painter, could have said this, with a more impressive and affecting dignity than the plain old Doctor did.
"But I am not prepared," he went on, "to deny--perhaps I may have been, without knowing it, in some degree prepared to admit--that I may have unwittingly ensnared that lady into an unhappy marriage. I am a man quite unaccustomed to observe; and I cannot but believe that the observation of several people, of different ages and positions, all too plainly tending in one direction (and that so natural), is better than mine."
I had often admired, as I have elsewhere described, his benignant manner towards his youthful wife; but the respectful tenderness he manifested in every reference to her on this occasion, and the almost reverential manner in which he put away from him the lightest doubt of her integrity, exalted him, in my eyes, beyond description.
"I married that lady," said the Doctor, "when she was extremely young. I took her to myself when her character was scarcely formed. So far as it was developed, it had been my happiness to form it. I knew her father well. I knew her well. I had taught her what I could, for the love of all her beautiful and virtuous qualities. If I did her wrong; as I fear I did, in taking advantage (but I never meant it) of her grat.i.tude and her affection; I ask pardon of that lady, in my heart!"
He walked across the room, and came back to the same place; holding the chair with a grasp that trembled, like his subdued voice, in its earnestness.
"I regarded myself as a refuge, for her, from the dangers and vicissitudes of life. I persuaded myself that, unequal though we were in years, she would live tranquilly and contentedly with me. I did not shut out of my consideration the time when I should leave her free, and still young and still beautiful, but with her judgement more matured--no, gentlemen--upon my truth!"
His homely figure seemed to be lightened up by his fidelity and generosity. Every word he uttered had a force that no other grace could have imparted to it.
"My life with this lady has been very happy. Until tonight, I have had uninterrupted occasion to bless the day on which I did her great injustice."
His voice, more and more faltering in the utterance of these words, stopped for a few moments; then he went on:
"Once awakened from my dream--I have been a poor dreamer, in one way or other, all my life--I see how natural it is that she should have some regretful feeling towards her old companion and her equal. That she does regard him with some innocent regret, with some blameless thoughts of what might have been, but for me, is, I fear, too true. Much that I have seen, but not noted, has come back upon me with new meaning, during this last trying hour. But, beyond this, gentlemen, the dear lady"s name never must be coupled with a word, a breath, of doubt."
For a little while, his eye kindled and his voice was firm; for a little while he was again silent. Presently, he proceeded as before:
"It only remains for me, to bear the knowledge of the unhappiness I have occasioned, as submissively as I can. It is she who should reproach; not I. To save her from misconstruction, cruel misconstruction, that even my friends have not been able to avoid, becomes my duty. The more retired we live, the better I shall discharge it. And when the time comes--may it come soon, if it be His merciful pleasure!--when my death shall release her from constraint, I shall close my eyes upon her honoured face, with unbounded confidence and love; and leave her, with no sorrow then, to happier and brighter days."
I could not see him for the tears which his earnestness and goodness, so adorned by, and so adorning, the perfect simplicity of his manner, brought into my eyes. He had moved to the door, when he added:
"Gentlemen, I have shown you my heart. I am sure you will respect it.
What we have said tonight is never to be said more. Wickfield, give me an old friend"s arm upstairs!"
Mr. Wickfield hastened to him. Without interchanging a word they went slowly out of the room together, Uriah looking after them.
"Well, Master Copperfield!" said Uriah, meekly turning to me. "The thing hasn"t took quite the turn that might have been expected, for the old Scholar--what an excellent man!--is as blind as a brickbat; but this family"s out of the cart, I think!"
I needed but the sound of his voice to be so madly enraged as I never was before, and never have been since.
"You villain," said I, "what do you mean by entrapping me into your schemes? How dare you appeal to me just now, you false rascal, as if we had been in discussion together?"
As we stood, front to front, I saw so plainly, in the stealthy exultation of his face, what I already so plainly knew; I mean that he forced his confidence upon me, expressly to make me miserable, and had set a deliberate trap for me in this very matter; that I couldn"t bear it. The whole of his lank cheek was invitingly before me, and I struck it with my open hand with that force that my fingers tingled as if I had burnt them.
He caught the hand in his, and we stood in that connexion, looking at each other. We stood so, a long time; long enough for me to see the white marks of my fingers die out of the deep red of his cheek, and leave it a deeper red.
"Copperfield," he said at length, in a breathless voice, "have you taken leave of your senses?"
"I have taken leave of you," said I, wresting my hand away. "You dog, I"ll know no more of you."
"Won"t you?" said he, constrained by the pain of his cheek to put his hand there. "Perhaps you won"t be able to help it. Isn"t this ungrateful of you, now?"
"I have shown you often enough," said I, "that I despise you. I have shown you now, more plainly, that I do. Why should I dread your doing your worst to all about you? What else do you ever do?"
He perfectly understood this allusion to the considerations that had hitherto restrained me in my communications with him. I rather think that neither the blow, nor the allusion, would have escaped me, but for the a.s.surance I had had from Agnes that night. It is no matter.
There was another long pause. His eyes, as he looked at me, seemed to take every shade of colour that could make eyes ugly.
"Copperfield," he said, removing his hand from his cheek, "you have always gone against me. I know you always used to be against me at Mr.
Wickfield"s."
"You may think what you like," said I, still in a towering rage. "If it is not true, so much the worthier you."
"And yet I always liked you, Copperfield!" he rejoined.
I deigned to make him no reply; and, taking up my hat, was going out to bed, when he came between me and the door.
"Copperfield," he said, "there must be two parties to a quarrel. I won"t be one."
"You may go to the devil!" said I.
"Don"t say that!" he replied. "I know you"ll be sorry afterwards. How can you make yourself so inferior to me, as to show such a bad spirit?
But I forgive you."
"You forgive me!" I repeated disdainfully.
"I do, and you can"t help yourself," replied Uriah. "To think of your going and attacking me, that have always been a friend to you! But there can"t be a quarrel without two parties, and I won"t be one. I will be a friend to you, in spite of you. So now you know what you"ve got to expect."
The necessity of carrying on this dialogue (his part in which was very slow; mine very quick) in a low tone, that the house might not be disturbed at an unseasonable hour, did not improve my temper; though my pa.s.sion was cooling down. Merely telling him that I should expect from him what I always had expected, and had never yet been disappointed in, I opened the door upon him, as if he had been a great walnut put there to be cracked, and went out of the house. But he slept out of the house too, at his mother"s lodging; and before I had gone many hundred yards, came up with me.