Wickfield, not without a glance at Uriah for his approval.
"Is there room for me?" said I.
"I am sure, Master Copperfield--I should say Mister, but the other comes so natural," said Uriah,--"I would turn out of your old room with pleasure, if it would be agreeable."
"No, no," said Mr. Wickfield. "Why should you be inconvenienced? There"s another room. There"s another room." "Oh, but you know," returned Uriah, with a grin, "I should really be delighted!"
To cut the matter short, I said I would have the other room or none at all; so it was settled that I should have the other room; and, taking my leave of the firm until dinner, I went upstairs again.
I had hoped to have no other companion than Agnes. But Mrs. Heep had asked permission to bring herself and her knitting near the fire, in that room; on pretence of its having an aspect more favourable for her rheumatics, as the wind then was, than the drawing-room or dining-parlour. Though I could almost have consigned her to the mercies of the wind on the topmost pinnacle of the Cathedral, without remorse, I made a virtue of necessity, and gave her a friendly salutation.
"I"m umbly thankful to you, sir," said Mrs. Heep, in acknowledgement of my inquiries concerning her health, "but I"m only pretty well. I haven"t much to boast of. If I could see my Uriah well settled in life, I couldn"t expect much more I think. How do you think my Ury looking, sir?"
I thought him looking as villainous as ever, and I replied that I saw no change in him.
"Oh, don"t you think he"s changed?" said Mrs. Heep. "There I must umbly beg leave to differ from you. Don"t you see a thinness in him?"
"Not more than usual," I replied.
"Don"t you though!" said Mrs. Heep. "But you don"t take notice of him with a mother"s eye!"
His mother"s eye was an evil eye to the rest of the world, I thought as it met mine, howsoever affectionate to him; and I believe she and her son were devoted to one another. It pa.s.sed me, and went on to Agnes.
"Don"t YOU see a wasting and a wearing in him, Miss Wickfield?" inquired Mrs. Heep.
"No," said Agnes, quietly pursuing the work on which she was engaged.
"You are too solicitous about him. He is very well."
Mrs. Heep, with a prodigious sniff, resumed her knitting.
She never left off, or left us for a moment. I had arrived early in the day, and we had still three or four hours before dinner; but she sat there, plying her knitting-needles as monotonously as an hour-gla.s.s might have poured out its sands. She sat on one side of the fire; I sat at the desk in front of it; a little beyond me, on the other side, sat Agnes. Whensoever, slowly pondering over my letter, I lifted up my eyes, and meeting the thoughtful face of Agnes, saw it clear, and beam encouragement upon me, with its own angelic expression, I was conscious presently of the evil eye pa.s.sing me, and going on to her, and coming back to me again, and dropping furtively upon the knitting. What the knitting was, I don"t know, not being learned in that art; but it looked like a net; and as she worked away with those Chinese chopsticks of knitting-needles, she showed in the firelight like an ill-looking enchantress, baulked as yet by the radiant goodness opposite, but getting ready for a cast of her net by and by.
At dinner she maintained her watch, with the same unwinking eyes. After dinner, her son took his turn; and when Mr. Wickfield, himself, and I were left alone together, leered at me, and writhed until I could hardly bear it. In the drawing-room, there was the mother knitting and watching again. All the time that Agnes sang and played, the mother sat at the piano. Once she asked for a particular ballad, which she said her Ury (who was yawning in a great chair) doted on; and at intervals she looked round at him, and reported to Agnes that he was in raptures with the music. But she hardly ever spoke--I question if she ever did--without making some mention of him. It was evident to me that this was the duty a.s.signed to her.
This lasted until bedtime. To have seen the mother and son, like two great bats hanging over the whole house, and darkening it with their ugly forms, made me so uncomfortable, that I would rather have remained downstairs, knitting and all, than gone to bed. I hardly got any sleep.
Next day the knitting and watching began again, and lasted all day.
I had not an opportunity of speaking to Agnes, for ten minutes. I could barely show her my letter. I proposed to her to walk out with me; but Mrs. Heep repeatedly complaining that she was worse, Agnes charitably remained within, to bear her company. Towards the twilight I went out by myself, musing on what I ought to do, and whether I was justified in withholding from Agnes, any longer, what Uriah Heep had told me in London; for that began to trouble me again, very much.
I had not walked out far enough to be quite clear of the town, upon the Ramsgate road, where there was a good path, when I was hailed, through the dust, by somebody behind me. The shambling figure, and the scanty great-coat, were not to be mistaken. I stopped, and Uriah Heep came up.
"Well?" said I.
"How fast you walk!" said he. "My legs are pretty long, but you"ve given "em quite a job."
"Where are you going?" said I.
"I am going with you, Master Copperfield, if you"ll allow me the pleasure of a walk with an old acquaintance." Saying this, with a jerk of his body, which might have been either propitiatory or derisive, he fell into step beside me.
"Uriah!" said I, as civilly as I could, after a silence.
"Master Copperfield!" said Uriah.
"To tell you the truth (at which you will not be offended), I came Out to walk alone, because I have had so much company."
He looked at me sideways, and said with his hardest grin, "You mean mother."
"Why yes, I do," said I.
"Ah! But you know we"re so very umble," he returned. "And having such a knowledge of our own umbleness, we must really take care that we"re not pushed to the wall by them as isn"t umble. All stratagems are fair in love, sir."
Raising his great hands until they touched his chin, he rubbed them softly, and softly chuckled; looking as like a malevolent baboon, I thought, as anything human could look.
"You see," he said, still hugging himself in that unpleasant way, and shaking his head at me, "you"re quite a dangerous rival, Master Copperfield. You always was, you know."
"Do you set a watch upon Miss Wickfield, and make her home no home, because of me?" said I.
"Oh! Master Copperfield! Those are very arsh words," he replied.
"Put my meaning into any words you like," said I. "You know what it is, Uriah, as well as I do."
"Oh no! You must put it into words," he said. "Oh, really! I couldn"t myself."
"Do you suppose," said I, constraining myself to be very temperate and quiet with him, on account of Agnes, "that I regard Miss Wickfield otherwise than as a very dear sister?"
"Well, Master Copperfield," he replied, "you perceive I am not bound to answer that question. You may not, you know. But then, you see, you may!"
Anything to equal the low cunning of his visage, and of his shadowless eyes without the ghost of an eyelash, I never saw.
"Come then!" said I. "For the sake of Miss Wickfield--"
"My Agnes!" he exclaimed, with a sickly, angular contortion of himself.
"Would you be so good as call her Agnes, Master Copperfield!"
"For the sake of Agnes Wickfield--Heaven bless her!"
"Thank you for that blessing, Master Copperfield!"he interposed.
"I will tell you what I should, under any other circ.u.mstances, as soon have thought of telling to--Jack Ketch."
"To who, sir?" said Uriah, stretching out his neck, and shading his ear with his hand.
"To the hangman," I returned. "The most unlikely person I could think of,"--though his own face had suggested the allusion quite as a natural sequence. "I am engaged to another young lady. I hope that contents you."
"Upon your soul?" said Uriah.
I was about indignantly to give my a.s.sertion the confirmation he required, when he caught hold of my hand, and gave it a squeeze.
"Oh, Master Copperfield!" he said. "If you had only had the condescension to return my confidence when I poured out the fulness of my art, the night I put you so much out of the way by sleeping before your sitting-room fire, I never should have doubted you. As it is, I"m sure I"ll take off mother directly, and only too appy. I know you"ll excuse the precautions of affection, won"t you? What a pity, Master Copperfield, that you didn"t condescend to return my confidence! I"m sure I gave you every opportunity. But you never have condescended to me, as much as I could have wished. I know you have never liked me, as I have liked you!"