The captain nodded. "And I"m not saying it"s not worth it," he said, "but I might be able to get it for you for six. You"d better leave it to me now."
Mr. Tredgold at first said he would have nothing more to do with it, but under the softening influence of a pipe and a gla.s.s was induced to reconsider his decision. Captain Brisket, waving farewells from the quay as they embarked on the ferryboat later on in the afternoon, bore in his pocket the cards of all three gentlemen, together with a commission entrusting him with the preliminary negotiations for the purchase of the Fair Emily.
CHAPTER IX
The church bells were ringing for morning service as Mr. Vickers, who had been for a stroll with Mr. William Russell and a couple of ferrets, returned home to breakfast. Contrary to custom, the small front room and the kitchen were both empty, and breakfast, with the exception of a cold herring and the bitter remains of a pot of tea, had been cleared away.
"I"ve known men afore now," murmured Mr. Vickers, eyeing the herring disdainfully, "as would take it by the tail and smack"em acrost the face with it."
He cut himself a slice of bread, and, pouring out a cup of cold tea, began his meal, ever and anon stopping to listen, with a puzzled face, to a continuous squeaking overhead. It sounded like several pairs of new boots all squeaking at once, but Mr. Vickers, who was a reasonable man and past the age of self-deception, sought for a more probable cause.
A particularly aggressive squeak detached itself from the others and sounded on the stairs. The resemblance to the noise made by new boots was stronger than ever. It was new boots. The door opened, and Mr.
Vickers, with a slice of bread arrested half-way to his mouth, sat gazing in astonishment at Charles Vickers, clad for the first time in his life in new raiment from top to toe. Ere he could voice inquiries, an avalanche of squeaks descended the stairs, and the rest of the children, all smartly clad, with Selina bringing up the rear, burst into the room.
"What is it?" demanded Mr. Vickers, in a voice husky with astonishment; "a bean-feast?"
Miss Vickers, who was doing up a glove which possessed more b.u.t.tons than his own waistcoat, looked up and eyed him calmly. "New clothes-and not before they wanted"em," she replied, tartly.
"New clothes?" repeated her father, in a scandalized voice. "Where"d they get"em?"
"Shop," said his daughter, briefly.
Mr. Vickers rose and, approaching his offspring, inspected them with the same interest that he would have bestowed upon a wax-works. A certain stiffness of pose combined with the gla.s.sy stare which met his gaze helped to favour the illusion.
"For once in their lives they"re respectable," said Selina, regarding them with moist eyes. "Soap and water they"ve always had, bless"em, but you"ve never seen"em dressed like this before."
Before Mr. Vickers could frame a reply a squeaking which put all the others in the shade sounded from above. It crossed the floor on hurried excursions to different parts of the room, and then, hesitating for a moment at the head of the stairs, came slowly and ponderously down until Mrs. Vickers, looking somewhat nervous, stood revealed before her expectant husband. In scornful surprise he gazed at a blue cloth dress, a black velvet cape trimmed with bugles, and a bonnet so aggressively new that it had not yet accommodated itself to Mrs. Vickers"s style of hair-dressing.
"Go on!" he breathed. "Go on! Don"t mind me. What, you-you-you"re not going to church?"
Mrs. Vickers glanced at the books in her hand-also new-and trembled.
"And why not?" demanded Selina. "Why shouldn"t we?"
Mr. Vickers took another amazed glance round and his brow darkened.
"Where did you get the money?" he inquired.
"Saved it," said his daughter, reddening despite herself.
"Saved it?" repeated the justly-astonished Mr. Vickers. "Saved it? Ah!
out of my money; out of the money I toil and moil for-out of the money that ought to be spent on food. No wonder you"re always complaining that it ain"t enough. I won"t "ave it, d"ye hear? I"ll have my rights; I"ll--"
"Don"t make so much noise," said his daughter, who was stooping down to ease one of Mrs. Vickers"s boots. "You would have fours, mother, and I told you what it would be."
"He said that I ought to wear threes by rights," said Mrs. Vickers; "I used to."
"And I s"pose," said Mr. Vickers, who had been listening to these remarks with considerable impatience-"I s"pose there"s a bran" new suit o" clothes, and a pair o" boots, and "arf-a-dozen shirts, and a new hat hid upstairs for me?"
"Yes, they"re hid all right," retorted the dutiful Miss Vickers. "You go upstairs and amuse yourself looking for"em. Go and have a game of "hot boiled beans" all by yourself."
"Why, you must have been stinting me for years," continued Mr. Vickers, examining the various costumes in detail. "This is what comes o" keeping quiet and trusting you-not but what I"ve "ad my suspicions. My own kids taking the bread out o" my mouth and buying boots with it; my own wife going about in a bonnet that"s took me weeks and weeks to earn."
His words fell on deaf ears. No adjutant getting his regiment ready for a march-past could have taken more trouble than Miss Vickers was taking at this moment over her small company. Caps were set straight and sleeves pulled down. Her face shone with pride and her eyes glistened as the small fry, discoursing in excited whispers, filed stiffly out.
A sudden cessation of gossip in neighbouring doorways testified to the impression made by their appearance. Past little startled groups the procession picked its way in squeaking pride, with Mrs. Vickers and Selina bringing up the rear. The children went by with little set, important faces; but Miss Vickers"s little bows and pleased smiles of recognition to acquaintances were so lady-like that several untidy matrons retired inside their houses to wrestle grimly with feelings too strong for outside display.
"Pack o" prancing peac.o.c.ks," said the unnatural Mr. Vickers, as the procession wound round the corner.
He stood looking vacantly up the street until the gathering excitement of his neighbours aroused new feelings. Vanity stirred within him, and leaning casually against the door-post he yawned and looked at the chimney-pots opposite. A neighbour in a pair of corduroy trousers, supported by one brace worn diagonally, shambled across the road.
"What"s up?" he inquired, with a jerk of the thumb in the direction of Mr. Vickers"s vanished family.
"Up?" repeated Mr. Vickers, with an air of languid surprise.
"Somebody died and left you a fortin?" inquired the other.
"Not as I knows of," replied Mr. Vickers, staring. "Why?"
"Why?" exclaimed the other. "Why, new clothes all over. I never see such a turn-out."
Mr. Vickers regarded him with an air of lofty disdain. "Kids must "ave new clothes sometimes, I s"pose?" he said, slowly. "You wouldn"t "ave"em going about of a Sunday in a ragged shirt and a pair of trowsis, would you?"
The shaft pa.s.sed harmlessly. "Why not?" said the other. "They gin"rally do."
Mr. Vickers"s denial died away on his lips. In twos and threes his neighbours had drawn gradually near and now stood by listening expectantly. The idea of a fortune was common to all of them, and they were anxious for particulars.
"Some people have all the luck," said a stout matron. "I"ve "ad thirteen and buried seven, and never "ad so much as a chiney tea-pot left me. One thing is, I never could make up to people for the sake of what I could get out of them. I couldn"t not if I tried. I must speak my mind free and independent."
"Ah! that"s how you get yourself disliked," said another lady, shaking her head sympathetically.
"Disliked?" said the stout matron, turning on her fiercely. "What d"ye mean? You don"t know what you"re talking about. Who"s getting themselves disliked?"
"A lot o" good a chiney tea-pot would be to you," said the other, with a ready change of front, "or any other kind o" tea-pot."
Surprise and indignation deprived the stout matron of utterance.
"Or a milk-jug either," pursued her opponent, following up her advantage. "Or a coffee-pot, or-"
The stout matron advanced upon her, and her mien was so terrible that the other, retreating to her house, slammed the door behind her and continued the discussion from a first-floor window. Mint Street, with the conviction that Mr. Vickers"s tidings could wait, swarmed across the road to listen.
Mr. Vickers himself listened for a little while to such fragments as came his way, and then, going indoors, sat down amid the remains of his breakfast to endeavour to solve the mystery of the new clothes.