"We can but try," she said.
"Oh! I wish, mum, you"d face him, "stead o" me," said Mary; "I do dread that old bear"s den."
"Here, I will go," said Mrs. Mel. "Has he got his ale? Better draw it fresh, if he drinks any."
And upstairs she marched, the landlady remaining below to listen for the commencement of the disturbance. An utterance of something certainly followed Mrs. Mel"s entrance into the old bear"s den. Then silence. Then what might have been question and answer. Then--was Mrs. Mel a.s.saulted?
and which was knocked down? It really was a chair being moved to the table. The door opened.
"Yes, ma"am; do what you like," the landlady heard. Mrs. Mel descended, saying: "Send him up some fresh ale."
"And you have made him sit down obedient to those chops?" cried the landlady. "Well might poor dear Mr. Harrington--pleasant man as he was!--say, as he used to say, "There"s lovely women in the world, Mrs.
Hawkshaw," he"d say, "and there"s d.u.c.h.esses," he"d say, "and there"s they that can sing, and can dance, and some," he says, "that can cook."
But he"d look sly as he"d stoop his head and shake it. "Roll "em into one," he says, "and not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home."
And, indeed, Mrs. Harrington, he told me he thought so many a time in the great company he frequented."
Perfect peace reigning above, Mrs. Hawkshaw and Mrs. Mel sat down to supper below; and Mrs. Hawkshaw talked much of the great one gone. His relict did not care to converse about the dead, save in their practical aspect as ghosts; but she listened, and that pa.s.sed the time. By-and-by, the old gentleman rang, and sent a civil message to know if the landlady had ship"s rum in the house.
"Dear! here"s another trouble," cried the poor woman. "No--none!"
"Say, yes," said Mrs. Mel, and called Dandy, and charged him to run down the street to the square, and ask for the house of Mr. c.o.xwell, the maltster, and beg of him, in her name, a bottle of his ship"s rum.
"And don"t you tumble down and break the bottle, Dandy. Accidents with spirit-bottles are not excused."
Dandy went on the errand, after an energetic grunt.
In due time he returned with the bottle, whole and sound, and Mr.
c.o.xwell"s compliments. Mrs. Mel examined the cork to see that no process of suction had been attempted, and then said:
"Carry it up to him, Dandy. Let him see there"s a man in the house besides himself."
"Why, my dear," the landlady turned to her, "it seems natural to you to be mistress where you go. I don"t at all mind, for ain"t it my profit?
But you do take us off our legs."
Then the landlady, warmed by grat.i.tude, told her that the old gentleman was the great London brewer, who brewed there with his brother, and brewed for himself five miles out of Fallow field, half of which and a good part of the neighbourhood he owned, and his name was Mr. Tom Cogglesby.
"Oh!" said Mrs. Mel. "And his brother is Mr. Andrew."
"That "s it," said the landlady. "And because he took it into his head to go and to choose for himself, and be married, no getting his brother, Mr. Tom, to speak to him. Why not, indeed? If there"s to be no marrying, the sooner we lay down and give up, the better, I think. But that "s his way. He do hate us women, Mrs. Harrington. I have heard he was crossed.
Some say it was the lady of Beckley Court, who was a Beauty, when he was only a poor cobbler"s son."
Mrs. Mel breathed nothing of her relationship to Mr. Tom, but continued from time to time to express solicitude about Dandy. They heard the door open, and old Tom laughing in a capital good temper, and then Dandy came down, evidently full of ship"s rum.
"He"s pumped me!" said Dandy, nodding heavily at his mistress.
Mrs. Mel took him up to his bed-room, and locked the door. On her way back she pa.s.sed old Tom"s chamber, and his chuckles were audible to her.
"They finished the rum," said Mrs. Hawkshaw.
"I shall rate him for that to-morrow," said Mrs. Mel. "Giving that poor beast liquor!"
"Rate Mr. Tom! Oh! Mrs. Harrington! Why, he"ll snap your head off for a word."
Mrs. Mel replied that her head would require a great deal of snapping to come off.
During this conversation they had both heard a singular intermittent noise above. Mrs. Hawkshaw was the first to ask:
"What can it be? More trouble with him? He"s in his bed-room now."
"Mad with drink, like Dandy, perhaps," said Mrs. Mel.
"Hark!" cried the landlady. "Oh!"
It seemed that Old Tom was bouncing about in an extraordinary manner.
Now came a pause, as if he had sworn to take his rest: now the room shook and the windows rattled.
"One "d think, really, his bed was a frying-pan, and him a live fish in it," said the landlady. "Oh--there, again! My goodness! have he got a flea?"
The thought was alarming. Mrs. Mel joined in:
"Or a ------"
"Don"t! don"t, my dear!" she was cut short. "Oh! one o" them little things "d be ruin to me. To think o" that! Hark at him! It must be. And what"s to do? I "ve sent the maids to bed. We haven"t a man. If I was to go and knock at his door, and ask?"
"Better try and get him to be quiet somehow."
"Ah! I dare say I shall make him fire out fifty times worse."
Mrs. Hawkshaw stipulated that Mrs. Mel should stand by her, and the two women went up-stairs and stood at Old Tom"s door. There they could hear him fuming and muttering imprecations, and anon there was an interval of silence, and then the room was shaken, and the cursings recommenced.
"It must be a fight he "s having with a flea," said the landlady. "Oh!
pray heaven, it is a flea. For a flea, my dear-gentlemen may bring that theirselves; but a b-----, that"s a stationary, and born of a bed. Don"t you hear? The other thing "d give him a minute"s rest; but a flea"s hop-hop-off and on. And he sound like an old gentleman worried by a flea. What are you doing?"
Mrs. Mel had knocked at the door. The landlady waited breathlessly for the result. It appeared to have quieted Old Tom.
"What"s the matter?" said Mrs. Mel, severely.
The landlady implored her to speak him fair, and reflect on the desperate things he might attempt.
"What"s the matter? Can anything be done for you?"
Mr. Tom Cogglesby"s reply comprised an insinuation so infamous regarding women when they have a solitary man in their power, that it cannot be placed on record.
"Is anything the matter with your bed?"
"Anything? Yes; anything is the matter, ma"am. Hope twenty live geese inside it"s enough-eh? Bed, do you call it? It"s the rack! It"s d.a.m.nation! Bed? Ha!"
After delivering this, he was heard stamping up and down the room.