"My very best bed!" whispered the landlady. "Would it please you, sir, to change--I can give you another?"
"I"m not a man of experiments, ma"am-"specially in strange houses."
"So very, very sorry!"
"What the deuce!" Old Tom came close to the door. "You whimpering! You put a man in a beast of a bed--you drive him half mad--and then begin to blubber! Go away."
"I am so sorry, sir!"
"If you don"t go away, ma"am, I shall think your intentions are improper."
"Oh, my goodness!" cried poor Mrs. Hawkshaw. "What can one do with him?"
Mrs. Mel put Mrs. Hawkshaw behind her.
"Are you dressed?" she called out.
In this way Mrs. Mel tackled Old Tom. He was told that should he consent to cover himself decently, she would come into his room and make his bed comfortable. And in a voice that dispersed armies of innuendoes, she bade him take his choice, either to rest quiet or do her bidding.
Had Old Tom found his master at last, and in one of the hated s.e.x?
Breathlessly Mrs. Hawkshaw waited his answer, and she was an astonished woman when it came.
"Very well, ma"am. Wait a couple of minutes. Do as you like."
On their admission to the interior of the chamber, Old Tom was exhibited in his daily garb, sufficiently subdued to be civil and explain the cause of his discomfort. Lumps in his bed: he was bruised by them.
He supposed he couldn"t ask women to judge for themselves--they"d be shrieking--but he could a.s.sure them he was blue all down his back. Mrs.
Mel and Mrs. Hawkshaw turned the bed about, and punched it, and rolled it.
"Ha!" went Old Tom, "what"s the good of that? That"s just how I found it. Moment I got into bed geese began to put up their backs."
Mrs. Mel seldom indulged in a joke, and then only when it had a proverbial cast. On the present occasion, the truth struck her forcibly, and she said:
"One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose."
Accompanied by a smile the words would have seemed impudent; but spoken as a plain fact, and with a grave face, it set Old Tom blinking like a small boy ten minutes after the whip.
"Now," she pursued, speaking to him as to an old child, "look here. This is how you manage. Knead down in the middle of the bed. Then jump into the hollow. Lie there, and you needn"t wake till morning."
Old Tom came to the side of the bed. He had prepared himself for a wretched night, an uproar, and eternal complaints against the house, its inhabitants, and its foundations; but a woman stood there who as much as told him that digging his fist into the flock and jumping into the hole--into that hole under his, eyes--was all that was wanted! that he had been making a noise for nothing, and because he had not the wit to hit on a simple contrivance! Then, too, his jest about the geese--this woman had put a stop to that! He inspected the hollow cynically. A man might instruct him on a point or two: Old Tom was not going to admit that a woman could.
"Oh, very well; thank you, ma"am; that"s your idea. I"ll try it. Good night."
"Good night," returned Mrs. Mel. "Don"t forget to jump into the middle."
"Head foremost, ma"am?"
"As you weigh," said Mrs. Mel, and Old Tom trumped his lips, silenced if not beaten. Beaten, one might almost say, for nothing more was heard of him that night.
He presented himself to Mrs. Mel after breakfast next morning.
"Slept well, ma"am."
"Oh! then you did as I directed you," said Mrs. Mel.
"Those chops, too, very good. I got through "em."
"Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning," said Mrs. Mel.
"Ha! you"ve got your word, then, as well as everybody else. Where"s your Dandy this morning, ma"am?"
"Locked up. You ought to be ashamed to give that poor beast liquor. He won"t get fresh air to-day."
"Ha! May I ask you where you"re going to-day, ma"am?"
"I am going to Beckley."
"So am I, ma"am. What d" ye say, if we join company. Care for insinuations?"
"I want a conveyance of some sort," returned Mrs. Mel.
"Object to a donkey, ma"am?"
"Not if he"s strong and will go."
"Good," said Old Tom; and while he spoke a donkey-cart stopped in front of the Dolphin, and a well-dressed man touched his hat.
"Get out of that d.a.m.ned bad habit, will you?" growled Old Tom. What do you mean by wearing out the brim o" your hat in that way? Help this woman in."
Mrs. Mel helped herself to a part of the seat.
"We are too much for the donkey," she said.
"Ha, that"s right. What I have, ma"am, is good. I can"t pretend to horses, but my donkey"s the best. Are you going to cry about him?"
"No. When he"s tired I shall either walk or harness you," said Mrs. Mel.
This was spoken half-way down the High Street of Fallow field. Old Tom looked full in her face, and bawled out:
"Deuce take it. Are you a woman?"
"I have borne three girls and one boy," said Mrs. Mel.
"What sort of a husband?"
"He is dead."
"Ha! that"s an opening, but "tain"t an answer. I"m off to Beckley on a marriage business. I "m the son of a cobbler, so I go in a donkey-cart.
No d.a.m.ned pretences for me. I"m going to marry off a young tailor to a gal he"s been playing the lord to. If she cares for him she"ll take him: if not, they"re all the luckier, both of "em."
"What"s the tailor"s name?" said Mrs. Mel.