"Will you let me say a word for little Mary, instead?" rejoined Mrs.
Joyce. "Will you let me remind you that Mr. Blyth"s proposal offers her a secure protection against that inhuman wretch who has ill-used her already, and who may often ill-use her again, in spite of everything you can do to prevent him. Pray think of that, Mrs. Peckover--pray do!"
Poor Mrs. Peckover showed that she thought of it bitterly enough, by a fresh burst of tears.
The rector poured out a gla.s.s of water, and gave it to her. "Do not think us inconsiderate or unfeeling," he said, "in pressing Mr. Blyth"s offer on you so perseveringly. Only reflect on Mary"s position, if she remains in the circus as she grows up! Would all your watchful kindness be sufficient to s.h.i.+eld her against dangers to which I hardly dare allude?--against wickedness which would take advantage of her defenselessness, her innocence, and even her misfortune? Consider all that Mr. Blyth"s proposal promises for her future life; for the sacred preservation of her purity of heart and mind. Look forward to the day when little Mary will have gown up to be a young woman; and I will answer, Mrs. Peckover, for your doing full justice to the importance of my friend"s offer."
"I know it"s all true, sir; I know I"m an ungrateful, selfish wretch--but only give me a little time to think; a little time longer to be with the poor darling that I love like my own child!"
Doctor Joyce was just drawing his chair closer to Mrs. Peckover before he answered, when the door opened, and the respectable Vance softly entered the room.
"What do you want here?" said the rector, a little irritably. "Didn"t I tell you not to come in again till I rang for you?"
"I beg your pardon, sir," answered Vance, casting rather a malicious look at the clown"s wife as he closed the door behind him--"but there"s a person waiting in the hall, who says he comes on important business, and must see you directly."
"Who is he? What"s his name?"
"He says his name is Jubber, if you please, sir."
Mrs. Peckover started from her chair with a scream. "Don"t--pray, for mercy"s sake, sir, don"t let him into the garden where Mary is!" she gasped, clutching Doctor Joyce by the arm in the extremity of her terror. "He"s found us out, and come here in one of his dreadful pa.s.sions! He cares for nothing and for n.o.body, sir: he"s bad enough to ill-treat her even before you. What am I to do? Oh, good gracious heavens! what am I to do?"
"Leave everything to me, and sit down again," said the rector kindly.
Then, turning to Vance, he added:--"Show Mr. Jubber into the cloak-room, and say I will be with him directly."
"Now, Mrs. Peckover," continued Doctor Joyce, in the most perfectly composed manner, "before I see this man (whose business I can guess at) I have three important questions to ask of you. In the first place, were you not a witness, last night, of his cruel ill-usage of that poor child? (Mr. Blyth told me of it.) The fellow actually beat her, did he not?"
"Oh, indeed he did, sir!--beat her most cruelly with a cane."
"And you saw it all yourself?"
"I did, sir. He"d have used her worse, if I hadn"t been by to prevent him."
"Very well. Now tell me if you or your husband have signed any agreement--any papers, I mean, giving this man a right to claim the child as one of his performers?"
_"Me_ sign an agreement, sir! I never did such a thing in all my life.
Jubber would think himself insulted, if you only talked of his signing an agreement with such as me or Jemmy."
"Better and better. Now, my third question refers to little Mary herself. I will undertake to put it out of this blackguard"s power ever to lay a finger on her again--but I can only do so on one condition, which it rests entirely with you to grant."
"I"ll do anything to save her, sir; I will indeed."
"The condition is that you consent to Mr. Blyth"s proposal; for I can only ensure the child"s safety on those terms."
"Then, sir, I consent to it," said Mrs. Peckover, speaking with a sudden firmness of tone and manner which almost startled Mrs. Joyce, who stood by listening anxiously. "I consent to it; for I should be the vilest wretch in the world, if I could say "no" at such a time as this. I will trust my precious darling treasure to you, sir, and to Mr. Blyth; from this moment. G.o.d bless _her,_ and comfort _me!_ for I want comfort badly enough. Oh, Mary! Mary! my own little Mary! to think of you and me ever being parted like this!" The poor woman turned towards the garden as she p.r.o.nounced those words; all her fort.i.tude forsook her in an instant; and she sank back in her chair, sobbing bitterly.
"Take her out into the shrubbery where the children are, as soon as she recovers a little," whispered the rector to his wife, as he opened the dining-room door.
Though Mr. Jubber presented, to all appearance, the most scoundrelly aspect that humanity can a.s.sume, when he was clothed in his evening uniform, and illuminated by his own circus lamplight, he nevertheless reached an infinitely loftier climax of blackguard perfection when he was arrayed in his private costume, and was submitted to the tremendous ordeal of pure daylight. The most monstrous ape that could be picked from the cages of the Zoological Gardens would have gained by comparison with him as he now appeared, standing in the Rectory cloak-room, with his debauched bloodshot eyes staring grimly contemptuous all about him, with his yellow flabby throat exposed by a turn-down collar and a light blue neck-tie, with the rouge still smeared over his gross unhealthy cheeks, with his mangy s.h.i.+rt-front bespattered with bad embroidery and false jewelry that had not even the politic decency to keep itself clean. He had his hat on, and was sulkily running his dirty fingers through the greasy black ringlets that flowed over his coat-collar, when Doctor Joyce entered the cloak-room.
"You wished to speak with me?" said the rector, not sitting down himself, and not asking Mr. Jubber to sit down.
"Oh! you"re Doctor Joyce?" said the fellow, a.s.suming his most insolent familiarity of manner directly.
"That is my name," said Dr. Joyce very quietly. "Will you have the goodness to state your business with me immediately, and in the fewest possible words?"
"Hullo! You take that tone with me, do you?" said Jubber, setting his arms akimbo, and tapping his foot fiercely on the floor; "you"re trying to come Tommy Grand over me already, are you? Very good! I"m the man to give you change in your own coin--so here goes! What do you mean by enticing away my Mysterious Foundling? What do you mean by this private swindle of talent that belongs to my circus?"
"You had better proceed a little," said the rector, more quietly than before. "Thus far I understand nothing whatever, except that you wish to behave offensively to me; which, in a person of your appearance, is, I a.s.sure you, of not the slightest consequence. You had much better save time by stating what you have to say in plain words."
"You want plain words--eh?" cried Jubber, losing his temper. "Then, by G.o.d, you shall have them, and plain enough!"
"Stop a minute," said Doctor Joyce. "If you use oaths in my presence again, I shall ring for my servant, and order him to show you out of the house."
"You will?"
"I will, most certainly."
There was a moment"s pause, and the blackguard and the gentleman looked one another straight in the face. It was the old, invariable struggle, between the quiet firmness of good breeding, and the savage obstinacy of bad; and it ended in the old, invariable way. The blackguard flinched first.
"If your servant lays a finger on me, I"ll thrash him within an inch of his life," said Jubber, looking towards the door, and scowling as he looked. "But that"s not the point, just now--the point is, that I charge you with getting my deaf and dumb girl into your house, to perform before you on the sly. If you"re too virtuous to come to my circus--and better than you have been there--you ought to have paid the proper price for a private performance. What do you mean by treating a public servant, like me, with your infernal aristocratic looks, as if I was dirt under your feet, after such shabby doings as you"ve been guilty of--eh?"
"May I ask how you know that the child you refer to has been at my house to-day?" asked Doctor Joyce, without taking the slightest notice of Mr.
Jubber"s indignation.
"One of my people saw that swindling hypocrite of a Peckover taking her in, and told me of it when I missed them at dinner. There! that"s good evidence, I rather think! Deny it if you can."
"I have not the slightest intention of denying it. The child is now in my house."
"And has gone through all her performances, of course? Ah! shabby!
shabby! I should be ashamed of myself, if _I"d_ tried to do a man out of his rights like that."
"I am most unaffectedly rejoiced to hear that you are capable, under any circ.u.mstances, of being ashamed of yourself at all," rejoined the rector. "The child, however, has gone through no performances here, not having been sent for with any such purpose as you suppose. But, as you said just now, that"s not the point. Pray, why did you speak of the little girl, a moment ago, as _your_ child?"
"Because she"s one of my performers, of course. But, come! I"ve had enough of this; I can"t stop talking here all day; I want the child--so just deliver her up at once, will you?--and turn out Peck as soon as you like after. I"ll cure them both of ever doing this sort of thing again!
I"ll make them stick tight to the circus for the future! I"ll show them--"
"You would be employing your time much more usefully," said Doctor Joyce, "if you occupied it in altering the bills of your performance, so as to inform the public that the deaf and dumb child will not appear before them again."
"Not appear again?--not appear to-night in my circus? Why, hang me! if I don"t think you"re trying to be funny all of a sudden! Alter my bills--eh? Not bad! Upon my soul, not at all bad for a parson! Give us another joke, sir; I"m all attention." And Mr. Jubber put his hand to his ear, grinning in a perfect fury of sarcasm.
"I am quite in earnest," said the rector. "A friend of mine has adopted the child, and will take her home with him tomorrow morning. Mrs.
Peckover (the only person who has any right to exercise control over her) has consented to this arrangement. If your business here was to take the child back to your circus, it is right to inform you that she will not leave my house till she goes to London to-morrow with my friend."
"And you think I"m the sort of man to stand this?--and give up the child?--and alter the bills?--and lose money?--and be as mild as mother"s milk all the time? Oh! yes, of course! I"m so devilish fond of you and your friend! You"re such nice men, you can make me do anything!
d.a.m.n all this jabber and nonsense!" roared the ruffian, pa.s.sing suddenly from insolence to fury, and striking his fist on the table. "Give me the child at once, do you hear? Give her up, I say. I won"t leave the house till I"ve got her!"
Just as Mr. Jubber swore for the second time, Doctor Joyce rang the bell. "I told you what I should do, if you used oaths in my presence again," said the rector.
"And _I_ told _you_ I"d kill the servant, if he laid a finger on me,"
said Jubber, knocking his hat firmly on his head, and tucking up his cuffs.