"How," said I, "do you understand the language of the roads?"
"As little as I do Armenian," said the man in black; "but I understand look and tone."
"So do I, perhaps," retorted Belle; "and, to tell you the truth, I like your tone as little as your face."
"For shame," said I; "have you forgot what I was saying just now about the duties of hospitality? You have not yet answered my question," said I, addressing myself to the man, "with respect to your visit."
"Will you permit me to ask who you are?"
"Do you see the place where I live?" said I.
"I do," said the man in black, looking around.
"Do you know the name of this place?"
"I was told it was Mumpers" {330} or Gypsies" Dingle," said the man in black.
"Good," said I; "and this forge and tent, what do they look like?"
"Like the forge and tent of a wandering Zigan; I have seen the like in Italy."
"Good," said I; "they belong to me."
"Are you, then, a Gypsy?" said the man in black.
"What else should I be?"
"But you seem to have been acquainted with various individuals with whom I have likewise had acquaintance; and you have even alluded to matters, and even words, which have pa.s.sed between me and them."
"Do you know how Gypsies live?" said I.
"By hammering old iron, I believe, and telling fortunes."
"Well," said I, "there"s my forge, and yonder is some iron, though not old, and by your own confession I am a soothsayer."
"But how did you come by your knowledge?"
"Oh," said I, "if you want me to reveal the secrets of my trade, I have, of course, nothing farther to say. Go to the scarlet dyer, and ask him how he dyes cloth."
"Why scarlet?" said the man in black. "Is it because Gypsies blush like scarlet?"
"Gypsies never blush," said I; "but Gypsies" cloaks are scarlet."
"I should almost take you for a Gypsy," said the man in black, "but for--"
"For what?" said I.
"But for that same lesson in Armenian, and your general knowledge of languages; as for your manners and appearance I will say nothing," said the man in black, with a t.i.tter.
"And why should not a Gypsy possess a knowledge of languages?" said I.
"Because the Gypsy race is perfectly illiterate," said the man in black; "they are possessed, it is true, of a knavish acuteness, and are particularly noted for giving subtle and evasive answers--and in your answers, I confess, you remind me of them; but that one of the race should acquire a learned language like the Armenian, and have a general knowledge of literature, is a thing _che io non credo afatto_."
"What do you take me for?" said I.
"Why," said the man in black, "I should consider you to be a philologist, who, for some purpose, has taken up a Gypsy life; but I confess to you that your way of answering questions is far too acute for a philologist."
"And why should not a philologist be able to answer questions acutely?"
said I.
"Because the philological race is the most stupid under heaven," said the man in black; "they are possessed, it is true, of a certain faculty for picking up words, and a memory for retaining them; but that any one of the sect should be able to give a rational answer, to say nothing of an acute one, on any subject--even though the subject were philology--is a thing of which I have no idea."
"But you found me giving a lesson in Armenian to this handmaid?"
"I believe I did," said the man in black.
"And you heard me give what you are disposed to call acute answers to the questions you asked me?"
"I believe I did," said the man in black.
"And would any one but a philologist think of giving a lesson in Armenian to a handmaid in a dingle?"
"I should think not," said the man in black.
"Well, then, don"t you see that it is possible for a philologist to give not only a rational, but an acute answer?"
"I really don"t know," said the man in black.
"What"s the matter with you?" said I.
"Merely puzzled," said the man in black.
"Puzzled?"
"Yes."
"Really puzzled?"
"Yes."
"Remain so."
"Well," said the man in black, rising, "puzzled or not, I will no longer trespa.s.s upon your and this young lady"s retirement; only allow me, before I go, to apologise for my intrusion."
"No apology is necessary," said I; "will you please to take anything before you go? I think this young lady, at my request, would contrive to make you a cup of tea."
"Tea!" said the man in black; "he! he! I don"t drink tea; I don"t like it--if, indeed, you had . . . " and here he stopped.