"I humbly beg your pardon, sir. You used to."
"Tell me that again," cried Mr Dorrit, quite beside himself, "and I"ll take the poker to you!"
John Chivery backed to the door.
"Stop, sir!" cried Mr Dorrit. "Stop! Sit down. Confound you sit down!"
John Chivery dropped into the chair nearest the door, and Mr Dorrit walked up and down the room; rapidly at first; then, more slowly. Once, he went to the window, and stood there with his forehead against the gla.s.s. All of a sudden, he turned and said:
"What else did you come for, Sir?"
"Nothing else in the world, sir. Oh dear me! Only to say, Sir, that I hoped you was well, and only to ask if Miss Amy was Well?"
"What"s that to you, sir?" retorted Mr Dorrit.
"It"s nothing to me, sir, by rights. I never thought of lessening the distance betwixt us, I am sure. I know it"s a liberty, sir, but I never thought you"d have taken it ill. Upon my word and honour, sir," said Young John, with emotion, "in my poor way, I am too proud to have come, I a.s.sure you, if I had thought so."
Mr Dorrit was ashamed. He went back to the window, and leaned his forehead against the gla.s.s for some time. When he turned, he had his handkerchief in his hand, and he had been wiping his eyes with it, and he looked tired and ill.
"Young John, I am very sorry to have been hasty with you, but--ha--some remembrances are not happy remembrances, and--hum--you shouldn"t have come."
"I feel that now, sir," returned John Chivery; "but I didn"t before, and Heaven knows I meant no harm, sir."
"No. No," said Mr Dorrit. "I am--hum--sure of that. Ha. Give me your hand, Young John, give me your hand."
Young John gave it; but Mr Dorrit had driven his heart out of it, and nothing could change his face now, from its white, shocked look.
"There!" said Mr Dorrit, slowly shaking hands with him. "Sit down again, Young John."
"Thank you, sir--but I"d rather stand."
Mr Dorrit sat down instead. After painfully holding his head a little while, he turned it to his visitor, and said, with an effort to be easy:
"And how is your father, Young John? How--ha--how are they all, Young John?"
"Thank you, sir, They"re all pretty well, sir. They"re not any ways complaining."
"Hum. You are in your--ha--old business I see, John?" said Mr Dorrit, with a glance at the offending bundle he had anathematised.
"Partly, sir. I am in my"--John hesitated a little--"father"s business likewise."
"Oh indeed!" said Mr Dorrit. "Do you--ha hum--go upon the ha--"
"Lock, sir? Yes, sir."
"Much to do, John?"
"Yes, sir; we"re pretty heavy at present. I don"t know how it is, but we generally ARE pretty heavy."
"At this time of the year, Young John?"
"Mostly at all times of the year, sir. I don"t know the time that makes much difference to us. I wish you good night, sir."
"Stay a moment, John--ha--stay a moment. Hum. Leave me the cigars, John, I--ha--beg."
"Certainly, sir." John put them, with a trembling hand, on the table.
"Stay a moment, Young John; stay another moment. It would be a--ha--a gratification to me to send a little--hum--Testimonial, by such a trusty messenger, to be divided among--ha hum--them--them--according to their wants. Would you object to take it, John?"
"Not in any ways, sir. There"s many of them, I"m sure, that would be the better for it."
"Thank you, John. I--ha--I"ll write it, John."
His hand shook so that he was a long time writing it, and wrote it in a tremulous scrawl at last. It was a cheque for one hundred pounds. He folded it up, put it in Young john"s hand, and pressed the hand in his.
"I hope you"ll--ha--overlook--hum--what has pa.s.sed, John."
"Don"t speak of it, sir, on any accounts. I don"t in any ways bear malice, I"m sure."
But nothing while John was there could change John"s face to its natural colour and expression, or restore John"s natural manner.
"And, John," said Mr Dorrit, giving his hand a final pressure, and releasing it, "I hope we--ha--agree that we have spoken together in confidence; and that you will abstain, in going out, from saying anything to any one that might--hum--suggest that--ha--once I--"
"Oh! I a.s.sure you, sir," returned John Chivery, "in my poor humble way, sir, I"m too proud and honourable to do it, sir."
Mr Dorrit was not too proud and honourable to listen at the door that he might ascertain for himself whether John really went straight out, or lingered to have any talk with any one. There was no doubt that he went direct out at the door, and away down the street with a quick step.
After remaining alone for an hour, Mr Dorrit rang for the Courier, who found him with his chair on the hearth-rug, sitting with his back towards him and his face to the fire. "You can take that bundle of cigars to smoke on the journey, if you like," said Mr Dorrit, with a careless wave of his hand. "Ha--brought by--hum--little offering from--ha--son of old tenant of mine."
Next morning"s sun saw Mr Dorrit"s equipage upon the Dover road, where every red-jacketed postilion was the sign of a cruel house, established for the unmerciful plundering of travellers. The whole business of the human race, between London and Dover, being spoliation, Mr Dorrit was waylaid at Dartford, pillaged at Gravesend, rifled at Rochester, fleeced at Sittingbourne, and sacked at Canterbury. However, it being the Courier"s business to get him out of the hands of the banditti, the Courier brought him off at every stage; and so the red-jackets went gleaming merrily along the spring landscape, rising and falling to a regular measure, between Mr Dorrit in his snug corner and the next chalky rise in the dusty highway.
Another day"s sun saw him at Calais. And having now got the Channel between himself and John Chivery, he began to feel safe, and to find that the foreign air was lighter to breathe than the air of England.
On again by the heavy French roads for Paris. Having now quite recovered his equanimity, Mr Dorrit, in his snug corner, fell to castle-building as he rode along. It was evident that he had a very large castle in hand. All day long he was running towers up, taking towers down, adding a wing here, putting on a battlement there, looking to the walls, strengthening the defences, giving ornamental touches to the interior, making in all respects a superb castle of it. His preoccupied face so clearly denoted the pursuit in which he was engaged, that every cripple at the post-houses, not blind, who shoved his little battered tin-box in at the carriage window for Charity in the name of Heaven, Charity in the name of our Lady, Charity in the name of all the Saints, knew as well what work he was at, as their countryman Le Brun could have known it himself, though he had made that English traveller the subject of a special physiognomical treatise.
Arrived at Paris, and resting there three days, Mr Dorrit strolled much about the streets alone, looking in at the shop-windows, and particularly the jewellers" windows. Ultimately, he went into the most famous jeweller"s, and said he wanted to buy a little gift for a lady.
It was a charming little woman to whom he said it--a sprightly little woman, dressed in perfect taste, who came out of a green velvet bower to attend upon him, from posting up some dainty little books of account which one could hardly suppose to be ruled for the entry of any articles more commercial than kisses, at a dainty little shining desk which looked in itself like a sweetmeat.
For example, then, said the little woman, what species of gift did Monsieur desire? A love-gift?
Mr Dorrit smiled, and said, Eh, well! Perhaps. What did he know? It was always possible; the s.e.x being so charming. Would she show him some?
Most willingly, said the little woman. Flattered and enchanted to show him many. But pardon! To begin with, he would have the great goodness to observe that there were love-gifts, and there were nuptial gifts.
For example, these ravishing ear-rings and this necklace so superb to correspond, were what one called a love-gift. These brooches and these rings, of a beauty so gracious and celestial, were what one called, with the permission of Monsieur, nuptial gifts.
Perhaps it would be a good arrangement, Mr Dorrit hinted, smiling, to purchase both, and to present the love-gift first, and to finish with the nuptial offering?
Ah Heaven! said the little woman, laying the tips of the fingers of her two little hands against each other, that would be generous indeed, that would be a special gallantry! And without doubt the lady so crushed with gifts would find them irresistible.