"For a time," Mr Sparkler submitted.
Honouring the last feeble suggestion with no notice, Mrs Sparkler declared with bitterness that it really was too bad, and that positively it was enough to make one wish one was dead!
"However," she said, when she had in some measure recovered from her sense of personal ill-usage; "provoking as it is, and cruel as it seems, I suppose it must be submitted to."
"Especially as it was to be expected," said Mr Sparkler.
"Edmund," returned his wife, "if you have nothing more becoming to do than to attempt to insult the woman who has honoured you with her hand, when she finds herself in adversity, I think YOU had better go to bed!"
Mr Sparkler was much afflicted by the charge, and offered a most tender and earnest apology. His apology was accepted; but Mrs Sparkler requested him to go round to the other side of the sofa and sit in the window-curtain, to tone himself down.
"Now, Edmund," she said, stretching out her fan, and touching him with it at arm"s length, "what I was going to say to you when you began as usual to prose and worry, is, that I shall guard against our being alone any more, and that when circ.u.mstances prevent my going out to my own satisfaction, I must arrange to have some people or other always here; for I really cannot, and will not, have another such day as this has been."
Mr Sparkler"s sentiments as to the plan were, in brief, that it had no nonsense about it. He added, "And besides, you know it"s likely that you"ll soon have your sister--"
"Dearest Amy, yes!" cried Mrs Sparkler with a sigh of affection.
"Darling little thing! Not, however, that Amy would do here alone."
Mr Sparkler was going to say "No?" interrogatively, but he saw his danger and said it a.s.sentingly, "No, Oh dear no; she wouldn"t do here alone."
"No, Edmund. For not only are the virtues of the precious child of that still character that they require a contrast--require life and movement around them to bring them out in their right colours and make one love them of all things; but she will require to be roused, on more accounts than one."
"That"s it," said Mr Sparkler. "Roused."
"Pray don"t, Edmund! Your habit of interrupting without having the least thing in the world to say, distracts one. You must be broken of it.
Speaking of Amy;--my poor little pet was devotedly attached to poor papa, and no doubt will have lamented his loss exceedingly, and grieved very much. I have done so myself. I have felt it dreadfully. But Amy will no doubt have felt it even more, from having been on the spot the whole time, and having been with poor dear papa at the last; which I unhappily was not."
Here f.a.n.n.y stopped to weep, and to say, "Dear, dear, beloved papa! How truly gentlemanly he was! What a contrast to poor uncle!"
"From the effects of that trying time," she pursued, "my good little Mouse will have to be roused. Also, from the effects of this long attendance upon Edward in his illness; an attendance which is not yet over, which may even go on for some time longer, and which in the meanwhile unsettles us all by keeping poor dear papa"s affairs from being wound up. Fortunately, however, the papers with his agents here being all sealed up and locked up, as he left them when he providentially came to England, the affairs are in that state of order that they can wait until my brother Edward recovers his health in Sicily, sufficiently to come over, and administer, or execute, or whatever it may be that will have to be done."
"He couldn"t have a better nurse to bring him round," Mr Sparkler made bold to opine.
"For a wonder, I can agree with you," returned his wife, languidly turning her eyelids a little in his direction (she held forth, in general, as if to the drawing-room furniture), "and can adopt your words. He couldn"t have a better nurse to bring him round. There are times when my dear child is a little wearing to an active mind; but, as a nurse, she is Perfection. Best of Amys!"
Mr Sparkler, growing rash on his late success, observed that Edward had had, bigG.o.dd, a long bout of it, my dear girl.
"If Bout, Edmund," returned Mrs Sparkler, "is the slang term for indisposition, he has. If it is not, I am unable to give an opinion on the barbarous language you address to Edward"s sister. That he contracted Malaria Fever somewhere, either by travelling day and night to Rome, where, after all, he arrived too late to see poor dear papa before his death--or under some other unwholesome circ.u.mstances--is indubitable, if that is what you mean. Likewise that his extremely careless life has made him a very bad subject for it indeed."
Mr Sparkler considered it a parallel case to that of some of our fellows in the West Indies with Yellow Jack. Mrs Sparkler closed her eyes again, and refused to have any consciousness of our fellows of the West Indies, or of Yellow Jack.
"So, Amy," she pursued, when she reopened her eyelids, "will require to be roused from the effects of many tedious and anxious weeks. And lastly, she will require to be roused from a low tendency which I know very well to be at the bottom of her heart. Don"t ask me what it is, Edmund, because I must decline to tell you."
"I am not going to, my dear," said Mr Sparkler.
"I shall thus have much improvement to effect in my sweet child," Mrs Sparkler continued, "and cannot have her near me too soon. Amiable and dear little Twoshoes! As to the settlement of poor papa"s affairs, my interest in that is not very selfish. Papa behaved very generously to me when I was married, and I have little or nothing to expect. Provided he had made no will that can come into force, leaving a legacy to Mrs General, I am contented. Dear papa, dear papa."
She wept again, but Mrs General was the best of restoratives. The name soon stimulated her to dry her eyes and say:
"It is a highly encouraging circ.u.mstance in Edward"s illness, I am thankful to think, and gives one the greatest confidence in his sense not being impaired, or his proper spirit weakened--down to the time of poor dear papa"s death at all events--that he paid off Mrs General instantly, and sent her out of the house. I applaud him for it. I could forgive him a great deal for doing, with such prompt.i.tude, so exactly what I would have done myself!"
Mrs Sparkler was in the full glow of her gratification, when a double knock was heard at the door. A very odd knock. Low, as if to avoid making a noise and attracting attention. Long, as if the person knocking were preoccupied in mind, and forgot to leave off.
"Halloa!" said Mr Sparkler. "Who"s this?"
"Not Amy and Edward without notice and without a carriage!" said Mrs Sparkler. "Look out."
The room was dark, but the street was lighter, because of its lamps. Mr Sparkler"s head peeping over the balcony looked so very bulky and heavy that it seemed on the point of overbalancing him and flattening the unknown below.
"It"s one fellow," said Mr Sparkler. "I can"t see who--stop though!" On this second thought he went out into the balcony again and had another look. He came back as the door was opened, and announced that he believed he had identified "his governor"s tile." He was not mistaken, for his governor, with his tile in his hand, was introduced immediately afterwards.
"Candles!" said Mrs Sparkler, with a word of excuse for the darkness.
"It"s light enough for me," said Mr Merdle.
When the candles were brought in, Mr Merdle was discovered standing behind the door, picking his lips. "I thought I"d give you a call," he said. "I am rather particularly occupied just now; and, as I happened to be out for a stroll, I thought I"d give you a call."
As he was in dinner dress, f.a.n.n.y asked him where he had been dining?
"Well," said Mr Merdle, "I haven"t been dining anywhere, particularly."
"Of course you have dined?" said f.a.n.n.y.
"Why--no, I haven"t exactly dined," said Mr Merdle.
He had pa.s.sed his hand over his yellow forehead and considered, as if he were not sure about it. Something to eat was proposed. "No, thank you,"
said Mr Merdle, "I don"t feel inclined for it. I was to have dined out along with Mrs Merdle. But as I didn"t feel inclined for dinner, I let Mrs Merdle go by herself just as we were getting into the carriage, and thought I"d take a stroll instead."
Would he have tea or coffee? "No, thank you," said Mr Merdle. "I looked in at the Club, and got a bottle of wine."
At this period of his visit, Mr Merdle took the chair which Edmund Sparkler had offered him, and which he had hitherto been pushing slowly about before him, like a dull man with a pair of skates on for the first time, who could not make up his mind to start. He now put his hat upon another chair beside him, and, looking down into it as if it were some twenty feet deep, said again: "You see I thought I"d give you a call."
"Flattering to us," said f.a.n.n.y, "for you are not a calling man."
"No--no," returned Mr Merdle, who was by this time taking himself into custody under both coat-sleeves. "No, I am not a calling man."
"You have too much to do for that," said f.a.n.n.y. "Having so much to do, Mr Merdle, loss of appet.i.te is a serious thing with you, and you must have it seen to. You must not be ill." "Oh! I am very well," replied Mr Merdle, after deliberating about it. "I am as well as I usually am. I am well enough. I am as well as I want to be."
The master-mind of the age, true to its characteristic of being at all times a mind that had as little as possible to say for itself and great difficulty in saying it, became mute again. Mrs Sparkler began to wonder how long the master-mind meant to stay.
"I was speaking of poor papa when you came in, sir."
"Aye! Quite a coincidence," said Mr Merdle.
f.a.n.n.y did not see that; but felt it inc.u.mbent on her to continue talking. "I was saying," she pursued, "that my brother"s illness has occasioned a delay in examining and arranging papa"s property."