"There, there, there!" said he. "That is quite understood, Mrs Clennam, and you have spoken piously and well. Mr Blandois, I suspect, is not of a pious cast." "On the contrary, sir!" that gentleman protested, snapping his fingers. "Your pardon! It"s a part of my character. I am sensitive, ardent, conscientious, and imaginative. A sensitive, ardent, conscientious, and imaginative man, Mr Flintwinch, must be that, or nothing!"
There was an inkling of suspicion in Mr Flintwinch"s face that he might be nothing, as he swaggered out of his chair (it was characteristic of this man, as it is of all men similarly marked, that whatever he did, he overdid, though it were sometimes by only a hairsbreadth), and approached to take his leave of Mrs Clennam.
"With what will appear to you the egotism of a sick old woman, sir," she then said, "though really through your accidental allusion, I have been led away into the subject of myself and my infirmities. Being so considerate as to visit me, I hope you will be likewise so considerate as to overlook that. Don"t compliment me, if you please." For he was evidently going to do it. "Mr Flintwinch will be happy to render you any service, and I hope your stay in this city may prove agreeable."
Mr Blandois thanked her, and kissed his hand several times. "This is an old room," he remarked, with a sudden sprightliness of manner, looking round when he got near the door, "I have been so interested that I have not observed it. But it"s a genuine old room."
"It is a genuine old house," said Mrs Clennam, with her frozen smile. "A place of no pretensions, but a piece of antiquity."
"Faith!" cried the visitor. "If Mr Flintwinch would do me the favour to take me through the rooms on my way out, he could hardly oblige me more.
An old house is a weakness with me. I have many weaknesses, but none greater. I love and study the picturesque in all its varieties. I have been called picturesque myself. It is no merit to be picturesque--I have greater merits, perhaps--but I may be, by an accident. Sympathy, sympathy!"
"I tell you beforehand, Mr Blandois, that you"ll find it very dingy and very bare," said Jeremiah, taking up the candle. "It"s not worth your looking at."But Mr Blandois, smiting him in a friendly manner on the back, only laughed; so the said Blandois kissed his hand again to Mrs Clennam, and they went out of the room together.
"You don"t care to go up-stairs?" said Jeremiah, on the landing. "On the contrary, Mr Flintwinch; if not tiresome to you, I shall be ravished!"
Mr Flintwinch, therefore, wormed himself up the staircase, and Mr Blandois followed close. They ascended to the great garret bed-room which Arthur had occupied on the night of his return. "There, Mr Blandois!" said Jeremiah, showing it, "I hope you may think that worth coming so high to see. I confess I don"t."
Mr Blandois being enraptured, they walked through other garrets and pa.s.sages, and came down the staircase again. By this time Mr Flintwinch had remarked that he never found the visitor looking at any room, after throwing one quick glance around, but always found the visitor looking at him, Mr Flintwinch. With this discovery in his thoughts, he turned about on the staircase for another experiment. He met his eyes directly; and on the instant of their fixing one another, the visitor, with that ugly play of nose and moustache, laughed (as he had done at every similar moment since they left Mrs Clennam"s chamber) a diabolically silent laugh.
As a much shorter man than the visitor, Mr Flintwinch was at the physical disadvantage of being thus disagreeably leered at from a height; and as he went first down the staircase, and was usually a step or two lower than the other, this disadvantage was at the time increased. He postponed looking at Mr Blandois again until this accidental inequality was removed by their having entered the late Mr Clennam"s room. But, then twisting himself suddenly round upon him, he found his look unchanged.
"A most admirable old house," smiled Mr Blandois. "So mysterious. Do you never hear any haunted noises here?"
"Noises," returned Mr Flintwinch. "No."
"Nor see any devils?"
"Not," said Mr Flintwinch, grimly s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g himself at his questioner, "not any that introduce themselves under that name and in that capacity."
"Haha! A portrait here, I see."
(Still looking at Mr Flintwinch, as if he were the portrait.)
"It"s a portrait, sir, as you observe."
"May I ask the subject, Mr Flintwinch?"
"Mr Clennam, deceased. Her husband." "Former owner of the remarkable watch, perhaps?" said the visitor.
Mr Flintwinch, who had cast his eyes towards the portrait, twisted himself about again, and again found himself the subject of the same look and smile. "Yes, Mr Blandois," he replied tartly. "It was his, and his uncle"s before him, and Lord knows who before him; and that"s all I can tell you of its pedigree."
"That"s a strongly marked character, Mr Flintwinch, our friend up-stairs."
"Yes, sir," said Jeremiah, twisting himself at the visitor again, as he did during the whole of this dialogue, like some screw-machine that fell short of its grip; for the other never changed, and he always felt obliged to retreat a little. "She is a remarkable woman. Great fort.i.tude--great strength of mind."
"They must have been very happy," said Blandois.
"Who?" demanded Mr Flintwinch, with another screw at him.
Mr Blandois shook his right forefinger towards the sick room, and his left forefinger towards the portrait, and then, putting his arms akimbo and striding his legs wide apart, stood smiling down at Mr Flintwinch with the advancing nose and the retreating moustache.
"As happy as most other married people, I suppose," returned Mr Flintwinch. "I can"t say. I don"t know. There are secrets in all families."
"Secrets!" cried Mr Blandois, quickly. "Say it again, my son."
"I say," replied Mr Flintwinch, upon whom he had swelled himself so suddenly that Mr Flintwinch found his face almost brushed by the dilated chest. "I say there are secrets in all families."
"So there are," cried the other, clapping him on both shoulders, and rolling him backwards and forwards. "Haha! you are right. So there are!
Secrets! Holy Blue! There are the devil"s own secrets in some families, Mr Flintwinch!" With that, after clapping Mr Flintwinch on both shoulders several times, as if in a friendly and humorous way he were rallying him on a joke he had made, he threw up his arms, threw back his head, hooked his hands together behind it, and burst into a roar of laughter. It was in vain for Mr Flintwinch to try another screw at him.
He had his laugh out.
"But, favour me with the candle a moment," he said, when he had done.
"Let us have a look at the husband of the remarkable lady. Hah!" holding up the light at arm"s length. "A decided expression of face here too, though not of the same character. Looks as if he were saying, what is it--Do Not Forget--does he not, Mr Flintwinch?
By Heaven, sir, he does!"
As he returned the candle, he looked at him once more; and then, leisurely strolling out with him into the hall, declared it to be a charming old house indeed, and one which had so greatly pleased him that he would not have missed inspecting it for a hundred pounds. Throughout these singular freedoms on the part of Mr Blandois, which involved a general alteration in his demeanour, making it much coa.r.s.er and rougher, much more violent and audacious than before, Mr Flintwinch, whose leathern face was not liable to many changes, preserved its immobility intact. Beyond now appearing perhaps, to have been left hanging a trifle too long before that friendly operation of cutting down, he outwardly maintained an equable composure. They had brought their survey to a close in the little room at the side of the hall, and he stood there, eyeing Mr Blandois.
"I am glad you are so well satisfied, sir," was his calm remark. "I didn"t expect it. You seem to be quite in good spirits."
"In admirable spirits," returned Blandois. "Word of honour! never more refreshed in spirits. Do you ever have presentiments, Mr Flintwinch?"
"I am not sure that I know what you mean by the term, sir," replied that gentleman.
"Say, in this case, Mr Flintwinch, undefined antic.i.p.ations of pleasure to come."
"I can"t say I"m sensible of such a sensation at present," returned Mr Flintwinch with the utmost gravity. "If I should find it coming on, I"ll mention it."
"Now I," said Blandois, "I, my son, have a presentiment to-night that we shall be well acquainted. Do you find it coming on?"
"N-no," returned Mr Flintwinch, deliberately inquiring of himself. "I can"t say I do."
"I have a strong presentiment that we shall become intimately acquainted.--You have no feeling of that sort yet?"
"Not yet," said Mr Flintwinch.
Mr Blandois, taking him by both shoulders again, rolled him about a little in his former merry way, then drew his arm through his own, and invited him to come off and drink a bottle of wine like a dear deep old dog as he was.
Without a moment"s indecision, Mr Flintwinch accepted the invitation, and they went out to the quarters where the traveller was lodged, through a heavy rain which had rattled on the windows, roofs, and pavements, ever since nightfall. The thunder and lightning had long ago pa.s.sed over, but the rain was furious. On their arrival at Mr Blandois"
room, a bottle of port wine was ordered by that gallant gentleman; who (crushing every pretty thing he could collect, in the soft disposition of his dainty figure) coiled himself upon the window-seat, while Mr Flintwinch took a chair opposite to him, with the table between them. Mr Blandois proposed having the largest gla.s.ses in the house, to which Mr Flintwinch a.s.sented. The b.u.mpers filled, Mr Blandois, with a roystering gaiety, clinked the top of his gla.s.s against the bottom of Mr Flintwinch"s, and the bottom of his gla.s.s against the top of Mr Flintwinch"s, and drank to the intimate acquaintance he foresaw.
Mr Flintwinch gravely pledged him, and drank all the wine he could get, and said nothing. As often as Mr Blandois clinked gla.s.ses (which was at every replenishment), Mr Flintwinch stolidly did his part of the clinking, and would have stolidly done his companion"s part of the wine as well as his own: being, except in the article of palate, a mere cask.
In short, Mr Blandois found that to pour port wine into the reticent Flintwinch was, not to open him but to shut him up. Moreover, he had the appearance of a perfect ability to go on all night; or, if occasion were, all next day and all next night; whereas Mr Blandois soon grew indistinctly conscious of swaggering too fiercely and boastfully. He therefore terminated the entertainment at the end of the third bottle.
"You will draw upon us to-morrow, sir," said Mr Flintwinch, with a business-like face at parting.
"My Cabbage," returned the other, taking him by the collar with both hands, "I"ll draw upon you; have no fear. Adieu, my Flintwinch. Receive at parting;" here he gave him a southern embrace, and kissed him soundly on both cheeks; "the word of a gentleman! By a thousand Thunders, you shall see me again!"