"And that once."
"Pray, madam," said Mr Dorrit, with a growing fancy upon him as he recovered his importance, that he was in some superior way in the Commission of the Peace; "pray, madam, may I inquire, for the greater satisfaction of the gentleman whom I have the honour to--ha--retain, or protect or let me say to--hum--know--to know--Was Monsieur Blandois here on business on the night indicated in this present sheet?"
"On what he called business," returned Mrs Clennam.
"Is--ha--excuse me--is its nature to be communicated?"
"No."
It was evidently impracticable to pa.s.s the barrier of that reply.
"The question has been asked before," said Mrs Clennam, "and the answer has been, No. We don"t choose to publish our transactions, however unimportant, to all the town. We say, No."
"I mean, he took away no money with him, for example," said Mr Dorrit.
"He took away none of ours, sir, and got none here."
"I suppose," observed Mr Dorrit, glancing from Mrs Clennam to Mr Flintwinch, and from Mr Flintwinch to Mrs Clennam, "you have no way of accounting to yourself for this mystery?"
"Why do you suppose so?" rejoined Mrs Clennam.
Disconcerted by the cold and hard inquiry, Mr Dorrit was unable to a.s.sign any reason for his supposing so.
"I account for it, sir," she pursued after an awkward silence on Mr Dorrit"s part, "by having no doubt that he is travelling somewhere, or hiding somewhere."
"Do you know--ha--why he should hide anywhere?"
"No."
It was exactly the same No as before, and put another barrier up. "You asked me if I accounted for the disappearance to myself," Mrs Clennam sternly reminded him, "not if I accounted for it to you. I do not pretend to account for it to you, sir. I understand it to be no more my business to do that, than it is yours to require that."
Mr Dorrit answered with an apologetic bend of his head. As he stepped back, preparatory to saying he had no more to ask, he could not but observe how gloomily and fixedly she sat with her eyes fastened on the ground, and a certain air upon her of resolute waiting; also, how exactly the self-same expression was reflected in Mr Flintwinch, standing at a little distance from her chair, with his eyes also on the ground, and his right hand softly rubbing his chin.
At that moment, Mistress Affery (of course, the woman with the ap.r.o.n) dropped the candlestick she held, and cried out, "There! O good Lord!
there it is again. Hark, Jeremiah! Now!"
If there were any sound at all, it was so slight that she must have fallen into a confirmed habit of listening for sounds; but Mr Dorrit believed he did hear a something, like the falling of dry leaves. The woman"s terror, for a very short s.p.a.ce, seemed to touch the three; and they all listened.
Mr Flintwinch was the first to stir. "Affery, my woman," said he, sidling at her with his fists clenched, and his elbows quivering with impatience to shake her, "you are at your old tricks. You"ll be walking in your sleep next, my woman, and playing the whole round of your distempered antics. You must have some physic. When I have shown this gentleman out, I"ll make you up such a comfortable dose, my woman; such a comfortable dose!"
It did not appear altogether comfortable in expectation to Mistress Affery; but Jeremiah, without further reference to his healing medicine, took another candle from Mrs Clennam"s table, and said, "Now, sir; shall I light you down?"
Mr Dorrit professed himself obliged, and went down. Mr Flintwinch shut him out, and chained him out, without a moment"s loss of time.
He was again pa.s.sed by the two men, one going out and the other coming in; got into the vehicle he had left waiting, and was driven away.
Before he had gone far, the driver stopped to let him know that he had given his name, number, and address to the two men, on their joint requisition; and also the address at which he had taken Mr Dorrit up, the hour at which he had been called from his stand and the way by which he had come. This did not make the night"s adventure run any less hotly in Mr Dorrit"s mind, either when he sat down by his fire again, or when he went to bed. All night he haunted the dismal house, saw the two people resolutely waiting, heard the woman with her ap.r.o.n over her face cry out about the noise, and found the body of the missing Blandois, now buried in the cellar, and now bricked up in a wall.
CHAPTER 18. A Castle in the Air
Manifold are the cares of wealth and state. Mr Dorrit"s satisfaction in remembering that it had not been necessary for him to announce himself to Clennam and Co., or to make an allusion to his having had any knowledge of the intrusive person of that name, had been damped over-night, while it was still fresh, by a debate that arose within him whether or no he should take the Marshalsea in his way back, and look at the old gate. He had decided not to do so; and had astonished the coachman by being very fierce with him for proposing to go over London Bridge and recross the river by Waterloo Bridge--a course which would have taken him almost within sight of his old quarters. Still, for all that, the question had raised a conflict in his breast; and, for some odd reason or no reason, he was vaguely dissatisfied. Even at the Merdle dinner-table next day, he was so out of sorts about it that he continued at intervals to turn it over and over, in a manner frightfully inconsistent with the good society surrounding him. It made him hot to think what the Chief Butler"s opinion of him would have been, if that ill.u.s.trious personage could have plumbed with that heavy eye of his the stream of his meditations.
The farewell banquet was of a gorgeous nature, and wound up his visit in a most brilliant manner. f.a.n.n.y combined with the attractions of her youth and beauty, a certain weight of self-sustainment as if she had been married twenty years. He felt that he could leave her with a quiet mind to tread the paths of distinction, and wished--but without abatement of patronage, and without prejudice to the retiring virtues of his favourite child--that he had such another daughter.
"My dear," he told her at parting, "our family looks to you to--ha--a.s.sert its dignity and--hum--maintain its importance. I know you will never disappoint it."
"No, papa," said f.a.n.n.y, "you may rely upon that, I think. My best love to dearest Amy, and I will write to her very soon."
"Shall I convey any message to--ha--anybody else?" asked Mr Dorrit, in an insinuating manner.
"Papa," said f.a.n.n.y, before whom Mrs General instantly loomed, "no, I thank you. You are very kind, Pa, but I must beg to be excused. There is no other message to send, I thank you, dear papa, that it would be at all agreeable to you to take."
They parted in an outer drawing-room, where only Mr Sparkler waited on his lady, and dutifully bided his time for shaking hands. When Mr Sparkler was admitted to this closing audience, Mr Merdle came creeping in with not much more appearance of arms in his sleeves than if he had been the twin brother of Miss Biffin, and insisted on escorting Mr Dorrit down-stairs. All Mr Dorrit"s protestations being in vain, he enjoyed the honour of being accompanied to the hall-door by this distinguished man, who (as Mr Dorrit told him in shaking hands on the step) had really overwhelmed him with attentions and services during this memorable visit. Thus they parted; Mr Dorrit entering his carriage with a swelling breast, not at all sorry that his Courier, who had come to take leave in the lower regions, should have an opportunity of beholding the grandeur of his departure.
The aforesaid grandeur was yet full upon Mr Dorrit when he alighted at his hotel. Helped out by the Courier and some half-dozen of the hotel servants, he was pa.s.sing through the hall with a serene magnificence, when lo! a sight presented itself that struck him dumb and motionless.
John Chivery, in his best clothes, with his tall hat under his arm, his ivory-handled cane genteelly embarra.s.sing his deportment, and a bundle of cigars in his hand!
"Now, young man," said the porter. "This is the gentleman. This young man has persisted in waiting, sir, saying you would be glad to see him."
Mr Dorrit glared on the young man, choked, and said, in the mildest of tones, "Ah! Young John! It is Young John, I think; is it not?"
"Yes, sir," returned Young John.
"I--ha--thought it was Young john!" said Mr Dorrit. "The young man may come up," turning to the attendants, as he pa.s.sed on: "oh yes, he may come up. Let Young John follow. I will speak to him above."
Young John followed, smiling and much gratified. Mr Dorrit"s rooms were reached. Candles were lighted. The attendants withdrew.
"Now, sir," said Mr Dorrit, turning round upon him and seizing him by the collar when they were safely alone. "What do you mean by this?"
The amazement and horror depicted in the unfortunate john"s face--for he had rather expected to be embraced next--were of that powerfully expressive nature that Mr Dorrit withdrew his hand and merely glared at him.
"How dare you do this?" said Mr Dorrit. "How do you presume to come here? How dare you insult me?"
"I insult you, sir?" cried Young John. "Oh!"
"Yes, sir," returned Mr Dorrit. "Insult me. Your coming here is an affront, an impertinence, an audacity. You are not wanted here.
Who sent you here? What--ha--the Devil do you do here?"
"I thought, sir," said Young John, with as pale and shocked a face as ever had been turned to Mr Dorrit"s in his life--even in his College life: "I thought, sir, you mightn"t object to have the goodness to accept a bundle--"
"d.a.m.n your bundle, sir!" cried Mr Dorrit, in irrepressible rage.
"I--hum--don"t smoke."