"Oh! Don"t say so!" returned Ferdinand. "It"s all right. We must have humbug, we all like humbug, we couldn"t get on without humbug.
A little humbug, and a groove, and everything goes on admirably, if you leave it alone."
With this hopeful confession of his faith as the head of the rising Barnacles who were born of woman, to be followed under a variety of watchwords which they utterly repudiated and disbelieved, Ferdinand rose. Nothing could be more agreeable than his frank and courteous bearing, or adapted with a more gentlemanly instinct to the circ.u.mstances of his visit.
"Is it fair to ask," he said, as Clennam gave him his hand with a real feeling of thankfulness for his candour and good-humour, "whether it is true that our late lamented Merdle is the cause of this pa.s.sing inconvenience?"
"I am one of the many he has ruined. Yes."
"He must have been an exceedingly clever fellow," said Ferdinand Barnacle.
Arthur, not being in the mood to extol the memory of the deceased, was silent.
"A consummate rascal, of course," said Ferdinand, "but remarkably clever! One cannot help admiring the fellow. Must have been such a master of humbug. Knew people so well--got over them so completely--did so much with them!" In his easy way, he was really moved to genuine admiration.
"I hope," said Arthur, "that he and his dupes may be a warning to people not to have so much done with them again."
"My dear Mr Clennam," returned Ferdinand, laughing, "have you really such a verdant hope? The next man who has as large a capacity and as genuine a taste for swindling, will succeed as well. Pardon me, but I think you really have no idea how the human bees will swarm to the beating of any old tin kettle; in that fact lies the complete manual of governing them. When they can be got to believe that the kettle is made of the precious metals, in that fact lies the whole power of men like our late lamented. No doubt there are here and there," said Ferdinand politely, "exceptional cases, where people have been taken in for what appeared to them to be much better reasons; and I need not go far to find such a case; but they don"t invalidate the rule. Good day! I hope that when I have the pleasure of seeing you, next, this pa.s.sing cloud will have given place to sunshine. Don"t come a step beyond the door. I know the way out perfectly. Good day!"
With those words, the best and brightest of the Barnacles went down-stairs, hummed his way through the Lodge, mounted his horse in the front court-yard, and rode off to keep an appointment with his n.o.ble kinsman, who wanted a little coaching before he could triumphantly answer certain infidel Sn.o.bs who were going to question the n.o.bs about their statesmanship.
He must have pa.s.sed Mr Rugg on his way out, for, a minute or two afterwards, that ruddy-headed gentleman shone in at the door, like an elderly Phoebus.
"How do you do to-day, sir?" said Mr Rugg. "Is there any little thing I can do for you to-day, sir?"
"No, I thank you."
Mr Rugg"s enjoyment of embarra.s.sed affairs was like a housekeeper"s enjoyment in pickling and preserving, or a washerwoman"s enjoyment of a heavy wash, or a dustman"s enjoyment of an overflowing dust-bin, or any other professional enjoyment of a mess in the way of business.
"I still look round, from time to time, sir," said Mr Rugg, cheerfully, "to see whether any lingering Detainers are acc.u.mulating at the gate.
They have fallen in pretty thick, sir; as thick as we could have expected."
He remarked upon the circ.u.mstance as if it were matter of congratulation: rubbing his hands briskly, and rolling his head a little.
"As thick," repeated Mr Rugg, "as we could reasonably have expected.
Quite a shower-bath of "em. I don"t often intrude upon you now, when I look round, because I know you are not inclined for company, and that if you wished to see me, you would leave word in the Lodge. But I am here pretty well every day, sir. Would this be an unseasonable time, sir,"
asked Mr Rugg, coaxingly, "for me to offer an observation?"
"As seasonable a time as any other."
"Hum! Public opinion, sir," said Mr Rugg, "has been busy with you."
"I don"t doubt it."
"Might it not be advisable, sir," said Mr Rugg, more coaxingly yet, "now to make, at last and after all, a trifling concession to public opinion?
We all do it in one way or another. The fact is, we must do it."
"I cannot set myself right with it, Mr Rugg, and have no business to expect that I ever shall."
"Don"t say that, sir, don"t say that. The cost of being moved to the Bench is almost insignificant, and if the general feeling is strong that you ought to be there, why--really--"
"I thought you had settled, Mr Rugg," said Arthur, "that my determination to remain here was a matter of taste."
"Well, sir, well! But is it good taste, is it good taste? That"s the Question." Mr Rugg was so soothingly persuasive as to be quite pathetic.
"I was almost going to say, is it good feeling? This is an extensive affair of yours; and your remaining here where a man can come for a pound or two, is remarked upon as not in keeping. It is not in keeping.
I can"t tell you, sir, in how many quarters I heard it mentioned. I heard comments made upon it last night in a Parlour frequented by what I should call, if I did not look in there now and then myself, the best legal company--I heard, there, comments on it that I was sorry to hear.
They hurt me on your account. Again, only this morning at breakfast. My daughter (but a woman, you"ll say: yet still with a feeling for these things, and even with some little personal experience, as the plaintiff in Rugg and Bawkins) was expressing her great surprise; her great surprise.
Now under these circ.u.mstances, and considering that none of us can quite set ourselves above public opinion, wouldn"t a trifling concession to that opinion be--Come, sir," said Rugg, "I will put it on the lowest ground of argument, and say, amiable?"
Arthur"s thoughts had once more wandered away to Little Dorrit, and the question remained unanswered.
"As to myself, sir," said Mr Rugg, hoping that his eloquence had reduced him to a state of indecision, "it is a principle of mine not to consider myself when a client"s inclinations are in the scale. But, knowing your considerate character and general wish to oblige, I will repeat that I should prefer your being in the Bench.
Your case has made a noise; it is a creditable case to be professionally concerned in; I should feel on a better standing with my connection, if you went to the Bench. Don"t let that influence you, sir. I merely state the fact."
So errant had the prisoner"s attention already grown in solitude and dejection, and so accustomed had it become to commune with only one silent figure within the ever-frowning walls, that Clennam had to shake off a kind of stupor before he could look at Mr Rugg, recall the thread of his talk, and hurriedly say, "I am unchanged, and unchangeable, in my decision. Pray, let it be; let it be!" Mr Rugg, without concealing that he was nettled and mortified, replied:
"Oh! Beyond a doubt, sir. I have travelled out of the record, sir, I am aware, in putting the point to you. But really, when I herd it remarked in several companies, and in very good company, that however worthy of a foreigner, it is not worthy of the spirit of an Englishman to remain in the Marshalsea when the glorious liberties of his island home admit of his removal to the Bench, I thought I would depart from the narrow professional line marked out to me, and mention it. Personally," said Mr Rugg, "I have no opinion on the topic."
"That"s well," returned Arthur.
"Oh! None at all, sir!" said Mr Rugg. "If I had, I should have been unwilling, some minutes ago, to see a client of mine visited in this place by a gentleman of a high family riding a saddle-horse. But it was not my business. If I had, I might have wished to be now empowered to mention to another gentleman, a gentleman of military exterior at present waiting in the Lodge, that my client had never intended to remain here, and was on the eve of removal to a superior abode. But my course as a professional machine is clear; I have nothing to do with it.
Is it your good pleasure to see the gentleman, sir?"
"Who is waiting to see me, did you say?"
"I did take that unprofessional liberty, sir. Hearing that I was your professional adviser, he declined to interpose before my very limited function was performed. Happily," said Mr Rugg, with sarcasm, "I did not so far travel out of the record as to ask the gentleman for his name."
"I suppose I have no resource but to see him," sighed Clennam, wearily.
"Then it IS your good pleasure, sir?" retorted Rugg. "Am I honoured by your instructions to mention as much to the gentleman, as I pa.s.s out? I am? Thank you, sir. I take my leave." His leave he took accordingly, in dudgeon.
The gentleman of military exterior had so imperfectly awakened Clennam"s curiosity, in the existing state of his mind, that a half-forgetfulness of such a visitor"s having been referred to, was already creeping over it as a part of the sombre veil which almost always dimmed it now, when a heavy footstep on the stairs aroused him. It appeared to ascend them, not very promptly or spontaneously, yet with a display of stride and clatter meant to be insulting. As it paused for a moment on the landing outside his door, he could not recall his a.s.sociation with the peculiarity of its sound, though he thought he had one. Only a moment was given him for consideration. His door was immediately swung open by a thump, and in the doorway stood the missing Blandois, the cause of many anxieties.
"Salve, fellow jail-bird!" said he. "You want me, it seems. Here I am!"
Before Arthur could speak to him in his indignant wonder, Cavalletto followed him into the room. Mr Pancks followed Cavalletto. Neither of the two had been there since its present occupant had had possession of it. Mr Pancks, breathing hard, sidled near the window, put his hat on the ground, stirred his hair up with both hands, and folded his arms, like a man who had come to a pause in a hard day"s work. Mr Baptist, never taking his eyes from his dreaded chum of old, softly sat down on the floor with his back against the door and one of his ankles in each hand: resuming the att.i.tude (except that it was now expressive of unwinking watchfulness) in which he had sat before the same man in the deeper shade of another prison, one hot morning at Ma.r.s.eilles. "I have it on the witnessing of these two madmen," said Monsieur Blandois, otherwise Lagnier, otherwise Rigaud, "that you want me, brother-bird.
Here I am!" Glancing round contemptuously at the bedstead, which was turned up by day, he leaned his back against it as a resting-place, without removing his hat from his head, and stood defiantly lounging with his hands in his pockets.
"You villain of ill-omen!" said Arthur. "You have purposely cast a dreadful suspicion upon my mother"s house. Why have you done it?
What prompted you to the devilish invention?"
Monsieur Rigaud, after frowning at him for a moment, laughed. "Hear this n.o.ble gentleman! Listen, all the world, to this creature of Virtue! But take care, take care. It is possible, my friend, that your ardour is a little compromising. Holy Blue! It is possible."
"Signore!" interposed Cavalletto, also addressing Arthur: "for to commence, hear me! I received your instructions to find him, Rigaud; is it not?"
"It is the truth."