"If she thinks so, certainly; I am no accurate judge of such formalities. You could not oblige me more, Varney, than in pre-obtaining her consent to the proposal. Helen at Laughton! Oh, blissful thought!"
"And in what air would she be so likely to revive?" said Varney; but his voice was thick and husky.
The ideas thus presented to him almost banished anxiety from Percival"s breast. In a thousand delightful shapes they haunted him during the sleepless night; and when, the next morning, he found that Helen was surprisingly better, he pressed his invitation upon Madame Dalibard with a warmth that made her cheek yet more pale, and the hand, which the boy grasped as he pleaded, as cold as the dead. But she briefly consented, and Percival, allowed a brief interview with Helen, had the rapture to see her smile in a delight as childlike as his own at the news he communicated, and listen with swimming eye when he dwelt on the walks they should take together amidst haunts to become henceforth dear to her as to himself. Fairyland dawned before them.
The visit of the physician justified Percival"s heightened spirits. All the acuter symptoms had vanished already. He sanctioned his patient"s departure from town as soon as Madame Dalibard"s convenience would permit, and recommended only a course of restorative medicines to strengthen the nervous system, which was to commence with the following morning, and be persisted in for some weeks. He dwelt much on the effect to be derived from taking these medicines the first thing in the day, as soon as Helen woke. Varney and Madame Dalibard exchanged a rapid glance.
Charmed with the success that in this instance had attended the skill of the great physician, Percival, in his usual zealous benevolence, now eagerly pressed upon Madame Dalibard the wisdom of consulting Dr.
---- for her own malady; and the doctor, putting on his spectacles and drawing his chair nearer to the frowning cripple, began to question her of her state. But Madame Dalibard abruptly and discourteously put a stop to all interrogatories: she had already exhausted all remedies art could suggest; she had become reconciled to her deplorable infirmity, and lost all faith in physicians. Some day or other she might try the baths at Egra, but till then she must be permitted to suffer undisturbed.
The doctor, by no means wis.h.i.+ng to undertake a case of chronic paralysis, rose smilingly, and with a liberal confession that the German baths were sometimes extremely efficacious in such complaints, pressed Percival"s outstretched hand, then slipped his own into his pocket, and bowed his way out of the room.
Relieved from all apprehension, Percival very good-humouredly received the hint of Madame Dalibard that the excitement through which she had gone for the last twenty-four hours rendered her unfit for his society, and went home to write to Laughton and prepare all things for the reception of his guests. Varney accompanied him. Percival found Beck in the hall, already much altered, and embellished, by a new suit of livery. The ex-sweeper stared hard at Varney, who, without recognizing, in so smart a shape, the squalid tatterdemalion who had lighted him up the stairs to Mr. Grabman"s apartments, pa.s.sed him by into Percival"s little study, on the ground-floor.
"Well, Beck," said Percival, ever mindful of others, and attributing his groom"s astonished gaze at Varney to his admiration of that gentleman"s showy exterior, "I shall send you down to the country to-morrow with two of the horses; so you may have to-day to yourself to take leave of your nurse. I flatter myself you will find her rooms a little more comfortable than they were yesterday."
Beck heard with a bursting heart; and his master, giving him a cheering tap on the shoulder, left him to find his way into the streets and to Becky"s abode.
He found, indeed, that the last had already undergone the magic transformation which is ever at the command of G.o.dlike wealth. Mrs.
Mivers, who was naturally prompt and active, had had pleasure in executing Percival"s commission. Early in the morning, floors had been scrubbed, the windows cleaned, the ventilator fixed; then followed porters with chairs and tables, and a wonderful Dutch clock, and new bedding, and a bright piece of carpet; and then came two servants belonging to Mrs. Mivers to arrange the chattels; and finally, when all was nearly completed, the Avatar of Mrs. Mivers herself, to give the last finish with her own mittened hands and in her own housewifely ap.r.o.n.
The good lady was still employed in ranging a set of teacups on the shelves of the dresser when Beck entered; and his old nurse, in the overflow of her grat.i.tude, hobbled up to her foundling and threw her arms round his neck.
"That"s right!" said Mrs. Mivers, good-humouredly, turning round, and wiping the tear from her eye. "You ought to make much of him, poor lad,--he has turned out a G.o.dsend indeed; and, upon my word, he looks very respectable in his new clothes. But what is this,--a child"s coral?" as, opening a drawer in the dresser, she discovered Beck"s treasure. "Dear me, it is a very handsome one; why, these bells look like gold!" and suspicion of her protege"s honesty for a moment contracted her thoughtful brow. "However on earth did you come by this, Mrs. Becky?"
"Sure and sartin," answered Becky, dropping her mutilated courtesy, "I be"s glad it be found now, instead of sum days afore, or I might have been vicked enough to let it go with the rest to the pop-shop; and I"m sure the times out of mind ven that "ere boy was a h-urchin that I"ve risted the timtashung and said, "No, Becky Carruthers, that maun"t go to my h-uncle"s!""
"And why not, my good woman?"
"Lor" love you, marm, if that curril could speak, who knows vot it might say,--eh, lad, who knows? You sees, marm, my good man had not a long been dead; I could not a get no vork no vays. "Becky Carruthers," says I, "you must go out in the streets a begging!" I niver thought I should a come to that. But my poor husband, you sees, marm, fell from a scaffol",--as good a man as hever--"
"Yes, yes, you told me all that before," said Mrs. Mivers, growing impatient, and already diverted from her interest in the coral by a new cargo, all bright from the tinman, which, indeed, no less instantaneously, absorbed the admiration both of Beck and his nurse.
And what with the inspection of these articles, and the comments each provoked, the coral rested in peace on the dresser till Mrs. Mivers, when just about to renew her inquiries, was startled by the sound of the Dutch clock striking four,--a voice which reminded her of the lapse of time and her own dinner-hour. So, with many promises to call again and have a good chat with her humble friend, she took her departure, amidst the blessings of Becky, and the less noisy, but not less grateful, salutations of Beck.
Very happy was the evening these poor creatures pa.s.sed together over their first cup of tea from the new bright copper kettle and the almost forgotten luxury of crumpets, in which their altered circ.u.mstances permitted them without extravagance to indulge. In the course of conversation Beck communicated how much he had been astonished by recognizing the visitor of Grabman, the provoker of the irritable grave-stealer, in the familiar companion of his master; and when Becky told him how often, in the domestic experience her vocation of charing had acc.u.mulated, she had heard of the ruin brought on rich young men by gamblers and sharpers, Beck promised to himself to keep a sharp eye on Grabman"s showy acquaintance. "For master is but a babe, like," said he, majestically; "and I"d be cut into mincemeat afore I"d let an "air on his "ead come to "arm, if so be"s h-as "ow I could perwent it."
We need not say that his nurse confirmed him in these good resolutions.
"And now," said Beck, when the time came for parting, "you"ll keep from the gin-shop, old "oman, and not shame the young master?"
"Sartin sure," answered Becky; "it is only ven vun is down in the vorld that vun goes to the Ticker-shop. Now, h-indeed,"--and she looked round very proudly,--"I "as a "spectable stas.h.i.+on, and I vould n"t go for to lower it, and let "em say that Becky Carruthers does not know how to conduct herself. The curril will be safe enuff now; but p"r"aps you had best take it yourself, lad."
"Vot should I do vith it? I"ve had enuff of the "sponsibility. Put it up in a "ankerchiff, and p"r"aps ven master gets married, and "as a babby vots teethin", he vil say, "Thank ye, Beck, for your curril." Vould not that make us proud, mammy?"
Chuckling heartily at that vision, Beck kissed his nurse, and trying hard to keep himself upright, and do credit to the dignity of his cloth, returned to his new room over the stables.
CHAPTER XVII. THE WAKING OF THE SERPENT.
And how, O Poet of the sad belief, and eloquence "like ebony, at once dark and splendid [It was said of Tertullian that "his style was like ebony, dark and splendid"]," how couldst thou, august Lucretius, deem it but sweet to behold from the steep the strife of the great sea, or, safe from the peril, gaze on the wrath of the battle, or, serene in the temples of the wise, look afar on the wanderings of human error? Is it so sweet to survey the ills from which thou art delivered? Shall not the strong law of SYMPATHY find thee out, and thy heart rebuke thy philosophy? Not sweet, indeed, can be man"s shelter in self when he says to the storm, "I have no bark on the sea;" or to the G.o.ds of the battle, "I have no son in the slaughter;" when he smiles unmoved upon Woe, and murmurs, "Weep on, for these eyes know no tears;" when, unappalled, he beholdeth the black deeds of crime, and cries to his conscience, "Thou art calm." Yet solemn is the sight to him who lives in all life,--seeks for Nature in the storm, and Providence in the battle; loses self in the woe; probes his heart in the crime; and owns no philosophy that sets him free from the fetters of man. Not in vain do we scan all the contrasts in the large framework of civilized earth if we note "when the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave fast together." Range, O Art, through all s.p.a.ce, clasp together in extremes, shake idle wealth from its lethargy, and bid States look in hovels where the teacher is dumb, and Reason unweeded runs to rot! Bid haughty Intellect pause in its triumph, and doubt if intellect alone can deliver the soul from its tempters! Only that lives uncorrupt which preserves in all seasons the human affections in which the breath of G.o.d breathes and is. Go forth to the world, O Art, go forth to the innocent, the guilty, the wise, and the dull; go forth as the still voice of Fate! Speak of the insecurity even of goodness below; carry on the rapt vision of suffering Virtue through "the doors of the shadows of death;" show the dim revelation symbolled forth in the Tragedy of old,--how incomplete is man"s destiny, how undeveloped is the justice divine, if Antigone sleep eternally in the ribs of the rock, and Oedipus vanish forever in the Grove of the Furies. Here below, "the waters are hid with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen;" but above liveth He "who can bind the sweet influence of the Pleiades, and loose the bands of Orion." Go with Fate over the bridge, and she vanishes in the land beyond the gulf! Behold where the Eternal demands Eternity for the progress of His creatures and the vindication of His justice!
It was past midnight, and Lucretia sat alone in her dreary room; her head buried on her bosom, her eyes fixed on the ground, her hands resting on her knees,--it was an image of inanimate prostration and decrepitude that might have moved compa.s.sion to its depth. The door opened, and Martha entered, to a.s.sist Madame Dalibard, as usual, to retire to rest. Her mistress slowly raised her eyes at the noise of the opening door, and those eyes took their searching, penetrating acuteness as they fixed upon the florid nor uncomely countenance of the waiting-woman.
In her starched cap, her sober-coloured stuff gown, in her prim, quiet manner and a certain sanctified demureness of aspect, there was something in the first appearance of this woman that impressed you with the notion of respectability, and inspired confidence in those steady good qualities which we seek in a trusty servant. But more closely examined, an habitual observer might have found much to qualify, perhaps to disturb, his first prepossessions. The exceeding lowness of the forehead, over which that stiff, harsh hair was so puritanically parted; the severe hardness of those thin, small lips, so pursed up and constrained; even a certain dull cruelty in those light, cold blue eyes,--might have caused an uneasy sentiment, almost approaching to fear. The fat grocer"s spoilt child instinctively recoiled from her when she entered the shop to make her household purchases; the old, gray-whiskered terrier dog at the public-house slunk into the tap when she crossed the threshold.
Madame Dalibard silently suffered herself to be wheeled into the adjoining bedroom, and the process of disrobing was nearly completed before she said abruptly,--
"So you attended Mr. Varney"s uncle in his last illness. Did he suffer much?"
"He was a poor creature at best," answered Martha; "but he gave me a deal of trouble afore he went. He was a scranny corpse when I strecked him out."
Madame Dalibard shrank from the hands at that moment employed upon herself, and said,--
"It was not, then, the first corpse you have laid out for the grave?"
"Not by many."
"And did any of those you so prepared die of the same complaint?"
"I can"t say, I"m sure," returned Martha. "I never inquires how folks die; my bizness was to nurse "em till all was over, and then to sit up.
As they say in my country, "Riving Pike wears a hood when the weather bodes ill."" [If Riving Pike do wear a hood, The day, be sure, will ne"er be good. A Lancas.h.i.+re Distich.]
"And when you sat up with Mr. Varney"s uncle, did you feel no fear in the dead of the night,--that corpse before you, no fear?"
"Young Mr. Varney said I should come to no harm. Oh, he"s a clever man!
What should I fear, ma"am?" answered Martha, with a horrid simplicity.
"You have belonged to a very religious sect, I think I have heard you say,--a sect not unfamiliar to me; a sect to which great crime is very rarely known?"
"Yes, ma"am, some of "em be tame enough, but others be weel [whirlpool]
deep!"
"You do not believe what they taught you?"
"I did when I was young and silly."
"And what disturbed your belief?"
"Ma"am, the man what taught me, and my mother afore me, was the first I ever kep" company with," answered Martha, without a change in her florid hue, which seemed fixed in her cheek, as the red in an autumn leaf.
"After he had ruined me, as the girls say, he told me as how it was all sham!"
"You loved him, then?"
"The man was well enough, ma"am, and he behaved handsome and got me a husband. I"ve known better days."
"You sleep well at night?"
"Yes, ma"am, thank you; I loves my bed."