"No, Clara--no; I deny that. You ask Mrs. Grimley why it is I come to The d.u.c.h.ess so often. It isn"t for anything that I take there."
"Oh; I didn"t know. Young men when they frequent those places generally do take something."
"If I had a little home of my own with the girl I love on the other side of the fireplace, and perhaps a baby in her arms--" Tribbledale as he said this looked at her with all his eyes.
"Laws, Daniel; what things you do say!"
"I should never go then to any d.u.c.h.ess, or any Marquess of Granby, or to any Angel." These were public-houses so named, all standing thick together in the neighbourhood of Paradise Row. "I should not want to go anywhere then,--except where that young woman and that baby were to be found."
"Daniel, you was always fine at poetry."
"Try me, if it isn"t real prose. The proof of the pudding"s in the eating. You come and try." By this time Clara was in his arms, and the re-engagement was as good as made. Crocker was no doubt dismissed,--or if not dismissed had shown himself to be unworthy.
What could be expected of a husband who could tear up a bundle of Her Majesty"s Mail papers? And then Daniel Tribbledale had exhibited a romantic constancy which certainly deserved to be rewarded. Clara understood that the gin-and-water had been consumed night after night for her sake. And there were the lodgings and the clock and the harmonium ready for the occasion. "I suppose it had better be so, Daniel, as you wish it so much."
"Wish it! I have always wished it. I wouldn"t change places now with Mr. Pogson himself."
"He married his third wife three years ago!"
"I mean in regard to the whole box and dice of it. I"d rather have my Clara with 120, than be Pogson and Littlebird with all the profits."
This gratifying a.s.surance was rewarded, and then, considerably after midnight, the triumphant lover took his leave.
Early on the following afternoon Crocker was in Paradise Row. He had been again with Lord Hampstead, and had succeeded in worming out of the good-natured n.o.bleman something of the information contained in the letter from Sir Boreas. The matter was to be left to the Postmaster-General. Now there was an idea in the office that when a case was left to his lordship, his lordship never proceeded to extremities. Kings are bound to pardon if they allow themselves to be personally concerned as to punishment. There was something of the same feeling in regard to official discipline. As a fact the letter from Sir Boreas had been altogether false. He had known, poor man, that he must at last take the duty of deciding upon himself, and had used the name of the great chief simply as a mode of escape for the moment. But Crocker had felt that the mere statement indicated pardon. The very delay indicated pardon. Relying upon these indications he went to Paradise Row, dressed in his best frock coat, with gloves in his hand, to declare to his love that the lodgings need not be abandoned, and that the clock and harmonium might be preserved.
"But you"ve been dismissed!" said Clara.
"Never! never!"
"It has been written in the book! "Dismissal--B. B.!" I know the eyes that have seen it."
"That"s not the way they do it at all," said Crocker, who was altogether confused.
"It has been written in the book, Sam; and I know that they never go back from that."
"Who wrote it? Nothing has been written. There isn"t a book;--not at least like that. Tribbledale has invented it."
"Oh, Sam, why did you tear those papers;--Her Majesty"s Mail papers?
What else was there to expect? "Dismissal--B. B.;" Why did you do it,--and you engaged to a young woman? No;--don"t come nigh to me.
How is a young woman to go and get herself married to a young man, and he with nothing to support her? It isn"t to be thought of. When I heard those words, "Dismissal--B. B.," I thought my very heart would sink within me."
"It"s nothing of the kind," said Crocker.
"What"s nothing of the kind?"
"I ain"t dismissed at all."
"Oh, Sam; how dare you?"
"I tell you I ain"t. He"s written a letter to Lord Hampstead, who has always been my friend. Hampstead wasn"t going to see me treated after that fashion. Hampstead wrote, and then aeolus wrote,--that"s Sir Boreas,--and I"ve seen the letter,--that is, Hampstead told me what there is in it; and I ain"t to be dismissed at all. When I heard the good news the first thing I did was to come as fast as my legs would carry me, and tell the girl of my heart."
Clara did not quite believe him; but then neither had she quite believed Tribbledale, when he had announced the dismissal with the terrible corroboration of the great man"s initials. But the crime committed seemed to her to be so great that she could not understand that Crocker should be allowed to remain after the perpetration of it. Crocker"s salary was 150; and, balancing the two young men together as she had often done, though she liked the poetry of Tribbledale, she did on the whole prefer the swagger and audacity of Crocker. Her Majesty"s Civil Service, too, had its charms for her.
The Post Office was altogether superior to Pogson and Littlebird"s.
Pogson and Littlebird"s hours were 9 to 5. Those of Her Majesty"s Service were much more genteel;--10 namely to 4. But what might not a man do who had shown the nature of his disposition by tearing up official papers? And then, though the accidents of the occasion had enveloped her in difficulties on both sides, it seemed to her that, at the present moment, the lesser difficulties would be encountered by adhering to Tribbledale. She could excuse herself with Crocker.
Paradise Row had already declared that the match with Crocker must be broken off. Crocker had indeed been told that the match was to be broken off. When Tribbledale had come to her overnight she had felt herself to be a free woman. When she had given way to the voice of the charmer, when she had sunk into his arms, softened by that domestic picture which he had painted, no p.r.i.c.ks of conscience had disturbed her happiness. Whether the "Dismissal--B. B." had or had not yet been written, it was sure to come. She was as free to "wed another" as was Venice when her Doge was deposed. She could throw herself back upon the iniquity of the torn papers were Crocker to complain. But should she now return to her Crocker, how could she excuse herself with Tribbledale? "It is all over between you and me, Sam," she said with her handkerchief up to her eyes.
"All over! Why should it be all over?"
"You was told it was all over."
"That was when all the Row said that I was to be dismissed. There was something in it,--then; though, perhaps, a girl might have waited till a fellow had got up upon his legs again."
"Waiting ain"t so pleasant, Mr. Crocker, when a girl has to look after herself."
"But I ain"t dismissed at all, and there needn"t be any waiting.
I thought that you would be suffering as well as me, and so I came right away to you, all at once."
"So I have suffered, Sam. No one knows what I have suffered."
"But it"ll come all right now?" Clara shook her head. "You don"t mean that Tribbledale"s been and talked you over already?"
"I knew Mr. Tribbledale before ever I saw you, Sam."
"How often have I heard you call him a poor mean skunk?"
"Never, Crocker; never. Such a word never pa.s.sed my lips."
"Something very like it then."
"I may have said he wanted sperrit. I may have said so, though I disremember it. But if I did,--what of that?"
"You despised him."
"No, Crocker. What I despise is a man as goes and tears up Her Majesty"s Mail papers. Tribbledale never tore up anything at Pogson and Littlebird"s,--except what was to be tore. Tribbledale was never turned out for nigh a fortnight, so that he couldn"t go and show his face in King"s Head Court. Tribbledale never made hisself hated by everybody." That unknown abominable word which Crocker had put into her mouth had roused all the woman within her, so that she was enabled to fight her battle with a courage which would not have come to her aid had he been more prudent.
"Who hates me?"
"Mr. Jerningham does, and Roden, and Sir Boreas, and Bobbin." She had learned all their names. "How can they help hating a man that tears up the mail papers! And I hate you."
"Clara!"
"I do. What business had you to say I used that nasty word? I never do use them words. I wouldn"t even so much as look at a man who"d demean himself to put such words as them into my mouth. So I tell you what it is, Mr. Crocker; you may just go away. I am going to become Daniel Tribbledale"s wife, and it isn"t becoming in you to stand here talking to a young woman that is engaged to another young man."
"And this is to be the end of it?"
"If you please, Mr. Crocker."
"Well!"
"If ever you feel inclined to speak your mind to another young woman, and you carry it as far as we did, and you wishes to hold on to her, don"t you go and tear Her Majesty"s Mail papers. And when she tells you a bit of her mind, as I did just now, don"t you go and put nasty words into her mouth. Now, if you please, you may just as well send over that clock and that harmonium to Daniel Tribbledale, Esq., King"s Head Court, Great Broad Street." So saying she left him, and congratulated herself on having terminated the interview without much unpleasantness.