"Well! but he hadn"t a voice in any other matter, had he?" returned Mr Bevan; laughing with an air that showed his understanding of Mark and Martin too.
"Not a very powerful one, I am afraid," said Martin with a blush. "But live and learn, Mr Bevan! Nearly die and learn; we learn the quicker."
"Now," said their friend, "about your plans. You mean to return home at once?"
"Oh, I think so," returned Martin hastily, for he turned pale at the thought of any other suggestion. "That is your opinion too, I hope?"
"Unquestionably. For I don"t know why you ever came here; though it"s not such an unusual case, I am sorry to say, that we need go any farther into that. You don"t know that the ship in which you came over with our friend General Fladdock, is in port, of course?"
"Indeed!" said Martin.
"Yes. And is advertised to sail to-morrow."
This was tempting news, but tantalising too; for Martin knew that his getting any employment on board a ship of that cla.s.s was hopeless. The money in his pocket would not pay one-fourth of the sum he had already borrowed, and if it had been enough for their pa.s.sage-money, he could hardly have resolved to spend it. He explained this to Mr Bevan, and stated what their project was.
"Why, that"s as wild as Eden every bit," returned his friend. "You must take your pa.s.sage like a Christian; at least, as like a Christian as a fore-cabin pa.s.senger can; and owe me a few more dollars than you intend.
If Mark will go down to the ship and see what pa.s.sengers there are, and finds that you can go in her without being actually suffocated, my advice is, go! You and I will look about us in the meantime (we won"t call at the Norris"s unless you like), and we will all three dine together in the afternoon."
Martin had nothing to express but grat.i.tude, and so it was arranged.
But he went out of the room after Mark, and advised him to take their pa.s.sage in the Screw, though they lay upon the bare deck; which Mr Tapley, who needed no entreaty on the subject readily promised to do.
When he and Martin met again, and were alone, he was in high spirits, and evidently had something to communicate, in which he gloried very much.
"I"ve done Mr Bevan, sir," said Mark.
"Done Mr Bevan!" repeated Martin.
"The cook of the Screw went and got married yesterday, sir," said Mr Tapley.
Martin looked at him for farther explanation.
"And when I got on board, and the word was pa.s.sed that it was me," said Mark, "the mate he comes and asks me whether I"d engage to take this said cook"s place upon the pa.s.sage home. "For you"re used to it," he says; "you were always a-cooking for everybody on your pa.s.sage out."
And so I was," said Mark, "although I never cooked before, I"ll take my oath."
"What did you say?" demanded Martin.
"Say!" cried Mark. "That I"d take anything I could get. "If that"s so," says the mate, "why, bring a gla.s.s of rum;" which they brought according. And my wages, sir," said Mark in high glee, "pays your pa.s.sage; and I"ve put the rolling-pin in your berth to take it (it"s the easy one up in the corner); and there we are, Rule Britannia, and Britons strike home!"
"There never was such a good fellow as you are!" cried Martin seizing him by the hand. "But what do you mean by "doing" Mr Bevan, Mark?"
"Why, don"t you see?" said Mark. "We don"t tell him, you know. We take his money, but we don"t spend it, and we don"t keep it. What we do is, write him a little note, explaining this engagement, and roll it up, and leave it at the bar, to be given to him after we are gone. Don"t you see?"
Martin"s delight in this idea was not inferior to Mark"s. It was all done as he proposed. They pa.s.sed a cheerful evening; slept at the hotel; left the letter as arranged; and went off to the ship betimes next morning, with such light hearts as the weight of their past miseries engendered.
"Good-bye! a hundred thousand times good-bye!" said Martin to their friend. "How shall I remember all your kindness! How shall I ever thank you!"
"If you ever become a rich man, or a powerful one," returned his friend, "you shall try to make your Government more careful of its subjects when they roam abroad to live. Tell it what you know of emigration in your own case, and impress upon it how much suffering may be prevented with a little pains!"
Cheerily, lads, cheerily! Anchor weighed. Ship in full sail. Her st.u.r.dy bowsprit pointing true to England. America a cloud upon the sea behind them!
"Why, Cook! what are you thinking of so steadily?" said Martin.
"Why, I was a-thinking, sir," returned Mark, "that if I was a painter and was called upon to paint the American Eagle, how should I do it?"
"Paint it as like an Eagle as you could, I suppose."
"No," said Mark. "That wouldn"t do for me, sir. I should want to draw it like a Bat, for its short-sightedness; like a Bantam, for its bragging; like a Magpie, for its honesty; like a Peac.o.c.k, for its vanity; like a ostrich, for its putting its head in the mud, and thinking n.o.body sees it--"
"And like a Phoenix, for its power of springing from the ashes of its faults and vices, and soaring up anew into the sky!" said Martin. "Well, Mark. Let us hope so."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ARRIVING IN ENGLAND, MARTIN WITNESSES A CEREMONY, FROM WHICH HE DERIVES THE CHEERING INFORMATION THAT HE HAS NOT BEEN FORGOTTEN IN HIS ABSENCE
It was mid-day, and high water in the English port for which the Screw was bound, when, borne in gallantly upon the fullness of the tide, she let go her anchor in the river.
Bright as the scene was; fresh, and full of motion; airy, free, and sparkling; it was nothing to the life and exultation in the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of the two travellers, at sight of the old churches, roofs, and darkened chimney stacks of Home. The distant roar that swelled up hoa.r.s.ely from the busy streets, was music in their ears; the lines of people gazing from the wharves, were friends held dear; the canopy of smoke that overhung the town was brighter and more beautiful to them than if the richest silks of Persia had been waving in the air. And though the water going on its glistening track, turned, ever and again, aside to dance and sparkle round great ships, and heave them up; and leaped from off the blades of oars, a shower of diving diamonds; and wantoned with the idle boats, and swiftly pa.s.sed, in many a sportive chase, through obdurate old iron rings, set deep into the stone-work of the quays; not even it was half so buoyant, and so restless, as their fluttering hearts, when yearning to set foot, once more, on native ground.
A year had pa.s.sed since those same spires and roofs had faded from their eyes. It seemed to them, a dozen years. Some trifling changes, here and there, they called to mind; and wondered that they were so few and slight. In health and fortune, prospect and resource, they came back poorer men than they had gone away. But it was home. And though home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit answered to, in strongest conjuration.
Being set ash.o.r.e, with very little money in their pockets, and no definite plan of operation in their heads, they sought out a cheap tavern, where they regaled upon a smoking steak, and certain flowing mugs of beer, as only men just landed from the sea can revel in the generous dainties of the earth. When they had feasted, as two grateful-tempered giants might have done, they stirred the fire, drew back the glowing curtain from the window, and making each a sofa for himself, by union of the great unwieldy chairs, gazed blissfully into the street.
Even the street was made a fairy street, by being half hidden in an atmosphere of steak, and strong, stout, stand-up English beer. For on the window-gla.s.s hung such a mist, that Mr Tapley was obliged to rise and wipe it with his handkerchief, before the pa.s.sengers appeared like common mortals. And even then, a spiral little cloud went curling up from their two gla.s.ses of hot grog, which nearly hid them from each other.
It was one of those unaccountable little rooms which are never seen anywhere but in a tavern, and are supposed to have got into taverns by reason of the facilities afforded to the architect for getting drunk while engaged in their construction. It had more corners in it than the brain of an obstinate man; was full of mad closets, into which nothing could be put that was not specially invented and made for that purpose; had mysterious shelvings and bulkheads, and indications of staircases in the ceiling; and was elaborately provided with a bell that rung in the room itself, about two feet from the handle, and had no connection whatever with any other part of the establishment. It was a little below the pavement, and ab.u.t.ted close upon it; so that pa.s.sengers grated against the window-panes with their b.u.t.tons, and sc.r.a.ped it with their baskets; and fearful boys suddenly coming between a thoughtful guest and the light, derided him, or put out their tongues as if he were a physician; or made white k.n.o.bs on the ends of their noses by flattening the same against the gla.s.s, and vanished awfully, like spectres.
Martin and Mark sat looking at the people as they pa.s.sed, debating every now and then what their first step should be.
"We want to see Miss Mary, of course," said Mark.
"Of course," said Martin. "But I don"t know where she is. Not having had the heart to write in our distress--you yourself thought silence most advisable--and consequently, never having heard from her since we left New York the first time, I don"t know where she is, my good fellow."
"My opinion is, sir," returned Mark, "that what we"ve got to do is to travel straight to the Dragon. There"s no need for you to go there, where you"re known, unless you like. You may stop ten mile short of it.
I"ll go on. Mrs Lupin will tell me all the news. Mr Pinch will give me every information that we want; and right glad Mr Pinch will be to do it. My proposal is: To set off walking this afternoon. To stop when we are tired. To get a lift when we can. To walk when we can"t. To do it at once, and do it cheap."
"Unless we do it cheap, we shall have some difficulty in doing it at all," said Martin, pulling out the bank, and telling it over in his hand.
"The greater reason for losing no time, sir," replied Mark. "Whereas, when you"ve seen the young lady; and know what state of mind the old gentleman"s in, and all about it; then you"ll know what to do next."
"No doubt," said Martin. "You are quite right."
They were raising their gla.s.ses to their lips, when their hands stopped midway, and their gaze was arrested by a figure which slowly, very slowly, and reflectively, pa.s.sed the window at that moment.
Mr Pecksniff. Placid, calm, but proud. Honestly proud. Dressed with peculiar care, smiling with even more than usual blandness, pondering on the beauties of his art with a mild abstraction from all sordid thoughts, and gently travelling across the disc, as if he were a figure in a magic lantern.