"You recollect," said Poll. "You recollect young--"
"Not young Wilkins!" cried Mrs Gamp. "Don"t say young Wilkins, wotever you do. If young Wilkins"s wife is took--"
"It isn"t anybody"s wife," exclaimed the little barber. "Bailey, young Bailey!"
"Why, wot do you mean to say that chit"s been a-doin" of?" retorted Mrs Gamp, sharply. "Stuff and nonsense, Mrs Sweedlepipes!"
"He hasn"t been a-doing anything!" exclaimed poor Poll, quite desperate.
"What do you catch me up so short for, when you see me put out to that extent that I can hardly speak? He"ll never do anything again. He"s done for. He"s killed. The first time I ever see that boy," said Poll, "I charged him too much for a red-poll. I asked him three-halfpence for a penny one, because I was afraid he"d beat me down. But he didn"t.
And now he"s dead; and if you was to crowd all the steam-engines and electric fluids that ever was, into this shop, and set "em every one to work their hardest, they couldn"t square the account, though it"s only a ha"penny!"
Mr Sweedlepipe turned aside to the towel, and wiped his eyes with it.
"And what a clever boy he was!" he said. "What a surprising young chap he was! How he talked! and what a deal he know"d! Shaved in this very chair he was; only for fun; it was all his fun; he was full of it. Ah!
to think that he"ll never be shaved in earnest! The birds might every one have died, and welcome," cried the little barber, looking round him at the cages, and again applying to the towel, "sooner than I"d have heard this news!"
"How did you ever come to hear it?" said Mrs Gamp, "who told you?"
"I went out," returned the little barber, "into the City, to meet a sporting gent upon the Stock Exchange, that wanted a few slow pigeons to practice at; and when I"d done with him, I went to get a little drop of beer, and there I heard everybody a-talking about it. It"s in the papers."
"You are in a nice state of confugion, Mr Sweedlepipes, you are!" said Mrs Gamp, shaking her head; "and my opinion is, as half-a-dudgeon fresh young lively leeches on your temples, wouldn"t be too much to clear your mind, which so I tell you. Wot were they a-talkin" on, and wot was in the papers?"
"All about it!" cried the barber. "What else do you suppose? Him and his master were upset on a journey, and he was carried to Salisbury, and was breathing his last when the account came away. He never spoke afterwards. Not a single word. That"s the worst of it to me; but that ain"t all. His master can"t be found. The other manager of their office in the city, Crimple, David Crimple, has gone off with the money, and is advertised for, with a reward, upon the walls. Mr Montague, poor young Bailey"s master (what a boy he was!) is advertised for, too. Some say he"s slipped off, to join his friend abroad; some say he mayn"t have got away yet; and they"re looking for him high and low. Their office is a smash; a swindle altogether. But what"s a Life a.s.surance office to a Life! And what a Life Young Bailey"s was!"
"He was born into a wale," said Mrs Gamp, with philosophical coolness.
"and he lived in a wale; and he must take the consequences of sech a sitiwation. But don"t you hear nothink of Mr Chuzzlewit in all this?"
"No," said Poll, "nothing to speak of. His name wasn"t printed as one of the board, though some people say it was just going to be. Some believe he was took in, and some believe he was one of the takers-in; but however that may be, they can"t prove nothing against him. This morning he went up of his own accord afore the Lord Mayor or some of them City big-wigs, and complained that he"d been swindled, and that these two persons had gone off and cheated him, and that he had just found out that Montague"s name wasn"t even Montague, but something else. And they do say that he looked like Death, owing to his losses. But, Lord forgive me," cried the barber, coming back again to the subject of his individual grief, "what"s his looks to me! He might have died and welcome, fifty times, and not been such a loss as Bailey!"
At this juncture the little bell rang, and the deep voice of Mrs Prig struck into the conversation.
"Oh! You"re a-talkin" about it, are you!" observed that lady. "Well, I hope you"ve got it over, for I ain"t interested in it myself."
"My precious Betsey," said Mrs Gamp, "how late you are!"
The worthy Mrs Prig replied, with some asperity, "that if perwerse people went off dead, when they was least expected, it warn"t no fault of her"n." And further, "that it was quite aggrawation enough to be made late when one was dropping for one"s tea, without hearing on it again."
Mrs Gamp, deriving from this exhibition of repartee some clue to the state of Mrs Prig"s feelings, instantly conducted her upstairs; deeming that the sight of pickled salmon might work a softening change.
But Betsey Prig expected pickled salmon. It was obvious that she did; for her first words, after glancing at the table, were:
"I know"d she wouldn"t have a cowc.u.mber!"
Mrs Gamp changed colour, and sat down upon the bedstead.
"Lord bless you, Betsey Prig, your words is true. I quite forgot it!"
Mrs Prig, looking steadfastly at her friend, put her hand in her pocket, and with an air of surly triumph drew forth either the oldest of lettuces or youngest of cabbages, but at any rate, a green vegetable of an expansive nature, and of such magnificent proportions that she was obliged to shut it up like an umbrella before she could pull it out.
She also produced a handful of mustard and cress, a trifle of the herb called dandelion, three bunches of radishes, an onion rather larger than an average turnip, three substantial slices of beetroot, and a short p.r.o.ng or antler of celery; the whole of this garden-stuff having been publicly exhibited, but a short time before, as a twopenny salad, and purchased by Mrs Prig on condition that the vendor could get it all into her pocket. Which had been happily accomplished, in High Holborn, to the breathless interest of a hackney-coach stand. And she laid so little stress on this surprising forethought, that she did not even smile, but returning her pocket into its accustomed sphere, merely recommended that these productions of nature should be sliced up, for immediate consumption, in plenty of vinegar.
"And don"t go a-droppin" none of your snuff in it," said Mrs Prig.
"In gruel, barley-water, apple-tea, mutton-broth, and that, it don"t signify. It stimulates a patient. But I don"t relish it myself."
"Why, Betsey Prig!" cried Mrs Gamp, "how CAN you talk so!"
"Why, ain"t your patients, wotever their diseases is, always asneezin"
their wery heads off, along of your snuff?" said Mrs Prig.
"And wot if they are!" said Mrs Gamp
"Nothing if they are," said Mrs Prig. "But don"t deny it, Sairah."
"Who deniges of it?" Mrs Gamp inquired.
Mrs Prig returned no answer.
"WHO deniges of it, Betsey?" Mrs Gamp inquired again. Then Mrs Gamp, by reversing the question, imparted a deeper and more awful character of solemnity to the same. "Betsey, who deniges of it?"
It was the nearest possible approach to a very decided difference of opinion between these ladies; but Mrs Prig"s impatience for the meal being greater at the moment than her impatience of contradiction, she replied, for the present, "n.o.body, if you don"t, Sairah," and prepared herself for tea. For a quarrel can be taken up at any time, but a limited quant.i.ty of salmon cannot.
Her toilet was simple. She had merely to "chuck" her bonnet and shawl upon the bed; give her hair two pulls, one upon the right side and one upon the left, as if she were ringing a couple of bells; and all was done. The tea was already made, Mrs Gamp was not long over the salad, and they were soon at the height of their repast.
The temper of both parties was improved, for the time being, by the enjoyments of the table. When the meal came to a termination (which it was pretty long in doing), and Mrs Gamp having cleared away, produced the teapot from the top shelf, simultaneously with a couple of wine-gla.s.ses, they were quite amiable.
"Betsey," said Mrs Gamp, filling her own gla.s.s and pa.s.sing the teapot, "I will now propoge a toast. My frequent pardner, Betsey Prig!"
"Which, altering the name to Sairah Gamp; I drink," said Mrs Prig, "with love and tenderness."
From this moment symptoms of inflammation began to lurk in the nose of each lady; and perhaps, notwithstanding all appearances to the contrary, in the temper also.
"Now, Sairah," said Mrs Prig, "joining business with pleasure, wot is this case in which you wants me?"
Mrs Gamp betraying in her face some intention of returning an evasive answer, Betsey added:
"IS it Mrs Harris?"
"No, Betsey Prig, it ain"t," was Mrs Gamp"s reply.
"Well!" said Mrs Prig, with a short laugh. "I"m glad of that, at any rate."
"Why should you be glad of that, Betsey?" Mrs Gamp retorted, warmly.
"She is unbeknown to you except by hearsay, why should you be glad? If you have anythink to say contrairy to the character of Mrs Harris, which well I knows behind her back, afore her face, or anywheres, is not to be impeaged, out with it, Betsey. I have know"d that sweetest and best of women," said Mrs Gamp, shaking her head, and shedding tears, "ever since afore her First, which Mr Harris who was dreadful timid went and stopped his ears in a empty dog-kennel, and never took his hands away or come out once till he was showed the baby, wen bein" took with fits, the doctor collared him and laid him on his back upon the airy stones, and she was told to ease her mind, his owls was organs. And I have know"d her, Betsey Prig, when he has hurt her feelin" art by sayin" of his Ninth that it was one too many, if not two, while that dear innocent was cooin" in his face, which thrive it did though bandy, but I have never know"d as you had occagion to be glad, Betsey, on accounts of Mrs Harris not requiring you. Require she never will, depend upon it, for her constant words in sickness is, and will be, "Send for Sairey?""
During this touching address, Mrs Prig adroitly feigning to be the victim of that absence of mind which has its origin in excessive attention to one topic, helped herself from the teapot without appearing to observe it. Mrs Gamp observed it, however, and came to a premature close in consequence.
"Well, it ain"t her, it seems," said Mrs Prig, coldly; "who is it then?"
"You have heerd me mention, Betsey," Mrs Gamp replied, after glancing in an expressive and marked manner at the tea-pot, "a person as I took care on at the time as you and me was pardners off and on, in that there fever at the Bull?"