In the meantime Mark, having a shrewd notion that his mistress was in very low spirits, and that he could not exactly answer for the consequences of any lengthened TETE-A-TETE in the bar, kept himself obstinately out of her way all the afternoon and evening. In this piece of generalship he was very much a.s.sisted by the great influx of company into the taproom; for the news of his intention having gone abroad, there was a perfect throng there all the evening, and much drinking of healths and clinking of mugs. At length the house was closed for the night; and there being now no help for it, Mark put the best face he could upon the matter, and walked doggedly to the bar-door.
"If I look at her," said Mark to himself, "I"m done. I feel that I"m a-going fast."
"You have come at last," said Mrs Lupin.
Aye, Mark said: There he was.
"And you are determined to leave us, Mark?" cried Mrs Lupin.
"Why, yes; I am," said Mark; keeping his eyes hard upon the floor.
"I thought," pursued the landlady, with a most engaging hesitation, "that you had been--fond--of the Dragon?"
"So I am," said Mark.
"Then," pursued the hostess--and it really was not an unnatural inquiry--"why do you desert it?"
But as he gave no manner of answer to this question; not even on its being repeated; Mrs Lupin put his money into his hand, and asked him--not unkindly, quite the contrary--what he would take?
It is proverbial that there are certain things which flesh and blood cannot bear. Such a question as this, propounded in such a manner, at such a time, and by such a person, proved (at least, as far as, Mark"s flesh and blood were concerned) to be one of them. He looked up in spite of himself directly; and having once looked up, there was no looking down again; for of all the tight, plump, buxom, bright-eyed, dimple-faced landladies that ever shone on earth, there stood before him then, bodily in that bar, the very pink and pineapple.
"Why, I tell you what," said Mark, throwing off all his constraint in an instant and seizing the hostess round the waist--at which she was not at all alarmed, for she knew what a good young man he was--"if I took what I liked most, I should take you. If I only thought what was best for me, I should take you. If I took what nineteen young fellows in twenty would be glad to take, and would take at any price, I should take you. Yes, I should," cried Mr Tapley, shaking his head expressively enough, and looking (in a momentary state of forgetfulness) rather hard at the hostess"s ripe lips. "And no man wouldn"t wonder if I did!"
Mrs Lupin said he amazed her. She was astonished how he could say such things. She had never thought it of him.
"Why, I never thought if of myself till now!" said Mark, raising his eyebrows with a look of the merriest possible surprise. "I always expected we should part, and never have no explanation; I meant to do it when I come in here just now; but there"s something about you, as makes a man sensible. Then let us have a word or two together; letting it be understood beforehand," he added this in a grave tone, to prevent the possibility of any mistake, "that I"m not a-going to make no love, you know."
There was for just one second a shade, though not by any means a dark one, on the landlady"s open brow. But it pa.s.sed off instantly, in a laugh that came from her very heart.
"Oh, very good!" she said; "if there is to be no love-making, you had better take your arm away."
"Lord, why should I!" cried Mark. "It"s quite innocent."
"Of course it"s innocent," returned the hostess, "or I shouldn"t allow it."
"Very well!" said Mark. "Then let it be."
There was so much reason in this that the landlady laughed again, suffered it to remain, and bade him say what he had to say, and be quick about it. But he was an impudent fellow, she added.
"Ha ha! I almost think I am!" cried Mark, "though I never thought so before. Why, I can say anything to-night!"
"Say what you"re going to say if you please, and be quick," returned the landlady, "for I want to get to bed."
"Why, then, my dear good soul," said Mark, "and a kinder woman than you are never drawed breath--let me see the man as says she did!--what would be the likely consequence of us two being--"
"Oh nonsense!" cried Mrs Lupin. "Don"t talk about that any more."
"No, no, but it an"t nonsense," said Mark; "and I wish you"d attend.
What would be the likely consequence of us two being married? If I can"t be content and comfortable in this here lively Dragon now, is it to be looked for as I should be then? By no means. Very good. Then you, even with your good humour, would be always on the fret and worrit, always uncomfortable in your own mind, always a-thinking as you was getting too old for my taste, always a-picturing me to yourself as being chained up to the Dragon door, and wanting to break away. I don"t know that it would be so," said Mark, "but I don"t know that it mightn"t be. I am a roving sort of chap, I know. I"m fond of change. I"m always a-thinking that with my good health and spirits it would be more creditable in me to be jolly where there"s things a-going on to make one dismal. It may be a mistake of mine you see, but nothing short of trying how it acts will set it right. Then an"t it best that I should go; particular when your free way has helped me out to say all this, and we can part as good friends as we have ever been since first I entered this here n.o.ble Dragon, which," said Mr Tapley in conclusion, "has my good word and my good wish to the day of my death!"
The hostess sat quite silent for a little time, but she very soon put both her hands in Mark"s and shook them heartily.
"For you are a good man," she said; looking into his face with a smile, which was rather serious for her. "And I do believe have been a better friend to me to-night than ever I have had in all my life."
"Oh! as to that, you know," said Mark, "that"s nonsense. But love my heart alive!" he added, looking at her in a sort of rapture, "if you ARE that way disposed, what a lot of suitable husbands there is as you may drive distracted!"
She laughed again at this compliment; and, once more shaking him by both hands, and bidding him, if he should ever want a friend, to remember her, turned gayly from the little bar and up the Dragon staircase.
"Humming a tune as she goes," said Mark, listening, "in case I should think she"s at all put out, and should be made down-hearted. Come, here"s some credit in being jolly, at last!"
With that piece of comfort, very ruefully uttered, he went, in anything but a jolly manner, to bed.
He rose early next morning, and was a-foot soon after sunrise. But it was of no use; the whole place was up to see Mark Tapley off; the boys, the dogs, the children, the old men, the busy people and the idlers; there they were, all calling out "Good-b"ye, Mark," after their own manner, and all sorry he was going. Somehow he had a kind of sense that his old mistress was peeping from her chamber-window, but he couldn"t make up his mind to look back.
"Good-b"ye one, good-b"ye all!" cried Mark, waving his hat on the top of his walking-stick, as he strode at a quick pace up the little street.
"Hearty chaps them wheelwrights--hurrah! Here"s the butcher"s dog a-coming out of the garden--down, old fellow! And Mr Pinch a-going to his organ--good-b"ye, sir! And the terrier-b.i.t.c.h from over the way--hie, then, la.s.s! And children enough to hand down human natur to the latest posterity--good-b"ye, boys and girls! There"s some credit in it now. I"m a-coming out strong at last. These are the circ.u.mstances that would try a ordinary mind; but I"m uncommon jolly. Not quite as jolly as I could wish to be, but very near. Good-b"ye! good-b"ye!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
ACCOMPANIES MR PECKSNIFF AND HIS CHARMING DAUGHTERS TO THE CITY OF LONDON; AND RELATES WHAT FELL OUT UPON THEIR WAY THITHER
When Mr Pecksniff and the two young ladies got into the heavy coach at the end of the lane, they found it empty, which was a great comfort; particularly as the outside was quite full and the pa.s.sengers looked very frosty. For as Mr Pecksniff justly observed--when he and his daughters had burrowed their feet deep in the straw, wrapped themselves to the chin, and pulled up both windows--it is always satisfactory to feel, in keen weather, that many other people are not as warm as you are. And this, he said, was quite natural, and a very beautiful arrangement; not confined to coaches, but extending itself into many social ramifications. "For" (he observed), "if every one were warm and well-fed, we should lose the satisfaction of admiring the fort.i.tude with which certain conditions of men bear cold and hunger. And if we were no better off than anybody else, what would become of our sense of grat.i.tude; which," said Mr Pecksniff with tears in his eyes, as he shook his fist at a beggar who wanted to get up behind, "is one of the holiest feelings of our common nature."
His children heard with becoming reverence these moral precepts from the lips of their father, and signified their acquiescence in the same, by smiles. That he might the better feed and cherish that sacred flame of grat.i.tude in his breast, Mr Pecksniff remarked that he would trouble his eldest daughter, even in this early stage of their journey, for the brandy-bottle. And from the narrow neck of that stone vessel he imbibed a copious refreshment.
"What are we?" said Mr Pecksniff, "but coaches? Some of us are slow coaches"--
"Goodness, Pa!" cried Charity.
"Some of us, I say," resumed her parent with increased emphasis, "are slow coaches; some of us are fast coaches. Our pa.s.sions are the horses; and rampant animals too--!"
"Really, Pa," cried both the daughters at once. "How very unpleasant."
"And rampant animals too" repeated Mr Pecksniff with so much determination, that he may be said to have exhibited, at the moment a sort of moral rampancy himself;"--and Virtue is the drag. We start from The Mother"s Arms, and we run to The Dust Shovel."
When he had said this, Mr Pecksniff, being exhausted, took some further refreshment. When he had done that, he corked the bottle tight, with the air of a man who had effectually corked the subject also; and went to sleep for three stages.
The tendency of mankind when it falls asleep in coaches, is to wake up cross; to find its legs in its way; and its corns an aggravation.
Mr Pecksniff not being exempt from the common lot of humanity found himself, at the end of his nap, so decidedly the victim of these infirmities, that he had an irresistible inclination to visit them upon his daughters; which he had already begun to do in the shape of divers random kicks, and other unexpected motions of his shoes, when the coach stopped, and after a short delay the door was opened.
"Now mind," said a thin sharp voice in the dark. "I and my son go inside, because the roof is full, but you agree only to charge us outside prices. It"s quite understood that we won"t pay more. Is it?"
"All right, sir," replied the guard.
"Is there anybody inside now?" inquired the voice.