"No," returned the barber. "Is she a bankrupt?"
"If she ain"t, she will be," retorted Bailey. "That bis"ness never can be carried on without ME. Well! How are you?"
"Oh! I"m pretty well," said Poll. "Are you living at this end of the town, or were you coming to see me? Was that the bis"ness that brought you to Holborn?"
"I haven"t got no bis"ness in Holborn," returned Bailey, with some displeasure. "All my bis"ness lays at the West End. I"ve got the right sort of governor now. You can"t see his face for his whiskers, and can"t see his whiskers for the dye upon "em. That"s a gentleman ain"t it? You wouldn"t like a ride in a cab, would you? Why, it wouldn"t be safe to offer it. You"d faint away, only to see me a-comin" at a mild trot round the corner."
To convey a slight idea of the effect of this approach, Mr Bailey counterfeited in his own person the action of a high-trotting horse and threw up his head so high, in backing against a pump, that he shook his hat off.
"Why, he"s own uncle to Capricorn," said Bailey, "and brother to Cauliflower. He"s been through the winders of two chaney shops since we"ve had him, and was sold for killin" his missis. That"s a horse, I hope?"
"Ah! you"ll never want to buy any more red polls, now," observed Poll, looking on his young friend with an air of melancholy. "You"ll never want to buy any more red polls now, to hang up over the sink, will you?"
"I should think not," replied Bailey. "Reether so. I wouldn"t have nothin" to say to any bird below a Peac.o.c.k; and HE"d be wulgar. Well, how are you?"
"Oh! I"m pretty well," said Poll. He answered the question again because Mr Bailey asked it again; Mr Bailey asked it again, because--accompanied with a straddling action of the white cords, a bend of the knees, and a striking forth of the top-boots--it was an easy horse-fleshy, turfy sort of thing to do.
"Wot are you up to, old feller?" added Mr Bailey, with the same graceful rakishness. He was quite the man-about-town of the conversation, while the easy-shaver was the child.
"Why, I am going to fetch my lodger home," said Paul.
"A woman!" cried Mr Bailey, "for a twenty-pun" note!"
The little barber hastened to explain that she was neither a young woman, nor a handsome woman, but a nurse, who had been acting as a kind of house-keeper to a gentleman for some weeks past, and left her place that night, in consequence of being superseded by another and a more legitimate house-keeper--to wit, the gentleman"s bride.
"He"s newly married, and he brings his young wife home to-night," said the barber. "So I"m going to fetch my lodger away--Mr Chuzzlewit"s, close behind the Post Office--and carry her box for her."
"Jonas Chuzzlewit"s?" said Bailey.
"Ah!" returned Paul: "that"s the name sure enough. Do you know him?"
"Oh, no!" cried Mr Bailey; "not at all. And I don"t know her! Not neither! Why, they first kept company through me, a"most."
"Ah?" said Paul.
"Ah!" said Mr Bailey, with a wink; "and she ain"t bad looking mind you.
But her sister was the best. SHE was the merry one. I often used to have a bit of fun with her, in the hold times!"
Mr Bailey spoke as if he already had a leg and three-quarters in the grave, and this had happened twenty or thirty years ago. Paul Sweedlepipe, the meek, was so perfectly confounded by his precocious self-possession, and his patronizing manner, as well as by his boots, c.o.c.kade, and livery, that a mist swam before his eyes, and he saw--not the Bailey of acknowledged juvenility from Todgers"s Commercial Boarding House, who had made his acquaintance within a twelvemonth, by purchasing, at sundry times, small birds at twopence each--but a highly-condensed embodiment of all the sporting grooms in London; an abstract of all the stable-knowledge of the time; a something at a high-pressure that must have had existence many years, and was fraught with terrible experiences. And truly, though in the cloudy atmosphere of Todgers"s, Mr Bailey"s genius had ever shone out brightly in this particular respect, it now eclipsed both time and s.p.a.ce, cheated beholders of their senses, and worked on their belief in defiance of all natural laws. He walked along the tangible and real stones of Holborn Hill, an undersized boy; and yet he winked the winks, and thought the thoughts, and did the deeds, and said the sayings of an ancient man.
There was an old principle within him, and a young surface without. He became an inexplicable creature; a breeched and booted Sphinx. There was no course open to the barber, but to go distracted himself, or to take Bailey for granted; and he wisely chose the latter.
Mr Bailey was good enough to continue to bear him company, and to entertain him, as they went, with easy conversation on various sporting topics; especially on the comparative merits, as a general principle, of horses with white stockings, and horses without. In regard to the style of tail to be preferred, Mr Bailey had opinions of his own, which he explained, but begged they might by no means influence his friend"s, as here he knew he had the misfortune to differ from some excellent authorities. He treated Mr Sweedlepipe to a dram, compounded agreeably to his own directions, which he informed him had been invented by a member of the Jockey Club; and, as they were by this time near the barber"s destination, he observed that, as he had an hour to spare, and knew the parties, he would, if quite agreeable, be introduced to Mrs Gamp.
Paul knocked at Jonas Chuzzlewit"s; and, on the door being opened by that lady, made the two distinguished persons known to one another. It was a happy feature in Mrs Gamp"s twofold profession, that it gave her an interest in everything that was young as well as in everything that was old. She received Mr Bailey with much kindness.
"It"s very good, I"m sure, of you to come," she said to her landlord, "as well as bring so nice a friend. But I"m afraid that I must trouble you so far as to step in, for the young couple has not yet made appearance."
"They"re late, ain"t they?" inquired her landlord, when she had conducted them downstairs into the kitchen.
"Well, sir, considern" the Wings of Love, they are," said Mrs Gamp.
Mr Bailey inquired whether the Wings of Love had ever won a plate, or could be backed to do anything remarkable; and being informed that it was not a horse, but merely a poetical or figurative expression, evinced considerable disgust. Mrs Gamp was so very much astonished by his affable manners and great ease, that she was about to propound to her landlord in a whisper the staggering inquiry, whether he was a man or a boy, when Mr Sweedlepipe, antic.i.p.ating her design, made a timely diversion.
"He knows Mrs Chuzzlewit," said Paul aloud.
"There"s nothin" he don"t know; that"s my opinion," observed Mrs Gamp.
"All the wickedness of the world is Print to him."
Mr Bailey received this as a compliment, and said, adjusting his cravat, "reether so."
"As you knows Mrs Chuzzlewit, you knows, p"raps, what her chris"en name is?" Mrs Gamp observed.
"Charity," said Bailey.
"That it ain"t!" cried Mrs Gamp.
"Cherry, then," said Bailey. "Cherry"s short for it. It"s all the same."
"It don"t begin with a C at all," retorted Mrs Gamp, shaking her head.
"It begins with a M."
"Whew!" cried Mr Bailey, slapping a little cloud of pipe-clay out of his left leg, "then he"s been and married the merry one!"
As these words were mysterious, Mrs Gamp called upon him to explain, which Mr Bailey proceeded to do; that lady listening greedily to everything he said. He was yet in the fullness of his narrative when the sound of wheels, and a double knock at the street door, announced the arrival of the newly married couple. Begging him to reserve what more he had to say for her hearing on the way home, Mrs Gamp took up the candle, and hurried away to receive and welcome the young mistress of the house.
"Wishing you appiness and joy with all my art," said Mrs Gamp, dropping a curtsey as they entered the hall; "and you, too, sir. Your lady looks a little tired with the journey, Mr Chuzzlewit, a pretty dear!"
"She has bothered enough about it," grumbled Mr Jonas. "Now, show a light, will you?"
"This way, ma"am, if you please," said Mrs Gamp, going upstairs before them. "Things has been made as comfortable as they could be, but there"s many things you"ll have to alter your own self when you gets time to look about you! Ah! sweet thing! But you don"t," added Mrs Gamp, internally, "you don"t look much like a merry one, I must say!"
It was true; she did not. The death that had gone before the bridal seemed to have left its shade upon the house. The air was heavy and oppressive; the rooms were dark; a deep gloom filled up every c.h.i.n.k and corner. Upon the hearthstone, like a creature of ill omen, sat the aged clerk, with his eyes fixed on some withered branches in the stove. He rose and looked at her.
"So there you are, Mr Chuff," said Jonas carelessly, as he dusted his boots; "still in the land of the living, eh?"
"Still in the land of the living, sir," retorted Mrs Gamp. "And Mr Chuffey may thank you for it, as many and many a time I"ve told him."
Mr Jonas was not in the best of humours, for he merely said, as he looked round, "We don"t want you any more, you know, Mrs Gamp."
"I"m a-going immediate, sir," returned the nurse; "unless there"s nothink I can do for you, ma"am. Ain"t there," said Mrs Gamp, with a look of great sweetness, and rummaging all the time in her pocket; "ain"t there nothink I can do for you, my little bird?"
"No," said Merry, almost crying. "You had better go away, please!"
With a leer of mingled sweetness and slyness; with one eye on the future, one on the bride, and an arch expression in her face, partly spiritual, partly spirituous, and wholly professional and peculiar to her art; Mrs Gamp rummaged in her pocket again, and took from it a printed card, whereon was an inscription copied from her signboard.
"Would you be so good, my darling dovey of a dear young married lady,"
Mrs Gamp observed, in a low voice, "as put that somewheres where you can keep it in your mind? I"m well beknown to many ladies, and it"s my card.
Gamp is my name, and Gamp my nater. Livin" quite handy, I will make so bold as call in now and then, and make inquiry how your health and spirits is, my precious chick!"