"Well; no. The likes of him seldom do like to unbosom themselves,"
said Moulder.
"But that will be my desire. If they will only allow me to speak freely whatever I know about this matter, I will give them no trouble."
"You mean to act honest, John," said his sister.
"I always did, Mary Anne."
"Well now, I"ll tell you what it is," said Moulder. "As Mrs. Smiley don"t like it I won"t say anything more about gammon;--not just at present, that is."
"I"ve no objection to gammon, Mr. Moulder, when properly used," said Mrs. Smiley, "but I look on it as disrespectful; and seeing the position which I hold as regards John Kenneby, anything disrespectful to him is hurtful to my feelings."
"All right," said Moulder. "And now, John, I"ll just tell you what it is. You"ve no more chance of being allowed to speak freely there than--than--than--no more than if you was in church. What are them fellows paid for if you"re to say whatever you pleases out in your own way?"
"He only wants to say the truth, M.," said Mrs. Moulder, who probably knew less than her husband of the general usages of courts of law.
"Truth be ----," said Moulder.
"Mr. Moulder!" said Mrs. Smiley. "There"s ladies by, if you"ll please to remember."
"To hear such nonsense sets one past oneself," continued he; "as if all those lawyers were brought together there--the cleverest and sharpest fellows in the kingdom, mind you--to listen to a man like John here telling his own story in his own way. You"ll have to tell your story in their way; that is, in two different ways. There"ll be one fellow"ll make you tell it his way first, and another fellow"ll make you tell it again his way afterwards; and its odds but what the first "ll be at you again after that, till you won"t know whether you stand on your heels or your head."
"That can"t be right," said Mrs. Moulder.
"And why can"t it be right?" said Moulder. "They"re paid for it; it"s their duties; just as it"s my duty to sell Hubbles and Grease"s sugar. It"s not for me to say the sugar"s bad, or the samples not equal to the last. My duty is to sell, and I sell;--and it"s their duty to get a verdict."
"But the truth, Moulder--!" said Kenneby.
"Gammon!" said Moulder. "Begging your pardon, Mrs. Smiley, for making use of the expression. Look you here, John; if you"re paid to bring a man off not guilty, won"t you bring him off if you can? I"ve been at trials times upon times, and listened till I"ve wished from the bottom of my heart that I"d been brought up a barrister. Not that I think much of myself, and I mean of course with education and all that accordingly. It"s beautiful to hear them. You"ll see a little fellow in a wig, and he"ll get up; and there"ll be a man in the box before him,--some swell dressed up to his eyes, who thinks no end of strong beer of himself; and in about ten minutes he"ll be as flabby as wet paper, and he"ll say--on his oath, mind you,--just anything that that little fellow wants him to say. That"s power, mind you, and I call it beautiful."
"But it ain"t justice," said Mrs. Smiley.
"Why not? I say it is justice. You can have it if you choose to pay for it, and so can I. If I buy a greatcoat against the winter, and you go out at night without having one, is it injustice because you"re perished by the cold while I"m as warm as a toast. I say it"s a grand thing to live in a country where one can buy a greatcoat."
The argument had got so far, Mr. Moulder certainly having the best of it, when a ring at the outer door was heard.
"Now who on earth is that?" said Moulder.
"Snengkeld, I shouldn"t wonder," said his wife.
"I hope it ain"t no stranger," said Mrs. Smiley. "Situated as John and I are now, strangers is so disagreeable." And then the door was opened by the maid-servant, and Mr. Kantwise was shown into the room.
"Halloo, Kantwise!" said Mr. Moulder, not rising from his chair, or giving any very decided tokens of welcome. "I thought you were down somewhere among the iron foundries?"
"So I was, Mr. Moulder, but I came up yesterday. Mrs. Moulder, allow me to have the honour. I hope I see you quite well; but looking at you I need not ask. Mr. Kenneby, sir, your very humble servant.
The day"s coming on fast; isn"t it, Mr. Kenneby? Ma"am, your very obedient. I believe I haven"t the pleasure of being acquainted."
"Mrs. Smiley, Mr. Kantwise. Mr. Kantwise, Mrs. Smiley," said the lady of the house, introducing her visitors to each other in the appropriate way.
"Quite delighted, I"m sure," said Kantwise.
"Smiley as is, and Kenneby as will be this day three weeks," said Moulder; and then they all enjoyed that little joke, Mrs. Smiley by no means appearing bashful in the matter although Mr. Kantwise was a stranger.
"I thought I should find Mr. Kenneby here," said Kantwise, when the subject of the coming nuptials had been sufficiently discussed, "and therefore I just stepped in. No intrusion, I hope, Mr. Moulder."
"All right," said Moulder; "make yourself at home. There"s the stuff on the table. You know what the tap is."
"I"ve just parted from--Mr. Dockwrath," said Kantwise, speaking in a tone of voice which implied the great importance of the communication, and looking round the table to see the effect of it upon the circle.
"Then you"ve parted from a very low-lived party, let me tell you that," said Moulder. He had not forgotten Dockwrath"s conduct in the commercial room at Leeds, and was fully resolved that he never would forgive it.
"That"s as may be," said Kantwise. "I say nothing on that subject at the present moment, either one way or the other. But I think you"ll all agree as to this: that at the present moment Mr. Dockwrath fills a conspicuous place in the public eye."
"By no means so conspicuous as John Kenneby," said Mrs. Smiley, "if I may be allowed in my position to hold an opinion."
"That"s as may be, ma"am. I say nothing about that. What I hold by is, that Mr. Dockwrath does hold a conspicuous place in the public eye. I"ve just parted with him in Gray"s Inn Lane, and he says--that it"s all up now with Lady Mason."
"Gammon!" said Moulder. And on this occasion Mrs. Smiley did not rebuke him. "What does he know about it more than any one else? Will he bet two to one? Because, if so, I"ll take it;--only I must see the money down."
"I don"t know what he"ll bet, Mr. Moulder; only he says it"s all up with her."
"Will he back his side, even handed?"
"I ain"t a betting man, Mr. Moulder. I don"t think it"s right. And on such a matter as this, touching the liberty and almost life of a lady whom I"ve had the honour of seeing, and acquainted as I am with the lady of the other party, Mrs. Mason that is of Groby Park, I should rather, if it"s no offence to you, decline the subject of--betting."
"Bother!"
"Now M., in your own house, you know!" said his wife.
"So it is bother. But never mind that. Go on, Kantwise. What is this you were saying about Dockwrath?"
"Oh, that"s about all. I thought you would like to know what they were doing,--particularly Mr. Kenneby. I do hear that they mean to be uncommonly hard upon him."
The unfortunate witness shifted uneasily in his seat, but at the moment said nothing himself.
"Well, now, I can"t understand it," said Mrs. Smiley, sitting upright in her chair, and tackling herself to the discussion as though she meant to express her opinion, let who might think differently. "How is any one to put words into my mouth if I don"t choose to speak then? There"s John"s waistcoat is silk." Upon which they all looked at Kenneby"s waistcoat, and, with the exception of Kantwise, acknowledged the truth of the a.s.sertion.
"That"s as may be," said he, looking round at it from the corner of his eyes.
"And do you mean to say that all the barristers in London will make me say that it"s made of cloth? It"s ridic"lous--nothing short of ridic"lous."
"You"ve never tried, my dear," said Moulder.
"I don"t know about being your dear, Mr. Moulder--"
"Nor yet don"t I neither, Mrs. Smiley," said the wife.
"Mr. Kenneby"s my dear, and I ain"t ashamed to own him,--before men and women. But if he allows hisself to be hocussed in that way, I don"t know but what I shall be ashamed. I call it hocussing--just hocussing."