But, the confiding young man proceeded to heap coals of fire on his sensitive head.
"I beg your pardon, Mr Twemlow; you see I am acquainted with the nature of the affairs that are transacted here. Is there anything I can do for you here? You have always been brought up as a gentleman, and never as a man of business;" another touch of possible impertinence in this place; "and perhaps you are but a poor man of business. What else is to be expected!"
"I am even a poorer man of business than I am a man, sir," returned Twemlow, "and I could hardly express my deficiency in a stronger way. I really do not so much as clearly understand my position in the matter on which I am brought here. But there are reasons which make me very delicate of accepting your a.s.sistance. I am greatly, greatly, disinclined to profit by it. I don"t deserve it."
Good childish creature! Condemned to a pa.s.sage through the world by such narrow little dimly-lighted ways, and picking up so few specks or spots on the road!
"Perhaps," said Fledgeby, "you may be a little proud of entering on the topic,--having been brought up as a gentleman."
"It"s not that, sir," returned Twemlow, "it"s not that. I hope I distinguish between true pride and false pride."
"I have no pride at all, myself," said Fledgeby, "and perhaps I don"t cut things so fine as to know one from t"other. But I know this is a place where even a man of business needs his wits about him; and if mine can be of any use to you here, you"re welcome to them."
"You are very good," said Twemlow, faltering. "But I am most unwilling--"
"I don"t, you know," proceeded Fledgeby with an ill-favoured glance, "entertain the vanity of supposing that my wits could be of any use to you in society, but they might be here. You cultivate society and society cultivates you, but Mr Riah"s not society. In society, Mr Riah is kept dark; eh, Mr Twemlow?"
Twemlow, much disturbed, and with his hand fluttering about his forehead, replied: "Quite true."
The confiding young man besought him to state his case. The innocent Twemlow, expecting Fledgeby to be astounded by what he should unfold, and not for an instant conceiving the possibility of its happening every day, but treating of it as a terrible phenomenon occurring in the course of ages, related how that he had had a deceased friend, a married civil officer with a family, who had wanted money for change of place on change of post, and how he, Twemlow, had "given him his name," with the usual, but in the eyes of Twemlow almost incredible result that he had been left to repay what he had never had. How, in the course of years, he had reduced the princ.i.p.al by trifling sums, "having," said Twemlow, "always to observe great economy, being in the enjoyment of a fixed income limited in extent, and that depending on the munificence of a certain n.o.bleman," and had always pinched the full interest out of himself with punctual pinches. How he had come, in course of time, to look upon this one only debt of his life as a regular quarterly drawback, and no worse, when "his name" had some way fallen into the possession of Mr Riah, who had sent him notice to redeem it by paying up in full, in one plump sum, or take tremendous consequences. This, with hazy remembrances of how he had been carried to some office to "confess judgment" (as he recollected the phrase), and how he had been carried to another office where his life was a.s.sured for somebody not wholly unconnected with the sherry trade whom he remembered by the remarkable circ.u.mstance that he had a Straduarius violin to dispose of, and also a Madonna, formed the sum and substance of Mr Twemlow"s narrative. Through which stalked the shadow of the awful Snigsworth, eyed afar off by money-lenders as Security in the Mist, and menacing Twemlow with his baronial truncheon.
To all, Mr Fledgeby listened with the modest gravity becoming a confiding young man who knew it all beforehand, and, when it was finished, seriously shook his head. "I don"t like, Mr Twemlow," said Fledgeby, "I don"t like Riah"s calling in the princ.i.p.al. If he"s determined to call it in, it must come."
"But supposing, sir," said Twemlow, downcast, "that it can"t come?"
"Then," retorted Fledgeby, "you must go, you know."
"Where?" asked Twemlow, faintly.
"To prison," returned Fledgeby. Whereat Mr Twemlow leaned his innocent head upon his hand, and moaned a little moan of distress and disgrace.
"However," said Fledgeby, appearing to pluck up his spirits, "we"ll hope it"s not so bad as that comes to. If you"ll allow me, I"ll mention to Mr Riah when he comes in, who you are, and I"ll tell him you"re my friend, and I"ll say my say for you, instead of your saying it for yourself; I may be able to do it in a more business-like way. You won"t consider it a liberty?"
"I thank you again and again, sir," said Twemlow. "I am strong, strongly, disinclined to avail myself of your generosity, though my helplessness yields. For I cannot but feel that I--to put it in the mildest form of speech--that I have done nothing to deserve it."
"Where CAN he be?" muttered Fledgeby, referring to his watch again. "What CAN he have gone out for? Did you ever see him, Mr Twemlow?"
"Never."
"He is a thorough Jew to look at, but he is a more thorough Jew to deal with. He"s worst when he"s quiet. If he"s quiet, I shall take it as a very bad sign. Keep your eye upon him when he comes in, and, if he"s quiet, don"t be hopeful. Here he is!--He looks quiet."
With these words, which had the effect of causing the harmless Twemlow painful agitation, Mr Fledgeby withdrew to his former post, and the old man entered the counting-house.
"Why, Mr Riah," said Fledgeby, "I thought you were lost!"
The old man, glancing at the stranger, stood stock-still. He perceived that his master was leading up to the orders he was to take, and he waited to understand them.
"I really thought," repeated Fledgeby slowly, "that you were lost, Mr Riah. Why, now I look at you--but no, you can"t have done it; no, you can"t have done it!"
Hat in hand, the old man lifted his head, and looked distressfully at Fledgeby as seeking to know what new moral burden he was to bear.
"You can"t have rushed out to get the start of everybody else, and put in that bill of sale at Lammle"s?" said Fledgeby. "Say you haven"t, Mr Riah."
"Sir, I have," replied the old man in a low voice.
"Oh my eye!" cried Fledgeby. "Tut, tut, tut! Dear, dear, dear! Well! I knew you were a hard customer, Mr Riah, but I never thought you were as hard as that."
"Sir," said the old man, with great uneasiness, "I do as I am directed. I am not the princ.i.p.al here. I am but the agent of a superior, and I have no choice, no power."
"Don"t say so," retorted Fledgeby, secretly exultant as the old man stretched out his hands, with a shrinking action of defending himself against the sharp construction of the two observers. "Don"t play the tune of the trade, Mr Riah. You"ve a right to get in your debts, if you"re determined to do it, but don"t pretend what every one in your line regularly pretends. At least, don"t do it to me. Why should you, Mr Riah? You know I know all about you."
The old man clasped the skirt of his long coat with his disengaged hand, and directed a wistful look at Fledgeby.
"And don"t," said Fledgeby, "don"t, I entreat you as a favour, Mr Riah, be so devilish meek, for I know what"ll follow if you are. Look here, Mr Riah. This gentleman is Mr Twemlow."
The Jew turned to him and bowed. That poor lamb bowed in return; polite, and terrified.
"I have made such a failure," proceeded Fledgeby, "in trying to do anything with you for my friend Lammle, that I"ve hardly a hope of doing anything with you for my friend (and connexion indeed) Mr Twemlow. But I do think that if you would do a favour for anybody, you would for me, and I won"t fail for want of trying, and I"ve pa.s.sed my promise to Mr Twemlow besides. Now, Mr Riah, here is Mr Twemlow. Always good for his interest, always coming up to time, always paying his little way. Now, why should you press Mr Twemlow? You can"t have any spite against Mr Twemlow! Why not be easy with Mr Twemlow?"
The old man looked into Fledgeby"s little eyes for any sign of leave to be easy with Mr Twemlow; but there was no sign in them.
"Mr Twemlow is no connexion of yours, Mr Riah," said Fledgeby; "you can"t want to be even with him for having through life gone in for a gentleman and hung on to his Family. If Mr Twemlow has a contempt for business, what can it matter to you?"
"But pardon me," interposed the gentle victim, "I have not. I should consider it presumption."
"There, Mr Riah!" said Fledgeby, "isn"t that handsomely said? Come! Make terms with me for Mr Twemlow."
The old man looked again for any sign of permission to spare the poor little gentleman. No. Mr Fledgeby meant him to be racked.
"I am very sorry, Mr Twemlow," said Riah. "I have my instructions. I am invested with no authority for diverging from them. The money must be paid."
"In full and slap down, do you mean, Mr Riah?" asked Fledgeby, to make things quite explicit.
"In full, sir, and at once," was Riah"s answer.
Mr Fledgeby shook his head deploringly at Twemlow, and mutely expressed in reference to the venerable figure standing before him with eyes upon the ground: "What a Monster of an Israelite this is!"
"Mr Riah," said Fledgeby.
The old man lifted up his eyes once more to the little eyes in Mr Fledgeby"s head, with some reviving hope that the sign might be coming yet.
"Mr Riah, it"s of no use my holding back the fact. There"s a certain great party in the background in Mr Twemlow"s case, and you know it.
"I know it," the old man admitted.
"Now, I"ll put it as a plain point of business, Mr Riah. Are you fully determined (as a plain point of business) either to have that said great party"s security, or that said great party"s money?"
"Fully determined," answered Riah, as he read his master"s face, and learnt the book.
"Not at all caring for, and indeed as it seems to me rather enjoying," said Fledgeby, with peculiar unction, "the precious kick-up and row that will come off between Mr Twemlow and the said great party?"
This required no answer, and received none. Poor Mr Twemlow, who had betrayed the keenest mental terrors since his n.o.ble kinsman loomed in the perspective, rose with a sigh to take his departure. "I thank you very much, sir," he said, offering Fledgeby his feverish hand. "You have done me an unmerited service. Thank you, thank you!"
"Don"t mention it," answered Fledgeby. "It"s a failure so far, but I"ll stay behind, and take another touch at Mr Riah."
"Do not deceive yourself Mr Twemlow," said the Jew, then addressing him directly for the first time. "There is no hope for you. You must expect no leniency here. You must pay in full, and you cannot pay too promptly, or you will be put to heavy charges. Trust nothing to me, sir. Money, money, money." When he had said these words in an emphatic manner, he acknowledged Mr Twemlow"s still polite motion of his head, and that amiable little worthy took his departure in the lowest spirits.
Fascination Fledgeby was in such a merry vein when the counting-house was cleared of him, that he had nothing for it but to go to the window, and lean his arms on the frame of the blind, and have his silent laugh out, with his back to his subordinate. When he turned round again with a composed countenance, his subordinate still stood in the same place, and the dolls" dressmaker sat behind the door with a look of horror.
"Halloa!" cried Mr Fledgeby, "you"re forgetting this young lady, Mr Riah, and she has been waiting long enough too. Sell her her waste, please, and give her good measure if you can make up your mind to do the liberal thing for once."
He looked on for a time, as the Jew filled her little basket with such sc.r.a.ps as she was used to buy; but, his merry vein coming on again, he was obliged to turn round to the window once more, and lean his arms on the blind.
"There, my Cinderella dear," said the old man in a whisper, and with a worn-out look, "the basket"s full now. Bless you! And get you gone!"
"Don"t call me your Cinderella dear," returned Miss Wren. "O you cruel G.o.dmother!"
She shook that emphatic little forefinger of hers in his face at parting, as earnestly and reproachfully as she had ever shaken it at her grim old child at home.
"You are not the G.o.dmother at all!" said she. "You are the Wolf in the Forest, the wicked Wolf! And if ever my dear Lizzie is sold and betrayed, I shall know who sold and betrayed her!"
Chapter 14.
MR WEGG PREPARES A GRINDSTONE FOR MR BOFFIN"S NOSE.
Having a.s.sisted at a few more expositions of the lives of Misers, Mr Venus became almost indispensable to the evenings at the Bower. The circ.u.mstance of having another listener to the wonders unfolded by Wegg, or, as it were, another calculator to cast up the guineas found in teapots, chimneys, racks and mangers, and other such banks of deposit, seemed greatly to heighten Mr Boffin"s enjoyment; while Silas Wegg, for his part, though of a jealous temperament which might under ordinary circ.u.mstances have resented the anatomist"s getting into favour, was so very anxious to keep his eye on that gentleman--lest, being too much left to himself, he should be tempted to play any tricks with the precious doc.u.ment in his keeping--that he never lost an opportunity of commending him to Mr Boffin"s notice as a third party whose company was much to be desired. Another friendly demonstration towards him Mr Wegg now regularly gratified. After each sitting was over, and the patron had departed, Mr Wegg invariably saw Mr Venus home. To be sure, he as invariably requested to be refreshed with a sight of the paper in which he was a joint proprietor; but he never failed to remark that it was the great pleasure he derived from Mr Venus"s improving society which had insensibly lured him round to Clerkenwell again, and that, finding himself once more attracted to the spot by the social powers of Mr V., he would beg leave to go through that little incidental procedure, as a matter of form. "For well I know, sir," Mr Wegg would add, "that a man of your delicate mind would wish to be checked off whenever the opportunity arises, and it is not for me to baulk your feelings."
A certain rustiness in Mr Venus, which never became so lubricated by the oil of Mr Wegg but that he turned under the screw in a creaking and stiff manner, was very noticeable at about this period. While a.s.sisting at the literary evenings, he even went so far, on two or three occasions, as to correct Mr Wegg when he grossly misp.r.o.nounced a word, or made nonsense of a pa.s.sage; insomuch that Mr Wegg took to surveying his course in the day, and to making arrangements for getting round rocks at night instead of running straight upon them. Of the slightest anatomical reference he became particularly shy, and, if he saw a bone ahead, would go any distance out of his way rather than mention it by name.
The adverse destinies ordained that one evening Mr Wegg"s labouring bark became beset by polysyllables, and embarra.s.sed among a perfect archipelago of hard words. It being necessary to take soundings every minute, and to feel the way with the greatest caution, Mr Wegg"s attention was fully employed. Advantage was taken of this dilemma by Mr Venus, to pa.s.s a sc.r.a.p of paper into Mr Boffin"s hand, and lay his finger on his own lip.
When Mr Boffin got home at night he found that the paper contained Mr Venus"s card and these words: "Should be glad to be honoured with a call respecting business of your own, about dusk on an early evening."
The very next evening saw Mr Boffin peeping in at the preserved frogs in Mr Venus"s shop-window, and saw Mr Venus espying Mr Boffin with the readiness of one on the alert, and beckoning that gentleman into his interior. Responding, Mr Boffin was invited to seat himself on the box of human miscellanies before the fire, and did so, looking round the place with admiring eyes. The fire being low and fitful, and the dusk gloomy, the whole stock seemed to be winking and blinking with both eyes, as Mr Venus did. The French gentleman, though he had no eyes, was not at all behind-hand, but appeared, as the flame rose and fell, to open and shut his no eyes, with the regularity of the gla.s.s-eyed dogs and ducks and birds. The big-headed babies were equally obliging in lending their grotesque aid to the general effect.
"You see, Mr Venus, I"ve lost no time," said Mr Boffin. "Here I am."
"Here you are, sir," a.s.sented Mr Venus.
"I don"t like secrecy," pursued Mr Boffin--"at least, not in a general way I don"t--but I dare say you"ll show me good reason for being secret so far."
"I think I shall, sir," returned Venus.
"Good," said Mr Boffin. "You don"t expect Wegg, I take it for granted?"
"No, sir. I expect no one but the present company."
Mr Boffin glanced about him, as accepting under that inclusive denomination the French gentleman and the circle in which he didn"t move, and repeated, "The present company."
"Sir," said Mr Venus, "before entering upon business, I shall have to ask you for your word and honour that we are in confidence."
"Let"s wait a bit and understand what the expression means," answered Mr Boffin. "In confidence for how long? In confidence for ever and a day?"
"I take your hint, sir," said Venus; "you think you might consider the business, when you came to know it, to be of a nature incompatible with confidence on your part?"
"I might," said Mr Boffin with a cautious look.
"True, sir. Well, sir," observed Venus, after clutching at his dusty hair, to brighten his ideas, "let us put it another way. I open the business with you, relying upon your honour not to do anything in it, and not to mention me in it, without my knowledge."
"That sounds fair," said Mr Boffin. "I agree to that."
"I have your word and honour, sir?"
"My good fellow," retorted Mr Boffin, "you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don"t know. I"ve sorted a lot of dust in my time, but I never knew the two things go into separate heaps."
This remark seemed rather to abash Mr Venus. He hesitated, and said, "Very true, sir;" and again, "Very true, sir," before resuming the thread of his discourse.
"Mr Boffin, if I confess to you that I fell into a proposal of which you were the subject, and of which you oughtn"t to have been the subject, you will allow me to mention, and will please take into favourable consideration, that I was in a crushed state of mind at the time."
The Golden Dustman, with his hands folded on the top of his stout stick, with his chin resting upon them, and with something leering and whimsical in his eyes, gave a nod, and said, "Quite so, Venus."
"That proposal, sir, was a conspiring breach of your confidence, to such an extent, that I ought at once to have made it known to you. But I didn"t, Mr Boffin, and I fell into it."
Without moving eye or finger, Mr Boffin gave another nod, and placidly repeated, "Quite so, Venus."
"Not that I was ever hearty in it, sir," the penitent anatomist went on, "or that I ever viewed myself with anything but reproach for having turned out of the paths of science into the paths of--" he was going to say "villany," but, unwilling to press too hard upon himself, subst.i.tuted with great emphasis--"Weggery."
Placid and whimsical of look as ever, Mr Boffin answered: "Quite so, Venus."
"And now, sir," said Venus, "having prepared your mind in the rough, I will articulate the details." With which brief professional exordium, he entered on the history of the friendly move, and truly recounted it. One might have thought that it would have extracted some show of surprise or anger, or other emotion, from Mr Boffin, but it extracted nothing beyond his former comment: "Quite so, Venus."
"I have astonished you, sir, I believe?" said Mr Venus, pausing dubiously.
Mr Boffin simply answered as aforesaid: "Quite so, Venus."
By this time the astonishment was all on the other side. It did not, however, so continue. For, when Venus pa.s.sed to Wegg"s discovery, and from that to their having both seen Mr Boffin dig up the Dutch bottle, that gentleman changed colour, changed his att.i.tude, became extremely restless, and ended (when Venus ended) by being in a state of manifest anxiety, trepidation, and confusion.
"Now, sir," said Venus, finishing off; "you best know what was in that Dutch bottle, and why you dug it up, and took it away. I don"t pretend to know anything more about it than I saw. All I know is this: I am proud of my calling after all (though it has been attended by one dreadful drawback which has told upon my heart, and almost equally upon my skeleton), and I mean to live by my calling. Putting the same meaning into other words, I do not mean to turn a single dishonest penny by this affair. As the best amends I can make you for having ever gone into it, I make known to you, as a warning, what Wegg has found out. My opinion is, that Wegg is not to be silenced at a modest price, and I build that opinion on his beginning to dispose of your property the moment he knew his power. Whether it"s worth your while to silence him at any price, you will decide for yourself, and take your measures accordingly. As far as I am concerned, I have no price. If I am ever called upon for the truth, I tell it, but I want to do no more than I have now done and ended."
"Thank"ee, Venus!" said Mr Boffin, with a hearty grip of his hand; "thank"ee, Venus, thank"ee, Venus!" And then walked up and down the little shop in great agitation. "But look here, Venus," he by-and-by resumed, nervously sitting down again; "if I have to buy Wegg up, I shan"t buy him any cheaper for your being out of it. Instead of his having half the money--it was to have been half, I suppose? Share and share alike?"