True, the tall and stalwart young frame of George Aspel needed no refreshment at the time, and he would have scorned the insinuation that he _required_ anything to support him--but--but--it was decidedly refreshing! There could be no doubt whatever about that, and it induced him to take a more amiable view of men in general--of "poor Abel Bones"
in particular. He even felt less savagely disposed towards Sir James, though he by no means forgave him, but made up his mind finally to have nothing more to do with him, while as to May--hope told him flattering tales.
At this point in his walk he was attracted by one of those traps to catch the unwary, which are so numerous in London--a music-hall. George knew not what it was, and cared not. It was a place of public entertainment: that was enough for him. He wanted entertainment, and in he went.
It is not our purpose to describe this place. Enough is told when we have said that there were dazzling lights and gorgeous scenes, and much music, and many other things to amuse. There were also many gentlemen, but--no ladies. There was also much smoking and drinking.
Aspel soon observed that he was expected either to drink or smoke. He did not wish to do either, but, disliking singularity, ordered a cigar and a gla.s.s of brandy-and-water. These were followed by another cigar and another gla.s.s. Towards midnight he had reached that condition when drink stimulates the desire for more drink. Being aware, from former experience, of the danger of this condition, and being, as we have said, a man of some strength of will, he rose to go.
At the moment a half-tipsy man at the little table next him carelessly flung the end of his cigar away. It alighted, probably by accident, on the top of Aspel"s head.
"Hallo, sir!" shouted the enraged youth, starting up and seizing the man by his collar.
"Hallo, sir!" echoed the man, who had reached his pugnacious cups, "let go."
He struck out at the same moment. Aspel would have parried the blow, but his arm had been seized by one of the bystanders, and it took effect on his nose, which instantly sent a red stream over his mouth and down the front of his shirt.
Good-humour and kindliness usually served Aspel in the place of principle. Remove these qualities temporarily, and he became an unguarded savage--sometimes a roaring lion.
With a shout that suspended the entertainments and drew the attention of the whole house, he seized his adversary, lifted him in the air, and would infallibly have dashed him on the floor if he had not been caught in the arms of the crowd. As it was, the offender went down, carrying half-a-dozen friends and a couple of tables with their gla.s.ses along with him.
Aspel was prevented from doing more mischief by three powerful policemen, who seized him from behind and led him into the pa.s.sage.
There a noisy explanation took place, which gave the offender time to cool and reflect on his madness. On his talking quietly to the policemen, and readily paying for the damage he had done, he was allowed to go free. Descending the stair to the street, where the glare of the entrance-lamps fell full upon him, he felt a sudden sensation of faintness, caused by the combination of cold air, excitement, drink, and smoke. Seizing the railings with one hand, he stood for a moment with his eyes shut.
Re-opening them, and gazing stupidly before him, he encountered the horrified gaze of May Maylands! She had been spending the evening with Miss Lillycrop, and was on her way home, escorted by Solomon Flint.
"Come along, Miss May," said Solomon, "don"t be afraid of "im. He can"t "urt you--too far gone for that, bless you. Come on."
May yielded, and was out of sight in a moment.
Filled with horror, despair, madness, and self-contempt, George Aspel stood holding on to the railings and glaring into vacuity. Recovering himself he staggered home and went to bed.
CHAPTER NINE.
MR. BLURT AND GEORGE ASPEL IN PECULIAR CIRc.u.mSTANCES.
When a man finds himself in a false position, out of which he sees no way of escape, he is apt to feel a depression of spirits which reveals itself in the expression of his countenance.
One morning Mr Enoch Blurt sat on a high stool in his brother"s shop, with his elbows on a screened desk, his chin in his hands, and a grim smile on his lips.
The shop was a peculiar one. It had somewhat the aspect of an old curiosity shop, but the predominance of stuffed birds gave it a distinctly ornithological flavour. Other stuffed creatures were there, however, such as lizards, frogs, monkeys, etcetera, all of which straddled in att.i.tudes more or less unlike nature, while a few wore expressions of astonishment quite in keeping with their circ.u.mstances.
"Here am I," soliloquised Mr Blurt with a touch of bitterness, "in the position of a shop-boy, in possession of a shop towards which I entertain feelings of repugnance, seeing that it has twice ruined my poor brother, and in regard to the details of which I know absolutely nothing. I had fancied I had reached the lowest depths of misfortune when I became a ruined diamond-merchant, but this is a profounder deep."
"Here"s the doctor a-comin" down-stairs, sir," said an elderly female, protruding her head from the back shop, and speaking in a stage-whisper.
"Very well, Mrs Murridge, let him come," said Mr Blurt recklessly.
He descended from the stool, as the doctor entered the shop looking very grave. Every expression, save that of deep anxiety, vanished from Mr Blurt"s face.
"My brother is worse?" he said quickly.
"Not worse," replied the doctor, "but his case is critical. Everything will depend on his mind being kept at ease. He has taken it into his head that his business is going to wreck while he lies there unable to attend to it, and asked me earnestly if the shop had been opened. I told him I"d step down and inquire."
"Poor Fred!" murmured his brother sadly; "he has too good reason to fancy his business is going to wreck, with or without his attendance, for I find that very little is doing, and you can see that the entire stock isn"t worth fifty pounds--if so much. The worst of it is that his boy, who used to a.s.sist him, absconded yesterday with the contents of the till, and there is no one now to look after it."
"That"s awkward. We must open the shop how ever, for it is all-important that his mind should be kept quiet. Do you know how to open it, Mr Blurt?"
Poor Mr Blurt looked helplessly at the closed shutters, through a hole in one of which the morning sun was streaming. Turning round he encountered the deeply solemn gaze of an owl which stood on a shelf at his elbow.
"No, doctor, I know no more how to open it than that idiot there," he said, pointing to the owl, "but I"ll make inquiries of Mrs Murridge."
The domestic fortunately knew the mysterious operations relative to the opening of a shop. With her a.s.sistance Mr Blurt took off the shutters, stowed them away in their proper niche, and threw open the door to the public with an air of invitation, if not hospitality, which deserved a better return than it received. With this news the doctor went back to the sick man.
"Mrs Murridge," said Mr Blurt, when the doctor had gone, "would you be so good as mind the shop for a few minutes, while I go up-stairs? If any one should come in, just go to the foot of the stair and give two coughs. I shall hear you."
On entering his brother"s room, he found him raised on one elbow, with his eyes fixed wildly on the door.
"Dear Fred," he said tenderly, hurrying forward; "you must not give way to anxiety, there"s a dear fellow. Lie down. The doctor says you"ll get well if you only keep quiet."
"Ay, but I can"t keep quiet," replied the poor old man tremulously, while he pa.s.sed his hand over the few straggling white hairs that lay on but failed to cover his head. "How can you expect me to keep quiet, Enoch, when my business is all going to the dogs for want of attention?
And that boy of mine is such a stupid fellow; he loses or mislays the letters somehow--I can"t understand how. There"s confusion too somewhere, because I have written several times of late to people who owe me money, and sometimes have got no answers, at other times been told that they _had_ replied, and enclosed cheques, and--"
"Come now, dear Fred," said Enoch soothingly, while he arranged the pillows, "do give up thinking about these things just for a little while till you are better, and in the meantime I will look after--"
"And he"s such a lazy boy too," interrupted the invalid,--"never gets up in time unless I rouse him.--Has the shop been opened, Enoch?"
"Yes, didn"t the doctor tell you? I always open it myself;" returned Enoch, speaking rapidly to prevent his brother, if possible, from asking after the boy, about whose unfaithfulness he was still ignorant. "And now, Fred, I insist on your handing the whole business over to me for a week or two, just as it stands; if you don"t I"ll go back to Africa.
Why, you"ve no idea what a splendid shopman I shall make. You seem to forget that I have been a successful diamond-merchant."
"I don"t see the connection, Enoch," returned the other, with a faint smile.
"That"s because you"ve never been out of London, and can"t believe in anybody who hasn"t been borne or at least bred, within the sound of Bow Bells. Don"t you know that diamond-merchants sometimes keep stores, and that stores mean buying and selling, and corresponding, and all that sort of thing? Come, dear Fred, trust me a little--only a little--for a day or two, or rather, I should say, trust G.o.d, and try to sleep.
There"s a dear fellow--come."
The sick man heaved a deep sigh, turned over on his side, and dropped into a quiet slumber--whether under the influence of a more trustful spirit or of exhaustion we cannot say--probably both.
Returning to the shop, Mr Blurt sat down in his old position on the stool and began to meditate. He was interrupted by the entrance of a woman carrying a stuffed pheasant. She pointed out that one of the gla.s.s eyes of the creature had got broken, and wished to know what it would cost to have a new one put in. Poor Mr Blurt had not the faintest idea either as to the manufacture or cost of gla.s.s eyes. He wished most fervently that the woman had gone to some other shop.
Becoming desperate, and being naturally irascible, as well as humorous, he took a grimly facetious course.
"My good woman," he said, with a bland smile, "I would recommend you to leave the bird as it is. A dead pheasant can see quite as well with one eye as with two, I a.s.sure you."
"La! sir, but it don"t look so well," said the woman.
"O yes, it does; quite as well, if you turn its blind side to the wall."
"But we keeps it on a table, sir, an" w"en our friends walk round the table they can"t "elp seein" the broken eye."