There was the money due, and, as Neefit constantly said to himself, "money was a thing as was not to be got over."
Then had come upon the tradesman the tidings of the old Squire"s death. They were read to him out of a newspaper by his shopman, Waddle. "I"m blessed if he ain"t been and tumbled all at once into his uncle"s shoes," said Waddle. The paragraph in question was one which appeared in a weekly newspaper some two days after the Squire"s death. Neefit, who at the moment was turning over the pages of his ledger, came down from his desk and stood for about ten minutes in the middle of his shop, while the Herr ceased from his cutting, and Waddle read the paragraph over and over again. Neefit stood stock still, with his hands in his breeches pockets, and his great staring eyes fixed upon vacancy. "I"m blessed if it ain"t true," said Waddle, convinced by the repet.i.tion of his own reading. News had previously reached the shop that the Squire had had a fall. Tidings as to troubles in the hunting-field were quick in reaching Mr. Neefit"s shop;--but there had been no idea that the accident would prove to be fatal. Neefit, when he went home that night, told his wife and daughter. "That will be the last of young Newton," said Mrs. Neefit.
"I"m d---- if it will!" said the breeches-maker. Polly maintained a discreet silence as to the heir, merely remarking that it was very sad for the old gentleman. Polly at that time was very full of admiration for Moggs,--in regard, that is, to the political character of her lover. Moggs had lost his election, but was about to pet.i.tion.
Neefit was never called upon, in the way of his own trade, to make funereal garments. Men, when they are bereaved of their friends, do not ride in black breeches. But he had all a tailor"s respect for a customer with a dead relation. He felt that it would not become him to make an application to the young Squire on a subject connected with marriage, till the tombstone over the old Squire should have been properly adjusted. He was a patient man, and could wait. And he was a man not good at writing letters. His customer and future son-in-law would turn up soon; or else, the expectant father-in-law might drop down upon him at the Moonbeam or elsewhere. As for a final escape, Polly Neefit"s father hardly feared that any such attempt would be made. The young man had acted on the square, and had made his offer in good faith.
Such was Mr. Neefit"s state of mind when he received the young Squire"s letter. The letter almost knocked him down. There was a decision about it, a confidence that all was over between them except the necessary payment of the money, an absence of all doubt as to "Miss Polly," which he could not endure. And then that order for more breeches, included in the very same paragraph with Polly, was most injurious. It must be owned that the letter was a cruel, heart-rending, bad letter. For an hour or so it nearly broke Mr.
Neefit"s heart. But he resolved that he was not going to be done.
The young Squire should marry his daughter, or the whole transaction should be published to the world. He would do such things and say such things that the young Squire should certainly not have a good time of it. He said not a word to Polly of the letter that night, but he did speak of the young Squire. "When that young man comes again, Miss Polly," he said, "I shall expect you to take him."
"I don"t know anything about that, father," said Polly. "He"s had his answer, and I"m thinking he won"t ask for another." Upon this the breeches-maker looked at his daughter, but made no other reply.
During the two or three following days Neefit made some inquiries, and found that his customer was at the Moonbeam. It was now necessary that he should go to work at once, and, therefore, with many misgivings, he took Waddle into his confidence. He could not himself write such a letter as then must be written;--but Waddle was perfect at the writing of letters. Waddle shrugged his shoulders, and clearly did not believe that Polly would ever get the young Squire. Waddle indeed went so far as to hint that his master would be lucky in obtaining payment of his money,--but, nevertheless, he gave his mind to the writing of the letter. The letter was written as follows:--
Conduit Street, 14th December, 186--.
DEAR SIR,--
Yours of the 9th instant has come to hand, and I beg to say with compliments how shocked we were to hear of the Squire"s accident. It was terribly sudden, and we all felt it very much; as in the way of our business we very often have to.
As to the money that can stand. Between friends such things needn"t be mentioned. Any accommodation of that kind was and always will be ready when required. As to that other matter, a young gentleman like you won"t think that a young lady is to be taken at her first word. A bargain is a bargain, and honourable is honourable, which n.o.body knows as well as you who was always disposed to be upon the square. Our Polly hasn"t forgotten you,--and isn"t going.
It should be acknowledged on Mr. Waddle"s behalf, that that last a.s.surance was inserted by the una.s.sisted energy of Mr. Neefit himself.
We shall expect to see you without delay, here or at Hendon, as may best suit; but pray remember that things stand just as they was. Touching other matters, as needn"t be named here, orders will be attended to as usual if given separate.
Yours very truly and obedient,
THOMAS NEEFIT.
This letter duly reached the young Squire, and did not add to his happiness at the Moonbeam. That he should ever renew his offer to Polly Neefit was, he well knew, out of the question; but he could see before him an infinity of trouble should the breeches-maker be foolish enough to press him to do so. He had acted "on the square."
In compliance with the bargain undoubtedly made by him, he had twice proposed to Polly, and had Polly accepted his offer on either of these occasions, there would,--he now acknowledged to himself,--have been very great difficulty in escaping from the difficulty. Polly had thought fit to refuse him, and of course he was free. But, nevertheless, there might be trouble in store for him. He had hardly begun to ask himself in what way this trouble might next show itself, when Neefit was at the Moonbeam. Three days after the receipt of his letter, when he rode into the Moonbeam yard on his return from hunting, there was Mr. Neefit waiting to receive him.
He certainly had not answered Mr. Neefit"s letter, having told himself that he might best do so by a personal visit in Conduit Street; but now that Neefit was there, the personal intercourse did not seem to him to be so easy. He greeted the breeches-maker very warmly, while Pepper, c.o.x, and Mr. Horsball, with sundry grooms and helpers, stood by and admired. Something of Mr. Neefit"s money, and of Polly"s charms as connected with the young Squire, had already reached the Moonbeam by the tongue of Rumour; and now Mr. Neefit had been waiting for the last four hours in the little parlour within the Moonbeam bar. He had eaten his mutton chop, and drunk three or four gla.s.ses of gin and water, but had said nothing of his mission.
Mrs. Horsball, however, had already whispered her suspicions to her husband"s sister, a young lady of forty, who dispensed rum, gin, and brandy, with very long ringlets and very small gla.s.ses.
"You want to have a few words with me, old fellow," said Ralph to the breeches-maker, with a cheery laugh. It was a happy idea that of making them all around conceive that Neefit had come after his money.
Only it was not successful. Men are not dunned so rigorously when they have just fallen into their fortunes. Neefit, hardly speaking above his breath, with that owlish, stolid look, which was always common to him except when he was measuring a man for a pair of breeches, acknowledged that he did. "Come along, old fellow,"
said Ralph, taking him by the arm. "But what"ll you take to drink first?" Neefit shook his head, and accompanied Ralph into the house.
Ralph had a private sitting-room of his own, so that there was no difficulty on that score. "What"s all this about?" he said, standing with his back to the fire, and still holding Neefit by the arm. He did it very well, but he did not as yet know the depth of Neefit"s obstinacy.
"What"s it all about?" asked Neefit in disgust.
"Well; yes. Have you talked to Polly herself about this, old fellow?"
"No, I ain"t; and I don"t mean."
"Twice I went to her, and twice she refused me. Come, Neefit, be reasonable. A man can"t be running after a girl all his life, when she won"t have anything to say to him. I did all that a man could do; and upon my honour I was very fond of her. But, G.o.d bless my soul,--there must be an end to everything."
"There ain"t to be no end to this, Mr. Newton."
"I"m to marry the girl whether she will or not?"
"Nohow," said Mr. Neefit, oracularly. "But when a young gentleman asks a young lady as whether she"ll have him, she"s not a-going to jump down his throat. You knows that, Mr. Newton. And as for money, did I ask for any settlement? I"d a" been ashamed to mention money.
When are you a-coming to see our Polly, that"s the question?"
"I shall come no more, Mr. Neefit."
"You won"t?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Neefit. I"ve been twice rejected."
"And that"s the kind of man you are; is it? You"re one of them sort, are you?" Then he looked out of his saucer eyes upon the young Squire with a fishy ferocity, which was very unpleasant. It was quite evident that he meant war. "If that"s your game, Mr. Newton, I"ll be even with you."
"Mr. Neefit, I"ll pay you anything that you say I owe you."
"d.a.m.n your money!" said the breeches-maker, walking out of the room.
When he got down into the bar he told them all there that young Newton was engaged to his daughter, and that, by G----, he should marry her.
"Stick to that, Neefit," said Lieutenant c.o.x.
"I mean to stick to it," said Mr. Neefit. He then ordered another gla.s.s of gin and water, and was driven back to the station.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
"HE MUST MARRY HER."
On the day following that on which Mr. Neefit made his journey to the Moonbeam, Sir Thomas Underwood was at his chambers in London. It was now eight weeks since his bone had been broken, and though he still carried his arm in a sling, he declared of himself that he was able to go about as usual;--which a.s.sertion was taken at the villa as meaning that he was now able to live in Southampton Buildings without further a.s.sistance from women. When Patience reminded him, with tears in her eyes, that he could not as yet put on his own coat, he reminded her that Stemm was the most careful of men. Up to London he went with a full understanding that he was not at any rate to be expected home on that night. He had business on hand of great importance, which, as he declared, made his presence in town imperative. Mr. Trigger, from Percycross, was to be up with reference to the pestilent pet.i.tion which had been presented against the return of Griffenbottom and himself. Moggs had pet.i.tioned on his own behalf, and two of the Liberals of the borough had also pet.i.tioned in the interest of Mr. Westmacott. The two Liberal parties who had quarrelled during the contest had now again joined forces in reference to the pet.i.tion, and there was no doubt that the matter would go on before the judge. Mr. Trigger was coming up to London with reference to the defence. Sir Thomas gave Stemm to understand that Mr. Trigger would call at one o"clock.
Exactly at one o"clock the bell was rung at Sir Thomas"s outside door, and Stemm was on the alert to give entrance to Mr. Trigger.
When the door was opened who should present himself but our unfortunate friend Neefit. He humbly asked whether Sir Thomas was within, and received a reply which, as coming from Stemm, was courteous in the extreme. "Mr. Trigger, I suppose;--walk in, Mr.
Trigger." Neefit, not at all understanding why he was called Trigger, did walk in. Stemm, opening the door of his master"s sanctum, announced Mr. Trigger. Neefit advanced into the middle of the room.
Sir Thomas, with some solicitude as to the adjustment of his arm, rose to greet his agent from Percy cross. "This isn"t Mr. Trigger,"
said Sir Thomas. "He told me he was, anyhow," said Stemm, "I didn"t tell you nothing of the kind," said Neefit. "But you come from Percycross?" said Sir Thomas. "No I don"t; I comes from Conduit Street," said Neefit. "You must go away," said Stemm, leaving the door open, and advancing into the room as though to turn the enemy"s flank.
But Neefit, having made good his point so far, did not intend to be dislodged without a struggle on his own part. "I"ve something to say to Sir Thomas about Mr. Newton, as I wants to say very particular."
"You can"t say it now," said Stemm. "Oh, but I can," said Neefit, "and it won"t take three minutes." "Wouldn"t another day do for it, as I am particularly busy now?" pleaded Sir Thomas. "Well, Sir Thomas;--to tell the truth, it wouldn"t," said Mr. Neefit, standing his ground. Then there came another ring at the bell. "Ask Mr.
Trigger to sit down in the other room for two minutes, Stemm," said Sir Thomas. And so Mr. Neefit had carried his point. "And now, sir,"
said Sir Thomas, "as I am particularly engaged, I will ask you to be as quick as possible."
"My name is Neefit," began the breeches-maker,--and then paused.