"It is a strange place--very, but I don"t approve of people risking their lives and breaking their limbs for the mere pleasure of getting to the top of a mountain of ice."
"But we can"t do anything in life without riskin" our lives an" breakin"
our limbs more or less," said the Captain.
"An" think o" the interests of science," said Gillie, quoting the Professor.
Mrs Roby shook her tall cap and remained unconvinced. To have expected the old nurse to take an enlightened view on that point would have been as unreasonable as to have looked for just views in Gillie White on the subject of conic sections.
"Why, mother, a man may break a leg or an arm in going down stairs,"
said the Captain, pursuing the subject; "by the way, that reminds me to ask for Fred Leven. Didn"t I hear that _he_ broke his arm coming up his own stair? Is it true?"
"True enough," replied Mrs Roby.
"Was he the worse of liquor at the time?"
"No. It was dark, and he was carrying a heavy box of something or other for his mother. Fred is a reformed man. I think the sight of your poor father, Gillie, has had something to do with it, and that night when his mother nearly died. At all events he never touches drink now, and he has got a good situation in one of the warehouses at the docks."
"That"s well," returned the Captain, with satisfaction. "I had hopes of that young feller from the night you mention. Now, mother, I"m off.
Gillie and I have some business to transact up the water. Very particular business--eh, lad?"
"Oh! wery partickler," said Gillie, responding to his patron"s glance with a powerful wink.
Expressing a hope that Susan would keep Mrs Roby company till he returned, the Captain left the room with his usual heavy roll, and the spider followed with imitative swagger.
Captain Wopper was fond of mystery. Although he had, to some extent made a confidant of the boy for whom he had taken so strong a fancy, he nevertheless usually maintained a dignified distance of demeanour towards him, and a certain amount of reticence, which, as a stern disciplinarian, he deemed to be essential. This, however, did not prevent him from indulging in occasional, not to say frequent, unbendings of disposition, which he condescended to exhibit by way of encouragement to his small _protege_; but these unbendings and confidences were always more or less shrouded in mystery. Many of them, indeed, consisted of nothing more intelligible than nods, grins, and winks.
"That"ll be rather a nice cottage when it"s launched," said the Captain, pointing to a building in process of erection, which stood so close to the edge of the Thames that its being launched seemed as much a literal allusion as a metaphor.
"Raither bobbish," a.s.sented the spider.
"Clean run fore and aft with bluff bows, like a good sea-boat," said the Captain. "Come, let"s have a look at it."
Asking permission to enter of a workman who granted the same with, what appeared to Gillie, an unnecessarily broad grin, the Captain led the way up a spiral staircase. It bore such a strong resemblance to the familiar one of Grubb"s Court that Gillie"s eyes enlarged with surprise, and he looked involuntarily back for his soapy mother and the babe in the mud. There were, however, strong points of dissimilarity, inasmuch as there was no mud or filth of any kind near the new building except lime; and the stair, instead of leading like that of the Tower of Babel an interminable distance upwards, ended abruptly at the second floor.
Here, however, there was a pa.s.sage exactly similar to the pa.s.sage leading to Mrs Roby"s cabin, save that it was well lighted, and at the end thereof was an almost exact counterpart of the cabin itself. There was the same low roof, the same little fireplace, with the s.p.a.ce above for ornaments, and the same couple of little windows looking out upon a stretch of the n.o.ble river, from which you might have fished. There was the same colour of paint on the walls, which had been so managed as to represent the dinginess of antiquity. There was also, to all appearance, Mrs Roby"s own identical bed, with its chintz curtains.
Here, however, resemblance ended, for there was none of the Grubb"s Court dirt. The craft on the river were not so large or numerous, the reach being above the bridges. If you had fished you not have hooked rats or dead cats, and if you had put your head out and looked round, you would have encountered altogether a clean, airy, and respectable neighbourhood, populous enough to be quite cheery, with occasional gardens instead of mud-banks, and without interminable rows of tall chimney-pots excluding the light of heaven.
Gillie, not yet having been quite cured of his objectionable qualities, at once apostrophised his eye and Elizabeth Martin.
"As like as two peas, barrin" the dirt!"
The Captain evidently enjoyed the lad"s astonishment.
"A ship-shape sort o" craft, ain"t it? It wouldn"t be a bad joke to buy it--eh?"
Gillie, who was rather perplexed, but too much a man of the world to disclose much of his state of mind, said that it wouldn"t be a bad move for any feller who had got the blunt. "How much would it cost now?"
"A thousand pounds, more or less," said the Captain, with discreet allowance for lat.i.tude.
"Ha! a goodish lump, no doubt."
"I"ve half a mind to buy it," continued the Captain, looking round with a satisfied smile. "It would be an amoosin" sort o" thing, now, to bring old Mrs Roby here. The air would be fresher for her old lungs, wouldn"t it?"
Gillie nodded, but was otherwise reticent.
"The stair, too, wouldn"t be too high to get her down now and again, and a boat could be handy to shove her into without much exertion. For the matter of that," said the Captain, looking out, "we might have a slide made, like a Swiss couloir, you know, and she could glissade comfortably into the boat out o" the winder. Then, there"s a beam to hang her ship an" Chinee lanterns from, an" a place over the fireplace to stick her knick-knacks. What d"ee think, my lad?"
Gillie, who had begun to allow a ray of light to enter his mind, gave, as his answer, an emphatic nod and a broad grin.
The Captain replied with a nod and a wink, whereupon the other retired behind his patron, for the purpose of giving himself a quiet hug of delight, in which act, however, he was caught; the Captain being one who always, according to his own showing, kept his weather-eye open.
"W"y, what"s the matter with you, boy?"
"Pains in the stummick is aggrawatin" sometimes," answered Gillie.
"You haven"t got "em, have you?"
"Well, I can"t exactly go for to say as I has," answered Gillie, with another grin.
"Now, look "ee here, youngster," said the Captain, suddenly seizing the spider by his collar and trousers, and swinging him as though about to hurl him through the window into the river, "if you go an" let your tongue wag in regard to this matter, out you go, right through the port-hole--d"ee see?"
He set the spider quietly on his legs again, who replied, with unruffled coolness--
"Mum"s the word, Cappen."
Gillie had been shorn of his blue tights and bra.s.s b.u.t.tons, poor Mrs Stoutley having found it absolutely necessary, on her return home, to dismiss all her servants, dispose of all her belongings, and retire into the privacy of a poor lodging in a back street. Thus the spider had come to be suddenly thrown on the world again, but Captain Wopper had retained him, he said, as a mixture of errand-boy, cabin-boy, and powder-monkey, in which capacity he dwelt with his mother during the night and revolved like a satellite round the Captain during the day. A suit of much more appropriate pepper-and-salt had replaced the blue tights and b.u.t.tons. Altogether, his _tout-ensemble_ was what the Captain styled "more ship-shape."
We have said that Mrs Stoutley and her family had made a descent in life. As poor Lewis remarked, with a sad smile, they had quitted the gay and glittering heights, and gone, like a magnificent avalanche, down into the moraine. Social, not less than physical, avalanches multiply their parts and widen their course during descent. The Stoutleys did not fall alone. A green-grocer, a shoemaker, and a baker, who had long been trembling, like human boulders, on the precipice of bankruptcy, went tumbling down along with them, and found rest in a lower part of the moraine than they had previously occupied.
"It"s a sad business," said Lewis to Dr Lawrence one morning; "and if you continue to attend me, you must do so without the most distant prospect of a fee."
"My dear fellow," returned Lawrence, "have you no such thing as grat.i.tude in your composition?"
"Not much, and, if I had ever so much, it would be poor pay."
"Poor, indeed, if regarded as one"s only source of livelihood," rejoined Lawrence, "but it is ample remuneration from a friend, whether rich or poor, and, happily, capable of being mixed with pounds, shillings and pence without deterioration. In the present case, I shall be more than rejoiced to take the fee unmixed, but, whether fee"d or not fee"d, I insist on continuing attendance on a case which I have a right to consider peculiarly my own."
"It would have been a bad case, indeed, but for you," returned Lewis, a flush for a moment suffusing his pale cheek as he took his friend"s hand and squeezed it. "I am thoroughly convinced, Lawrence, that G.o.d"s blessing on your skill and unwearied care of me at the time of the accident is the cause of my being alive to thank you to-day. But sit down, my dear fellow, and pray postpone your professional inquiries for a little, as I have something on my mind which I wish to ask you about."
Lawrence shook his head. "Business first, pleasure afterwards," he said; "professional duties must not be postponed."
"Now," said Lewis when he had finished, "are you satisfied? Do you admit that even an unprofessional man might have seen at a glance that I am much better, and that your present draft on my grat.i.tude is a mere swindle?"
"I admit nothing," retorted the other; "but now, what have you got to say to me?"
"I am going to make a confidant of you. Are you to be trusted?"
"Perhaps; I dare not say yes unconditionally, because I"m rather sociable and communicative, and apt to talk in my sleep."
"That will do. Your answer is sufficiently modest. I will venture.