"Certainly, certainly," said Calton, with an indescribable air of self-satisfaction.
"You don"t think it"s at all an out-of-the-way affair then?" asked Mr.
Septimus Hicks, who had watched the countenance of Tibbs in mute astonishment.
"No, sir," replied Tibbs; "I was just the same at his age." He actually smiled when he said this.
"How devilish well I must carry my years!" thought the delighted old beau, knowing he was at least ten years older than Tibbs at that moment.
"Well, then, to come to the point at once," he continued, "I have to ask you whether you will object to act as father on the occasion?"
"Certainly not," replied Tibbs; still without evincing an atom of surprise.
"You will not?"
"Decidedly not," reiterated Tibbs, still as calm as a pot of porter with the head off.
Mr. Calton seized the hand of the petticoat-governed little man, and vowed eternal friendship from that hour. Hicks, who was all admiration and surprise, did the same.
"Now, confess," asked Mr. Calton of Tibbs, as he picked up his hat, "were you not a little surprised?"
"I b"lieve you!" replied that ill.u.s.trious person, holding up one hand; "I b"lieve you! When I first heard of it."
"So sudden," said Septimus Hicks.
"So strange to ask _me_, you know," said Tibbs.
"So odd altogether!" said the superannuated love-maker; and then all three laughed.
"I say," said Tibbs, shutting the door which he had previously opened, and giving full vent to a hitherto corked-up giggle, "what bothers me is, what _will_ his father say?"
Mr. Septimus Hicks looked at Mr. Calton.
"Yes; but the best of it is," said the latter, giggling in his turn, "I haven"t got a father-he! he! he!"
"You haven"t got a father. No; but _he_ has," said Tibbs.
"_Who_ has?" inquired Septimus Hicks.
"Why, _him_."
"Him, who? Do you know my secret? Do you mean me?"
"You! No; you know who I mean," returned Tibbs with a knowing wink.
"For Heaven"s sake, whom do you mean?" inquired Mr. Calton, who, like Septimus Hicks, was all but out of his senses at the strange confusion.
"Why Mr. Simpson, of course," replied Tibbs; "who else could I mean?"
"I see it all," said the Byron-quoter; "Simpson marries Julia Maplesone to-morrow morning!"
"Undoubtedly," replied Tibbs, thoroughly satisfied, "of course he does."
It would require the pencil of Hogarth to ill.u.s.trate-our feeble pen is inadequate to describe-the expression which the countenances of Mr.
Calton and Mr. Septimus Hicks respectively a.s.sumed, at this unexpected announcement. Equally impossible is it to describe, although perhaps it is easier for our lady readers to imagine, what arts the three ladies could have used, so completely to entangle their separate partners.
Whatever they were, however, they were successful. The mother was perfectly aware of the intended marriage of both daughters; and the young ladies were equally acquainted with the intention of their estimable parent. They agreed, however, that it would have a much better appearance if each feigned ignorance of the other"s engagement; and it was equally desirable that all the marriages should take place on the same day, to prevent the discovery of one clandestine alliance, operating prejudicially on the others. Hence, the mystification of Mr. Calton and Mr. Septimus Hicks, and the pre-engagement of the unwary Tibbs.
On the following morning, Mr. Septimus Hicks was united to Miss Matilda Maplesone. Mr. Simpson also entered into a "holy alliance" with Miss Julia; Tibbs acting as father, "his first appearance in that character."
Mr. Calton, not being quite so eager as the two young men, was rather struck by the double discovery; and as he had found some difficulty in getting any one to give the lady away, it occurred to him that the best mode of obviating the inconvenience would be not to take her at all. The lady, however, "appealed," as her counsel said on the trial of the cause, _Maplesone_ v. _Calton_, for a breach of promise, "with a broken heart, to the outraged laws of her country." She recovered damages to the amount of 1,000_l._ which the unfortunate knocker was compelled to pay.
Mr. Septimus Hicks having walked the hospitals, took it into his head to walk off altogether. His injured wife is at present residing with her mother at Boulogne. Mr. Simpson, having the misfortune to lose his wife six weeks after marriage (by her eloping with an officer during his temporary sojourn in the Fleet Prison, in consequence of his inability to discharge her little mantua-maker"s bill), and being disinherited by his father, who died soon afterwards, was fortunate enough to obtain a permanent engagement at a fashionable haircutter"s; hairdressing being a science to which he had frequently directed his attention. In this situation he had necessarily many opportunities of making himself acquainted with the habits, and style of thinking, of the exclusive portion of the n.o.bility of this kingdom. To this fortunate circ.u.mstance are we indebted for the production of those brilliant efforts of genius, his fashionable novels, which so long as good taste, unsullied by exaggeration, cant, and quackery, continues to exist, cannot fail to instruct and amuse the thinking portion of the community.
It only remains to add, that this complication of disorders completely deprived poor Mrs. Tibbs of all her inmates, except the one whom she could have best spared-her husband. That wretched little man returned home, on the day of the wedding, in a state of partial intoxication; and, under the influence of wine, excitement, and despair, actually dared to brave the anger of his wife. Since that ill-fated hour he has constantly taken his meals in the kitchen, to which apartment, it is understood, his witticisms will be in future confined: a turn-up bedstead having been conveyed there by Mrs. Tibbs"s order for his exclusive accommodation. It is possible that he will be enabled to finish, in that seclusion, his story of the volunteers.
The advertis.e.m.e.nt has again appeared in the morning papers. Results must be reserved for another chapter.
CHAPTER THE SECOND.
"Well!" said little Mrs. Tibbs to herself, as she sat in the front parlour of the Coram-street mansion one morning, mending a piece of stair-carpet off the first Landings;-"Things have not turned out so badly, either, and if I only get a favourable answer to the advertis.e.m.e.nt, we shall be full again."
Mrs. Tibbs resumed her occupation of making worsted lattice-work in the carpet, anxiously listening to the twopenny postman, who was hammering his way down the street, at the rate of a penny a knock. The house was as quiet as possible. There was only one low sound to be heard-it was the unhappy Tibbs cleaning the gentlemen"s boots in the back kitchen, and accompanying himself with a buzzing noise, in wretched mockery of humming a tune.
The postman drew near the house. He paused-so did Mrs. Tibbs. A knock-a bustle-a letter-post-paid.
"T. I. presents compt. to I. T. and T. I. begs To say that i see the advertis.e.m.e.nt And she will Do Herself the pleasure of calling On you at 12 o"clock to-morrow morning.
"T. I. as To apologise to I. T. for the shortness Of the notice But i hope it will not unconvenience you.
"I remain yours Truly "Wednesday evening."
Little Mrs. Tibbs perused the doc.u.ment, over and over again; and the more she read it, the more was she confused by the mixture of the first and third person; the subst.i.tution of the "i" for the "T. I.;" and the transition from the "I. T." to the "You." The writing looked like a skein of thread in a tangle, and the note was ingeniously folded into a perfect square, with the direction squeezed up into the right-hand corner, as if it were ashamed of itself. The back of the epistle was pleasingly ornamented with a large red wafer, which, with the addition of divers ink-stains, bore a marvellous resemblance to a black beetle trodden upon. One thing, however, was perfectly clear to the perplexed Mrs. Tibbs. Somebody was to call at twelve. The drawing-room was forthwith dusted for the third time that morning; three or four chairs were pulled out of their places, and a corresponding number of books carefully upset, in order that there might be a due absence of formality.
Down went the piece of stair-carpet before noticed, and up ran Mrs. Tibbs "to make herself tidy."
The clock of New Saint Pancras Church struck twelve, and the Foundling, with laudable politeness, did the same ten minutes afterwards, Saint something else struck the quarter, and then there arrived a single lady with a double knock, in a pelisse the colour of the interior of a damson pie; a bonnet of the same, with a regular conservatory of artificial flowers; a white veil, and a green parasol, with a cobweb border.
The visitor (who was very fat and red-faced) was shown into the drawing-room; Mrs. Tibbs presented herself, and the negotiation commenced.
"I called in consequence of an advertis.e.m.e.nt," said the stranger, in a voice as if she had been playing a set of Pan"s pipes for a fortnight without leaving off.
"Yes!" said Mrs. Tibbs, rubbing her hands very slowly, and looking the applicant full in the face-two things she always did on such occasions.
"Money isn"t no object whatever to me," said the lady, "so much as living in a state of retirement and obtrusion."
Mrs. Tibbs, as a matter of course, acquiesced in such an exceedingly natural desire.
"I am constantly attended by a medical man," resumed the pelisse wearer; "I have been a shocking unitarian for some time-I, indeed, have had very little peace since the death of Mr. Bloss."
Mrs. Tibbs looked at the relict of the departed Bloss, and thought he must have had very little peace in his time. Of course she could not say so; so she looked very sympathising.