"Oh _do_ Way, John!" said Mrs. Peerybingle. "Please!"
"It"ll be time enough to do that," returned John, "when I begin to leave things behind me. The basket"s here, safe enough."
"What a hard-hearted monster you must be, John, not to have said so, at once, and saved me such a turn! I declare I wouldn"t go to Bertha"s without the Veal and Ham-Pie and things, and the bottles of Beer, for any money. Regularly once a fortnight ever since we have been married, John, have we made our little Pic-Nic there. If anything was to go wrong with it, I should almost think we were never to be lucky again."
"It was a kind thought in the first instance," said the Carrier; "and I honour you for it, little woman."
"My dear John," replied Dot, turning very red. "Don"t talk about honouring _me_. Good Gracious!"
"By the bye--" observed the Carrier. "That old gentleman,"--
Again so visibly, and instantly embarra.s.sed.
"He"s an odd fish," said the Carrier, looking straight along the road before them. "I can"t make him out. I don"t believe there"s any harm in him."
"None at all. I"m--I"m sure there"s none at all."
"Yes?" said the Carrier, with his eyes attracted to her face by the great earnestness of her manner. "I am glad you feel so certain of it, because it"s a confirmation to me. It"s curious that he should have taken it into his head to ask leave to go on lodging with us; an"t it?
Things come about so strangely."
"So very strangely," she rejoined in a low voice: scarcely audible.
"However, he"s a good-natured old gentleman," said John, "and pays as a gentleman, and I think his word is to be relied upon, like a gentleman"s. I had quite a long talk with him this morning: he can hear me better already, he says, as he gets more used to my voice. He told me a great deal about himself, and I told him a good deal about myself, and a rare lot of questions he asked me. I gave him information about my having two beats, you know, in my business; one day to the right from our house and back again; another day to the left from our house and back again (for he"s a stranger and don"t know the names of places about here); and he seemed quite pleased. "Why, then I shall be returning home to-night your way," he says, "when I thought you"d be coming in an exactly opposite direction. That"s capital. I may trouble you for another lift perhaps, but I"ll engage not to fall so sound asleep again." He _was_ sound asleep, sure-ly!--Dot! what are you thinking of?"
"Thinking of, John? I--I was listening to you."
"Oh! That"s all right!" said the honest Carrier. "I was afraid, from the look of your face, that I had gone rambling on so long, as to set you thinking about something else. I was very near it, I"ll be bound."
Dot making no reply, they jogged on, for some little time, in silence.
But it was not easy to remain silent very long in John Peerybingle"s cart, for everybody on the road had something to say; and though it might only be "How are you!" and indeed it was very often nothing else, still, to give that back again in the right spirit of cordiality, required, not merely a nod and a smile, but as wholesome an action of the lungs withal, as a long-winded Parliamentary speech. Sometimes, pa.s.sengers on foot, or horseback, plodded on a little way beside the cart, for the express purpose of having a chat; and then there was a great deal to be said, on both sides.
Then, Boxer gave occasion to more good-natured recognitions of and by the Carrier, than half a dozen Christians could have done! Everybody knew him, all along the road, especially the fowls and pigs, who when they saw him approaching, with his body all on one side, and his ears p.r.i.c.ked up inquisitively, and that k.n.o.b of a tail making the most of itself in the air, immediately withdrew into remote back settlements, without waiting for the honor of a nearer acquaintance. He had business everywhere; going down all the turnings, looking into all the wells, bolting in and out of all the cottages, dashing into the midst of all the Dame-Schools, fluttering all the pigeons, magnifying the tails of all the cats, and trotting into the public houses like a regular customer. Wherever he went, somebody or other might have been heard to cry, "Halloa! Here"s Boxer!"
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and out came that somebody forthwith, accompanied by at least two or three other somebodies, to give John Peerybingle and his pretty wife, Good Day.
The packages and parcels for the errand cart, were numerous; and there were many stoppages to take them in and give them out; which were not by any means the worst parts of the journey. Some people were so full of expectation about their parcels, and other people were so full of wonder about their parcels, and other people were so full of inexhaustible directions about their parcels, and John had such a lively interest in all the parcels, that it was as good as a play. Likewise, there were articles to carry, which required to be considered and discussed, and in reference to the adjustment and disposition of which, councils had to be holden by the Carrier and the senders: at which Boxer usually a.s.sisted, in short fits of the closest attention, and long fits of tearing round and round the a.s.sembled sages and barking himself hoa.r.s.e. Of all these little incidents, Dot was the amused and open-eyed spectatress from her chair in the cart; and as she sat there, looking on: a charming little portrait framed to admiration by the tilt: there was no lack of nudgings and glancings and whisperings and envyings among the younger men, I promise you. And this delighted John the Carrier, beyond measure; for he was proud to have his little wife admired; knowing that she didn"t mind it--that, if anything, she rather liked it perhaps.
The trip was a little foggy, to be sure, in the January weather; and was raw and cold. But who cared for such trifles? Not Dot, decidedly. Not Tilly s...o...b..y, for she deemed sitting in a cart, on any terms, to be the highest point of human joys; the crowning circ.u.mstance of earthly hopes.
Not the Baby, I"ll be sworn; for it"s not in Baby nature to be warmer or more sound asleep, though its capacity is great in both respects, than that blessed young Peerybingle was, all the way.
You couldn"t see very far in the fog, of course; but you could see a great deal, oh a great deal! It"s astonishing how much you may see, in a thicker fog than that, if you will only take the trouble to look for it.
Why, even to sit watching for the Fairy-rings in the fields, and for the patches of h.o.a.r-frost still lingering in the shade, near hedges and by trees, was a pleasant occupation: to make no mention of the unexpected shapes in which the trees themselves came starting out of the mist, and glided into it again. The hedges were tangled and bare, and waved a mult.i.tude of blighted garlands in the wind; but there was no discouragement in this. It was agreeable to contemplate; for it made the fireside warmer in possession, and the summer greener in expectancy. The river looked chilly; but it was in motion, and moving at a good pace; which was a great point. The ca.n.a.l was rather slow and torpid; that must be admitted. Never mind. It would freeze the sooner when the frost set fairly in, and then there would be skating, and sliding; and the heavy old barges, frozen up somewhere, near a wharf, would smoke their rusty iron chimney-pipes all day, and have a lazy time of it.
In one place, there was a great mound of weeds or stubble burning; and they watched the fire, so white in the day time, flaring through the fog, with only here and there a dash of red in it, until, in consequence as she observed of the smoke "getting up her nose," Miss s...o...b..y choked--she could do anything of that sort, on the smallest provocation--and woke the Baby, who wouldn"t go to sleep again. But Boxer, who was in advance some quarter of a mile or so, had already pa.s.sed the outposts of the town, and gained the corner of the street where Caleb and his daughter lived; and long before they reached the door, he and the Blind Girl were on the pavement waiting to receive them.
Boxer, by the way, made certain delicate distinctions of his own, in his communication with Bertha, which persuade me fully that he knew her to be blind. He never sought to attract her attention by looking at her, as he often did with other people, but touched her, invariably. What experience he could ever have had of blind people or blind dogs, I don"t know. He had never lived with a blind master; nor had Mr. Boxer the elder, nor Mrs. Boxer, nor any of his respectable family on either side, ever been visited with blindness, that I am aware of. He may have found it out for himself, perhaps, but he had got hold of it somehow; and therefore he had hold of Bertha too, by the skirt, and kept hold, until Mrs. Peerybingle and the Baby, and Miss s...o...b..y, and the basket, were all got safely within doors.
May Fielding was already come; and so was her mother--a little querulous chip of an old lady with a peevish face, who, in right of having preserved a waist like a bedpost, was supposed to be a most transcendant figure; and who, in consequence of having once been better off, or of labouring under an impression that she might have been, if something had happened which never did happen, and seemed to have never been particularly likely to come to pa.s.s--but it"s all the same--was very genteel and patronising indeed. Gruff and Tackleton was also there, doing the agreeable; with the evident sensation of being as perfectly at home, and as unquestionably in his own element, as a fresh young salmon on the top of the Great Pyramid.
"May! My dear old friend!" cried Dot, running up to meet her. "What a happiness to see you!"
Her old friend was, to the full, as hearty and as glad as she; and it really was, if you"ll believe me, quite a pleasant sight to see them embrace. Tackleton was a man of taste, beyond all question. May was very pretty.
You know sometimes, when you are used to a pretty face, how, when it comes into contact and comparison with another pretty face, it seems for the moment to be homely and faded, and hardly to deserve the high opinion you have had of it. Now, this was not at all the case, either with Dot or May; for May"s face set off Dot"s, and Dot"s face set off May"s, so naturally and agreeably, that, as John Peerybingle was very near saying when he came into the room, they ought to have been born sisters: which was the only improvement you could have suggested.
Tackleton had brought his leg of mutton, and, wonderful to relate, a tart besides--but we don"t mind a little dissipation when our brides are in the case; we don"t get married every day--and in addition to these dainties, there were the Veal and Ham-Pie, and "things," as Mrs.
Peerybingle called them; which were chiefly nuts and oranges, and cakes, and such small deer. When the repast was set forth on the board, flanked by Caleb"s contribution, which was a great wooden bowl of smoking potatoes (he was prohibited, by solemn compact, from producing any other viands), Tackleton led his intended mother-in-law to the Post of Honour.
For the better gracing of this place at the high Festival, the majestic old Soul had adorned herself with a cap, calculated to inspire the thoughtless with sentiments of awe. She also wore her gloves. But let us be genteel, or die!
Caleb sat next his daughter; Dot and her old schoolfellow were side by side; the good Carrier took care of the bottom of the table. Miss s...o...b..y was isolated, for the time being, from every article of furniture but the chair she sat on, that she might have nothing else to knock the Baby"s head against.
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As Tilly stared about her at the Dolls and Toys, they stared at her and at the company. The venerable old gentlemen at the street doors (who were all in full action) showed especial interest in the party: pausing occasionally before leaping, as if they were listening to the conversation: and then plunging wildly over and over, a great many times, without halting for breath,--as in a frantic state of delight with the whole proceedings.
Certainly, if these old gentlemen were inclined to have a fiendish joy in the contemplation of Tackleton"s discomfiture, they had good reason to be satisfied. Tackleton couldn"t get on at all; and the more cheerful his intended Bride became in Dot"s society, the less he liked it, though he had brought them together for that purpose. For he was a regular Dog in the Manger, was Tackleton; and when they laughed, and he couldn"t, he took it into his head, immediately, that they must be laughing at him.
"Ah May!" said Dot. "Dear dear, what changes! To talk of those merry school-days makes one young again."
"Why, you an"t particularly old, at any time; are you?" said Tackleton.
"Look at my sober, plodding husband there," returned Dot. "He adds Twenty years to my age at least. Don"t you John?"
"Forty," John replied.
"How many _you_"ll add to May"s, I am sure I don"t know," said Dot, laughing. "But she can"t be much less than a hundred years of age on her next birthday."
"Ha ha!" laughed Tackleton. Hollow as a drum, that laugh though. And he looked as if he could have twisted Dot"s neck: comfortably.
"Dear dear!" said Dot. "Only to remember how we used to talk, at school, about the husbands we would choose. I don"t know how young, and how handsome, and how gay, and how lively, mine was not to be! and as to May"s!--Ah dear! I don"t know whether to laugh or cry, when I think what silly girls we were."
May seemed to know which to do; for the color flashed into her face, and tears stood in her eyes.
"Even the very persons themselves--real live young men--we fixed on sometimes," said Dot. "We little thought how things would come about. I never fixed on John I"m sure; I never so much as thought of him. And if I had told you, you were ever to be married to Mr. Tackleton, why you"d have slapped me. Wouldn"t you, May?"
Though May didn"t say yes, she certainly didn"t say no, or express no, by any means.
Tackleton laughed--quite shouted, he laughed so loud. John Peerybingle laughed too, in his ordinary good-natured and contented manner; but his was a mere whisper of a laugh, to Tackleton"s.
"You couldn"t help yourselves, for all that. You couldn"t resist us, you see," said Tackleton. "Here we are! Here we are! Where are your gay young bridegrooms now!"
"Some of them are dead," said Dot; "and some of them forgotten. Some of them, if they could stand among us at this moment, would not believe we were the same creatures; would not believe that what they saw and heard was real, and we _could_ forget them so. No! they would not believe one word of it!"
"Why, Dot!" exclaimed the Carrier. "Little woman!"
She had spoken with such earnestness and fire, that she stood in need of some recalling to herself, without doubt. Her husband"s check was very gentle, for he merely interfered, as he supposed, to shield old Tackleton; but it proved effectual, for she stopped, and said no more.