"No, Mr Noggs, thank you; good, good. The very best of news. Sit down. I"ll get the pen and ink, and write a line in answer. I"ll not detain you long. I know you"re a treasure to your master, Mr Noggs. He speaks of you in such terms, sometimes, that, oh dear! you"d be astonished. I may say that I do too, and always did. I always say the same of you."
"That"s "Curse Mr Noggs with all my heart!" then, if you do," thought Newman, as Gride hurried out.
The letter had fallen on the ground. Looking carefully about him for an instant, Newman, impelled by curiosity to know the result of the design he had overheard from his office closet, caught it up and rapidly read as follows: "GRIDE.
"I saw Bray again this morning, and proposed the day after tomorrow (as you suggested) for the marriage. There is no objection on his part, and all days are alike to his daughter. We will go together, and you must be with me by seven in the morning. I need not tell you to be punctual.
"Make no further visits to the girl in the meantime. You have been there, of late, much oftener than you should. She does not languish for you, and it might have been dangerous. Restrain your youthful ardour for eight-and-forty hours, and leave her to the father. You only undo what he does, and does well.
"Yours, "RALPH NICKLEBY."
A footstep was heard without. Newman dropped the letter on the same spot again, pressed it with his foot to prevent its fluttering away, regained his seat in a single stride, and looked as vacant and unconscious as ever mortal looked. Arthur Gride, after peering nervously about him, spied it on the ground, picked it up, and sitting down to write, glanced at Newman Noggs, who was staring at the wall with an intensity so remarkable, that Arthur was quite alarmed.
"Do you see anything particular, Mr Noggs?" said Arthur, trying to follow the direction of Newman"s eyes-which was an impossibility, and a thing no man had ever done.
"Only a cobweb," replied Newman.
"Oh! is that all?"
"No," said Newman. "There"s a fly in it."
"There are a good many cobwebs here," observed Arthur Gride.
"So there are in our place," returned Newman; "and flies too."
Newman appeared to derive great entertainment from this repartee, and to the great discomposure of Arthur Gride"s nerves, produced a series of sharp cracks from his finger-joints, resembling the noise of a distant discharge of small artillery. Arthur succeeded in finishing his reply to Ralph"s note, nevertheless, and at length handed it over to the eccentric messenger for delivery.
"That"s it, Mr Noggs," said Gride.
Newman gave a nod, put it in his hat, and was shuffling away, when Gride, whose doting delight knew no bounds, beckoned him back again, and said, in a shrill whisper, and with a grin which puckered up his whole face, and almost obscured his eyes: "Will you-will you take a little drop of something-just a taste?"
In good fellowship (if Arthur Gride had been capable of it) Newman would not have drunk with him one bubble of the richest wine that was ever made; but to see what he would be at, and to punish him as much as he could, he accepted the offer immediately.
Arthur Gride, therefore, again applied himself to the press, and from a shelf laden with tall Flemish drinking-gla.s.ses, and quaint bottles: some with necks like so many storks, and others with square Dutch-built bodies and short fat apoplectic throats: took down one dusty bottle of promising appearance, and two gla.s.ses of curiously small size.
"You never tasted this," said Arthur. "It"s EAU-D"OR-golden water. I like it on account of its name. It"s a delicious name. Water of gold, golden water! O dear me, it seems quite a sin to drink it!"
As his courage appeared to be fast failing him, and he trifled with the stopper in a manner which threatened the dismissal of the bottle to its old place, Newman took up one of the little gla.s.ses, and clinked it, twice or thrice, against the bottle, as a gentle reminder that he had not been helped yet. With a deep sigh, Arthur Gride slowly filled it-though not to the brim-and then filled his own.
"Stop, stop; don"t drink it yet," he said, laying his hand on Newman"s; "it was given to me, twenty years ago, and when I take a little taste, which is ve-ry seldom, I like to think of it beforehand, and tease myself. We"ll drink a toast. Shall we drink a toast, Mr Noggs?"
"Ah!" said Newman, eyeing his little gla.s.s impatiently. "Look sharp. Bearer waits."
"Why, then, I"ll tell you what," t.i.ttered Arthur, "we"ll drink-he, he, he!-we"ll drink a lady."
"THE ladies?" said Newman.
"No, no, Mr Noggs," replied Gride, arresting his hand, "A lady. You wonder to hear me say A lady. I know you do, I know you do. Here"s little Madeline. That"s the toast. Mr Noggs. Little Madeline!"
"Madeline!" said Newman; inwardly adding, "and G.o.d help her!"
The rapidity and unconcern with which Newman dismissed his portion of the golden water, had a great effect upon the old man, who sat upright in his chair, and gazed at him, open-mouthed, as if the sight had taken away his breath. Quite unmoved, however, Newman left him to sip his own at leisure, or to pour it back again into the bottle, if he chose, and departed; after greatly outraging the dignity of Peg Sliderskew by brushing past her, in the pa.s.sage, without a word of apology or recognition.
Mr Gride and his housekeeper, immediately on being left alone, resolved themselves into a committee of ways and means, and discussed the arrangements which should be made for the reception of the young bride. As they were, like some other committees, extremely dull and prolix in debate, this history may pursue the footsteps of Newman Noggs; thereby combining advantage with necessity; for it would have been necessary to do so under any circ.u.mstances, and necessity has no law, as all the world knows.
"You"ve been a long time," said Ralph, when Newman returned.
"HE was a long time," replied Newman.
"Bah!" cried Ralph impatiently. "Give me his note, if he gave you one: his message, if he didn"t. And don"t go away. I want a word with you, sir."
Newman handed in the note, and looked very virtuous and innocent while his employer broke the seal, and glanced his eye over it.
"He"ll be sure to come," muttered Ralph, as he tore it to pieces; "why of course, I know he"ll be sure to come. What need to say that? Noggs! Pray, sir, what man was that, with whom I saw you in the street last night?"
"I don"t know," replied Newman.
"You had better refresh your memory, sir," said Ralph, with a threatening look.
"I tell you," returned Newman boldly, "that I don"t know. He came here twice, and asked for you. You were out. He came again. You packed him off, yourself. He gave the name of Brooker."
"I know he did," said Ralph; "what then?"
"What then? Why, then he lurked about and dogged me in the street. He follows me, night after night, and urges me to bring him face to face with you; as he says he has been once, and not long ago either. He wants to see you face to face, he says, and you"ll soon hear him out, he warrants."
"And what say you to that?" inquired Ralph, looking keenly at his drudge.
"That it"s no business of mine, and I won"t. I told him he might catch you in the street, if that was all he wanted, but no! that wouldn"t do. You wouldn"t hear a word there, he said. He must have you alone in a room with the door locked, where he could speak without fear, and you"d soon change your tone, and hear him patiently."
"An audacious dog!" Ralph muttered.
"That"s all I know," said Newman. "I say again, I don"t know what man he is. I don"t believe he knows himself. You have seen him; perhaps YOU do."
"I think I do," replied Ralph.
"Well," retored Newman, sulkily, "don"t expect me to know him too; that"s all. You"ll ask me, next, why I never told you this before. What would you say, if I was to tell you all that people say of you? What do you call me when I sometimes do? "Brute, a.s.s!" and snap at me like a dragon."
This was true enough; though the question which Newman antic.i.p.ated, was, in fact, upon Ralph"s lips at the moment.
"He is an idle ruffian," said Ralph; "a vagabond from beyond the sea where he travelled for his crimes; a felon let loose to run his neck into the halter; a swindler, who has the audacity to try his schemes on me who know him well. The next time he tampers with you, hand him over to the police, for attempting to extort money by lies and threats,-d"ye hear?-and leave the rest to me. He shall cool his heels in jail a little time, and I"ll be bound he looks for other folks to fleece, when he comes out. You mind what I say, do you?"
"I hear," said Newman.
"Do it then," returned Ralph, "and I"ll reward you. Now, you may go."
Newman readily availed himself of the permission, and, shutting himself up in his little office, remained there, in very serious cogitation, all day. When he was released at night, he proceeded, with all the expedition he could use, to the city, and took up his old position behind the pump, to watch for Nicholas. For Newman Noggs was proud in his way, and could not bear to appear as his friend, before the brothers Cheeryble, in the shabby and degraded state to which he was reduced.
He had not occupied this position many minutes, when he was rejoiced to see Nicholas approaching, and darted out from his ambuscade to meet him. Nicholas, on his part, was no less pleased to encounter his friend, whom he had not seen for some time; so, their greeting was a warm one.
"I was thinking of you, at that moment," said Nicholas.
"That"s right," rejoined Newman, "and I of you. I couldn"t help coming up, tonight. I say, I think I am going to find out something."
"And what may that be?" returned Nicholas, smiling at this odd communication.
"I don"t know what it may be, I don"t know what it may not be," said Newman; "it"s some secret in which your uncle is concerned, but what, I"ve not yet been able to discover, although I have my strong suspicions. I"ll not hint "em now, in case you should be disappointed."
"I disappointed!" cried Nicholas; "am I interested?"
"I think you are," replied Newman. "I have a crotchet in my head that it must be so. I have found out a man, who plainly knows more than he cares to tell at once. And he has already dropped such hints to me as puzzle me-I say, as puzzle me," said Newman, scratching his red nose into a state of violent inflammation, and staring at Nicholas with all his might and main meanwhile.
Admiring what could have wound his friend up to such a pitch of mystery, Nicholas endeavoured, by a series of questions, to elucidate the cause; but in vain. Newman could not be drawn into any more explicit statement than a repet.i.tion of the perplexities he had already thrown out, and a confused oration, showing, How it was necessary to use the utmost caution; how the lynx-eyed Ralph had already seen him in company with his unknown correspondent; and how he had baffled the said Ralph by extreme guardedness of manner and ingenuity of speech; having prepared himself for such a contingency from the first.
Remembering his companion"s propensity,-of which his nose, indeed, perpetually warned all beholders like a beacon,-Nicholas had drawn him into a sequestered tavern. Here, they fell to reviewing the origin and progress of their acquaintance, as men sometimes do, and tracing out the little events by which it was most strongly marked, came at last to Miss Cecilia Bobster.
"And that reminds me," said Newman, "that you never told me the young lady"s real name."
"Madeline!" said Nicholas.
"Madeline!" cried Newman. "What Madeline? Her other name. Say her other name."
"Bray," said Nicholas, in great astonishment.
"It"s the same!" cried Newman. "Sad story! Can you stand idly by, and let that unnatural marriage take place without one attempt to save her?"
"What do you mean?" exclaimed Nicholas, starting up; "marriage! are you mad?"
"Are you? Is she? Are you blind, deaf, senseless, dead?" said Newman. "Do you know that within one day, by means of your uncle Ralph, she will be married to a man as bad as he, and worse, if worse there is? Do you know that, within one day, she will be sacrificed, as sure as you stand there alive, to a h.o.a.ry wretch-a devil born and bred, and grey in devils" ways?"
"Be careful what you say," replied Nicholas. "For Heaven"s sake be careful! I am left here alone, and those who could stretch out a hand to rescue her are far away. What is it that you mean?"
"I never heard her name," said Newman, choking with his energy. "Why didn"t you tell me? How was I to know? We might, at least, have had some time to think!"
"What is it that you mean?" cried Nicholas.
It was not an easy task to arrive at this information; but, after a great quant.i.ty of extraordinary pantomime, which in no way a.s.sisted it, Nicholas, who was almost as wild as Newman Noggs himself, forced the latter down upon his seat and held him down until he began his tale.
Rage, astonishment, indignation, and a storm of pa.s.sions, rushed through the listener"s heart, as the plot was laid bare. He no sooner understood it all, than with a face of ashy paleness, and trembling in every limb, he darted from the house.
"Stop him!" cried Newman, bolting out in pursuit. "He"ll be doing something desperate; he"ll murder somebody. Hallo! there, stop him. Stop thief! stop thief!"
CHAPTER 52
Nicholas despairs of rescuing Madeline Bray, but plucks up his Spirits again, and determines to attempt it. Domestic Intelligence of the Kenwigses and Lillyvicks Finding that Newman was determined to arrest his progress at any hazard, and apprehensive that some well-intentioned pa.s.senger, attracted by the cry of "Stop thief," might lay violent hands upon his person, and place him in a disagreeable predicament from which he might have some difficulty in extricating himself, Nicholas soon slackened his pace, and suffered Newman Noggs to come up with him: which he did, in so breathless a condition, that it seemed impossible he could have held out for a minute longer.
"I will go straight to Bray"s," said Nicholas. "I will see this man. If there is a feeling of humanity lingering in his breast, a spark of consideration for his own child, motherless and friendless as she is, I will awaken it."
"You will not," replied Newman. "You will not, indeed."
"Then," said Nicholas, pressing onward, "I will act upon my first impulse, and go straight to Ralph Nickleby."
"By the time you reach his house he will be in bed," said Newman.
"I"ll drag him from it," cried Nicholas.
"Tut, tut," said Noggs. "Be yourself."
"You are the best of friends to me, Newman," rejoined Nicholas after a pause, and taking his hand as he spoke. "I have made head against many trials; but the misery of another, and such misery, is involved in this one, that I declare to you I am rendered desperate, and know not how to act."
In truth, it did seem a hopeless case. It was impossible to make any use of such intelligence as Newman Noggs had gleaned, when he lay concealed in the closet. The mere circ.u.mstance of the compact between Ralph Nickleby and Gride would not invalidate the marriage, or render Bray averse to it, who, if he did not actually know of the existence of some such understanding, doubtless suspected it. What had been hinted with reference to some fraud on Madeline, had been put, with sufficient obscurity by Arthur Gride, but coming from Newman Noggs, and obscured still further by the smoke of his pocket-pistol, it became wholly unintelligible, and involved in utter darkness.
"There seems no ray of hope," said Nicholas.
"The greater necessity for coolness, for reason, for consideration, for thought," said Newman, pausing at every alternate word, to look anxiously in his friend"s face. "Where are the brothers?"
"Both absent on urgent business, as they will be for a week to come."
"Is there no way of communicating with them? No way of getting one of them here by tomorrow night?"
"Impossible!" said Nicholas, "the sea is between us and them. With the fairest winds that ever blew, to go and return would take three days and nights."
"Their nephew," said Newman, "their old clerk."
"What could either do, that I cannot?" rejoined Nicholas. "With reference to them, especially, I am enjoined to the strictest silence on this subject. What right have I to betray the confidence reposed in me, when nothing but a miracle can prevent this sacrifice?"
"Think," urged Newman. "Is there no way."
"There is none," said Nicholas, in utter dejection. "Not one. The father urges, the daughter consents. These demons have her in their toils; legal right, might, power, money, and every influence are on their side. How can I hope to save her?"
"Hope to the last!" said Newman, clapping him on the back. "Always hope; that"s a dear boy. Never leave off hoping; it don"t answer. Do you mind me, Nick? It don"t answer. Don"t leave a stone unturned. It"s always something, to know you"ve done the most you could. But, don"t leave off hoping, or it"s of no use doing anything. Hope, hope, to the last!"
Nicholas needed encouragement. The suddenness with which intelligence of the two usurers" plans had come upon him, the little time which remained for exertion, the probability, almost amounting to certainty itself, that a few hours would place Madeline Bray for ever beyond his reach, consign her to unspeakable misery, and perhaps to an untimely death; all this quite stunned and overwhelmed him. Every hope connected with her that he had suffered himself to form, or had entertained unconsciously, seemed to fall at his feet, withered and dead. Every charm with which his memory or imagination had surrounded her, presented itself before him, only to heighten his anguish and add new bitterness to his despair. Every feeling of sympathy for her forlorn condition, and of admiration for her heroism and fort.i.tude, aggravated the indignation which shook him in every limb, and swelled his heart almost to bursting.
But, if Nicholas"s own heart embarra.s.sed him, Newman"s came to his relief. There was so much earnestness in his remonstrance, and such sincerity and fervour in his manner, odd and ludicrous as it always was, that it imparted to Nicholas new firmness, and enabled him to say, after he had walked on for some little way in silence: "You read me a good lesson, Newman, and I will profit by it. One step, at least, I may take-am bound to take indeed-and to that I will apply myself tomorrow."
"What is that?" asked Noggs wistfully. "Not to threaten Ralph? Not to see the father?"
"To see the daughter, Newman," replied Nicholas. "To do what, after all, is the utmost that the brothers could do, if they were here, as Heaven send they were! To reason with her upon this hideous union, to point out to her all the horrors to which she is hastening; rashly, it may be, and without due reflection. To entreat her, at least, to pause. She can have had no counsellor for her good. Perhaps even I may move her so far yet, though it is the eleventh hour, and she upon the very brink of ruin."