"What"s the matter?" said Peg.
"Nothing," replied Squeers, "only I"m looking for-"
Newman raised the bellows again. Once more, Frank, by a rapid motion of his arm, unaccompanied by any noise, checked him in his purpose.
"Here you are," said Squeers, "bonds-take care of them. Warrant of attorney-take care of that. Two cognovits-take care of them. Lease and release-burn that. Ah! "Madeline Bray-come of age or marry-the said Madeline"-here, burn THAT!"
Eagerly throwing towards the old woman a parchment that he caught up for the purpose, Squeers, as she turned her head, thrust into the breast of his large coat, the deed in which these words had caught his eye, and burst into a shout of triumph.
"I"ve got it!" said Squeers. "I"ve got it! Hurrah! The plan was a good one, though the chance was desperate, and the day"s our own at last!"
Peg demanded what he laughed at, but no answer was returned. Newman"s arm could no longer be restrained; the bellows, descending heavily and with unerring aim on the very centre of Mr Squeers"s head, felled him to the floor, and stretched him on it flat and senseless.
CHAPTER 58
In which one Scene of this History is closed
Dividing the distance into two days" journey, in order that his charge might sustain the less exhaustion and fatigue from travelling so far, Nicholas, at the end of the second day from their leaving home, found himself within a very few miles of the spot where the happiest years of his life had been pa.s.sed, and which, while it filled his mind with pleasant and peaceful thoughts, brought back many painful and vivid recollections of the circ.u.mstances in which he and his had wandered forth from their old home, cast upon the rough world and the mercy of strangers.
It needed no such reflections as those which the memory of old days, and wanderings among scenes where our childhood has been pa.s.sed, usually awaken in the most insensible minds, to soften the heart of Nicholas, and render him more than usually mindful of his drooping friend. By night and day, at all times and seasons: always watchful, attentive, and solicitous, and never varying in the discharge of his self-imposed duty to one so friendless and helpless as he whose sands of life were now fast running out and dwindling rapidly away: he was ever at his side. He never left him. To encourage and animate him, administer to his wants, support and cheer him to the utmost of his power, was now his constant and unceasing occupation.
They procured a humble lodging in a small farmhouse, surrounded by meadows where Nicholas had often revelled when a child with a troop of merry schoolfellows; and here they took up their rest.
At first, Smike was strong enough to walk about, for short distances at a time, with no other support or aid than that which Nicholas could afford him. At this time, nothing appeared to interest him so much as visiting those places which had been most familiar to his friend in bygone days. Yielding to this fancy, and pleased to find that its indulgence beguiled the sick boy of many tedious hours, and never failed to afford him matter for thought and conversation afterwards, Nicholas made such spots the scenes of their daily rambles: driving him from place to place in a little pony-chair, and supporting him on his arm while they walked slowly among these old haunts, or lingered in the sunlight to take long parting looks of those which were most quiet and beautiful.
It was on such occasions as these, that Nicholas, yielding almost unconsciously to the interest of old a.s.sociations, would point out some tree that he had climbed, a hundred times, to peep at the young birds in their nest; and the branch from which he used to shout to little Kate, who stood below terrified at the height he had gained, and yet urging him higher still by the intensity of her admiration. There was the old house too, which they would pa.s.s every day, looking up at the tiny window through which the sun used to stream in and wake him on the summer mornings-they were all summer mornings then-and climbing up the garden-wall and looking over, Nicholas could see the very rose-bush which had come, a present to Kate, from some little lover, and she had planted with her own hands. There were the hedgerows where the brother and sister had so often gathered wild flowers together, and the green fields and shady paths where they had so often strayed. There was not a lane, or brook, or copse, or cottage near, with which some childish event was not entwined, and back it came upon the mind-as events of childhood do-nothing in itself: perhaps a word, a laugh, a look, some slight distress, a pa.s.sing thought or fear: and yet more strongly and distinctly marked, and better remembered, than the hardest trials or severest sorrows of a year ago.
One of these expeditions led them through the churchyard where was his father"s grave. "Even here," said Nicholas softly, "we used to loiter before we knew what death was, and when we little thought whose ashes would rest beneath; and, wondering at the silence, sit down to rest and speak below our breath. Once, Kate was lost, and after an hour of fruitless search, they found her, fast asleep, under that tree which shades my father"s grave. He was very fond of her, and said when he took her up in his arms, still sleeping, that whenever he died he would wish to be buried where his dear little child had laid her head. You see his wish was not forgotten."
Nothing more pa.s.sed at the time, but that night, as Nicholas sat beside his bed, Smike started from what had seemed to be a slumber, and laying his hand in his, prayed, as the tears coursed down his face, that he would make him one solemn promise.
"What is that?" said Nicholas, kindly. "If I can redeem it, or hope to do so, you know I will."
"I am sure you will," was the reply. "Promise me that when I die, I shall be buried near-as near as they can make my grave-to the tree we saw today."
Nicholas gave the promise; he had few words to give it in, but they were solemn and earnest. His poor friend kept his hand in his, and turned as if to sleep. But there were stifled sobs; and the hand was pressed more than once, or twice, or thrice, before he sank to rest, and slowly loosed his hold.
In a fortnight"s time, he became too ill to move about. Once or twice, Nicholas drove him out, propped up with pillows; but the motion of the chaise was painful to him, and brought on fits of fainting, which, in his weakened state, were dangerous. There was an old couch in the house, which was his favourite resting-place by day; and when the sun shone, and the weather was warm, Nicholas had this wheeled into a little orchard which was close at hand, and his charge being well wrapped up and carried out to it, they used to sit there sometimes for hours together.
It was on one of these occasions that a circ.u.mstance took place, which Nicholas, at the time, thoroughly believed to be the mere delusion of an imagination affected by disease; but which he had, afterwards, too good reason to know was of real and actual occurrence.
He had brought Smike out in his arms-poor fellow! a child might have carried him then-to see the sunset, and, having arranged his couch, had taken his seat beside it. He had been watching the whole of the night before, and being greatly fatigued both in mind and body, gradually fell asleep.
He could not have closed his eyes five minutes, when he was awakened by a scream, and starting up in that kind of terror which affects a person suddenly roused, saw, to his great astonishment, that his charge had struggled into a sitting posture, and with eyes almost starting from their sockets, cold dew standing on his forehead, and in a fit of trembling which quite convulsed his frame, was calling to him for help.
"Good Heaven, what is this?" said Nicholas, bending over him. "Be calm; you have been dreaming."
"No, no, no!" cried Smike, clinging to him. "Hold me tight. Don"t let me go. There, there. Behind the tree!"
Nicholas followed his eyes, which were directed to some distance behind the chair from which he himself had just risen. But, there was nothing there.
"This is nothing but your fancy," he said, as he strove to compose him; "nothing else, indeed."
"I know better. I saw as plain as I see now," was the answer. "Oh! say you"ll keep me with you. Swear you won"t leave me for an instant!"
"Do I ever leave you?" returned Nicholas. "Lie down again-there! You see I"m here. Now, tell me; what was it?"
"Do you remember," said Smike, in a low voice, and glancing fearfully round, "do you remember my telling you of the man who first took me to the school?"
"Yes, surely."
"I raised my eyes, just now, towards that tree-that one with the thick trunk-and there, with his eyes fixed on me, he stood!"
"Only reflect for one moment," said Nicholas; "granting, for an instant, that it"s likely he is alive and wandering about a lonely place like this, so far removed from the public road, do you think that at this distance of time you could possibly know that man again?"
"Anywhere-in any dress," returned Smike; "but, just now, he stood leaning upon his stick and looking at me, exactly as I told you I remembered him. He was dusty with walking, and poorly dressed-I think his clothes were ragged-but directly I saw him, the wet night, his face when he left me, the parlour I was left in, and the people that were there, all seemed to come back together. When he knew I saw him, he looked frightened; for he started, and shrunk away. I have thought of him by day, and dreamt of him by night. He looked in my sleep, when I was quite a little child, and has looked in my sleep ever since, as he did just now."
Nicholas endeavoured, by every persuasion and argument he could think of, to convince the terrified creature that his imagination had deceived him, and that this close resemblance between the creation of his dreams and the man he supposed he had seen was but a proof of it; but all in vain. When he could persuade him to remain, for a few moments, in the care of the people to whom the house belonged, he inst.i.tuted a strict inquiry whether any stranger had been seen, and searched himself behind the tree, and through the orchard, and upon the land immediately adjoining, and in every place near, where it was possible for a man to lie concealed; but all in vain. Satisfied that he was right in his original conjecture, he applied himself to calming the fears of Smike, which, after some time, he partially succeeded in doing, though not in removing the impression upon his mind; for he still declared, again and again, in the most solemn and fervid manner, that he had positively seen what he had described, and that nothing could ever remove his conviction of its reality.
And now, Nicholas began to see that hope was gone, and that, upon the partner of his poverty, and the sharer of his better fortune, the world was closing fast. There was little pain, little uneasiness, but there was no rallying, no effort, no struggle for life. He was worn and wasted to the last degree; his voice had sunk so low, that he could scarce be heard to speak. Nature was thoroughly exhausted, and he had lain him down to die.
On a fine, mild autumn day, when all was tranquil and at peace: when the soft sweet air crept in at the open window of the quiet room, and not a sound was heard but the gentle rustling of the leaves: Nicholas sat in his old place by the bedside, and knew that the time was nearly come. So very still it was, that, every now and then, he bent down his ear to listen for the breathing of him who lay asleep, as if to a.s.sure himself that life was still there, and that he had not fallen into that deep slumber from which on earth there is no waking.
While he was thus employed, the closed eyes opened, and on the pale face there came a placid smile.
"That"s well!" said Nicholas. "The sleep has done you good."
"I have had such pleasant dreams," was the answer. "Such pleasant, happy dreams!"
"Of what?" said Nicholas.
The dying boy turned towards him, and, putting his arm about his neck, made answer, "I shall soon be there!"
After a short silence, he spoke again.
"I am not afraid to die," he said. "I am quite contented. I almost think that if I could rise from this bed quite well I would not wish to do so, now. You have so often told me we shall meet again-so very often lately, and now I feel the truth of that so strongly-that I can even bear to part from you."
The trembling voice and tearful eye, and the closer grasp of the arm which accompanied these latter words, showed how they filled the speaker"s heart; nor were there wanting indications of how deeply they had touched the heart of him to whom they were addressed.
"You say well," returned Nicholas at length, "and comfort me very much, dear fellow. Let me hear you say you are happy, if you can."
"I must tell you something, first. I should not have a secret from you. You would not blame me, at a time like this, I know."
"I blame you!" exclaimed Nicholas.
"I am sure you would not. You asked me why I was so changed, and-and sat so much alone. Shall I tell you why?"
"Not if it pains you," said Nicholas. "I only asked that I might make you happier, if I could."
"I know. I felt that, at the time." He drew his friend closer to him. "You will forgive me; I could not help it, but though I would have died to make her happy, it broke my heart to see-I know he loves her dearly-Oh! who could find that out so soon as I?"
The words which followed were feebly and faintly uttered, and broken by long pauses; but, from them, Nicholas learnt, for the first time, that the dying boy, with all the ardour of a nature concentrated on one absorbing, hopeless, secret pa.s.sion, loved his sister Kate.
He had procured a lock of her hair, which hung at his breast, folded in one or two slight ribbons she had worn. He prayed that, when he was dead, Nicholas would take it off, so that no eyes but his might see it, and that when he was laid in his coffin and about to be placed in the earth, he would hang it round his neck again, that it might rest with him in the grave.
Upon his knees Nicholas gave him this pledge, and promised again that he should rest in the spot he had pointed out. They embraced, and kissed each other on the cheek.
"Now," he murmured, "I am happy."
He fell into a light slumber, and waking smiled as before; then, spoke of beautiful gardens, which he said stretched out before him, and were filled with figures of men, women, and many children, all with light upon their faces; then, whispered that it was Eden-and so died.
CHAPTER 59
The Plots begin to fail, and Doubts and Dangers to disturb the Plotter
Ralph sat alone, in the solitary room where he was accustomed to take his meals, and to sit of nights when no profitable occupation called him abroad. Before him was an untasted breakfast, and near to where his fingers beat restlessly upon the table, lay his watch. It was long past the time at which, for many years, he had put it in his pocket and gone with measured steps downstairs to the business of the day, but he took as little heed of its monotonous warning, as of the meat and drink before him, and remained with his head resting on one hand, and his eyes fixed moodily on the ground.
This departure from his regular and constant habit, in one so regular and unvarying in all that appertained to the daily pursuit of riches, would almost of itself have told that the usurer was not well. That he laboured under some mental or bodily indisposition, and that it was one of no slight kind so to affect a man like him, was sufficiently shown by his haggard face, jaded air, and hollow languid eyes: which he raised at last with a start and a hasty glance around him, as one who suddenly awakes from sleep, and cannot immediately recognise the place in which he finds himself.
"What is this," he said, "that hangs over me, and I cannot shake off? I have never pampered myself, and should not be ill. I have never moped, and pined, and yielded to fancies; but what CAN a man do without rest?"
He pressed his hand upon his forehead.
"Night after night comes and goes, and I have no rest. If I sleep, what rest is that which is disturbed by constant dreams of the same detested faces crowding round me-of the same detested people, in every variety of action, mingling with all I say and do, and always to my defeat? Waking, what rest have I, constantly haunted by this heavy shadow of-I know not what-which is its worst character? I must have rest. One night"s unbroken rest, and I should be a man again."
Pushing the table from him while he spoke, as though he loathed the sight of food, he encountered the watch: the hands of which were almost upon noon.
"This is strange!" he said; "noon, and Noggs not here! What drunken brawl keeps him away? I would give something now-something in money even after that dreadful loss-if he had stabbed a man in a tavern scuffle, or broken into a house, or picked a pocket, or done anything that would send him abroad with an iron ring upon his leg, and rid me of him. Better still, if I could throw temptation in his way, and lure him on to rob me. He should be welcome to what he took, so I brought the law upon him; for he is a traitor, I swear! How, or when, or where, I don"t know, though I suspect."
After waiting for another half-hour, he dispatched the woman who kept his house to Newman"s lodging, to inquire if he were ill, and why he had not come or sent. She brought back answer that he had not been home all night, and that no one could tell her anything about him.
"But there is a gentleman, sir," she said, "below, who was standing at the door when I came in, and he says-"
"What says he?" demanded Ralph, turning angrily upon her. "I told you I would see n.o.body."
"He says," replied the woman, abashed by his harshness, "that he comes on very particular business which admits of no excuse; and I thought perhaps it might be about-"
"About what, in the devil"s name?" said Ralph. "You spy and speculate on people"s business with me, do you?"
"Dear, no, sir! I saw you were anxious, and thought it might be about Mr Noggs; that"s all."
"Saw I was anxious!" muttered Ralph; "they all watch me, now. Where is this person? You did not say I was not down yet, I hope?"
The woman replied that he was in the little office, and that she had said her master was engaged, but she would take the message.
"Well," said Ralph, "I"ll see him. Go you to your kitchen, and keep there. Do you mind me?"
Glad to be released, the woman quickly disappeared. Collecting himself, and a.s.suming as much of his accustomed manner as his utmost resolution could summon, Ralph descended the stairs. After pausing for a few moments, with his hand upon the lock, he entered Newman"s room, and confronted Mr Charles Cheeryble.
Of all men alive, this was one of the last he would have wished to meet at any time; but, now that he recognised in him only the patron and protector of Nicholas, he would rather have seen a spectre. One beneficial effect, however, the encounter had upon him. It instantly roused all his dormant energies; rekindled in his breast the pa.s.sions that, for many years, had found an improving home there; called up all his wrath, hatred, and malice; restored the sneer to his lip, and the scowl to his brow; and made him again, in all outward appearance, the same Ralph Nickleby whom so many had bitter cause to remember.
"Humph!" said Ralph, pausing at the door. "This is an unexpected favour, sir."
"And an unwelcome one," said brother Charles; "an unwelcome one, I know."
"Men say you are truth itself, sir," replied Ralph. "You speak truth now, at all events, and I"ll not contradict you. The favour is, at least, as unwelcome as it is unexpected. I can scarcely say more."
"Plainly, sir-" began brother Charles.
"Plainly, sir," interrupted Ralph, "I wish this conference to be a short one, and to end where it begins. I guess the subject upon which you are about to speak, and I"ll not hear you. You like plainness, I believe; there it is. Here is the door as you see. Our way lies in very different directions. Take yours, I beg of you, and leave me to pursue mine in quiet."
"In quiet!" repeated brother Charles mildly, and looking at him with more of pity than reproach. "To pursue HIS way in quiet!"
"You will scarcely remain in my house, I presume, sir, against my will," said Ralph; "or you can scarcely hope to make an impression upon a man who closes his ears to all that you can say, and is firmly and resolutely determined not to hear you."
"Mr Nickleby, sir," returned brother Charles: no less mildly than before, but firmly too: "I come here against my will, sorely and grievously against my will. I have never been in this house before; and, to speak my mind, sir, I don"t feel at home or easy in it, and have no wish ever to be here again. You do not guess the subject on which I come to speak to you; you do not indeed. I am sure of that, or your manner would be a very different one."
Ralph glanced keenly at him, but the clear eye and open countenance of the honest old merchant underwent no change of expression, and met his look without reserve.
"Shall I go on?" said Mr Cheeryble.
"Oh, by all means, if you please," returned Ralph drily. "Here are walls to speak to, sir, a desk, and two stools: most attentive auditors, and certain not to interrupt you. Go on, I beg; make my house yours, and perhaps by the time I return from my walk, you will have finished what you have to say, and will yield me up possession again."
So saying, he b.u.t.toned his coat, and turning into the pa.s.sage, took down his hat. The old gentleman followed, and was about to speak, when Ralph waved him off impatiently, and said: "Not a word. I tell you, sir, not a word. Virtuous as you are, you are not an angel yet, to appear in men"s houses whether they will or no, and pour your speech into unwilling ears. Preach to the walls I tell you; not to me!"