"Whatever he likes that"s present," rejoined Squeers, in a most unusual burst of generosity.
"What do you say, Mr Knuckleboy?" inquired Mrs Squeers.
"I"ll take a little of the pie, if you please," replied Nicholas. "A very little, for I"m not hungry."
Well, it"s a pity to cut the pie if you"re not hungry, isn"t it?" said Mrs Squeers. "Will you try a bit of the beef?"
"Whatever you please," replied Nicholas abstractedly; "it"s all the same to me."
Mrs Squeers looked vastly gracious on receiving this reply; and nodding to Squeers, as much as to say that she was glad to find the young man knew his station, a.s.sisted Nicholas to a slice of meat with her own fair hands.
"Ale, Squeery?" inquired the lady, winking and frowning to give him to understand that the question propounded, was, whether Nicholas should have ale, and not whether he (Squeers) would take any.
"Certainly," said Squeers, re-telegraphing in the same manner. "A gla.s.sful."
So Nicholas had a gla.s.sful, and being occupied with his own reflections, drank it, in happy innocence of all the foregone proceedings.
"Uncommon juicy steak that," said Squeers, as he laid down his knife and fork, after plying it, in silence, for some time.
"It"s prime meat," rejoined his lady. "I bought a good large piece of it myself on purpose for-"
"For what!" exclaimed Squeers hastily. "Not for the-"
"No, no; not for them," rejoined Mrs Squeers; "on purpose for you against you came home. Lor! you didn"t think I could have made such a mistake as that."
"Upon my word, my dear, I didn"t know what you were going to say," said Squeers, who had turned pale.
"You needn"t make yourself uncomfortable," remarked his wife, laughing heartily. "To think that I should be such a noddy! Well!"
This part of the conversation was rather unintelligible; but popular rumour in the neighbourhood a.s.serted that Mr Squeers, being amiably opposed to cruelty to animals, not unfrequently purchased for boy consumption the bodies of horned cattle who had died a natural death; possibly he was apprehensive of having unintentionally devoured some choice morsel intended for the young gentlemen.
Supper being over, and removed by a small servant girl with a hungry eye, Mrs Squeers retired to lock it up, and also to take into safe custody the clothes of the five boys who had just arrived, and who were half-way up the troublesome flight of steps which leads to death"s door, in consequence of exposure to the cold. They were then regaled with a light supper of porridge, and stowed away, side by side, in a small bedstead, to warm each other, and dream of a substantial meal with something hot after it, if their fancies set that way: which it is not at all improbable they did.
Mr Squeers treated himself to a stiff tumbler of brandy and water, made on the liberal half-and-half principle, allowing for the dissolution of the sugar; and his amiable helpmate mixed Nicholas the ghost of a small gla.s.sful of the same compound. This done, Mr and Mrs Squeers drew close up to the fire, and sitting with their feet on the fender, talked confidentially in whispers; while Nicholas, taking up the tutor"s a.s.sistant, read the interesting legends in the miscellaneous questions, and all the figures into the bargain, with as much thought or consciousness of what he was doing, as if he had been in a magnetic slumber.
At length, Mr Squeers yawned fearfully, and opined that it was high time to go to bed; upon which signal, Mrs Squeers and the girl dragged in a small straw mattress and a couple of blankets, and arranged them into a couch for Nicholas.
"We"ll put you into your regular bedroom tomorrow, Nickelby," said Squeers. "Let me see! Who sleeps in Brooks"s bed, my dear?"
"In Brooks"s," said Mrs Squeers, pondering. "There"s Jennings, little Bolder, Graymarsh, and what"s his name."
"So there is," rejoined Squeers. "Yes! Brooks is full."
"Full!" thought Nicholas. "I should think he was."
"There"s a place somewhere, I know," said Squeers; "but I can"t at this moment call to mind where it is. However, we"ll have that all settled tomorrow. Good-night, Nickleby. Seven o"clock in the morning, mind."
"I shall be ready, sir," replied Nicholas. "Good-night."
"I"ll come in myself and show you where the well is," said Squeers. "You"ll always find a little bit of soap in the kitchen window; that belongs to you."
Nicholas opened his eyes, but not his mouth; and Squeers was again going away, when he once more turned back.
"I don"t know, I am sure," he said, "whose towel to put you on; but if you"ll make shift with something tomorrow morning, Mrs Squeers will arrange that, in the course of the day. My dear, don"t forget."
"I"ll take care," replied Mrs Squeers; "and mind YOU take care, young man, and get first wash. The teacher ought always to have it; but they get the better of him if they can."
Mr Squeers then nudged Mrs Squeers to bring away the brandy bottle, lest Nicholas should help himself in the night; and the lady having seized it with great precipitation, they retired together.
Nicholas, being left alone, took half-a-dozen turns up and down the room in a condition of much agitation and excitement; but, growing gradually calmer, sat himself down in a chair, and mentally resolved that, come what come might, he would endeavour, for a time, to bear whatever wretchedness might be in store for him, and that remembering the helplessness of his mother and sister, he would give his uncle no plea for deserting them in their need. Good resolutions seldom fail of producing some good effect in the mind from which they spring. He grew less desponding, and-so sanguine and buoyant is youth-even hoped that affairs at Dotheboys Hall might yet prove better than they promised.
He was preparing for bed, with something like renewed cheerfulness, when a sealed letter fell from his coat pocket. In the hurry of leaving London, it had escaped his attention, and had not occurred to him since, but it at once brought back to him the recollection of the mysterious behaviour of Newman Noggs.
"Dear me!" said Nicholas; "what an extraordinary hand!"
It was directed to himself, was written upon very dirty paper, and in such cramped and crippled writing as to be almost illegible. After great difficulty and much puzzling, he contrived to read as follows:- My dear young Man.
I know the world. Your father did not, or he would not have done me a kindness when there was no hope of return. You do not, or you would not be bound on such a journey.
If ever you want a shelter in London (don"t be angry at this, I once thought I never should), they know where I live, at the sign of the Crown, in Silver Street, Golden Square. It is at the corner of Silver Street and James Street, with a bar door both ways. You can come at night. Once, n.o.body was ashamed-never mind that. It"s all over.
Excuse errors. I should forget how to wear a whole coat now. I have forgotten all my old ways. My spelling may have gone with them.
NEWMAN NOGGS.
P.S. If you should go near Barnard Castle, there is good ale at the King"s Head. Say you know me, and I am sure they will not charge you for it. You may say Mr Noggs there, for I was a gentleman then. I was indeed.
It may be a very undignified circ.u.mstances to record, but after he had folded this letter and placed it in his pocket-book, Nicholas Nickleby"s eyes were dimmed with a moisture that might have been taken for tears.
CHAPTER 8
Of the Internal Economy of Dotheboys Hall
A ride of two hundred and odd miles in severe weather, is one of the best softeners of a hard bed that ingenuity can devise. Perhaps it is even a sweetener of dreams, for those which hovered over the rough couch of Nicholas, and whispered their airy nothings in his ear, were of an agreeable and happy kind. He was making his fortune very fast indeed, when the faint glimmer of an expiring candle shone before his eyes, and a voice he had no difficulty in recognising as part and parcel of Mr Squeers, admonished him that it was time to rise.
"Past seven, Nickleby," said Mr Squeers.
"Has morning come already?" asked Nicholas, sitting up in bed.
"Ah! that has it," replied Squeers, "and ready iced too. Now, Nickleby, come; tumble up, will you?"
Nicholas needed no further admonition, but "tumbled up" at once, and proceeded to dress himself by the light of the taper, which Mr Squeers carried in his hand.
"Here"s a pretty go," said that gentleman; "the pump"s froze."
"Indeed!" said Nicholas, not much interested in the intelligence.
"Yes," replied Squeers. "You can"t wash yourself this morning."
"Not wash myself!" exclaimed Nicholas.
"No, not a bit of it," rejoined Squeers tartly. "So you must be content with giving yourself a dry polish till we break the ice in the well, and can get a bucketful out for the boys. Don"t stand staring at me, but do look sharp, will you?"
Offering no further observation, Nicholas huddled on his clothes. Squeers, meanwhile, opened the shutters and blew the candle out; when the voice of his amiable consort was heard in the pa.s.sage, demanding admittance.
"Come in, my love," said Squeers.
Mrs Squeers came in, still habited in the primitive night-jacket which had displayed the symmetry of her figure on the previous night, and further ornamented with a beaver bonnet of some antiquity, which she wore, with much ease and lightness, on the top of the nightcap before mentioned.
"Drat the things," said the lady, opening the cupboard; "I can"t find the school spoon anywhere."
"Never mind it, my dear," observed Squeers in a soothing manner; "it"s of no consequence."
"No consequence, why how you talk!" retorted Mrs Squeers sharply; "isn"t it brimstone morning?"
"I forgot, my dear," rejoined Squeers; "yes, it certainly is. We purify the boys" bloods now and then, Nickleby."
"Purify fiddlesticks" ends," said his lady. "Don"t think, young man, that we go to the expense of flower of brimstone and mola.s.ses, just to purify them; because if you think we carry on the business in that way, you"ll find yourself mistaken, and so I tell you plainly."
"My dear," said Squeers frowning. "Hem!"
"Oh! nonsense," rejoined Mrs Squeers. "If the young man comes to be a teacher here, let him understand, at once, that we don"t want any foolery about the boys. They have the brimstone and treacle, partly because if they hadn"t something or other in the way of medicine they"d be always ailing and giving a world of trouble, and partly because it spoils their appet.i.tes and comes cheaper than breakfast and dinner. So, it does them good and us good at the same time, and that"s fair enough I"m sure."
Having given this explanation, Mrs Squeers put her head into the closet and inst.i.tuted a stricter search after the spoon, in which Mr Squeers a.s.sisted. A few words pa.s.sed between them while they were thus engaged, but as their voices were partially stifled by the cupboard, all that Nicholas could distinguish was, that Mr Squeers said what Mrs Squeers had said, was injudicious, and that Mrs Squeers said what Mr Squeers said, was "stuff."
A vast deal of searching and rummaging ensued, and it proving fruitless, Smike was called in, and pushed by Mrs Squeers, and boxed by Mr Squeers; which course of treatment brightening his intellects, enabled him to suggest that possibly Mrs Squeers might have the spoon in her pocket, as indeed turned out to be the case. As Mrs Squeers had previously protested, however, that she was quite certain she had not got it, Smike received another box on the ear for presuming to contradict his mistress, together with a promise of a sound thrashing if he were not more respectful in future; so that he took nothing very advantageous by his motion.
"A most invaluable woman, that, Nickleby," said Squeers when his consort had hurried away, pushing the drudge before her.
"Indeed, sir!" observed Nicholas.
"I don"t know her equal," said Squeers; "I do not know her equal. That woman, Nickleby, is always the same-always the same bustling, lively, active, saving creetur that you see her now."
Nicholas sighed involuntarily at the thought of the agreeable domestic prospect thus opened to him; but Squeers was, fortunately, too much occupied with his own reflections to perceive it.
"It"s my way to say, when I am up in London," continued Squeers, "that to them boys she is a mother. But she is more than a mother to them; ten times more. She does things for them boys, Nickleby, that I don"t believe half the mothers going, would do for their own sons."
"I should think they would not, sir," answered Nicholas.
Now, the fact was, that both Mr and Mrs Squeers viewed the boys in the light of their proper and natural enemies; or, in other words, they held and considered that their business and profession was to get as much from every boy as could by possibility be screwed out of him. On this point they were both agreed, and behaved in unison accordingly. The only difference between them was, that Mrs Squeers waged war against the enemy openly and fearlessly, and that Squeers covered his rascality, even at home, with a spice of his habitual deceit; as if he really had a notion of someday or other being able to take himself in, and persuade his own mind that he was a very good fellow.
"But come," said Squeers, interrupting the progress of some thoughts to this effect in the mind of his usher, "let"s go to the schoolroom; and lend me a hand with my school-coat, will you?"
Nicholas a.s.sisted his master to put on an old fustian shooting-jacket, which he took down from a peg in the pa.s.sage; and Squeers, arming himself with his cane, led the way across a yard, to a door in the rear of the house.
"There," said the schoolmaster as they stepped in together; "this is our shop, Nickleby!"
It was such a crowded scene, and there were so many objects to attract attention, that, at first, Nicholas stared about him, really without seeing anything at all. By degrees, however, the place resolved itself into a bare and dirty room, with a couple of windows, whereof a tenth part might be of gla.s.s, the remainder being stopped up with old copy-books and paper. There were a couple of long old rickety desks, cut and notched, and inked, and damaged, in every possible way; two or three forms; a detached desk for Squeers; and another for his a.s.sistant. The ceiling was supported, like that of a barn, by cross-beams and rafters; and the walls were so stained and discoloured, that it was impossible to tell whether they had ever been touched with paint or whitewash.
But the pupils-the young n.o.blemen! How the last faint traces of hope, the remotest glimmering of any good to be derived from his efforts in this den, faded from the mind of Nicholas as he looked in dismay around! Pale and haggard faces, lank and bony figures, children with the countenances of old men, deformities with irons upon their limbs, boys of stunted growth, and others whose long meagre legs would hardly bear their stooping bodies, all crowded on the view together; there were the bleared eye, the hare-lip, the crooked foot, and every ugliness or distortion that told of unnatural aversion conceived by parents for their offspring, or of young lives which, from the earliest dawn of infancy, had been one horrible endurance of cruelty and neglect. There were little faces which should have been handsome, darkened with the scowl of sullen, dogged suffering; there was childhood with the light of its eye quenched, its beauty gone, and its helplessness alone remaining; there were vicious-faced boys, brooding, with leaden eyes, like malefactors in a jail; and there were young creatures on whom the sins of their frail parents had descended, weeping even for the mercenary nurses they had known, and lonesome even in their loneliness. With every kindly sympathy and affection blasted in its birth, with every young and healthy feeling flogged and starved down, with every revengeful pa.s.sion that can fester in swollen hearts, eating its evil way to their core in silence, what an incipient h.e.l.l was breeding here!
And yet this scene, painful as it was, had its grotesque features, which, in a less interested observer than Nicholas, might have provoked a smile. Mrs Squeers stood at one of the desks, presiding over an immense basin of brimstone and treacle, of which delicious compound she administered a large instalment to each boy in succession: using for the purpose a common wooden spoon, which might have been originally manufactured for some gigantic top, and which widened every young gentleman"s mouth considerably: they being all obliged, under heavy corporal penalties, to take in the whole of the bowl at a gasp. In another corner, huddled together for companionship, were the little boys who had arrived on the preceding night, three of them in very large leather breeches, and two in old trousers, a something tighter fit than drawers are usually worn; at no great distance from these was seated the juvenile son and heir of Mr Squeers-a striking likeness of his father-kicking, with great vigour, under the hands of Smike, who was fitting upon him a pair of new boots that bore a most suspicious resemblance to those which the least of the little boys had worn on the journey down-as the little boy himself seemed to think, for he was regarding the appropriation with a look of most rueful amazement. Besides these, there was a long row of boys waiting, with countenances of no pleasant antic.i.p.ation, to be treacled; and another file, who had just escaped from the infliction, making a variety of wry mouths indicative of anything but satisfaction. The whole were attired in such motley, ill-a.s.sorted, extraordinary garments, as would have been irresistibly ridiculous, but for the foul appearance of dirt, disorder, and disease, with which they were a.s.sociated.
"Now," said Squeers, giving the desk a great rap with his cane, which made half the little boys nearly jump out of their boots, "is that physicking over?"
"Just over," said Mrs Squeers, choking the last boy in her hurry, and tapping the crown of his head with the wooden spoon to restore him. "Here, you Smike; take away now. Look sharp!"
Smike shuffled out with the basin, and Mrs Squeers having called up a little boy with a curly head, and wiped her hands upon it, hurried out after him into a species of wash-house, where there was a small fire and a large kettle, together with a number of little wooden bowls which were arranged upon a board.
Into these bowls, Mrs Squeers, a.s.sisted by the hungry servant, poured a brown composition, which looked like diluted pincushions without the covers, and was called porridge. A minute wedge of brown bread was inserted in each bowl, and when they had eaten their porridge by means of the bread, the boys ate the bread itself, and had finished their breakfast; whereupon Mr Squeers said, in a solemn voice, "For what we have received, may the Lord make us truly thankful!"-and went away to his own.
Nicholas distended his stomach with a bowl of porridge, for much the same reason which induces some savages to swallow earth-lest they should be inconveniently hungry when there is nothing to eat. Having further disposed of a slice of bread and b.u.t.ter, allotted to him in virtue of his office, he sat himself down, to wait for school-time.
He could not but observe how silent and sad the boys all seemed to be. There was none of the noise and clamour of a schoolroom; none of its boisterous play, or hearty mirth. The children sat crouching and shivering together, and seemed to lack the spirit to move about. The only pupil who evinced the slightest tendency towards locomotion or playfulness was Master Squeers, and as his chief amus.e.m.e.nt was to tread upon the other boys" toes in his new boots, his flow of spirits was rather disagreeable than otherwise.
After some half-hour"s delay, Mr Squeers reappeared, and the boys took their places and their books, of which latter commodity the average might be about one to eight learners. A few minutes having elapsed, during which Mr Squeers looked very profound, as if he had a perfect apprehension of what was inside all the books, and could say every word of their contents by heart if he only chose to take the trouble, that gentleman called up the first cla.s.s.
Obedient to this summons there ranged themselves in front of the schoolmaster"s desk, half-a-dozen scarecrows, out at knees and elbows, one of whom placed a torn and filthy book beneath his learned eye.
"This is the first cla.s.s in English spelling and philosophy, Nickleby," said Squeers, beckoning Nicholas to stand beside him. "We"ll get up a Latin one, and hand that over to you. Now, then, where"s the first boy?"
"Please, sir, he"s cleaning the back-parlour window," said the temporary head of the philosophical cla.s.s.
"So he is, to be sure," rejoined Squeers. "We go upon the practical mode of teaching, Nickleby; the regular education system. C-l-e-a-n, clean, verb active, to make bright, to scour. W-i-n, win, d-e-r, der, winder, a cas.e.m.e.nt. When the boy knows this out of book, he goes and does it. It"s just the same principle as the use of the globes. Where"s the second boy?"
"Please, sir, he"s weeding the garden," replied a small voice.
"To be sure," said Squeers, by no means disconcerted. "So he is. B-o-t, bot, t-i-n, tin, bottin, n-e-y, ney, bottinney, noun substantive, a knowledge of plants. When he has learned that bottinney means a knowledge of plants, he goes and knows "em. That"s our system, Nickleby: what do you think of it?"
"It"s very useful one, at any rate," answered Nicholas.
"I believe you," rejoined Squeers, not remarking the emphasis of his usher. "Third boy, what"s horse?"
"A beast, sir," replied the boy.
"So it is," said Squeers. "Ain"t it, Nickleby?"