"Lord love you," said the landlord, "it"s only Mr Crummles; HE isn"t particular."
"Is he not?" asked Nicholas, on whose mind, to tell the truth, the prospect of the savoury pudding was making some impression.
"Not he," replied the landlord. "He"ll like your way of talking, I know. But we"ll soon see all about that. Just wait a minute."
The landlord hurried into the parlour, without staying for further permission, nor did Nicholas strive to prevent him: wisely considering that supper, under the circ.u.mstances, was too serious a matter to be trifled with. It was not long before the host returned, in a condition of much excitement.
"All right," he said in a low voice. "I knew he would. You"ll see something rather worth seeing, in there. Ecod, how they are a-going of it!"
There was no time to inquire to what this exclamation, which was delivered in a very rapturous tone, referred; for he had already thrown open the door of the room; into which Nicholas, followed by Smike with the bundle on his shoulder (he carried it about with him as vigilantly as if it had been a sack of gold), straightway repaired.
Nicholas was prepared for something odd, but not for something quite so odd as the sight he encountered. At the upper end of the room, were a couple of boys, one of them very tall and the other very short, both dressed as sailors-or at least as theatrical sailors, with belts, buckles, pigtails, and pistols complete-fighting what is called in play-bills a terrific combat, with two of those short broad-swords with basket hilts which are commonly used at our minor theatres. The short boy had gained a great advantage over the tall boy, who was reduced to mortal strait, and both were overlooked by a large heavy man, perched against the corner of a table, who emphatically adjured them to strike a little more fire out of the swords, and they couldn"t fail to bring the house down, on the very first night.
"Mr Vincent Crummles," said the landlord with an air of great deference. "This is the young gentleman."
Mr Vincent Crummles received Nicholas with an inclination of the head, something between the courtesy of a Roman emperor and the nod of a pot companion; and bade the landlord shut the door and begone.
"There"s a picture," said Mr Crummles, motioning Nicholas not to advance and spoil it. "The little "un has him; if the big "un doesn"t knock under, in three seconds, he"s a dead man. Do that again, boys."
The two combatants went to work afresh, and chopped away until the swords emitted a shower of sparks: to the great satisfaction of Mr Crummles, who appeared to consider this a very great point indeed. The engagement commenced with about two hundred chops administered by the short sailor and the tall sailor alternately, without producing any particular result, until the short sailor was chopped down on one knee; but this was nothing to him, for he worked himself about on the one knee with the a.s.sistance of his left hand, and fought most desperately until the tall sailor chopped his sword out of his grasp. Now, the inference was, that the short sailor, reduced to this extremity, would give in at once and cry quarter, but, instead of that, he all of a sudden drew a large pistol from his belt and presented it at the face of the tall sailor, who was so overcome at this (not expecting it) that he let the short sailor pick up his sword and begin again. Then, the chopping recommenced, and a variety of fancy chops were administered on both sides; such as chops dealt with the left hand, and under the leg, and over the right shoulder, and over the left; and when the short sailor made a vigorous cut at the tall sailor"s legs, which would have shaved them clean off if it had taken effect, the tall sailor jumped over the short sailor"s sword, wherefore to balance the matter, and make it all fair, the tall sailor administered the same cut, and the short sailor jumped over HIS sword. After this, there was a good deal of dodging about, and hitching up of the inexpressibles in the absence of braces, and then the short sailor (who was the moral character evidently, for he always had the best of it) made a violent demonstration and closed with the tall sailor, who, after a few unavailing struggles, went down, and expired in great torture as the short sailor put his foot upon his breast, and bored a hole in him through and through.
"That"ll be a double ENCORE if you take care, boys," said Mr Crummles. "You had better get your wind now and change your clothes."
Having addressed these words to the combatants, he saluted Nicholas, who then observed that the face of Mr Crummles was quite proportionate in size to his body; that he had a very full under-lip, a hoa.r.s.e voice, as though he were in the habit of shouting very much, and very short black hair, shaved off nearly to the crown of his head-to admit (as he afterwards learnt) of his more easily wearing character wigs of any shape or pattern.
"What did you think of that, sir?" inquired Mr Crummles.
"Very good, indeed-capital," answered Nicholas.
"You won"t see such boys as those very often, I think," said Mr Crummles.
Nicholas a.s.sented-observing that if they were a little better match- "Match!" cried Mr Crummles.
"I mean if they were a little more of a size," said Nicholas, explaining himself.
"Size!" repeated Mr Crummles; "why, it"s the essence of the combat that there should be a foot or two between them. How are you to get up the sympathies of the audience in a legitimate manner, if there isn"t a little man contending against a big one?-unless there"s at least five to one, and we haven"t hands enough for that business in our company."
"I see," replied Nicholas. "I beg your pardon. That didn"t occur to me, I confess."
"It"s the main point," said Mr Crummles. "I open at Portsmouth the day after tomorrow. If you"re going there, look into the theatre, and see how that"ll tell."
Nicholas promised to do so, if he could, and drawing a chair near the fire, fell into conversation with the manager at once. He was very talkative and communicative, stimulated perhaps, not only by his natural disposition, but by the spirits and water he sipped very plentifully, or the snuff he took in large quant.i.ties from a piece of whitey-brown paper in his waistcoat pocket. He laid open his affairs without the smallest reserve, and descanted at some length upon the merits of his company, and the acquirements of his family; of both of which, the two broad-sword boys formed an honourable portion. There was to be a gathering, it seemed, of the different ladies and gentlemen at Portsmouth on the morrow, whither the father and sons were proceeding (not for the regular season, but in the course of a wandering speculation), after fulfilling an engagement at Guildford with the greatest applause.
"You are going that way?" asked the manager.
"Ye-yes," said Nicholas. "Yes, I am."
"Do you know the town at all?" inquired the manager, who seemed to consider himself ent.i.tled to the same degree of confidence as he had himself exhibited.
"No," replied Nicholas.
"Never there?"
"Never."
Mr Vincent Crummles gave a short dry cough, as much as to say, "If you won"t be communicative, you won"t;" and took so many pinches of snuff from the piece of paper, one after another, that Nicholas quite wondered where it all went to.
While he was thus engaged, Mr Crummles looked, from time to time, with great interest at Smike, with whom he had appeared considerably struck from the first. He had now fallen asleep, and was nodding in his chair.
"Excuse my saying so," said the manager, leaning over to Nicholas, and sinking his voice, "but what a capital countenance your friend has got!"
"Poor fellow!" said Nicholas, with a half-smile, "I wish it were a little more plump, and less haggard."
"Plump!" exclaimed the manager, quite horrified, "you"d spoil it for ever."
"Do you think so?"
"Think so, sir! Why, as he is now," said the manager, striking his knee emphatically; "without a pad upon his body, and hardly a touch of paint upon his face, he"d make such an actor for the starved business as was never seen in this country. Only let him be tolerably well up in the Apothecary in Romeo and Juliet, with the slightest possible dab of red on the tip of his nose, and he"d be certain of three rounds the moment he put his head out of the practicable door in the front grooves O.P."
"You view him with a professional eye," said Nicholas, laughing.
"And well I may," rejoined the manager. "I never saw a young fellow so regularly cut out for that line, since I"ve been in the profession. And I played the heavy children when I was eighteen months old."
The appearance of the beef-steak pudding, which came in simultaneously with the junior Vincent Crummleses, turned the conversation to other matters, and indeed, for a time, stopped it altogether. These two young gentlemen wielded their knives and forks with scarcely less address than their broad-swords, and as the whole party were quite as sharp set as either cla.s.s of weapons, there was no time for talking until the supper had been disposed of.
The Master Crummleses had no sooner swallowed the last procurable morsel of food, than they evinced, by various half-suppressed yawns and stretchings of their limbs, an obvious inclination to retire for the night, which Smike had betrayed still more strongly: he having, in the course of the meal, fallen asleep several times while in the very act of eating. Nicholas therefore proposed that they should break up at once, but the manager would by no means hear of it; vowing that he had promised himself the pleasure of inviting his new acquaintance to share a bowl of punch, and that if he declined, he should deem it very unhandsome behaviour.
"Let them go," said Mr Vincent Crummles, "and we"ll have it snugly and cosily together by the fire."
Nicholas was not much disposed to sleep-being in truth too anxious-so, after a little demur, he accepted the offer, and having exchanged a shake of the hand with the young Crummleses, and the manager having on his part bestowed a most affectionate benediction on Smike, he sat himself down opposite to that gentleman by the fireside to a.s.sist in emptying the bowl, which soon afterwards appeared, steaming in a manner which was quite exhilarating to behold, and sending forth a most grateful and inviting fragrance.
But, despite the punch and the manager, who told a variety of stories, and smoked tobacco from a pipe, and inhaled it in the shape of snuff, with a most astonishing power, Nicholas was absent and dispirited. His thoughts were in his old home, and when they reverted to his present condition, the uncertainty of the morrow cast a gloom upon him, which his utmost efforts were unable to dispel. His attention wandered; although he heard the manager"s voice, he was deaf to what he said; and when Mr Vincent Crummles concluded the history of some long adventure with a loud laugh, and an inquiry what Nicholas would have done under the same circ.u.mstances, he was obliged to make the best apology in his power, and to confess his entire ignorance of all he had been talking about.
"Why, so I saw," observed Mr Crummles. "You"re uneasy in your mind. What"s the matter?"
Nicholas could not refrain from smiling at the abruptness of the question; but, thinking it scarcely worth while to parry it, owned that he was under some apprehensions lest he might not succeed in the object which had brought him to that part of the country.
"And what"s that?" asked the manager.
"Getting something to do which will keep me and my poor fellow-traveller in the common necessaries of life," said Nicholas. "That"s the truth. You guessed it long ago, I dare say, so I may as well have the credit of telling it you with a good grace."
"What"s to be got to do at Portsmouth more than anywhere else?" asked Mr Vincent Crummles, melting the sealing-wax on the stem of his pipe in the candle, and rolling it out afresh with his little finger.
"There are many vessels leaving the port, I suppose," replied Nicholas. "I shall try for a berth in some ship or other. There is meat and drink there at all events."
"Salt meat and new rum; pease-pudding and chaff-biscuits," said the manager, taking a whiff at his pipe to keep it alight, and returning to his work of embellishment.
"One may do worse than that," said Nicholas. "I can rough it, I believe, as well as most young men of my age and previous habits."
"You need be able to," said the manager, "if you go on board ship; but you won"t."
"Why not?"
"Because there"s not a skipper or mate that would think you worth your salt, when he could get a practised hand," replied the manager; "and they as plentiful there, as the oysters in the streets."
"What do you mean?" asked Nicholas, alarmed by this prediction, and the confident tone in which it had been uttered. "Men are not born able seamen. They must be reared, I suppose?"
Mr Vincent Crummles nodded his head. "They must; but not at your age, or from young gentlemen like you."
There was a pause. The countenance of Nicholas fell, and he gazed ruefully at the fire.
"Does no other profession occur to you, which a young man of your figure and address could take up easily, and see the world to advantage in?" asked the manager.
"No," said Nicholas, shaking his head.
"Why, then, I"ll tell you one," said Mr Crummles, throwing his pipe into the fire, and raising his voice. "The stage."
"The stage!" cried Nicholas, in a voice almost as loud.
"The theatrical profession," said Mr Vincent Crummles. "I am in the theatrical profession myself, my wife is in the theatrical profession, my children are in the theatrical profession. I had a dog that lived and died in it from a puppy; and my chaise-pony goes on, in Timour the Tartar. I"ll bring you out, and your friend too. Say the word. I want a novelty."
"I don"t know anything about it," rejoined Nicholas, whose breath had been almost taken away by this sudden proposal. "I never acted a part in my life, except at school."
"There"s genteel comedy in your walk and manner, juvenile tragedy in your eye, and touch-and-go farce in your laugh," said Mr Vincent Crummles. "You"ll do as well as if you had thought of nothing else but the lamps, from your birth downwards."
Nicholas thought of the small amount of small change that would remain in his pocket after paying the tavern bill; and he hesitated.
"You can be useful to us in a hundred ways," said Mr Crummles. "Think what capital bills a man of your education could write for the shop-windows."
"Well, I think I could manage that department," said Nicholas.
"To be sure you could," replied Mr Crummles. ""For further particulars see small hand-bills"-we might have half a volume in every one of "em. Pieces too; why, you could write us a piece to bring out the whole strength of the company, whenever we wanted one."
"I am not quite so confident about that," replied Nicholas. "But I dare say I could scribble something now and then, that would suit you."
"We"ll have a new show-piece out directly," said the manager. "Let me see-peculiar resources of this establishment-new and splendid scenery-you must manage to introduce a real pump and two washing-tubs."
"Into the piece?" said Nicholas.
"Yes," replied the manager. "I bought "em cheap, at a sale the other day, and they"ll come in admirably. That"s the London plan. They look up some dresses, and properties, and have a piece written to fit "em. Most of the theatres keep an author on purpose."
"Indeed!" cried Nicholas.
"Oh, yes," said the manager; "a common thing. It"ll look very well in the bills in separate lines-Real pump!-Splendid tubs!-Great attraction! You don"t happen to be anything of an artist, do you?"
"That is not one of my accomplishments," rejoined Nicholas.
"Ah! Then it can"t be helped," said the manager. "If you had been, we might have had a large woodcut of the last scene for the posters, showing the whole depth of the stage, with the pump and tubs in the middle; but, however, if you"re not, it can"t be helped."
"What should I get for all this?" inquired Nicholas, after a few moments" reflection. "Could I live by it?"
"Live by it!" said the manager. "Like a prince! With your own salary, and your friend"s, and your writings, you"d make-ah! you"d make a pound a week!"
"You don"t say so!"
"I do indeed, and if we had a run of good houses, nearly double the money."
Nicholas shrugged his shoulders; but sheer dest.i.tution was before him; and if he could summon fort.i.tude to undergo the extremes of want and hardship, for what had he rescued his helpless charge if it were only to bear as hard a fate as that from which he had wrested him? It was easy to think of seventy miles as nothing, when he was in the same town with the man who had treated him so ill and roused his bitterest thoughts; but now, it seemed far enough. What if he went abroad, and his mother or Kate were to die the while?
Without more deliberation, he hastily declared that it was a bargain, and gave Mr Vincent Crummles his hand upon it.
CHAPTER 23
Treats of the Company of Mr Vincent Crummles, and of his Affairs, Domestic and Theatrical As Mr Crummles had a strange four-legged animal in the inn stables, which he called a pony, and a vehicle of unknown design, on which he bestowed the appellation of a four-wheeled phaeton, Nicholas proceeded on his journey next morning with greater ease than he had expected: the manager and himself occupying the front seat: and the Master Crummleses and Smike being packed together behind, in company with a wicker basket defended from wet by a stout oilskin, in which were the broad-swords, pistols, pigtails, nautical costumes, and other professional necessaries of the aforesaid young gentlemen.
The pony took his time upon the road, and-possibly in consequence of his theatrical education-evinced, every now and then, a strong inclination to lie down. However, Mr Vincent Crummles kept him up pretty well, by jerking the rein, and plying the whip; and when these means failed, and the animal came to a stand, the elder Master Crummles got out and kicked him. By dint of these encouragements, he was persuaded to move from time to time, and they jogged on (as Mr Crummles truly observed) very comfortably for all parties.
"He"s a good pony at bottom," said Mr Crummles, turning to Nicholas.
He might have been at bottom, but he certainly was not at top, seeing that his coat was of the roughest and most ill-favoured kind. So, Nicholas merely observed that he shouldn"t wonder if he was.
"Many and many is the circuit this pony has gone," said Mr Crummles, flicking him skilfully on the eyelid for old acquaintance" sake. "He is quite one of us. His mother was on the stage."
"Was she?" rejoined Nicholas.
"She ate apple-pie at a circus for upwards of fourteen years," said the manager; "fired pistols, and went to bed in a nightcap; and, in short, took the low comedy entirely. His father was a dancer."
"Was he at all distinguished?"
"Not very," said the manager. "He was rather a low sort of pony. The fact is, he had been originally jobbed out by the day, and he never quite got over his old habits. He was clever in melodrama too, but too broad-too broad. When the mother died, he took the port-wine business."
"The port-wine business!" cried Nicholas.
"Drinking port-wine with the clown," said the manager; "but he was greedy, and one night bit off the bowl of the gla.s.s, and choked himself, so his vulgarity was the death of him at last."
The descendant of this ill-starred animal requiring increased attention from Mr Crummles as he progressed in his day"s work, that gentleman had very little time for conversation. Nicholas was thus left at leisure to entertain himself with his own thoughts, until they arrived at the drawbridge at Portsmouth, when Mr Crummles pulled up.
"We"ll get down here," said the manager, "and the boys will take him round to the stable, and call at my lodgings with the luggage. You had better let yours be taken there, for the present."