They dined together, sumptuously. The wine flowed freely, as indeed it had done all day. Sir Mulberry drank to recompense himself for his recent abstinence; the young lord, to drown his indignation; and the remainder of the party, because the wine was of the best and they had nothing to pay. It was nearly midnight when they rushed out, wild, burning with wine, their blood boiling, and their brains on fire, to the gaming-table.
Here, they encountered another party, mad like themselves. The excitement of play, hot rooms, and glaring lights was not calculated to allay the fever of the time. In that giddy whirl of noise and confusion, the men were delirious. Who thought of money, ruin, or the morrow, in the savage intoxication of the moment? More wine was called for, gla.s.s after gla.s.s was drained, their parched and scalding mouths were cracked with thirst. Down poured the wine like oil on blazing fire. And still the riot went on. The debauchery gained its height; gla.s.ses were dashed upon the floor by hands that could not carry them to lips; oaths were shouted out by lips which could scarcely form the words to vent them in; drunken losers cursed and roared; some mounted on the tables, waving bottles above their heads and bidding defiance to the rest; some danced, some sang, some tore the cards and raved. Tumult and frenzy reigned supreme; when a noise arose that drowned all others, and two men, seizing each other by the throat, struggled into the middle of the room.
A dozen voices, until now unheard, called aloud to part them. Those who had kept themselves cool, to win, and who earned their living in such scenes, threw themselves upon the combatants, and, forcing them asunder, dragged them some s.p.a.ce apart.
"Let me go!" cried Sir Mulberry, in a thick hoa.r.s.e voice; "he struck me! Do you hear? I say, he struck me. Have I a friend here? Who is this? Westwood. Do you hear me say he struck me?"
"I hear, I hear," replied one of those who held him. "Come away for tonight!"
"I will not, by G-," he replied. "A dozen men about us saw the blow."
"Tomorrow will be ample time," said the friend.
"It will not be ample time!" cried Sir Mulberry. "Tonight, at once, here!" His pa.s.sion was so great, that he could not articulate, but stood clenching his fist, tearing his hair, and stamping upon the ground.
"What is this, my lord?" said one of those who surrounded him. "Have blows pa.s.sed?"
"ONE blow has," was the panting reply. "I struck him. I proclaim it to all here! I struck him, and he knows why. I say, with him, let this quarrel be adjusted now. Captain Adams," said the young lord, looking hurriedly about him, and addressing one of those who had interposed, "let me speak with you, I beg."
The person addressed stepped forward, and taking the young man"s arm, they retired together, followed shortly afterwards by Sir Mulberry and his friend.
It was a profligate haunt of the worst repute, and not a place in which such an affair was likely to awaken any sympathy for either party, or to call forth any further remonstrance or interposition. Elsewhere, its further progress would have been instantly prevented, and time allowed for sober and cool reflection; but not there. Disturbed in their orgies, the party broke up; some reeled away with looks of tipsy gravity; others withdrew noisily discussing what had just occurred; the gentlemen of honour who lived upon their winnings remarked to each other, as they went out, that Hawk was a good shot; and those who had been most noisy, fell fast asleep upon the sofas, and thought no more about it.
Meanwhile, the two seconds, as they may be called now, after a long conference, each with his princ.i.p.al, met together in another room. Both utterly heartless, both men upon town, both thoroughly initiated in its worst vices, both deeply in debt, both fallen from some higher estate, both addicted to every depravity for which society can find some genteel name and plead its most depraving conventionalities as an excuse, they were naturally gentlemen of most unblemished honour themselves, and of great nicety concerning the honour of other people.
These two gentlemen were unusually cheerful just now; for the affair was pretty certain to make some noise, and could scarcely fail to enhance their reputations.
"This is an awkward affair, Adams," said Mr Westwood, drawing himself up.
"Very," returned the captain; "a blow has been struck, and there is but one course, OF course."
"No apology, I suppose?" said Mr Westwood.
"Not a syllable, sir, from my man, if we talk till doomsday," returned the captain. "The original cause of dispute, I understand, was some girl or other, to whom your princ.i.p.al applied certain terms, which Lord Frederick, defending the girl, repelled. But this led to a long recrimination upon a great many sore subjects, charges, and counter-charges. Sir Mulberry was sarcastic; Lord Frederick was excited, and struck him in the heat of provocation, and under circ.u.mstances of great aggravation. That blow, unless there is a full retraction on the part of Sir Mulberry, Lord Frederick is ready to justify."
"There is no more to be said," returned the other, "but to settle the hour and the place of meeting. It"s a responsibility; but there is a strong feeling to have it over. Do you object to say at sunrise?"
"Sharp work," replied the captain, referring to his watch; "however, as this seems to have been a long time breeding, and negotiation is only a waste of words, no."
"Something may possibly be said, out of doors, after what pa.s.sed in the other room, which renders it desirable that we should be off without delay, and quite clear of town," said Mr Westwood. "What do you say to one of the meadows opposite Twickenham, by the river-side?"
The captain saw no objection.
"Shall we join company in the avenue of trees which leads from Petersham to Ham House, and settle the exact spot when we arrive there?" said Mr Westwood.
To this the captain also a.s.sented. After a few other preliminaries, equally brief, and having settled the road each party should take to avoid suspicion, they separated.
"We shall just have comfortable time, my lord," said the captain, when he had communicated the arrangements, "to call at my rooms for a case of pistols, and then jog coolly down. If you will allow me to dismiss your servant, we"ll take my cab; for yours, perhaps, might be recognised."
What a contrast, when they reached the street, to the scene they had just left! It was already daybreak. For the flaring yellow light within, was subst.i.tuted the clear, bright, glorious morning; for a hot, close atmosphere, tainted with the smell of expiring lamps, and reeking with the steams of riot and dissipation, the free, fresh, wholesome air. But to the fevered head on which that cool air blew, it seemed to come laden with remorse for time misspent and countless opportunities neglected. With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.
"Shivering?" said the captain. "You are cold."
"Rather."
"It does strike cool, coming out of those hot rooms. Wrap that cloak about you. So, so; now we"re off."
They rattled through the quiet streets, made their call at the captain"s lodgings, cleared the town, and emerged upon the open road, without hindrance or molestation.
Fields, trees, gardens, hedges, everything looked very beautiful; the young man scarcely seemed to have noticed them before, though he had pa.s.sed the same objects a thousand times. There was a peace and serenity upon them all, strangely at variance with the bewilderment and confusion of his own half-sobered thoughts, and yet impressive and welcome. He had no fear upon his mind; but, as he looked about him, he had less anger; and though all old delusions, relative to his worthless late companion, were now cleared away, he rather wished he had never known him than thought of its having come to this.
The past night, the day before, and many other days and nights beside, all mingled themselves up in one unintelligible and senseless whirl; he could not separate the transactions of one time from those of another. Now, the noise of the wheels resolved itself into some wild tune in which he could recognise sc.r.a.ps of airs he knew; now, there was nothing in his ears but a stunning and bewildering sound, like rushing water. But his companion rallied him on being so silent, and they talked and laughed boisterously. When they stopped, he was a little surprised to find himself in the act of smoking; but, on reflection, he remembered when and where he had taken the cigar.
They stopped at the avenue gate and alighted, leaving the carriage to the care of the servant, who was a smart fellow, and nearly as well accustomed to such proceedings as his master. Sir Mulberry and his friend were already there. All four walked in profound silence up the aisle of stately elm trees, which, meeting far above their heads, formed a long green perspective of Gothic arches, terminating, like some old ruin, in the open sky.
After a pause, and a brief conference between the seconds, they, at length, turned to the right, and taking a track across a little meadow, pa.s.sed Ham House and came into some fields beyond. In one of these, they stopped. The ground was measured, some usual forms gone through, the two princ.i.p.als were placed front to front at the distance agreed upon, and Sir Mulberry turned his face towards his young adversary for the first time. He was very pale, his eyes were bloodshot, his dress disordered, and his hair dishevelled. For the face, it expressed nothing but violent and evil pa.s.sions. He shaded his eyes with his hand; grazed at his opponent, steadfastly, for a few moments; and, then taking the weapon which was tendered to him, bent his eyes upon that, and looked up no more until the word was given, when he instantly fired.
The two shots were fired, as nearly as possible, at the same instant. In that instant, the young lord turned his head sharply round, fixed upon his adversary a ghastly stare, and without a groan or stagger, fell down dead.
"He"s gone!" cried Westwood, who, with the other second, had run up to the body, and fallen on one knee beside it.
"His blood on his own head," said Sir Mulberry. "He brought this upon himself, and forced it upon me."
"Captain Adams," cried Westwood, hastily, "I call you to witness that this was fairly done. Hawk, we have not a moment to lose. We must leave this place immediately, push for Brighton, and cross to France with all speed. This has been a bad business, and may be worse, if we delay a moment. Adams, consult your own safety, and don"t remain here; the living before the dead; goodbye!"
With these words, he seized Sir Mulberry by the arm, and hurried him away. Captain Adams-only pausing to convince himself, beyond all question, of the fatal result-sped off in the same direction, to concert measures with his servant for removing the body, and securing his own safety likewise.
So died Lord Frederick Verisopht, by the hand which he had loaded with gifts, and clasped a thousand times; by the act of him, but for whom, and others like him, he might have lived a happy man, and died with children"s faces round his bed.
The sun came proudly up in all his majesty, the n.o.ble river ran its winding course, the leaves quivered and rustled in the air, the birds poured their cheerful songs from every tree, the short-lived b.u.t.terfly fluttered its little wings; all the light and life of day came on; and, amidst it all, and pressing down the gra.s.s whose every blade bore twenty tiny lives, lay the dead man, with his stark and rigid face turned upwards to the sky.
CHAPTER 51
The Project of Mr Ralph Nickleby and his Friend approaching a successful Issue, becomes unexpectedly known to another Party, not admitted into their Confidence In an old house, dismal dark and dusty, which seemed to have withered, like himself, and to have grown yellow and shrivelled in h.o.a.rding him from the light of day, as he had in h.o.a.rding his money, lived Arthur Gride. Meagre old chairs and tables, of spare and bony make, and hard and cold as misers" hearts, were ranged, in grim array, against the gloomy walls; attenuated presses, grown lank and lantern-jawed in guarding the treasures they enclosed, and tottering, as though from constant fear and dread of thieves, shrunk up in dark corners, whence they cast no shadows on the ground, and seemed to hide and cower from observation. A tall grim clock upon the stairs, with long lean hands and famished face, ticked in cautious whispers; and when it struck the time, in thin and piping sounds, like an old man"s voice, rattled, as if it were pinched with hunger.
No fireside couch was there, to invite repose and comfort. Elbow-chairs there were, but they looked uneasy in their minds, c.o.c.ked their arms suspiciously and timidly, and kept upon their guard. Others, were fantastically grim and gaunt, as having drawn themselves up to their utmost height, and put on their fiercest looks to stare all comers out of countenance. Others, again, knocked up against their neighbours, or leant for support against the wall-somewhat ostentatiously, as if to call all men to witness that they were not worth the taking. The dark square lumbering bedsteads seemed built for restless dreams; the musty hangings seemed to creep in scanty folds together, whispering among themselves, when rustled by the wind, their trembling knowledge of the tempting wares that lurked within the dark and tight-locked closets.
From out the most spare and hungry room in all this spare and hungry house there came, one morning, the tremulous tones of old Gride"s voice, as it feebly chirruped forth the f.a.g end of some forgotten song, of which the burden ran: Ta-ran-tan-too, Throw the old shoe, And may the wedding be lucky!
which he repeated, in the same shrill quavering notes, again and again, until a violent fit of coughing obliged him to desist, and to pursue in silence, the occupation upon which he was engaged.
This occupation was, to take down from the shelves of a worm-eaten wardrobe a quant.i.ty of frouzy garments, one by one; to subject each to a careful and minute inspection by holding it up against the light, and after folding it with great exactness, to lay it on one or other of two little heaps beside him. He never took two articles of clothing out together, but always brought them forth, singly, and never failed to shut the wardrobe door, and turn the key, between each visit to its shelves.
"The snuff-coloured suit," said Arthur Gride, surveying a threadbare coat. "Did I look well in snuff-colour? Let me think."
The result of his cogitations appeared to be unfavourable, for he folded the garment once more, laid it aside, and mounted on a chair to get down another, chirping while he did so: Young, loving, and fair, Oh what happiness there!
The wedding is sure to be lucky!
"They always put in "young,"" said old Arthur, "but songs are only written for the sake of rhyme, and this is a silly one that the poor country-people sang, when I was a little boy. Though stop-young is quite right too-it means the bride-yes. He, he, he! It means the bride. Oh dear, that"s good. That"s very good. And true besides, quite true!"
In the satisfaction of this discovery, he went over the verse again, with increased expression, and a shake or two here and there. He then resumed his employment.
"The bottle-green," said old Arthur; "the bottle-green was a famous suit to wear, and I bought it very cheap at a p.a.w.nbroker"s, and there was-he, he, he!-a tarnished shilling in the waistcoat pocket. To think that the p.a.w.nbroker shouldn"t have known there was a shilling in it! I knew it! I felt it when I was examining the quality. Oh, what a dull dog of a p.a.w.nbroker! It was a lucky suit too, this bottle-green. The very day I put it on first, old Lord Mallowford was burnt to death in his bed, and all the post-obits fell in. I"ll be married in the bottle-green. Peg. Peg Sliderskew-I"ll wear the bottle-green!"
This call, loudly repeated twice or thrice at the room-door, brought into the apartment a short, thin, weasen, blear-eyed old woman, palsy-stricken and hideously ugly, who, wiping her shrivelled face upon her dirty ap.r.o.n, inquired, in that subdued tone in which deaf people commonly speak: "Was that you a calling, or only the clock a striking? My hearing gets so bad, I never know which is which; but when I hear a noise, I know it must be one of you, because nothing else never stirs in the house."
"Me, Peg, me," said Arthur Gride, tapping himself on the breast to render the reply more intelligible.
"You, eh?" returned Peg. "And what do YOU want?"
"I"ll be married in the bottle-green," cried Arthur Gride.
"It"s a deal too good to be married in, master," rejoined Peg, after a short inspection of the suit. "Haven"t you got anything worse than this?"
"Nothing that"ll do," replied old Arthur.
"Why not do?" retorted Peg. "Why don"t you wear your every-day clothes, like a man-eh?"
"They an"t becoming enough, Peg," returned her master.
"Not what enough?" said Peg.
"Becoming."
"Becoming what?" said Peg, sharply. "Not becoming too old to wear?"
Arthur Gride muttered an imprecation on his housekeeper"s deafness, as he roared in her ear: "Not smart enough! I want to look as well as I can."
"Look?" cried Peg. "If she"s as handsome as you say she is, she won"t look much at you, master, take your oath of that; and as to how you look yourself-pepper-and-salt, bottle-green, sky-blue, or tartan-plaid will make no difference in you."
With which consolatory a.s.surance, Peg Sliderskew gathered up the chosen suit, and folding her skinny arms upon the bundle, stood, mouthing, and grinning, and blinking her watery eyes, like an uncouth figure in some monstrous piece of carving.
"You"re in a funny humour, an"t you, Peg?" said Arthur, with not the best possible grace.
"Why, isn"t it enough to make me?" rejoined the old woman. "I shall, soon enough, be put out, though, if anybody tries to domineer it over me: and so I give you notice, master. n.o.body shall be put over Peg Sliderskew"s head, after so many years; you know that, and so I needn"t tell you! That won"t do for me-no, no, nor for you. Try that once, and come to ruin-ruin-ruin!"
"Oh dear, dear, I shall never try it," said Arthur Gride, appalled by the mention of the word, "not for the world. It would be very easy to ruin me; we must be very careful; more saving than ever, with another mouth to feed. Only we-we mustn"t let her lose her good looks, Peg, because I like to see "em."
"Take care you don"t find good looks come expensive," returned Peg, shaking her forefinger.
"But she can earn money herself, Peg," said Arthur Gride, eagerly watching what effect his communication produced upon the old woman"s countenance: "she can draw, paint, work all manner of pretty things for ornamenting stools and chairs: slippers, Peg, watch-guards, hair-chains, and a thousand little dainty trifles that I couldn"t give you half the names of. Then she can play the piano, (and, what"s more, she"s got one), and sing like a little bird. She"ll be very cheap to dress and keep, Peg; don"t you think she will?"
"If you don"t let her make a fool of you, she may," returned Peg.
"A fool of ME!" exclaimed Arthur. "Trust your old master not to be fooled by pretty faces, Peg; no, no, no-nor by ugly ones neither, Mrs Sliderskew," he softly added by way of soliloquy.
"You"re a saying something you don"t want me to hear," said Peg; "I know you are."
"Oh dear! the devil"s in this woman," muttered Arthur; adding with an ugly leer, "I said I trusted everything to you, Peg. That was all."
"You do that, master, and all your cares are over," said Peg approvingly.
"WHEN I do that, Peg Sliderskew," thought Arthur Gride, "they will be."
Although he thought this very distinctly, he durst not move his lips lest the old woman should detect him. He even seemed half afraid that she might have read his thoughts; for he leered coaxingly upon her, as he said aloud: "Take up all loose st.i.tches in the bottle-green with the best black silk. Have a skein of the best, and some new b.u.t.tons for the coat, and-this is a good idea, Peg, and one you"ll like, I know-as I have never given her anything yet, and girls like such attentions, you shall polish up a sparking necklace that I have got upstairs, and I"ll give it her upon the wedding morning-clasp it round her charming little neck myself-and take it away again next day. He, he, he! I"ll lock it up for her, Peg, and lose it. Who"ll be made the fool of there, I wonder, to begin with-eh, Peg?"
Mrs Sliderskew appeared to approve highly of this ingenious scheme, and expressed her satisfaction by various rackings and twitchings of her head and body, which by no means enhanced her charms. These she prolonged until she had hobbled to the door, when she exchanged them for a sour malignant look, and twisting her under-jaw from side to side, muttered hearty curses upon the future Mrs Gride, as she crept slowly down the stairs, and paused for breath at nearly every one.
"She"s half a witch, I think," said Arthur Gride, when he found himself again alone. "But she"s very frugal, and she"s very deaf. Her living costs me next to nothing; and it"s no use her listening at keyholes; for she can"t hear. She"s a charming woman-for the purpose; a most discreet old housekeeper, and worth her weight in-copper."
Having extolled the merits of his domestic in these high terms, old Arthur went back to the burden of his song. The suit destined to grace his approaching nuptials being now selected, he replaced the others with no less care than he had displayed in drawing them from the musty nooks where they had silently reposed for many years.
Startled by a ring at the door, he hastily concluded this operation, and locked the press; but there was no need for any particular hurry, as the discreet Peg seldom knew the bell was rung unless she happened to cast her dim eyes upwards, and to see it shaking against the kitchen ceiling. After a short delay, however, Peg tottered in, followed by Newman Noggs.
"Ah! Mr Noggs!" cried Arthur Gride, rubbing his hands. "My good friend, Mr Noggs, what news do you bring for me?"
Newman, with a steadfast and immovable aspect, and his fixed eye very fixed indeed, replied, suiting the action to the word, "A letter. From Mr Nickleby. Bearer waits."
"Won"t you take a-a-"
Newman looked up, and smacked his lips.
"-A chair?" said Arthur Gride.
"No," replied Newman. "Thankee."
Arthur opened the letter with trembling hands, and devoured its contents with the utmost greediness; chuckling rapturously over it, and reading it several times, before he could take it from before his eyes. So many times did he peruse and re-peruse it, that Newman considered it expedient to remind him of his presence.
"Answer," said Newman. "Bearer waits."
"True," replied old Arthur. "Yes-yes; I almost forgot, I do declare."
"I thought you were forgetting," said Newman.
"Quite right to remind me, Mr Noggs. Oh, very right indeed," said Arthur. "Yes. I"ll write a line. I"m-I"m-rather flurried, Mr Noggs. The news is-"
"Bad?" interrupted Newman.