"O, I think so too!" cried Rosa very readily.
"I suppose," pursued Helena, doubtfully, "that he must know by-and-by all you have told me; but I am not sure. Ask Mr. Crisparkle"s advice, my darling. Ask him whether I may tell Neville as much or as little of what you have told me as I think best."
Rosa subsided into her state-cabin, and propounded the question. The Minor Canon was for the free exercise of Helena"s judgment.
"I thank him very much," said Helena, when Rosa emerged again with her report. "Ask him whether it would be best to wait until any more maligning and pursuing of Neville on the part of this wretch shall disclose itself, or to try to antic.i.p.ate it: I mean, so far as to find out whether any such goes on darkly about us?"
The Minor Canon found this point so difficult to give a confident opinion on, that, after two or three attempts and failures, he suggested a reference to Mr. Grewgious. Helena acquiescing, he betook himself (with a most unsuccessful a.s.sumption of lounging indifference) across the quadrangle to P. J. T."s, and stated it. Mr. Grewgious held decidedly to the general principle, that if you could steal a march upon a brigand or a wild beast, you had better do it; and he also held decidedly to the special case, that John Jasper was a brigand and a wild beast in combination.
Thus advised, Mr. Crisparkle came back again and reported to Rosa, who in her turn reported to Helena. She now steadily pursuing her train of thought at her window, considered thereupon.
"We may count on Mr. Tartar"s readiness to help us, Rosa?" she inquired.
O yes! Rosa shyly thought so. O yes, Rosa shyly believed she could almost answer for it. But should she ask Mr. Crisparkle? "I think your authority on the point as good as his, my dear," said Helena, sedately, "and you needn"t disappear again for that." Odd of Helena!
"You see, Neville," Helena pursued after more reflection, "knows no one else here: he has not so much as exchanged a word with any one else here. If Mr. Tartar would call to see him openly and often; if he would spare a minute for the purpose, frequently; if he would even do so, almost daily; something might come of it."
"Something might come of it, dear?" repeated Rosa, surveying her friend"s beauty with a highly perplexed face. "Something might?"
"If Neville"s movements are really watched, and if the purpose really is to isolate him from all friends and acquaintance and wear his daily life out grain by grain (which would seem to be the threat to you), does it not appear likely," said Helena, "that his enemy would in some way communicate with Mr. Tartar to warn him off from Neville? In which case, we might not only know the fact, but might know from Mr. Tartar what the terms of the communication were."
"I see!" cried Rosa. And immediately darted into her state-cabin again.
Presently her pretty face reappeared, with a greatly heightened colour, and she said that she had told Mr. Crisparkle, and that Mr. Crisparkle had fetched in Mr. Tartar, and that Mr. Tartar-"who is waiting now, in case you want him," added Rosa, with a half look back, and in not a little confusion between the inside of the state-cabin and out-had declared his readiness to act as she had suggested, and to enter on his task that very day.
"I thank him from my heart," said Helena. "Pray tell him so."
Again not a little confused between the Flower-garden and the Cabin, Rosa dipped in with her message, and dipped out again with more a.s.surances from Mr. Tartar, and stood wavering in a divided state between Helena and him, which proved that confusion is not always necessarily awkward, but may sometimes present a very pleasant appearance.
"And now, darling," said Helena, "we will be mindful of the caution that has restricted us to this interview for the present, and will part. I hear Neville moving too. Are you going back?"
"To Miss Twinkleton"s?" asked Rosa.
"Yes."
"O, I could never go there any more. I couldn"t indeed, after that dreadful interview!" said Rosa.
"Then where are you going, pretty one?"
"Now I come to think of it, I don"t know," said Rosa. "I have settled nothing at all yet, but my guardian will take care of me. Don"t be uneasy, dear. I shall be sure to be somewhere."
(It did seem likely.)
"And I shall hear of my Rosebud from Mr. Tartar?" inquired Helena.
"Yes, I suppose so; from-" Rosa looked back again in a flutter, instead of supplying the name. "But tell me one thing before we part, dearest Helena. Tell me-that you are sure, sure, sure, I couldn"t help it."
"Help it, love?"
"Help making him malicious and revengeful. I couldn"t hold any terms with him, could I?"
"You know how I love you, darling," answered Helena, with indignation; "but I would sooner see you dead at his wicked feet."
"That"s a great comfort to me! And you will tell your poor brother so, won"t you? And you will give him my remembrance and my sympathy? And you will ask him not to hate me?"
With a mournful shake of the head, as if that would be quite a superfluous entreaty, Helena lovingly kissed her two hands to her friend, and her friend"s two hands were kissed to her; and then she saw a third hand (a brown one) appear among the flowers and leaves, and help her friend out of sight.
The refection that Mr. Tartar produced in the Admiral"s Cabin by merely touching the spring k.n.o.b of a locker and the handle of a drawer, was a dazzling enchanted repast. Wonderful macaroons, glittering liqueurs, magically-preserved tropical spices, and jellies of celestial tropical fruits, displayed themselves profusely at an instant"s notice. But Mr. Tartar could not make time stand still; and time, with his hard-hearted fleetness, strode on so fast, that Rosa was obliged to come down from the bean-stalk country to earth and her guardian"s chambers.
"And now, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, "what is to be done next? To put the same thought in another form; what is to be done with you?"
Rosa could only look apologetically sensible of being very much in her own way and in everybody else"s. Some pa.s.sing idea of living, fireproof, up a good many stairs in Furnival"s Inn for the rest of her life, was the only thing in the nature of a plan that occurred to her.
"It has come into my thoughts," said Mr. Grewgious, "that as the respected lady, Miss Twinkleton, occasionally repairs to London in the recess, with the view of extending her connection, and being available for interviews with metropolitan parents, if any-whether, until we have time in which to turn ourselves round, we might invite Miss Twinkleton to come and stay with you for a month?"
"Stay where, sir?"
"Whether," explained Mr. Grewgious, "we might take a furnished lodging in town for a month, and invite Miss Twinkleton to a.s.sume the charge of you in it for that period?"
"And afterwards?" hinted Rosa.
"And afterwards," said Mr. Grewgious, "we should be no worse off than we are now."
"I think that might smooth the way," a.s.sented Rosa.
"Then let us," said Mr. Grewgious, rising, "go and look for a furnished lodging. Nothing could be more acceptable to me than the sweet presence of last evening, for all the remaining evenings of my existence; but these are not fit surroundings for a young lady. Let us set out in quest of adventures, and look for a furnished lodging. In the meantime, Mr. Crisparkle here, about to return home immediately, will no doubt kindly see Miss Twinkleton, and invite that lady to co-operate in our plan."
Mr. Crisparkle, willingly accepting the commission, took his departure; Mr. Grewgious and his ward set forth on their expedition.
As Mr. Grewgious"s idea of looking at a furnished lodging was to get on the opposite side of the street to a house with a suitable bill in the window, and stare at it; and then work his way tortuously to the back of the house, and stare at that; and then not go in, but make similar trials of another house, with the same result; their progress was but slow. At length he bethought himself of a widowed cousin, divers times removed, of Mr. Bazzard"s, who had once solicited his influence in the lodger world, and who lived in Southampton Street, Bloomsbury Square. This lady"s name, stated in uncompromising capitals of considerable size on a bra.s.s door-plate, and yet not lucidly as to s.e.x or condition, was Billickin.
Personal faintness, and an overpowering personal candour, were the distinguishing features of Mrs. Billickin"s organisation. She came languishing out of her own exclusive back parlour, with the air of having been expressly brought-to for the purpose, from an acc.u.mulation of several swoons.
"I hope I see you well, sir," said Mrs. Billickin, recognising her visitor with a bend.
"Thank you, quite well. And you, ma"am?" returned Mr. Grewgious.
"I am as well," said Mrs. Billickin, becoming aspirational with excess of faintness, "as I hever ham."
"My ward and an elderly lady," said Mr. Grewgious, "wish to find a genteel lodging for a month or so. Have you any apartments available, ma"am?"
"Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, "I will not deceive you; far from it. I have apartments available."
This with the air of adding: "Convey me to the stake, if you will; but while I live, I will be candid."
"And now, what apartments, ma"am?" asked Mr. Grewgious, cosily. To tame a certain severity apparent on the part of Mrs. Billickin.
"There is this sitting-room-which, call it what you will, it is the front parlour, Miss," said Mrs. Billickin, impressing Rosa into the conversation: "the back parlour being what I cling to and never part with; and there is two bedrooms at the top of the "ouse with gas laid on. I do not tell you that your bedroom floors is firm, for firm they are not. The gas-fitter himself allowed, that to make a firm job, he must go right under your jistes, and it were not worth the outlay as a yearly tenant so to do. The piping is carried above your jistes, and it is best that it should be made known to you."