Neville lighted his candles, and the visitor sat down. A handsome gentleman, with a young face, but with an older figure in its robustness and its breadth of shoulder; say a man of eight-and-twenty, or at the utmost thirty; so extremely sunburnt that the contrast between his brown visage and the white forehead shaded out of doors by his hat, and the glimpses of white throat below the neckerchief, would have been almost ludicrous but for his broad temples, bright blue eyes, cl.u.s.tering brown hair, and laughing teeth.
"I have noticed," said he; "-my name is Tartar."
Neville inclined his head.
"I have noticed (excuse me) that you shut yourself up a good deal, and that you seem to like my garden aloft here. If you would like a little more of it, I could throw out a few lines and stays between my windows and yours, which the runners would take to directly. And I have some boxes, both of mignonette and wall-flower, that I could shove on along the gutter (with a boathook I have by me) to your windows, and draw back again when they wanted watering or gardening, and shove on again when they were ship-shape; so that they would cause you no trouble. I couldn"t take this liberty without asking your permission, so I venture to ask it. Tartar, corresponding set, next door."
"You are very kind."
"Not at all. I ought to apologise for looking in so late. But having noticed (excuse me) that you generally walk out at night, I thought I should inconvenience you least by awaiting your return. I am always afraid of inconveniencing busy men, being an idle man."
"I should not have thought so, from your appearance."
"No? I take it as a compliment. In fact, I was bred in the Royal Navy, and was First Lieutenant when I quitted it. But, an uncle disappointed in the service leaving me his property on condition that I left the Navy, I accepted the fortune, and resigned my commission."
"Lately, I presume?"
"Well, I had had twelve or fifteen years of knocking about first. I came here some nine months before you; I had had one crop before you came. I chose this place, because, having served last in a little corvette, I knew I should feel more at home where I had a constant opportunity of knocking my head against the ceiling. Besides, it would never do for a man who had been aboard ship from his boyhood to turn luxurious all at once. Besides, again; having been accustomed to a very short allowance of land all my life, I thought I"d feel my way to the command of a landed estate, by beginning in boxes."
Whimsically as this was said, there was a touch of merry earnestness in it that made it doubly whimsical.
"However," said the Lieutenant, "I have talked quite enough about myself. It is not my way, I hope; it has merely been to present myself to you naturally. If you will allow me to take the liberty I have described, it will be a charity, for it will give me something more to do. And you are not to suppose that it will entail any interruption or intrusion on you, for that is far from my intention."
Neville replied that he was greatly obliged, and that he thankfully accepted the kind proposal.
"I am very glad to take your windows in tow," said the Lieutenant. "From what I have seen of you when I have been gardening at mine, and you have been looking on, I have thought you (excuse me) rather too studious and delicate. May I ask, is your health at all affected?"
"I have undergone some mental distress," said Neville, confused, "which has stood me in the stead of illness."
"Pardon me," said Mr. Tartar.
With the greatest delicacy he shifted his ground to the windows again, and asked if he could look at one of them. On Neville"s opening it, he immediately sprang out, as if he were going aloft with a whole watch in an emergency, and were setting a bright example.
"For Heaven"s sake," cried Neville, "don"t do that! Where are you going Mr. Tartar? You"ll be dashed to pieces!"
"All well!" said the Lieutenant, coolly looking about him on the housetop. "All taut and trim here. Those lines and stays shall be rigged before you turn out in the morning. May I take this short cut home, and say good-night?"
"Mr. Tartar!" urged Neville. "Pray! It makes me giddy to see you!"
But Mr. Tartar, with a wave of his hand and the deftness of a cat, had already dipped through his scuttle of scarlet runners without breaking a leaf, and "gone below."
Mr. Grewgious, his bedroom window-blind held aside with his hand, happened at the moment to have Neville"s chambers under his eye for the last time that night. Fortunately his eye was on the front of the house and not the back, or this remarkable appearance and disappearance might have broken his rest as a phenomenon. But Mr. Grewgious seeing nothing there, not even a light in the windows, his gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet-or seem likely to do it, in this state of existence-and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered.
CHAPTER XVIII-A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM
At about this time a stranger appeared in Cloisterham; a white-haired personage, with black eyebrows. Being b.u.t.toned up in a tightish blue surtout, with a buff waistcoat and gray trousers, he had something of a military air, but he announced himself at the Crozier (the orthodox hotel, where he put up with a portmanteau) as an idle dog who lived upon his means; and he farther announced that he had a mind to take a lodging in the picturesque old city for a month or two, with a view of settling down there altogether. Both announcements were made in the coffee-room of the Crozier, to all whom it might or might not concern, by the stranger as he stood with his back to the empty fireplace, waiting for his fried sole, veal cutlet, and pint of sherry. And the waiter (business being chronically slack at the Crozier) represented all whom it might or might not concern, and absorbed the whole of the information.
This gentleman"s white head was unusually large, and his shock of white hair was unusually thick and ample. "I suppose, waiter," he said, shaking his shock of hair, as a Newfoundland dog might shake his before sitting down to dinner, "that a fair lodging for a single buffer might be found in these parts, eh?"
The waiter had no doubt of it.
"Something old," said the gentleman. "Take my hat down for a moment from that peg, will you? No, I don"t want it; look into it. What do you see written there?"
The waiter read: "Datchery."
"Now you know my name," said the gentleman; "d.i.c.k Datchery. Hang it up again. I was saying something old is what I should prefer, something odd and out of the way; something venerable, architectural, and inconvenient."
"We have a good choice of inconvenient lodgings in the town, sir, I think," replied the waiter, with modest confidence in its resources that way; "indeed, I have no doubt that we could suit you that far, however particular you might be. But a architectural lodging!" That seemed to trouble the waiter"s head, and he shook it.
"Anything Cathedraly, now," Mr. Datchery suggested.
"Mr. Tope," said the waiter, brightening, as he rubbed his chin with his hand, "would be the likeliest party to inform in that line."
"Who is Mr. Tope?" inquired d.i.c.k Datchery.
The waiter explained that he was the Verger, and that Mrs. Tope had indeed once upon a time let lodgings herself or offered to let them; but that as n.o.body had ever taken them, Mrs. Tope"s window-bill, long a Cloisterham Inst.i.tution, had disappeared; probably had tumbled down one day, and never been put up again.
"I"ll call on Mrs. Tope," said Mr. Datchery, "after dinner."
So when he had done his dinner, he was duly directed to the spot, and sallied out for it. But the Crozier being an hotel of a most retiring disposition, and the waiter"s directions being fatally precise, he soon became bewildered, and went boggling about and about the Cathedral Tower, whenever he could catch a glimpse of it, with a general impression on his mind that Mrs. Tope"s was somewhere very near it, and that, like the children in the game of hot boiled beans and very good b.u.t.ter, he was warm in his search when he saw the Tower, and cold when he didn"t see it.
He was getting very cold indeed when he came upon a fragment of burial-ground in which an unhappy sheep was grazing. Unhappy, because a hideous small boy was stoning it through the railings, and had already lamed it in one leg, and was much excited by the benevolent sportsmanlike purpose of breaking its other three legs, and bringing it down.
"It "im agin!" cried the boy, as the poor creature leaped; "and made a dint in his wool."
"Let him be!" said Mr. Datchery. "Don"t you see you have lamed him?"
"Yer lie," returned the sportsman. "E went and lamed isself. I see "im do it, and I giv" "im a shy as a Widdy-warning to "im not to go a-bruisin" "is master"s mutton any more."
"Come here."
"I won"t; I"ll come when yer can ketch me."
"Stay there then, and show me which is Mr. Tope"s."
"Ow can I stay here and show you which is Topeseses, when Topeseses is t"other side the Kinfreederal, and over the crossings, and round ever so many comers? Stoo-pid! Ya-a-ah!"
"Show me where it is, and I"ll give you something."
"Come on, then."
This brisk dialogue concluded, the boy led the way, and by-and-by stopped at some distance from an arched pa.s.sage, pointing.
"Lookie yonder. You see that there winder and door?"