"But they look smaller than they really are, on that account," said Quilp, pressing his arm. "You"ll have no conception of the value of your prize until you draw close to it. Mark that."
"D"ye think not?" said d.i.c.k.
"Aye, I do; and I am certain of what I say, that"s better," returned the dwarf. "You bring Trent to me. Tell him I am his friend and yours--why shouldn"t I be?"
"There"s no reason why you shouldn"t, certainly," replied d.i.c.k, "and perhaps there are a great many why you should--at least there would be nothing strange in your wanting to be my friend, if you were a choice spirit, but then you know you"re not a choice spirit."
"I not a choice spirit?" cried Quilp.
"Devil a bit, sir," returned d.i.c.k. "A man of your appearance couldn"t be. If you"re any spirit at all, sir, you"re an evil spirit. Choice spirits," added d.i.c.k, smiting himself on the breast, "are quite a different looking sort of people, you may take your oath of that, sir."
Quilp glanced at his free-spoken friend with a mingled expression of cunning and dislike, and wringing his hand almost at the same moment, declared that he was an uncommon character and had his warmest esteem.
With that they parted; Mr Swiveller to make the best of his way home and sleep himself sober; and Quilp to cogitate upon the discovery he had made, and exult in the prospect of the rich field of enjoyment and reprisal it opened to him.
It was not without great reluctance and misgiving that Mr Swiveller, next morning, his head racked by the fumes of the renowned Schiedam, repaired to the lodging of his friend Trent (which was in the roof of an old house in an old ghostly inn), and recounted by very slow degrees what had yesterday taken place between him and Quilp. Nor was it without great surprise and much speculation on Quilp"s probable motives, nor without many bitter comments on d.i.c.k Swiveller"s folly, that his friend received the tale.
"I don"t defend myself, Fred," said the penitent Richard; "but the fellow has such a queer way with him and is such an artful dog, that first of all he set me upon thinking whether there was any harm in telling him, and while I was thinking, screwed it out of me. If you had seen him drink and smoke, as I did, you couldn"t have kept anything from him. He"s a Salamander you know, that"s what he is."
Without inquiring whether Salamanders were of necessity good confidential agents, or whether a fire-proof man was as a matter of course trustworthy, Frederick Trent threw himself into a chair, and, burying his head in his hands, endeavoured to fathom the motives which had led Quilp to insinuate himself into Richard Swiveller"s confidence;--for that the disclosure was of his seeking, and had not been spontaneously revealed by d.i.c.k, was sufficiently plain from Quilp"s seeking his company and enticing him away.
The dwarf had twice encountered him when he was endeavouring to obtain intelligence of the fugitives. This, perhaps, as he had not shown any previous anxiety about them, was enough to awaken suspicion in the breast of a creature so jealous and distrustful by nature, setting aside any additional impulse to curiosity that he might have derived from d.i.c.k"s incautious manner. But knowing the scheme they had planned, why should he offer to a.s.sist it? This was a question more difficult of solution; but as knaves generally overreach themselves by imputing their own designs to others, the idea immediately presented itself that some circ.u.mstances of irritation between Quilp and the old man, arising out of their secret transactions and not unconnected perhaps with his sudden disappearance, now rendered the former desirous of revenging himself upon him by seeking to entrap the sole object of his love and anxiety into a connexion of which he knew he had a dread and hatred. As Frederick Trent himself, utterly regardless of his sister, had this object at heart, only second to the hope of gain, it seemed to him the more likely to be Quilp"s main principle of action.
Once investing the dwarf with a design of his own in abetting them, which the attainment of their purpose would serve, it was easy to believe him sincere and hearty in the cause; and as there could be no doubt of his proving a powerful and useful auxiliary, Trent determined to accept his invitation and go to his house that night, and if what he said and did confirmed him in the impression he had formed, to let him share the labour of their plan, but not the profit.
Having revolved these things in his mind and arrived at this conclusion, he communicated to Mr Swiveller as much of his meditations as he thought proper (d.i.c.k would have been perfectly satisfied with less), and giving him the day to recover himself from his late salamandering, accompanied him at evening to Mr Quilp"s house.
Mighty glad Mr Quilp was to see them, or mightily glad he seemed to be; and fearfully polite Mr Quilp was to Mrs Quilp and Mrs Jiniwin; and very sharp was the look he cast on his wife to observe how she was affected by the recognition of young Trent. Mrs Quilp was as innocent as her own mother of any emotion, painful or pleasant, which the sight of him awakened, but as her husband"s glance made her timid and confused, and uncertain what to do or what was required of her, Mr Quilp did not fail to a.s.sign her embarra.s.sment to the cause he had in his mind, and while he chuckled at his penetration was secretly exasperated by his jealousy.
Nothing of this appeared, however. On the contrary, Mr Quilp was all blandness and suavity, and presided over the case-bottle of rum with extraordinary open-heartedness.
"Why, let me see," said Quilp. "It must be a matter of nearly two years since we were first acquainted."
"Nearer three, I think," said Trent.
"Nearer three!" cried Quilp. "How fast time flies. Does it seem as long as that to you, Mrs Quilp?"
"Yes, I think it seems full three years, Quilp," was the unfortunate reply.
"Oh indeed, ma"am," thought Quilp, "you have been pining, have you?
Very good, ma"am."
"It seems to me but yesterday that you went out to Demerara in the Mary Anne," said Quilp; "but yesterday, I declare. Well, I like a little wildness. I was wild myself once."
Mr Quilp accompanied this admission with such an awful wink, indicative of old rovings and backslidings, that Mrs Jiniwin was indignant, and could not forbear from remarking under her breath that he might at least put off his confessions until his wife was absent; for which act of boldness and insubordination Mr Quilp first stared her out of countenance and then drank her health ceremoniously.
"I thought you"d come back directly, Fred. I always thought that,"
said Quilp setting down his gla.s.s. "And when the Mary Anne returned with you on board, instead of a letter to say what a contrite heart you had, and how happy you were in the situation that had been provided for you, I was amused--exceedingly amused. Ha ha ha!"
The young man smiled, but not as though the theme was the most agreeable one that could have been selected for his entertainment; and for that reason Quilp pursued it.
"I always will say," he resumed, "that when a rich relation having two young people--sisters or brothers, or brother and sister--dependent on him, attaches himself exclusively to one, and casts off the other, he does wrong."
The young man made a movement of impatience, but Quilp went on as calmly as if he were discussing some abstract question in which n.o.body present had the slightest personal interest.
"It"s very true," said Quilp, "that your grandfather urged repeated forgiveness, ingrat.i.tude, riot, and extravagance, and all that; but as I told him "these are common faults." "But he"s a scoundrel," said he.
"Granting that," said I (for the sake of argument of course), "a great many young n.o.blemen and gentlemen are scoundrels too!" But he wouldn"t be convinced."
"I wonder at that, Mr Quilp," said the young man sarcastically.
"Well, so did I at the time," returned Quilp, "but he was always obstinate. He was in a manner a friend of mine, but he was always obstinate and wrong-headed. Little Nell is a nice girl, a charming girl, but you"re her brother, Frederick. You"re her brother after all; as you told him the last time you met, he can"t alter that."
"He would if he could, confound him for that and all other kindnesses,"
said the young man impatiently. "But nothing can come of this subject now, and let us have done with it in the Devil"s name."
"Agreed," returned Quilp, "agreed on my part readily. Why have I alluded to it? Just to show you, Frederick, that I have always stood your friend. You little knew who was your friend, and who your foe; now did you? You thought I was against you, and so there has been a coolness between us; but it was all on your side, entirely on your side. Let"s shake hands again, Fred."
With his head sunk down between his shoulders, and a hideous grin over-spreading his face, the dwarf stood up and stretched his short arm across the table. After a moment"s hesitation, the young man stretched out his to meet it; Quilp clutched his fingers in a grip that for the moment stopped the current of the blood within them, and pressing his other hand upon his lip and frowning towards the unsuspicious Richard, released them and sat down.
This action was not lost upon Trent, who, knowing that Richard Swiveller was a mere tool in his hands and knew no more of his designs than he thought proper to communicate, saw that the dwarf perfectly understood their relative position, and fully entered into the character of his friend. It is something to be appreciated, even in knavery. This silent homage to his superior abilities, no less than a sense of the power with which the dwarf"s quick perception had already invested him, inclined the young man towards that ugly worthy, and determined him to profit by his aid.
It being now Mr Quilp"s cue to change the subject with all convenient expedition, lest Richard Swiveller in his heedlessness should reveal anything which it was inexpedient for the women to know, he proposed a game at four-handed cribbage, and partners being cut for, Mrs Quilp fell to Frederick Trent, and d.i.c.k himself to Quilp. Mrs Jiniwin being very fond of cards was carefully excluded by her son-in-law from any partic.i.p.ation in the game, and had a.s.signed to her the duty of occasionally replenishing the gla.s.ses from the case-bottle; Mr Quilp from that moment keeping one eye constantly upon her, lest she should by any means procure a taste of the same, and thereby tantalising the wretched old lady (who was as much attached to the case-bottle as the cards) in a double degree and most ingenious manner.
But it was not to Mrs Jiniwin alone that Mr Quilp"s attention was restricted, as several other matters required his constant vigilance.
Among his various eccentric habits he had a humorous one of always cheating at cards, which rendered necessary on his part, not only a close observance of the game, and a sleight-of-hand in counting and scoring, but also involved the constant correction, by looks, and frowns, and kicks under the table, of Richard Swiveller, who being bewildered by the rapidity with which his cards were told, and the rate at which the pegs travelled down the board, could not be prevented from sometimes expressing his surprise and incredulity. Mrs Quilp too was the partner of young Trent, and for every look that pa.s.sed between them, and every word they spoke, and every card they played, the dwarf had eyes and ears; not occupied alone with what was pa.s.sing above the table, but with signals that might be exchanging beneath it, which he laid all kinds of traps to detect; besides often treading on his wife"s toes to see whether she cried out or remained silent under the infliction, in which latter case it would have been quite clear that Trent had been treading on her toes before. Yet, in the most of all these distractions, the one eye was upon the old lady always, and if she so much as stealthily advanced a tea-spoon towards a neighbouring gla.s.s (which she often did), for the purpose of abstracting but one sup of its sweet contents, Quilp"s hand would overset it in the very moment of her triumph, and Quilp"s mocking voice implore her to regard her precious health. And in any one of these his many cares, from first to last, Quilp never flagged nor faltered.
At length, when they had played a great many rubbers and drawn pretty freely upon the case-bottle, Mr Quilp warned his lady to retire to rest, and that submissive wife complying, and being followed by her indignant mother, Mr Swiveller fell asleep. The dwarf beckoning his remaining companion to the other end of the room, held a short conference with him in whispers.
"It"s as well not to say more than one can help before our worthy friend," said Quilp, making a grimace towards the slumbering d.i.c.k. "Is it a bargain between us, Fred? Shall he marry little rosy Nell by-and-by?"
"You have some end of your own to answer, of course," returned the other.
"Of course I have, dear Fred," said Quilp, grinning to think how little he suspected what the real end was. "It"s retaliation perhaps; perhaps whim. I have influence, Fred, to help or oppose. Which way shall I use it? There are a pair of scales, and it goes into one."
"Throw it into mine then," said Trent.
"It"s done, Fred," rejoined Quilp, stretching out his clenched hand and opening it as if he had let some weight fall out. "It"s in the scale from this time, and turns it, Fred. Mind that."
"Where have they gone?" asked Trent.
Quilp shook his head, and said that point remained to be discovered, which it might be, easily. When it was, they would begin their preliminary advances. He would visit the old man, or even Richard Swiveller might visit him, and by affecting a deep concern in his behalf, and imploring him to settle in some worthy home, lead to the child"s remembering him with grat.i.tude and favour. Once impressed to this extent, it would be easy, he said, to win her in a year or two, for she supposed the old man to be poor, as it was a part of his jealous policy (in common with many other misers) to feign to be so, to those about him.
"He has feigned it often enough to me, of late," said Trent.
"Oh! and to me too!" replied the dwarf. "Which is more extraordinary, as I know how rich he really is."
"I suppose you should," said Trent.
"I think I should indeed," rejoined the dwarf; and in that, at least, he spoke the truth.