Who should present himself but that very Kit who had been the theme of Mr Chuckster"s wrath! Never did man pluck up his courage so quickly, or look so fierce, as Mr Chuckster when he found it was he. Mr Swiveller stared at him for a moment, and then leaping from his stool, and drawing out the poker from its place of concealment, performed the broad-sword exercise with all the cuts and guards complete, in a species of frenzy.
"Is the gentleman at home?" said Kit, rather astonished by this uncommon reception.
Before Mr Swiveller could make any reply, Mr Chuckster took occasion to enter his indignant protest against this form of inquiry; which he held to be of a disrespectful and sn.o.bbish tendency, inasmuch as the inquirer, seeing two gentlemen then and there present, should have spoken of the other gentleman; or rather (for it was not impossible that the object of his search might be of inferior quality) should have mentioned his name, leaving it to his hearers to determine his degree as they thought proper. Mr Chuckster likewise remarked, that he had some reason to believe this form of address was personal to himself, and that he was not a man to be trifled with--as certain sn.o.bs (whom he did not more particularly mention or describe) might find to their cost.
"I mean the gentleman up-stairs," said Kit, turning to Richard Swiveller. "Is he at home?"
"Why?" rejoined d.i.c.k.
"Because if he is, I have a letter for him."
"From whom?" said d.i.c.k.
"From Mr Garland."
"Oh!" said d.i.c.k, with extreme politeness. "Then you may hand it over, Sir. And if you"re to wait for an answer, Sir, you may wait in the pa.s.sage, Sir, which is an airy and well-ventilated apartment, sir."
"Thank you," returned Kit. "But I am to give it to himself, if you please."
The excessive audacity of this retort so overpowered Mr Chuckster, and so moved his tender regard for his friend"s honour, that he declared, if he were not restrained by official considerations, he must certainly have annihilated Kit upon the spot; a resentment of the affront which he did consider, under the extraordinary circ.u.mstances of aggravation attending it, could but have met with the proper sanction and approval of a jury of Englishmen, who, he had no doubt, would have returned a verdict of justifiable Homicide, coupled with a high testimony to the morals and character of the Avenger. Mr Swiveller, without being quite so hot upon the matter, was rather shamed by his friend"s excitement, and not a little puzzled how to act (Kit being quite cool and good-humoured), when the single gentleman was heard to call violently down the stairs.
"Didn"t I see somebody for me, come in?" cried the lodger.
"Yes, Sir," replied d.i.c.k. "Certainly, Sir."
"Then where is he?" roared the single gentleman.
"He"s here, sir," rejoined Mr Swiveller. "Now young man, don"t you hear you"re to go up-stairs? Are you deaf?"
Kit did not appear to think it worth his while to enter into any altercation, but hurried off and left the Glorious Apollos gazing at each other in silence.
"Didn"t I tell you so?" said Mr Chuckster. "What do you think of that?"
Mr Swiveller being in the main a good-natured fellow, and not perceiving in the conduct of Kit any villany of enormous magnitude, scarcely knew what answer to return. He was relieved from his perplexity, however, by the entrance of Mr Sampson and his sister, Sally, at sight of whom Mr Chuckster precipitately retired.
Mr Bra.s.s and his lovely companion appeared to have been holding a consultation over their temperate breakfast, upon some matter of great interest and importance. On the occasion of such conferences, they generally appeared in the office some half an hour after their usual time, and in a very smiling state, as though their late plots and designs had tranquillised their minds and shed a light upon their toilsome way. In the present instance, they seemed particularly gay; Miss Sally"s aspect being of a most oily kind, and Mr Bra.s.s rubbing his hands in an exceedingly jocose and light-hearted manner. "Well, Mr Richard," said Bra.s.s. "How are we this morning? Are we pretty fresh and cheerful sir--eh, Mr Richard?"
"Pretty well, sir," replied d.i.c.k.
"That"s well," said Bra.s.s. "Ha ha! We should be as gay as larks, Mr Richard--why not? It"s a pleasant world we live in sir, a very pleasant world. There are bad people in it, Mr Richard, but if there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers. Ha ha! Any letters by the post this morning, Mr Richard?"
Mr Swiveller answered in the negative.
"Ha!" said Bra.s.s, "no matter. If there"s little business to-day, there"ll be more to-morrow. A contented spirit, Mr Richard, is the sweetness of existence. Anybody been here, sir?"
"Only my friend"--replied d.i.c.k. "May we ne"er want a--"
"Friend," Bra.s.s chimed in quickly, "or a bottle to give him." Ha ha!
That"s the way the song runs, isn"t it? A very good song, Mr Richard, very good. I like the sentiment of it. Ha ha! Your friend"s the young man from Witherden"s office I think--yes--May we ne"er want a-- n.o.body else at all, been, Mr Richard?"
"Only somebody to the lodger," replied Mr Swiveller.
"Oh indeed!" cried Bra.s.s. "Somebody to the lodger eh? Ha ha! May we ne"er want a friend, or a-- Somebody to the lodger, eh, Mr Richard?"
"Yes," said d.i.c.k, a little disconcerted by the excessive buoyancy of spirits which his employer displayed. "With him now."
"With him now!" cried Bra.s.s; "Ha ha! There let "em be, merry and free, toor rul rol le. Eh, Mr Richard? Ha ha!"
"Oh certainly," replied d.i.c.k.
"And who," said Bra.s.s, shuffling among his papers, "who is the lodger"s visitor--not a lady visitor, I hope, eh, Mr Richard? The morals of the Marks you know, sir--"when lovely women stoops to folly"--and all that--eh, Mr Richard?"
"Another young man, who belongs to Witherden"s too, or half belongs there," returned Richard. "Kit, they call him."
"Kit, eh!" said Bra.s.s. "Strange name--name of a dancing-master"s fiddle, eh, Mr Richard? Ha ha! Kit"s there, is he? Oh!"
d.i.c.k looked at Miss Sally, wondering that she didn"t check this uncommon exuberance on the part of Mr Sampson; but as she made no attempt to do so, and rather appeared to exhibit a tacit acquiescence in it, he concluded that they had just been cheating somebody, and receiving the bill.
"Will you have the goodness, Mr Richard," said Bra.s.s, taking a letter from his desk, "just to step over to Peckham Rye with that? There"s no answer, but it"s rather particular and should go by hand. Charge the office with your coach-hire back, you know; don"t spare the office; get as much out of it as you can--clerk"s motto--Eh, Mr Richard? Ha ha!"
Mr Swiveller solemnly doffed the aquatic jacket, put on his coat, took down his hat from its peg, pocketed the letter, and departed. As soon as he was gone, up rose Miss Sally Bra.s.s, and smiling sweetly at her brother (who nodded and smote his nose in return) withdrew also.
Sampson Bra.s.s was no sooner left alone, than he set the office-door wide open, and establishing himself at his desk directly opposite, so that he could not fail to see anybody who came down-stairs and pa.s.sed out at the street door, began to write with extreme cheerfulness and a.s.siduity; humming as he did so, in a voice that was anything but musical, certain vocal s.n.a.t.c.hes which appeared to have reference to the union between Church and State, inasmuch as they were compounded of the Evening Hymn and G.o.d save the King.
Thus, the attorney of Bevis Marks sat, and wrote, and hummed, for a long time, except when he stopped to listen with a very cunning face, and hearing nothing, went on humming louder, and writing slower than ever. At length, in one of these pauses, he heard his lodger"s door opened and shut, and footsteps coming down the stairs. Then, Mr Bra.s.s left off writing entirely, and, with his pen in his hand, hummed his very loudest; shaking his head meanwhile from side to side, like a man whose whole soul was in the music, and smiling in a manner quite seraphic.
It was towards this moving spectacle that the staircase and the sweet sounds guided Kit; on whose arrival before his door, Mr Bra.s.s stopped his singing, but not his smiling, and nodded affably: at the same time beckoning to him with his pen.
"Kit," said Mr Bra.s.s, in the pleasantest way imaginable, "how do you do?"
Kit, being rather shy of his friend, made a suitable reply, and had his hand upon the lock of the street door when Mr Bra.s.s called him softly back.
"You are not to go, if you please, Kit," said the attorney in a mysterious and yet business-like way. "You are to step in here, if you please. Dear me, dear me! When I look at you," said the lawyer, quitting his stool, and standing before the fire with his back towards it, "I am reminded of the sweetest little face that ever my eyes beheld. I remember your coming there, twice or thrice, when we were in possession. Ah Kit, my dear fellow, gentleman in my profession have such painful duties to perform sometimes, that you needn"t envy us--you needn"t indeed!"
"I don"t, sir," said Kit, "though it isn"t for the like of me to judge."
"Our only consolation, Kit," pursued the lawyer, looking at him in a sort of pensive abstraction, "is, that although we cannot turn away the wind, we can soften it; we can temper it, if I may say so, to the shorn lambs."
"Shorn indeed!" thought Kit. "Pretty close!" But he didn"t say SO.
"On that occasion, Kit," said Mr Bra.s.s, "on that occasion that I have just alluded to, I had a hard battle with Mr Quilp (for Mr Quilp is a very hard man) to obtain them the indulgence they had. It might have cost me a client. But suffering virtue inspired me, and I prevailed."
"He"s not so bad after all," thought honest Kit, as the attorney pursed up his lips and looked like a man who was struggling with his better feelings.
"I respect you, Kit," said Bra.s.s with emotion. "I saw enough of your conduct, at that time, to respect you, though your station is humble, and your fortune lowly. It isn"t the waistcoat that I look at. It is the heart. The checks in the waistcoat are but the wires of the cage.
But the heart is the bird. Ah! How many sich birds are perpetually moulting, and putting their beaks through the wires to peck at all mankind!"
This poetic figure, which Kit took to be in a special allusion to his own checked waistcoat, quite overcame him; Mr Bra.s.s"s voice and manner added not a little to its effect, for he discoursed with all the mild austerity of a hermit, and wanted but a cord round the waist of his rusty surtout, and a skull on the chimney-piece, to be completely set up in that line of business.