The air was "Away with melancholy"--a composition, which, when it is played very slowly on the flute, in bed, with the further disadvantage of being performed by a gentleman but imperfectly acquainted with the instrument, who repeats one note a great many times before he can find the next, has not a lively effect. Yet, for half the night, or more, Mr Swiveller, lying sometimes on his back with his eyes upon the ceiling, and sometimes half out of bed to correct himself by the book, played this unhappy tune over and over again; never leaving off, save for a minute or two at a time to take breath and soliloquise about the Marchioness, and then beginning again with renewed vigour. It was not until he had quite exhausted his several subjects of meditation, and had breathed into the flute the whole sentiment of the purl down to its very dregs, and had nearly maddened the people of the house, and at both the next doors, and over the way--that he shut up the music-book, extinguished the candle, and finding himself greatly lightened and relieved in his mind, turned round and fell asleep.
He awoke in the morning, much refreshed; and having taken half an hour"s exercise at the flute, and graciously received a notice to quit from his landlady, who had been in waiting on the stairs for that purpose since the dawn of day, repaired to Bevis Marks; where the beautiful Sally was already at her post, bearing in her looks a radiance, mild as that which beameth from the virgin moon.
Mr Swiveller acknowledged her presence by a nod, and exchanged his coat for the aquatic jacket; which usually took some time fitting on, for in consequence of a tightness in the sleeves, it was only to be got into by a series of struggles. This difficulty overcome, he took his seat at the desk.
"I say"--quoth Miss Bra.s.s, abruptly breaking silence, "you haven"t seen a silver pencil-case this morning, have you?"
"I didn"t meet many in the street," rejoined Mr Swiveller. "I saw one--a stout pencil-case of respectable appearance--but as he was in company with an elderly penknife, and a young toothpick with whom he was in earnest conversation, I felt a delicacy in speaking to him."
"No, but have you?" returned Miss Bra.s.s. "Seriously, you know."
"What a dull dog you must be to ask me such a question seriously," said Mr Swiveller. "Haven"t I this moment come?"
"Well, all I know is," replied Miss Sally, "that it"s not to be found, and that it disappeared one day this week, when I left it on the desk."
"Halloa!" thought Richard, "I hope the Marchioness hasn"t been at work here."
"There was a knife too," said Miss Sally, "of the same pattern. They were given to me by my father, years ago, and are both gone. You haven"t missed anything yourself, have you?"
Mr Swiveller involuntarily clapped his hands to the jacket to be quite sure that it WAS a jacket and not a skirted coat; and having satisfied himself of the safety of this, his only moveable in Bevis Marks, made answer in the negative.
"It"s a very unpleasant thing, d.i.c.k," said Miss Bra.s.s, pulling out the tin box and refreshing herself with a pinch of snuff; "but between you and me--between friends you know, for if Sammy knew it, I should never hear the last of it--some of the office-money, too, that has been left about, has gone in the same way. In particular, I have missed three half-crowns at three different times."
"You don"t mean that?" cried d.i.c.k. "Be careful what you say, old boy, for this is a serious matter. Are you quite sure? Is there no mistake?"
"It is so, and there can"t be any mistake at all," rejoined Miss Bra.s.s emphatically.
"Then by Jove," thought Richard, laying down his pen, "I am afraid the Marchioness is done for!"
The more he discussed the subject in his thoughts, the more probable it appeared to d.i.c.k that the miserable little servant was the culprit.
When he considered on what a spare allowance of food she lived, how neglected and untaught she was, and how her natural cunning had been sharpened by necessity and privation, he scarcely doubted it. And yet he pitied her so much, and felt so unwilling to have a matter of such gravity disturbing the oddity of their acquaintance, that he thought, and thought truly, that rather than receive fifty pounds down, he would have the Marchioness proved innocent.
While he was plunged in very profound and serious meditation upon this theme, Miss Sally sat shaking her head with an air of great mystery and doubt; when the voice of her brother Sampson, carolling a cheerful strain, was heard in the pa.s.sage, and that gentleman himself, beaming with virtuous smiles, appeared.
"Mr Richard, sir, good morning! Here we are again, sir, entering upon another day, with our bodies strengthened by slumber and breakfast, and our spirits fresh and flowing. Here we are, Mr Richard, rising with the sun to run our little course--our course of duty, sir--and, like him, to get through our day"s work with credit to ourselves and advantage to our fellow-creatures. A charming reflection sir, very charming!"
While he addressed his clerk in these words, Mr Bra.s.s was, somewhat ostentatiously, engaged in minutely examining and holding up against the light a five-pound bank note, which he had brought in, in his hand.
Mr Richard not receiving his remarks with anything like enthusiasm, his employer turned his eyes to his face, and observed that it wore a troubled expression.
"You"re out of spirits, sir," said Bra.s.s. "Mr Richard, sir, we should fall to work cheerfully, and not in a despondent state. It becomes us, Mr Richard, sir, to--"
Here the chaste Sarah heaved a loud sigh.
"Dear me!" said Mr Sampson, "you too! Is anything the matter? Mr Richard, sir--"
d.i.c.k, glancing at Miss Sally, saw that she was making signals to him, to acquaint her brother with the subject of their recent conversation.
As his own position was not a very pleasant one until the matter was set at rest one way or other, he did so; and Miss Bra.s.s, plying her snuff-box at a most wasteful rate, corroborated his account.
The countenance of Sampson fell, and anxiety overspread his features.
Instead of pa.s.sionately bewailing the loss of his money, as Miss Sally had expected, he walked on tiptoe to the door, opened it, looked outside, shut it softly, returned on tiptoe, and said in a whisper,
"This is a most extraordinary and painful circ.u.mstance--Mr Richard, sir, a most painful circ.u.mstance. The fact is, that I myself have missed several small sums from the desk, of late, and have refrained from mentioning it, hoping that accident would discover the offender; but it has not done so--it has not done so. Sally--Mr Richard, sir--this is a particularly distressing affair!"
As Sampson spoke, he laid the bank-note upon the desk among some papers, in an absent manner, and thrust his hands into his pockets.
Richard Swiveller pointed to it, and admonished him to take it up.
"No, Mr Richard, sir," rejoined Bra.s.s with emotion, "I will not take it up. I will let it lie there, sir. To take it up, Mr Richard, sir, would imply a doubt of you; and in you, sir, I have unlimited confidence. We will let it lie there, Sir, if you please, and we will not take it up by any means." With that, Mr Bra.s.s patted him twice or thrice on the shoulder, in a most friendly manner, and entreated him to believe that he had as much faith in his honesty as he had in his own.
Although at another time Mr Swiveller might have looked upon this as a doubtful compliment, he felt it, under the then-existing circ.u.mstances, a great relief to be a.s.sured that he was not wrongfully suspected.
When he had made a suitable reply, Mr Bra.s.s wrung him by the hand, and fell into a brown study, as did Miss Sally likewise. Richard too remained in a thoughtful state; fearing every moment to hear the Marchioness impeached, and unable to resist the conviction that she must be guilty.
When they had severally remained in this condition for some minutes, Miss Sally all at once gave a loud rap upon the desk with her clenched fist, and cried, "I"ve hit it!"--as indeed she had, and chipped a piece out of it too; but that was not her meaning.
"Well," cried Bra.s.s anxiously. "Go on, will you!"
"Why," replied his sister with an air of triumph, "hasn"t there been somebody always coming in and out of this office for the last three or four weeks; hasn"t that somebody been left alone in it sometimes--thanks to you; and do you mean to tell me that that somebody isn"t the thief!"
"What somebody?" bl.u.s.tered Bra.s.s.
"Why, what do you call him--Kit."
"Mr Garland"s young man?"
"To be sure."
"Never!" cried Bra.s.s. "Never. I"ll not hear of it. Don"t tell me"--said Sampson, shaking his head, and working with both his hands as if he were clearing away ten thousand cobwebs. "I"ll never believe it of him. Never!"
"I say," repeated Miss Bra.s.s, taking another pinch of snuff, "that he"s the thief."
"I say," returned Sampson violently, "that he is not. What do you mean? How dare you? Are characters to be whispered away like this?
Do you know that he"s the honestest and faithfullest fellow that ever lived, and that he has an irreproachable good name? Come in, come in!"
These last words were not addressed to Miss Sally, though they partook of the tone in which the indignant remonstrances that preceded them had been uttered. They were addressed to some person who had knocked at the office-door; and they had hardly pa.s.sed the lips of Mr Bra.s.s, when this very Kit himself looked in.
"Is the gentleman up-stairs, sir, if you please?"
"Yes, Kit," said Bra.s.s, still fired with an honest indignation, and frowning with knotted brows upon his sister; "Yes Kit, he is. I am glad to see you Kit, I am rejoiced to see you. Look in again, as you come down-stairs, Kit. That lad a robber!" cried Bra.s.s when he had withdrawn, "with that frank and open countenance! I"d trust him with untold gold. Mr Richard, sir, have the goodness to step directly to Wrasp and Co."s in Broad Street, and inquire if they have had instructions to appear in Carkem and Painter. THAT lad a robber,"
sneered Sampson, flushed and heated with his wrath. "Am I blind, deaf, silly; do I know nothing of human nature when I see it before me? Kit a robber! Bah!"
Flinging this final interjection at Miss Sally with immeasurable scorn and contempt, Sampson Bra.s.s thrust his head into his desk, as if to shut the base world from his view, and breathed defiance from under its half-closed lid.
CHAPTER 59
When Kit, having discharged his errand, came down-stairs from the single gentleman"s apartment after the lapse of a quarter of an hour or so, Mr Sampson Bra.s.s was alone in the office. He was not singing as usual, nor was he seated at his desk. The open door showed him standing before the fire with his back towards it, and looking so very strange that Kit supposed he must have been suddenly taken ill.