"Well then," said the small servant, nodding; "when I was near the office keyhole--as you see me through, you know--I heard somebody saying that she lived here, and was the lady whose house you lodged at, and that you was took very bad, and wouldn"t n.o.body come and take care of you. Mr Bra.s.s, he says, "It"s no business of mine," he says; and Miss Sally, she says, "He"s a funny chap, but it"s no business of mine;" and the lady went away, and slammed the door to, when she went out, I can tell you. So I run away that night, and come here, and told "em you was my brother, and they believed me, and I"ve been here ever since."
"This poor little Marchioness has been wearing herself to death!" cried d.i.c.k.
"No I haven"t," she returned, "not a bit of it. Don"t you mind about me. I like sitting up, and I"ve often had a sleep, bless you, in one of them chairs. But if you could have seen how you tried to jump out o" winder, and if you could have heard how you used to keep on singing and making speeches, you wouldn"t have believed it--I"m so glad you"re better, Mr Liverer."
"Liverer indeed!" said d.i.c.k thoughtfully. "It"s well I am a liverer.
I strongly suspect I should have died, Marchioness, but for you."
At this point, Mr Swiveller took the small servant"s hand in his again, and being, as we have seen, but poorly, might in struggling to express his thanks have made his eyes as red as hers, but that she quickly changed the theme by making him lie down, and urging him to keep very quiet.
"The doctor," she told him, "said you was to be kept quite still, and there was to be no noise nor nothing. Now, take a rest, and then we"ll talk again. I"ll sit by you, you know. If you shut your eyes, perhaps you"ll go to sleep. You"ll be all the better for it, if you do."
The Marchioness, in saying these words, brought a little table to the bedside, took her seat at it, and began to work away at the concoction of some cooling drink, with the address of a score of chemists.
Richard Swiveller being indeed fatigued, fell into a slumber, and waking in about half an hour, inquired what time it was.
"Just gone half after six," replied his small friend, helping him to sit up again.
"Marchioness," said Richard, pa.s.sing his hand over his forehead and turning suddenly round, as though the subject but that moment flashed upon him, "what has become of Kit?"
He had been sentenced to transportation for a great many years, she said.
"Has he gone?" asked d.i.c.k--"his mother--how is she,--what has become of her?"
His nurse shook her head, and answered that she knew nothing about them. "But, if I thought," said she, very slowly, "that you"d keep quiet, and not put yourself into another fever, I could tell you--but I won"t now."
"Yes, do," said d.i.c.k. "It will amuse me."
"Oh! would it though!" rejoined the small servant, with a horrified look. "I know better than that. Wait till you"re better and then I"ll tell you."
d.i.c.k looked very earnestly at his little friend: and his eyes, being large and hollow from illness, a.s.sisted the expression so much, that she was quite frightened, and besought him not to think any more about it. What had already fallen from her, however, had not only piqued his curiosity, but seriously alarmed him, wherefore he urged her to tell him the worst at once.
"Oh there"s no worst in it," said the small servant. "It hasn"t anything to do with you."
"Has it anything to do with--is it anything you heard through c.h.i.n.ks or keyholes--and that you were not intended to hear?" asked d.i.c.k, in a breathless state.
"Yes," replied the small servant.
"In--in Bevis Marks?" pursued d.i.c.k hastily. "Conversations between Bra.s.s and Sally?"
"Yes," cried the small servant again.
Richard Swiveller thrust his lank arm out of bed, and, gripping her by the wrist and drawing her close to him, bade her out with it, and freely too, or he would not answer for the consequences; being wholly unable to endure the state of excitement and expectation. She, seeing that he was greatly agitated, and that the effects of postponing her revelation might be much more injurious than any that were likely to ensue from its being made at once, promised compliance, on condition that the patient kept himself perfectly quiet, and abstained from starting up or tossing about.
"But if you begin to do that," said the small servant, "I"ll leave off.
And so I tell you."
"You can"t leave off, till you have gone on," said d.i.c.k. "And do go on, there"s a darling. Speak, sister, speak. Pretty Polly say. Oh tell me when, and tell me where, pray Marchioness, I beseech you!"
Unable to resist these fervent adjurations, which Richard Swiveller poured out as pa.s.sionately as if they had been of the most solemn and tremendous nature, his companion spoke thus:
"Well! Before I run away, I used to sleep in the kitchen--where we played cards, you know. Miss Sally used to keep the key of the kitchen door in her pocket, and she always come down at night to take away the candle and rake out the fire. When she had done that, she left me to go to bed in the dark, locked the door on the outside, put the key in her pocket again, and kept me locked up till she come down in the morning--very early I can tell you--and let me out. I was terrible afraid of being kept like this, because if there was a fire, I thought they might forget me and only take care of themselves you know. So, whenever I see an old rusty key anywhere, I picked it up and tried if it would fit the door, and at last I found in the dust cellar a key that did fit it."
Here, Mr Swiveller made a violent demonstration with his legs. But the small servant immediately pausing in her talk, he subsided again, and pleading a momentary forgetfulness of their compact, entreated her to proceed.
"They kept me very short," said the small servant. "Oh! you can"t think how short they kept me! So I used to come out at night after they"d gone to bed, and feel about in the dark for bits of biscuit, or sangwitches that you"d left in the office, or even pieces of orange peel to put into cold water and make believe it was wine. Did you ever taste orange peel and water?"
Mr Swiveller replied that he had never tasted that ardent liquor; and once more urged his friend to resume the thread of her narrative.
"If you make believe very much, it"s quite nice," said the small servant, "but if you don"t, you know, it seems as if it would bear a little more seasoning, certainly. Well, sometimes I used to come out after they"d gone to bed, and sometimes before, you know; and one or two nights before there was all that precious noise in the office--when the young man was took, I mean--I come upstairs while Mr Bra.s.s and Miss Sally was a-sittin" at the office fire; and I tell you the truth, that I come to listen again, about the key of the safe."
Mr Swiveller gathered up his knees so as to make a great cone of the bedclothes, and conveyed into his countenance an expression of the utmost concern. But the small servant pausing, and holding up her finger, the cone gently disappeared, though the look of concern did not.
"There was him and her," said the small servant, "a-sittin" by the fire, and talking softly together. Mr Bra.s.s says to Miss Sally, "Upon my word," he says "it"s a dangerous thing, and it might get us into a world of trouble, and I don"t half like it." She says--you know her way--she says, "You"re the chickenest-hearted, feeblest, faintest man I ever see, and I think," she says, "that I ought to have been the brother, and you the sister. Isn"t Quilp," she says, "our princ.i.p.al support?" "He certainly is," says Mr Bra.s.s, "And an"t we," she says, "constantly ruining somebody or other in the way of business?" "We certainly are," says Mr Bra.s.s. "Then does it signify," she says, "about ruining this Kit when Quilp desires it?" "It certainly does not signify," says Mr Bra.s.s. Then they whispered and laughed for a long time about there being no danger if it was well done, and then Mr Bra.s.s pulls out his pocket-book, and says, "Well," he says, "here it is--Quilp"s own five-pound note. We"ll agree that way, then," he says.
"Kit"s coming to-morrow morning, I know. While he"s up-stairs, you"ll get out of the way, and I"ll clear off Mr Richard. Having Kit alone, I"ll hold him in conversation, and put this property in his hat. I"ll manage so, besides," he says, "that Mr Richard shall find it there, and be the evidence. And if that don"t get Christopher out of Mr Quilp"s way, and satisfy Mr Quilp"s grudges," he says, "the Devil"s in it."
Miss Sally laughed, and said that was the plan, and as they seemed to be moving away, and I was afraid to stop any longer, I went down-stairs again.--There!"
The small servant had gradually worked herself into as much agitation as Mr Swiveller, and therefore made no effort to restrain him when he sat up in bed and hastily demanded whether this story had been told to anybody.
"How could it be?" replied his nurse. "I was almost afraid to think about it, and hoped the young man would be let off. When I heard "em say they had found him guilty of what he didn"t do, you was gone, and so was the lodger--though I think I should have been frightened to tell him, even if he"d been there. Ever since I come here, you"ve been out of your senses, and what would have been the good of telling you then?"
"Marchioness," said Mr Swiveller, plucking off his nightcap and flinging it to the other end of the room; "if you"ll do me the favour to retire for a few minutes and see what sort of a night it is, I"ll get up."
"You mustn"t think of such a thing," cried his nurse.
"I must indeed," said the patient, looking round the room.
"Whereabouts are my clothes?"
"Oh, I"m so glad--you haven"t got any," replied the Marchioness.
"Ma"am!" said Mr Swiveller, in great astonishment.
"I"ve been obliged to sell them, every one, to get the things that was ordered for you. But don"t take on about that," urged the Marchioness, as d.i.c.k fell back upon his pillow. "You"re too weak to stand, indeed."
"I am afraid," said Richard dolefully, "that you"re right. What ought I to do! what is to be done!"
It naturally occurred to him on very little reflection, that the first step to take would be to communicate with one of the Mr Garlands instantly. It was very possible that Mr Abel had not yet left the office. In as little time as it takes to tell it, the small servant had the address in pencil on a piece of paper; a verbal description of father and son, which would enable her to recognise either, without difficulty; and a special caution to be shy of Mr Chuckster, in consequence of that gentleman"s known antipathy to Kit. Armed with these slender powers, she hurried away, commissioned to bring either old Mr Garland or Mr Abel, bodily, to that apartment.
"I suppose," said d.i.c.k, as she closed the door slowly, and peeped into the room again, to make sure that he was comfortable, "I suppose there"s nothing left--not so much as a waistcoat even?"
"No, nothing."
"It"s embarra.s.sing," said Mr Swiveller, "in case of fire--even an umbrella would be something--but you did quite right, dear Marchioness.
I should have died without you!"