Nor did he, so far as the child could learn; but was her quiet companion in all her walks and musings, and never again adverted to the theme, which he felt had given her pain, although he was unconscious of its cause. Something of distrust lingered about him still; for he would often come, even in the dark evenings, and call in a timid voice outside the door to know if she were safe within; and being answered yes, and bade to enter, would take his station on a low stool at her feet, and sit there patiently until they came to seek, and take him home. Sure as the morning came, it found him lingering near the house to ask if she were well; and, morning, noon, or night, go where she would, he would forsake his playmates and his sports to bear her company.
"And a good little friend he is, too," said the old s.e.xton to her once.
"When his elder brother died--elder seems a strange word, for he was only seven years old--I remember this one took it sorely to heart."
The child thought of what the schoolmaster had told her, and felt how its truth was shadowed out even in this infant.
"It has given him something of a quiet way, I think," said the old man, "though for that he is merry enough at times. I"d wager now that you and he have been listening by the old well."
"Indeed we have not," the child replied. "I have been afraid to go near it; for I am not often down in that part of the church, and do not know the ground."
"Come down with me," said the old man. "I have known it from a boy.
Come!"
They descended the narrow steps which led into the crypt, and paused among the gloomy arches, in a dim and murky spot.
"This is the place," said the old man. "Give me your hand while you throw back the cover, lest you should stumble and fall in. I am too old--I mean rheumatic--to stoop, myself."
"A black and dreadful place!" exclaimed the child.
"Look in," said the old man, pointing downward with his finger.
The child complied, and gazed down into the pit.
"It looks like a grave itself," said the old man.
"It does," replied the child.
"I have often had the fancy," said the s.e.xton, "that it might have been dug at first to make the old place more gloomy, and the old monks more religious. It"s to be closed up, and built over."
The child still stood, looking thoughtfully into the vault.
"We shall see," said the s.e.xton, "on what gay heads other earth will have closed, when the light is shut out from here. G.o.d knows! They"ll close it up, next spring."
"The birds sing again in spring," thought the child, as she leaned at her cas.e.m.e.nt window, and gazed at the declining sun. "Spring! a beautiful and happy time!"
CHAPTER 56
A day or two after the Quilp tea-party at the Wilderness, Mr Swiveller walked into Sampson Bra.s.s"s office at the usual hour, and being alone in that Temple of Probity, placed his hat upon the desk, and taking from his pocket a small parcel of black c.r.a.pe, applied himself to folding and pinning the same upon it, after the manner of a hatband.
Having completed the construction of this appendage, he surveyed his work with great complacency, and put his hat on again--very much over one eye, to increase the mournfulness of the effect. These arrangements perfected to his entire satisfaction, he thrust his hands into his pockets, and walked up and down the office with measured steps.
"It has always been the same with me," said Mr Swiveller, "always.
"Twas ever thus--from childhood"s hour I"ve seen my fondest hopes decay, I never loved a tree or flower but "twas the first to fade away; I never nursed a dear Gazelle, to glad me with its soft black eye, but when it came to know me well, and love me, it was sure to marry a market-gardener."
Overpowered by these reflections, Mr Swiveller stopped short at the clients" chair, and flung himself into its open arms.
"And this," said Mr Swiveller, with a kind of bantering composure, "is life, I believe. Oh, certainly. Why not! I"m quite satisfied. I shall wear," added Richard, taking off his hat again and looking hard at it, as if he were only deterred by pecuniary considerations from spurning it with his foot, "I shall wear this emblem of woman"s perfidy, in remembrance of her with whom I shall never again thread the windings of the mazy; whom I shall never more pledge in the rosy; who, during the short remainder of my existence, will murder the balmy. Ha, ha, ha!"
It may be necessary to observe, lest there should appear any incongruity in the close of this soliloquy, that Mr Swiveller did not wind up with a cheerful hilarious laugh, which would have been undoubtedly at variance with his solemn reflections, but that, being in a theatrical mood, he merely achieved that performance which is designated in melodramas "laughing like a fiend,"--for it seems that your fiends always laugh in syllables, and always in three syllables, never more nor less, which is a remarkable property in such gentry, and one worthy of remembrance.
The baleful sounds had hardly died away, and Mr Swiveller was still sitting in a very grim state in the clients" chair, when there came a ring--or, if we may adapt the sound to his then humour, a knell--at the office bell. Opening the door with all speed, he beheld the expressive countenance of Mr Chuckster, between whom and himself a fraternal greeting ensued.
"You"re devilish early at this pestiferous old slaughter-house," said that gentleman, poising himself on one leg, and shaking the other in an easy manner.
"Rather," returned d.i.c.k.
"Rather!" retorted Mr Chuckster, with that air of graceful trifling which so well became him. "I should think so. Why, my good feller, do you know what o"clock it is--half-past nine a.m. in the morning?"
"Won"t you come in?" said d.i.c.k. "All alone. Swiveller solus. "Tis now the witching--"
""Hour of night!""
""When churchyards yawn,""
""And graves give up their dead.""
At the end of this quotation in dialogue, each gentleman struck an att.i.tude, and immediately subsiding into prose walked into the office.
Such morsels of enthusiasm are common among the Glorious Apollos, and were indeed the links that bound them together, and raised them above the cold dull earth.
"Well, and how are you my buck?" said Mr Chuckster, taking a stool. "I was forced to come into the City upon some little private matters of my own, and couldn"t pa.s.s the corner of the street without looking in, but upon my soul I didn"t expect to find you. It is so everlastingly early."
Mr Swiveller expressed his acknowledgments; and it appearing on further conversation that he was in good health, and that Mr Chuckster was in the like enviable condition, both gentlemen, in compliance with a solemn custom of the ancient Brotherhood to which they belonged, joined in a fragment of the popular duet of "All"s Well," with a long shake"
at the end.
"And what"s the news?" said Richard.
"The town"s as flat, my dear feller," replied Mr Chuckster, "as the surface of a Dutch oven. There"s no news. By-the-bye, that lodger of yours is a most extraordinary person. He quite eludes the most vigorous comprehension, you know. Never was such a feller!"
"What has he been doing now?" said d.i.c.k.
"By Jove, Sir," returned Mr Chuckster, taking out an oblong snuff-box, the lid whereof was ornamented with a fox"s head curiously carved in bra.s.s, "that man is an unfathomable. Sir, that man has made friends with our articled clerk. There"s no harm in him, but he is so amazingly slow and soft. Now, if he wanted a friend, why couldn"t he have one that knew a thing or two, and could do him some good by his manners and conversation. I have my faults, sir," said Mr Chuckster--
"No, no," interposed Mr Swiveller.
"Oh yes I have, I have my faults, no man knows his faults better than I know mine. But," said Mr Chuckster, "I"m not meek. My worst enemies--every man has his enemies, Sir, and I have mine--never accused me of being meek. And I tell you what, Sir, if I hadn"t more of these qualities that commonly endear man to man, than our articled clerk has, I"d steal a Cheshire cheese, tie it round my neck, and drown myself. I"d die degraded, as I had lived. I would upon my honour."
Mr Chuckster paused, rapped the fox"s head exactly on the nose with the knuckle of the fore-finger, took a pinch of snuff, and looked steadily at Mr Swiveller, as much as to say that if he thought he was going to sneeze, he would find himself mistaken.
"Not contented, Sir," said Mr Chuckster, "with making friends with Abel, he has cultivated the acquaintance of his father and mother.
Since he came home from that wild-goose chase, he has been there-- actually been there. He patronises young Sn.o.bby besides; you"ll find, Sir, that he"ll be constantly coming backwards and forwards to this place: yet I don"t suppose that beyond the common forms of civility, he has ever exchanged half-a-dozen words with me. Now, upon my soul, you know," said Mr Chuckster, shaking his head gravely, as men are wont to do when they consider things are going a little too far, "this is altogether such a low-minded affair, that if I didn"t feel for the governor, and know that he could never get on without me, I should be obliged to cut the connection. I should have no alternative."
Mr Swiveller, who sat on another stool opposite to his friend, stirred the fire in an excess of sympathy, but said nothing.
"As to young Sn.o.b, sir," pursued Mr Chuckster with a prophetic look, "you"ll find he"ll turn out bad. In our profession we know something of human nature, and take my word for it, that the feller that came back to work out that shilling, will show himself one of these days in his true colours. He"s a low thief, sir. He must be."
Mr Chuckster being roused, would probably have pursued this subject further, and in more emphatic language, but for a tap at the door, which seeming to announce the arrival of somebody on business, caused him to a.s.sume a greater appearance of meekness than was perhaps quite consistent with his late declaration. Mr Swiveller, hearing the same sound, caused his stool to revolve rapidly on one leg until it brought him to his desk, into which, having forgotten in the sudden flurry of his spirits to part with the poker, he thrust it as he cried "Come in!"