Mr. Dingwell had at first led Sarah Rumble a frightful life, for she kept the door where the children were peremptorily locked, at which he took umbrage, and put her on fatigue duty, more than trebling her work by his caprices, and requiting her with his ironies and sneers, finding fault with everything, pretending to miss money out of his desk, and every day threatening to invoke Messrs. Levi and Goldshed, and invite an incursion of the police, and showing in his face, his tones--his jeers pointed and envenomed by revenge--that his hatred was active and fiendish.
But Sarah Rumble was resolute. He was not a desirable companion for childhood of either s.e.x, and the battle went on for a considerable time; and poor Sarah in her misery besought Messrs. Levi and Goldshed, with many tears and prayers, that he might depart from her; and Levi looked at Goldshed, and Goldshed at Levi, quite gravely, and Levi winked, and Goldshed nodded, and said, "A bad boy;" and they spoke comfortably, and told her they would support her, but Mr. Dingwell must remain her inmate, but they"d take care he should do her no harm.
Mr. Dingwell had a latch-key, which he at first used sparingly and timidly; with time, however, his courage grew, and he was out more or less every night. She used to hear him go out after the little household was in bed, and sometimes she heard him lock the hall-door, and his step on the stairs when the sky was already gray with the dawn.
And gradually finding company such as he affected out of doors, I suppose, he did not care so much for the seclusion of his fellow-lodgers, and ceased to resent it almost, and made it up with Sarah Rumble.
And one night, having to go up between one and two for a match-box to the lobby, she encountered Mr. Dingwell coming down. She was dumb with terror, for she did not know him, and took him for a burglar, he being somehow totally changed--she was too confused to recollect exactly, only that he had red hair and whiskers, and looked stouter.
She did not know him in the least till he laughed. She was near fainting, and leaned with her shoulder to the corner of the wall; and he said--
"I"ve to put on these; you keep my secret, mind; you may lose me my life, else."
And he took her by the chin, and gave her a kiss, and then a slap on the cheek that seemed to her harder than play, for her ear tingled with it for an hour after, and she uttered a little cry of fright, and he laughed, and glided out of the hall-door, and listened for the tread of a policeman, and peeped slily up and down the court; and then, with his cotton umbrella in his hand, walked quietly down the pa.s.sage and disappeared.
Sarah Rumble feared him all the more for this little rencontre and the shock she had received, for there was a suggestion of something felonious in his disguise. She was, however, a saturnine and silent woman, with few acquaintances, and no fancy for collecting or communicating news. There was a spice of danger, too, in talking of this matter; so she took counsel of the son of Sirach, who says, "If thou hast heard a word, let it die with thee, and, behold, it will not burst thee."
Sarah Rumble kept his secret, and henceforward, at such hours kept close, when in the deep silence of the night she heard the faint creak of his stealthy shoe upon the stair, and avoided him as she would a meeting with a ghost.
Whatever were his amus.e.m.e.nts, Messrs. Goldshed and Levi grumbled savagely at the cost of them. They grumbled because grumbling was a principle of theirs in carrying on their business.
"No matter how it turns out, keep always grumbling to the man who led you into the venture, especially if he has a claim to a share of the profits at the close."
So whenever Mr. Larkin saw Messrs. Goldshed and Levi, he heard mourning and imprecation. The Hebrews shook their heads at the Christian, and chaunted a Jeremiad, in duet, together, and each appealed to the other for the confirmation of the dolorous and bitter truths he uttered. And the iron safe opened its jaws and disgorged the private ledger of the firm, which ponderous and greasy tome was laid on the desk with a pound, and opened at this transaction--the matter of Dingwell, Verney, &c.; and Mr. Levi would run his black nail along the awful items of expenditure that filled column after column.
"Look at that--look here--look, will you?--look, I say: you never sawed an account like that--never--all this here--look--down--and down--and down--and down--"
"Enough to frighten the Bank of England!" boomed Mr. Goldshed.
"Look down thish column," resumed Levi, "and thish, and thish, and thish--there"s nine o" them--and not one stiver on th" other side.
Look, look, look, look, _look_! Daam, it"sh all a quaag, and a quickshand--nothing but shink and shwallow, and give ush more"--and as he spoke Levi was knocking the knuckles of his long lean fingers fiercely upon the empty columns, and eyeing Larkin with a rueful ferocity, as if he had plundered and half-murdered him and his partner, who sat there innocent as the babes in the wood.
Mr. Larkin knew quite well, however, that so far from regretting their investment, they would not have sold their ventures under a very high figure indeed.
"And that beast Dingwell, talking as if he had us all in quod, by ----, and always whimperin", and whinin", and swearin" for more--why you"d say, to listen to his rot, "twas _him_ had _us_ under his knuckle--you would--the lunatic!"
"And may I ask what he wants just at present?" inquired Mr. Larkin.
"What he always wants, and won"t be easy never till he gets it--a walk up the mill, sir, and his head cropped, and six months" solitary, and a touch of corporal now and again. I never saw"d a cove as wanted a teazin" more; that"s what he wants. What he"s looking for, of course, is different, only he shan"t get it, nohow. And I think, looking at that book there, as I showed you this account in--considering what me and the gov"nor here has done--"twould only be fair you should come down with summut, if you goes in for the lottery, with other gentlemen as pays their pool like bricks, and never does modest, by no chance."
"He has pushed that game a little too far," said Mr. Larkin; "I have considered his feelings a great deal too much."
"Yesh, but _we_ have feelinsh. The _Gov"nor_ has feelinsh; I have _feelinsh_. Think what state our feelinsh is in, lookin" at that there account," said Mr. Levi, with much pathos.
Mr. Larkin glanced toward the door, and then toward the window.
"We are quite _alone_?" said he, mildly.
"Yesh, without you have the devil in your pocket, as old Dingwell saysh," answered Levi, sulkily.
"For there are subjects of a painful nature, as you know, gentlemen, connected with this particular case," continued Mr. Larkin.
"Awful painful; but we"ll sta-an" it," said Goldshed, with unctuous humour; "we"ll sta-an" it, but wishes it over quick;" and he winked at Levi.
"Yesh, he wishes it over quick," echoed Levi; "the gov"nor and me, we wishes it over quick."
"And so do I, _most_ a.s.suredly; but we must have a little patience. If deception does lurk here--and you know I warned you I suspected it--we must not prematurely trouble Lord Verney."
"He might throw up the sponge, he might, I _know_," said Levi, with a nod.
"I don"t know what course Lord Verney might think it right in such a case to adopt; I only know that until I am in a position to reduce suspicion to certainty, it would hardly consist with right feeling to torture his mind upon the subject. In the meantime he is--a--growing"----
"Growing warm in his berth," said Goldshed.
"Establishing himself, I should say, in his position. He has been incurring, I need hardly tell you, enormous expense in restoring (I might say _re-building_) the princely mansions of Ware, and of Verney House. He applied much ready money to that object, and has charged the estates with nearly sixty thousand pounds besides." Mr. Larkin lowered his tones reverentially at the mention of so considerable a sum.
"I know Sirachs, did nigh thirty thoushand o" that," said Mr.
Goldshed.
"And that tends to--to--as I may say, _steady_ him in his position; and I may mention, in confidence, gentlemen, that there are other measures on the _tapis_" (he p.r.o.nounced taypis) "which will further and still more decidedly fix him in his position. It would pain us all deeply, gentlemen, that a premature disclosure of my uneasiness should inspire his lordship with a panic in which he might deal ruinously with his own interests, and, in fact, as you say, Mr. Levi, throw up the--the"----
"Sponge," said Levi, reflectively.
"But I may add," said Mr. Larkin, "that I am impatiently watching the moment when it may become my duty to open my suspicions fully to Lord Verney; and that I have reason to know that that moment cannot now be distant."
"Here"s Tomlinshon comin" up, gov"nor," said Mr. Levi, jumping off the table on which he had been sitting, and sweeping the great ledger into his arms, he pitched it into its berth in the safe, and locked it into that awful prison-house.
"I said he would," said Goldshed, with a lazy smile, as he unlocked a door in the lumbering office table at which he sat. "Don"t bring out them overdue renewals; we"ll not want them till next week."
Mr. Tomlinson, a tall, thin man, in faded drab trousers, with a cotton umbrella swinging in his hand, and a long careworn face, came striding up the court.
"You won"t do _that_ for him?" asked Levi.
"No, not to-day," murmured Mr. Goldshed, with a wink. And Mr.
Tomlinson"s timid knock and feeble ring at the door were heard.
And Mr. Larkin put on his well-brushed hat, and pulled on his big lavender gloves, and stood up at his full length, in his black glossy coat, and waistcoat and trowsers of the accustomed hue, and presents the usual lavender-tinted effect, and a bland simper rests on his lank cheeks, and his small pink eyes look their adieux upon Messrs.
Goldshed and Levi, on whom his airs and graces are quite lost; and with his slim silk umbrella between his great finger and thumb, he pa.s.ses loftily by the cotton umbrella of Mr. Tomlinson, and fancies, with a pardonable egotism, that that poor gentleman, whose head is full of his bill-book and renewals, and possible executions, and preparing to deceive a villanous omniscience, and to move the compa.s.sion of Pandemonium--is thinking of _him_, and mistaking him, possibly, for a peer, or for some other type of British aristocracy.
The sight of that unfortunate fellow, Tomlinson, with a wife, and a seedy hat, and children, and a cotton umbrella, whose little business was possibly about to be knocked about his ears, moved a lordly pity in Mr. Larkin"s breast, and suggested contrasts, also, of many kinds, that were calculated to elate his good humour; and as he stepped into the cab, and the driver waited to know "where," he thought he might as well look in upon the recluse of Rosemary Court, and give him, of course with the exquisite tact that was peculiar to him, a hint or two in favour of reason and moderation; for really it _was quite_ true what Mr. Levi had said about the preposterous presumption of a person in Mr. Dingwell"s position affecting the airs of a dictator.
So being in the mood to deliver a lecture, to the residence of that uncomfortable old gentleman he drove, and walked up the flagged pa.s.sage to the flagged court-yard, and knocked at the door, and looked up at the square ceiling of sickly sky, and strode up the narrow stairs after Mrs. Rumble.
"How d"ye do, sir? Your _soul_, particularly, quite well, I trust.
Your spiritual concerns flourishing to-day?" was the greeting of Mr.
Dingwell"s mocking voice.
"Thanks, Mr. Dingwell; I"m very well," answered Mr. Larkin, with a bow which was meant to sober Mr. Dingwell"s mad humour.