"Dear me!" said Quilp. "The last advance was 70, and it went in one night. And so it comes to pa.s.s that I hold every security you could sc.r.a.pe together, and a bill of sale upon the stock and property."
So saying, he nodded, deaf to all entreaties for further loans, and took his leave.
The house was no longer theirs. Mr. Quilp encamped on the premises, and the goods were sold. A day was fixed for their removal.
"Grandfather, let us begone from this place," said little Nell; "let us wander barefoot through the world, rather than linger here."
"We will," answered the old man. "We will travel afoot through the fields and woods, and by the side of rivers and trust ourselves to G.o.d.
Thou and I together, Nell, may be cheerful and happy yet, and learn to forget this time, as if it had never been."
_II.--Messrs. Codlin and Short_
The sun was setting when little Nell and her grandfather, who had been wandering many days, reached the wicket gate of a country churchyard.
Two men were seated in easy att.i.tudes on the gra.s.s by the church--two men of the cla.s.s of itinerant showmen, exhibitors of the freaks of Punch--and they had come there to make needful repairs in the stage arrangements, for one was engaged in binding together a small gallows with thread, while the other was fixing a new black wig upon the head of a puppet.
"Are you going to show "em to-night? Are you?" said the old man.
"That"s the intention, governor, and unless I"m much mistaken, my partner, Tommy Codlin, is a-calculating at this minute what we"ve lost through your coming upon us. Cheer up, Tommy, it can"t be much."
To this Mr. Codlin replied in a surly, grumbling manner, "I don"t care if we haven"t lost a farden, but you"re too free. If you stood in front of the curtain, and see the public"s faces as I do, you"d know human natur" better."
"Ah! it"s been the spoiling of you, Tommy, your taking to that branch,"
rejoined his companion. "When you played the ghost in the reg"lar drama in the fairs, you believed in everything--except ghosts. But now you"re a universal mistruster."
"Never mind," said Mr. Codlin, with the air of a discontented philosopher; "I know better now; p"r"aps I"m sorry for it. Look here, here"s all this Judy"s clothes falling to pieces again."
The child, seeing they were at a loss for a needle and thread, timidly proposed to mend it for them, and even Mr. Codlin had nothing to urge against a proposal so reasonable.
"If you"re wanting a place to stop at," said Short, "I should advise you to take up at the same house with us. That"s it, the long, low, white house there. It"s very cheap."
The public-house was kept by a fat old landlord and landlady, who made no objection to receiving their new guests, but praised Nelly"s beauty, and were at once prepossessed in her behalf.
"We"re going on to the races," said Short next morning to the travellers. "If that"s your way, and you"d like to have us for company, let us go together. If you prefer going alone, only say the word, and we shan"t trouble you."
"We"ll go with you," said the old man. "Nell--with them, with them."
They stopped that night at an ancient roadside inn called the Jolly Sandboys, and supper being in preparation, Nelly and her grandfather had not long taken their seats by the kitchen fire before they fell asleep.
"Who are they?" whispered the landlord.
"No-good, I suppose," said Mr. Codlin.
"They"re no harm," said Short, "depend upon that. It"s very plain, besides, that they"re not used to this way of life. Don"t tell me that handsome child has been in the habit of prowling about as she"s done these last two or three days. I know better. The old man ain"t in his right mind. Haven"t you noticed how anxious he is always to get on--furder away--furder away? Mind what I say, he has given his friends the slip, and persuaded this delicate young creatur all along of her fondness for him to be his guide--where to, he knows no more than the man in the moon. I"m not a-going to stand that!"
"You"re not a-going to stand that!" cried Mr. Codlin, glancing at the clock, and counting the minutes to supper time.
"I," repeated Short, emphatically and slowly, "am not a-going to stand it. I am not a-going to see this fair young child a-falling into bad hands. Therefore, when they develop an intention of parting company from us, I shall take measures for detaining of "em, and restoring "em to their friends, who, I dare say, have had their disconsolation pasted up on every wall in London by this time."
"Short," said Mr. Codlin, looking up with eager eyes, "it"s possible there may be uncommon good sense in what you"ve said. If there should be a reward, Short, remember that we"re partners in everything!"
Before Nell retired to rest in her poor garret she was a little startled by the appearance of Mr. Thomas Codlin at her door.
"Nothing"s the matter, my dear; only I"m your friend. Perhaps you haven"t thought so, but it"s me that"s your friend--not him. I"m the real, open-hearted man. Short"s very well, and seems kind, but he overdoes it. Now, I don"t."
The child was puzzled, and could not tell what to say.
"Take my advice; as long as you travel with us, keep as near me as you can. Recollect the friend. Codlin"s the friend, not Short. Short"s very well as far as he goes, but the real friend is Codlin--not Short."
_III.--Jarley"s Waxwork_
Codlin and Short stuck so close to Nell and her grandfather that the child grew frightened, especially at the unwonted attentions of Mr.
Thomas Codlin. The bustle of the racecourse enabled them to escape, and once more the travellers were alone.
It was a few days later when, as the afternoon was wearing away, they came upon a caravan drawn up by the roadside. It was a smart little house upon wheels, not a gipsy caravan, for at the open door sat a Christian lady, stout and comfortable, taking her tea upon a drum covered with a white napkin.
"Hey!" cried the lady of the caravan, seeing the old man and the child walking slowly by. "Yes, to be sure I saw you there with my own eyes!
And very sorry I was to see you in company with a Punch; a low, practical, wulgar wretch that people should scorn to look at."
"I was not there by choice," returned the child. "We don"t know our way, and the two men were very kind to us, and let us travel with them. Do you know them, ma"am?"
"Know "em, child! Know _them_! But you"re young and inexperienced. Do I look as if I knowed "em? Does the caravan look as if _it_ knowed "em?"
"No, ma"am, no. I beg your pardon."
It was granted immediately. And then the lady of the caravan, finding the travellers were hungry, handed them a tea-tray with bread-and-b.u.t.ter and a knuckle of ham; and finding they were tired, took them into the caravan, which was bound for the nearest town, some eight miles off.
As the caravan moved slowly along, its owner began to talk to Nell, and presently pulled out a large roll of canvas. "There child," she said, "read that!"
Nell read aloud the inscription, "Jarley"s Waxwork."
"That"s me," said the lady complacently.
"I never saw any waxwork, ma"am," said Nell. "Is it funnier than Punch?"
"Funnier!" said Mrs. Jarley, in a shrill voice. "It is not funny at all.
It"s calm and--what"s that word again--critical? No--cla.s.sical, that"s it--it"s calm and cla.s.sical."
In the course of the journey Mrs. Jarley was so taken with the child that she proposed to engage her, and as Nell would not be separated from her grandfather, he was included in the agreement.
"What I want your granddaughter for," said Mrs. Jarley, "is to point "em out to the company, for she has a way with her that people wouldn"t think unpleasant. It"s not a common offer, bear in mind; it"s Jarley"s Waxwork. The duty"s very light and genteel, the exhibition takes place in a.s.sembly rooms or town halls. There is none of your open-air wagrancy at Jarley"s, remember. And the price of admission is only sixpence."
"We are very much obliged to you, ma"am," said Nell, speaking for her grandfather, "and thankfully accept your offer."