In a certain quiet and sequestered2 nook of the retired3 village of London — perhaps in the neighbourhood of Berkeley Square, or at any rate somewhere near Burlington Gardens — there was once a house of entertainment called the “Bootjack Hotel.” Mr. Crump, the landlord, had, in the outset of life, performed the duties of Boots in some inn even more frequented than his own, and, far from being ashamed of his origin, as many persons are in the days of their prosperity, had thus solemnly recorded it over the hospitable6 gate of his hotel.
Crump married Miss Budge7, so well known to the admirers of the festive8 dance on the other side of the water as Miss Delancy; and they had one daughter, named Morgiana, after that celebrated9 part in the “Forty Thieves” which Miss Budge performed with unbounded applause both at the “Surrey” and “The Wells.” Mrs. Crump sat in a little bar, profusely10 ornamented11 with pictures of the dancers of all ages, from Hillisberg, Rose, Parisot, who plied13 the light fantastic toe in 1805, down to the Sylphides of our day. There was in the collection a charming portrait of herself, done by De Wilde; she was in the dress of Morgiana, and in the act of pouring, to very slow music, a quantity of boiling oil into one of the forty jars. In this sanctuary14 she sat, with black eyes, black hair, a purple face and a turban, and morning, noon, or night, as you went into the parlour of the hotel, there was Mrs. Crump taking tea (with a little something in it), looking at the fashions, or reading Cumberland’s “British Theatre.” The Sunday Times was her paper, for she voted the Dispatch, that journal which is taken in by most ladies of her profession, to be vulgar and Radical15, and loved the theatrical16 gossip in which the other mentioned journal abounds17.
The fact is, that the “Royal Bootjack,” though a humble18, was a very genteel house; and a very little persuasion19 would induce Mr. Crump, as he looked at his own door in the sun, to tell you that he had himself once drawn20 off with that very bootjack the top-boots of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales and the first gentleman in Europe. While, then, the houses of entertainment in the neighbourhood were loud in their pretended Liberal politics, the “Bootjack” stuck to the good old Conservative line, and was only frequented by such persons as were of that way of thinking. There were two parlours, much accustomed, one for the gentlemen of the shoulder-knot, who came from the houses of their employers hard by; another for some “gents who used the ’ouse,” as Mrs. Crump would say (Heaven bless her!) in her simple Cockniac dialect, and who formed a little club there.
I forgot to say that while Mrs. C. was sipping21 her eternal tea or washing up her endless blue china, you might often hear Miss Morgiana employed at the little red-silk cottage piano, singing, “Come where the haspens quiver,” or “Bonny lad, march over hill and furrow,” or “My art and lute,” or any other popular piece of the day. And the dear girl sang with very considerable skill, too, for she had a fine loud voice, which, if not always in tune22, made up for that defect by its great energy and activity; and Morgiana was not content with singing the mere23 tune, but gave every one of the roulades, flourishes, and ornaments24 as she heard them at the theatres by Mrs. Humby, Mrs. Waylett, or Madame Vestris. The girl had a fine black eye like her mamma, a grand enthusiasm for the stage, as every actor’s child will have, and, if the truth must be known, had appeared many and many a time at the theatre in Catherine Street, in minor25 parts first, and then in Little Pickle26, in Desdemona, in Rosina, and in Miss Foote’s part where she used to dance: I have not the name to my hand, but think it is Davidson. Four times in the week, at least, her mother and she used to sail off at night to some place of public amusement, for Mrs. Crump had a mysterious acquaintance with all sorts of theatrical personages; and the gates of her old haunt “The Wells,” of the “Cobourg” (by the kind permission of Mrs. Davidge), nay27, of the “Lane” and the “Market” themselves, flew open before her “Open sesame,” as the robbers’ door did to her colleague, Ali Baba (Hornbuckle), in the operatic piece in which she was so famous.
Beer was Mr. Crump’s beverage29, diversified30 by a little gin, in the evenings; and little need be said of this gentleman, except that he discharged his duties honourably31, and filled the president’s chair at the club as completely as it could possibly be filled; for he could not even sit in it in his greatcoat, so accurately32 was the seat adapted to him. His wife and daughter, perhaps, thought somewhat slightingly of him, for he had no literary tastes, and had never been at a theatre since he took his bride from one. He was valet to Lord Slapper at the time, and certain it is that his lordship set him up in the “Bootjack,” and that stories HAD been told. But what are such to you or me? Let bygones be bygones; Mrs. Crump was quite as honest as her neighbours, and Miss had five hundred pounds to be paid down on the day of her wedding.
Those who know the habits of the British tradesman are aware that he has gregarious33 propensities34 like any lord in the land; that he loves a joke, that he is not averse35 to a glass; that after the day’s toil36 he is happy to consort37 with men of his degree; and that as society is not so far advanced among us as to allow him to enjoy the comforts of splendid club-houses, which are open to many persons with not a tenth part of his pecuniary38 means, he meets his friends in the cosy39 tavern40 parlour, where a neat sanded floor, a large Windsor chair, and a glass of hot something and water, make him as happy as any of the clubmen in their magnificent saloons.
At the “Bootjack” was, as we have said, a very genteel and select society, called the “Kidney Club,” from the fact that on Saturday evenings a little graceful41 supper of broiled42 kidneys was usually discussed by the members of the club. Saturday was their grand night; not but that they met on all other nights in the week when inclined for festivity: and indeed some of them could not come on Saturdays in the summer having elegant villas43 in the suburbs, where they passed the six-and-thirty hours of recreation that are happily to be found at the end of every week.
There was Mr. Balls, the great grocer of South Audley Street, a warm man, who, they say, had his twenty thousand pounds; Jack4 Snaffle, of the mews hard by, a capital fellow for a song; Clinker, the ironmonger: all married gentlemen, and in the best line of business; Tressle, the undertaker, etc. No liveries were admitted into the room, as may be imagined, but one or two select butlers and major-domos joined the circle; for the persons composing it knew very well how important it was to be on good terms with these gentlemen and many a time my lord’s account would never have been paid, and my lady’s large order never have been given, but for the conversation which took place at the “Bootjack,” and the friendly intercourse44 subsisting45 between all the members of the society.
The tiptop men of the society were two bachelors, and two as fashionable tradesmen as any in the town: Mr. Woolsey, from Stultz’s, of the famous house of Linsey, Woolsey and Co. of Conduit Street, Tailors; and Mr. Eglantine, the celebrated perruquier and perfumer of Bond Street, whose soaps, razors, and patent ventilating scalps are know throughout Europe. Linsey, the senior partner of the tailors’ firm had his handsome mansion46 in Regent’s Park, drove his buggy, and did little more than lend his name to the house. Woolsey lived in it, was the working man of the firm, and it was said that his cut was as magnificent as that of any man in the profession. Woolsey and Eglantine were rivals in many ways — rivals in fashion, rivals in wit, and, above all, rivals for the hand of an amiable47 young lady whom we have already mentioned, the dark-eyed songstress Morgiana Crump. They were both desperately48 in love with her, that was the truth; and each, in the absence of the other, abused his rival heartily49. Of the hairdresser Woolsey said, that as for Eglantine being his real name, it was all his (Mr. Woolsey’s) eye; that he was in the hands of the Jews, and his stock and grand shop eaten up by usury50. And with regard to Woolsey, Eglantine remarked, that his pretence51 of being descended52 from the Cardinal53 was all nonsense; that he was a partner, certainly, in the firm, but had only a sixteenth share; and that the firm could never get their moneys in, and had an immense number of bad debts in their books. As is usual, there was a great deal of truth and a great deal of malice54 in these tales; however, the gentlemen were, take them all in all, in a very fashionable way of business, and had their claims to Miss Morgiana’s hand backed by the parents. Mr. Crump was a partisan55 of the tailor; while Mrs. C. was a strong advocate for the claims of the enticing56 perfumer.
Now, it was a curious fact, that these two gentlemen were each in need of the other’s services — Woolsey being afflicted57 with premature58 baldness, or some other necessity for a wig59 still more fatal — Eglantine being a very fat man, who required much art to make his figure at all decent. He wore a brown frock-coat and frogs, and attempted by all sorts of contrivances to hide his obesity60; but Woolsey’s remark, that, dress as he would, he would always look like a snob61, and that there was only one man in England who could make a gentleman of him, went to the perfumer’s soul; and if there was one thing on earth he longed for (not including the hand of Miss Crump) it was to have a coat from Linsey’s, in which costume he was sure that Morgiana would not resist him.
If Eglantine was uneasy about the coat, on the other hand he attacked Woolsey atrociously on the score of his wig; for though the latter went to the best makers62, he never could get a peruke to sit naturally upon him and the unhappy epithet63 of Mr. Wiggins, applied64 to him on one occasion by the barber, stuck to him ever after in the club, and made him writhe65 when it was uttered. Each man would have quitted the “Kidneys” in disgust long since, but for the other — for each had an attraction in the place, and dared not leave the field in possession of his rival.
To do Miss Morgiana justice, it must be said, that she did not encourage one more than another; but as far as accepting eau-de-Cologne and hair-combs from the perfumer — some opera tickets, a treat to Greenwich, and a piece of real Genoa velvet66 for a bonnet67 (it had originally been intended for a waistcoat), from the admiring tailor, she had been equally kind to each, and in return had made each a present of a lock of her beautiful glossy68 hair. It was all she had to give, poor girl! and what could she do but gratify her admirers by this cheap and artless testimony69 of her regard? A pretty scene and quarrel took place between the rivals on the day when they discovered that each was in possession of one of Morgiana’s ringlets.
Such, then, were the owners and inmates70 of the little “Bootjack,” from whom and which, as this chapter is exceedingly discursive71 and descriptive, we must separate the reader for a while, and carry him — it is only into Bond Street, so no gentleman need be afraid — carry him into Bond Street, where some other personages are awaiting his consideration.
Not far from Mr. Eglantine’s shop in Bond Street, stand, as is very well known, the Windsor Chambers72. The West Diddlesex Association (Western Branch), the British and Foreign Soap Company, the celebrated attorneys Kite and Levison, have their respective offices here; and as the names of the other inhabitants of the chambers are not only painted on the walls, but also registered in Mr. Boyle’s “Court Guide,” it is quite unnecessary that they should be repeated here. Among them, on the entresol (between the splendid saloons of the Soap Company on the first floor, with their statue of Britannia presenting a packet of the soap to Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, and the West Diddlesex Western Branch on the basement)- -lives a gentleman by the name of Mr. Howard Walker. The brass73 plate on the door of that gentleman’s chambers had the word “Agency” inscribed74 beneath his name; and we are therefore at liberty to imagine that he followed that mysterious occupation. In person Mr. Walker was very genteel; he had large whiskers, dark eyes (with a slight cast in them), a cane75, and a velvet waistcoat. He was a member of a club; had an admission to the opera, and knew every face behind the scenes; and was in the habit of using a number of French phrases in his conversation, having picked up a smattering of that language during a residence “on the Continent;” in fact, he had found it very convenient at various times of his life to dwell in the city of Boulogne, where he acquired a knowledge of smoking, ecarte, and billiards76, which was afterwards of great service to him. He knew all the best tables in town, and the marker at Hunt’s could only give him ten. He had some fashionable acquaintances too, and you might see him walking arm-inarm with such gentlemen as my Lord Vauxhall, the Marquess of Billingsgate, or Captain Buff; and at the same time nodding to young Moses, the dandy bailiff; or Loder, the gambling77-house keeper; or Aminadab, the cigar-seller in the Quadrant. Sometimes he wore a pair of moustaches, and was called Captain Walker; grounding his claim to that title upon the fact of having once held a commission in the service of Her Majesty78 the Queen of Portugal. It scarcely need be said that he had been through the Insolvent79 Court many times. But to those who did not know his history intimately there was some difficulty in identifying him with the individual who had so taken the benefit of the law, inasmuch as in his schedule his name appeared as Hooker Walker, wine-merchant, commission-agent, music-seller, or what not. The fact is, that though he preferred to call himself Howard, Hooker was his Christian80 name, and it had been bestowed81 on him by his worthy82 old father, who was a clergyman, and had intended his son for that profession. But as the old gentleman died in York gaol83, where he was a prisoner for debt, he was never able to put his pious84 intentions with regard to his son into execution; and the young fellow (as he was wont85 with many oaths to assert) was thrown on his own resources, and became a man of the world at a very early age.
What Mr. Howard Walker’s age was at the time of the commencement of this history, and, indeed, for an indefinite period before or afterwards, it is impossible to determine. If he were eight-and-twenty, as he asserted himself, Time had dealt hardly with him: his hair was thin, there were many crows’-feet about his eyes, and other signs in his countenance86 of the progress of decay. If, on the contrary, he were forty, as Sam Snaffle declared, who himself had misfortunes in early life, and vowed87 he knew Mr. Walker in Whitecross Street Prison in 1820, he was a very young-looking person considering his age. His figure was active and slim, his leg neat, and he had not in his whiskers a single white hair.
It must, however, be owned that he used Mr. Eglantine’s Regenerative Unction (which will make your whiskers as black as your boot), and, in fact, he was a pretty constant visitor at that gentleman’s emporium; dealing88 with him largely for soaps and articles of perfumery, which he had at an exceedingly low rate. Indeed, he was never known to pay Mr. Eglantine one single shilling for those objects of luxury, and, having them on such moderate terms, was enabled to indulge in them pretty copiously89. Thus Mr. Walker was almost as great a nosegay as Mr. Eglantine himself: his handkerchief was scented90 with verbena, his hair with jessamine, and his coat had usually a fine perfume of cigars, which rendered his presence in a small room almost instantaneously remarkable91. I have described Mr. Walker thus accurately, because, in truth, it is more with characters than with astounding92 events that this little history deals, and Mr. Walker is one of the principal of our dramatis personae.
And so, having introduced Mr. W., we will walk over with him to Mr. Eglantine’s emporium, where that gentleman is in waiting, too, to have his likeness93 taken.
There is about an acre of plate glass under the Royal arms on Mr. Eglantine’s shop-window; and at night, when the gas is lighted, and the washballs are illuminated94, and the lambent flame plays fitfully over numberless bottles of vari-coloured perfumes — now flashes on a case of razors, and now lightens up a crystal vase, containing a hundred thousand of his patent tooth-brushes — the effect of the sight may be imagined. You don’t suppose that he is a creature who has those odious95, simpering wax figures in his window, that are called by the vulgar dummies96? He is above such a wretched artifice97; and it is my belief that he would as soon have his own head chopped off, and placed as a trunkless decoration to his shop-window, as allow a dummy98 to figure there. On one pane99 you read in elegant gold letters “Eglantinia”—’tis his essence for the handkerchief; on the other is written “Regenerative Unction”—’tis his invaluable100 pomatum for the hair.
There is no doubt about it: Eglantine’s knowledge of his profession amounts to genius. He sells a cake of soap for seven shillings, for which another man would not get a shilling, and his tooth-brushes go off like wildfire at half-a-guinea apiece. If he has to administer rouge101 or pearl-powder to ladies, he does it with a mystery and fascination102 which there is no resisting, and the ladies believe there are no cosmetics103 like his. He gives his wares104 unheard-of names, and obtains for them sums equally prodigious105. He CAN dress hair — that is a fact — as few men in this age can; and has been known to take twenty pounds in a single night from as many of the first ladies of England when ringlets were in fashion. The introduction of bands, he says, made a difference of two thousand pounds a year in his income; and if there is one thing in the world he hates and despises, it is a Madonna. “I’m not,” says he, “a tradesman — I’m a HARTIST” (Mr. Eglantine was born in London)—“I’m a hartist; and show me a fine ‘ead of air, and I’ll dress it for nothink.” He vows106 that it was his way of dressing107 Mademoiselle Sontag’s hair, that caused the count her husband to fall in love with her; and he has a lock of it in a brooch, and says it was the finest head he ever saw, except one, and that was Morgiana Crump’s.
With his genius and his position in the profession, how comes it, then, that Mr. Eglantine was not a man of fortune, as many a less clever has been? If the truth must be told, he loved pleasure, and was in the hands of the Jews. He had been in business twenty years: he had borrowed a thousand pounds to purchase his stock and shop; and he calculated that he had paid upwards108 of twenty thousand pounds for the use of the one thousand, which was still as much due as on the first day when he entered business. He could show that he had received a thousand dozen of champagne109 from the disinterested110 money-dealers with whom he usually negotiated his paper. He had pictures all over his “studios,” which had been purchased in the same bargains. If he sold his goods at an enormous price, he paid for them at a rate almost equally exorbitant111. There was not an article in his shop but came to him through his Israelite providers; and in the very front shop itself sat a gentleman who was the nominee112 of one of them, and who was called Mr. Mossrose. He was there to superintend the cash account, and to see that certain instalments were paid to his principals, according to certain agreements entered into between Mr. Eglantine and them.
Having that sort of opinion of Mr. Mossrose which Damocles may have had of the sword which hung over his head, of course Mr. Eglantine hated his foreman profoundly. “HE an artist,” would the former gentleman exclaim; “why, he’s only a disguised bailiff! Mossrose indeed! The chap’s name’s Amos, and he sold oranges before he came here.” Mr. Mossrose, on his side, utterly113 despised Mr. Eglantine, and looked forward to the day when he would become the proprietor114 of the shop, and take Eglantine for a foreman; and then it would HIS turn to sneer115 and bully116, and ride the high horse.
Thus it will be seen that there was a skeleton in the great perfumer’s house, as the saying is: a worm in his heart’s core, and though to all appearance prosperous, he was really in an awkward position.
What Mr. Eglantine’s relations were with Mr. Walker may be imagined from the following dialogue which took place between the two gentlemen at five o’clock one summer’s afternoon, when Mr. Walker, issuing from his chambers, came across to the perfumer’s shop:—
“Is Eglantine at home, Mr. Mossrose?” said Walker to the foreman, who sat in the front shop.
“Don’t know — go and look” (meaning go and be hanged); for Mossrose also hated Mr. Walker.
“If you’re uncivil I’ll break your bones, Mr. AMOS,” says Mr. Walker, sternly.
“I should like to see you try, Mr. HOOKER Walker,” replies the undaunted shopman; on which the Captain, looking several tremendous canings at him, walked into the back room or “studio.”
“How are you, Tiny my buck28?” says the Captain. “Much doing?”
“Not a soul in town. I ‘aven’t touched the hirons all day,” replied Mr. Eglantine, in rather a desponding way.
“Well, just get them ready now, and give my whiskers a turn. I’m going to dine with Billingsgate and some out-and-out fellows at the ‘Regent,’ and so, my lad, just do your best.”
“I can’t,” says Mr. Eglantine. “I expect ladies, Captain, every minute.”
“Very good; I don’t want to trouble such a great man, I’m sure. Good-bye, and let me hear from you THIS DAY WEEK, Mr. Eglantine.” “This day week” meant that at seven days from that time a certain bill accepted by Mr. Eglantine would be due, and presented for payment.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, Captain — do sit down. I’ll curl you in one minute. And, I say, won’t the party renew?”
“Impossible — it’s the third renewal117.”
“But I’ll make the thing handsome to you; — indeed I will.”
“How much?”
“Will ten pounds do the business?”
“What! offer my principal ten pounds? Are you mad, Eglantine? — A little more of the iron to the left whisker.”
“No, I meant for commission.”
“Well, I’ll see if that will do. The party I deal with, Eglantine, has power, I know, and can defer118 the matter no doubt. As for me, you know, I’VE nothing to do in the affair, and only act as a friend between you and him. I give you my honour and soul, I do.”
“I know you do, my dear sir.” The last two speeches were lies. The perfumer knew perfectly119 well that Mr. Walker would pocket the ten pounds; but he was too easy to care for paying it, and too timid to quarrel with such a powerful friend. And he had on three different occasions already paid ten pounds’ fine for the renewal of the bill in question, all of which bonuses he knew went to his friend Mr. Walker.
Here, too, the reader will perceive what was, in part, the meaning of the word “Agency” on Mr. Walker’s door. He was a go-between between money-lenders and borrowers in this world, and certain small sums always remained with him in the course of the transaction. He was an agent for wine, too; an agent for places to be had through the influence of great men; he was an agent for half-a-dozen theatrical people, male and female, and had the interests of the latter especially, it was said, at heart. Such were a few of the means by which this worthy gentleman contrived121 to support himself, and if, as he was fond of high living, gambling, and pleasures of all kinds, his revenue was not large enough for his expenditure122 — why, he got into debt, and settled his bills that way. He was as much at home in the Fleet as in Pall123 Mall, and quite as happy in the one place as in the other. “That’s the way I take things,” would this philosopher say. “If I’ve money, I spend; if I’ve credit, I borrow; if I’m dunned, I whitewash124; and so you can’t beat me down.” Happy elasticity125 of temperament126! I do believe that, in spite of his misfortunes and precarious127 position, there was no man in England whose conscience was more calm, and whose slumbers128 were more tranquil129, than those of Captain Howard Walker.
As he was sitting under the hands of Mr. Eglantine, he reverted130 to “the ladies,” whom the latter gentleman professed131 to expect; said he was a sly dog, a lucky ditto, and asked him if the ladies were handsome.
Eglantine thought there could be no harm in telling a bouncer to a gentleman with whom he was engaged in money transactions; and so, to give the Captain an idea of his solvency132 and the brilliancy of his future prospects133, “Captain,” said he, “I’ve got a hundred and eighty pounds out with you, which you were obliging enough to negotiate for me. Have I, or have I not, two bills out to that amount?”
“Well, my good fellow, you certainly have; and what then?”
“What then? Why, I bet you five pounds to one, that in three months those bills are paid.”
“Done! five pounds to one. I take it.”
This sudden closing with him made the perfumer rather uneasy; but he was not to pay for three months, and so he said, “Done!” too, and went on: “What would you say if your bills were paid?”
“Not mine; Pike’s.”
“Well, if Pike’s were paid; and the Minories’ man paid, and every single liability I have cleared off; and that Mossrose flung out of winder, and me and my emporium as free as hair?”
“You don’t say so? Is Queen Anne dead? and has she left you a fortune? or what’s the luck in the wind now?”
“It’s better than Queen Anne, or anybody dying. What should you say to seeing in that very place where Mossrose now sits (hang him!)- -seeing the FINEST HEAD OF ‘AIR NOW IN EUROPE? A woman, I tell you — a slap-up lovely woman, who, I’m proud to say, will soon be called Mrs. Heglantine, and will bring me five thousand pounds to her fortune.”
“Well, Tiny, this IS good luck indeed. I say, you’ll be able to do a bill or two for ME then, hay? You won’t forget an old friend?”
“That I won’t. I shall have a place at my board for you, Capting; and many’s the time I shall ‘ope to see you under that ma’ogany.”
“What will the French milliner say? She’ll hang herself for despair, Eglantine.”
“Hush! not a word about ‘ER. I’ve sown all my wild oats, I tell you. Eglantine is no longer the gay young bachelor, but the sober married man. I want a heart to share the feelings of mine. I want repose134. I’m not so young as I was: I feel it.”
“Pooh! pooh! you are — you are —”
“Well, but I sigh for an ‘appy fireside; and I’ll have it.”
“And give up that club which you belong to, hay?”
“‘The Kidneys?’ Oh! of course, no married man should belong to such places: at least, I’LL not; and I’ll have my kidneys broiled at home. But be quiet, Captain, if you please; the ladies appointed to —”
“And is it THE lady you expect? eh, you rogue135!”
“Well, get along. It’s her and her Ma.”
But Mr. Walker determined136 he wouldn’t get along, and would see these lovely ladies before he stirred.
The operation on Mr. Walker’s whiskers being concluded, he was arranging his toilet before the glass in an agreeable attitude: his neck out, his enormous pin settled in his stock to his satisfaction, his eyes complacently137 directed towards the reflection of his left and favourite whisker. Eglantine was laid on a settee, in an easy, though melancholy138 posture139; he was twiddling the tongs140 with which he had just operated on Walker with one hand, and his right-hand ringlet with the other, and he was thinking — thinking of Morgiana; and then of the bill which was to become due on the 16th; and then of a light-blue velvet waistcoat with gold sprigs, in which he looked very killing141, and so was trudging142 round in his little circle of loves, fears, and vanities. “Hang it!” Mr. Walker was thinking, “I AM a handsome man. A pair of whiskers like mine are not met with every day. If anybody can see that my tuft is dyed, may I be —” When the door was flung open, and a large lady with a curl on her forehead, yellow shawl, a green-velvet bonnet with feathers, half-boots, and a drab gown with tulips and other large exotics painted on it — when, in a word, Mrs. Crump and her daughter bounced into the room.
“Here we are, Mr. E,” cries Mrs. Crump, in a gay folatre confidential143 air. “But law! there’s a gent in the room!”
“Don’t mind me, ladies,” said the gent alluded144 to, in his fascinating way. “I’m a friend of Eglantine’s; ain’t I, Egg? a chip of the old block, hay?”
“THAT you are,” said the perfumer, starting up.
“An ‘air-dresser?” asked Mrs. Crump. “Well, I thought he was; there’s something, Mr. E., in gentlemen of your profession so exceeding, so uncommon145 distangy.”
“Madam, you do me proud,” replied the gentleman so complimented, with great presence of mind. “Will you allow me to try my skill upon you, or upon Miss, your lovely daughter? I’m not so clever as Eglantine, but no bad hand, I assure you.”
“Nonsense, Captain,” interrupted the perfumer, who was uncomfortable somehow at the rencontre between the Captain and the object of his affection. “HE’S not in the profession, Mrs. C. This is my friend Captain Walker, and proud I am to call him my friend.” And then aside to Mrs. C., “One of the first swells146 on town, ma’am — a regular tiptopper.”
Humouring the mistake which Mrs. Crump had just made, Mr. Walker thrust the curling-irons into the fire in a minute, and looked round at the ladies with such a fascinating grace, that both, now made acquainted with his quality, blushed and giggled148, and were quite pleased. Mamma looked at ‘Gina, and ‘Gina looked at mamma; and then mamma gave ‘Gina a little blow in the region of her little waist, and then both burst out laughing, as ladies will laugh, and as, let us trust, they may laugh for ever and ever. Why need there be a reason for laughing? Let us laugh when we are laughy, as we sleep when we are sleepy. And so Mrs. Crump and her demoiselle laughed to their hearts’ content; and both fixed149 their large shining black eyes repeatedly on Mr. Walker.
“I won’t leave the room,” said he, coming forward with the heated iron in his hand, and smoothing it on the brown paper with all the dexterity150 of a professor (for the fact is, Mr. W. every morning curled his own immense whiskers with the greatest skill and care)— “I won’t leave the room, Eglantine my boy. My lady here took me for a hairdresser, and so, you know, I’ve a right to stay.”
“He can’t stay,” said Mrs. Crump, all of a sudden, blushing as red as a peony.
“I shall have on my peignoir, Mamma,” said Miss, looking at the gentleman, and then dropping down her eyes and blushing too.
“But he can’t stay, ‘Gina, I tell you: do you think that I would, before a gentleman, take off my —”
“Mamma means her FRONT!” said Miss, jumping up, and beginning to laugh with all her might; at which the honest landlady151 of the “Bootjack,” who loved a joke, although at her own expense, laughed too, and said that no one, except Mr. Crump and Mr. Eglantine, had ever seen her without the ornament12 in question.
“DO go now, you provoking thing, you!” continued Miss C. to Mr. Walker; “I wish to hear the hoverture, and it’s six o’clock now, and we shall never be done against then:” but the way in which Morgiana said “DO go,” clearly indicated “don’t” to the perspicacious152 mind of Mr. Walker.
“Perhaps you ‘ad better go,” continued Mr. Eglantine, joining in this sentiment, and being, in truth, somewhat uneasy at the admiration153 which his “swell147 friend” excited.
“I’ll see you hanged first, Eggy my boy! Go I won’t, until these ladies have had their hair dressed: didn’t you yourself tell me that Miss Crump’s was the most beautiful hair in Europe? And do you think that I’ll go away without seeing it? No, here I stay.”
“You naughty wicked odious provoking man!” said Miss Crump. But, at the same time, she took off her bonnet, and placed it on one of the side candlesticks of Mr. Eglantine’s glass (it was a black-velvet bonnet, trimmed with sham5 lace, and with a wreath of nasturtiums, convolvuluses, and wallflowers within), and then said, “Give me the peignoir, Mr. Archibald, if you please;” and Eglantine, who would do anything for her when she called him Archibald, immediately produced that garment, and wrapped round the delicate shoulders of the lady, who, removing a sham gold chain which she wore on her forehead, two brass hair-combs set with glass rubies154, and the comb which kept her back hair together — removing them, I say, and turning her great eyes towards the stranger, and giving her head a shake, down let tumble such a flood of shining waving heavy glossy jetty hair, as would have done Mr. Rowland’s heart good to see. It tumbled down Miss Morgiana’s back, and it tumbled over her shoulders, it tumbled over the chair on which she sat, and from the midst of it her jolly bright-eyed rosy155 face beamed out with a triumphant156 smile, which said, “A’n’t I now the most angelic being you ever saw?”
“By Heaven! it’s the most beautiful thing I ever saw!” cried Mr. Walker, with undisguised admiration.
“ISN’T it?” said Mrs. Crump, who made her daughter’s triumph her own. “Heigho! when I acted at ‘The Wells’ in 1820, before that dear girl was born, I had such a head of hair as that, to a shade, sir, to a shade. They called me Ravenswing on account of it. I lost my head of hair when that dear child was born, and I often say to her, ‘Morgiana, you came into the world to rob your mother of her ‘air.’ Were you ever at ‘The Wells,’ sir, in 1820? Perhaps you recollect157 Miss Delancy? I am that Miss Delancy. Perhaps you recollect —
“‘Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink,
By the light of the star,
On the blue river’s brink158,
I heard a guitar.
“‘I heard a guitar,
On the blue waters clear,
And knew by its mu-u-sic,
That Selim was near!’
You remember that in the ‘Bagdad Bells’? Fatima, Delancy; Selim, Benlomond (his real name was Bunnion: and he failed, poor fellow, in the public line afterwards). It was done to the tambourine159, and dancing between each verse —
“‘Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink,
How the soft music swells,
And I hear the soft clink
Of the minaret160 bells!
“‘Tink-a —’”
“Oh!” here cried Miss Crump, as if in exceeding pain (and whether Mr. Eglantine had twitched161, pulled, or hurt any one individual hair of that lovely head I don’t know)—“Oh, you are killing me, Mr. Eglantine!”
And with this mamma, who was in her attitude, holding up the end of her boa as a visionary tambourine, and Mr. Walker, who was looking at her, and in his amusement at the mother’s performances had almost forgotten the charms of the daughter — both turned round at once, and looked at her with many expressions of sympathy, while Eglantine, in a voice of reproach, said, “KILLED you, Morgiana! I kill YOU?”
“I’m better now,” said the young lady, with a smile —“I’m better, Mr. Archibald, now.” And if the truth must be told, no greater coquette than Miss Morgiana existed in all Mayfair — no, not among the most fashionable mistresses of the fashionable valets who frequented the “Bootjack.” She believed herself to be the most fascinating creature that the world ever produced; she never saw a stranger but she tried these fascinations162 upon him; and her charms of manner and person were of that showy sort which is most popular in this world, where people are wont to admire most that which gives them the least trouble to see; and so you will find a tulip of a woman to be in fashion when a little humble violet or daisy of creation is passed over without remark. Morgiana was a tulip among women, and the tulip fanciers all came flocking round her.
Well, the said “Oh” and “I’m better now, Mr. Archibald,” thereby163 succeeded in drawing everybody’s attention to her lovely self. By the latter words Mr. Eglantine was specially120 inflamed164; he glanced at Mr. Walker, and said, “Capting! didn’t I tell you she was a CREECHER? See her hair, sir: it’s as black and as glossy as satting. It weighs fifteen pound, that hair, sir; and I wouldn’t let my apprentice165 — that blundering Mossrose, for instance (hang him!)— I wouldn’t let anyone but myself dress that hair for five hundred guineas! Ah, Miss Morgiana, remember that you MAY ALWAYS have Eglantine to dress your hair! — remember that, that’s all.” And with this the worthy gentleman began rubbing delicately a little of the Eglantinia into those ambrosial166 locks, which he loved with all the love of a man and an artist.
And as for Morgiana showing her hair, I hope none of my readers will entertain a bad opinion of the poor girl for doing so. Her locks were her pride; she acted at the private theatre “hair parts,” where she could appear on purpose to show them in a dishevelled state; and that her modesty167 was real, and not affected168 may be proved by the fact that when Mr. Walker, stepping up in the midst of Eglantine’s last speech, took hold of a lock of her hair very gently with his hand, she cried “Oh!” and started with all her might. And Mr. Eglantine observed very gravely, “Capting! Miss Crump’s hair is to be seen and not to be touched, if you please.”
“No more it is, Mr. Eglantine!” said her mamma. “And now, as it’s come to my turn, I beg the gentleman will be so obliging as to go.”
“MUST I?” cried Mr. Walker; and as it was half-past six, and he was engaged to dinner at the “Regent Club,” and as he did not wish to make Eglantine jealous, who evidently was annoyed by his staying, he took his hat just as Miss Crump’s coiffure was completed, and saluting169 her and her mamma, left the room.
“A tip-top swell, I can assure you,” said Eglantine, nodding after him: “a regular bang-up chap, and no MISTAKE. Intimate with the Marquess of Billingsgate, and Lord Vauxhall, and that set.”
“He’s very genteel,” said Mrs. Crump.
“Law! I’m sure I think nothing of him,” said Morgiana.
And Captain Walker walked towards his club, meditating170 on the beauties of Morgiana. “What hair,” said he, “what eyes the girl has! they’re as big as billiard-balls; and five thousand pounds. Eglantine’s in luck! five thousand pounds — she can’t have it, it’s impossible!”
No sooner was Mrs. Crump’s front arranged, during the time of which operation Morgiana sat in perfect contentment looking at the last French fashions in the Courrier des Dames171, and thinking how her pink satin slip would dye, and make just such a mantilla as that represented in the engraving172 — no sooner was Mrs. Crump’s front arranged, than both ladies, taking leave of Mr. Eglantine, tripped back to the “Bootjack Hotel” in the neighbourhood, where a very neat green fly was already in waiting, the gentleman on the box of which (from a livery-stable in the neighbourhood) gave a knowing touch to his hat, and a salute173 with his whip, to the two ladies, as they entered the tavern.
“Mr. W.‘s inside,” said the man — a driver from Mr. Snaffle’s establishment; “he’s been in and out this score of times, and looking down the street for you.” And in the house, in fact, was Mr. Woolsey, the tailor, who had hired the fly, and was engaged to conduct the ladies that evening to the play.
It was really rather too bad to think that Miss Morgiana, after going to one lover to have her hair dressed, should go with another to the play; but such is the way with lovely woman! Let her have a dozen admirers, and the dear coquette will exercise her power upon them all: and as a lady, when she has a large wardrobe, and a taste for variety in dress, will appear every day in a different costume, so will the young and giddy beauty wear her lovers, encouraging now the black whiskers, now smiling on the brown, now thinking that the gay smiling rattle174 of an admirer becomes her very well, and now adopting the sad sentimental175 melancholy one, according as her changeful fancy prompts her. Let us not be too angry with these uncertainties176 and caprices of beauty; and depend on it that, for the most part, those females who cry out loudest against the flightiness of their sisters, and rebuke177 their undue178 encouragement of this man or that, would do as much themselves if they had the chance, and are constant, as I am to my coat just now, because I have no other.
“Did you see Doubleyou, ‘Gina dear?” said her mamma, addressing that young lady. “He’s in the bar with your Pa, and has his military coat with the king’s buttons, and looks like an officer.”
This was Mr. Woolsey’s style, his great aim being to look like an army gent, for many of whom he in his capacity of tailor made those splendid red and blue coats which characterise our military. As for the royal button, had not he made a set of coats for his late Majesty, George IV.? and he would add, when he narrated179 this circumstance, “Sir, Prince Blucher and Prince Swartzenberg’s measure’s in the house now; and what’s more, I’ve cut for Wellington.” I believe he would have gone to St. Helena to make a coat for Napoleon, so great was his ardour. He wore a blue-black wig, and his whiskers were of the same hue180. He was brief and stern in conversations; and he always went to masquerades and balls in a field-marshal’s uniform.
“He looks really quite the thing to-night,” continued Mrs. Crump.
“Yes,” said ‘Gina; “but he’s such an odious wig, and the dye of his whiskers always comes off on his white gloves.”
“Everybody has not their own hair, love,” continued Mrs. Crump with a sigh; “but Eglantine’s is beautiful.”
“Every hairdresser’s is,” answered Morgiana, rather contemptuously; “but what I can’t bear is that their fingers is always so very fat and pudgy.”
In fact, something had gone wrong with the fair Morgiana. Was it that she had but little liking181 for the one pretender or the other? Was it that young Glauber, who acted Romeo in the private theatricals182, was far younger and more agreeable than either? Or was it, that seeing a REAL GENTLEMAN, such as Mr. Walker, with whom she had had her first interview, she felt more and more the want of refinement183 in her other declared admirers? Certain, however, it is, that she was very reserved all the evening, in spite of the attentions of Mr. Woolsey; that she repeatedly looked round at the box-door, as if she expected someone to enter; and that she partook of only a very few oysters184, indeed, out of the barrel which the gallant185 tailor had sent down to the “Bootjack,” and off which the party supped.
“What is it?” said Mr. Woolsey to his ally, Crump, as they sat together after the retirement186 of the ladies. “She was dumb all night. She never once laughed at the farce187, nor cried at the tragedy, and you know she laughs and cries uncommon. She only took half her negus, and not above a quarter of her beer.”
“No more she did!” replied Mr. Crump, very calmly. “I think it must be the barber as has been captivating her: he dressed her hair for the play.”
“Hang him, I’ll shoot him!” said Mr. Woolsey. “A fat foolish effeminate beast like that marry Miss Morgiana? Never! I WILL shoot him. I’ll provoke him next Saturday — I’ll tread on his toe — I’ll pull his nose.”
“No quarrelling at the ‘Kidneys!’” answered Crump sternly; “there shall be no quarrelling in that room as long as I’m in the chair!”
“Well, at any rate you’ll stand my friend?”
“You know I will,” answered the other. “You are honourable188, and I like you better than Eglantine. I trust you more than Eglantine, sir. You’re more of a man than Eglantine, though you ARE a tailor; and I wish with all my heart you may get Morgiana. Mrs. C. goes the other way, I know: but I tell you what, women will go their own ways, sir, and Morgy’s like her mother in this point, and depend upon it, Morgy will decide for herself.”
Mr. Woolsey presently went home, still persisting in his plan for the assassination189 of Eglantine. Mr. Crump went to bed very quietly, and snored through the night in his usual tone. Mr. Eglantine passed some feverish190 moments of jealousy191, for he had come down to the club in the evening, and had heard that Morgiana was gone to the play with his rival. And Miss Morgiana dreamed, of a man who was — must we say it? — exceedingly like Captain Howard Walker. “Mrs. Captain So-and-so!” thought she. “Oh, I do love a gentleman dearly!”
And about this time, too, Mr. Walker himself came rolling home from the “Regent,” hiccupping. “Such hair! — such eyebrows192! — such eyes! like b-b-billiard-balls, by Jove!’
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