The driver, on the other hand, was pleased to drop again upon so liberal a fare; and as he was a man — the reader must already have perceived — of easy, not to say familiar, manners, he dropped at once into a vein6 of friendly talk, commenting on the weather, on the sacred season, which struck him chiefly in the light of a day of liberal gratuities7, on the chance which had reunited him to a pleasing customer, and on the fact that John had been (as he was pleased to call it) visibly ‘on the randan’ the night before.
‘And ye look dreidful bad the-day, sir, I must say that,’ he continued. ‘There’s nothing like a dram for ye — if ye’ll take my advice of it; and bein’ as it’s Christmas, I’m no’ saying,’ he added, with a fatherly smile, ‘but what I would join ye mysel’.’
John had listened with a sick heart.
‘I’ll give you a dram when we’ve got through,’ said he, affecting a sprightliness8 which sat on him most unhandsomely, ‘and not a drop till then. Business first, and pleasure afterward9.’
With this promise the jarvey was prevailed upon to clamber to his place and drive, with hideous10 deliberation, to the door of the Lodge. There were no signs as yet of any public emotion; only, two men stood not far off in talk, and their presence, seen from afar, set John’s pulses buzzing. He might have spared himself his fright, for the pair were lost in some dispute of a theological complexion11, and with lengthened12 upper lip and enumerating13 fingers, pursued the matter of their difference, and paid no heed14 to John.
But the cabman proved a thorn in the flesh.
Nothing would keep him on his perch15; he must clamber down, comment upon the pebble16 in the door (which he regarded as an ingenious but unsafe device), help John with the portmanteau, and enliven matters with a flow of speech, and especially of questions, which I thus condense:—
‘He’ll no’ be here himsel’, will he? No? Well, he’s an eccentric man — a fair oddity — if ye ken3 the expression. Great trouble with his tenants17, they tell me. I’ve driven the fam’ly for years. I drove a cab at his father’s waddin’. What’ll your name be? — I should ken your face. Baigrey, ye say? There were Baigreys about Gilmerton; ye’ll be one of that lot? Then this’ll be a friend’s portmantie, like? Why? Because the name upon it’s Nucholson! Oh, if ye’re in a hurry, that’s another job. Waverley Brig? Are ye for away?’
So the friendly toper prated18 and questioned and kept John’s heart in a flutter. But to this also, as to other evils under the sun, there came a period; and the victim of circumstances began at last to rumble19 toward the railway terminus at Waverley Bridge. During the transit20, he sat with raised glasses in the frosty chill and mouldy fetor of his chariot, and glanced out sidelong on the holiday face of things, the shuttered shops, and the crowds along the pavement, much as the rider in the Tyburn cart may have observed the concourse gathering21 to his execution.
At the station his spirits rose again; another stage of his escape was fortunately ended — he began to spy blue water. He called a railway porter, and bade him carry the portmanteau to the cloak-room: not that he had any notion of delay; flight, instant flight was his design, no matter whither; but he had determined22 to dismiss the cabman ere he named, or even chose, his destination, thus possibly balking23 the Judicial Error of another link. This was his cunning aim, and now with one foot on the roadway, and one still on the coach-step, he made haste to put the thing in practice, and plunged24 his hand into his trousers pocket.
There was nothing there!
Oh yes; this time he was to blame. He should have remembered, and when he deserted25 his blood-stained pantaloons, he should not have deserted along with them his purse. Make the most of his error, and then compare it with the punishment! Conceive his new position, for I lack words to picture it; conceive him condemned26 to return to that house, from the very thought of which his soul revolted, and once more to expose himself to capture on the very scene of the misdeed: conceive him linked to the mouldy cab and the familiar cabman. John cursed the cabman silently, and then it occurred to him that he must stop the incarceration27 of his portmanteau; that, at least, he must keep close at hand, and he turned to recall the porter. But his reflections, brief as they had appeared, must have occupied him longer than he supposed, and there was the man already returning with the receipt.
Well, that was settled; he had lost his portmanteau also; for the sixpence with which he had paid the Murrayfield Toll28 was one that had strayed alone into his waistcoat pocket, and unless he once more successfully achieved the adventure of the house of crime, his portmanteau lay in the cloakroom in eternal pawn30, for lack of a penny fee. And then he remembered the porter, who stood suggestively attentive31, words of gratitude32 hanging on his lips.
John hunted right and left; he found a coin — prayed God that it was a sovereign — drew it out, beheld33 a halfpenny, and offered it to the porter.
The man’s jaw34 dropped.
‘It’s only a halfpenny!’ he said, startled out of railway decency35.
‘I know that,’ said John, piteously.
And here the porter recovered the dignity of man.
‘Thank you, sir,’ said he, and would have returned the base gratuity36. But John, too, would none of it; and as they struggled, who must join in but the cabman?
‘Hoots, Mr. Baigrey,’ said he, ‘you surely forget what day it is!’
‘I tell you I have no change!’ cried John.
‘Well,’ said the driver, ‘and what then? I would rather give a man a shillin’ on a day like this than put him off with a derision like a bawbee. I’m surprised at the like of you, Mr. Baigrey!’
‘My name is not Baigrey!’ broke out John, in mere37 childish temper and distress38.
‘Ye told me it was yoursel’,’ said the cabman.
‘I know I did; and what the devil right had you to ask?’ cried the unhappy one.
‘Oh, very well,’ said the driver. ‘I know my place, if you know yours — if you know yours!’ he repeated, as one who should imply grave doubt; and muttered inarticulate thunders, in which the grand old name of gentleman was taken seemingly in vain.
Oh to have been able to discharge this monster, whom John now perceived, with tardy39 clear-sightedness, to have begun betimes the festivities of Christmas! But far from any such ray of consolation40 visiting the lost, he stood bare of help and helpers, his portmanteau sequestered41 in one place, his money deserted in another and guarded by a corpse42; himself, so sedulous43 of privacy, the cynosure44 of all men’s eyes about the station; and, as if these were not enough mischances, he was now fallen in ill-blood with the beast to whom his poverty had linked him! In ill-blood, as he reflected dismally45, with the witness who perhaps might hang or save him! There was no time to be lost; he durst not linger any longer in that public spot; and whether he had recourse to dignity or conciliation46, the remedy must be applied47 at once. Some happily surviving element of manhood moved him to the former.
‘Let us have no more of this,’ said he, his foot once more upon the step. ‘Go back to where we came from.’
He had avoided the name of any destination, for there was now quite a little band of railway folk about the cab, and he still kept an eye upon the court of justice, and laboured to avoid concentric evidence. But here again the fatal jarvey out-manoeuvred him.
‘Back to the Ludge?’ cried he, in shrill48 tones of protest.
‘Drive on at once!’ roared John, and slammed the door behind him, so that the crazy chariot rocked and jingled49.
Forth50 trundled the cab into the Christmas streets, the fare within plunged in the blackness of a despair that neighboured on unconsciousness, the driver on the box digesting his rebuke51 and his customer’s duplicity. I would not be thought to put the pair in competition; John’s case was out of all parallel. But the cabman, too, is worth the sympathy of the judicious52; for he was a fellow of genuine kindliness53 and a high sense of personal dignity incensed54 by drink; and his advances had been cruelly and publicly rebuffed. As he drove, therefore, he counted his wrongs, and thirsted for sympathy and drink. Now, it chanced he had a friend, a publican in Queensferry Street, from whom, in view of the sacredness of the occasion, he thought he might extract a dram. Queensferry Street lies something off the direct road to Murrayfield. But then there is the hilly cross-road that passes by the valley of the Leith and the Dean Cemetery55; and Queensferry Street is on the way to that. What was to hinder the cabman, since his horse was dumb, from choosing the cross-road, and calling on his friend in passing? So it was decided56; and the charioteer, already somewhat mollified, turned aside his horse to the right.
John, meanwhile, sat collapsed57, his chin sunk upon his chest, his mind in abeyance58. The smell of the cab was still faintly present to his senses, and a certain leaden chill about his feet, all else had disappeared in one vast oppression of calamity59 and physical faintness. It was drawing on to noon — two-and-twenty hours since he had broken bread; in the interval60, he had suffered tortures of sorrow and alarm, and been partly tipsy; and though it was impossible to say he slept, yet when the cab stopped and the cabman thrust his head into the window, his attention had to be recalled from depths of vacancy61.
‘If you’ll no’ STAND me a dram,’ said the driver, with a well-merited severity of tone and manner, ‘I dare say ye’ll have no objection to my taking one mysel’?’
‘Yes — no — do what you like,’ returned John; and then, as he watched his tormentor62 mount the stairs and enter the whisky — shop, there floated into his mind a sense as of something long ago familiar. At that he started fully29 awake, and stared at the shop-fronts. Yes, he knew them; but when? and how? Long since, he thought; and then, casting his eye through the front glass, which had been recently occluded63 by the figure of the jarvey, he beheld the tree-tops of the rookery in Randolph Crescent. He was close to home — home, where he had thought, at that hour, to be sitting in the well-remembered drawing-room in friendly converse64; and, instead —!
It was his first impulse to drop into the bottom of the cab; his next, to cover his face with his hands. So he sat, while the cabman toasted the publican, and the publican toasted the cabman, and both reviewed the affairs of the nation; so he still sat, when his master condescended65 to return, and drive off at last down-hill, along the curve of Lynedoch Place; but even so sitting, as he passed the end of his father’s street, he took one glance from between shielding fingers, and beheld a doctor’s carriage at the door.
‘Well, just so,’ thought he; ‘I’ll have killed my father! And this is Christmas-day!’
If Mr. Nicholson died, it was down this same road he must journey to the grave; and down this road, on the same errand, his wife had preceded him years before; and many other leading citizens, with the proper trappings and attendance of the end. And now, in that frosty, ill-smelling, straw — carpeted, and ragged-cushioned cab, with his breath congealing66 on the glasses, where else was John himself advancing to?
The thought stirred his imagination, which began to manufacture many thousand pictures, bright and fleeting67, like the shapes in a kaleidoscope; and now he saw himself, ruddy and comfortered, sliding in the gutter68; and, again, a little woe-begone, bored urchin69 tricked forth in crape and weepers, descending70 this same hill at the foot’s pace of mourning coaches, his mother’s body just preceding him; and yet again, his fancy, running far in front, showed him his destination — now standing71 solitary72 in the low sunshine, with the sparrows hopping73 on the threshold and the dead man within staring at the roof — and now, with a sudden change, thronged74 about with white-faced, hand-uplifting neighbours, and doctor bursting through their midst and fixing his stethoscope as he went, the policeman shaking a sagacious head beside the body. It was to this he feared that he was driving; in the midst of this he saw himself arrive, heard himself stammer75 faint explanations, and felt the hand of the constable76 upon his shoulder. Heavens! how he wished he had played the manlier77 part; how he despised himself that he had fled that fatal neighbourhood when all was quiet, and should now be tamely travelling back when it was thronging78 with avengers!
Any strong degree of passion lends, even to the dullest, the forces of the imagination. And so now as he dwelt on what was probably awaiting him at the end of this distressful79 drive — John, who saw things little, remembered them less, and could not have described them at all, beheld in his mind’s-eye the garden of the Lodge, detailed80 as in a map; he went to and fro in it, feeding his terrors; he saw the hollies81, the snowy borders, the paths where he had sought Alan, the high, conventual walls, the shut door — what! was the door shut? Ay, truly, he had shut it — shut in his money, his escape, his future life — shut it with these hands, and none could now open it! He heard the snap of the spring-lock like something bursting in his brain, and sat astonied.
And then he woke again, terror jarring through his vitals. This was no time to be idle; he must be up and doing, he must think. Once at the end of this ridiculous cruise, once at the Lodge door, there would be nothing for it but to turn the cab and trundle back again. Why, then, go so far? why add another feature of suspicion to a case already so suggestive? why not turn at once? It was easy to say, turn; but whither? He had nowhere now to go to; he could never — he saw it in letters of blood — he could never pay that cab; he was saddled with that cab for ever. Oh that cab! his soul yearned82 and burned, and his bowels83 sounded to be rid of it. He forgot all other cares. He must first quit himself of this ill-smelling vehicle and of the human beast that guided it — first do that; do that, at least; do that at once.
And just then the cab suddenly stopped, and there was his persecutor84 rapping on the front glass. John let it down, and beheld the port-wine countenance85 inflamed86 with intellectual triumph.
‘I ken wha ye are!’ cried the husky voice. ‘I mind ye now. Ye’re a Nucholson. I drove ye to Hermiston to a Christmas party, and ye came back on the box, and I let ye drive.’
It is a fact. John knew the man; they had been even friends. His enemy, he now remembered, was a fellow of great good nature — endless good nature — with a boy; why not with a man? Why not appeal to his better side? He grasped at the new hope.
‘Great Scott! and so you did,’ he cried, as if in a transport of delight, his voice sounding false in his own ears. ‘Well, if that’s so, I’ve something to say to you. I’ll just get out, I guess. Where are we, any way?’
The driver had fluttered his ticket in the eyes of the branch-toll keeper, and they were now brought to on the highest and most solitary part of the by-road. On the left, a row of fieldside trees beshaded it; on the right, it was bordered by naked fallows, undulating down-hill to the Queensferry Road; in front, Corstorphine Hill raised its snow-bedabbled, darkling woods against the sky. John looked all about him, drinking the clear air like wine; then his eyes returned to the cabman’s face as he sat, not ungleefully, awaiting John’s communication, with the air of one looking to be tipped.
The features of that face were hard to read, drink had so swollen87 them, drink had so painted them, in tints88 that varied89 from brick-red to mulberry. The small grey eyes blinked, the lips moved, with greed; greed was the ruling passion; and though there was some good nature, some genuine kindliness, a true human touch, in the old toper, his greed was now so set afire by hope, that all other traits of character lay dormant90. He sat there a monument of gluttonous91 desire.
John’s heart slowly fell. He had opened his lips, but he stood there and uttered nought92. He sounded the well of his courage, and it was dry. He groped in his treasury93 of words, and it was vacant. A devil of dumbness had him by the throat; the devil of terror babbled94 in his ears; and suddenly, without a word uttered, with no conscious purpose formed in his will, John whipped about, tumbled over the roadside wall, and began running for his life across the fallows.
He had not gone far, he was not past the midst of the first afield, when his whole brain thundered within him, ‘Fool! You have your watch!’ The shock stopped him, and he faced once more toward the cab. The driver was leaning over the wall, brandishing95 his whip, his face empurpled, roaring like a bull. And John saw (or thought) that he had lost the chance. No watch would pacify96 the man’s resentment97 now; he would cry for vengeance98 also. John would be had under the eye of the police; his tale would be unfolded, his secret plumbed99, his destiny would close on him at last, and for ever.
He uttered a deep sigh; and just as the cabman, taking heart of grace, was beginning at last to scale the wall, his defaulting customer fell again to running, and disappeared into the further fields.
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sprightliness
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complexion
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tenants
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