‘Do you stay here long, Mr. Drood?’ says Neville.
‘Not this time,’ is the careless answer. ‘I leave for London again, to-morrow. But I shall be here, off and on, until next Midsummer; then I shall take my leave of Cloisterham, and England too; for many a long day, I expect.’
‘Are you going abroad?’
‘Going to wake up Egypt a little,’ is the condescending4 answer.
‘Are you reading?’
‘Reading?’ repeats Edwin Drood, with a touch of contempt. ‘No. Doing, working, engineering. My small patrimony5 was left a part of the capital of the Firm I am with, by my father, a former partner; and I am a charge upon the Firm until I come of age; and then I step into my modest share in the concern. Jack6 — you met him at dinner — is, until then, my guardian7 and trustee.’
‘I heard from Mr. Crisparkle of your other good fortune.’
‘What do you mean by my other good fortune?’
Neville has made his remark in a watchfully9 advancing, and yet furtive11 and shy manner, very expressive12 of that peculiar13 air already noticed, of being at once hunter and hunted. Edwin has made his retort with an abruptness14 not at all polite. They stop and interchange a rather heated look.
‘I hope,’ says Neville, ‘there is no offence, Mr. Drood, in my innocently referring to your betrothal15?’
‘By George!’ cries Edwin, leading on again at a somewhat quicker pace; ‘everybody in this chattering16 old Cloisterham refers to it I wonder no public-house has been set up, with my portrait for the sign of The Betrothed’s Head. Or Pussy17’s portrait. One or the other.’
‘I am not accountable for Mr. Crisparkle’s mentioning the matter to me, quite openly,’ Neville begins.
‘No; that’s true; you are not,’ Edwin Drood assents18.
‘But,’ resumes Neville, ‘I am accountable for mentioning it to you. And I did so, on the supposition that you could not fail to be highly proud of it.’
Now, there are these two curious touches of human nature working the secret springs of this dialogue. Neville Landless is already enough impressed by Little Rosebud19, to feel indignant that Edwin Drood (far below her) should hold his prize so lightly. Edwin Drood is already enough impressed by Helena, to feel indignant that Helena’s brother (far below her) should dispose of him so coolly, and put him out of the way so entirely20.
However, the last remark had better be answered. So, says Edwin:
‘I don’t know, Mr. Neville’ (adopting that mode of address from Mr. Crisparkle), ‘that what people are proudest of, they usually talk most about; I don’t know either, that what they are proudest of, they most like other people to talk about. But I live a busy life, and I speak under correction by you readers, who ought to know everything, and I daresay do.’
By this time they had both become savage21; Mr. Neville out in the open; Edwin Drood under the transparent22 cover of a popular tune8, and a stop now and then to pretend to admire picturesque23 effects in the moonlight before him.
‘It does not seem to me very civil in you,’ remarks Neville, at length, ‘to reflect upon a stranger who comes here, not having had your advantages, to try to make up for lost time. But, to be sure, I was not brought up in “busy life,” and my ideas of civility were formed among Heathens.’
‘Perhaps, the best civility, whatever kind of people we are brought up among,’ retorts Edwin Drood, ‘is to mind our own business. If you will set me that example, I promise to follow it.’
‘Do you know that you take a great deal too much upon yourself?’ is the angry rejoinder, ‘and that in the part of the world I come from, you would be called to account for it?’
‘By whom, for instance?’ asks Edwin Drood, coming to a halt, and surveying the other with a look of disdain24.
But, here a startling right hand is laid on Edwin’s shoulder, and Jasper stands between them. For, it would seem that he, too, has strolled round by the Nuns’ House, and has come up behind them on the shadowy side of the road.
‘Ned, Ned, Ned!’ he says; ‘we must have no more of this. I don’t like this. I have overheard high words between you two. Remember, my dear boy, you are almost in the position of host to-night. You belong, as it were, to the place, and in a manner represent it towards a stranger. Mr. Neville is a stranger, and you should respect the obligations of hospitality. And, Mr. Neville,’ laying his left hand on the inner shoulder of that young gentleman, and thus walking on between them, hand to shoulder on either side: ‘you will pardon me; but I appeal to you to govern your temper too. Now, what is amiss? But why ask! Let there be nothing amiss, and the question is superfluous25. We are all three on a good understanding, are we not?’
After a silent struggle between the two young men who shall speak last, Edwin Drood strikes in with: ‘So far as I am concerned, Jack, there is no anger in me.’
‘Nor in me,’ says Neville Landless, though not so freely; or perhaps so carelessly. ‘But if Mr. Drood knew all that lies behind me, far away from here, he might know better how it is that sharp-edged words have sharp edges to wound me.’
‘Perhaps,’ says Jasper, in a soothing26 manner, ‘we had better not qualify our good understanding. We had better not say anything having the appearance of a remonstrance27 or condition; it might not seem generous. Frankly28 and freely, you see there is no anger in Ned. Frankly and freely, there is no anger in you, Mr. Neville?’
‘None at all, Mr. Jasper.’ Still, not quite so frankly or so freely; or, be it said once again, not quite so carelessly perhaps.
‘All over then! Now, my bachelor gatehouse is a few yards from here, and the heater is on the fire, and the wine and glasses are on the table, and it is not a stone’s throw from Minor29 Canon Corner. Ned, you are up and away to-morrow. We will carry Mr. Neville in with us, to take a stirrup-cup.’
‘With all my heart, Jack.’
‘And with all mine, Mr. Jasper.’ Neville feels it impossible to say less, but would rather not go. He has an impression upon him that he has lost hold of his temper; feels that Edwin Drood’s coolness, so far from being infectious, makes him red-hot.
Mr. Jasper, still walking in the centre, hand to shoulder on either side, beautifully turns the Refrain of a drinking song, and they all go up to his rooms. There, the first object visible, when he adds the light of a lamp to that of the fire, is the portrait over the chimneypicce. It is not an object calculated to improve the understanding between the two young men, as rather awkwardly reviving the subject of their difference. Accordingly, they both glance at it consciously, but say nothing. Jasper, however (who would appear from his conduct to have gained but an imperfect clue to the cause of their late high words), directly calls attention to it.
‘You recognise that picture, Mr. Neville?’ shading the lamp to throw the light upon it.
‘I recognise it, but it is far from flattering the original.’
‘O, you are hard upon it! It was done by Ned, who made me a present of it.’
‘I am sorry for that, Mr. Drood.’ Neville apologises, with a real intention to apologise; ‘if I had known I was in the artist’s presence —’
‘O, a joke, sir, a mere30 joke,’ Edwin cuts in, with a provoking yawn. ‘A little humouring of Pussy’s points! I’m going to paint her gravely, one of these days, if she’s good.’
The air of leisurely31 patronage32 and indifference33 with which this is said, as the speaker throws himself back in a chair and clasps his hands at the back of his head, as a rest for it, is very exasperating34 to the excitable and excited Neville. Jasper looks observantly from the one to the other, slightly smiles, and turns his back to mix a jug35 of mulled wine at the fire. It seems to require much mixing and compounding.
‘I suppose, Mr. Neville,’ says Edwin, quick to resent the indignant protest against himself in the face of young Landless, which is fully10 as visible as the portrait, or the fire, or the lamp: ‘I suppose that if you painted the picture of your lady love —’
‘I can’t paint,’ is the hasty interruption.
‘That’s your misfortune, and not your fault. You would if you could. But if you could, I suppose you would make her (no matter what she was in reality), Juno, Minerva, Diana, and Venus, all in one. Eh?’
‘I have no lady love, and I can’t say.’
‘If I were to try my hand,’ says Edwin, with a boyish boastfulness getting up in him, ‘on a portrait of Miss Landless — in earnest, mind you; in earnest — you should see what I could do!’
‘My sister’s consent to sit for it being first got, I suppose? As it never will be got, I am afraid I shall never see what you can do. I must bear the loss.’
Jasper turns round from the fire, fills a large goblet36 glass for Neville, fills a large goblet glass for Edwin, and hands each his own; then fills for himself, saying:
‘Come, Mr. Neville, we are to drink to my nephew, Ned. As it is his foot that is in the stirrup — metaphorically37 — our stirrup-cup is to be devoted38 to him. Ned, my dearest fellow, my love!’
Jasper sets the example of nearly emptying his glass, and Neville follows it. Edwin Drood says, ‘Thank you both very much,’ and follows the double example.
‘Look at him,’ cries Jasper, stretching out his hand admiringly and tenderly, though rallyingly too. ‘See where he lounges so easily, Mr. Neville! The world is all before him where to choose. A life of stirring work and interest, a life of change and excitement, a life of domestic ease and love! Look at him!’
Edwin Drood’s face has become quickly and remarkably39 flushed with the wine; so has the face of Neville Landless. Edwin still sits thrown back in his chair, making that rest of clasped hands for his head.
‘See how little he heeds40 it all!’ Jasper proceeds in a bantering41 vein42. ‘It is hardly worth his while to pluck the golden fruit that hangs ripe on the tree for him. And yet consider the contrast, Mr. Neville. You and I have no prospect43 of stirring work and interest, or of change and excitement, or of domestic ease and love. You and I have no prospect (unless you are more fortunate than I am, which may easily be), but the tedious unchanging round of this dull place.’
‘Upon my soul, Jack,’ says Edwin, complacently44, ‘I feel quite apologetic for having my way smoothed as you describe. But you know what I know, Jack, and it may not be so very easy as it seems, after all. May it, Pussy?’ To the portrait, with a snap of his thumb and finger. ‘We have got to hit it off yet; haven’t we, Pussy? You know what I mean, Jack.’
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His speech has become thick and indistinct. Jasper, quiet and self-possessed, looks to Neville, as expecting his answer or comment. When Neville speaks, his speech is also thick and indistinct.
‘It might have been better for Mr. Drood to have known some hardships,’ he says, defiantly45.
‘Pray,’ retorts Edwin, turning merely his eyes in that direction, ‘pray why might it have been better for Mr. Drood to have known some hardships?’
‘Ay,’ Jasper assents, with an air of interest; ‘let us know why?’
‘Because they might have made him more sensible,’ says Neville, ‘of good fortune that is not by any means necessarily the result of his own merits.’
Mr. Jasper quickly looks to his nephew for his rejoinder.
‘Have you known hardships, may I ask?’ says Edwin Drood, sitting upright.
Mr. Jasper quickly looks to the other for his retort.
‘I have.’
‘And what have they made you sensible of?’
Mr. Jasper’s play of eyes between the two holds good throughout the dialogue, to the end.
‘I have told you once before to-night.’
‘You have done nothing of the sort.’
‘I tell you I have. That you take a great deal too much upon yourself.’
‘You added something else to that, if I remember?’
‘Yes, I did say something else.’
‘Say it again.’
‘I said that in the part of the world I come from, you would be called to account for it.’
‘Only there?’ cries Edwin Drood, with a contemptuous laugh. ‘A long way off, I believe? Yes; I see! That part of the world is at a safe distance.’
‘Say here, then,’ rejoins the other, rising in a fury. ‘Say anywhere! Your vanity is intolerable, your conceit46 is beyond endurance; you talk as if you were some rare and precious prize, instead of a common boaster. You are a common fellow, and a common boaster.’
‘Pooh, pooh,’ says Edwin Drood, equally furious, but more collected; ‘how should you know? You may know a black common fellow, or a black common boaster, when you see him (and no doubt you have a large acquaintance that way); but you are no judge of white men.’
This insulting allusion47 to his dark skin infuriates Neville to that violent degree, that he flings the dregs of his wine at Edwin Drood, and is in the act of flinging the goblet after it, when his arm is caught in the nick of time by Jasper.
‘Ned, my dear fellow!’ he cries in a loud voice; ‘I entreat48 you, I command you, to be still!’ There has been a rush of all the three, and a clattering49 of glasses and overturning of chairs. ‘Mr. Neville, for shame! Give this glass to me. Open your hand, sir. I will have it!’
But Neville throws him off, and pauses for an instant, in a raging passion, with the goblet yet in his uplifted hand. Then, he dashes it down under the grate, with such force that the broken splinters fly out again in a shower; and he leaves the house.
When he first emerges into the night air, nothing around him is still or steady; nothing around him shows like what it is; he only knows that he stands with a bare head in the midst of a blood-red whirl, waiting to be struggled with, and to struggle to the death.
But, nothing happening, and the moon looking down upon him as if he were dead after a fit of wrath50, he holds his steam-hammer beating head and heart, and staggers away. Then, he becomes half-conscious of having heard himself bolted and barred out, like a dangerous animal; and thinks what shall he do?
Some wildly passionate51 ideas of the river dissolve under the spell of the moonlight on the Cathedral and the graves, and the remembrance of his sister, and the thought of what he owes to the good man who has but that very day won his confidence and given him his pledge. He repairs to Minor Canon Corner, and knocks softly at the door.
It is Mr. Crisparkle’s custom to sit up last of the early household, very softly touching52 his piano and practising his favourite parts in concerted vocal53 music. The south wind that goes where it lists, by way of Minor Canon Corner on a still night, is not more subdued54 than Mr. Crisparkle at such times, regardful of the slumbers55 of the china shepherdess.
His knock is immediately answered by Mr. Crisparkle himself. When he opens the door, candle in hand, his cheerful face falls, and disappointed amazement56 is in it.
‘Mr. Neville! In this disorder57! Where have you been?’
‘I have been to Mr. Jasper’s, sir. With his nephew.’
‘Come in.’
The Minor Canon props58 him by the elbow with a strong hand (in a strictly59 scientific manner, worthy60 of his morning trainings), and turns him into his own little book-room, and shuts the door.’
‘I have begun ill, sir. I have begun dreadfully ill.’
‘Too true. You are not sober, Mr. Neville.’
‘I am afraid I am not, sir, though I can satisfy you at another time that I have had a very little indeed to drink, and that it overcame me in the strangest and most sudden manner.’
‘Mr. Neville, Mr. Neville,’ says the Minor Canon, shaking his head with a sorrowful smile; ‘I have heard that said before.’
‘I think — my mind is much confused, but I think — it is equally true of Mr. Jasper’s nephew, sir.’
‘Very likely,’ is the dry rejoinder.
‘We quarrelled, sir. He insulted me most grossly. He had heated that tigerish blood I told you of to-day, before then.’
‘Mr. Neville,’ rejoins the Minor Canon, mildly, but firmly: ‘I request you not to speak to me with that clenched62 right hand. Unclench it, if you please.’
‘He goaded63 me, sir,’ pursues the young man, instantly obeying, ‘beyond my power of endurance. I cannot say whether or no he meant it at first, but he did it. He certainly meant it at last. In short, sir,’ with an irrepressible outburst, ‘in the passion into which he lashed64 me, I would have cut him down if I could, and I tried to do it.’
‘You have clenched that hand again,’ is Mr. Crisparkle’s quiet commentary.
‘I beg your pardon, sir.’
‘You know your room, for I showed it you before dinner; but I will accompany you to it once more. Your arm, if you please. Softly, for the house is all a-bed.’
Scooping65 his hand into the same scientific elbow-rest as before, and backing it up with the inert66 strength of his arm, as skilfully67 as a Police Expert, and with an apparent repose68 quite unattainable by novices69, Mr. Crisparkle conducts his pupil to the pleasant and orderly old room prepared for him. Arrived there, the young man throws himself into a chair, and, flinging his arms upon his reading-table, rests his head upon them with an air of wretched self-reproach.
The gentle Minor Canon has had it in his thoughts to leave the room, without a word. But looking round at the door, and seeing this dejected figure, he turns back to it, touches it with a mild hand, says ‘Good night!’ A sob61 is his only acknowledgment. He might have had many a worse; perhaps, could have had few better.
Another soft knock at the outer door attracts his attention as he goes down-stairs. He opens it to Mr. Jasper, holding in his hand the pupil’s hat.
‘We have had an awful scene with him,’ says Jasper, in a low voice.
‘Has it been so bad as that?’
‘Murderous!’
Mr. Crisparkle remonstrates70: ‘No, no, no. Do not use such strong words.’
‘He might have laid my dear boy dead at my feet. It is no fault of his, that he did not. But that I was, through the mercy of God, swift and strong with him, he would have cut him down on my hearth71.’
The phrase smites72 home. ‘Ah!’ thinks Mr. Crisparkle, ‘his own words!’
‘Seeing what I have seen to-night, and hearing what I have heard,’ adds Jasper, with great earnestness, ‘I shall never know peace of mind when there is danger of those two coming together, with no one else to interfere73. It was horrible. There is something of the tiger in his dark blood.’
‘Ah!’ thinks Mr. Crisparkle, ‘so he said!’
‘You, my dear sir,’ pursues Jasper, taking his hand, ‘even you, have accepted a dangerous charge.’
‘You need have no fear for me, Jasper,’ returns Mr. Crisparkle, with a quiet smile. ‘I have none for myself.’
‘I have none for myself,’ returns Jasper, with an emphasis on the last pronoun, ‘because I am not, nor am I in the way of being, the object of his hostility74. But you may be, and my dear boy has been. Good night!’
Mr. Crisparkle goes in, with the hat that has so easily, so almost imperceptibly, acquired the right to be hung up in his hall; hangs it up; and goes thoughtfully to bed.
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