"What is the meaning of all this?" said Sweeney Todd, as he sat in his shop about the hour of twelve on the morning following that upon which Johanna Oakley and her friend Arabella had concerted so romantic a plan of operations regarding him. "What is the meaning of all this? Am I going mad?"
Now Todd's question was no doubt a result of some peculiar1 sensations that had come over him; but, propounded2 as it was to silence and to vacancy3, it of course got no answer. A cold perspiration4 had suddenly broke out upon his brow, and, for the space of about ten minutes, he was subject to one of those strange foreshadowings of coming ills to him, which of late had begun to make his waking hours anything but joyous5, and his dreams hideous6.
"What can it mean?" he said. "What can it mean?"
"It is that fiend in the shape of a woman!"
No doubt he meant his dear friend, Mrs. Lovett. Alas8! what a thorn she was in the side of Sweeney Todd. How poor a thing, by way of recompense for the dark and terrible suspicions he had of her, was his heaped up wealth? Todd—yes, Sweeney Todd, who had waded9 knee-deep—knee-deep do we say?—lip-deep in blood for gold, had begun to find that there was something more precious still which he had bartered10 for it—peace! That peace of mind—that sweet serenity11 of soul, which, like the love of God, is beautiful, and yet passeth understanding. Yes, Todd was beginning to find out that he had bartered the jewel for the setting! What a common mistake. Does not all the world do it? They do; but the difference between Todd and common people merely was that he played the game with high stakes.
"Yes," added Todd, after a pause, "curses on her, it is that fiend in the shape of a woman, who
'Cows my better part of man,'
and she or I must fall. That is settled; yes—she or I. There was a time when I used to say she and I could not live in the same country; but now I feel that we cannot both live in the same world. She must go—she must lapse12 into the sleep of death."
Todd rose, and stalked to and fro in his shop. He felt as if something was going to happen: that undefinable fidgetty feeling which will attack all persons at times, came over him, and yet it was not a feeling of deep apprehension13 that was at his heart.
"Oh," he muttered, "it is the recollection of that dreadful woman—that fiend, who, with a seeming prescience, knows when there is poison in her glass, and baffles me. It is the dim and shadowy thought of what I must do with her that shatters me. If poison will not do the deed, steel or a bullet must. Ah!"
Some one was trying the handle of the shop door, and so timidly was it tried, that Todd stood still to listen, without saying "Come in," or otherwise encouraging the visitor.
Still the handle of the door-lock only shook. To be sure, it was a difficult door to open to all who did not know it well. Todd had taken care of that, for if there was anything more than another which such a man as he might be fairly enough presumed to dislike, it would be to be glided15 in upon by the sudden opening of an easy-going door.
"Come in," he now cried.
The person without was evidently anxious to obey the invitation, and a more strenuous16 effort was made to unfasten the door. It yielded at length. A young and pretty looking lad, apparently17 of about thirteen or fourteen years of age, stood upon the threshold. He and Sweeney Todd looked at each other in silence for a few moments. If a painter or a sculptor18 could have caught them as they stood, and transferred them to canvas or to marble, he might have called them an idea of Guilt19 and Innocence20. There was Todd, with evil passions and wickedness written upon every feature of his face. There was the boy, with the rosy21 gentleness and innocence of Heaven upon his brow. God made both these creatures! It was Todd who broke the silence. A gathering22 flush was upon the face of the boy, and he could not speak.
"What do you want?" said Todd.
He rattled23 his chair as he spoke24, as though he would have said, "It is not to be shaved." The boy was too much engaged with his own thoughts to pay much attention to Todd's pantomime. He evidently, though, wished to say something, which he could not command breath to give utterance25 to. Like the "Amen" of Macbeth, something he would fain have uttered, seemed to stick in his throat.
"What is it?" again demanded Todd, eagerly.
This roused the boy. The boy, do we say. Ah, our readers have already recognised in that boy the beautiful and enthusiastic Johanna Oakley.
"There is a bill in your window—"
Johanna Applies To Todd To Become His Errand Boy.
Johanna Applies To Todd To Become His Errand Boy.
"A what?"
"A bill. You want a boy, sir."
"Oh," said Todd, as the object of the visit at once thus became clear and apparent to him. "Oh, that's it."
"Yes, sir."
Todd held up his hand to his eyes, as though he were shading them from sunlight, as he gazed upon Johanna, and then, in an abrupt27 tone of voice, he said—
"You won't do."
"Thank you, sir."
She moved towards the door. Her hand touched the handle. It was not fast. The door opened. Another moment, and she would have been gone.
"Stop!" cried Todd.
She returned at once.
"You don't look like a lad in want of a situation. Your clothes are good—your whole appearance is that of a young gentleman. What do you mean by coming here to ask to be an errand boy in a barber's shop? I don't understand it. You had different expectations."
"Yes, sir. But Mrs. Green—"
"Mrs. who?"
"Green, sir, my mother-in-law, don't use me well, and I would rather go to sea, or seek my living in any way, than go back again to her; and if I were to come into your service, all I would ask would be, that you did not let her know where I was."
"Humph! Your mother-in-law, you say?"
"Yes, sir. I have been far happier since I ran away from her, than I have been for a long time past."
"Ah, you ran away? Where lives she?"
"At Oxford28. I came to London in the waggon29, and at every step the lazy horses took, I felt a degree of pleasure that I was placing a greater distance between me and oppression."
"Your own name?"
"Charley Green. It was all very well as long as my father lived; but when he was no more, my mother-in-law began her ill-usage of me. I bore it as long as I could, and then I ran away. If you can take me, sir, I hope you will."
"No harm done, sir. I will try my fortune elsewhere."
Todd began sharpening a razor, as the boy went to the door again.
"Shall I take him?" he said to himself. "I do want some one for the short time I shall be here. Humph! An orphan31—strange in London. No one to care for him. The very thing for me. No prying32 friends—nowhere to run, the moment he is sent of an errand, with open mouth, proclaiming this and that has happened in the shop. I will have him."
"Hoi!—hoi!"
Johanna turned round, and came back in a minute. Todd had caught at the bait at last. She got close to the door.
"Upon consideration," said Todd, "I will speak to you again. But just run and see what the time is by St. Dunstan's Church."
"St.—St. who?" said Johanna, looking around her with a bewildered, confused sort of air. "St. who?"
"St. Dunstan's, in Fleet Street."
"Fleet Street? If you will direct me, sir, I dare say I shall find it—oh, yes. I am good at finding places."
"He is strange in London," muttered Todd. "I am satisfied of that. He is strange. Come in—come in, and shut the door after you."
With a heart beating with violence, that was positively34 fearful, Johanna followed Todd into the shop, carefully closing the door behind her, as she had been ordered to do.
"Now," said Todd, "nothing in the world but my consideration for your orphan and desolate35 condition, could possibly induce me to think of taking you in; but the fact is, being an orphan myself—(here Todd made a hideous grimace)—I say, being an orphan myself, with little to distress36 me amid the oceans and quicksands of this wicked world, some very strong sense of religion—(another hideous grimace)—I naturally feel for you."
"Thank you, sir."
"I hope so, sir."
"Humph! Well, we will say more upon that all-important subject another time, and if I consent to be your master, a—a—a—"
"Charley Green, sir."
"Ay, Charley Green. If I consent to take you for a week upon trial, you must wholly attribute it to my feelings."
"Certainly, sir."
"Have you any idea yourself as to terms?"
"None in the least, sir."
"Very good. Then you will not be disappointed. I shall give you sixpence a week, and your board wages of threepence a day, besides perquisites38. The threepence I advise you to spend in three penny pies, at Mrs. Lovett's, in Bell Yard. They are the most nutritious39 and appetizing things you can buy; and in the Temple you will find an excellent pump, so that the half hour you will be allowed for dinner will be admirably consumed in your walk to the pie shop, and from thence to the pump, and then home here again."
"Yes, sir."
"You will sleep under the counter, here, of a night, and the perquisites I mention will consist of the use of the pewter wash-hand basin, the soap, and the end of a towel."
"Yes, sir."
"You will hear and see much in this place. Perhaps now and then you will be surprised at something; but—but, master Charley, if you go and gossip about me or my affairs, or what you see, or what you hear, or what you think you would like to see or hear, I'll cut your throat!"
"Charley" started.
"Oh! sir," he said, "you may rely upon me. I will be quite discreet40. I am a fortunate lad to get so soon into the employment of such an exemplary master."
"Ha!"
"Fortunate lad," he said. "Exemplary master! How true. Ha!"—Poor Johanna shuddered42 at that dreadful charnel-house sort of laugh.
"My God," she thought, "was that the last sound that rung in the ears of my poor Mark, ere he bade adieu to this world for ever?" Then she could not but utter a sort of groan43.
"What's that?" said Todd.
"What, sir?"
"I—I thought some one groaned44, or—or sighed. Was it you? No.—Well, it was nothing. See if that water on the fire is hot. Do you hear me? Well—well don't be alarmed. Is it hot?"
"I think."
"Think! Put your hand in it."
"Quite hot, sir."
"Well, then, master Charley—Ah! A customer! Come in, sir; come in, if you please, sir. A remarkably45 fine day, sir. Cloudy, though. Pray be seated, sir. A-hem! Now, Charley, bustle—bustle. Shaved, sir, I presume? D—n the door!"
Todd was making exertions46 to shut the door after the entrance of a stout-built man, in an ample white coat and a broad brimmed farmer looking hat; but he could not get it close, and then the stout-built man cried out—
"Why don't you come in, Bob—leave off your tricks. Why you is old enough to know better."
"It's only me," said another stout-built man, in another white coat, as he came in with a broad grin upon his face. "It's only me, Mr. Barber—ha! ha! ha!"
"Well, it was a good joke. I could not for the moment think what it was kept the door from shutting, and I always close it, because there's a mad dog in the neighbourhood, you see, gentlemen."
Crack went something to the floor.
"It's this mug, sir," said Charley. "I dropped it."
"Well—well, my dear, don't mind that. Accidents, you know, will happen; bless you."
Todd, as he said this, caught up a small piece of Charley's hair in his finger and thumb, and gave it a terrific pinch. Poor Johanna with difficulty controlled her tears.
"Now, sir, be seated if you please. From the country, I suppose, sir?"
"Yes. A clean shave, if you please. We comed up from Barkshire, both on us, with beasts."
"You and your brother, sir?"
"My cousin, t'other'un is; ain't you Bill?"
"Yes, to be sure."
"Now, Charley, the soap dish. Look alive—look alive, my little man, will you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You must excuse him being rather slow, gentlemen, but he's not used to the business yet, poor boy—no father, no mother, no friend in all the world but me, sir."
"Really!"
"Yes, poor lad, but thank God I have a heart—Leave the whiskers as they are, sir?—Yes, and I can feel for the distresses48 of a fellow creature. Many's the—Your brother—I beg pardon, cousin, will be shaved likewise, sir?—pound I have given away in the name of the Lord. Charley, will you look alive with that soap dish. A pretty boy, sir; is he not?"
"Very. His complexion49 is like—like a pearl."
Johanna dropped the soap dish, and clasped her hands over her eyes. That word "pearl" had for the moment got the better of her.
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guilt
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