"Ah," said that elongated2 lady, "it's all very well of Mrs. L. to say she would pay me for the day. I suppose she means to make a day of it, and that's the reason. Now, young man, what's for you?"
"A pork with a nob of veal3 in it to give it a relish," was the reply of the young scion4 of the law, to whom Stag had addressed herself.
"Go along with you, I don't want none o' your impertinence."
"Now, ma'am, look alive. Two veals if you please. One pork—five porks—four veals. Do you make half a veal?"
"No we don't."
"A hot pork—three porks—two porks—eight veals. Don't be pushing in that way—four porks—smash. There, now, I've dropped mine, and it's all along of you."
"Do be quiet," said Stag, "gentlemen do be quiet; 'patience,' says Paul, 'and I'll soon serve you all.' What are you laughing at, you little jackanapes? You ought to be ashamed of yourself to be making faces at a female twice you age."
"And three times your size," said a voice.
There was a great roar of laughter at this, but by degrees poor Stag got through the business of the twelve o'clock batch, and sat down with a sigh, to console herself, by eating two or three of the most luscious-looking that remained.
"It ain't to be denied," said Stag, "but they are good. I never met with such gravy5 in all my life as is in 'em. Yes, they are first-rate. I'll just put one in the crown of my bonnet6, for there's no knowing a minute now when Mrs. L. may pop in upon one at unawares-like. It's a comfort to have one of these pies, promiscous like, at one's hand, to lay hold of just in this sort of way, and pass in one's mouth in this kind of way. Oh, heart alive, but this is a good one. I declare the gravy is running out of it like water from a plug, when there's no house on fire, and it ain't wanted."
Mrs. Stag would have done very well indeed if she could but have got something to drink. That certainly was a drawback, that at first the lady's ingenuity7 did not present any means of speedily overcoming; but as necessity is the mother of invention, Mrs. Stag at last hit upon a plan.
"There's plenty of money in the till, of course," she said, "and suppose I stand at the door, and wait, till some wretch8 of a boy passes, and then give him a halfpenny for himself, just to run to the corner and get me a drop of something warm and comfortable."
Mrs. Stag had no sooner started this "suppose," than she felt a burning desire to carry it out; and accordingly, history says, that at a quarter to one she might have been seen at the door of Mrs. Lovett's pie-shop, with a shilling in one hand, a halfpenny in another, and a bottle concealed9 in her pocket, looking like an ogress at every boy who passed, and who looked as though he wanted a halfpenny, and consequently would go upon the secret message, for the purpose of earning one there and then.
Presently one came along the centre of Bell Yard, who seemed just the sort of person.
"Boy, boy!" cried Mrs. Stag.
"Well, old 'un," he replied, "what do you bring it in—Wilful Murder with the chill off, or what?"
"Don't be owdacious. If you want to earn a penny—I mean a halfpenny—honestly, take this shilling and this bottle, and go to the corner, and get a quartern of the best."
"The best what?"
"Oh, you foolish boy. Gin, of course; but remember that my eye is upon you."
It was well that Mrs. Stag spoke10 in the singular regarding her optical organ, for she had but one. The boy professed11 a ready acquiescence12, and away he went, with the bottle and the shilling. Alas13! Mrs. Stag was left lamenting14. He came not back again, and from thenceforward Mrs. Stag lost the small amount of faith she had had in boyhood. The well-concocted scheme had failed, and there she was, with countless15 halfpence in the till, and so thirsting for strong water, that she was half inclined to make a grand rush herself to the nearest public-house, and chance any one in the interim16 helping17 themselves to the pies ad lib.
But she was not reduced to that extremity18. Suddenly the window was darkened by a shadow, and through one of the topmost panes19 an immense hideous21 face, with an awful grin upon it, confronted Mrs. Stag.
The good lady was fascinated—not in an agreeable sense, but in quite the reverse—she could not take her eyes from off the hideous gigantic face, as it placed itself close to the frame of ill-made greenish glass, in order to get a good view into the shop.
"Goodness gracious, it's Luficer himself!" said Mrs. Stag. "I'm a lost woman. Quite a lost woman. I'm undone22. It's Luficer himself, I'm sure and certain!"
Probably the hideous eyes that belonged to the hideous face, conveyed the impression to the brain behind them that Mrs. Stag was in a state of apprehension23; for suddenly the face was withdrawn24, and Todd—yes, Todd himself, for to whom else could such a face belong?—made his way into the shop.
"If you please, sir. I—I ain't ready yet."
"Ready for what?" said Todd.
"To go to—to—the brimstone beds, if you please, sir. I haven't done half enough yet."
"Pho!" said Todd. "My good woman, you don't surely take me for the devil? I am an old friend of Mrs. Lovett's, and a neighbour. I have just stepped in to ask her how she does to day."
Mrs. Stag drew a long breath of relief as she said—
"Threw my face out of shape a little," said Todd, making one of his most hideous contortions28, and finishing it off with a loud "Ha!"
Mrs. Stag nearly fell off her chair. But it was not Todd's wish to frighten her, although he had, in the hilarity29 of his heart, yielded, like Lord Brougham, to the speculative30 fun of the moment. He now tried to reassure31 her.
"Don't be at all alarmed at me, madam," he said. "Mrs. Lovett laughs often at my little funny ways. Is she at home?"
Todd knew what sort of home he had provided Mrs. Lovett with, and this visit to Bell Yard was one partly of curiosity and partly of triumph, to ascertain32 how she had left things in her absence from her establishment.
"No, sir," said Mrs. Stag, replying to the question of Todd; "she is not at home, sir."
"Dear me, I thought she was always in at this time of the day. When, madam, do you expect her?"
"Leastways," said Mrs. Stag, "I don't know, sir."
"Were you here, madam, when she left home?"
"Yes, I were."
"Oh, and did she leave any message, madam, in case Mr. Todd from Fleet Street should call? Pray recollect33 yourself, my dear madam, as it may possibly be important. I do not say that it is, but it may be."
"No, sir," replied Mrs. Stag; "oh dear, no. All she said was, that she was going to a christening."
"A christening? Ha! She has been christened!"
"Sir!"
"I only said she had been christened, and no stint34 of the water, that was all, madam; but I perfectly35 understand you. Mrs. Lovett has gone to the christening of some one of those sweet little innocents, all perfume and flabbiness, that take one's heart completely by storm. Ah, my dear madam, when one looks at the slumbering36 infant, how one feels an irresistible37 desire to smother38 it."
"Lor, sir!"
"With soft kisses, my dear madam. Only fancy me now a baby!"
Todd made so awful a contortion27 of visage contingent39 upon this supposition that poor Mrs. Stag, in the nervous condition which the whole adventure had thrown her into, nearly fainted right away. Indeed, the only thing that recovered her was hearing her visitor say—
"I am really very thirsty to-day. How do you feel, madam?"
These were delightful40 words.
"Oh, sir," she said, "how very odd. I am thirsty likewise."
"Well, that is remarkable," said Todd. "Now, my dear madam, I don't make a common thing of saying as much to anybody, but you, who are a lady evidently of refined taste and intellectual capabilities41, I am sure, will understand me, and make allowances for my feelings when I say that I prefer to anything else—gin!"
"You don't mean it, sir?"
"Indeed, but I do."
"Oh, how could I mistake you for anything but a very nice man indeed, and a perfect gentleman. It's one of the most singular things in all the world, but I never do hardly take anything, yet what I do take is—is—"
"Gin."
Mrs. Stag nodded and smiled faintly.
"Well, my dear madam, I don't see why we should not have a drop while I wait for Mrs. Lovett. Don't you trouble yourself, my dear madam. Now really do not. I know that you will like to have to say to that good, delightful, Mrs. Lovett, that you have not left the shop since she was absent; I will get it. They will lend me a bottle, and I have capacious pockets."
"But for you, sir, to—"
Todd was gone.
"Well, really, he is a very nice sort of conversable man," said Mrs. Stag to herself, "when you come to know him, and he ain't near so ugly as he looks after all. I do hope Mrs. Lovett won't trouble herself to come home for the next half hour, since Mr. Todd has been so good as to call and to make himself so very agreeable about the—the gin."
Todd went into Fleet Street for the gin, and he returned by the dark archway leading into Bell Yard. It was darker then than it is now, and in the deepness of an ancient doorway42, he paused to drop into the gin—not a deadly poison—but such a potion as he knew would soon wrap up the senses of Mrs. Lovett's substitute in oblivion.
He did not say anything, but he gave one laugh, and then he walked on to the pie-shop, where he was eagerly and warmly welcomed by Mrs. Stag, who very assiduously placed a chair for him, saying, as she did so, that "Mrs. Lovett would quite stare if she were to pop in just then, and see them enjoying themselves, in a manner of speaking, in so delightful a manner."
"I should stare!" said Todd.
"You would, sir?"
"Yes; I rather am inclined to think that that christening business will detain her. By this time she has got into the thick of it, my dear madam, you may depend, although I am quite certain she will be strictly44 temporate, and take nothing but water."
"Do you think so, sir?"
"I am sure of it. Can you find a glass, madam? I have not the happiness of knowing your name."
"Stay, if you please, sir. I have one glass here without a foot. It's an odd thing, but Mrs. Lovett shuts up the place when she goes out, as if we were all thieves and murderers."
"Does she really? Well—well, we will manage with one glass, my dear Mrs. Stag. It is the first time we have had a drop together, and I have only to hope that it will not be the last. I ought not, perhaps, to say it before your face, but you are the most entertaining company that I have met with for a long time.—Drink, madam."
"After you, sir."
"No—no, I insist."
Mrs. Stag drank off the full glass that Todd presented her with, and then affecting to pour one out for himself, but dexterously45 keeping the bottle between him and the lady, he only carried the empty glass to his lips. Now, Mrs. Stag was a decided46 connoisseur47 in gin, and she suddenly assumed a thoughtful air, and looked up to the ceiling as she slightly moved her lips.
"Rather an unusual taste after it's down, don't you think, sir?" she said.
"Has it? Well, I don't know. Perhaps you have been tasting a pie, madam, and that may have influenced the flavour. Try it again. You never can tell the taste of a glass of gin, in my opinion, until you have taken two at least. Try this, Mrs. Stag."
"Really I—I. Thank you, sir."
Off went a second glass, and then Todd glared at her with the eyes of a fiend, as he said, placing the bottle upon the counter, "That ought to be a dose, I think."
"Sir?" stammered48 Mrs. Stag. "I—I—God bless me—I—sir—gin—I—that is lots of pies—gin—gravy. Mrs. Lovett—in the crown of a bonnet—I—my dear, my dear—Bless us all. Lock it all up—no—no—no. Gin—I—good again—Pies—gravy."
Todd caught her by the throat or she would have fallen; and then, as she became quite insensible, he thrust her under the counter.
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