She was a poor member of a poor branch of an aristocratic family, and feeling an unconquerable desire to breathe, if not the pure unadulterated atmosphere of Beverly Square, at least as much of it as was compatible with a very moderate income, she rented a small house in a very dark and dismal3 lane leading out of that great centre of refinement4.
It is true that Beverly Square was not exactly the “West End,” but there are many degrees of West-endiness, so to speak, in the western neighbourhood of London, and this square was, in the opinion of Miss Tippet, the West-endiest place she knew, because there dwelt in it, not only a very genteel and uncommonly5 rich portion of the community, but several of her own aristocratic, though distant, relations, among whom was Mr Auberly.
The precise distance of the relationship between them had never been defined, and all records bearing on it having been lost in the mists of antiquity6, it could not now be ascertained7; but Miss Tippet laid claim to the relationship, and as she was an obliging, good-humoured, chatty, and musical lady, Mr Auberly admitted the claim.
Miss Tippet’s only weakness—for she was indeed a most estimable woman—was a tendency to allow rank and position to weigh too much in her esteem8. She had also a sensitive abhorrence9 of everything “low and vulgar,” which would have been, of course, a very proper feeling had she not fallen into the mistake of considering humble10 birth lowness, and want of polish vulgarity—a mistake which is often (sometimes even wilfully) made by persons who consider themselves much wiser than Miss Tippet, but who are not wise enough to see a distinct shade of true vulgarity in their own sentiments.
The dark, dismal lane, named Poorthing Lane, besides forming an asylum11 for decayed and would-be aristocrats12, and a vestibule, as it were, to Beverly Square, was a convenient retreat for sundry13 green-grocers and public-house keepers and small trades-people, who supplied the densely-peopled surrounding district, and even some of the inhabitants of Beverly Square itself, with the necessaries of life. It was also a thoroughfare for the gay equipages of the square, which passed through it daily on their way to and from the adjoining stables, thereby14 endangering the lives of precocious15 babies who could crawl, but could not walk away from home, as well as affording food for criticism and scandal, not to mention the leaving behind of a species of secondhand odour of gentility such as coachmen and footmen can give forth16.
Miss Tippet’s means being small, she rented a proportionately small residence, consisting of two floors, which were the upper portion of a house, whose ground floor was a toy-shop. The owner of the toy-shop, David Boone, was Miss Tippet’s landlord; but not the owner of the tenement17. He rented the whole, and sublet18 the upper portion. Miss Tippet’s parlour windows commanded a near view of the lodging19 opposite, into every corner and crevice20 of which she could have seen, had not the windows been encrusted with impenetrable dirt. Her own domestic arrangements were concealed21 from view by small green venetian blinds, which rose from below, and met the large venetians which descended22 from above. The good lady’s bedroom windows in the upper floor commanded a near view—much too near—of a stack of chimneys, between which and another stack, farther over, she had a glimpse of part of the gable end of a house, and the topmost bough23 of a tree in Beverly Square. It was this prospect24 into paradise, terrestrially speaking, that influenced Miss Tippet in the choice of her abode25.
When William Willders reached the small door of Number 6, Poorthing Lane, and raised his hand to knock, the said door opened as if it had been trained to admit visitors of its own accord, and Miss Matty Merryon issued forth, followed by a bright blue-eyed girl of about twelve years of age.
“Well, boy, was ye comin’ here?” inquired Matty, as the lad stepped aside to let them pass.
“Yes, I was. Does Miss Tippet live here?”
“She does, boy, what d’ye want with her?”
“I want to see her, young ’ooman, so you’d better cut away up an’ tell her a gen’lm’n requests a few words private conversation with her.”
The little girl laughed at this speech, and Matty, addressing Willie as a “dirty spalpeen,” said he had better go with her to a shop first, and she’d then take him back and introduce him to Miss Tippet.
“You see I can’t let ye in all be yer lone26, cushla; for what would the neighbours say, you know! I’m only goin’ to the toy-shop, an’ won’t kape ye a minit, for Miss Emma don’t take long to her bargains.”
Willie might probably have demurred27 to this delay; but on hearing that the blue-eyed girl wanted to make purchases, he at once agreed to the proposal, and followed them into the toy-shop.
David Boone, who stepped out of the back-shop to serve them, was, if we may say so, very unlike his trade. A grave, tall, long-legged, long-nosed, raw-boned, melancholy-looking creature such as he, might have been an undertaker, or a mute, or a sexton, or a policeman, or a horse-guardsman, or even a lawyer; but it was the height of impropriety to have made him a toy-shopman, and whoever did it had no notion whatever of the fitness of things. One could not resist the idea that his clumsy legs would certainly upset the slender wooden toys with which the floor and counters were covered, and his fingers seemed made to break things. The figure of Punch which hung from the ceiling appeared inclined to hit him as he passed to and fro, and the pretty little dolls with the sweet pink faces, and very flaxen hair and cerulean eyes were evidently laughing at him.
Nevertheless, David Boone was a kind-hearted man, very fond of children, and extremely unlike, in some respects, what people imagined him at first sight to be.
“Please, Mr Boone, I want a slate30 and a piece of slate-pencil.” Emma looked up with a sweet smile at the tall shopman, who looked down upon her with grave benignity31, as he produced the articles required.
“D’you kape turpentine?” said Matty, as they were about to quit the shop.
“Sure, there’s no sin in askin’,” replied Matty in surprise at the man’s changed manner.
“Of course—of course not,” rejoined Boone with a slight look of confusion, as he made a sudden assault with his pocket-handkerchief on the cat, which was sleeping innocently in the window; “git out o’ that, you brute33; you’re always agoin’ in the winder, capsizin’ things. There! you’ve been an’ sat on the face o’ that ’ere wax doll till you’ve a’most melted it. Out o’ that with you! No, Miss Merryon,” he added, turning to the girl with his wonted urbanity, “I don’t keep turpentine, and I was only surprised you should ask for it in a toy-shop; but you’ll get it of Mr White next door. I don’t believe there’s anythink in the world as he can’t supply to his customers.”
David Boone bowed them out, and then re-entered the back-shop, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
“I don’t like it—I don’t even like to think of it, Gorman,” he said to a big low-browed man who sat smoking his pipe beside the little fireplace, the fire in which was so small that its smoke scarcely equalled in volume that of the pipe he smoked: “No, I don’t like it, and I won’t do it.”
“Well, well, you can please yourself,” said Gorman, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, and placing it in his vest pocket as he rose and buttoned his thick pea-jacket up to the chin; “but I’ll tell you what it is, if you are a descendant of the hunter of the far west that you boast so much about, it’s precious little of his pluck that you’ve got; an’ so I tell ’ee to your face, David Boone. All I’ve got to say is, that you’d better be wise and take my advice, and think better of it.”
So saying, Gorman went out, and slammed the door after him.
Meanwhile, Miss Matty Merryon, having purchased a small phial of turpentine, returned to Number 6, and ushered35 Willie Willders into the presence of her mistress.
Miss Emelina Tippet was neither tall nor stiff, nor angular nor bony; on the contrary, she was little and plump, and not bad-looking. And people often wondered why Miss Tippet was Miss Tippet and was not Mrs Somebody-else. Whatever the reason was, Miss Tippet never divulged36 it, so we won’t speculate about it here.
“A note, boy, from Mr Auberly?” exclaimed Miss Tippet, with a beaming smile; “give it me—thank you.”
She opened it and read attentively37, while Master Willie glanced round the parlour and took mental notes. Miss Emma Ward sat down on a stool in the window, ostensibly to “do sums,” but really to draw faces, all of which bore a strong caricatured resemblance to Willie, at whom she glanced slyly over the top of her slate.
Matty remained standing38 at the door to hear what the note was about. She did not pretend to busy herself about anything. There was no subterfuge39 in Matty. She had been Miss Tippet’s confidential40 servant before entering the service of Mr Auberly, and her extremely short stay in Beverly Square had not altered that condition. She had come to feel that she had a right to know all Miss Tippet’s affairs, and so waited for information.
“Ah!” exclaimed Miss Tippet, still reading, “yes; ‘get him a situation in your brother’s office,’ (oh, certainly, I’ll be sure to get that); ‘he seems smart, I might almost say impu—’ Ahem! Yes, well—.”
“Boy,” said Miss Tippet, turning suddenly to Willie, “your name is William Willders, I believe?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Well, William, Mr Auberly, my relative, asks me to get you into my brother’s—my brother’s, what’s ’is name—office. Of course, I shall be happy to try. I am always extremely happy to do anything for—yes, I suppose of course you can write, and, what d’ye call it—count—you can do arithmetic?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Willie.
“And you can spell—eh? I hope you can spell, Edward, a—I mean Thomas—is it, or William?”
Miss Tippet looked at Willie so earnestly and put this question in tones so solemn that he was much impressed, and felt as if all his earthly hopes hung on his reply, so he admitted that he could spell.
“Good,” continued Miss Tippet. “You are, I suppose, in rather poor circumstances. Is your father poor?”
“He’s dead, ma’am; was drowned.”
“Oh! shocking, that’s very sad. Was your mother drowned, too?”
“No, ma’am, she’s alive and well—at least she’s well for her, but she an’t over strong. That’s why I want to get work, that I may help her; and she wants me to be a clerk in a office, but I’d rather be a fireman. You couldn’t make me a fireman, could you, ma’am?”
At this point Willie caught Miss Ward gazing intently at him over the top of her slate, so he threw her into violent confusion by winking41 at her.
“No, boy, I can’t make you a fireman. Strange wish—why d’you want to be one?”
“’Cause it’s such jolly fun,” replied Willie; with real enthusiasm, “reg’lar bangin’ crashin’ sort o’ work—as good as fightin’ any day! An’ my brother Frank’s a fireman. Such a one, too, you’ve no notion; six fut four he is, an’ as strong as—oh, why, ma’am, he could take you up in one hand, ma’am, an’ twirl you round his head like an old hat! He was at the fire in Beverly Square last night.”
This speech was delivered with such vehemence42, contained so many objectionable sentiments, and involved such a dreadful supposition in regard to the treatment of Miss Tippet’s person, that the worthy43 lady was shocked beyond all expression. The concluding sentence, however, diverted her thoughts.
“Ah! was he indeed at that sad fire, and did he help to put it out?”
“Sure, an’ he did more than that,” exclaimed Matty, regarding the boy with sudden interest. “If that was yer brother that saved Miss Loo he’s a ra’al man—”
“Saved Loo!” cried Miss Tippet; “was it your brother that saved Loo?”
“Yes, ma’am, it was.”
“Bless him; he is a noble fellow, and I have great pleasure in taking you by the hand for his sake.”
Miss Tippet suited the action to the word, and seized Willie’s hand, which she squeezed warmly. Matty Merryon, with tears in her eyes, embraced him, and said that she only wished she had the chance of embracing his brother, too. Then they all said he must stay to lunch, as it was about lunchtime, and Miss Tippet added that he deserved to have been born in a higher position in life—at least his brother did, which was the same thing, for he was a true what’s-’is-name, who ought to be crowned with thingumyjigs.
Emma, who had latterly been looking at Willie with deepening respect, immediately crowned him with laurels44 on the slate, and then Matty rushed away for the lunch-tray—rejoicing in the fire, that had sent her back so soon to the old mistress whom she never wanted to leave; that had afforded scope for the display of such heroism45, and had brought about altogether such an agreeable state of unwonted excitation.
Just as the party were on the point of sitting down to luncheon46, the street-door knocker was applied47 to the door with an extremely firm touch.
“Miss Deemas!” exclaimed Miss Tippet. “Oh! I’m so glad. Rush, Matty.”
Matty rushed, and immediately there was a sound on the wooden passage as of a gentleman with heavy boots. A moment later, and Matty ushered in a very tall, broad-shouldered, strapping48 lady; if we may venture to use that expression in reference to one of the fair sex.
Miss Deemas was a sort of human eagle. She had an eagle eye, an aquiline49 nose, an eagle flounce, and an eagle heart. Going up to Miss Tippet, she put a hand on each of her shoulders, and stooping down, pecked her, so to speak, on each cheek.
“How are you, my dear?” said Miss Deemas, not by any means tenderly; but much in the tone in which one would expect to have one’s money or one’s life demanded.
“Quite well, dear Julia, and so glad to see you. It is so good of you to take me by surprise this way; just at lunch-time, too. Another plate and knife, Matty. This is a little boy—a friend—not exactly a friend, but a—a thingumy, you know.”
“No, I don’t know, Emelina, what is the precise ‘thingumy’ you refer to this time,” said the uncompromising and matter-of-fact Miss Deemas.
“You’re so particular, dear Julia,” replied Miss Tippet with a little sigh; “a what’s-’is-n–, a protégé, you know.”
“Indeed,” said Miss Deemas, regarding Willie with a severe frown, as if in her estimation all protégés were necessarily villains50.
“Yes, dear Julia, and, would you believe it, that this boy’s brother-in-law—”
“Brother, ma’am,” interrupted Willie.
“Yes, brother, actually saved my darling’s life last night, at the—the thing in Beverly Square.”
“What ‘darling’s life,’ and what ‘thing’ in Beverly Square?” demanded Miss Deemas.
“What! have you not heard of the fire last night in Beverly Square—my relative, James Auberly—living there with his family—all burnt to ashes—and my sweet Loo, too? A what’s-’is-name was brought, and a brave fireman went up it, through fire and water and smoke. Young Auberly went up before him and fell—heat and suffocation51—and saved her in his arms, and his name is Frank, and he’s this boy’s brother-in-law!”
To this brief summary, given with much excitement, Miss Deemas listened with quiet composure, and then said with grim sarcasm52, and very slowly:
“Let me see; there was a fire in Beverly Square last night, and James Auberly, living there with his family, were all burned to ashes.”
Miss Tippet here interrupted with, “No, no;” but her stern friend imposing53 silence, with an eagle look, continued:
“All burned to ashes, and also your sweet Loo. A ‘what’s-his-name’ having been brought, a brave fireman goes up it, and apparently54 never comes down again (burned to ashes also, I fancy); but young Auberly, who went up before him, and fell—heat and suffocation being the result—saved some one named ‘her’ in his arms; his name being Frank (owing no doubt to his having been re-baptised, for ever since I knew him he has been named Frederick), and he is this boy’s brother-in-law!”
By way of putting an extremely fine point on her sarcasm, Miss Deemas turned to Willie, with a very condescending55 air, and said:
“Pray, when did your sister marry Mr Frederick Auberly?”
Willie, with a face of meekness57, that can only be likened to that of a young turtle-dove, replied:
“Please, ma’am, it isn’t my sister as has married Mr Auberly; but it’s my brother, Frank Willders, as hopes to marry Miss Loo Auberly, on account o’ havin’ saved her life, w’en she comes of age, ma’am.”
Miss Deemas stood aghast, or rather sat aghast, on receiving this reply, and scanned Willie’s face with one of her most eagle glances; but that small piece of impudence58 wore an expression of weak good-nature, and winked59 its eyes with the humility60 of a subdued61 pup, while Miss Tippet looked half-horrified and half-amused; Matty grinned, and Emma squeaked62 through her nose.
“Yes, ma’am,” answered Willie, “my mother always said I wasn’t half so bad as I looked; and she’s aware that I’m absent from home.”
At this point Willie allowed a gleam of intelligence to shoot across his face, and he winked to Emma, who thereupon went into private convulsions in her handkerchief.
“Emelina,” said Miss Deemas solemnly, “let me warn you against that boy. He is a bad specimen64 of a bad sex. He is a precocious type of that base, domineering, proud and perfidious65 creature that calls itself ‘lord of creation,’ and which, in virtue66 of its superior physical power, takes up every position in life worth having,” (“except that of wife and mother,” meekly67 suggested Miss Tippet), “worth having” (repeated the eagle sternly, as if the position of wife and mother were not worth having), “worth having, and leaves nothing for poor weak-bodied, though not weak-minded woman to do, except sew and teach brats68. Bah! I hate men, and they hate me, I know it, and I would not have it otherwise. I wish they had never been made. I wish there had been none in the world but women. What a blessed world it would have been then!”
Miss Deemas hit the table with her hand, in a masculine manner, so forcibly, that the plates and glasses rattled69, then she resumed, for she was now on a favourite theme, and was delivering a lecture to a select audience.
“But, mark you, I’m not going to be put down by men. I mean to fight ’em with their own weapons. I mean to—”
She paused suddenly at this point, and, descending56 from her platform, advised Miss Tippet to dismiss the boy at once.
Poor Miss Tippet prepared to do so. She was completely under the power of Miss Deemas, whom, strange to say, she loved dearly. She really believed that they agreed with each other on most points, although it was quite evident that they were utterly70 opposed to each other in everything. Wherein the bond lay no philosopher could discover. Possibly it lay in the fact that they were absolute extremes, and, in verification of the proverb, had met.
Be this as it may, a note was quickly written to her brother, Thomas Tippet, Esquire, which was delivered to Willie, with orders to take it the following evening to London Bridge, in the neighbourhood of which Mr Tippet dwelt and carried on his business.
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