In a very small office, situate in a very large warehouse1, in that great storehouse of the world’s wealth, Tooley Street, sat a clerk named Edward Hooper.
Among his familiar friends Edward was better known by the name of Ned.
He was seated on the top of a tall three-legged stool, which, to judge from the uneasy and restless motions of its occupant, must have been a peculiarly uncomfortable seat indeed.
There was a clock on the wall just opposite to Ned’s desk, which that young gentleman was in the habit of consulting frequently—very frequently—and comparing with his watch, as if he doubted its veracity2. This was very unreasonable3, for he always found that the two timepieces told the truth; at least, that they agreed with each other. Nevertheless, in his own private heart, Ned Hooper thought that clock—and sometimes called it—“the slowest piece of ancient furniture he had ever seen.”
During one of Ned’s comparisons of the two timepieces the door opened, and Mr Auberly entered, with a dark cloud, figuratively speaking, on his brow.
At the same moment the door of an inner office opened, and Mr Auberly’s head clerk, who had seen his employer’s approach through the dusty window, issued forth4 and bowed respectfully, with a touch of condolence in his air, as he referred with much regret to the fire at Beverly Square, and hoped that Miss Auberly was not much the worse of her late alarm.
“Well, she is not the better for it,” said Mr Auberly; “but I hope she will be quite well soon. Indeed, the doctor assures me of this, if care is taken of her. I wish that was the only thing on my mind just now; but I am perplexed5 about another matter, Mr Quill6. Are you alone?”
“Quite alone, sir,” said Quill, throwing open the door of the inner office.
“I want to consult with you about Frederick,” said Mr Auberly as he entered.
The door shut out the remainder of the consultation7 at this point, so Edward Hooper consulted the clock again and sighed.
If sighs could have delivered Hooper from his sorrows, there is no doubt that the accumulated millions of which he was delivered in that office, during the last five years, would have filled him with a species of semi-celestial bliss8.
At last, the hands of the clock reached the hour, the hour that was wont9 to evoke10 Ned’s last sigh and set him free; but it was an aggravating11 clock. Nothing would persuade it to hurry. It would not, for all the untold12 wealth contained in the great stores of Tooley Street, have abated13 the very last second of the last minute of the hour. On the contrary, it went through that second quite as slowly as all the others. Ned fancied it went much slower at that one on purpose; and then, with a sneaking14 parade of its intention to begin to strike, it gave a prolonged hiss15, and did its duty, and nothing but its duty; by striking the hour at a pace so slow, that it recalled forcibly to Ned Hooper’s imaginative mind, “the minute-gun at sea.”
There was a preliminary warning given by that clock some time before the premonitory hiss. Between this harbinger of coming events, and the joyful17 sound which was felt to be “an age,” Ned was wont to wipe his pen and arrange his papers. When the hiss began, he invariably closed his warehouse book and laid it in the desk, and had the desk locked before the first stroke of the hour. While the “minute-gun at sea” was going on, he changed his office-coat for a surtout, not perfectly18 new, and a white hat with a black band, the rim19 of which was not perfectly straight. So exact and methodical was Ned in these operations, that his hand usually fell on the door-latch as the last gun was fired by the aggravating clock. On occasions of unusual celerity he even managed to drown the last shot in the bang of the door, and went off with a sensation of triumph.
On the present occasion, however, Ned Hooper deemed it politic20 to be so busy, that he could not attend to the warnings of the timepiece. He even sat on his stool a full quarter of an hour beyond the time of departure. At length, Mr Auberly issued forth.
“Mr Quill,” said he, “my mind is made up, so it is useless to urge such considerations on me. Good-night.”
Mr Quill, whose countenance21 was sad, looked as though he would willingly have urged the considerations referred to over again, and backed them up with a few more; but Mr Auberly’s tone was peremptory22, so he only opened the door, and bowed the great man out.
“You can go, Hooper,” said Mr Quill, retiring slowly to the inner office, “I will lock up. Send the porter here.”
This was a quite unnecessary permission. Quill, being a good-natured, easy-going man, never found fault with Ned Hooper, and Ned being a presumptuous23 young fellow, though good-humoured enough, never waited for Mr Quill’s permission to go. He was already in the act of putting on the white hat; and, two seconds afterwards, was in the street wending his way homeward.
There was a tavern24 named the “Angel” at the corner of one of the streets off Tooley Street, which Edward Hooper had to pass every evening on his way home. Ned, we grieve to say, was fond of his beer; he always found it difficult to pass a tavern. Yet, curiously25 enough, he never found any difficulty in passing this tavern; probably because he always went in and slaked26 his thirst before passing it.
“Good evening, Mr Hooper,” said the landlord, who was busy behind his counter serving a motley and disreputable crew.
Hooper nodded in reply, and said good evening to Mrs Butler, who attended to the customers at another part of the counter.
“Good evenin’, sir. W’at’ll you ’ave to-night, sir?”
“Pot o’ the same, Mrs B,” replied Ned.
This was the invariable question and reply, for Ned was a man of regularity27 and method in everything that affected28 his personal comforts. Had he brought one-tenth of this regularity and method to bear on his business conduct, he would have been a better and a happier man.
The foaming29 pot was handed, and Ned conversed30 with Mrs Butler while he enjoyed it, and commenced his evening, which usually ended in semi-intoxication.
John Barret did not drink, but he smoked; and, while waiting for his companion, he solaced33 himself with a pipe. He was a fine manly34 fellow, very different from Ned; who, although strong of limb and manly enough, was slovenly35 in gait and dress, and bore unmistakable marks of dissipation about him.
“Very odd; he’s later than usual,” muttered Barret, as he glanced out at the window, and then at the tea-table, which, with the tea-service, and, indeed everything in the room, proved that the young men were by no means wealthy.
“He’ll be taking an extra pot at the ‘Angel,’” muttered John Barret, proceeding36 to re-light his pipe, while he shook his head gravely; “but he’ll be here soon.”
A foot on the stair caused Barret to believe that he was a true prophet; but the rapidity and firmness of the step quickly disabused37 him of that idea.
“Fred Auberly!” exclaimed Barret in surprise.
“Won’t you welcome me?” demanded Fred.
“Welcome you? Of course I will, most heartily39, old boy!” cried Barret, seizing his friend’s hand and wringing40 it; “but if you burst in on a fellow unexpectedly in this fashion, and with such wild looks, why—”
“Well, well, don’t explain, man; I hate explanations. I have come here for sympathy,” said Fred Auberly, shutting the door and sitting down by the fire.
“Sympathy, Fred?”
“Ay, sympathy. When a man is in distress41 he naturally craves42 for sympathy, and he turns, also naturally, to those who can and will give it—not to everybody, John Barret—only to those who can feel with him as well as for him. I am in distress, John, and ever since you and I fought our first and last battle at Eton, I have found you a true sympathiser. So now, is your heart ready to receive the flood of my sorrows?”
Young Auberly said the latter part of this in a half-jesting tone, but he was evidently in earnest, so his friend replied by squeezing his hand warmly, and saying, “Let’s hear about it, Fred,” while he re-lighted his pipe.
Barret turned on his friend a quick look of surprise, and then said, with a smile:
“Well, I admit that it is not quite equal to a certain mansion44 in Beverly Square that I wot of, but it’s good enough for a poor clerk in an insurance office.”
“You are right,” continued Auberly; “it is not equal to that mansion, whose upper floors are at this moment a chevaux-de-frise of charcoal45 beams and rafters depicted46 on a dark sky, and whose lower floors are a fantastic compound of burned bricks and lime, broken boards, and blackened furniture.”
“You don’t mean to say there’s been a fire?” exclaimed Barret.
“And you don’t mean to tell me, do you, that a clerk in a fire insurance office does not know it?”
“I have been ill for two days,” returned Barret, “and have not seen the papers; but I’m very sorry to hear of it; indeed I am. The house is insured, of course?”
“I believe it is,” replied Fred carelessly; “but that is not what troubles me.”
“No?” exclaimed his friend.
“No,” replied the other. “If the house had not been insured my father has wealth enough in those abominably47 unpicturesque stores in Tooley Street to rebuild the whole of Beverly Square if it were burnt down. The fire costs me not a thought, although, by the way, it nearly cost me my life, in a vain attempt I made to rescue my poor dear sister Loo—”
“Vain attempt!” exclaimed Barret, with a look of concern.
“Ay, vain, as far as I was concerned; but a noble fireman—a fellow that would make a splendid model for Hercules in the Life Academy—sprang to the rescue after me and saved her. God bless him! Dear Loo has got a severe shake, but the doctors say that we have only to take good care of her, and she will do well. But to return to my woes48. Listen, John, and you shall hear.”
Fred Auberly paused, as though meditating49 how he should commence.
“You know,” said he, “that I am my father’s only son, and Loo his only daughter.”
“Yes.”
“Well, my father has disinherited me and left the whole of his fortune to Loo. As far as dear Loo is concerned I am glad; for myself I am sad, for it is awkward, to say the least of it, to have been brought up with unlimited50 command of pocket-money, and expectations of considerable wealth, and suddenly to find myself all but penniless, without a profession and without expectations, at the age of twenty-two.”
“Failing Loo,” continued Fred calmly, “my father’s fortune goes to some distant relative.”
“But why? wherefore?” exclaimed Barret.
“You shall hear,” continued Auberly. “You are aware that ever since I was able to burn the end of a stick and draw faces on the nursery-door, I have had a wild, insatiable passion for drawing; and ever since the memorable52 day on which I was whipped by my father, and kissed, tearfully, by my beloved mother, for caricaturing our cook on the dining-room window with a diamond-ring, I have had an earnest, unextinguishable desire to become a—a painter, an artist, a dauber, a dirtier of canvas. D’ye understand?”
“Perfectly,” said Barret.
“Well, my father has long been resolved, it seems, to make me a man of business, for which I have no turn whatever. You are aware that for many years I have dutifully slaved and toiled53 at these heavy books in our office—which have proved so heavy that they have nearly squeezed the soul out of me—and instead of coming to like them better (as I was led to believe I should), I have only come to hate them more. During all this time, too, I have been studying painting late and early, and although I have not gone through the regular academical course, I have studied much in the best of all schools, that of Nature. I have urged upon my father repeatedly and respectfully, that it is possible for me to uphold the credit of the family as a painter; that, as the business can be carried on by subordinates, there is no necessity for me to be at the head of it; and that, as he has made an ample fortune already, the half of which he had told me was to be mine, I would be quite satisfied with my share, and did not want any more. But my father would never listen to my arguments. The last time we got on the subject he called me a mean-spirited fellow, and said he was sorry I had ever been born; whereupon I expressed regret that he had not been blessed with a more congenial and satisfactory son, and tried to point out that it was impossible to change my nature. Then I urged all the old arguments over again, and wound up by saying that even if I were to become possessor of the whole of his business to-morrow, I would sell it off, take to painting as a profession, and become the patron of aspiring54 young painters from that date forward!
“To my surprise and consternation55, this last remark put him in such a towering rage, that he vowed56 he would disinherit me, if I did not then and there throw my palette and brushes into the fire. Of course, I declined to do such an act, whereupon he dismissed me from his presence for ever. This occurred on the morning of the day of the fire. I thought he might perhaps relent after such an evidence of the mutability of human affairs. I even ventured to remind him that Tooley Street was not made of asbestos, and that an occasional fire occurred there! But this made him worse than ever; so I went the length of saying that I would, at all events, in deference57 to his wishes, continue to go to the office at least for some time to come. But, alas58! I had roused him to such a pitch that he refused to hear of it, unless I should ‘throw my palette and brushes into the fire!’ Flesh and blood, you know, could not do that, so I left him, and walked off twenty miles into the country to relieve my feelings. There I fell in with such a splendid ‘bit;’ a sluice59, with a stump60 of a tree, and a winding61 bit of water with overhanging willows62, and a peep of country beyond! I sat down and sketched63, and forgot my woes, and rejoiced in the fresh air and delightful64 sounds of birds, and cows, and sheep, and hated to think of Tooley Street. Then I slept in a country inn, walked back to London next day, and, voilà! here I am!”
“No, I don’t think it. On the contrary, I know it won’t. He is a good man; but he has an iron will, which I never saw subdued66.”
“Then, my dear Fred, I advise you to consider the propriety67 of throwing your palette and brushes into—”
“My dear John, I did not come here for your advice. I came for your sympathy.”
“And you have it, Fred,” cried Barret earnestly. “But have you really such an unconquerable love for painting?”
“Have I really!” echoed Fred. “Do you think I would have come to such a pass as this for a trifle? Why, man, you have no idea how my soul longs for the life of a painter, for the free fresh air of the country, for the poetry of the woods, the water, and the sky, for the music of bird and beast and running brook68. You know the true proverb, ‘Man made the town; but God made the country!’”
“What,” asked Barret, “would become of the town, if all men thought as you do?”
“Oh! John Barret, has town life so marred69 your once fine intellect, that you put such a question in earnest? Suppose I answer it by another: What would become of the country if all men thought and acted as you do?”
Barret smiled and smoked.
“And what,” continued Auberly, “would become of the fine arts if all men delighted in dirt, dust, dullness, and desks? Depend upon it, John, that our tastes and tendencies are not the result of accident; they were given to us for a purpose. I hold it as an axiom that when a man or a boy has a strong and decided70 bias71 or partiality for any particular work that he knows something about, he has really a certain amount of capacity for that work beyond the average of men, and is led thereto by a higher power than that of man. Do not misunderstand me. I do not say that, when a boy expresses a longing72 desire to enter the navy or the army, he has necessarily an aptitude73 for these professions. Far from it. He has only a romantic notion of something about which, experimentally, he knows nothing; but, when man or boy has put his hand to any style of work, and thereafter loves it and longs after it, I hold that that is the work for which he was destined74, and for which he is best suited.”
“Perhaps you are right,” said Barret, smoking harder than ever. “At all events, I heartily sympathise with you, and—”
At this point the conversation was interrupted by a loud burst of whistling, as the street-door opened and the strains of “Rule Britannia” filled the entire building. The music was interrupted by the sudden opening of another door, and a rough growl75 from a male voice.
“Don’t get waxy76, old feller,” said the performer in a youthful voice, “I ain’t a-goin’ to charge you nothink for it. I always do my music gratis77; havin’ a bee-nevolient turn o’ mind.”
The door was slammed violently, and “Rule Britannia” immediately burst forth with renewed and pointed78 emphasis.
Presently it ceased, and a knock came to Barret’s door.
“Well, what d’ye want, you noisy scamp?” said Barret, flinging the door open, and revealing the small figure of Willie Willders.
“Please, sir,” said Willie, consulting the back of a note; “are you Mister T–Tom—Tupper, Esquire?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Ain’t there sitch a name in the house?”
“No, not that I know of.”
Willie’s face looked blank.
“Well, I was told he lived here,” he muttered, again consulting the note.
“Here, let me look,” said Barret, taking the note from the boy. “This is Tippet, not Tupper. He lives in the top floor. By the way, Auberly,” said Barret, glancing over his shoulder, “Isn’t Tom Tippet a sort of connection of yours?”
“Yes; a distant one,” said Fred carelessly, “too distant to make it worth while our becoming acquainted. He’s rich and eccentric, I’m told. Assuredly, he must be the latter if he lives in such a hole as this. What are you staring at, boy?”
This question was put to Willie.
“Please, sir, are you the Mr Auberly who was a’most skumfished with smoke at the Beverly Square fire t’other day, in tryin’ to git hold o’ yer sister?”
Fred could not but smile as he admitted the fact.
“Please, sir, I hope yer sister ain’t the wuss of it, sir.”
“Not much, I hope; thank you for inquiring; but how come you to know about the fire, and to be interested in my sister?”
“’Cause I was there, sir; an’ it was my brother, sir, Frank Willders, as saved your sister.”
“Was it, indeed!” exclaimed Fred, becoming suddenly interested. “Come, let me hear more about your brother.”
Willie, nothing loth, related every fact he was acquainted with in regard to Frank’s career, and his own family history, in the course of which he revealed the object of his visit to Mr Tippet. When he had finished, Frederick Auberly shook hands with him and said:
“Now, Willie, go and deliver your note. If the application is successful, well; but if it fails, or you don’t like your work, just call upon me, and I’ll see what can be done for you.”
“Yes, sir, and thankee,” said Willie; “where did you say I was to call, sir?”
“Call at—eh—ah—yes, my boy, call here, and let my friend Mr Barret know you want to see me. He will let me know, and you shall hear from me. Just at present—well, never mind, go and deliver your note now. Your brother is a noble fellow. Good-night. And you’re a fine little fellow yourself,” he added, after Willie closed the door.
The fine little fellow gave vent16 to such a gush79 of “Rule Britannia” at the moment, that the two friends turned with a smile to each other.
Just then a man’s voice was heard at the foot of the stair, grumbling80 angrily. At the same moment young Auberly rose to leave.
“Good-night, Barret. I’ll write to you soon as to my whereabout and what about. Perhaps see you ere long.”
“Good-night again, Fred,” said Barret, almost pushing his friend out. “I have a particular reason for not wishing you to see the fr–, the man who is coming in.”
“All right, old fellow,” said Fred as he passed out, and drew up against the wall to allow a drunken man to stumble heavily into the room.
Next moment he was in the street hastening he knew not whither; but following the old and well-known route to Beverly Square.
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