‘Boh!’ cried the dressmaker, popping in her head at the glass-door. ‘Mr Wolf at home?’
The old man took his glasses off, and mildly laid them down beside him. ‘Ah Jenny, is it you? I thought you had given me up.’
‘And so I had given up the treacherous2 wolf of the forest,’ she replied; ‘but, godmother, it strikes me you have come back. I am not quite sure, because the wolf and you change forms. I want to ask you a question or two, to find out whether you are really godmother or really wolf. May I?’
‘Yes, Jenny, yes.’ But Riah glanced towards the door, as if he thought his principal might appear there, unseasonably.
‘If you’re afraid of the fox,’ said Miss Jenny, ‘you may dismiss all present expectations of seeing that animal. HE won’t show himself abroad, for many a day.’
‘What do you mean, my child?’
‘I mean, godmother,’ replied Miss Wren4, sitting down beside the Jew, ‘that the fox has caught a famous flogging, and that if his skin and bones are not tingling5, aching, and smarting at this present instant, no fox did ever tingle6, ache, and smart.’ Therewith Miss Jenny related what had come to pass in the Albany, omitting the few grains of pepper.
‘Now, godmother,’ she went on, ‘I particularly wish to ask you what has taken place here, since I left the wolf here? Because I have an idea about the size of a marble, rolling about in my little noddle. First and foremost, are you Pubsey and Co., or are you either? Upon your solemn word and honour.’
The old man shook his head.
‘Secondly7, isn’t Fledgeby both Pubsey and Co.?’
The old man answered with a reluctant nod.
‘My idea,’ exclaimed Miss Wren, ‘is now about the size of an orange. But before it gets any bigger, welcome back, dear godmother!’
The little creature folded her arms about the old man’s neck with great earnestness, and kissed him. ‘I humbly8 beg your forgiveness, godmother. I am truly sorry. I ought to have had more faith in you. But what could I suppose when you said nothing for yourself, you know? I don’t mean to offer that as a justification9, but what could I suppose, when you were a silent party to all he said? It did look bad; now didn’t it?’
‘It looked so bad, Jenny,’ responded the old man, with gravity, ‘that I will straightway tell you what an impression it wrought10 upon me. I was hateful in mine own eyes. I was hateful to myself, in being so hateful to the debtor11 and to you. But more than that, and worse than that, and to pass out far and broad beyond myself — I reflected that evening, sitting alone in my garden on the housetop, that I was doing dishonour12 to my ancient faith and race. I reflected — clearly reflected for the first time — that in bending my neck to the yoke13 I was willing to wear, I bent14 the unwilling15 necks of the whole Jewish people. For it is not, in Christian16 countries, with the Jews as with other peoples. Men say, ‘This is a bad Greek, but there are good Greeks. This is a bad Turk, but there are good Turks.’ Not so with the Jews. Men find the bad among us easily enough — among what peoples are the bad not easily found? — but they take the worst of us as samples of the best; they take the lowest of us as presentations of the highest; and they say “All Jews are alike.” If, doing what I was content to do here, because I was grateful for the past and have small need of money now, I had been a Christian, I could have done it, compromising no one but my individual self. But doing it as a Jew, I could not choose but compromise the Jews of all conditions and all countries. It is a little hard upon us, but it is the truth. I would that all our people remembered it! Though I have little right to say so, seeing that it came home so late to me.’
The dolls’ dressmaker sat holding the old man by the hand, and looking thoughtfully in his face.
‘Thus I reflected, I say, sitting that evening in my garden on the housetop. And passing the painful scene of that day in review before me many times, I always saw that the poor gentleman believed the story readily, because I was one of the Jews — that you believed the story readily, my child, because I was one of the Jews-that the story itself first came into the invention of the originator thereof, because I was one of the Jews. This was the result of my having had you three before me, face to face, and seeing the thing visibly presented as upon a theatre. Wherefore I perceived that the obligation was upon me to leave this service. But Jenny, my dear,’ said Riah, breaking off, ‘I promised that you should pursue your questions, and I obstruct17 them.’
‘On the contrary, godmother; my idea is as large now as a pumpkin18 — and YOU know what a pumpkin is, don’t you? So you gave notice that you were going? Does that come next?’ asked Miss Jenny with a look of close attention.
‘I indited19 a letter to my master. Yes. To that effect.’
‘And what said Tingling-Tossing-Aching-Screaming-Scratching-Smarter?’ asked Miss Wren with an unspeakable enjoyment20 in the utterance21 of those honourable22 titles and in the recollection of the pepper.
‘He held me to certain months of servitude, which were his lawful23 term of notice. They expire to-morrow. Upon their expiration24 — not before — I had meant to set myself right with my Cinderella.’
‘My idea is getting so immense now,’ cried Miss Wren, clasping her temples, ‘that my head won’t hold it! Listen, godmother; I am going to expound25. Little Eyes (that’s Screaming-Scratching-Smarter) owes you a heavy grudge26 for going. Little Eyes casts about how best to pay you off. Little Eyes thinks of Lizzie. Little Eyes says to himself, ‘I’ll find out where he has placed that girl, and I’ll betray his secret because it’s dear to him.’ Perhaps Little Eyes thinks, “I’ll make love to her myself too;” but that I can’t swear — all the rest I can. So, Little Eyes comes to me, and I go to Little Eyes. That’s the way of it. And now the murder’s all out, I’m sorry,’ added the dolls’ dressmaker, rigid27 from head to foot with energy as she shook her little fist before her eyes, ‘that I didn’t give him Cayenne pepper and chopped pickled Capsicum!’
This expression of regret being but partially28 intelligible29 to Mr Riah, the old man reverted30 to the injuries Fledgeby had received, and hinted at the necessity of his at once going to tend that beaten cur.
‘Godmother, godmother, godmother!’ cried Miss Wren irritably31, ‘I really lose all patience with you. One would think you believed in the Good Samaritan. How can you be so inconsistent?’
‘Jenny dear,’ began the old man gently, ‘it is the custom of our people to help —’
‘Oh! Bother your people!’ interposed Miss Wren, with a toss of her head. ‘If your people don’t know better than to go and help Little Eyes, it’s a pity they ever got out of Egypt. Over and above that,’ she added, ‘he wouldn’t take your help if you offered it. Too much ashamed. Wants to keep it close and quiet, and to keep you out of the way.’
They were still debating this point when a shadow darkened the entry, and the glass door was opened by a messenger who brought a letter unceremoniously addressed, ‘Riah.’ To which he said there was an answer wanted.
The letter, which was scrawled32 in pencil uphill and downhill and round crooked33 corners, ran thus:
‘OLD RIAH,
‘Your accounts being all squared, go. Shut up the place, turn out directly, and send me the key by bearer. Go. You are an unthankful dog of a Jew. Get out.
‘F.’
The dolls’ dressmaker found it delicious to trace the screaming and smarting of Little Eyes in the distorted writing of this epistle. She laughed over it and jeered34 at it in a convenient corner (to the great astonishment35 of the messenger) while the old man got his few goods together in a black bag. That done, the shutters36 of the upper windows closed, and the office blind pulled down, they issued forth37 upon the steps with the attendant messenger. There, while Miss Jenny held the bag, the old man locked the house door, and handed over the key to him; who at once retired38 with the same.
‘Well, godmother,’ said Miss Wren, as they remained upon the steps together, looking at one another. ‘And so you’re thrown upon the world!’
‘It would appear so, Jenny, and somewhat suddenly.’
‘Where are you going to seek your fortune?’ asked Miss Wren.
The old man smiled, but looked about him with a look of having lost his way in life, which did not escape the dolls’ dressmaker.
‘Verily, Jenny,’ said he, ‘the question is to the purpose, and more easily asked than answered. But as I have experience of the ready goodwill39 and good help of those who have given occupation to Lizzie, I think I will seek them out for myself.’
‘On foot?’ asked Miss Wren, with a chop.
‘Ay!’ said the old man. ‘Have I not my staff?’
It was exactly because he had his staff, and presented so quaint40 an aspect, that she mistrusted his making the journey.
‘The best thing you can do,’ said Jenny, ‘for the time being, at all events, is to come home with me, godmother. Nobody’s there but my bad child, and Lizzie’s lodging41 stands empty.’ The old man when satisfied that no inconvenience could be entailed42 on any one by his compliance43, readily complied; and the singularly-assorted couple once more went through the streets together.
Now, the bad child having been strictly44 charged by his parent to remain at home in her absence, of course went out; and, being in the very last stage of mental decrepitude45, went out with two objects; firstly, to establish a claim he conceived himself to have upon any licensed46 victualler living, to be supplied with threepennyworth of rum for nothing; and secondly, to bestow47 some maudlin48 remorse49 on Mr Eugene Wrayburn, and see what profit came of it. Stumblingly pursuing these two designs — they both meant rum, the only meaning of which he was capable — the degraded creature staggered into Covent Garden Market and there bivouacked, to have an attack of the trembles succeeded by an attack of the horrors, in a doorway50.
This market of Covent Garden was quite out of the creature’s line of road, but it had the attraction for him which it has for the worst of the solitary51 members of the drunken tribe. It may be the companionship of the nightly stir, or it may be the companionship of the gin and beer that slop about among carters and hucksters, or it may be the companionship of the trodden vegetable refuse which is so like their own dress that perhaps they take the Market for a great wardrobe; but be it what it may, you shall see no such individual drunkards on doorsteps anywhere, as there. Of dozing52 women-drunkards especially, you shall come upon such specimens53 there, in the morning sunlight, as you might seek out of doors in vain through London. Such stale vapid54 rejected cabbage-leaf and cabbage-stalk dress, such damaged-orange countenance55, such squashed pulp56 of humanity, are open to the day nowhere else. So, the attraction of the Market drew Mr Dolls to it, and he had out his two fits of trembles and horrors in a doorway on which a woman had had out her sodden57 nap a few hours before.
There is a swarm58 of young savages59 always flitting about this same place, creeping off with fragments of orange-chests, and mouldy litter — Heaven knows into what holes they can convey them, having no home! — whose bare feet fall with a blunt dull softness on the pavement as the policeman hunts them, and who are (perhaps for that reason) little heard by the Powers that be, whereas in top-boots they would make a deafening60 clatter61. These, delighting in the trembles and the horrors of Mr Dolls, as in a gratuitous62 drama, flocked about him in his doorway, butted63 at him, leaped at him, and pelted64 him. Hence, when he came out of his invalid65 retirement66 and shook off that ragged67 train, he was much bespattered, and in worse case than ever. But, not yet at his worst; for, going into a public-house, and being supplied in stress of business with his rum, and seeking to vanish without payment, he was collared, searched, found penniless, and admonished68 not to try that again, by having a pail of dirty water cast over him. This application superinduced another fit of the trembles; after which Mr Dolls, as finding himself in good cue for making a call on a professional friend, addressed himself to the Temple.
There was nobody at the chambers69 but Young Blight70. That discreet71 youth, sensible of a certain incongruity72 in the association of such a client with the business that might be coming some day, with the best intentions temporized73 with Dolls, and offered a shilling for coach-hire home. Mr Dolls, accepting the shilling, promptly74 laid it out in two threepennyworths of conspiracy75 against his life, and two threepennyworths of raging repentance77. Returning to the Chambers with which burden, he was descried78 coming round into the court, by the wary79 young Blight watching from the window: who instantly closed the outer door, and left the miserable80 object to expend81 his fury on the panels.
The more the door resisted him, the more dangerous and imminent82 became that bloody83 conspiracy against his life. Force of police arriving, he recognized in them the conspirators84, and laid about him hoarsely85, fiercely, staringly, convulsively, foamingly. A humble86 machine, familiar to the conspirators and called by the expressive87 name of Stretcher, being unavoidably sent for, he was rendered a harmless bundle of torn rags by being strapped88 down upon it, with voice and consciousness gone out of him, and life fast going. As this machine was borne out at the Temple gate by four men, the poor little dolls’ dressmaker and her Jewish friend were coming up the street.
‘Let us see what it is,’ cried the dressmaker. ‘Let us make haste and look, godmother.’
The brisk little crutch-stick was but too brisk. ‘O gentlemen, gentlemen, he belongs to me!’
‘Belongs to you?’ said the head of the party, stopping it.
‘O yes, dear gentlemen, he’s my child, out without leave. My poor bad, bad boy! and he don’t know me, he don’t know me! O what shall I do,’ cried the little creature, wildly beating her hands together, ‘when my own child don’t know me!’
The head of the party looked (as well he might) to the old man for explanation. He whispered, as the dolls’ dressmaker bent over the exhausted89 form and vainly tried to extract some sign of recognition from it: ‘It’s her drunken father.’
As the load was put down in the street, Riah drew the head of the party aside, and whispered that he thought the man was dying. ‘No, surely not?’ returned the other. But he became less confident, on looking, and directed the bearers to ‘bring him to the nearest doctor’s shop.’
Thither90 he was brought; the window becoming from within, a wall of faces, deformed91 into all kinds of shapes through the agency of globular red bottles, green bottles, blue bottles, and other coloured bottles. A ghastly light shining upon him that he didn’t need, the beast so furious but a few minutes gone, was quiet enough now, with a strange mysterious writing on his face, reflected from one of the great bottles, as if Death had marked him: ‘Mine.’
The medical testimony92 was more precise and more to the purpose than it sometimes is in a Court of Justice. ‘You had better send for something to cover it. All’s over.’
Therefore, the police sent for something to cover it, and it was covered and borne through the streets, the people falling away. After it, went the dolls’ dressmaker, hiding her face in the Jewish skirts, and clinging to them with one hand, while with the other she plied3 her stick. It was carried home, and, by reason that the staircase was very narrow, it was put down in the parlour — the little working-bench being set aside to make room for it — and there, in the midst of the dolls with no speculation93 in their eyes, lay Mr Dolls with no speculation in his.
Many flaunting94 dolls had to be gaily95 dressed, before the money was in the dressmaker’s pocket to get mourning for Mr Dolls. As the old man, Riah, sat by, helping96 her in such small ways as he could, he found it difficult to make out whether she really did realize that the deceased had been her father.
‘If my poor boy,’ she would say, ‘had been brought up better, he might have done better. Not that I reproach myself. I hope I have no cause for that.’
‘None indeed, Jenny, I am very certain.’
‘Thank you, godmother. It cheers me to hear you say so. But you see it is so hard to bring up a child well, when you work, work, work, all day. When he was out of employment, I couldn’t always keep him near me. He got fractious and nervous, and I was obliged to let him go into the streets. And he never did well in the streets, he never did well out of sight. How often it happens with children!’
‘Too often, even in this sad sense!’ thought the old man.
‘How can I say what I might have turned out myself, but for my back having been so bad and my legs so queer, when I was young!’ the dressmaker would go on. ‘I had nothing to do but work, and so I worked. I couldn’t play. But my poor unfortunate child could play, and it turned out the worse for him.’
‘And not for him alone, Jenny.’
‘Well! I don’t know, godmother. He suffered heavily, did my unfortunate boy. He was very, very ill sometimes. And I called him a quantity of names;’ shaking her head over her work, and dropping tears. ‘I don’t know that his going wrong was much the worse for me. If it ever was, let us forget it.’
‘You are a good girl, you are a patient girl.’
‘As for patience,’ she would reply with a shrug97, ‘not much of that, godmother. If I had been patient, I should never have called him names. But I hope I did it for his good. And besides, I felt my responsibility as a mother, so much. I tried reasoning, and reasoning failed. I tried coaxing98, and coaxing failed. I tried scolding and scolding failed. But I was bound to try everything, you know, with such a charge upon my hands. Where would have been my duty to my poor lost boy, if I had not tried everything!’
With such talk, mostly in a cheerful tone on the part of the industrious99 little creature, the day-work and the night-work were beguiled100 until enough of smart dolls had gone forth to bring into the kitchen, where the working-bench now stood, the sombre stuff that the occasion required, and to bring into the house the other sombre preparations. ‘And now,’ said Miss Jenny, ‘having knocked off my rosy-cheeked young friends, I’ll knock off my white-cheeked self.’ This referred to her making her own dress, which at last was done. ‘The disadvantage of making for yourself,’ said Miss Jenny, as she stood upon a chair to look at the result in the glass, ‘is, that you can’t charge anybody else for the job, and the advantage is, that you haven’t to go out to try on. Humph! Very fair indeed! If He could see me now (whoever he is) I hope he wouldn’t repent76 of his bargain!’
The simple arrangements were of her own making, and were stated to Riah thus:
‘I mean to go alone, godmother, in my usual carriage, and you’ll be so kind as keep house while I am gone. It’s not far off. And when I return, we’ll have a cup of tea, and a chat over future arrangements. It’s a very plain last house that I have been able to give my poor unfortunate boy; but he’ll accept the will for the deed if he knows anything about it; and if he doesn’t know anything about it,’ with a sob101, and wiping her eyes, ‘why, it won’t matter to him. I see the service in the Prayer-book says, that we brought nothing into this world and it is certain we can take nothing out. It comforts me for not being able to hire a lot of stupid undertaker’s things for my poor child, and seeming as if I was trying to smuggle102 ‘em out of this world with him, when of course I must break down in the attempt, and bring ‘em all back again. As it is, there’ll be nothing to bring back but me, and that’s quite consistent, for I shan’t be brought back, some day!’
After that previous carrying of him in the streets, the wretched old fellow seemed to he twice buried. He was taken on the shoulders of half a dozen blossom-faced men, who shuffled103 with him to the churchyard, and who were preceded by another blossom-faced man, affecting a stately stalk, as if he were a Policeman of the D(eath) Division, and ceremoniously pretending not to know his intimate acquaintances, as he led the pageant104. Yet, the spectacle of only one little mourner hobbling after, caused many people to turn their heads with a look of interest.
At last the troublesome deceased was got into the ground, to be buried no more, and the stately stalker stalked back before the solitary dressmaker, as if she were bound in honour to have no notion of the way home. Those Furies, the conventionalities, being thus appeased105, he left her.
‘I must have a very short cry, godmother, before I cheer up for good,’ said the little creature, coming in. ‘Because after all a child is a child, you know.’
It was a longer cry than might have been expected. Howbeit, it wore itself out in a shadowy corner, and then the dressmaker came forth, and washed her face, and made the tea. ‘You wouldn’t mind my cutting out something while we are at tea, would you?’ she asked her Jewish friend, with a coaxing air.
‘Cinderella, dear child,’ the old man expostulated, ‘will you never rest?’
‘Oh! It’s not work, cutting out a pattern isn’t,’ said Miss Jenny, with her busy little scissors already snipping106 at some paper. ‘The truth is, godmother, I want to fix it while I have it correct in my mind.’
‘Have you seen it to-day then?’ asked Riah.
‘Yes, godmother. Saw it just now. It’s a surplice, that’s what it is. Thing our clergymen wear, you know,’ explained Miss Jenny, in consideration of his professing107 another faith.
‘And what have you to do with that, Jenny?’
‘Why, godmother,’ replied the dressmaker, ‘you must know that we Professors who live upon our taste and invention, are obliged to keep our eyes always open. And you know already that I have many extra expenses to meet just now. So, it came into my head while I was weeping at my poor boy’s grave, that something in my way might be done with a clergyman.’
‘What can be done?’ asked the old man.
‘Not a funeral, never fear!’ returned Miss Jenny, anticipating his objection with a nod. ‘The public don’t like to be made melancholy108, I know very well. I am seldom called upon to put my young friends into mourning; not into real mourning, that is; Court mourning they are rather proud of. But a doll clergyman, my dear, — glossy109 black curls and whiskers — uniting two of my young friends in matrimony,’ said Miss Jenny, shaking her forefinger110, ‘is quite another affair. If you don’t see those three at the altar in Bond Street, in a jiffy, my name’s Jack111 Robinson!’
With her expert little ways in sharp action, she had got a doll into whitey-brown paper orders, before the meal was over, and was displaying it for the edification of the Jewish mind, when a knock was heard at the street-door. Riah went to open it, and presently came back, ushering112 in, with the grave and courteous113 air that sat so well upon him, a gentleman.
The gentleman was a stranger to the dressmaker; but even in the moment of his casting his eyes upon her, there was something in his manner which brought to her remembrance Mr Eugene Wrayburn.
‘Pardon me,’ said the gentleman. ‘You are the dolls’ dressmaker?’
‘I am the dolls’ dressmaker, sir.’
‘Lizzie Hexam’s friend?’
‘Yes, sir,’ replied Miss Jenny, instantly on the defensive114. ‘And Lizzie Hexam’s friend.’
‘Here is a note from her, entreating115 you to accede116 to the request of Mr Mortimer Lightwood, the bearer. Mr Riah chances to know that I am Mr Mortimer Lightwood, and will tell you so.’
Riah bent his head in corroboration117.
‘Will you read the note?’
‘It’s very short,’ said Jenny, with a look of wonder, when she had read it.
‘There was no time to make it longer. Time was so very precious. My dear friend Mr Eugene Wrayburn is dying.’
The dressmaker clasped her hands, and uttered a little piteous cry.
‘Is dying,’ repeated Lightwood, with emotion, ‘at some distance from here. He is sinking under injuries received at the hands of a villain118 who attacked him in the dark. I come straight from his bedside. He is almost always insensible. In a short restless interval119 of sensibility, or partial sensibility, I made out that he asked for you to be brought to sit by him. Hardly relying on my own interpretation120 of the indistinct sounds he made, I caused Lizzie to hear them. We were both sure that he asked for you.’
The dressmaker, with her hands still clasped, looked affrightedly from the one to the other of her two companions.
‘If you delay, he may die with his request ungratified, with his last wish — intrusted to me — we have long been much more than brothers — unfulfilled. I shall break down, if I try to say more.
In a few moments the black bonnet121 and the crutch-stick were on duty, the good Jew was left in possession of the house, and the dolls’ dressmaker, side by side in a chaise with Mortimer Lightwood, was posting out of town.
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