Of the Proceedings1 of Nicholas, and certain InternalDivisions in the Company of Mr Vincent Crummles.
The unexpected success and favour with which hisexperiment at Portsmouth had been received, induced MrCrummles to prolong his stay in that town for a fortnightbeyond the period he had originally assigned for the duration ofhis visit, during which time Nicholas personated a vast variety ofcharacters with undiminished success, and attracted so manypeople to the theatre who had never been seen there before, that abenefit was considered by the manager a very promisingspeculation. Nicholas assenting3 to the terms proposed, the benefitwas had, and by it he realised no less a sum than twenty pounds.
Possessed of this unexpected wealth, his first act was to encloseto honest John Browdie the amount of his friendly loan, which heaccompanied with many expressions of gratitude4 and esteem5, andmany cordial wishes for his matrimonial happiness. To NewmanNoggs he forwarded one half of the sum he had realised,entreating6 him to take an opportunity of handing it to Kate insecret, and conveying to her the warmest assurances of his loveand affection. He made no mention of the way in which he hademployed himself; merely informing Newman that a letteraddressed to him under his assumed name at the Post Office,Portsmouth, would readily find him, and entreating that worthyfriend to write full particulars of the situation of his mother andsister, and an account of all the grand things that Ralph Nickleby had done for them since his departure from London.
‘You are out of spirits,’ said Smike, on the night after the letterhad been dispatched.
‘Not I!’ rejoined Nicholas, with assumed gaiety, for theconfession would have made the boy miserable7 all night; ‘I wasthinking about my sister, Smike.’
‘Sister!’
‘Ay.’
‘Is she like you?’ inquired Smike.
‘Why, so they say,’ replied Nicholas, laughing, ‘only a great dealhandsomer.’
‘She must be very beautiful,’ said Smike, after thinking a littlewhile with his hands folded together, and his eyes bent8 upon hisfriend.
‘Anybody who didn’t know you as well as I do, my dear fellow,would say you were an accomplished9 courtier,’ said Nicholas.
‘I don’t even know what that is,’ replied Smike, shaking hishead. ‘Shall I ever see your sister?’
‘To be sure,’ cried Nicholas; ‘we shall all be together one ofthese days—when we are rich, Smike.’
‘How is it that you, who are so kind and good to me, havenobody to be kind to you?’ asked Smike. ‘I cannot make that out.’
‘Why, it is a long story,’ replied Nicholas, ‘and one you wouldhave some difficulty in comprehending, I fear. I have an enemy—you understand what that is?’
‘Oh, yes, I understand that,’ said Smike.
‘Well, it is owing to him,’ returned Nicholas. ‘He is rich, and notso easily punished as your old enemy, Mr Squeers. He is my uncle,but he is a villain10, and has done me wrong.’
‘Has he though?’ asked Smike, bending eagerly forward. ‘Whatis his name? Tell me his name.’
‘Ralph—Ralph Nickleby.’
‘Ralph Nickleby,’ repeated Smike. ‘Ralph. I’ll get that name byheart.’
He had muttered it over to himself some twenty times, when aloud knock at the door disturbed him from his occupation. Beforehe could open it, Mr Folair, the pantomimist, thrust in his head.
Mr Folair’s head was usually decorated with a very round hat,unusually high in the crown, and curled up quite tight in thebrims. On the present occasion he wore it very much on one side,with the back part forward in consequence of its being the leastrusty; round his neck he wore a flaming red worsted comforter,whereof the straggling ends peeped out beneath his threadbareNewmarket coat, which was very tight and buttoned all the wayup. He carried in his hand one very dirty glove, and a cheap dresscane with a glass handle; in short, his whole appearance wasunusually dashing, and demonstrated a far more scrupulousattention to his toilet than he was in the habit of bestowing13 uponit.
‘Good-evening, sir,’ said Mr Folair, taking off the tall hat, andrunning his fingers through his hair. ‘I bring a communication.
Hem!’
‘From whom and what about?’ inquired Nicholas. ‘You areunusually mysterious tonight.’
‘Cold, perhaps,’ returned Mr Folair; ‘cold, perhaps. That is thefault of my position—not of myself, Mr Johnson. My position as amutual friend requires it, sir.’ Mr Folair paused with a mostimpressive look, and diving into the hat before noticed, drew from thence a small piece of whity-brown paper curiously14 folded,whence he brought forth15 a note which it had served to keep clean,and handing it over to Nicholas, said—‘Have the goodness to read that, sir.’
Nicholas, in a state of much amazement16, took the note andbroke the seal, glancing at Mr Folair as he did so, who, knitting hisbrow and pursing up his mouth with great dignity, was sitting withhis eyes steadily17 fixed18 upon the ceiling.
It was directed to blank Johnson, Esq., by favour of AugustusFolair, Esq.; and the astonishment19 of Nicholas was in no degreelessened, when he found it to be couched in the following laconicterms:—“Mr Lenville presents his kind regards to Mr Johnson, and willfeel obliged if he will inform him at what hour tomorrow morningit will be most convenient to him to meet Mr L. at the Theatre, forthe purpose of having his nose pulled in the presence of thecompany.
“Mr Lenville requests Mr Johnson not to neglect making anappointment, as he has invited two or three professional friends towitness the ceremony, and cannot disappoint them upon anyaccount whatever.
“PORTSMOUTH, TUESDAY NIGHT.”
Indignant as he was at this impertinence, there was somethingso exquisitely20 absurd in such a cartel of defiance21, that Nicholaswas obliged to bite his lip and read the note over two or threetimes before he could muster22 sufficient gravity and sternness toaddress the hostile messenger, who had not taken his eyes from the ceiling, nor altered the expression of his face in the slightestdegree.
‘Do you know the contents of this note, sir?’ he asked, at length.
‘Yes,’ rejoined Mr Folair, looking round for an instant, andimmediately carrying his eyes back again to the ceiling.
‘And how dare you bring it here, sir?’ asked Nicholas, tearing itinto very little pieces, and jerking it in a shower towards themessenger. ‘Had you no fear of being kicked downstairs, sir?’
Mr Folair turned his head—now ornamented23 with severalfragments of the note—towards Nicholas, and with the sameimperturbable dignity, briefly25 replied ‘No.’
‘Then,’ said Nicholas, taking up the tall hat and tossing ittowards the door, ‘you had better follow that article of your dress,sir, or you may find yourself very disagreeably deceived, and thatwithin a dozen seconds.’
‘I say, Johnson,’ remonstrated26 Mr Folair, suddenly losing all hisdignity, ‘none of that, you know. No tricks with a gentleman’swardrobe.’
‘Leave the room,’ returned Nicholas. ‘How could you presumeto come here on such an errand, you scoundrel?’
‘Pooh! pooh!’ said Mr Folair, unwinding his comforter, andgradually getting himself out of it. ‘There—that’s enough.’
‘Enough!’ cried Nicholas, advancing towards him. ‘Takeyourself off, sir.’
‘Pooh! pooh! I tell you,’ returned Mr Folair, waving his hand indeprecation of any further wrath27; ‘I wasn’t in earnest. I onlybrought it in joke.’
‘You had better be careful how you indulge in such jokes again,’
said Nicholas, ‘or you may find an allusion28 to pulling noses rather a dangerous reminder29 for the subject of your facetiousness30. Was itwritten in joke, too, pray?’
‘No, no, that’s the best of it,’ returned the actor; ‘right downearnest—honour bright.’
Nicholas could not repress a smile at the odd figure before him,which, at all times more calculated to provoke mirth than anger,was especially so at that moment, when with one knee upon theground, Mr Folair twirled his old hat round upon his hand, andaffected the extremest agony lest any of the nap should have beenknocked off—an ornament24 which it is almost superfluous31 to say, ithad not boasted for many months.
‘Come, sir,’ said Nicholas, laughing in spite of himself. ‘Have thegoodness to explain.’
‘Why, I’ll tell you how it is,’ said Mr Folair, sitting himself downin a chair with great coolness. ‘Since you came here Lenville hasdone nothing but second business, and, instead of having areception every night as he used to have, they have let him comeon as if he was nobody.’
‘What do you mean by a reception?’ asked Nicholas.
‘Jupiter!’ exclaimed Mr Folair, ‘what an unsophisticatedshepherd you are, Johnson! Why, applause from the house whenyou first come on. So he has gone on night after night, nevergetting a hand, and you getting a couple of rounds at least, andsometimes three, till at length he got quite desperate, and had halfa mind last night to play Tybalt with a real sword, and pink you—not dangerously, but just enough to lay you up for a month or two.’
‘Very considerate,’ remarked Nicholas.
‘Yes, I think it was under the circumstances; his professionalreputation being at stake,’ said Mr Folair, quite seriously. ‘But his heart failed him, and he cast about for some other way of annoyingyou, and making himself popular at the same time—for that’s thepoint. Notoriety, notoriety, is the thing. Bless you, if he had pinkedyou,’ said Mr Folair, stopping to make a calculation in his mind, ‘itwould have been worth—ah, it would have been worth eight or tenshillings a week to him. All the town would have come to see theactor who nearly killed a man by mistake; I shouldn’t wonder if ithad got him an engagement in London. However, he was obligedto try some other mode of getting popular, and this one occurredto him. It’s clever idea, really. If you had shown the white feather,and let him pull your nose, he’d have got it into the paper; if youhad sworn the peace against him, it would have been in the papertoo, and he’d have been just as much talked about as you—don’tyou see?’
‘Oh, certainly,’ rejoined Nicholas; ‘but suppose I were to turnthe tables, and pull his nose, what then? Would that make hisfortune?’
‘Why, I don’t think it would,’ replied Mr Folair, scratching hishead, ‘because there wouldn’t be any romance about it, and hewouldn’t be favourably32 known. To tell you the truth though, hedidn’t calculate much upon that, for you’re always so mild-spoken,and are so popular among the women, that we didn’t suspect youof showing fight. If you did, however, he has a way of getting out ofit easily, depend upon that.’
‘Has he?’ rejoined Nicholas. ‘We will try, tomorrow morning. Inthe meantime, you can give whatever account of our interview youlike best. Good-night.’
As Mr Folair was pretty well known among his fellow-actors fora man who delighted in mischief33, and was by no means scrupulous12, Nicholas had not much doubt but that he had secretlyprompted the tragedian in the course he had taken, and,moreover, that he would have carried his mission with a very highhand if he had not been disconcerted by the very unexpecteddemonstrations with which it had been received. It was not worthhis while to be serious with him, however, so he dismissed thepantomimist, with a gentle hint that if he offended again it wouldbe under the penalty of a broken head; and Mr Folair, taking thecaution in exceedingly good part, walked away to confer with hisprincipal, and give such an account of his proceedings as he mightthink best calculated to carry on the joke.
He had no doubt reported that Nicholas was in a state ofextreme bodily fear; for when that young gentleman walked withmuch deliberation down to the theatre next morning at the usualhour, he found all the company assembled in evident expectation,and Mr Lenville, with his severest stage face, sitting majesticallyon a table, whistling defiance.
Now the ladies were on the side of Nicholas, and the gentlemen(being jealous) were on the side of the disappointed tragedian; sothat the latter formed a little group about the redoubtable34 MrLenville, and the former looked on at a little distance in sometrepidation and anxiety. On Nicholas stopping to salute35 them, MrLenville laughed a scornful laugh, and made some general remarktouching the natural history of puppies.
‘Oh!’ said Nicholas, looking quietly round, ‘are you there?’
‘Slave!’ returned Mr Lenville, flourishing his right arm, andapproaching Nicholas with a theatrical36 stride. But somehow heappeared just at that moment a little startled, as if Nicholas did notlook quite so frightened as he had expected, and came all at once to an awkward halt, at which the assembled ladies burst into ashrill laugh.
‘Object of my scorn and hatred37!’ said Mr Lenville, ‘I hold ye incontempt.’
Nicholas laughed in very unexpected enjoyment38 of thisperformance; and the ladies, by way of encouragement, laughedlouder than before; whereat Mr Lenville assumed his bitterestsmile, and expressed his opinion that they were ‘minions’.
‘But they shall not protect ye!’ said the tragedian, taking anupward look at Nicholas, beginning at his boots and ending at thecrown of his head, and then a downward one, beginning at thecrown of his head, and ending at his boots—which two looks, aseverybody knows, express defiance on the stage. ‘They shall notprotect ye—boy!’
Thus speaking, Mr Lenville folded his arms, and treatedNicholas to that expression of face with which, in melodramaticperformances, he was in the habit of regarding the tyrannicalkings when they said, ‘Away with him to the deepest dungeonbeneath the castle moat;’ and which, accompanied with a littlejingling of fetters39, had been known to produce great effects in itstime.
Whether it was the absence of the fetters or not, it made no verydeep impression on Mr Lenville’s adversary40, however, but ratherseemed to increase the good-humour expressed in hiscountenance; in which stage of the contest, one or two gentlemen,who had come out expressly to witness the pulling of Nicholas’snose, grew impatient, murmuring that if it were to be done at all ithad better be done at once, and that if Mr Lenville didn’t mean todo it he had better say so, and not keep them waiting there. Thus urged, the tragedian adjusted the cuff41 of his right coat sleeve forthe performance of the operation, and walked in a very statelymanner up to Nicholas, who suffered him to approach to withinthe requisite42 distance, and then, without the smallestdiscomposure, knocked him down.
Before the discomfited43 tragedian could raise his head from theboards, Mrs Lenville (who, as has been before hinted, was in aninteresting state) rushed from the rear rank of ladies, and utteringa piercing scream threw herself upon the body.
‘Do you see this, monster? Do you see this?’ cried Mr Lenville,sitting up, and pointing to his prostrate44 lady, who was holding himvery tight round the waist.
‘Come,’ said Nicholas, nodding his head, ‘apologise for theinsolent note you wrote to me last night, and waste no more timein talking.’
‘Never!’ cried Mr Lenville.
‘Yes—yes—yes!’ screamed his wife. ‘For my sake—for mine,Lenville—forego all idle forms, unless you would see me a blightedcorpse at your feet.’
‘This is affecting!’ said Mr Lenville, looking round him, anddrawing the back of his hand across his eyes. ‘The ties of natureare strong. The weak husband and the father—the father that isyet to be—relents. I apologise.’
‘Humbly and submissively?’ said Nicholas.
‘Humbly and submissively,’ returned the tragedian, scowlingupwards. ‘But only to save her,—for a time will come—’
‘Very good,’ said Nicholas; ‘I hope Mrs Lenville may have agood one; and when it does come, and you are a father, you shallretract it if you have the courage. There. Be careful, sir, to what lengths your jealousy45 carries you another time; and be careful,also, before you venture too far, to ascertain46 your rival’s temper.’
With this parting advice Nicholas picked up Mr Lenville’s ashstick which had flown out of his hand, and breaking it in half,threw him the pieces and withdrew, bowing slightly to thespectators as he walked out.
The profoundest deference47 was paid to Nicholas that night, andthe people who had been most anxious to have his nose pulled inthe morning, embraced occasions of taking him aside, and tellinghim with great feeling, how very friendly they took it that heshould have treated that Lenville so properly, who was a mostunbearable fellow, and on whom they had all, by a remarkablecoincidence, at one time or other contemplated48 the infliction49 ofcondign punishment, which they had only been restrained fromadministering by considerations of mercy; indeed, to judge fromthe invariable termination of all these stories, there never wassuch a charitable and kind-hearted set of people as the malemembers of Mr Crummles’s company.
Nicholas bore his triumph, as he had his success in the littleworld of the theatre, with the utmost moderation and goodhumour. The crestfallen50 Mr Lenville made an expiring effort toobtain revenge by sending a boy into the gallery to hiss51, but he fella sacrifice to popular indignation, and was promptly52 turned outwithout having his money back.
‘Well, Smike,’ said Nicholas when the first piece was over, andhe had almost finished dressing53 to go home, ‘is there any letteryet?’
‘Yes,’ replied Smike, ‘I got this one from the post-office.’
‘From Newman Noggs,’ said Nicholas, casting his eye upon the cramped54 direction; ‘it’s no easy matter to make his writing out. Letme see—let me see.’
By dint55 of poring over the letter for half an hour, he contrivedto make himself master of the contents, which were certainly notof a nature to set his mind at ease. Newman took upon himself tosend back the ten pounds, observing that he had ascertained56 thatneither Mrs Nickleby nor Kate was in actual want of money at themoment, and that a time might shortly come when Nicholas mightwant it more. He entreated57 him not to be alarmed at what he wasabout to say;—there was no bad news—they were in good health—but he thought circumstances might occur, or were occurring,which would render it absolutely necessary that Kate should haveher brother’s protection, and if so, Newman said, he would writeto him to that effect, either by the next post or the next but one.
Nicholas read this passage very often, and the more he thoughtof it the more he began to fear some treachery upon the part ofRalph. Once or twice he felt tempted58 to repair to London at allhazards without an hour’s delay, but a little reflection assured himthat if such a step were necessary, Newman would have spokenout and told him so at once.
‘At all events I should prepare them here for the possibility ofmy going away suddenly,’ said Nicholas; ‘I should lose no time indoing that.’ As the thought occurred to him, he took up his hat andhurried to the green-room.
‘Well, Mr Johnson,’ said Mrs Crummles, who was seated therein full regal costume, with the phenomenon as the Maiden59 in hermaternal arms, ‘next week for Ryde, then for Winchester, thenfor—’
‘I have some reason to fear,’ interrupted Nicholas, ‘that before you leave here my career with you will have closed.’
‘Closed!’ cried Mrs Crummles, raising her hands inastonishment.
‘Closed!’ cried Miss Snevellicci, trembling so much in her tightsthat she actually laid her hand upon the shoulder of themanageress for support.
‘Why he don’t mean to say he’s going!’ exclaimed Mrs Grudden,making her way towards Mrs Crummles. ‘Hoity toity! Nonsense.’
The phenomenon, being of an affectionate nature and moreoverexcitable, raised a loud cry, and Miss Belvawney and MissBravassa actually shed tears. Even the male performers stopped intheir conversation, and echoed the word ‘Going!’ although someamong them (and they had been the loudest in theircongratulations that day) winked60 at each other as though theywould not be sorry to lose such a favoured rival; an opinion,indeed, which the honest Mr Folair, who was ready dressed for thesavage, openly stated in so many words to a demon11 with whom hewas sharing a pot of porter.
Nicholas briefly said that he feared it would be so, although hecould not yet speak with any degree of certainty; and getting awayas soon as he could, went home to con2 Newman’s letter once more,and speculate upon it afresh.
How trifling61 all that had been occupying his time and thoughtsfor many weeks seemed to him during that sleepless62 night, andhow constantly and incessantly63 present to his imagination was theone idea that Kate in the midst of some great trouble and distressmight even then be looking—and vainly too—for him!
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