In which Nicholas falls in Love. He employs aMediator, whose Proceedings1 are crowned withunexpected Success, excepting in one solitaryParticular.
O nce more out of the clutches of his old persecutor2, itneeded no fresh stimulation3 to call forth4 the utmostenergy and exertion5 that Smike was capable ofsummoning to his aid. Without pausing for a moment to reflectupon the course he was taking, or the probability of its leadinghim homewards or the reverse, he fled away with surprisingswiftness and constancy of purpose, borne upon such wings asonly Fear can wear, and impelled6 by imaginary shouts in the wellremembered voice of Squeers, who, with a host of pursuers,seemed to the poor fellow’s disordered senses to press hard uponhis track; now left at a greater distance in the rear, and nowgaining faster and faster upon him, as the alternations of hope andterror agitated7 him by turns. Long after he had become assuredthat these sounds were but the creation of his excited brain, hestill held on, at a pace which even weakness and exhaustion8 couldscarcely retard9. It was not until the darkness and quiet of acountry road, recalled him to a sense of external objects, and thestarry sky, above, warned him of the rapid flight of time, that,covered with dust and panting for breath, he stopped to listen andlook about him.
All was still and silent. A glare of light in the distance, casting a warm glow upon the sky, marked where the huge city lay. Solitaryfields, divided by hedges and ditches, through many of which hehad crashed and scrambled10 in his flight, skirted the road, both bythe way he had come and upon the opposite side. It was late now.
They could scarcely trace him by such paths as he had taken, andif he could hope to regain11 his own dwelling12, it must surely be atsuch a time as that, and under cover of the darkness. This, bydegrees, became pretty plain, even to the mind of Smike. He had,at first, entertained some vague and childish idea of travelling intothe country for ten or a dozen miles, and then returninghomewards by a wide circuit, which should keep him clear ofLondon—so great was his apprehension13 of traversing the streetsalone, lest he should again encounter his dreaded14 enemy—but,yielding to the conviction which these thoughts inspired, heturned back, and taking the open road, though not without manyfears and misgivings15, made for London again, with scarcely lessspeed of foot than that with which he had left the temporary abodeof Mr Squeers.
By the time he re-entered it, at the western extremity16, thegreater part of the shops were closed. Of the throngs17 of peoplewho had been tempted18 abroad after the heat of the day, but fewremained in the streets, and they were lounging home. But ofthese he asked his way from time to time, and by dint19 of repeatedinquiries, he at length reached the dwelling of Newman Noggs.
All that evening, Newman had been hunting and searching inbyways and corners for the very person who now knocked at hisdoor, while Nicholas had been pursuing the same inquiry20 in otherdirections. He was sitting, with a melancholy21 air, at his poorsupper, when Smike’s timorous22 and uncertain knock reached his ears. Alive to every sound, in his anxious and expectant state,Newman hurried downstairs, and, uttering a cry of joyful23 surprise,dragged the welcome visitor into the passage and up the stairs,and said not a word until he had him safe in his own garret andthe door was shut behind them, when he mixed a great mug-full ofgin-and-water, and holding it to Smike’s mouth, as one might holda bowl of medicine to the lips of a refractory24 child, commandedhim to drain it to the last drop.
Newman looked uncommonly25 blank when he found that Smikedid little more than put his lips to the precious mixture; he was inthe act of raising the mug to his own mouth with a deep sigh ofcompassion for his poor friend’s weakness, when Smike,beginning to relate the adventures which had befallen him,arrested him half-way, and he stood listening, with the mug in hishand.
It was odd enough to see the change that came over Newman asSmike proceeded. At first he stood, rubbing his lips with the backof his hand, as a preparatory ceremony towards composinghimself for a draught27; then, at the mention of Squeers, he took themug under his arm, and opening his eyes very wide, looked on, inthe utmost astonishment28. When Smike came to the assault uponhimself in the hackney coach, he hastily deposited the mug uponthe table, and limped up and down the room in a state of thegreatest excitement, stopping himself with a jerk, every now andthen, as if to listen more attentively29. When John Browdie came tobe spoken of, he dropped, by slow and gradual degrees, into achair, and rubbing, his hands upon his knees—quicker andquicker as the story reached its climax—burst, at last, into a laughcomposed of one loud sonorous31 ‘Ha! ha!’ having given vent26 to which, his countenance32 immediately fell again as he inquired, withthe utmost anxiety, whether it was probable that John Browdieand Squeers had come to blows.
‘No! I think not,’ replied Smike. ‘I don’t think he could havemissed me till I had got quite away.’
Newman scratched his head with a shout of greatdisappointment, and once more lifting up the mug, applied34 himselfto the contents; smiling meanwhile, over the rim35, with a grim andghastly smile at Smike.
‘You shall stay here,’ said Newman; ‘you’re tired—fagged. I’lltell them you’re come back. They have been half mad about you.
Mr Nicholas—’
‘God bless him!’ cried Smike.
‘Amen!’ returned Newman. ‘He hasn’t had a minute’s rest orpeace; no more has the old lady, nor Miss Nickleby.’
‘No, no. Has she thought about me?’ said Smike. ‘Has shethough? oh, has she, has she? Don’t tell me so if she has not.’
‘She has,’ cried Newman. ‘She is as noble-hearted as she isbeautiful.’
‘Yes, yes!’ cried Smike. ‘Well said!’
‘So mild and gentle,’ said Newman.
‘Yes, yes!’ cried Smike, with increasing eagerness.
‘And yet with such a true and gallant36 spirit,’ pursued Newman.
He was going on, in his enthusiasm, when, chancing to look athis companion, he saw that he had covered his face with hishands, and that tears were stealing out between his fingers.
A moment before, the boy’s eyes were sparkling with unwontedfire, and every feature had been lighted up with an excitementwhich made him appear, for the moment, quite a different being.
‘Well, well,’ muttered Newman, as if he were a little puzzled. ‘Ithas touched me, more than once, to think such a nature shouldhave been exposed to such trials; this poor fellow—yes, yes,—hefeels that too—it softens37 him—makes him think of his formermisery. Hah! That’s it? Yes, that’s—hum!’
It was by no means clear, from the tone of these brokenreflections, that Newman Noggs considered them as explaining, atall satisfactorily, the emotion which had suggested them. He sat, ina musing38 attitude, for some time, regarding Smike occasionallywith an anxious and doubtful glance, which sufficiently39 showedthat he was not very remotely connected with his thoughts.
At length he repeated his proposition that Smike should remainwhere he was for that night, and that he (Noggs) shouldstraightway repair to the cottage to relieve the suspense40 of thefamily. But, as Smike would not hear of this—pleading his anxietyto see his friends again—they eventually sallied forth together;and the night being, by this time, far advanced, and Smike being,besides, so footsore that he could hardly crawl along, it was withinan hour of sunrise when they reached their destination.
At the first sound of their voices outside the house, Nicholas,who had passed a sleepless41 night, devising schemes for therecovery of his lost charge, started from his bed, and joyfullyadmitted them. There was so much noisy conversation, andcongratulation, and indignation, that the remainder of the familywere soon awakened42, and Smike received a warm and cordialwelcome, not only from Kate, but from Mrs Nickleby also, whoassured him of her future favour and regard, and was so obligingas to relate, for his entertainment and that of the assembled circle,a most remarkable43 account extracted from some work the name of which she had never known, of a miraculous44 escape from someprison, but what one she couldn’t remember, effected by an officerwhose name she had forgotten, confined for some crime which shedidn’t clearly recollect45.
At first Nicholas was disposed to give his uncle credit for someportion of this bold attempt (which had so nearly provedsuccessful) to carry off Smike; but on more mature consideration,he was inclined to think that the full merit of it rested with MrSqueers. Determined46 to ascertain47, if he could, through JohnBrowdie, how the case really stood, he betook himself to his dailyoccupation: meditating48, as he went, on a great variety of schemesfor the punishment of the Yorkshire schoolmaster, all of whichhad their foundation in the strictest principles of retributivejustice, and had but the one drawback of being whollyimpracticable.
‘A fine morning, Mr Linkinwater!’ said Nicholas, entering theoffice.
‘Ah!’ replied Tim, ‘talk of the country, indeed! What do youthink of this, now, for a day—a London day—eh?’
‘It’s a little clearer out of town,’ said Nicholas.
‘Clearer!’ echoed Tim Linkinwater. ‘You should see it from mybedroom window.’
‘You should see it from mine,’ replied Nicholas, with a smile.
‘Pooh! pooh!’ said Tim Linkinwater, ‘don’t tell me. Country!’
(Bow was quite a rustic49 place to Tim.) ‘Nonsense! What can youget in the country but new-laid eggs and flowers? I can buy new-laid eggs in Leadenhall Market, any morning before breakfast; andas to flowers, it’s worth a run upstairs to smell my mignonette, orto see the double wallflower in the back-attic window, at No. 6, in the court.’
‘There is a double wallflower at No. 6, in the court, is there?’
said Nicholas.
‘Yes, is there!’ replied Tim, ‘and planted in a cracked jug,without a spout50. There were hyacinths there, this last spring,blossoming, in—but you’ll laugh at that, of course.’
‘At what?’
‘At their blossoming in old blacking-bottles,’ said Tim.
‘Not I, indeed,’ returned Nicholas.
Tim looked wistfully at him, for a moment, as if he wereencouraged by the tone of this reply to be more communicative onthe subject; and sticking behind his ear, a pen that he had beenmaking, and shutting up his knife with a smart click, said,‘They belong to a sickly bedridden hump-backed boy, and seemto be the only pleasure, Mr Nickleby, of his sad existence. Howmany years is it,’ said Tim, pondering, ‘since I first noticed him,quite a little child, dragging himself about on a pair of tinycrutches? Well! Well! Not many; but though they would appearnothing, if I thought of other things, they seem a long, long time,when I think of him. It is a sad thing,’ said Tim, breaking off, ‘tosee a little deformed51 child sitting apart from other children, whoare active and merry, watching the games he is denied the powerto share in. He made my heart ache very often.’
‘It is a good heart,’ said Nicholas, ‘that disentangles itself fromthe close avocations52 of every day, to heed53 such things. You weresaying—’
‘That the flowers belonged to this poor boy,’ said Tim; ‘that’sall. When it is fine weather, and he can crawl out of bed, he drawsa chair close to the window, and sits there, looking at them and arranging them, all day long. He used to nod, at first, and then wecame to speak. Formerly54, when I called to him of a morning, andasked him how he was, he would smile, and say, “Better!” but nowhe shakes his head, and only bends more closely over his oldplants. It must be dull to watch the dark housetops and the flyingclouds, for so many months; but he is very patient.’
‘Is there nobody in the house to cheer or help him?’ askedNicholas.
‘His father lives there, I believe,’ replied Tim, ‘and other peopletoo; but no one seems to care much for the poor sickly cripple. Ihave asked him, very often, if I can do nothing for him; his answeris always the same. “Nothing.” His voice is growing weak of late,but I can see that he makes the old reply. He can’t leave his bednow, so they have moved it close beside the window, and there helies, all day: now looking at the sky, and now at his flowers, whichhe still makes shift to trim and water, with his own thin hands. Atnight, when he sees my candle, he draws back his curtain, andleaves it so, till I am in bed. It seems such company to him to knowthat I am there, that I often sit at my window for an hour or more,that he may see I am still awake; and sometimes I get up in thenight to look at the dull melancholy light in his little room, andwonder whether he is awake or sleeping.
‘The night will not be long coming,’ said Tim, ‘when he willsleep, and never wake again on earth. We have never so much asshaken hands in all our lives; and yet I shall miss him like an oldfriend. Are there any country flowers that could interest me likethese, do you think? Or do you suppose that the withering55 of ahundred kinds of the choicest flowers that blow, called by thehardest Latin names that were ever invented, would give me one fraction of the pain that I shall feel when these old jugs56 and bottlesare swept away as lumber57? Country!’ cried Tim, with acontemptuous emphasis; ‘don’t you know that I couldn’t have sucha court under my bedroom window, anywhere, but in London?’
With which inquiry, Tim turned his back, and pretending to beabsorbed in his accounts, took an opportunity of hastily wiping hiseyes when he supposed Nicholas was looking another way.
Whether it was that Tim’s accounts were more than usuallyintricate that morning, or whether it was that his habitual58 serenityhad been a little disturbed by these recollections, it so happenedthat when Nicholas returned from executing some commission,and inquired whether Mr Charles Cheeryble was alone in hisroom, Tim promptly59, and without the smallest hesitation60, repliedin the affirmative, although somebody had passed into the roomnot ten minutes before, and Tim took especial and particular pridein preventing any intrusion on either of the brothers when theywere engaged with any visitor whatever.
‘I’ll take this letter to him at once,’ said Nicholas, ‘if that’s thecase.’ And with that, he walked to the room and knocked at thedoor.
No answer.
Another knock, and still no answer.
‘He can’t be here,’ thought Nicholas. ‘I’ll lay it on his table.’
So, Nicholas opened the door and walked in; and very quicklyhe turned to walk out again, when he saw, to his greatastonishment and discomfiture61, a young lady upon her knees atMr Cheeryble’s feet, and Mr Cheeryble beseeching63 her to rise, andentreating a third person, who had the appearance of the younglady’s female attendant, to add her persuasions64 to his to induce her to do so.
Nicholas stammered65 out an awkward apology, and wasprecipitately retiring, when the young lady, turning her head alittle, presented to his view the features of the lovely girl whom hehad seen at the register-office on his first visit long before.
Glancing from her to the attendant, he recognised the sameclumsy servant who had accompanied her then; and between hisadmiration of the young lady’s beauty, and the confusion andsurprise of this unexpected recognition, he stood stock-still, insuch a bewildered state of surprise and embarrassment67 that, forthe moment, he was quite bereft68 of the power either to speak ormove.
‘My dear ma’am—my dear young lady,’ cried brother Charles inviolent agitation69, ‘pray don’t—not another word, I beseech62 andentreat you! I implore70 you—I beg of you—to rise. We—we—arenot alone.’
As he spoke30, he raised the young lady, who staggered to a chairand swooned away.
‘She has fainted, sir,’ said Nicholas, darting71 eagerly forward.
‘Poor dear, poor dear!’ cried brother Charles ‘Where is mybrother Ned? Ned, my dear brother, come here pray.’
‘Brother Charles, my dear fellow,’ replied his brother, hurryinginto the room, ‘what is the—ah! what—’
‘Hush72! hush!—not a word for your life, brother Ned,’ returnedthe other. ‘Ring for the housekeeper73, my dear brother—call TimLinkinwater! Here, Tim Linkinwater, sir—Mr Nickleby, my dearsir, leave the room, I beg and beseech of you.’
‘I think she is better now,’ said Nicholas, who had beenwatching the patient so eagerly, that he had not heard the request.
‘Poor bird!’ cried brother Charles, gently taking her hand in his,and laying her head upon his arm. ‘Brother Ned, my dear fellow,you will be surprised, I know, to witness this, in business hours;but—’ here he was again reminded of the presence of Nicholas,and shaking him by the hand, earnestly requested him to leave theroom, and to send Tim Linkinwater without an instant’s delay.
Nicholas immediately withdrew and, on his way to thecounting-house, met both the old housekeeper and TimLinkinwater, jostling each other in the passage, and hurrying tothe scene of action with extraordinary speed. Without waiting tohear his message, Tim Linkinwater darted74 into the room, andpresently afterwards Nicholas heard the door shut and locked onthe inside.
He had abundance of time to ruminate75 on this discovery, forTim Linkinwater was absent during the greater part of an hour,during the whole of which time Nicholas thought of nothing butthe young lady, and her exceeding beauty, and what couldpossibly have brought her there, and why they made such amystery of it. The more he thought of all this, the more itperplexed him, and the more anxious he became to know who andwhat she was. ‘I should have known her among ten thousand,’
thought Nicholas. And with that he walked up and down the room,and recalling her face and figure (of which he had a peculiarlyvivid remembrance), discarded all other subjects of reflection anddwelt upon that alone.
At length Tim Linkinwater came back—provokingly cool, andwith papers in his hand, and a pen in his mouth, as if nothing hadhappened.
‘Is she quite recovered?’ said Nicholas, impetuously.
‘Who?’ returned Tim Linkinwater.
‘Who!’ repeated Nicholas. ‘The young lady.’
‘What do you make, Mr Nickleby,’ said Tim, taking his pen outof his mouth, ‘what do you make of four hundred and twenty-seven times three thousand two hundred and thirty-eight?’
‘Nay,’ returned Nicholas, ‘what do you make of my questionfirst? I asked you—’
‘About the young lady,’ said Tim Linkinwater, putting on hisspectacles. ‘To be sure. Yes. Oh! she’s very well.’
‘Very well, is she?’ returned Nicholas.
‘Very well,’ replied Mr Linkinwater, gravely.
‘Will she be able to go home today?’ asked Nicholas.
‘She’s gone,’ said Tim.
‘Gone!’
‘Yes.’
‘I hope she has not far to go?’ said Nicholas, looking earnestlyat the other.
‘Ay,’ replied the immovable Tim, ‘I hope she hasn’t.’
Nicholas hazarded one or two further remarks, but it wasevident that Tim Linkinwater had his own reasons for evading76 thesubject, and that he was determined to afford no furtherinformation respecting the fair unknown, who had awakened somuch curiosity in the breast of his young friend. Nothing dauntedby this repulse77, Nicholas returned to the charge next day,emboldened by the circumstance of Mr Linkinwater being in avery talkative and communicative mood; but, directly he resumedthe theme, Tim relapsed into a state of most provoking taciturnity,and from answering in monosyllables, came to returning noanswers at all, save such as were to be inferred from several grave nods and shrugs78, which only served to whet33 that appetite forintelligence in Nicholas, which had already attained79 a mostunreasonable height.
Foiled in these attempts, he was fain to content himself withwatching for the young lady’s next visit, but here again he wasdisappointed. Day after day passed, and she did not return. Helooked eagerly at the superscription of all the notes and letters,but there was not one among them which he could fancy to be inher handwriting. On two or three occasions he was employed onbusiness which took him to a distance, and had formerly beentransacted by Tim Linkinwater. Nicholas could not helpsuspecting that, for some reason or other, he was sent out of theway on purpose, and that the young lady was there in his absence.
Nothing transpired80, however, to confirm this suspicion, and Timcould not be entrapped81 into any confession82 or admission tendingto support it in the smallest degree.
Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensableto the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerfulauxiliaries. ‘Out of sight, out of mind,’ is well enough as a proverbapplicable to cases of friendship, though absence is not alwaysnecessary to hollowness of heart, even between friends, and truthand honesty, like precious stones, are perhaps most easily imitatedat a distance, when the counterfeits83 often pass for real. Love,however, is very materially assisted by a warm and activeimagination: which has a long memory, and will thrive, for aconsiderable time, on very slight and sparing food. Thus it is, thatit often attains84 its most luxuriant growth in separation and undercircumstances of the utmost difficulty; and thus it was, thatNicholas, thinking of nothing but the unknown young lady, from day to day and from hour to hour, began, at last, to think that hewas very desperately85 in love with her, and that never was such anill-used and persecuted86 lover as he.
Still, though he loved and languished87 after the most orthodoxmodels, and was only deterred88 from making a confidante of Kateby the slight considerations of having never, in all his life, spokento the object of his passion, and having never set eyes upon her,except on two occasions, on both of which she had come and gonelike a flash of lightning—or, as Nicholas himself said, in thenumerous conversations he held with himself, like a vision ofyouth and beauty much too bright to last—his ardour anddevotion remained without its reward. The young lady appearedno more; so there was a great deal of love wasted (enough indeedto have set up half-a-dozen young gentlemen, as times go, with theutmost decency), and nobody was a bit the wiser for it; not evenNicholas himself, who, on the contrary, became more dull,sentimental, and lackadaisical89, every day.
While matters were in this state, the failure of a correspondentof the brothers Cheeryble, in Germany, imposed upon TimLinkinwater and Nicholas the necessity of going through somevery long and complicated accounts, extending over aconsiderable space of time. To get through them with the greaterdispatch, Tim Linkinwater proposed that they should remain atthe counting-house, for a week or so, until ten o’clock at night; tothis, as nothing damped the zeal90 of Nicholas in the service of hiskind patrons—not even romance, which has seldom businesshabits—he cheerfully assented91. On the very first night of theselater hours, at nine exactly, there came: not the young lady herself,but her servant, who, being closeted with brother Charles for some time, went away, and returned next night at the same hour, and onthe next, and on the next again.
These repeated visits inflamed92 the curiosity of Nicholas to thevery highest pitch. Tantalised and excited, beyond all bearing, andunable to fathom93 the mystery without neglecting his duty, heconfided the whole secret to Newman Noggs, imploring94 him to beon the watch next night; to follow the girl home; to set on foot suchinquiries relative to the name, condition, and history of hermistress, as he could, without exciting suspicion; and to report theresult to him with the least possible delay.
Beyond all measure proud of this commission, Newman Noggstook up his post, in the square, on the following evening, a fullhour before the needful time, and planting himself behind thepump and pulling his hat over his eyes, began his watch with anelaborate appearance of mystery, admirably calculated to excitethe suspicion of all beholders. Indeed, divers95 servant girls whocame to draw water, and sundry96 little boys who stopped to drinkat the ladle, were almost scared out of their senses, by theapparition of Newman Noggs looking stealthily round the pump,with nothing of him visible but his face, and that wearing theexpression of a meditative97 Ogre.
Punctual to her time, the messenger came again, and, after aninterview of rather longer duration than usual, departed. Newmanhad made two appointments with Nicholas: one for the nextevening, conditional98 on his success: and one the next nightfollowing, which was to be kept under all circumstances. The firstnight he was not at the place of meeting (a certain tavern99 abouthalf-way between the city and Golden Square), but on the secondnight he was there before Nicholas, and received him with open arms.
‘It’s all right,’ whispered Newman. ‘Sit down. Sit down, there’sa dear young man, and let me tell you all about it.’
Nicholas needed no second invitation, and eagerly inquiredwhat was the news.
‘There’s a great deal of news,’ said Newman, in a flutter ofexultation. ‘It’s all right. Don’t be anxious. I don’t know where tobegin. Never mind that. Keep up your spirits. It’s all right.’
‘Well?’ said Nicholas eagerly. ‘Yes?’
‘Yes,’ replied Newman. ‘That’s it.’
‘What’s it?’ said Nicholas. ‘The name—the name, my dearfellow!’
‘The name’s Bobster,’ replied Newman.
‘Bobster!’ repeated Nicholas, indignantly.
‘That’s the name,’ said Newman. ‘I remember it by lobster100.’
‘Bobster!’ repeated Nicholas, more emphatically than before.
‘That must be the servant’s name.’
‘No, it an’t,’ said Newman, shaking his head with greatpositiveness. ‘Miss Cecilia Bobster.’
‘Cecilia, eh?’ returned Nicholas, muttering the two namestogether over and over again in every variety of tone, to try theeffect. ‘Well, Cecilia is a pretty name.’
‘Very. And a pretty creature too,’ said Newman.
‘Who?’ said Nicholas.
‘Miss Bobster.’
‘Why, where have you seen her?’ demanded Nicholas.
‘Never mind, my dear boy,’ retorted Noggs, clapping him on theshoulder. ‘I have seen her. You shall see her. I’ve managed it all.’
‘My dear Newman,’ cried Nicholas, grasping his hand, ‘are you serious?’
‘I am,’ replied Newman. ‘I mean it all. Every word. You shall seeher tomorrow night. She consents to hear you speak for yourself. Ipersuaded her. She is all affability, goodness, sweetness, andbeauty.’
‘I know she is; I know she must be, Newman!’ said Nicholas,wringing his hand.
‘You are right,’ returned Newman.
‘Where does she live?’ cried Nicholas. ‘What have you learnt ofher history? Has she a father—mother—any brothers—sisters?
What did she say? How came you to see her? Was she not verymuch surprised? Did you say how passionately101 I have longed tospeak to her? Did you tell her where I had seen her? Did you tellher how, and when, and where, and how long, and how often, Ihave thought of that sweet face which came upon me in mybitterest distress103 like a glimpse of some better world—did you,Newman—did you?’
Poor Noggs literally104 gasped105 for breath as this flood of questionsrushed upon him, and moved spasmodically in his chair at everyfresh inquiry, staring at Nicholas meanwhile with a most ludicrousexpression of perplexity.
‘No,’ said Newman, ‘I didn’t tell her that.’
‘Didn’t tell her which?’ asked Nicholas.
‘About the glimpse of the better world,’ said Newman. ‘I didn’ttell her who you were, either, or where you’d seen her. I said youloved her to distraction106.’
‘That’s true, Newman,’ replied Nicholas, with his characteristicvehemence. ‘Heaven knows I do!’
‘I said too, that you had admired her for a long time in secret,’
said Newman.
‘Yes, yes. What did she say to that?’ asked Nicholas.
‘Blushed,’ said Newman.
‘To be sure. Of course she would,’ said Nicholas approvingly.
Newman then went on to say, that the young lady was an onlychild, that her mother was dead, that she resided with her father,and that she had been induced to allow her lover a secretinterview, at the intercession of her servant, who had greatinfluence with her. He further related how it required muchmoving and great eloquence107 to bring the young lady to this pass;how it was expressly understood that she merely affordedNicholas an opportunity of declaring his passion; and how she byno means pledged herself to be favourably108 impressed with hisattentions. The mystery of her visits to the brothers Cheerybleremained wholly unexplained, for Newman had not alluded109 tothem, either in his preliminary conversations with the servant orhis subsequent interview with the mistress, merely remarking thathe had been instructed to watch the girl home and plead his youngfriend’s cause, and not saying how far he had followed her, or fromwhat point. But Newman hinted that from what had fallen fromthe confidante, he had been led to suspect that the young lady leda very miserable110 and unhappy life, under the strict control of heronly parent, who was of a violent and brutal111 temper; acircumstance which he thought might in some degree account,both for her having sought the protection and friendship of thebrothers, and her suffering herself to be prevailed upon to grantthe promised interview. The last he held to be a very logicaldeduction from the premises112, inasmuch as it was but natural tosuppose that a young lady, whose present condition was so unenviable, would be more than commonly desirous to change it.
It appeared, on further questioning—for it was only by a verylong and arduous113 process that all this could be got out of NewmanNoggs—that Newman, in explanation of his shabby appearance,had represented himself as being, for certain wise andindispensable purposes connected with that intrigue114, in disguise;and, being questioned how he had come to exceed his commissionso far as to procure115 an interview, he responded, that the ladyappearing willing to grant it, he considered himself bound, both induty and gallantry, to avail himself of such a golden means ofenabling Nicholas to prosecute116 his addresses. After these and allpossible questions had been asked and answered twenty timesover, they parted, undertaking117 to meet on the following night athalf-past ten, for the purpose of fulfilling the appointment; whichwas for eleven o’clock.
‘Things come about very strangely!’ thought Nicholas, as hewalked home. ‘I never contemplated118 anything of this kind; neverdreamt of the possibility of it. To know something of the life of onein whom I felt such interest; to see her in the street, to pass thehouse in which she lived, to meet her sometimes in her walks, tohope that a day might come when I might be in a condition to tellher of my love, this was the utmost extent of my thoughts. Now,however—but I should be a fool, indeed, to repine at my own goodfortune!’
Still, Nicholas was dissatisfied; and there was more in thedissatisfaction than mere66 revulsion of feeling. He was angry withthe young lady for being so easily won, ‘because,’ reasonedNicholas, ‘it is not as if she knew it was I, but it might have beenanybody,’—which was certainly not pleasant. The next moment, he was angry with himself for entertaining such thoughts, arguingthat nothing but goodness could dwell in such a temple, and thatthe behaviour of the brothers sufficiently showed the estimation inwhich they held her. ‘The fact is, she’s a mystery altogether,’ saidNicholas. This was not more satisfactory than his previous courseof reflection, and only drove him out upon a new sea ofspeculation and conjecture119, where he tossed and tumbled, in greatdiscomfort of mind, until the clock struck ten, and the hour ofmeeting drew nigh.
Nicholas had dressed himself with great care, and evenNewman Noggs had trimmed himself up a little; his coatpresenting the phenomenon of two consecutive120 buttons, and thesupplementary pins being inserted at tolerably regular intervals121.
He wore his hat, too, in the newest taste, with a pocket-handkerchief in the crown, and a twisted end of it straggling outbehind after the fashion of a pigtail, though he could scarcely layclaim to the ingenuity122 of inventing this latter decoration, inasmuchas he was utterly123 unconscious of it: being in a nervous and excitedcondition which rendered him quite insensible to everything butthe great object of the expedition.
They traversed the streets in profound silence; and afterwalking at a round pace for some distance, arrived in one, of agloomy appearance and very little frequented, near the EdgewareRoad.
‘Number twelve,’ said Newman.
‘Oh!’ replied Nicholas, looking about him.
‘Good street?’ said Newman.
‘Yes,’ returned Nicholas. ‘Rather dull.’
Newman made no answer to this remark, but, halting abruptly124, planted Nicholas with his back to some area railings, and gave himto understand that he was to wait there, without moving hand orfoot, until it was satisfactorily ascertained125 that the coast was clear.
This done, Noggs limped away with great alacrity126; looking over hisshoulder every instant, to make quite certain that Nicholas wasobeying his directions; and, ascending127 the steps of a house somehalf-dozen doors off, was lost to view.
After a short delay, he reappeared, and limping back again,halted midway, and beckoned128 Nicholas to follow him.
‘Well?’ said Nicholas, advancing towards him on tiptoe.
‘All right,’ replied Newman, in high glee. ‘All ready; nobody athome. Couldn’t be better. Ha! ha!’
With this fortifying129 assurance, he stole past a street-door, onwhich Nicholas caught a glimpse of a brass130 plate, with‘BOBSTER,’ in very large letters; and, stopping at the area-gate,which was open, signed to his young friend to descend131.
‘What the devil!’ cried Nicholas, drawing back. ‘Are we to sneakinto the kitchen, as if we came after the forks?’
‘Hush!’ replied Newman. ‘Old Bobster—ferocious Turk. He’dkill ’em all—box the young lady’s ears—he does—often.’
‘What!’ cried Nicholas, in high wrath132, ‘do you mean to tell methat any man would dare to box the ears of such a—’
He had no time to sing the praises of his mistress, just then, forNewman gave him a gentle push which had nearly precipitatedhim to the bottom of the area steps. Thinking it best to take thehint in good part, Nicholas descended133, without furtherremonstrance, but with a countenance bespeaking134 anything ratherthan the hope and rapture135 of a passionate102 lover. Newmanfollowed—he would have followed head first, but for the timely assistance of Nicholas—and, taking his hand, led him through astone passage, profoundly dark, into a back-kitchen or cellar, ofthe blackest and most pitchy obscurity, where they stopped.
‘Well!’ said Nicholas, in a discontented whisper, ‘this is not all, Isuppose, is it?’
‘No, no,’ rejoined Noggs; ‘they’ll be here directly. It’s all right.’
‘I am glad to hear it,’ said Nicholas. ‘I shouldn’t have thought it,I confess.’
They exchanged no further words, and there Nicholas stood,listening to the loud breathing of Newman Noggs, and imaginingthat his nose seemed to glow like a red-hot coal, even in the midstof the darkness which enshrouded them. Suddenly the sound ofcautious footsteps attracted his ear, and directly afterwards afemale voice inquired if the gentleman was there.
‘Yes,’ replied Nicholas, turning towards the corner from whichthe voice proceeded. ‘Who is that?’
‘Only me, sir,’ replied the voice. ‘Now if you please, ma’am.’
A gleam of light shone into the place, and presently the servantgirl appeared, bearing a light, and followed by her young mistress,who seemed to be overwhelmed by modesty136 and confusion.
At sight of the young lady, Nicholas started and changed colour;his heart beat violently, and he stood rooted to the spot. At thatinstant, and almost simultaneously137 with her arrival and that of thecandle, there was heard a loud and furious knocking at the street-door, which caused Newman Noggs to jump up, with great agility,from a beer-barrel on which he had been seated astride, and toexclaim abruptly, and with a face of ashy paleness, ‘Bobster, bythe Lord!’
The young lady shrieked138, the attendant wrung139 her hands, 744Nicholas gazed from one to the other in apparent stupefaction,and Newman hurried to and fro, thrusting his hands into all hispockets successively, and drawing out the linings140 of every one inthe excess of his irresolution141. It was but a moment, but theconfusion crowded into that one moment no imagination canexaggerate.
‘Leave the house, for Heaven’s sake! We have done wrong, wedeserve it all,’ cried the young lady. ‘Leave the house, or I amruined and undone142 for ever.’
‘Will you hear me say but one word?’ cried Nicholas. ‘Only one.
I will not detain you. Will you hear me say one word, inexplanation of this mischance?’
But Nicholas might as well have spoken to the wind, for theyoung lady, with distracted looks, hurried up the stairs. He wouldhave followed her, but Newman, twisting his hand in his coatcollar, dragged him towards the passage by which they hadentered.
‘Let me go, Newman, in the Devil’s name!’ cried Nicholas. ‘Imust speak to her. I will! I will not leave this house without.’
‘Reputation—character—violence—consider,’ said Newman,clinging round him with both arms, and hurrying him away. ‘Letthem open the door. We’ll go, as we came, directly it’s shut. Come.
This way. Here.’
Overpowered by the remonstrances143 of Newman, and the tearsand prayers of the girl, and the tremendous knocking above,which had never ceased, Nicholas allowed himself to be hurriedoff; and, precisely144 as Mr Bobster made his entrance by the street-door, he and Noggs made their exit by the area-gate.
They hurried away, through several streets, without stopping or speaking. At last, they halted and confronted each other withblank and rueful faces.
‘Never mind,’ said Newman, gasping145 for breath. ‘Don’t be castdown. It’s all right. More fortunate next time. It couldn’t behelped. I did my part.’
‘Excellently,’ replied Nicholas, taking his hand. ‘Excellently,and like the true and zealous146 friend you are. Only—mind, I am notdisappointed, Newman, and feel just as much indebted to you—only it was the wrong lady.’
‘Eh?’ cried Newman Noggs. ‘Taken in by the servant?’
‘Newman, Newman,’ said Nicholas, laying his hand upon hisshoulder: ‘it was the wrong servant too.’
Newman’s under-jaw dropped, and he gazed at Nicholas, withhis sound eye fixed147 fast and motionless in his head.
‘Don’t take it to heart,’ said Nicholas; ‘it’s of no consequence;you see I don’t care about it; you followed the wrong person, that’sall.’
That was all. Whether Newman Noggs had looked round thepump, in a slanting148 direction, so long, that his sight becameimpaired; or whether, finding that there was time to spare, he hadrecruited himself with a few drops of something stronger than thepump could yield—by whatsoever149 means it had come to pass, thiswas his mistake. And Nicholas went home to brood upon it, and tomeditate upon the charms of the unknown young lady, now as farbeyond his reach as ever.
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precisely
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