CLEARING UP ALL DOUBTS (IF ANY EXISTED)OF THE DISINTERESTEDNESS1 OFMr. JINGLE2’S CHARACTERhere are in London several old inns, once theheadquarters of celebrated3 coaches in the days whencoaches performed their journeys in a graver and moresolemn manner than they do in these times; but which have nowdegenerated into little more than the abiding4 and booking-placesof country wagons5. The reader would look in vain for any of theseancient hostelries, among the Golden Crosses and Bull andMouths, which rear their stately fronts in the improved streets ofLondon. If he would light upon any of these old places, he mustdirect his steps to the obscurer quarters of the town, and there insome secluded6 nooks he will find several, still standing7 with a kindof gloomy sturdiness, amidst the modern innovations whichsurround them.
In the Borough8 especially, there still remain some half-dozenold inns, which have preserved their external features unchanged,and which have escaped alike the rage for public improvementand the encroachments of private speculation9. Great, ramblingqueer old places they are, with galleries, and passages, andstaircases, wide enough and antiquated10 enough to furnishmaterials for a hundred ghost stories, supposing we should ever bereduced to the lamentable11 necessity of inventing any, and that theworld should exist long enough to exhaust the innumerableveracious legends connected with old London Bridge, and itsadjacent neighbourhood on the Surrey side.
It was in the yard of one of these inns―of no less celebrated aone than the White Hart―that a man was busily employed in brushing the dirt off a pair of boots, early on the morningsucceeding the events narrated13 in the last chapter. He was habitedin a coarse, striped waistcoat, with black calico sleeves, and blueglass buttons; drab breeches and leggings. A bright redhandkerchief was wound in a very loose and unstudied styleround his neck, and an old white hat was carelessly thrown on oneside of his head. There were two rows of boots before him, onecleaned and the other dirty, and at every addition he made to theclean row, he paused from his work, and contemplated14 its resultswith evident satisfaction.
The yard presented none of that bustle15 and activity which arethe usual characteristics of a large coach inn. Three or fourlumbering wagons, each with a pile of goods beneath its amplecanopy, about the height of the second-floor window of anordinary house, were stowed away beneath a lofty roof whichextended over one end of the yard; and another, which wasprobably to commence its journey that morning, was drawn16 outinto the open space. A double tier of bedroom galleries, with oldClumsy balustrades, ran round two sides of the straggling area,and a double row of bells to correspond, sheltered from theweather by a little sloping roof, hung over the door leading to thebar and coffee-room. Two or three gigs and chaise-carts werewheeled up under different little sheds and pent-houses; and theoccasional heavy tread of a cart-horse, or rattling17 of a chain at thefarther end of the yard, announced to anybody who cared aboutthe matter, that the stable lay in that direction. When we add thata few boys in smock-frocks were lying asleep on heavy packages,wool-packs, and other articles that were scattered18 about on heapsof straw, we have described as fully19 as need be the generalappearance of the yard of the White Hart Inn, High Street,Borough, on the particular morning in question.
A loud ringing of one of the bells was followed by theappearance of a smart chambermaid in the upper sleeping gallery,who, after tapping at one of the doors, and receiving a requestfrom within, called over the balustrades―‘Sam!’
‘Hollo,’ replied the man with the white hat.
‘Number twenty-two wants his boots.’
‘Ask number twenty-two, vether he’ll have ’em now, or vait tillhe gets ’em,’ was the reply.
‘Come, don’t be a fool, Sam,’ said the girl coaxingly20, ‘thegentleman wants his boots directly.’
‘Well, you are a nice young ’ooman for a musical party, you are,’
said the boot-cleaner. ‘Look at these here boots―eleven pair o’
boots; and one shoe as belongs to number six, with the woodenleg. The eleven boots is to be called at half-past eight and the shoeat nine. Who’s number twenty-two, that’s to put all the others out?
No, no; reg’lar rotation21, as Jack22 Ketch said, ven he tied the menup. Sorry to keep you a-waitin’, sir, but I’ll attend to you directly.’
Saying which, the man in the white hat set to work upon a top-boot with increased assiduity.
There was another loud ring; and the bustling23 old landlady24 ofthe White Hart made her appearance in the opposite gallery.
‘Sam,’ cried the landlady, ‘where’s that lazy, idle―why, Sam―oh, there you are; why don’t you answer?’
‘Vouldn’t be gen-teel to answer, till you’d done talking,’ repliedSam gruffly.
‘Here, clean these shoes for number seventeen directly, andtake ’em to private sitting-room25, number five, first floor.’
The landlady flung a pair of lady’s shoes into the yard, andbustled away.
‘Number five,’ said Sam, as he picked up the shoes, and takinga piece of chalk from his pocket, made a memorandum26 of theirdestination on the soles―‘Lady’s shoes and private sittin’-room! Isuppose she didn’t come in the vagin.’
‘She came in early this morning,’ cried the girl, who was stillleaning over the railing of the gallery, ‘with a gentleman in ahackney-coach, and it’s him as wants his boots, and you’d betterdo ’em, that’s all about it.’
‘Vy didn’t you say so before,’ said Sam, with great indignation,singling out the boots in question from the heap before him. ‘Forall I know’d he was one o’ the regular threepennies. Private room!
and a lady too! If he’s anything of a gen’l’m’n, he’s vurth a shillin’ aday, let alone the arrands.’ Stimulated27 by this inspiring reflection,Mr. Samuel brushed away with such hearty28 good-will, that in afew minutes the boots and shoes, with a polish which would havestruck envy to the soul of the amiable29 Mr. Warren (for they usedDay & Martin at the White Hart), had arrived at the door ofnumber five.
‘Come in,’ said a man’s voice, in reply to Sam’s rap at the door.
Sam made his best bow, and stepped into the presence of a ladyand gentleman seated at breakfast. Having officiously depositedthe gentleman’s boots right and left at his feet, and the lady’sshoes right and left at hers, he backed towards the door.
‘Boots,’ said the gentleman.
‘Sir,’ said Sam, closing the door, and keeping his hand on theknob of the lock. ‘Do you know―what’s a-name―Doctors’
Commons?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Where is it?’
‘Paul’s Churchyard, sir; low archway on the carriage side,bookseller’s at one corner, hot-el on the other, and two porters inthe middle as touts30 for licences.’
‘Touts for licences!’ said the gentleman.
‘Touts for licences,’ replied Sam. ‘Two coves31 in vhite aprons32―touches their hats ven you walk in―“Licence, sir, licence?” Queersort, them, and their mas’rs, too, sir―Old Bailey Proctors―and nomistake.’
‘What do they do?’ inquired the gentleman.
‘Do! You, sir! That ain’t the worst on it, neither. They putsthings into old gen’l’m’n’s heads as they never dreamed of. Myfather, sir, wos a coachman. A widower33 he wos, and fat enough foranything―uncommon fat, to be sure. His missus dies, and leaveshim four hundred pound. Down he goes to the Commons, to seethe34 lawyer and draw the blunt―very smart―top boots on―nosegay in his button-hole―broad-brimmed tile―green shawl―quite the gen’l’m’n. Goes through the archvay, thinking how heshould inwest the money―up comes the touter35, touches his hat―“Licence, sir, licence?”―“What’s that?” says my father.―“Licence, sir,” says he.―“What licence?” says my father.―“Marriage licence,” says the touter.―“Dash my veskit,” says myfather, “I never thought o’ that.”―“I think you wants one, sir,”
says the touter. My father pulls up, and thinks a bit―“No,” sayshe, “damme, I’m too old, b’sides, I’m a many sizes too large,” sayshe.―“Not a bit on it, sir,” says the touter.―“Think not?” says myfather.―“I’m sure not,” says he; “we married a gen’l’m’n twiceyour size, last Monday.”―“Did you, though?” said my father.―“To be sure, we did,” says the touter, “you’re a babby to him―thisway, sir―this way!”―and sure enough my father walks arter him,like a tame monkey behind a horgan, into a little back office, verea teller36 sat among dirty papers, and tin boxes, making believe hewas busy. “Pray take a seat, vile37 I makes out the affidavit38, sir,”
says the lawyer.―“Thank’ee, sir,” says my father, and down hesat, and stared with all his eyes, and his mouth vide open, at thenames on the boxes. “What’s your name, sir,” says the lawyer.―“Tony Weller,” says my father.―“Parish?” says the lawyer. “BelleSavage,” says my father; for he stopped there wen he drove up,and he know’d nothing about parishes, he didn’t.―“And what’sthe lady’s name?” says the lawyer. My father was struck all of aheap. “Blessed if I know,” says he.―“Not know!” says thelawyer.―“No more nor you do,” says my father; “can’t I put that inarterwards?”―“Impossible!” says the lawyer.―“Wery well,” saysmy father, after he’d thought a moment, “put down Mrs.
Clarke.”―“What Clarke?” says the lawyer, dipping his pen in theink.―“Susan Clarke, Markis o’ Granby, Dorking,” says my father;“she’ll have me, if I ask. I des-say―I never said nothing to her, butshe’ll have me, I know.” The licence was made out, and she didhave him, and what’s more she’s got him now; and I never had anyof the four hundred pound, worse luck. Beg your pardon, sir,’ saidSam, when he had concluded, ‘but wen I gets on this heregrievance, I runs on like a new barrow with the wheel greased.’
Having said which, and having paused for an instant to seewhether he was wanted for anything more, Sam left the room.
‘Half-past nine―just the time―off at once;’ said the gentleman,whom we need hardly introduce as Mr. Jingle.
‘Time―for what?’ said the spinster aunt coquettishly.
‘Licence, dearest of angels―give notice at the church―call youmine, to-morrow’―said Mr. Jingle, and he squeezed the spinsteraunt’s hand.
‘The licence!’ said Rachael, blushing.
‘The licence,’ repeated Mr. Jingle―‘In hurry, post-haste for a licence,In hurry, ding dong I come back.’
‘How you run on,’ said Rachael.
‘Run on―nothing to the hours, days, weeks, months, years,when we’re united―run on―they’ll fly on―bolt―mizzle―steam-engine―thousand-horse power―nothing to it.’
‘Can’t―can’t we be married before to-morrow morning?’
inquired Rachael. ‘Impossible―can’t be―notice at the church―leave the licence to-day―ceremony come off to-morrow.’
‘I am so terrified, lest my brother should discover us!’ saidRachael.
‘Discover―nonsense―too much shaken by the break-down―besides―extreme caution―gave up the post-chaise―walked on―took a hackney-coach―came to the Borough―last place in theworld that he’d look in―ha! ha!―capital notion that―very.’
‘Don’t be long,’ said the spinster affectionately, as Mr. Jinglestuck the pinched-up hat on his head.
‘Long away from you?―Cruel charmer;’ and Mr. Jingle skippedplayfully up to the spinster aunt, imprinted39 a chaste40 kiss upon herlips, and danced out of the room.
‘Dear man!’ said the spinster, as the door closed after him.
‘Rum old girl,’ said Mr. Jingle, as he walked down the passage.
It is painful to reflect upon the perfidy41 of our species; and wewill not, therefore, pursue the thread of Mr. Jingle’s meditations,as he wended his way to Doctors’ Commons. It will be sufficientfor our purpose to relate, that escaping the snares42 of the dragonsin white aprons, who guard the entrance to that enchanted43 region,he reached the vicar-general’s office in safety and having procureda highly flattering address on parchment, from the Archbishop ofCanterbury, to his ‘trusty and well-beloved Alfred Jingle andRachael Wardle, greeting,’ he carefully deposited the mysticdocument in his pocket, and retraced44 his steps in triumph to theBorough.
He was yet on his way to the White Hart, when two plumpgentleman and one thin one entered the yard, and looked round insearch of some authorised person of whom they could make a fewinquiries. Mr. Samuel Weller happened to be at that momentengaged in burnishing45 a pair of painted tops, the personalproperty of a farmer who was refreshing46 himself with a slightlunch of two or three pounds of cold beef and a pot or two ofporter, after the fatigues47 of the Borough market; and to him thethin gentleman straightway advanced.
‘My friend,’ said the thin gentleman.
‘You’re one o’ the adwice gratis48 order,’ thought Sam, ‘or youwouldn’t be so wery fond o’ me all at once.’ But he only said―‘Well, sir.’
‘My friend,’ said the thin gentleman, with a conciliatory hem―‘have you got many people stopping here now? Pretty busy. Eh?’
Sam stole a look at the inquirer. He was a little high-dried man,with a dark squeezed-up face, and small, restless, black eyes, thatkept winking50 and twinkling on each side of his little inquisitivenose, as if they were playing a perpetual game of peep-bo with thatfeature. He was dressed all in black, with boots as shiny as hiseyes, a low white neckcloth, and a clean shirt with a frill to it. Agold watch-chain, and seals, depended from his fob. He carried hisblack kid gloves in his hands, and not on them; and as he spoke,thrust his wrists beneath his coat tails, with the air of a man whowas in the habit of propounding51 some regular posers.
‘Pretty busy, eh?’ said the little man.
‘Oh, wery well, sir,’ replied Sam, ‘we shan’t be bankrupts, andwe shan’t make our fort’ns. We eats our biled mutton withoutcapers, and don’t care for horse-radish ven ve can get beef.’
‘Ah,’ said the little man, ‘you’re a wag, ain’t you?’
‘My eldest52 brother was troubled with that complaint,’ said Sam;‘it may be catching―I used to sleep with him.’
‘This is a curious old house of yours,’ said the little man, lookinground him.
‘If you’d sent word you was a-coming, we’d ha’ had it repaired;’
replied the imperturbable53 Sam.
The little man seemed rather baffled by these several repulses,and a short consultation54 took place between him and the twoplump gentlemen. At its conclusion, the little man took a pinch ofsnuff from an oblong silver box, and was apparently55 on the pointof renewing the conversation, when one of the plump gentlemen,who in addition to a benevolent56 countenance57, possessed58 a pair ofspectacles, and a pair of black gaiters, interfered―‘The fact of the matter is,’ said the benevolent gentleman, ‘thatmy friend here (pointing to the other plump gentleman) will giveyou half a guinea, if you’ll answer one or two―’‘Now, my dear sir―my dear sir,’ said the little man, ‘pray, allowme―my dear sir, the very first principle to be observed in thesecases, is this: if you place the matter in the hands of a professionalman, you must in no way interfere59 in the progress of the business;you must repose60 implicit61 confidence in him. Really, Mr.―’ Heturned to the other plump gentleman, and said, ‘I forget yourfriend’s name.’
‘Pickwick,’ said Mr. Wardle, for it was no other than that jollypersonage.
‘Ah, Pickwick―really Mr. Pickwick, my dear sir, excuse me―Ishall be happy to receive any private suggestions of yours, asamicus curiae, but you must see the impropriety of yourinterfering with my conduct in this case, with such an adcaptandum argument as the offer of half a guinea. Really, my dearsir, really;’ and the little man took an argumentative pinch ofsnuff, and looked very profound.
‘My only wish, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘was to bring this veryunpleasant matter to as speedy a close as possible.’
‘Quite right―quite right,’ said the little man.
‘With which view,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, ‘I made use of theargument which my experience of men has taught me is the mostlikely to succeed in any case.’
‘Ay, ay,’ said the little man, ‘very good, very good, indeed; butyou should have suggested it to me. My dear sir, I’m quite certainyou cannot be ignorant of the extent of confidence which must beplaced in professional men. If any authority can be necessary onsuch a point, my dear sir, let me refer you to the well-known casein Barnwell and―’
‘Never mind George Barnwell,’ interrupted Sam, who hadremained a wondering listener during this short colloquy;‘everybody knows what sort of a case his was, tho’ it’s always beenmy opinion, mind you, that the young ’ooman deserved scragginga precious sight more than he did. Hows’ever, that’s neither herenor there. You want me to accept of half a guinea. Wery well, I’magreeable: I can’t say no fairer than that, can I, sir?’ (Mr. Pickwicksmiled.) Then the next question is, what the devil do you wantwith me, as the man said, wen he see the ghost?’
‘We want to know―’ said Mr. Wardle.
‘Now, my dear sir―my dear sir,’ interposed the busy little man.
Mr. Wardle shrugged62 his shoulders, and was silent.
‘We want to know,’ said the little man solemnly; ‘and we ask thequestion of you, in order that we may not awaken63 apprehensionsinside―we want to know who you’ve got in this house at present?’
‘Who there is in the house!’ said Sam, in whose mind theinmates were always represented by that particular article of theircostume, which came under his immediate64 superintendence.
‘There’s a vooden leg in number six; there’s a pair of Hessians inthirteen; there’s two pair of halves in the commercial; there’s thesehere painted tops in the snuggery inside the bar; and five moretops in the coffee-room.’
‘Nothing more?’ said the little man.
‘Stop a bit,’ replied Sam, suddenly recollecting65 himself. ‘Yes;there’s a pair of Vellingtons a good deal worn, and a pair o’ lady’sshoes, in number five.’
‘What sort of shoes?’ hastily inquired Wardle, who, togetherwith Mr. Pickwick, had been lost in bewilderment at the singularcatalogue of visitors.
‘Country make,’ replied Sam.
‘Any maker’s name?’
‘Brown.’
‘Where of?’
‘Muggleton.
‘It is them,’ exclaimed Wardle. ‘By heavens, we’ve found them.’
‘Hush!’ said Sam. ‘The Vellingtons has gone to Doctors’
Commons.’
‘No,’ said the little man.
‘Yes, for a licence.’
‘We’re in time,’ exclaimed Wardle. ‘Show us the room; not amoment is to be lost.’
‘Pray, my dear sir―pray,’ said the little man; ‘caution, caution.’
He drew from his pocket a red silk purse, and looked very hard atSam as he drew out a sovereign.
Sam grinned expressively66.
‘Show us into the room at once, without announcing us,’ saidthe little man, ‘and it’s yours.’
Sam threw the painted tops into a corner, and led the waythrough a dark passage, and up a wide staircase. He paused at theend of a second passage, and held out his hand.
‘Here it is,’ whispered the attorney, as he deposited the moneyon the hand of their guide.
The man stepped forward for a few paces, followed by the twofriends and their legal adviser67. He stopped at a door.
‘Is this the room?’ murmured the little gentleman.
Old Wardle opened the door; and the whole three walked intothe room just as Mr. Jingle, who had that moment returned, hadproduced the licence to the spinster aunt.
The spinster uttered a loud shriek69, and throwing herself into achair, covered her face with her hands. Mr. Jingle crumpled70 upthe licence, and thrust it into his coat pocket. The unwelcomevisitors advanced into the middle of the room. ‘You―you are anice rascal71, arn’t you?’ exclaimed Wardle, breathless with passion.
‘My dear sir, my dear sir,’ said the little man, laying his hat onthe table, ‘pray, consider―pray. Defamation72 of character: actionfor damages. Calm yourself, my dear sir, pray―’
‘How dare you drag my sister from my house?’ said the oldman.
Ay―ay―very good,’ said the little gentleman, ‘you may askthat. How dare you, sir?―eh, sir?’
‘Who the devil are you?’ inquired Mr. Jingle, in so fierce a tone,that the little gentleman involuntarily fell back a step or two.
‘Who is he, you scoundrel,’ interposed Wardle. ‘He’s my lawyer,Mr. Perker, of Gray’s Inn. Perker, I’ll have this fellowprosecuted―indicted―I’ll―I’ll―I’ll ruin him. And you,’ continuedMr. Wardle, turning abruptly73 round to his sister―‘you, Rachael, ata time of life when you ought to know better, what do you mean byrunning away with a vagabond, disgracing your family, andmaking yourself miserable74? Get on your bonnet75 and come back.
Call a hackney-coach there, directly, and bring this lady’s bill, d’yehear―d’ye hear?’
‘Cert’nly, sir,’ replied Sam, who had answered Wardle’s violentringing of the bell with a degree of celerity which must haveappeared marvellous to anybody who didn’t know that his eye had been applied76 to the outside of the keyhole during the wholeinterview.
‘Get on your bonnet,’ repeated Wardle.
‘Do nothing of the kind,’ said Jingle. ‘Leave the room, sir―nobusiness here―lady’s free to act as she pleases―more than one-and-twenty.’
‘More than one-and-twenty!’ ejaculated Wardlecontemptuously. ‘More than one-and-forty!’
‘I ain’t,’ said the spinster aunt, her indignation getting thebetter of her determination to faint.
‘You are,’ replied Wardle; ‘you’re fifty if you’re an hour.’
Here the spinster aunt uttered a loud shriek, and becamesenseless.
‘A glass of water,’ said the humane77 Mr. Pickwick, summoningthe landlady.
‘A glass of water!’ said the passionate78 Wardle. ‘Bring a bucket,and throw it all over her; it’ll do her good, and she richly deservesit.’
‘Ugh, you brute79!’ ejaculated the kind-hearted landlady. ‘Poordear.’ And with sundry80 ejaculations of ‘Come now, there’s a dear―drink a little of this―it’ll do you good―don’t give way so―there’sa love,’ etc. etc., the landlady, assisted by a chambermaid,proceeded to vinegar the forehead, beat the hands, titillate81 thenose, and unlace the stays of the spinster aunt, and to administersuch other restoratives as are usually applied by compassionatefemales to ladies who are endeavouring to ferment82 themselves intohysterics.
‘Coach is ready, sir,’ said Sam, appearing at the door.
‘Come along,’ cried Wardle. ‘I’ll carry her downstairs.’
At this proposition, the hysterics came on with redoubledviolence. The landlady was about to enter a very violent protestagainst this proceeding83, and had already given vent12 to anindignant inquiry84 whether Mr. Wardle considered himself a lord ofthe creation, when Mr. Jingle interposed―‘Boots,’ said he, ‘get me an officer.’
‘Stay, stay,’ said little Mr. Perker. ‘Consider, sir, consider.’
‘I’ll not consider,’ replied Jingle. ‘She’s her own mistress―seewho dares to take her away―unless she wishes it.’
‘I won’t be taken away,’ murmured the spinster aunt. ‘I don’twish it.’ (Here there was a frightful85 relapse.)‘My dear sir,’ said the little man, in a low tone, taking Mr.
Wardle and Mr. Pickwick apart―‘my dear sir, we’re in a veryawkward situation. It’s a distressing86 case―very; I never knew onemore so; but really, my dear sir, really we have no power to controlthis lady’s actions. I warned you before we came, my dear sir, thatthere was nothing to look to but a compromise.’
There was a short pause.
‘What kind of compromise would you recommend?’ inquiredMr. Pickwick.
‘Why, my dear sir, our friend’s in an unpleasant position―verymuch so. We must be content to suffer some pecuniary87 loss.’
‘I’ll suffer any, rather than submit to this disgrace, and let her,fool as she is, be made miserable for life,’ said Wardle.
‘I rather think it can be done,’ said the bustling little man. ‘Mr.
Jingle, will you step with us into the next room for a moment?’
Mr. Jingle assented88, and the quartette walked into an emptyapartment.
‘Now, sir,’ said the little man, as he carefully closed the door, ‘isthere no way of accommodating this matter―step this way, sir, fora moment―into this window, sir, where we can be alone―there,sir, there, pray sit down, sir. Now, my dear sir, between you and I,we know very well, my dear sir, that you have run off with thislady for the sake of her money. Don’t frown, sir, don’t frown; I say,between you and I, WE know it. We are both men of the world,and WE know very well that our friends here, are not―eh?’
Mr. Jingle’s face gradually relaxed; and something distantlyresembling a wink49 quivered for an instant in his left eye.
‘Very good, very good,’ said the little man, observing theimpression he had made. ‘Now, the fact is, that beyond a fewhundreds, the lady has little or nothing till the death of hermother―fine old lady, my dear sir.’
‘Old,’ said Mr. Jingle briefly89 but emphatically.
‘Why, yes,’ said the attorney, with a slight cough. ‘You are right,my dear sir, she is rather old. She comes of an old family though,my dear sir; old in every sense of the word. The founder90 of thatfamily came into Kent when Julius Caesar invaded Britain;―onlyone member of it, since, who hasn’t lived to eighty-five, and he wasbeheaded by one of the Henrys. The old lady is not seventy-threenow, my dear sir.’ The little man paused, and took a pinch of snuff.
‘Well,’ cried Mr. Jingle.
‘Well, my dear sir―you don’t take snuff!―ah! so much thebetter―expensive habit―well, my dear sir, you’re a fine youngman, man of the world―able to push your fortune, if you hadcapital, eh?’
‘Well,’ said Mr. Jingle again.
‘Do you comprehend me?’
‘Not quite.’
‘Don’t you think―now, my dear sir, I put it to you don’t youthink―that fifty pounds and liberty would be better than MissWardle and expectation?’
‘Won’t do―not half enough!’ said Mr. Jingle, rising.
‘Nay91, nay, my dear sir,’ remonstrated92 the little attorney, seizinghim by the button. ‘Good round sum―a man like you could trebleit in no time―great deal to be done with fifty pounds, my dear sir.’
‘More to be done with a hundred and fifty,’ replied Mr. Jinglecoolly.
‘Well, my dear sir, we won’t waste time in splitting straws,’
resumed the little man, ‘say―say―seventy.’
‘Won’t do,’ said Mr. Jingle.
‘Don’t go away, my dear sir―pray don’t hurry,’ said the littleman. ‘Eighty; come: I’ll write you a cheque at once.’
‘Won’t do,’ said Mr. Jingle.
‘Well, my dear sir, well,’ said the little man, still detaining him;‘just tell me what will do.’
‘Expensive affair,’ said Mr. Jingle. ‘Money out of pocket―posting, nine pounds; licence, three―that’s twelve―compensation, a hundred―hundred and twelve―breach ofhonour―and loss of the lady―’
‘Yes, my dear sir, yes,’ said the little man, with a knowing look,‘never mind the last two items. That’s a hundred and twelve―saya hundred―come.’
‘And twenty,’ said Mr. Jingle.
‘Come, come, I’ll write you a cheque,’ said the little man; anddown he sat at the table for that purpose.
‘I’ll make it payable93 the day after to-morrow,’ said the littleman, with a look towards Mr. Wardle; ‘and we can get the lady away, meanwhile.’ Mr. Wardle sullenly94 nodded assent.
‘A hundred,’ said the little man.
‘And twenty,’ said Mr. Jingle.
‘My dear sir,’ remonstrated the little man.
‘Give it him,’ interposed Mr. Wardle, ‘and let him go.’
The cheque was written by the little gentleman, and pocketedby Mr. Jingle.
‘Now, leave this house instantly!’ said Wardle, starting up.
‘My dear sir,’ urged the little man.
‘And mind,’ said Mr. Wardle, ‘that nothing should have inducedme to make this compromise―not even a regard for my family―ifI had not known that the moment you got any money in thatpocket of yours, you’d go to the devil faster, if possible, than youwould without it―’
‘My dear sir,’ urged the little man again.
‘Be quiet, Perker,’ resumed Wardle. ‘Leave the room, sir.’
‘Off directly,’ said the unabashed Jingle. ‘Bye bye, Pickwick.’
If any dispassionate spectator could have beheld95 thecountenance of the illustrious man, whose name forms the leadingfeature of the title of this work, during the latter part of thisconversation, he would have been almost induced to wonder thatthe indignant fire which flashed from his eyes did not melt theglasses of his spectacles―so majestic96 was his wrath97. His nostrilsdilated, and his fists clenched98 involuntarily, as he heard himselfaddressed by the villain99. But he restrained himself again―he didnot pulverise him.
‘Here,’ continued the hardened traitor100, tossing the licence atMr. Pickwick’s feet; ‘get the name altered―take home the lady―do for Tuppy.’
Mr. Pickwick was a philosopher, but philosophers are only menin armour101, after all. The shaft102 had reached him, penetratedthrough his philosophical103 harness, to his very heart. In the frenzyof his rage, he hurled104 the inkstand madly forward, and followed itup himself. But Mr. Jingle had disappeared, and he found himselfcaught in the arms of Sam.
‘Hollo,’ said that eccentric functionary105, ‘furniter’s cheap whereyou come from, sir. Self-acting ink, that ’ere; it’s wrote your markupon the wall, old gen’l’m’n. Hold still, sir; wot’s the use o’ runnin’
arter a man as has made his lucky, and got to t’other end of theBorough by this time?’
Mr. Pickwick’s mind, like those of all truly great men, was opento conviction. He was a quick and powerful reasoner; and amoment’s reflection sufficed to remind him of the impotency of hisrage. It subsided106 as quickly as it had been roused. He panted forbreath, and looked benignantly round upon his friends.
Shall we tell the lamentations that ensued when Miss Wardlefound herself deserted107 by the faithless Jingle? Shall we extract Mr.
Pickwick’s masterly description of that heartrending scene? Hisnote-book, blotted108 with the tears of sympathising humanity, liesopen before us; one word, and it is in the printer’s hands. But, no!
we will be resolute109! We will not wring110 the public bosom111, with thedelineation of such suffering!
Slowly and sadly did the two friends and the deserted ladyreturn next day in the Muggleton heavy coach. Dimly and darklyhad the sombre shadows of a summer’s night fallen upon allaround, when they again reached Dingley Dell, and stood withinthe entrance to Manor112 Farm.
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memorandum
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widower
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eldest
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imperturbable
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consultation
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apparently
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shrugged
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immediate
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