RECORDS A TOUCHING1 ACT OF DELICATEFEELING, NOT UNMIXED WITH PLEASANTRY,ACHIEVED AND PERFORMED BY Messrs.
DODSON AND FOGGt was within a week of the close of the month of July, that ahackney cabriolet, number unrecorded, was seen to proceedat a rapid pace up Goswell Street; three people were squeezedinto it besides the driver, who sat in his own particular little dickeyat the side; over the apron2 were hung two shawls, belonging to twosmall vixenish-looking ladies under the apron; between whom,compressed into a very small compass, was stowed away, agentleman of heavy and subdued3 demeanour, who, whenever heventured to make an observation, was snapped up short by one ofthe vixenish ladies before-mentioned. Lastly, the two vixenishladies and the heavy gentleman were giving the drivercontradictory directions, all tending to the one point, that heshould stop at Mrs. Bardell’s door; which the heavy gentleman, indirect opposition4 to, and defiance5 of, the vixenish ladies,contended was a green door and not a yellow one.
‘Stop at the house with a green door, driver,’ said the heavygentleman.
‘Oh! You perwerse creetur!’ exclaimed one of the vixenishladies. ‘Drive to the ’ouse with the yellow door, cabmin.’
Upon this the cabman, who in a sudden effort to pull up at thehouse with the green door, had pulled the horse up so high that henearly pulled him backward into the cabriolet, let the animal’sfore-legs down to the ground again, and paused.
‘Now vere am I to pull up?’ inquired the driver. ‘Settle it amongyourselves. All I ask is, vere?’
Here the contest was renewed with increased violence; and thehorse being troubled with a fly on his nose, the cabman humanelyemployed his leisure in lashing7 him about on the head, on thecounter-irritation principle.
‘Most wotes carries the day!’ said one of the vixenish ladies atlength. ‘The ’ouse with the yellow door, cabman.’
But after the cabriolet had dashed up, in splendid style, to thehouse with the yellow door, ‘making,’ as one of the vixenish ladiestriumphantly said, ’acterrally more noise than if one had come inone’s own carriage,’ and after the driver had dismounted to assistthe ladies in getting out, the small round head of Master ThomasBardell was thrust out of the one-pair window of a house with ared door, a few numbers off.
‘Aggrawatin’ thing!’ said the vixenish lady last-mentioned,darting a withering8 glance at the heavy gentleman.
‘My dear, it’s not my fault,’ said the gentleman.
‘Don’t talk to me, you creetur, don’t,’ retorted the lady. ‘Thehouse with the red door, cabmin. Oh! If ever a woman wastroubled with a ruffinly creetur, that takes a pride and a pleasurein disgracing his wife on every possible occasion afore strangers, Iam that woman!’
‘You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Raddle,’ said the otherlittle woman, who was no other than Mrs. Cluppins. ‘What have Ibeen a-doing of?’ asked Mr. Raddle.
‘Don’t talk to me, don’t, you brute9, for fear I should beperwoked to forgit my sect10 and strike you!’ said Mrs. Raddle.
While this dialogue was going on, the driver was mostignominiously leading the horse, by the bridle11, up to the housewith the red door, which Master Bardell had already opened. Herewas a mean and low way of arriving at a friend’s house! Nodashing up, with all the fire and fury of the animal; no jumpingdown of the driver; no loud knocking at the door; no opening ofthe apron with a crash at the very last moment, for fear of theladies sitting in a draught12; and then the man handing the shawlsout, afterwards, as if he were a private coachman! The whole edgeof the thing had been taken off―it was flatter than walking.
‘Well, Tommy,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, ‘how’s your poor dearmother?’
‘Oh, she’s very well,’ replied Master Bardell. ‘She’s in the frontparlour, all ready. I’m ready too, I am.’ Here Master Bardell puthis hands in his pockets, and jumped off and on the bottom step ofthe door.
‘Is anybody else a-goin’, Tommy?’ said Mrs. Cluppins,arranging her pelerine.
‘Mrs. Sanders is going, she is,’ replied Tommy; ‘I’m going too, Iam.’
‘Drat the boy,’ said little Mrs. Cluppins. ‘He thinks of nobodybut himself. Here, Tommy, dear.’
‘Well,’ said Master Bardell.
‘Who else is a-goin’, lovey?’ said Mrs. Cluppins, in aninsinuating manner.
‘Oh! Mrs. Rogers is a-goin’,’ replied Master Bardell, opening hiseyes very wide as he delivered the intelligence.
‘What? The lady as has taken the lodgings13!’ ejaculated Mrs.
Cluppins.
Master Bardell put his hands deeper down into his pockets, andnodded exactly thirty-five times, to imply that it was the lady-lodger14, and no other.
‘Bless us!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. ‘It’s quite a party!’
‘Ah, if you knew what was in the cupboard, you’d say so,’
replied Master Bardell.
‘What is there, Tommy?’ said Mrs. Cluppins coaxingly15. ‘You’lltell me, Tommy, I know.’
‘No, I won’t,’ replied Master Bardell, shaking his head, andapplying himself to the bottom step again.
‘Drat the child!’ muttered Mrs. Cluppins. ‘What a prowokin’
little wretch16 it is! Come, Tommy, tell your dear Cluppy.’
‘Mother said I wasn’t to,’ rejoined Master Bardell, ‘I’m a-goin’ tohave some, I am.’ Cheered by this prospect17, the precocious18 boyapplied himself to his infantile treadmill20, with increased vigour21.
The above examination of a child of tender years took placewhile Mr. and Mrs. Raddle and the cab-driver were having analtercation concerning the fare, which, terminating at this point infavour of the cabman, Mrs. Raddle came up tottering22.
‘Lauk, Mary Ann! what’s the matter?’ said Mrs. Cluppins.
‘It’s put me all over in such a tremble, Betsy,’ replied Mrs.
Raddle. ‘Raddle ain’t like a man; he leaves everythink to me.’
This was scarcely fair upon the unfortunate Mr. Raddle, whohad been thrust aside by his good lady in the commencement ofthe dispute, and peremptorily23 commanded to hold his tongue. Hehad no opportunity of defending himself, however, for Mrs. Raddlegave unequivocal signs of fainting; which, being perceived fromthe parlour window, Mrs. Bardell, Mrs. Sanders, the lodger, andthe lodger’s servant, darted24 precipitately25 out, and conveyed herinto the house, all talking at the same time, and giving utterance26 tovarious expressions of pity and condolence, as if she were one ofthe most suffering mortals on earth. Being conveyed into the frontparlour, she was there deposited on a sofa; and the lady from thefirst floor running up to the first floor, returned with a bottle of sal-volatile, which, holding Mrs. Raddle tight round the neck, sheapplied in all womanly kindness and pity to her nose, until thatlady with many plunges27 and struggles was fain to declare herselfdecidedly better.
‘Ah, poor thing!’ said Mrs. Rogers, ‘I know what her feelin’s is,too well.’
‘Ah, poor thing! so do I,’ said Mrs. Sanders; and then all theladies moaned in unison28, and said they knew what it was, and theypitied her from their hearts, they did. Even the lodger’s littleservant, who was thirteen years old and three feet high,murmured her sympathy.
‘But what’s been the matter?’ said Mrs. Bardell.
‘Ah, what has decomposed29 you, ma’am?’ inquired Mrs. Rogers.
‘I have been a good deal flurried,’ replied Mrs. Raddle, in areproachful manner. Thereupon the ladies cast indignant glancesat Mr. Raddle.
‘Why, the fact is,’ said that unhappy gentleman, steppingforward, ‘when we alighted at this door, a dispute arose with thedriver of the cabrioily―‘A loud scream from his wife, at themention of this word, rendered all further explanation inaudible.
‘You’d better leave us to bring her round, Raddle,’ said Mrs.
Cluppins. ‘She’ll never get better as long as you’re here.’
All the ladies concurred30 in this opinion; so Mr. Raddle waspushed out of the room, and requested to give himself an airing inthe back yard. Which he did for about a quarter of an hour, whenMrs. Bardell announced to him with a solemn face that he mightcome in now, but that he must be very careful how he behavedtowards his wife. She knew he didn’t mean to be unkind; but MaryAnn was very far from strong, and, if he didn’t take care, he mightlose her when he least expected it, which would be a very dreadfulreflection for him afterwards; and so on. All this, Mr. Raddle heardwith great submission31, and presently returned to the parlour in amost lamb-like manner.
‘Why, Mrs. Rogers, ma’am,’ said Mrs. Bardell, ‘you’ve neverbeen introduced, I declare! Mr. Raddle, ma’am; Mrs. Cluppins,ma’am; Mrs. Raddle, ma’am.’
―‘Which is Mrs. Cluppins’s sister,’ suggested Mrs. Sanders.
‘Oh, indeed!’ said Mrs. Rogers graciously; for she was thelodger, and her servant was in waiting, so she was more graciousthan intimate, in right of her position. ‘Oh, indeed!’
Mrs. Raddle smiled sweetly, Mr. Raddle bowed, and Mrs.
Cluppins said, ‘she was sure she was very happy to have anopportunity of being known to a lady which she had heerd somuch in favour of, as Mrs. Rogers.’ A compliment which the last-named lady acknowledged with graceful32 condescension33.
‘Well, Mr. Raddle,’ said Mrs. Bardell; ‘I’m sure you ought to feelvery much honoured at you and Tommy being the only gentlemento escort so many ladies all the way to the Spaniards, atHampstead. Don’t you think he ought, Mrs. Rogers, ma’am?’
‘Oh, certainly, ma’am,’ replied Mrs. Rogers; after whom all theother ladies responded, ‘Oh, certainly.’
‘Of course I feel it, ma’am,’ said Mr. Raddle, rubbing his hands,and evincing a slight tendency to brighten up a little. ‘Indeed, totell you the truth, I said, as we was a-coming along in thecabrioily―’At the recapitulation of the word which awakened34 so manypainful recollections, Mrs. Raddle applied19 her handkerchief to hereyes again, and uttered a half-suppressed scream; so that Mrs.
Bardell frowned upon Mr. Raddle, to intimate that he had betternot say anything more, and desired Mrs. Rogers’s servant, with anair, to ‘put the wine on.’
This was the signal for displaying the hidden treasures of thecloset, which comprised sundry35 plates of oranges and biscuits, anda bottle of old crusted port―that at one-and-nine―with another ofthe celebrated36 East India sherry at fourteen-pence, which were allproduced in honour of the lodger, and afforded unlimitedsatisfaction to everybody. After great consternation37 had beenexcited in the mind of Mrs. Cluppins, by an attempt on the part ofTommy to recount how he had been cross-examined regarding thecupboard then in action (which was fortunately nipped in the budby his imbibing38 half a glass of the old crusted ‘the wrong way,’ andthereby endangering his life for some seconds), the party walkedforth in quest of a Hampstead stage. This was soon found, and in acouple of hours they all arrived safely in the Spaniards Tea-gardens, where the luckless Mr. Raddle’s very first act nearlyoccasioned his good lady a relapse; it being neither more nor lessthan to order tea for seven, whereas (as the ladies one and allremarked), what could have been easier than for Tommy to havedrank out of anybody’s cup―or everybody’s, if that was all―whenthe waiter wasn’t looking, which would have saved one head oftea, and the tea just as good!
However, there was no help for it, and the tea-tray came, withseven cups and saucers, and bread-and-butter on the same scale.
Mrs. Bardell was unanimously voted into the chair, and Mrs.
Rogers being stationed on her right hand, and Mrs. Raddle on herleft, the meal proceeded with great merriment and success.
‘How sweet the country is, to be sure!’ sighed Mrs. Rogers; ‘Ialmost wish I lived in it always.’
‘Oh, you wouldn’t like that, ma’am,’ replied Mrs. Bardell, ratherhastily; for it was not at all advisable, with reference to thelodgings, to encourage such notions; ‘you wouldn’t like it, ma’am.’
‘Oh! I should think you was a deal too lively and sought after, tobe content with the country, ma’am,’ said little Mrs. Cluppins.
‘Perhaps I am, ma’am. Perhaps I am,’ sighed the first-floorlodger.
‘For lone39 people as have got nobody to care for them, or takecare of them, or as have been hurt in their mind, or that kind ofthing,’ observed Mr. Raddle, plucking up a little cheerfulness, andlooking round, ‘the country is all very well. The country for awounded spirit, they say.’
Now, of all things in the world that the unfortunate man couldhave said, any would have been preferable to this. Of course Mrs.
Bardell burst into tears, and requested to be led from the tableinstantly; upon which the affectionate child began to cry too, mostdismally.
‘Would anybody believe, ma’am,’ exclaimed Mrs. Raddle,turning fiercely to the first-floor lodger, ‘that a woman could bemarried to such a unmanly creetur, which can tamper40 with awoman’s feelings as he does, every hour in the day, ma’am?’
‘My dear,’ remonstrated41 Mr. Raddle, ‘I didn’t mean anything,my dear.’
‘You didn’t mean!’ repeated Mrs. Raddle, with great scorn andcontempt. ‘Go away. I can’t bear the sight on you, you brute.’
‘You must not flurry yourself, Mary Ann,’ interposed Mrs.
Cluppins. ‘You really must consider yourself, my dear, which younever do. Now go away, Raddle, there’s a good soul, or you’ll onlyaggravate her.’
‘You had better take your tea by yourself, sir, indeed,’ said Mrs.
Rogers, again applying the smelling-bottle.
Mrs. Sanders, who, according to custom, was very busy with thebread-and-butter, expressed the same opinion, and Mr. Raddlequietly retired42.
After this, there was a great hoisting43 up of Master Bardell, whowas rather a large size for hugging, into his mother’s arms, inwhich operation he got his boots in the tea-board, and occasionedsome confusion among the cups and saucers. But that descriptionof fainting fits, which is contagious44 among ladies, seldom lastslong; so when he had been well kissed, and a little cried over, Mrs.
Bardell recovered, set him down again, wondering how she couldhave been so foolish, and poured out some more tea.
It was at this moment, that the sound of approaching wheelswas heard, and that the ladies, looking up, saw a hackney-coachstop at the garden gate.
‘More company!’ said Mrs. Sanders.
‘It’s a gentleman,’ said Mrs. Raddle.
‘Well, if it ain’t Mr. Jackson, the young man from Dodson andFogg’s!’ cried Mrs. Bardell. ‘Why, gracious! Surely Mr. Pickwickcan’t have paid the damages.’
‘Or hoffered marriage!’ said Mrs. Cluppins.
‘Dear me, how slow the gentleman is,’ exclaimed Mrs. Rogers.
‘Why doesn’t he make haste!’
As the lady spoke45 these words, Mr. Jackson turned from thecoach where he had been addressing some observations to ashabby man in black leggings, who had just emerged from thevehicle with a thick ash stick in his hand, and made his way to theplace where the ladies were seated; winding46 his hair round thebrim of his hat, as he came along. ‘Is anything the matter? Hasanything taken place, Mr. Jackson?’ said Mrs. Bardell eagerly.
‘Nothing whatever, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Jackson. ‘How de do,ladies? I have to ask pardon, ladies, for intruding―but the law,ladies―the law.’ With this apology Mr. Jackson smiled, made acomprehensive bow, and gave his hair another wind. Mrs. Rogerswhispered Mrs. Raddle that he was really an elegant young man.
‘I called in Goswell Street,’ resumed Mr. Jackson, ‘and hearingthat you were here, from the slavey, took a coach and came on.
Our people want you down in the city directly, Mrs. Bardell.’
‘Lor!’ ejaculated that lady, starting at the sudden nature of thecommunication.
‘Yes,’ said Mr. Jackson, biting his lip. ‘It’s very important andpressing business, which can’t be postponed47 on any account.
Indeed, Dodson expressly said so to me, and so did Fogg. I’ve keptthe coach on purpose for you to go back in.’
‘How very strange!’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell.
The ladies agreed that it was very strange, but wereunanimously of opinion that it must be very important, or Dodson& Fogg would never have sent; and further, that the businessbeing urgent, she ought to repair to Dodson & Fogg’s without anydelay.
There was a certain degree of pride and importance aboutbeing wanted by one’s lawyers in such a monstrous48 hurry, thatwas by no means displeasing49 to Mrs. Bardell, especially as it mightbe reasonably supposed to enhance her consequence in the eyes ofthe first-floor lodger. She simpered a little, affected50 extremevexation and hesitation51, and at last arrived at the conclusion thatshe supposed she must go.
‘But won’t you refresh yourself after your walk, Mr. Jackson?’
said Mrs. Bardell persuasively52.
‘Why, really there ain’t much time to lose,’ replied Jackson; ‘andI’ve got a friend here,’ he continued, looking towards the man withthe ash stick.
‘Oh, ask your friend to come here, sir,’ said Mrs. Bardell. ‘Prayask your friend here, sir.’
‘Why, thank’ee, I’d rather not,’ said Mr. Jackson, with someembarrassment of manner. ‘He’s not much used to ladies’ society,and it makes him bashful. If you’ll order the waiter to deliver himanything short, he won’t drink it off at once, won’t he!―only tryhim!’ Mr. Jackson’s fingers wandered playfully round his nose atthis portion of his discourse53, to warn his hearers that he wasspeaking ironically.
The waiter was at once despatched to the bashful gentleman,and the bashful gentleman took something; Mr. Jackson also tooksomething, and the ladies took something, for hospitality’s sake.
Mr. Jackson then said he was afraid it was time to go; upon which,Mrs. Sanders, Mrs. Cluppins, and Tommy (who it was arrangedshould accompany Mrs. Bardell, leaving the others to Mr. Raddle’sprotection), got into the coach.
‘Isaac,’ said Jackson, as Mrs. Bardell prepared to get in, lookingup at the man with the ash stick, who was seated on the box,smoking a cigar.
‘Well?’
‘This is Mrs. Bardell.’
‘Oh, I know’d that long ago,’ said the man.
Mrs. Bardell got in, Mr. Jackson got in after her, and away theydrove. Mrs. Bardell could not help ruminating54 on what Mr.
Jackson’s friend had said. Shrewd creatures, those lawyers. Lordbless us, how they find people out!
‘Sad thing about these costs of our people’s, ain’t it,’ saidJackson, when Mrs. Cluppins and Mrs. Sanders had fallen asleep;‘your bill of costs, I mean.’
‘I’m very sorry they can’t get them,’ replied Mrs. Bardell. ‘But ifyou law gentlemen do these things on speculation55, why you mustget a loss now and then, you know.’
‘You gave them a cognovit for the amount of your costs, afterthe trial, I’m told!’ said Jackson.
‘Yes. Just as a matter of form,’ replied Mrs. Bardell.
‘Certainly,’ replied Jackson drily. ‘Quite a matter of form.
Quite.’
On they drove, and Mrs. Bardell fell asleep. She was awakened,after some time, by the stopping of the coach.
‘Bless us!’ said the lady .’Are we at Freeman’s Court?’
‘We’re not going quite so far,’ replied Jackson. ‘Have thegoodness to step out.’
Mrs. Bardell, not yet thoroughly56 awake, complied. It was acurious place: a large wall, with a gate in the middle, and a gas-light burning inside.
‘Now, ladies,’ cried the man with the ash stick, looking into thecoach, and shaking Mrs. Sanders to wake her, ‘Come!’ Rousingher friend, Mrs. Sanders alighted. Mrs. Bardell, leaning onJackson’s arm, and leading Tommy by the hand, had alreadyentered the porch. They followed.
The room they turned into was even more odd-looking than theporch. Such a number of men standing57 about! And they stared so!
‘What place is this?’ inquired Mrs. Bardell, pausing.
‘Only one of our public offices,’ replied Jackson, hurrying herthrough a door, and looking round to see that the other womenwere following. ‘Look sharp, Isaac!’
‘Safe and sound,’ replied the man with the ash stick. The doorswung heavily after them, and they descended58 a small flight ofsteps.
‘Here we are at last. All right and tight, Mrs. Bardell!’ saidJackson, looking exultingly59 round.
‘What do you mean?’ said Mrs. Bardell, with a palpitating heart.
‘Just this,’ replied Jackson, drawing her a little on one side;‘don’t be frightened, Mrs. Bardell. There never was a moredelicate man than Dodson, ma’am, or a more humane6 man thanFogg. It was their duty in the way of business, to take you inexecution for them costs; but they were anxious to spare yourfeelings as much as they could. What a comfort it must be, to you,to think how it’s been done! This is the Fleet, ma’am. Wish yougood-night, Mrs. Bardell. Good-night, Tommy!’
As Jackson hurried away in company with the man with the ashstick another man, with a key in his hand, who had been lookingon, led the bewildered female to a second short flight of stepsleading to a doorway60. Mrs. Bardell screamed violently; Tommyroared; Mrs. Cluppins shrunk within herself; and Mrs. Sandersmade off, without more ado. For there stood the injured Mr.
Pickwick, taking his nightly allowance of air; and beside him leantSamuel Weller, who, seeing Mrs. Bardell, took his hat off withmock reverence61, while his master turned indignantly on his heel.
‘Don’t bother the woman,’ said the turnkey to Weller; ‘she’s justcome in.’
‘A prisoner!’ said Sam, quickly replacing his hat. ‘Who’s theplaintives? What for? Speak up, old feller.’
‘Dodson and Fogg,’ replied the man; ‘execution on cognovit forcosts.’
‘Here, Job, Job!’ shouted Sam, dashing into the passage. ‘Runto Mr. Perker’s, Job. I want him directly. I see some good in this.
Here’s a game. Hooray! vere’s the gov’nor?’
But there was no reply to these inquiries62, for Job had startedfuriously off, the instant he received his commission, and Mrs.
Bardell had fainted in real downright earnest.
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