A great annual occasion has come round in the establishment of Mr.
Matthew Bagnet, otherwise Lignum Vitae, ex-artilleryman and presentbassoon-player. An occasion of feasting and festival. Thecelebration of a birthday in the family.
It is not Mr. Bagnet's birthday. Mr. Bagnet merely distinguishesthat epoch1 in the musical instrument business by kissing thechildren with an extra smack2 before breakfast, smoking anadditional pipe after dinner, and wondering towards evening whathis poor old mother is thinking about it--a subject of infinitespeculation, and rendered so by his mother having departed thislife twenty years. Some men rarely revert3 to their father, butseem, in the bank-books of their remembrance, to have transferredall the stock of filial affection into their mother's name. Mr.
Bagnet is one of like his trade the better for that. If I had keptclear of his old girl causes him usually to make the noun-substantive "goodness" of the feminine gender4.
It is not the birthday of one of the three children. Thoseoccasions are kept with some marks of distinction, but they rarelyoverleap the bounds of happy returns and a pudding. On youngWoolwich's last birthday, Mr. Bagnet certainly did, after observingon his growth and general advancement5, proceed, in a moment ofprofound reflection on the changes wrought6 by time, to examine himin the catechism, accomplishing with extreme accuracy the questionsnumber one and two, "What is your name?" and "Who gave you thatname?" but there failing in the exact precision of his memory andsubstituting for number three the question "And how do you likethat name?" which he propounded7 with a sense of its importance, initself so edifying8 and improving as to give it quite an orthodoxair. This, however, was a speciality on that particular birthday,and not a general solemnity.
It is the old girl's birthday, and that is the greatest holiday andreddest-letter day in Mr. Bagnet's calendar. The auspicious9 eventis always commemorated10 according to certain forms settled andprescribed by Mr. Bagnet some years since. Mr. Bagnet, beingdeeply convinced that to have a pair of fowls11 for dinner is toattain the highest pitch of imperial luxury, invariably goes forthhimself very early in the morning of this day to buy a pair; he is,as invariably, taken in by the vendor12 and installed in thepossession of the oldest inhabitants of any coop in Europe.
Returning with these triumphs of toughness tied up in a clean blueand white cotton handkerchief (essential to the arrangements), hein a casual manner invites Mrs. Bagnet to declare at breakfast whatshe would like for dinner. Mrs. Bagnet, by a coincidence neverknown to fail, replying fowls, Mr. Bagnet instantly produces hisbundle from a place of concealment13 amidst general amazement14 andrejoicing. He further requires that the old girl shall do nothingall day long but sit in her very best gown and be served by himselfand the young people. As he is not illustrious for his cookery,this may be supposed to be a matter of state rather than enjoymenton the old girl's part, but she keeps her state with all imaginablecheerfulness.
On this present birthday, Mr. Bagnet has accomplished15 the usualpreliminaries. He has bought two specimens16 of poultry17, which, ifthere be any truth in adages18, were certainly not caught with chaff,to be prepared for the spit; he has amazed and rejoiced the familyby their unlooked-for production; he is himself directing theroasting of the poultry; and Mrs. Bagnet, with her wholesome19 brownfingers itching20 to prevent what she sees going wrong, sits in hergown of ceremony, an honoured guest.
Quebec and Malta lay the cloth for dinner, while Woolwich, serving,as beseems him, under his father, keeps the fowls revolving21. Tothese young scullions Mrs. Bagnet occasionally imparts a wink22, or ashake of the head, or a crooked23 face, as they made mistakes.
"At half after one." Says Mr. Bagnet. "To the minute. They'll bedone."Mrs. Bagnet, with anguish24, beholds25 one of them at a standstillbefore the fire and beginning to burn.
"You shall have a dinner, old girl," says Mr. Bagnet. "Fit for aqueen."Mrs. Bagnet shows her white teeth cheerfully, but to the perceptionof her son, betrays so much uneasiness of spirit that he isimpelled by the dictates26 of affection to ask her, with his eyes,what is the matter, thus standing27, with his eyes wide open, moreoblivious of the fowls than before, and not affording the leasthope of a return to consciousness. Fortunately his elder sisterperceives the cause of the agitation28 in Mrs. Bagnet's breast andwith an admonitory poke29 recalls him. The stopped fowls going roundagain, Mrs. Bagnet closes her eyes in the intensity30 of her relief.
"George will look us up," says Mr. Bagnet. "At half after four.
To the moment. How many years, old girl. Has George looked us up.
This afternoon?""Ah, Lignum, Lignum, as many as make an old woman of a young one, Ibegin to think. Just about that, and no less," returns Mrs.
Bagnet, laughing and shaking her head.
"Old girl," says Mr. Bagnet, "never mind. You'd be as young asever you was. If you wasn't younger. Which you are. As everybodyknows."Quebec and Malta here exclaim, with clapping of hands, that Bluffyis sure to bring mother something, and begin to speculate on whatit will be.
"Do you know, Lignum," says Mrs. Bagnet, casting a glance on thetable-cloth, and winking31 "salt!" at Malta with her right eye, andshaking the pepper away from Quebec with her head, "I begin tothink George is in the roving way again.
"George," returns Mr. Bagnet, "will never desert. And leave hisold comrade. In the lurch32. Don't be afraid of it.""No, Lignum. No. I don't say he will. I don't think he will.
But if he could get over this money trouble of his, I believe hewould be off."Mr. Bagnet asks why.
"Well," returns his wife, considering, "George seems to me to begetting33 not a little impatient and restless. I don't say but whathe's as free as ever. Of course he must be free or he wouldn't beGeorge, but he smarts and seems put out.""He's extra-drilled," says Mr. Bagnet. "By a lawyer. Who wouldput the devil out.""There's something in that," his wife assents34; "but so it is,Lignum."Further conversation is prevented, for the time, by the necessityunder which Mr. Bagnet finds himself of directing the whole forceof his mind to the dinner, which is a little endangered by the dryhumour of the fowls in not yielding any gravy35, and also by the madegravy acquiring no flavour and turning out of a flaxen complexion36.
With a similar perverseness37, the potatoes crumble38 off forks in theprocess of peeling, upheaving from their centres in everydirection, as if they were subject to earthquakes. The legs of thefowls, too, are longer than could be desired, and extremely scaly39.
Overcoming these disadvantages to the best of his ability, Mr.
Bagnet at last dishes and they sit down at table, Mrs. Bagnetoccupying the guest's place at his right hand.
It is well for the old girl that she has but one birthday in ayear, for two such indulgences in poultry might be injurious.
Every kind of finer tendon and ligament that is in the nature ofpoultry to possess is developed in these specimens in the singularform of guitar-strings. Their limbs appear to have struck rootsinto their breasts and bodies, as aged40 trees strike roots into theearth. Their legs are so hard as to encourage the idea that theymust have devoted41 the greater part of their long and arduous42 livesto pedestrian exercises and the walking of matches. But Mr.
Bagnet, unconscious of these little defects, sets his heart on Mrs.
Bagnet eating a most severe quantity of the delicacies43 before her;and as that good old girl would not cause him a moment'sdisappointment on any day, least of all on such a day, for anyconsideration, she imperils her digestion44 fearfully. How youngWoolwich cleans the drum-sticks without being of ostrich45 descent,his anxious mother is at a loss to understand.
The old girl has another trial to undergo after the conclusion ofthe repast in sitting in state to see the room cleared, the hearthswept, and the dinner-service washed up and polished in thebackyard. The great delight and energy with which the two youngladies apply themselves to these duties, turning up their skirts inimitation of their mother and skating in and out on littlescaffolds of pattens, inspire the highest hopes for the future, butsome anxiety for the present. The same causes lead to confusion oftongues, a clattering46 of crockery, a rattling47 of tin mugs, awhisking of brooms, and an expenditure48 of water, all in excess,while the saturation49 of the young ladies themselves is almost toomoving a spectacle for Mrs. Bagnet to look upon with the calmnessproper to her position. At last the various cleansing50 processesare triumphantly51 completed; Quebec and Malta appear in freshattire, smiling and dry; pipes, tobacco, and something to drink areplaced upon the table; and the old girl enjoys the first peace ofmind she ever knows on the day of this delightful52 entertainment.
When Mr. Bagnet takes his usual seat, the hands of the clock arevery near to half-past four; as they mark it accurately53, Mr. Bagnetannounces, "George! Military time."It is George, and he has hearty54 congratulations for the old girl(whom he kisses on the great occasion), and for the children, andfor Mr. Bagnet. "Happy returns to all!" says Mr. George.
"But, George, old man!" cries Mrs. Bagnet, looking at himcuriously. "What's come to you?""Come to me?""Ah! You are so white, George--for you--and look so shocked. Nowdon't he, Lignum?""George," says Mr. Bagnet, "tell the old girl. What's the matter.""I didn't know I looked white," says the trooper, passing his handover his brow, "and I didn't know I looked shocked, and I'm sorry Ido. But the truth is, that boy who was taken in at my place diedyesterday afternoon, and it has rather knocked me over.""Poor creetur!" says Mrs. Bagnet with a mother's pity. "Is hegone? Dear, dear!""I didn't mean to say anything about it, for it's not birthdaytalk, but you have got it out of me, you see, before I sit down. Ishould have roused up in a minute," says the trooper, makinghimself speak more gaily55, "but you're so quick, Mrs. Bagnet.""You're right. The old girl," says Mr. Bagnet. "Is as quick. Aspowder.""And what's more, she's the subject of the day, and we'll stick toher," cries Mr. George. "See here, I have brought a little broochalong with me. It's a poor thing, you know, but it's a keepsake.
That's all the good it is, Mrs. Bagnet."Mr. George produces his present, which is greeted with admiringleapings and clappings by the young family, and with a species ofreverential admiration56 by Mr. Bagnet. "Old girl," says Mr. Bagnet.
"Tell him my opinion of it.""Why, it's a wonder, George!" Mrs. Bagnet exclaims. "It's thebeautifullest thing that ever was seen!""Good!" says Mr. Bagnet. "My opinion.""It's so pretty, George," cries Mrs. Bagnet, turning it on allsides and holding it out at arm's length, "that it seems too choicefor me.""Bad!" says Mr. Bagnet. "Not my opinlon.""But whatever it is, a hundred thousand thanks, old fellow," saysMrs. Bagnet, her eyes sparkling with pleasure and her handstretched out to him; "and though I have been a crossgrainedsoldier's wife to you sometimes, George, we are as strong friends,I am sure, in reality, as ever can be. Now you shall fasten it onyourself, for good luck, if you will, George."The children close up to see it done, and Mr. Bagnet looks overyoung Woolwich's head to see it done with an interest so maturelywooden, yet pleasantly childish, that Mrs. Bagnet cannot helplaughing in her airy way and saying, "Oh, Lignum, Lignum, what aprecious old chap you are!" But the trooper fails to fasten thebrooch. His hand shakes, he is nervous, and it falls off. "Wouldany one believe this?" says he, catching57 it as it drops and lookinground. "I am so out of sorts that I bungle58 at an easy job likethis!"Mrs. Bagnet concludes that for such a case there is no remedy likea pipe, and fastening the brooch herself in a twinkling, causes thetrooper to be inducted into his usual snug59 place and the pipes tobe got into action. "If that don't bring you round, George," saysshe, "just throw your eye across here at your present now and then,and the two together MUST do it.""You ought to do it of yourself," George answers; "I know that verywell, Mrs. Bagnet. I'll tell you how, one way and another, theblues have got to be too many for me. Here was this poor lad.
'Twas dull work to see him dying as he did, and not be able to helphim.""What do you mean, George? You did help him. You took him underyour roof.""I helped him so far, but that's little. I mean, Mrs. Bagnet,there he was, dying without ever having been taught much more thanto know his right hand from his left. And he was too far gone tobe helped out of that.""Ah, poor creetur!" says Mrs. Bagnet.
"Then," says the trooper, not yet lighting60 his pipe, and passinghis heavy hand over his hair, "that brought up Gridley in a man'smind. His was a bad case too, in a different way. Then the twogot mixed up in a man's mind with a flinty old rascal61 who had to dowith both. And to think of that rusty62 carbine, stock and barrel,standing up on end in his corner, hard, indifferent, takingeverything so evenly--it made flesh and blood tingle63, I do assureyou.""My advice to you," returns Mrs. Bagnet, "is to light your pipe andtingle that way. It's wholesomer and comfortabler, and better forthe health altogether.""You're right," says the trooper, "and I'll do it."So he does it, though still with an indignant gravity thatimpresses the young Bagnets, and even causes Mr. Bagnet to deferthe ceremony of drinking Mrs. Bagnet's health, always given byhimself on these occasions in a speech of exemplary terseness64. Butthe young ladies having composed what Mr. Bagnet is in the habit ofcalling "the mixtur," and George's pipe being now in a glow, Mr.
Bagnet considers it his duty to proceed to the toast of theevening. He addresses the assembled company in the followingterms.
"George. Woolwich. Quebec. Malta. This is her birthday. Take aday's march. And you won't find such another. Here's towardsher!"The toast having been drunk with enthusiasm, Mrs. Bagnet returnsthanks in a neat address of corresponding brevity. This modelcomposition is limited to the three words "And wishing yours!"which the old girl follows up with a nod at everybody in successionand a well-regulated swig of the mixture. This she again followsup, on the present occasion, by the wholly unexpected exclamation,"Here's a man!"Here IS a man, much to the astonishment65 of the little company,looking in at the parlour-door. He is a sharp-eyed man--a quickkeen man--and he takes in everybody's look at him, all at once,individually and collectively, in a manner that stamps him aremarkable man.
"George," says the man, nodding, "how do you find yourself?""Why, it's Bucket!" cries Mr. George.
"Yes," says the man, coming in and closing the door. "I was goingdown the street here when I happened to stop and look in at themusical instruments in the shop-window--a friend of mine is in wantof a second-hand66 wiolinceller of a good tone--and I saw a partyenjoying themselves, and I thought it was you in the corner; Ithought I couldn't be mistaken. How goes the world with you,George, at the present moment? Pretty smooth? And with you,ma'am? And with you, governor? And Lord," says Mr. Bucket,opening his arms, "here's children too! You may do anything withme if you only show me children. Give us a kiss, my pets. Nooccasion to inquire who YOUR father and mother is. Never saw sucha likeness67 in my life!"Mr. Bucket, not unwelcome, has sat himself down next to Mr. Georgeand taken Quebec and Malta on his knees. "You pretty dears," saysMr. Bucket, "give us another kiss; it's the only thing I'm greedyin. Lord bless you, how healthy you look! And what may be theages of these two, ma'am? I should put 'em down at the figures ofabout eight and ten.""You're very near, sir," says Mrs. Bagnet.
"I generally am near," returns Mr. Bucket, "being so fond ofchildren. A friend of mine has had nineteen of 'em, ma'am, all byone mother, and she's still as fresh and rosy68 as the morning. Notso much so as yourself, but, upon my soul, she comes near you! Andwhat do you call these, my darling?" pursues Mr. Bucket, pinchingMalta's cheeks. "These are peaches, these are. Bless your heart!
And what do you think about father? Do you think father couldrecommend a second-hand wiolinceller of a good tone for Mr.
Bucket's friend, my dear? My name's Bucket. Ain't that a funnyname?"These blandishments have entirely69 won the family heart. Mrs.
Bagnet forgets the day to the extent of filling a pipe and a glassfor Mr. Bucket and waiting upon him hospitably70. She would be gladto receive so pleasant a character under any circumstances, but shetells him that as a friend of George's she is particularly glad tosee him this evening, for George has not been in his usual spirits.
"Not in his usual spirits?" exclaims Mr. Bucket. "Why, I neverheard of such a thing! What's the matter, George? You don'tintend to tell me you've been out of spirits. What should you beout of spirits for? You haven't got anything on your mind, youknow.""Nothing particular," returns the trooper.
"I should think not," rejoins Mr. Bucket. "What could you have onyour mind, you know! And have these pets got anything on THEIRminds, eh? Not they, but they'll be upon the minds of some of theyoung fellows, some of these days, and make 'em precious low-spirited. I ain't much of a prophet, but I can tell you that,ma'am."Mrs. Bagnet, quite charmed, hopes Mr. Bucket has a family of hisown.
"There, ma'am!" says Mr. Bucket. "Would you believe it? No, Ihaven't. My wife and a lodger71 constitute my family. Mrs. Bucketis as fond of children as myself and as wishful to have 'em, butno. So it is. Worldly goods are divided unequally, and man mustnot repine. What a very nice backyard, ma'am! Any way out of thatyard, now?"There is no way out of that yard.
"Ain't there really?" says Mr. Bucket. "I should have thoughtthere might have been. Well, I don't know as I ever saw a backyardthat took my fancy more. Would you allow me to look at it? Thankyou. No, I see there's no way out. But what a very good-proportioned yard it is!"Having cast his sharp eye all about it, Mr. Bucket returns to hischair next his friend Mr. George and pats Mr. George affectionatelyon the shoulder.
"How are your spirits now, George?""All right now," returns the trooper.
"That's your sort!" says Mr. Bucket. "Why should you ever havebeen otherwise? A man of your fine figure and constitution has noright to be out of spirits. That ain't a chest to be out ofspirits, is it, ma'am? And you haven't got anything on your mind,you know, George; what could you have on your mind!"Somewhat harping72 on this phrase, considering the extent and varietyof his conversational73 powers, Mr. Bucket twice or thrice repeats itto the pipe he lights, and with a listening face that isparticularly his own. But the sun of his sociality soon recoversfrom this brief eclipse and shines again.
"And this is brother, is it, my dears?" says Mr. Bucket, referringto Quebec and Malta for information on the subject of youngWoolwich. "And a nice brother he is--half-brother I mean to say.
For he's too old to be your boy, ma'am.""I can certify74 at all events that he is not anybody else's,"returns Mrs. Bagnet, laughing.
"Well, you do surprise me! Yet he's like you, there's no denying.
Lord, he's wonderfully like you! But about what you may call thebrow, you know, THERE his father comes out!" Mr. Bucket comparesthe faces with one eye shut up, while Mr. Bagnet smokes in stolidsatisfaction.
This is an opportunity for Mrs. Bagnet to inform him that the boyis George's godson.
"George's godson, is he?" rejoins Mr. Bucket with extremecordiality. "I must shake hands over again with George's godson.
Godfather and godson do credit to one another. And what do youintend to make of him, ma'am? Does he show any turn for anymusical instrument?"Mr. Bagnet suddenly interposes, "Plays the fife. Beautiful.""Would you believe it, governor," says Mr. Bucket, struck by thecoincidence, "that when I was a boy I played the fife myself? Notin a scientific way, as I expect he does, but by ear. Lord blessyou! 'British Grenadiers'--there's a tune75 to warm an Englishmanup! COULD you give us 'British Grenadiers,' my fine fellow?"Nothing could be more acceptable to the little circle than thiscall upon young Woolwich, who immediately fetches his fife andperforms the stirring melody, during which performance Mr. Bucket,much enlivened, beats time and never falls to come in sharp withthe burden, "British Gra-a-anadeers!" In short, he shows so muchmusical taste that Mr. Bagnet actually takes his pipe from his lipsto express his conviction that he is a singer. Mr. Bucket receivesthe harmonious76 impeachment77 so modestly, confessing how that he didonce chaunt a little, for the expression of the feelings of his ownbosom, and with no presumptuous78 idea of entertaining his friends,that he is asked to sing. Not to be behindhand in the sociality ofthe evening, he complies and gives them "Believe Me, if All ThoseEndearing Young Charms." This ballad79, he informs Mrs. Bagnet, heconsiders to have been his most powerful ally in moving the heartof Mrs. Bucket when a maiden80, and inducing her to approach thealtar--Mr. Bucket's own words are "to come up to the scratch."This sparkling stranger is such a new and agreeable feature in theevening that Mr. George, who testified no great emotions ofpleasure on his entrance, begins, in spite of himself, to be ratherproud of him. He is so friendly, is a man of so many resources,and so easy to get on with, that it is something to have made himknown there. Mr. Bagnet becomes, after another pipe, so sensibleof the value of his acquaintance that he solicits81 the honour of hiscompany on the old girl's next birthday. If anything can moreclosely cement and consolidate82 the esteem83 which Mr. Bucket hasformed for the family, it is the discovery of the nature of theoccasion. He drinks to Mrs. Bagnet with a warmth approaching torapture, engages himself for that day twelvemonth more thanthankfully, makes a memorandum84 of the day in a large black pocket-book with a girdle to it, and breathes a hope that Mrs. Bucket andMrs. Bagnet may before then become, in a manner, sisters. As hesays himself, what is public life without private ties? He is inhis humble85 way a public man, but it is not in that sphere that hefinds happiness. No, it must be sought within the confines ofdomestic bliss86.
It is natural, under these circumstances, that he, in his turn,should remember the friend to whom he is indebted for so promisingan acquaintance. And he does. He keeps very close to him.
Whatever the subject of the conversation, he keeps a tender eyeupon him. He waits to walk home with him. He is interested in hisvery boots and observes even them attentively87 as Mr. George sitssmoking cross-legged in the chimney-corner.
At length Mr. George rises to depart. At the same moment Mr.
Bucket, with the secret sympathy of friendship, also rises. Hedotes upon the children to the last and remembers the commission hehas undertaken for an absent friend.
"Respecting that second-hand wiolinceller, governor--could yourecommend me such a thing?""Scores," says Mr. Bagnet.
"I am obliged to you," returns Mr. Bucket, squeezing his hand.
"You're a friend in need. A good tone, mind you! My friend is aregular dab88 at it. Ecod, he saws away at Mozart and Handel and therest of the big-wigs like a thorough workman. And you needn't,"says Mr. Bucket in a considerate and private voice, "you needn'tcommit yourself to too low a figure, governor. I don't want to paytoo large a price for my friend, but I want you to have your properpercentage and be remunerated for your loss of time. That is butfair. Every man must live, and ought to it."Mr. Bagnet shakes his head at the old girl to the effect that theyhave found a jewel of price.
"Suppose I was to give you a look in, say, at half arter ten to-morrow morning. Perhaps you could name the figures of a fewwiolincellers of a good tone?" says Mr. Bucket.
Nothing easier. Mr. and Mrs. Bagnet both engage to have therequisite information ready and even hint to each other at thepracticability of having a small stock collected there forapproval.
"Thank you," says Mr. Bucket, "thank you. Good night, ma'am. Goodnight, governor. Good night, darlings. I am much obliged to youfor one of the pleasantest evenings I ever spent in my life."They, on the contrary, are much obliged to him for the pleasure hehas given them in his company; and so they part with manyexpressions of goodwill89 on both sides. "Now George, old boy," saysMr. Bucket, taking his arm at the shop-door, "come along!" As theygo down the little street and the Bagnets pause for a minutelooking after them, Mrs. Bagnet remarks to the worthy90 Lignum thatMr. Bucket "almost clings to George like, and seems to be reallyfond of him."The neighbouring streets being narrow and ill-paved, it is a littleinconvenient to walk there two abreast91 and arm in arm. Mr. Georgetherefore soon proposes to walk singly. But Mr. Bucket, who cannotmake up his mind to relinquish92 his friendly hold, replies, "Waithalf a minute, George. I should wish to speak to you first."Immediately afterwards, he twists him into a public-house and intoa parlour, where he confronts him and claps his own back againstthe door.
"Now, George," says Mr. Bucket, "duty is duty, and friendship isfriendship. I never want the two to clash if I can help it. Ihave endeavoured to make things pleasant to-night, and I put it toyou whether I have done it or not. You must consider yourself incustody, George.""Custody93? What for?" returns the trooper, thunderstruck.
"Now, George," says Mr. Bucket, urging a sensible view of the caseupon him with his fat forefinger94, "duty, as you know very well, isone thing, and conversation is another. It's my duty to inform youthat any observations you may make will be liable to be usedagainst you. Therefore, George, be careful what you say. Youdon't happen to have heard of a murder?""Murder!""Now, George," says Mr. Bucket, keeping his forefinger in animpressive state of action, "bear in mind what I've said to you. Iask you nothing. You've been in low spirits this afternoon. Isay, you don't happen to have heard of a murder?""No. Where has there been a murder?""Now, George," says Mr. Bucket, "don't you go and commit yourself.
I'm a-going to tell you what I want you for. There has been amurder in Lincoln's Inn Fields--gentleman of the name ofTulkinghorn. He was shot last night. I want you for that."The trooper sinks upon a seat behind him, and great drops start outupon his forehead, and a deadly pallor overspreads his face.
"Bucket! It's not possible that Mr. Tulkinghorn has been killedand that you suspect ME?""George," returns Mr. Bucket, keeping his forefinger going, "it iscertainly possible, because it's the case. This deed was done lastnight at ten o'clock. Now, you know where you were last night atten o'clock, and you'll be able to prove it, no doubt.""Last night! Last night?" repeats the trooper thoughtfully. Thenit flashes upon him. "Why, great heaven, I was there last night!""So I have understood, George," returns Mr. Bucket with greatdeliberation. "So I have understood. Likewise you've been veryoften there. You've been seen hanging about the place, and you'vebeen heard more than once in a wrangle95 with him, and it's possible--I don't say it's certainly so, mind you, but it's possible--thathe may have been heard to call you a threatening, murdering,dangerous fellow."The trooper gasps96 as if he would admit it all if he could speak.
"Now, George," continues Mr. Bucket, putting his hat upon the tablewith an air of business rather in the upholstery way thanotherwise, "my wish is, as it has been all the evening, to makethings pleasant. I tell you plainly there's a reward out, of ahundred guineas, offered by Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet. Youand me have always been pleasant together; but I have got a duty todischarge; and if that hundred guineas is to be made, it may aswell be made by me as any other man. On all of which accounts, Ishould hope it was clear to you that I must have you, and that I'mdamned if I don't have you. Am I to call in any assistance, or isthe trick done?"Mr. George has recovered himself and stands up like a soldier.
"Come," he says; "I am ready.""George," continues Mr. Bucket, "wait a bit!" With his upholsterermanner, as if the trooper were a window to be fitted up, he takesfrom his pocket a pair of handcuffs. "This is a serious charge,George, and such is my duty."The trooper flushes angrily and hesitates a moment, but holds outhis two hands, clasped together, and says, "There! Put them on!"Mr. Bucket adjusts them in a moment. "How do you find them? Arethey comfortable? If not, say so, for I wish to make things aspleasant as is consistent with my duty, and I've got another pairin my pocket." This remark he offers like a most respectabletradesman anxious to execute an order neatly97 and to the perfectsatisfaction of his customer. "They'll do as they are? Very well!
Now, you see, George"--he takes a cloak from a corner and beginsadjusting it about the trooper's neck--"I was mindful of yourfeelings when I come out, and brought this on purpose. There!
Who's the wiser?""Only I," returns the trooper, "but as I know it, do me one moregood turn and pull my hat over my eyes.""Really, though! Do you mean it? Ain't it a pity? It looks so.""I can't look chance men in the face with these things on," Mr.
George hurriedly replies. "Do, for God's sake, pull my hatforward."So strongly entreated98, Mr. Bucket complies, puts his own hat on,and conducts his prize into the streets, the trooper marching on assteadily as usual, though with his head less erect99, and Mr. Bucketsteering him with his elbow over the crossings and up the turnings.
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