Mr. Candituft still grasps the hand of his excellent new friend. “Upon my honour, my dear sir, the sight of you looking so well lifts a mountain from my mind. I wouldn’t have had the feelings of Dr. Mizzlemist for the honours of the earth.” Mr. Jericho feebly smiles, lifting his shoulders in deprecation of further sympathy. “Surely this—this is the hand the fork went through, yet not so much as a scar.”
“It was nothing: I’m happily formed, Mr. Candituft; that is, my flesh heals directly. It all arises from a wonderful purity of blood no doubt, but nothing hurts me,” said Jericho, “nothing.”
“A common person, Mr. Jericho—now the danger’s past I don’t mind saying it—a common man from such a wound must have had lockjaw.” Here Candituft put his hand before his eyes, to shut out the horror of the picture. Recovering himself, he proceeded, with a gay, playful look—“And lockjaw, Mr. Jericho, would not have served your turn in the House of Commons.”
“My good sir,” answered Jericho, with an air of instruction, “I am not in the House of Commons.”
“Not taken the oaths and seat, certainly, but ’tis good as done. My dear sir, you are reserved for great things: the whole brotherhood1 of man will one day feel disposed to bless[Pg 86] you. And, my dear sir, permit me to congratulate you on your heroic helpmate, Mrs. Jericho.”
“She’s a—a fine woman,” said Jericho: he could say no less.
“A woman of far-seeing ambition. She already beholds2 you on the top of the tree, sir; on the top of the tree,” and Candituft shook Jericho’s hand till he shook him into smiles.
“Why, sir, I am not backward—goodness forbid!—not backward to acknowledge the responsibility. Money is the support of the world: the pillar of the social edifice3. Without money, man is little above the brute4.”
“A great political truth,” cried the astonished Candituft, “a very great political truth.”
“Let us look through the animal world, Mr. Candituft. What makes the elephant powerful?—his trunk and tusks5. What makes the lion dangerous?—his teeth and claws. And, what tusks and teeth are to the lower creatures, money is to man. Is it not so?” asked Jericho, confidently.
Candituft suddenly folded his arms, and looking downward, as though speaking to the carpet, said very vehemently—“It is.”
“I think,” continued Jericho, “I think it is the great Lord Bacon who somewhere observes—‘Knowledge, turned into ready money, is power.’ I am of his lordship’s opinion.”
“Of course, Mr. Jericho. It was to be expected of you. And now, my dear, dear sir, to business. Mrs. Jericho informed me, at Jogtrot Lodge6, that you burn to get into Parliament. You are right. That is your sphere.”
“I don’t think I could make a speech—don’t think I could say a dozen words,” urged the modest Jericho, “unless, I had the decanters before me.”
“We don’t look for long speeches from men of wealth, sir. We’ve plenty of speakers whose only bank is the English language; and tremendously they draw upon it. What we want—what we can’t have too much of—is the substantial, unmistakeable power of property. When a man rises with a million of money in his pocket, people think it’s his wealth that talks and not he. Therefore, boggle as he may, he is sure to[Pg 87] say something worth listening to. The world is charitable, sir, and tolerates the man for the metal.”
“Of course; very right. I don’t know,” said Jericho, re-assured, “that I ought to fear Parliament—much.”
“Fear! Your party would embrace you! You’d be the pet of the—by the way, what are your politics?” asked Candituft.
“The politics of—of the human heart,” answered Jericho, “of course, nothing less.”
“I thought so: our side! My dear sir, you will find it will be impossible for us to make too much of you. And now to the question that has brought me here. The borough9 of Toadsham is at your service. You needn’t even show yourself; all you have to say is—yes; and take your seat. You can’t imagine how your dear, your noble wife has jumped at the notion.”
“Well, ‘yes’ is soon said,” observed Jericho.
“And you’ll say it? I knew you would,” and Candituft shook Jericho by the hand. “Ha, sir! what a career is open to you. With your boundless10 wealth”—
“Pooh! pooh! no such thing, Mr. Candituft. What could have put it into your head?”
“With your boundless wealth, sir, after serving your country with your patriotic11 votes in the Commons, you’ll be gathered to the House of Lords in your green old age. Think of that, sir. In your very green old age. Rank, title, honours! Why, who shall say that the little ermine destined12 to trim your robe, are not at this minute playing somewhere in the Ural Mountains? Who shall say that the silk-worms that shall spin the silk for your blue riband, are not at this moment in the egg?”
Jericho thought he felt his heart warm with the fancy. He flattered himself that the organ absolutely fluttered. He observed—“What will be the price—the lowest price of Toadsham?”
“That is a large sum, Mr. Candituft,” cried Jericho.
“Well, now, you do surprise me! I cannot disguise it; you do astonish me. I did think you’d wonder at the cheapness.[Pg 88] Ten thousand pounds for a seat in Parliament! After all—with your enlarged views—what is it but so much money put out to the interest of your country and yourself? You must recollect14, sir, we live in revolutionary times. Now, there is such a cry for purity of election, as it’s called, that the selling price—when a pennyworth is to be had—must go up. It’s in the nature of human things, Mr. Jericho. In its time, sir, I give you my honour, Toadsham has brought double the money. Double the money, sir,” averred15 Candituft.
“When can the business be arranged? When can I go in?” asked Jericho.
“When the usual forms are over—and in your case, they are only forms—directly, my dear sir.”
“Well, as it will please my wife, and—as you observe, Mr. Candituft—property ought to prop8 the nation, I don’t think I shall refuse. No: you may book me for Toadsham.”
At this moment Mrs. Jericho entered the room. “Permit me, madam, to congratulate you on the admirable resolution of Mr. Jericho. He has consented”—said Candituft, as though relieved of great anxiety—“he has consented to stand by the country. He will sit for Toadsham.”
“Of course, my dear sir. These are not times”—said Mrs. Jericho—“for property to desert its post. No, sir, we must stand by our institutions. Ar’n’t they beautiful, my dear Solomon?”
“They look very bright,” said Jericho.
“Bright, my dear! Why, as Miss Candituft observed, they are positively18 scintillations of the sun. Bright! Why”—and Mrs. Jericho waved the jewels to and fro—“there’s no looking at them.”
“My dear, how very literal you are. Why, I thought you’d be delighted to see them,” said Mrs. Jericho.
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“I am; very much delighted,” and Jericho looked at the gems20 with as much light in his eye as would have been reflected therein from so many pewter buttons. “Very fine; whose are they?”
“Whose are they!” cried Mrs. Jericho. “What a question! Why, whose should they be?”
“I’m the worst of all men at a riddle,” said Jericho. “I can’t guess.”
“Why, Mr. Jericho, they are your wife’s—of course,” cried the majestic21 owner, with proud emphasis.
“What a question to ask a woman in London! My dear Jericho—ha! ha!—why, my good man, what is the matter with you? I thought you’d be delighted with my taste. Any other man would be proud of his wife, with such a choice. Eh, Mr. Candituft?”
“And so is Mr. Jericho. Only he’s a philosopher; he won’t show the rapture23 that swells24 his heart.” No winter-tortoise ever slept sounder in its shell, than did the heart of Jericho in his bosom25.
“You know, my dear,”—said Mrs. Jericho, in her sweetest, most convincing voice—“you know ’twould be impossible to go to court without diamonds. One isn’t drest without diamonds.”
“Court!” Jericho opened his eyes; and a wan7 smile broke on his thin, blank cheek. “Are you going to court?”
“Why, of course. Are we not, dear Mr. Candituft?” The Man-Tamer placed his hand upon his heart, and smiled assent26. “What would be thought of us, if we did not pay our homage27 to”—
“To be sure; very right; I shall only be too happy,” said Jericho; “it’s expected of us, no doubt.”
“And ’twill not be my fault, my dear, if we do not go like ourselves. The dear girls are quite delighted with their pearls”—
“Pearls,” repeated Mrs. Jericho very vivaciously—“quite delighted and”—
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The sentence was broken by the sudden appearance of Monica and Agatha, each bearing a jewel-case; and looking radiant with the possession.
“Thank you, dear papa,” said Monica, curtseying and smiling her best to Jericho.
“They’re beautiful! Thank you—dear, dearest papa”—cried the more impulsive29 Agatha, and—thoughtless of the presence of Candituft—she threw her arms about Jericho’s neck.
“And the pair of you have pearls, eh?” asked Jericho, very hopelessly.
“Look,” said Monica, and she exhibited her treasure.
“Look,” cried Agatha, and she half-dropt upon one knee, on the other side, to show her jewels.
“Beautiful!” cried Candituft. “Pray ladies, don’t stir.”—The girls, with pretty wonder in their faces, kept their positions on either side of Jericho. “My dear Madam”—and Candituft appealed to Mrs. Jericho—“Is not this a delightful30 group? An exquisite31 family picture? It ought to be painted. On either side beauty lustrous32 with thankfulness, and for the centre figure, benevolence33 unconscious of its worth. Positively it must go to the Academy.”
“Milton and his Daughters quite common-place to it,” averred Miss Candituft, joining the party: for the interesting group above had been suddenly scattered34 by the arrival of the jeweller. Hence, Sir Arthur Hodmadod shortly afterwards edged himself into the circle, contributing his admiration35 in his own nervous style. Ere, however, his praises could call forth36 a response, there was an addition to the party in the flushed and hurried person of Basil Pennibacker.
“Beg your pardon. Like a cannon-ball, you see, bring my own apology with me,” cried Basil.
“My dear child,” said Mrs. Jericho. “What is the matter? Why are you always in such a hurry?”
“Credit’s long, ma’am, life is short, as the latin tailor says,” and Basil bowed to the guests.
“Look at mamma’s diamonds and our pearls,” cried Agatha.
“Why, my honoured madam, you are not going to wear these diamonds? You are? When?” cried Basil.
“Oh, at the drawing-room, on Thursday,” said Mrs. Jericho.
“Well, then, my revered37 lady, let me embrace you; I shall never see you again. Never,” said the despairing son.
“What do you mean, you foolish boy?” and the fond mother smiled at her child, and shook her head.
“You’ll be carried off, ma’am, stolen beyond the hope of all Hue-and-Cry. You must go to St. James’s with two policemen in your carriage; two with blunderbusses, or the property’s lost. Eh? What’s here?”—and Basil looked at the treasures of his sisters. “Pearls, eh? Why what a lot!—there’s the lining38 of a hundred beds of oysters39.”
“Basil, how can you!” cried Agatha.
“Cost a pretty penny, eh? Take the oysters at eight-pence a dozen, and say two dozen subscribe40 one pearl, how much will the pair of you be worth, when you’re both drest? Eh, sir! That’s a nice bit of arithmetic,” said Basil, turning to Jericho. “How much, sir?”
“I don’t know, young man”—said Jericho with dignity. “What is more—I don’t want to know.”
“No, sir; but it’s odd how folks will force disagreeable knowledge upon us; crab-apples, sir, that we must eat, and defy the stomach-ache.”
“Basil!” exclaimed Mrs. Jericho, in her very deepest voice.
“I suppose,” said the unchecked Basil, “you’ve not heard—no, I’m sure you haven’t, by the holiday looks of you all. I’m certain, Mr. Candituft, you’ve heard nothing disagreeable, otherwise you’d have been alarming to look at.”
“Dear Mr. Pennibacker”—and Candituft clasped his hands, “what has happened?”
“Ha! you’ve something like a heart, you have; so fresh, and so full now. Some people’s hearts are shrunk in them like dried nuts. ’Pon my life, you can hear ’em rattle41 as they walk.”
“Mr. Pennibacker!” said Jericho solemnly.
“Sir!” said Basil, folding his arms, and drawing himself up.
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“You will keep these similes42 for your associates. There are ladies and gentlemen here,” said Jericho.
“Very good, sir; I’m easy of belief; wasn’t made for a martyr43. No, sir,” said Basil, “warranted not to burn.”
“My dear Basil, for all this levity,” said Mrs. Jericho, “I can see there’s something wrong. What is it?”
“Well then, here it is.” Basil cleared his throat, yet his eyes moistened, and his mouth twitched44 as he spoke45. “Well then, to begin; your friend Carraways is ruined.”
“Ruined!” echoed all.
“That fine old man—that noble gentleman—that capital chap crowned in his cradle the king of good fellows—that man that was as free of the loyalty46 as the skies are free of rain—well, he’s ruined! A blank—£. s. d. scratched clean out of him—in one word, the vital spark of money has left him, and in the city he’s worse than a dead man.”
“It’s quite impossible!” cried Mrs. Jericho; “so sudden! How could it have happened?”
“Easily enough. House gone in India. Nothing safe there. For my part, I hardly believe in India at all. I think India’s a magnificent illusion, like a grand sunset. Somehow or the other every fortune in India has an earthquake wrapt up in it. Any way, Carraways is swallowed;” and Basil bit his lip.
“Well, I am sorry,” said Miss Candituft. “I must say I am very sorry.”
“Very good of you, madam. And of you too, sir;” and Basil looked gloomily in the unconcerned countenance48 of Candituft. “I’m sure your heart is broken. I can see the pieces in your face.”
“The fact is, dear sir,” said Candituft, and he spoke truly, “I was a little prepared for the intelligence. Still I feel deeply for my friend.”
“And poor Mrs. Carraways! Poor dear soul! What will she do? I feel for her,” said Mrs. Jericho.
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“And sweet Bessy! It will be a dreadful blow! Such a gentle creature,” said Monica, glancing at her pearls.
“Why, she can’t come to positive want, you know,” said Hodmadod; and then, looking about him in his wise way, he added—“I don’t think she’ll come to want, do you? She’s accomplished49, you know, and when I say accomplished”—
“I know,” said Basil bitterly, his eye flashing. “I know; turn governess—an upper housemaid, with privilege to go without caps. Teach children to gargle their little throats with the gamut50. Of course, she can’t starve. But I beg your pardon, Mr. Candituft, people did say you were in love with Bessy.”
“I always admired Miss Carraways, but love—never, sir, never,” said Candituft with solemn emphasis; and Monica again looked at her pearls, and serenely51 smiled.
“Well, I only wish she’d have me,” said Basil. “I never did think I should go the way of most flesh—but as matters have turned out, I’d marry Bessy myself.”
Mr. Jericho rose with great dignity from his seat. He looked about him, as though bespeaking52 all attention for the coming utterance53. When he deemed the company sufficiently54 toned down to appreciate the value of his words, he looked sternly at Basil, and said—“I cannot consent to remain in the room and listen to such folly55—such headlong folly.” With this, our Man made of Money majestically56 retired57.
“Better not drive me desperate,” said the youth; “better not, or I’ll marry her, and—to get a bit of honest bread—disgrace the family. Shouldn’t at all mind sweeping58 a crossing in diamond studs, mahogany stick and lavender broom. Elegance59 in distress60. Must melt a discerning public. Ha! ha!” and the young man laughed very savagely61.
“Basil, I must say it—your conduct is most extravagant,” cried Mrs. Jericho. “Marry, indeed!”
“Why not? As Bessy can make satin pincushions, and I can sell ’em, my wife will serve the family cheap, my dear lady, if only for old acquaintance. Ha! ha!”
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“Don’t be foolish, Basil. For my own part,” said Mrs. Jericho, “I would make any sacrifice for the poor things.”
“And so would I, mamma,” said Monica.
“And gracious goodness knows,” cried Agatha, “so would I.”
“And you mean it? Well, I begin to be proud of you,” said Basil. “And it isn’t friendship made easy? Oh no; certainly not. Capital little girls you are! Let us have a good stare at these sons of oysters,” and Basil took the pearls from his sisters; whilst Mrs. Jericho with important looks moved silently from the room. “I suppose”—and Basil waved the jewels in the light—“I suppose they’re warranted real natives?”
“What do you mean, Basil?” cried Monica.
“Beautiful jewels,” and Basil still admired the pearls. “But what a jewel is true friendship, eh? Nothing like that jewel for the time-piece of life to go upon; is there, Sir Arthur?”
“Certainly not,” answered the baronet. “When I say certainly not, I mean—it’s quite a matter of opinion.”
“How very handsome you’ll look with these upon you! ’Pon my word, girls, they’ll think you’re mermaids62 come to court; come, with the family pearls from the Indian seas. They will,” cried Basil, earnestly. “You’ll look beautiful with them; but, if you’ll take my advice, much more lovely without ’em.”
“Without ’em! Go to court without jewels! Foolish boy! What would you have us wear?” asked Monica.
“Friendship, my pretty one. It is such a jewel, and I’ll tell you how you may best display it.”
Whilst Basil describes to impatient cars a very uninteresting operation, we will follow Mrs. Jericho. She has just entered Mr. Jericho’s study. “My dear,” she observes, “you must let me have some money.”
Mr. Jericho did not rouse himself at the sound. He sat in his arm-chair, pale and thin, and melancholy63.
“What is the matter, Solomon? Surely you are not ill?” said Mrs. Jericho.
“Certainly not; do I look ill?” asked the Man of Money.
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“Why,—no. Nevertheless, my dear, you don’t seem to have that zest64 for life that—with such a prospect65 opening upon us—you ought to have. In a few weeks you’re in Parliament: a peerage must follow in proper time: we can command that. Our money must make us one of the bulwarks66 of the constitution. Why, you don’t attend to me, my love: one of the bulwarks,” repeated Mrs. Jericho.
“And now”—said Mrs. Jericho, in her most cordial manner—“now, let me have a thousand pounds.”
“A thousand pounds! What for?” cried Jericho.
“To pay the jeweller. The man—I’m determined68 never to lay out another shilling at the house—the man has orders not to leave the jewels without the money. He little knows whom he insults,” said Mrs. Jericho; twisting her neck to strangle her indignation.
“He won’t leave the jewels without the money?” said Jericho. “Then let him take them back—we won’t have ’em.”
“Why,” answered the wife, “’twould be only what the fellow deserves; but the truth is, I’m very much taken with them. Besides, to reject them we—we might be misunderstood.”
Jericho had, in truth, no mind to lay out a thousand pounds. A terrible suspicion of the nature of his money made him pause. He would therefore turn to his own account the caution of the tradesman. “I’ll not be insulted, Mrs. Jericho. The man has refused to leave the goods without the money; very well—let him take them back.”
“Mamma!” cried the weeping Monica, running into the room.
“Why, what’s the matter? Tears! What can have happened?” asked their mother.
“That Basil has run away with my pearls,” cried Monica.
“And mine!” sobbed Agatha.
“Put them in his pocket in the most shameful71 manner, and said he’d turn them into—into—” Monica could get no farther[Pg 96] for her tears; whereupon Agatha vigorously wiped her eyes, checked her sorrow, and indignantly continued—
“Into friendship for Bessy Carraways. Because we said we’d show our friendship in any way, he told us a fine story about a better—better—better jewel—and—and—and pearls in his pocket—gone away,” sobbed Agatha, incapable72 of unbroken speech.
Mrs. Jericho knitted her brow in deep black lines; then smiled and said—“’Tis only Basil’s jest; but certainly a very foolish one. Now, Mr. Jericho, the money must be paid; we have not the jewels to return. Now, we have no other alternative.” Jericho groaned. “I will send the man to you.”
“When I ring the bell,” said the haggard Jericho.
“Come, girls, ’tis only Basil’s frolic, but certainly a very—very foolish one.” And Mrs. Jericho, with an arm about the neck of either daughter, led her weeping offspring from the room.
“The thousand pounds must be paid,” thought Jericho. “They shall be paid; and at once I’ll be resolved.” A few minutes the Man made of Money sat in a maze73 of thought: he then drew a thousand pounds—ten notes—from his mysterious bank; he rang the bell; the jeweller was shown in, and laid the receipt before his customer. Jericho, with offended dignity, cold and silent, pointed74 to the ten bank notes. The jeweller took them up—counted them. As they rustled75, Jericho felt as though his heart was compressed within a cold iron hand.
“A thousand pounds—very much obliged to you, sir,” said the jeweller, and took his leave.
For some minutes Jericho sat motionless—all but breathless. He would, however, know his fate. He took out the silk lace with which an hour ago he had measured his chest. Again he passed it round his body. He had drawn76 upon the bank, and he had shrunk an inch.
Truly he was a Man made of Money. Money was the principle of his being; for with every note he paid away a portion of his life.
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63 melancholy | |
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69 sobbed | |
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73 maze | |
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