From long residence in Bohemia, and fatal love of bachelor ease and habits, Master Philip’s pure tastes were so destroyed, and his manners so perverted1, that he was actually indifferent to the pleasures of the refined home we have just been describing; and, when Agnes was away, sometimes even when she was at home, was quite relieved to get out of Beaunash Street. He is hardly twenty yards from the door, when out of his pocket there comes a case; out of the case there jumps an aromatic2 cigar, which is scattering3 fragrance4 around as he is marching briskly northwards to his next house of call. The pace is even more lively now than when he is hastening on what you call the wings of love to Beaunash Street. At the house whither he is now going, he and the cigar are always welcome. There is no need of munching5 orange chips, or chewing scented6 pills, or flinging your weed away half a mile before you reach Thornhaugh Street — the low, vulgar place. I promise you Phil may smoke at Brandon’s , and find others doing the same. He may set the house on fire, if so minded, such a favourite is he there; and the Little Sister, with her kind, beaming smile, will be there to bid him welcome. How that woman loved Phil, and how he loved her, is quite a curiosity; and both of them used to be twitted with this attachment7 by their mutual8 friends, and blush as they acknowledged it. Ever since the little nurse had saved his life as a schoolboy, it was à la vie à la mort between them. Phil’s father’s chariot used to come to Thornhaugh Street sometimes — at rare times — and the doctor descend9 thence and have colloquies10 with the Little Sister. She attended a patient or two of his. She was certainly very much better off in her money matters in these late years, since she had known Dr. Firmin. Do you think she took money from him? As a novelist, who knows everything about his people, I am constrained11 to say, Yes. She took enough to pay some little bills of her weak-minded old father, and send the bailiff’s hand from his old collar. But no more. “I think you owe him as much as that,” she said to the doctor. But as for compliments between them — “Dr. Firmin, I would die rather than be beholden to you for anything,” she said, with her little limbs all in a tremor12, and her eyes flashing anger. “How dare you, sir, after old days, be a coward, and pay compliments to me; I will tell your son of you, sir!” and the little woman looked as if she could have stabbed the elderly libertine13 there as he stood. And he shrugged14 his handsome shoulders: blushed a little too, perhaps: gave her one of his darkling looks, and departed. She had believed him once. She had married him as she fancied. He had tired of her; forsaken15 her: left her — left her even without a name. She had not known his for long years after her trust and his deceit. “No, sir, I wouldn’t have your name now, not if it were a lord’s , I wouldn’t, and a coronet on your carriage. You are beneath me now, Mr. Brand Firmin!” she had said.
How came she to love the boy so? Years back, in her own horrible extremity16 of misery17, she could remember a week or two of a brief, strange, exquisite18 happiness, which came to her in the midst of her degradation19 and desertion, and for a few days a baby in her arms, with eyes like Philip’s . It was taken from her, after a few days — only sixteen days. Insanity20 came upon her, as her dead infant was carried away:— insanity, and fever, and struggle — ah! who knows how dreadful? She never does. There is a gap in her life which she never can recal quite. But George Brand Firmin, Esq., M.D., knows how very frequent are such cases of mania21, and that women who don’t speak about them often will cherish them for years after they appear to have passed away. The Little Sister says, quite gravely, sometimes, “They are allowed to come back. They do come back. Else what’s the good of little cherubs22 bein’ born, and smilin’, and happy, and beautiful — say, for sixteen days, and then an end? I’ve talked about it to many ladies in grief sim’lar to mine was, and it comforts them. And when I saw that child on his sick bed, and he lifted his eyes, I knew him, I tell you, Mrs. Ridley. I don’t speak about it; but I knew him, ma’am; my angel came back again. I know him by the eyes. Look at ’em. Did you ever see such eyes? They look as if they had seen heaven. His father’s don’t.” Mrs. Ridley believes this theory solemnly, and I think I know a lady, nearly connected with myself, who can’t be got quite to disown it. And this secret opinion to women in grief and sorrow over their new-born lost infants Mrs. Brandon persists in imparting. “I know a case,” the nurse murmurs23, “of a poor mother who lost her child at sixteen days old; and sixteen years after, on the very day, she saw him again.”
Philip knows so far of the Little Sister’s story, that he is the object of this delusion24, and, indeed, it very strangely and tenderly affects him. He remembers fitfully the illness through which the Little Sister tended him, the wild paroxysms of his fever, his head throbbing25 on her shoulders — cool tamarind drinks which she applied26 to his lips — great gusty27 night shadows flickering28 through the bare school dormitory — the little figure of the nurse gliding29 in and out of the dark. He must be aware of the recognition, which we know of, and which took place at his bedside, though he has never mentioned it — not to his father, not to Caroline. But he clings to the woman and shrinks from the man. Is it instinctive30 love and antipathy31? The special reason for his quarrel with his father the junior Firmin has never explicitly32 told me then or since. I have known sons much more confidential33, and who, when their fathers tripped and stumbled, would bring their acquaintances to jeer34 at the patriarch in his fall.
One day, as Philip enters Thornhaugh Street, and the Sister’s little parlour there, fancy his astonishment35 on finding his father’s dingy36 friend, the Rev37. Tufton Hunt, at his ease by the fireside.
“Surprised to see me here, eh?” says the dingy gentleman, with a sneer38 at Philip’s lordly face of wonder and disgust. “Mrs. Brandon and I turn out to be very old friends.”
“Yes, sir, old acquaintances,” says the Little Sister, very gravely.
“The captain brought me home from the club at the Byngs. Jolly fellows the Byngs. My service to you, Mr. Gann and Mrs. Brandon.” And the two persons addressed by the gentleman, who is “taking some refreshment,” as the phrase is, make a bow, in acknowledgment of this salutation.
“You should have been at Mr. Philip’s call supper, Captain Gann,” the divine resumes. “That was a night! Tiptop swells39 — noblemen — first-rate claret. That claret of your father’s , Philip, is pretty nearly drunk down. And your song was famous. Did you ever hear him sing, Mrs. Brandon?”
“Who do you mean by him?” says Philip, who always boiled with rage before this man.
Caroline divines the antipathy. She lays a little hand on Philip’s arm. “Mr. Hunt has been having too much, I think,” she says. “I did know him ever so long ago, Philip!”
“What does he mean by Him?” again says Philip, snorting at Tufton Hunt.
“Him? — Dr. Luther’s hymn40! ‘Wein, Weiber und Gesang,’ to be sure!” cries the clergyman, humming the tune41. “I learned it in Germany myself — passed a good deal of time in Germany, Captain Gann — six months in a specially42 shady place — Quod Strasse, in Frankfort-on-the-Maine — being persecuted43 by some wicked Jews there. And there was another poor English chap in the place, too, who used to chirp44 that song behind the bars, and died there and disappointed the Philistines45. I’ve seen a deal of life, I have; and met with a precious deal of misfortune; and borne it pretty stoutly46, too, since your father and I were at college together, Philip. You don’t do anything in this way? Not so early, eh? It’s good rum, Gann, and no mistake.” And again the chaplain drinks to the captain, who waves the dingy hand of hospitality towards his dark guest.
For several months past Hunt had now been a resident in London, and a pretty constant visitor to Dr. Firmin’s house. He came and went at his will. He made the place his house of call; and in the doctor’s trim, silent, orderly mansion47, was perfectly48 free, talkative, dirty, and familiar. Philip’s loathing49 for the man increased till it reached a pitch of frantic50 hatred51. Mr. Phil, theoretically a Radical52, and almost a Republican (in opposition53, perhaps, to his father, who of course held the highly-respectable line of politics) — Mr. Sansculotte Phil was personally one of the most aristocratic and overbearing of young gentlemen; and had a contempt and hatred for mean people, for base people, for servile people, and especially for too familiar people, which was not a little amusing sometimes, which was provoking often, but which he never was at the least pains of disguising. His uncle and cousin Twysden, for example, he treated not half so civilly as their footmen. Little Talbot humbled55 himself before Phil, and felt not always easy in his company. Young Twysden hated him, and did not disguise his sentiments at the club, or to their mutual acquaintance behind Phil’s broad back. And Phil, for his part, adopted towards his cousin a kick-me-down-stairs manner, which I own must have been provoking to that gentleman, who was Phil’s senior by three years, a clerk in a public office, a member of several good clubs, and altogether a genteel member of society. Phil would often forget Ringwood Twysden’s presence, and pursue his own conversation entirely56 regardless of Ringwood’s observations. He was very rude, I own. We have all of us our little failings, and one of Philip’s was an ignorant impatience57 of bores, parasites58, and pretenders.
So no wonder my young gentleman was not very fond of his father’s friend, the dingy gaol59 chaplain. I, who am the most tolerant man in the world, as all my friends know, liked Hunt little better than Phil did. The man’s presence made me uneasy. His dress, his complexion60, his teeth, his leer at women — Que sais-je? — everything was unpleasant about this Mr. Hunt, and his gaiety and familiarity more specially disgusting than even his hostility61. The wonder was that battle had not taken place between Philip and the gaol clergyman, who, I suppose, was accustomed to be disliked, and laughed with cynical62 good-humour at the other’s disgust.
Hunt was a visitor of many tavern63 parlours; and one day, strolling out of the “Admiral Byng,” he saw his friend Dr. Firmin’s well-known equipage stopping at a door in Thornhaugh Street, out of which the doctor presently came. “Brandon” was on the door. Brandon, Brandon! Hunt remembered a dark transaction of more than twenty years ago — of a woman deceived by this Firmin, who then chose to go by the name of Brandon. He lives with her still, the old hypocrite, or he has gone back to her, thought the parson. Oh, you old sinner! And the next time he called in Old Parr Street on his dear old college friend, Mr. Hunt was specially jocular, and frightfully unpleasant and familiar.
“Saw your trap Tottenham Court Road way,” says the slang parson, nodding to the physician.
“Have some patients there. People are ill in Tottenham Court Road,” remarks the doctor.
“Pallida mors ?quo pede — hey, doctor? What used Flaccus to say, when we were undergrads?”
“?quo pede,” sighs the doctor, casting up his fine eyes to the ceiling.
“Sly old fox! Not a word will he say about her!” thinks the clergyman. “Yes, yes, I remember. And, by Jove! Gann was the name.”
Gann was also the name of that queer old man who frequented the “Admiral Byng,” where the ale was so good — the old boy whom they called the Captain. Yes; it was clear now. That ugly business was patched up. The astute65 Hunt saw it all. The doctor still kept up a connection with the — the party. And that is her old father, sure enough. “The old fox, the old fox! I’ve earthed him, have I? This is a good game. I wanted a little something to do, and this will excite me,” thinks the clergyman.
I am describing what I never could have seen or heard, and can guarantee only verisimilitude, not truth, in my report of the private conversation of these worthies66. The end of scores and scores of Hunt’s conversations with his friend was the same — an application for money. If it rained when Hunt parted from his college chum, it was, “I say, doctor, I shall spoil my new hat, and I am blest if I have any money to take a cab. Thank you, old boy. Au revoir.” If the day was fine, it was, “My old blacks show the white seams so, that you must out of your charity rig me out with a new pair. Not your tailor: he is too expensive. Thank you — a couple of sovereigns will do.” And the doctor takes two from the mantelpiece, and the divine retires, jingling67 the gold in his greasy68 pocket.
The doctor is going after the few words about pallida mors, and has taken up that well-brushed broad hat with that ever-fresh lining69, which we all admire in him — “Oh, I say, Firmin!” breaks out the clergyman. “Before you go out, you must lend me a few sovs, please. They’ve cleaned me out in Air Street. That confounded roulette! It’s a madness with me.”
“By George!” cries the other, with a strong execration70, “you are too bad, Hunt. Every week of my life you come to me for money. You have had plenty. Go elsewhere. I won’t give it you.”
“Yes, you will, old boy,” says the other, looking at him a terrible look; “for — ”
“For what?” says the doctor, the veins71 of his tall forehead growing very full.
“For old times’ sake,” says the clergyman. “There’s seven of ’em on the table in bits of paper — that’ll do nicely.” And he sweeps the fees with a dirty hand into a dirty pouch72. “Halloa! Swearin’ and cursin’ before a clergyman. Don’t cut up rough, old fellow! Go and take the air. It’ll cool you.”
“I don’t think I would like that fellow to attend me, if I was sick,” says Hunt, shuffling73 away, rolling the plunder74 in his greasy hand. “I don’t think I’d like to meet him by moonlight alone, in a very quiet lane. He’s a determined75 chap. And his eyes mean miching malecho, his eyes do. Phew!” And he laughs, and makes a rude observation about Dr. Firmin’s eyes.
That afternoon the gents who used the “Admiral Byng” remarked the reappearance of the party who looked in last evening, and who now stood glasses round, and made himself uncommon76 agreeable to be sure. Old Mr. Ridley says he is quite the gentleman. “Hevident have been in foring parts a great deal, and speaks the languages. Probbly have ‘ad misfortunes, which many ‘av ‘ad them. Drinks rum-and-water tremenjous. ‘Ave scarce no heppytite. Many get into this way from misfortunes. A plesn man, most well informed on almost every subjeck. Think he’s a clergyman. He and Mr. Gann have made quite a friendship together, he and Mr. Gann ‘ave. Which they talked of Watloo, and Gann is very fond of that, Gann is, most certny.” I imagine Ridley delivering these sentences, and alternate little volleys of smoke, as he sits behind his sober calumet and prattles77 in the tavern parlour.
After Dr. Firmin has careered through the town, standing78 by sick-beds with his sweet sad smile; fondled and blessed by tender mothers who hail him as the saviour79 of their children; touching80 ladies’ pulses with a hand as delicate as their own; patting little fresh cheeks with courtly kindness — little cheeks that owe their roses to his marvellous skill; after he has soothed81 and comforted my lady, shaken hands with my lord, looked in at the club, and exchanged courtly salutations with brother bigwigs, and driven away in the handsome carriage with the noble horses — admired, respecting, respectful, saluted82, saluting83 — so that every man says, “Excellent man, Firmin. Excellent doctor, excellent man. Safe man. Sound man. Man of good family. Married a rich wife. Lucky man.” And so on — After the day’s triumphant84 career, I fancy I see the doctor driving homeward, with those sad, sad eyes, that haggard smile.
He comes whirling up Old Parr Street just as Phil saunters in from Regent Street, as usual, cigar in mouth. He flings away the cigar as he sees his father, and they enter the house together.
“Do you dine at home, Philip?” the father asks.
“Do you, sir? I will if you do,” says the son, “and if you are alone.”
“Alone? Yes. That is, there’ll be Hunt, I suppose, whom you don’t like. But the poor fellow has few places to dine at. What? D— Hunt? That’s a strong expression about a poor fellow in misfortune, and your father’s old friend.”
I am afraid Philip had used that wicked monosyllable whilst his father was speaking, and at the mention of the clergyman’s detested85 name. “I beg your pardon, father. It slipped out in spite of me. I can’t help it. I hate the fellow.”
“You don’t disguise your likes or dislikes, Philip,” says, or rather groans86, the safe man, the sound man, the prosperous man, the lucky man, the miserable87 man. For years and years he has known that his boy’s heart has revolted from him, and detected him, and gone from him; and with shame, and remorse88, and sickening feeling, he lies awake in the night-watches, and thinks how he is alone — alone in the world. Ah! Love your parents, young ones! O Father Beneficent! strengthen our hearts: strengthen and purify them, so that we may not have to blush before our children!
“You don’t disguise your likes and dislikes, Philip,” says the father then, with a tone that smites89 strangely and keenly on the young man.
There is a great tremor in Philip’s voice, as he says, “No, father, I can’t bear that man, and I can’t disguise my feelings. I have just parted from the man. I have just met him.”
“Where?”
“At — at Mrs. Brandon’s , father.” He blushes like a girl as he speaks.
At the next moment he is scared by the execration which hisses90 from his father’s lips, and the awful look of hate which the elder’s face assumes — that fatal, forlorn, fallen, lost look which, man and boy, has often frightened poor Phil. Philip did not like that look, nor indeed that other one, which his father cast at Hunt, who presently swaggered in.
“What, you dine here? We rarely do papa the honour of dining with him,” says the parson, with his knowing leer. “I suppose, doctor, it is to be fatted-calf day now the prodigal91 has come home. There’s worse things than a good fillet of veal92; eh?”
Whatever the meal might be, the greasy chaplain leered and winked93 over it as he gave it his sinister94 blessing95. The two elder guests tried to be lively and gay, as Philip thought, who took such little trouble to disguise his own moods of gloom or merriment. Nothing was said regarding the occurrences of the morning when my young gentleman had been rather rude to Mr. Hunt; and Philip did not need his father’s caution to make no mention of his previous meeting with their guest. Hunt, as usual, talked to the butler, made side-long remarks to the footman, and garnished96 his conversation with slippery double-entendre and dirty old-world slang. Betting-houses, gambling-houses, Tattersall’s , fights, and their frequenters, were his cheerful themes, and on these he descanted as usual. The doctor swallowed this dose, which his friend poured out, without the least expression of disgust. On the contrary, he was cheerful: he was for an extra bottle of claret — it never could be in better order than it was now.
The bottle was scarce put on the table, and tasted and pronounced perfect, when — oh! disappointment! the butler reappears with a note for the doctor. One of his patients. He must go. She has little the matter with her. She lives hard by, in May Fair. “You and Hunt finish this bottle, unless I am back before it is done; and if it is done, we’ll have another,” says Dr. Firmin, jovially97. “Don’t stir, Hunt” — and Dr. Firmin is gone, leaving Philip alone with the guest to whom he had certainly been rude in the morning.
“The doctor’s patients often grow very unwell about claret time,” growls98 Mr. Hunt, some few minutes after. “Never mind. The drink’s good — good! as somebody said at your famous call supper, Mr. Philip — won’t call you Philip, as you don’t like it. You were uncommon crusty to me in the morning, to be sure. In my time there would have been bottles broke, or worse, for that sort of treatment.”
“I have asked your pardon,” Philip said. “I was annoyed about — no matter what — and had no right to be rude to Mrs. Brandon’s guest.”
“I say, did you tell the governor that you saw me in Thornhaugh Street?” asks Hunt.
“I was very rude and ill-tempered, and again I confess I was wrong,” says Phil, boggling and stuttering, and turning very red. He remembered his father’s injunction.
“I say again, sir, did you tell your father of our meeting this morning?” demands the clergyman.
“And pray, sir, what right have you to ask me about my private conversation with my father?” asks Philip, with towering dignity.
“You won’t tell me? Then you have told him. He’s a nice man, your father is, for a moral man.”
“I am not anxious for your opinion about my father’s morality, Mr. Hunt,” says Philip, gasping99 in a bewildered manner, and drumming the table. “I am here to replace him in his absence, and treat his guest with civility.”
“Civility! Pretty civility!” says the other, glaring at him.
“Such as it is, sir, it is my best, and — I— I have no other,” groans the young man.
“Old friend of your father’s , a university man, a Master of Arts, a gentleman born, by Jove! a clergyman — though I sink that — ”
“Yes, sir, you do sink that,” says Philip.
“Am I a dog,” shrieks100 out the clergyman, “to be treated by you in this way? Who are you? Do you know who you are?”
“Sir, I am striving with all my strength to remember,” says Philip.
“Come! I say! don’t try any of your confounded airs on me!” shrieks Hunt, with a profusion101 of oaths, and swallowing glass after glass from the various decanters before him. “Hang me, when I was a young man, I would have sent one — two at your nob, though you were twice as tall! Who are you, to patronize your senior, your father’s old pal64 — a university man:— you confounded, supercilious102 — ”
“I am here to pay every attention to my father’s guest,” says Phil; “but, if you have finished your wine, I shall be happy to break up the meeting, as early as you please.”
“You shall pay me; I swear you shall,” said Hunt.
“Oh, Mr. Hunt!” cried Philip, jumping up, and clenching103 his great fists, “I should desire nothing better.”
The man shrank back, thinking Philip was going to strike him (as Philip told me in describing the scene), and made for the bell. But when the butler came, Philip only asked for coffee; and Hunt, uttering a mad oath or two, staggered out of the room after the servant. Brice said he had been drinking before he came. He was often so. And Phil blessed his stars that he had not assaulted his father’s guest then and there, under his own roof-tree.
He went out into the air. He gasped104 and cooled himself under the stars. He soothed his feelings by his customary consolation105 of tobacco. He remembered that Ridley in Thornhaugh Street held a divan106 that night; and jumped into a cab, and drove to his old friend.
The maid of the house, who came to the door as the cab was driving away, stopped it; and as Phil entered the passage, he found the Little Sister and his father talking together in the hall. The doctor’s broad hat shaded his face from the hall-lamp, which was burning with an extra brightness, but Mrs. Brandon’s was very pale, and she had been crying.
She gave a little scream when she saw Phil. “Ah! is it you, dear?” she said. She ran up to him: seized both his hands: clung to him, and sobbed107 a thousand hot tears on his hand. “I never will. Oh, never, never, never!” she murmured.
The doctor’s broad chest heaved as with a great sigh of relief. He looked at the woman and at his son with a strange smile; — not a sweet smile.
“God bless you, Caroline,” he said, in his pompous108, rather theatrical109, way.
“Good-night, sir,” said Mrs. Brandon, still clinging to Philip’s hand, and making the doctor a little humble54 curtsey. And when he was gone, again she kissed Philip’s hand, and dropped her tears on it, and said, “Never, my dear; no, never, never!”
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