At the corner of Drysdale Street he met a first friend in the person of Niedermann, otherwise Nose, grown ridiculously tall, and garbed9 in a frock coat queerly short at the sleeves. Niedermann did not know him at first, but when recognition came he became at once interested, and asked a number of questions, some of which Bobbie answered truthfully.
“What you ought to go and do, ole man,” said Niedermann, acutely, “is to disguise yourself.”
“How d’you mean disguise myself?”
“Why, put on a false beard,” said the frock-coated lad, “and blue spectacles, and what not. You’ll get copped else.”
“They won’t trouble,” said the boy uneasily.
“Take my advice or not, jest as you like. But I know what I should do.”
“Very likely they’re glad to get rid of me,” argued Bobbie. “It’ll be a saving to them of pounds a year, and besides—”
“Tell you what you could do,” said Master Niedermann, looking at him thoughtfully, “and that too without no trouble. You see this coat and weskit of mine.”
“I see what there’s left of ’em.”
“Swop!” said the long youth walking with Bobbie down towards the railway arch. “These what I’ve got are a bit short for me, because I’m a grown lad, as you may see. But they’ll suit you a treat, and, besides, p. 55if they circulate your description, no one in these togs ’ll recognize you for a moment.”
“Wouldn’t see me if I was to get inside of ’em.”
“I think you’re wrong,” said Niedermann patiently. “What did you say the address was that you’ve run away from?” Bobbie gave the information. “I shall remember.”
“You’ve no call to remember,” said the boy sharply.
“I carry it all ’ere,” said Master Niedermann darkly, tapping his unwashed forehead; “regular store’ouse of information my brain is.”
“What makes you call it a brain?” asked Bobbie.
“Do you particularly want your ’ead punched?” asked Master Niedermann fiercely. “Because, if so, you’ve only got to say the word, and—” He recovered himself with an effort. “But putting all argument a one side,” he said genially10, “you try on my coat and see how it fits.”
On Bobbie complying, Master Niedermann took no pains to conceal11 his approval of the change.
“My word!” he said, “you might a been measured for it by a West-End tailor.”
“Ain’t it a bit long in the tails?” asked Bobbie.
“All the better for that,” declared the long youth with enthusiasm. “They’re wearing ’em long.”
“Now give me back my jacket,” said Bobbie.
“That be ’anged for a tale,” answered Niedermann, with an injured expression. “A bargain’s a bargain.”
“But this isn’t a bargain,” expostulated the boy in the frock-coat. “I never said—”
“Look here,” said the long youth threateningly. “Do you want me to give you up to the police?”
After the interview with Master Niedermann Bobbie determined12 to avoid friends for the rest of that evening. He therefore walked about the streets of Hoxton, his cornet wrapped in a newspaper under his arm, dodging13 when he saw a face known to him. He glanced at himself on passing shop windows, and tried to believe that the frayed14 frock-coat gave him an increased air of manliness15. Strolling cautiously into Pimlico Walk, and inspecting the little bonnet16 shop kept by Eliza Bell, he saw Trixie at the counter; her black hair rolled up and arranged carefully above her pretty neck, she wore a pink blouse with neat collar and cuffs17, her face had a touch of colour, and Bobbie for the first time felt that he would like to kiss her. He knew, however, that to enter the shop of Mrs. Bell would necessitate18 listening to reproof19 and good advice, neither of which things was that evening desired by him. The same motive20 stopped him from taking a ’bus to Fetter21 Lane to call upon Myddleton West, whose address he remembered; he told himself that he enjoyed liberty too much to allow it to be checked by sage22 counsels. Going up to Ely Place and turning, with some idea of going through in order to see the house where he had spent some of his life, he had but passed the dwarf23 posts at the entrance when at least six separate and offensive odours rushed furiously at him. He coughed and turned back.
But in the Theatre of Varieties he found joy. He paid a shilling to the old lady in the pay box up the sawdust-covered steps, and on the old lady shouting, “Jimes,” James in uniform just inside the swing doors of the crowded, heated music hall, said, “Yessir. This way, sir. Stand a p. 56one side, please, and let the genelman pass,” and conducted Bobbie ceremoniously past the folk who were standing24 at the back of the first balcony; unlocked the door, showed him into the box; fetched a programme, accepted twopence with a military salute25, called Bobbie “Me lord,” evidently mistaking him for a member of the aristocracy. Then the boy settled down on the front bench in the box, preparing to enjoy himself. Fine to see the upturned faces from the twopenny pit—they sat down in the pit now, he observed; in his day you had to stand—the rows and rows of interested faces in the twopenny gallery, and to note that many of them were watching him, the only occupant of the shilling boxes. He felt confused at first with this attention. Shielding himself behind the dusty curtains, he gazed at Mlle. Printemps, who, with paper rose in her hair, bare arms, bare shoulders, and scarlet26 tights, kept her footing on a large white marble globe, juggling27 the while with plates and knives and bottles. Once or twice Mlle. Printemps, who was a little thin, perhaps, and red at the elbows, but an agreeable person for all that, came over on the great white globe quite close to the box in which Bobbie was seated, whereupon he said softly (being a desperate sort of rattle28 out for the evening), “I’ll ’ave your flower, miss,” and felt relieved to find that the thin lady on the globe had not overheard him. Then came Bray29 and Wilkins, described on the yellow slip as Irish-American duettists, the finest humorists of two hemispheres, whose humour was not, perhaps, so much fine as broad, being conducted somewhat in this way: Bray, facing the audience, shouted, “Oi say; have you heard about me wife?” and Wilkins, also facing the audience, shouted back, “Oi have not heard about your wife;” after a whispered communication, Wilkins assumed incredulity, and said, “Oi don’t believe it, sorr,” and Bray, indignant, said, “It’s the truth I’m giving ye; a fine bouncing boy at eighteen minutes past five.” “Oi’ll not believe it,” persisted Wilkins, “it’s all your kid,” to which Bray replied indignantly, “It’s not my kid, sorr,” and Wilkins retorted at once, “Who’s kid is it, then?” Followed, tremendous personal chastisement30, which made Bobbie laugh until tears came. After the American duettists, Mr. Tom Somebody came shyly on the stage, affecting to be astonished at finding himself there and rather wishful to go off again, but, on being humorously appealed to by the conductor, deciding to stay. Mr. Tom Somebody had been jilted by the lady of his heart, and it seemed to the judicial31 observer that the lady might have found excuse for her conduct in the singular manner of apparel the gentleman wore, for he had no hat, but only the brim of a hat, his jacket was very short, and his trousers very baggy32; a paper front stuck out ludicrously at his chest, and—this made Bobbie shriek33 with delight—he had in the hurry of dressing5 placed his collar around his waist.
“For she’s a daisy,
She sends me crazy,
No wonder people say I’m getting pline;
She only flouts34 me,
And sometimes outs me,
I’m goin’ simply barmy on account of Emmer-jine.”
At half-past eight the band played the National Anthem35; the attendants shouted the order for dispersal, and Bobbie, giving up the private box with a sigh, followed the crowd down the stone staircase. Outside, the patrons of the second performance waited impatiently in a line at the edge of the p. 57pavement. Bobbie recognized one or two faces in the crowd; they looked older, he thought, and slightly dirtier; those whom he remembered as boys of about his own age were accompanied by young ladies, whose bare heads shone with oil, and who wore, for the most part, maroon-coloured dresses, partly shielded by aprons36; they seemed in excellent spirits, and shouted defiant37 badinage38 to friends at a distance. To Bobbie walking down towards Old Street, it occurred that the true touch of manliness would not he achieved until he secured the company of a member of the opposite sex. He went into a tobacconist’s shop and bought a twopenny cigar, with a paper belt, which he selected from a box labelled “The Rothschild Brand,” and smoking this, he, with the cornet placed in the capacious tail pocket of the frock-coat, strolled through Shoreditch to Hackney Road. He winked39 at one or two young women hurrying home with hot suppers laid on pieces of paper, but they only sneered40 at him, one lady of about thirteen declaring indignantly that, were her hands not full, she would fetch him a clip side the ear.
“It’s this blooming coat,” said Bobbie ruefully.
These repulses41 brought disappointment, but happily there existed other ways of proving to the world that he was now thoroughly42 grown up. He went into a quiet public-house, where, in the private bar, some bemused men were talking politics, and on the invitation of the anxious young proprietor43, who appeared to be new to the business and desirous of obtaining custom, Bobbie gave his opinion on the question of increasing the strength of the Navy, and, encouraged by beer, found himself quite eloquent44. So eloquent, indeed, that presently he insisted upon contradicting everybody, and some unpleasantness ensued.
“You’ll ’scuse me, my boy,” said a white-faced, sleepy-eyed baker45, pointing unsteadily at Bobbie with the stem of his pipe, “you’ll ’scuse me if I take the lib’ty of tellin’ you—or rather I sh’ say, informing you—that you’re a liar46.”
“You repeat that,” said Bobbie, flushed and aggressive. “Go on! Say that again and see what ’appens.”
“It was only meant as a pleasant joke, I expect,” urged the young proprietor nervously47 from the other side of the counter. “Shake ’ands and make it up.”
“Let him call me that again,” said the boy fiercely. “That’s all. I’ll learn him, the—”
“What’d I call you?” inquired the tipsy baker. “Best of my rec’lection I called you hon’ble young genleman. Do you deny, sir, that you’re hon’ble young genleman? Because, if so,” added the baker with great solemnity, “if so, I shall have great pleasure in—hic—drinkin’ your ’ealth.”
“I’ve been insulted!” shouted the scarlet-faced boy violently, “in the presence of gentlemen! I want this put right! I want an apology! I’m as good a man—”
“Look ’ere,” interrupted the anxious young publican. “’Ave a ceegar at my expense, and let bygones be bygones.”
“My young friend,” said the baker, balancing to and fro as he rested one hand on the zinc48 counter, “if I’ve ’pologized to you in any way, I can only say that it’s purely49 cler’cal error on my part, and I’m prepared to most humbly50 insult—”
“You mean,” corrected the young publican, “that if you’ve insulted him you’re prepared to apologize.”
p. 58“Dammit,” cried the baker, turning explosively on the young proprietor, “can’t two genlemen settle their pers’nal disputes without a blooming pot’ouse keeper dictatin’ to ’em? What?”
“Yes,” said Bobbie, not to be outdone, “what th’ ’ell do you—”
“You mistook my meanin’, gentlemen,” said the young publican penitently51. “All I want is peace and quietness.”
“Precious rum way you’ve got of going about it,” said Bobbie truculently52. “You take my advice, Mr. Public-house, and don’t you interfere53 with whatever matters there may be in this world that don’t in no wise whatsoever54 tend to concern you.”
“Spoke,” declared the tipsy baker, offering his hand to Bobbie; “spoke like a norator. Give us a song, ole man.”
“Gentlemen, I do hope—”
“Can’t give you a song,” said the flushed boy; “but I can give you a tune55 on the cornet.”
“Please, gentlemen, do not—”
“Music of the cornet,” declared the bemused baker, “is like gen’le dew of ’eaven. You blow up, my boy.”
To the terror of the young publican, Bobbie produced his cornet and played a verse of “Tom Bowling,” causing the baker to become maudlin56, and to declare tearfully that he wished he had been a sailor instead of an adjective baker, trampled57 on by most and scorned by all. On Bobbie playing the prelude58 to the first set of some quadrilles, the private bar, standing up tipsily, set to partners and went through the evolutions with intense gravity, excepting the baker, who, acting59 as M.C., stumbled in and out crying loudly, “La’ies’ chain!” The agitated60 young publican, fearful of consequences, felt constrained61 at last to send for a policeman, and when one came and touched the boy cornet player on the shoulder, saying, “Outside with that instrument of torture, if you please,” then Bobbie stepped out of the swing doors and through a small crowd with the proud consciousness that, having been ejected from a public-house, real manhood was now his, and could never be taken from him. He stumbled along Hackney Road with his cornet, a slip of a crowd following. To escape them he jumped clumsily on a tram.
“’O’ tight,” said the conductor.
The boy rode in a confused state of mind to the end of the journey at Lea Bridge Road, and then, partly sobered by the night air, returned by the tram. He felt quite happy; other passengers found themselves afire with curiosity to know what he was laughing about. Watching the lighted shops and the cheerful folk on the pavement below, Bobbie decided62 hilariously63 that this was better than the Cottage Homes. This was good. This was enjoyment64. This was independence. This was freedom. This was life.
At Cambridge Heath Station he descended65, because be saw outside a large public-house a line of brakes decorated with branches of trees and with Chinese lanterns; joyous66 men and women danced on the square space to no music. This seemed the kind of movement in which he desired to be. The men and women had been out into the country for the day; they appeared to have brought a good deal of the country back with them, for their hats and bonnets67 and clothes were decorated with bunches of flowers and oak leaves. The appearance of the boy with his cornet was welcomed with enthusiasm. Hoisted68 up on a huge empty cask, he, by p. 59command, played gustily69 a waltz that made the couples lay heads on their partners’ shoulders and move slowly, dreamily around. Of all the moments of pure delight that Bobbie, as a boy, was to experience, this ever stood in his memory high and high above all the rest. Presently the whirling crowd stopped exhaustedly70.
“Ask the little boy,” suggested one of the panting women, “to play a what’s-a-name tune.”
“A comic?”
“No, no, no! Not a comic. You know what I mean, only you’re so stupid.”
“A love tune?”
“Bah!” said the lady, “you’re like all the men; you’ve got no sense. What I mean is a patriotic71 song.”
Therefore, “Rule Britannia” from the cornet to the great content of the beanfeasters and of the two or three constables72, looking on at the scene good-naturedly. A hat went round before the party re-ascended the brakes, and Bobbie found himself in possession of a load of coppers74 that weighed him down on one side until he bethought himself of the ingenious plan of dividing them and placing one half in each pocket of his trousers. He saw the brakes depart, and was about to leave when he found his arm seized violently.
“I’ve got him,” shrieked75 Master Niedermann fiercely. “I thought I should find him. Evil doers never succeed for long. I was sure—”
“Leggo my arm,” said Bobbie.
“Likely thing,” screamed the long youth satirically, “after I’ve took all this trouble to find you. Gimme back my frock coat! Gimme back my frock-coat, that you pinched from me! Gimme back—”
One of the constables stepped forward. What was all this about?
“Sergeant,” cried Master Niedermann flatteringly, “thank goodness you’re ’ere. You’ll see that right’s done. He’s robbed me of my best frock-coat, and I want it back.”
“It’s a lie,” declared Bobbie. “Fact of the matter is—”
“Accuses me now,” said the estimable youth, with a pained air, “of telling a falsehood. Why, I couldn’t tell a falsehood, and well you know it, inspector76.”
Constable73 begged to say that he knew nothing of the kind. Let the boy tell his tale.
“We changed coats, sir,” said Bobbie, “against my wish, and—”
“There’s alf a dollar sewed in the corner of it,” interrupted Nose, “and he must ’ave known it, or else he’d never ’ave thrown me down on the ground and clutched my neck with both his hands—like so—and then pulled the coat bodily off of me.”
Constable, his legal mind detecting an error in the statement, asked, in view of the fact that the boy had but two hands, how this was done.
“Ast him!” said Master Niedermann. “He knows! He did it. And make him gimme back my coat and my ’alf dollar.”
Constable requested to be informed how the half dollar had been earned or obtained.
“Be the sweat of me brow,” declared the long youth. “How d’ye think? I’d forgot where I put it for the moment, or else he should never have had it. And if he don’t give it me, I give him in charge.”
“’Ang me if I give it back,” said Bobbie, with sudden asperity77. “You p. 60said a bargain’s a bargain, and so it’ll ’ave to be. I shan’t change again.”
“Then,” said Master Niedermann, oracularly, “I ’ereby beg to give him into custody78.”
The constable seemed undecided. Bobbie watched his face, and trembled as he observed a slight increase in gravity. The police station meant at least an ignominious79 return to the Homes, and to the precise and dogmatically ordered life there. A crowd had gathered round close to the disputant parties, and Bobbie, withdrawing his anxious glance from the policeman for a moment to look around, saw a very little woman, whose face he remembered. Miss Threepenny. Her queer head came to about the waists of the people standing near to her.
“I suppose I’d better,” said the constable.
“Twenty-five, Barton Buildings,” whispered little Miss Threepenny. Then, with a quick change of voice and manner, “Who’s got my purse? Who’s stole my purse? Police! Stop thief! ’Elp—’elp—’elp!”
The constable hurried quickly from the doubtful case on which he was engaged to this that appeared more definite. In the commotion80, Bobbie, holding his cornet tightly, made swift escape; he had reached Bethnal Green Road before Miss Threepenny—having discovered that her purse had, after all, not been stolen—had apologized to the constable for the unnecessary trouble that she had given. Bobbie was still recovering breath at the entrance to the giant block of model dwellings81 to which Miss Threepenny had hurriedly directed him, when that excellent little woman trotted82 up.
“You’re a nice young man,” said Miss Threepenny severely83, “I don’t think. Going and getting yourself mixed up in a common street row, and forgetting what you owe to your poor dead mother and—”
Bobbie explained truthfully, and little Miss Threepenny relented.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked, looking up at him with less acerbity84.
“Get a bed in a coffee shop, I s’pose,” said the boy. “To-morrow I shall get off to the country to see—to see some friends. This bloomin’ London makes my nut ache.”
The small woman stood on the third step of the stone stairs, so that she came thus face to face with Bobbie. She swung her key round her finger, reflectively.
“You’ll only get into more trouble,” she said.
“Likely as not,” replied the boy recklessly. “I can’t do right, somehow.”
“I’ve nearly ’alf a mind,” said the little woman, “to make you up a bed in my sitting-room85.”
“Got two rooms now, Miss?”
“Rather,” said the little woman proudly.
He followed Miss Threepenny upstairs, through passages, and up more stairs to her rooms. There the diminutive86 woman took off her bonnet and set to work, as she said, to put the place to rights, which, seeing that everything was perfectly87 neat and in order, seemed a superfluous88 act, and indeed consisted mainly in moving the furniture from it’s proper place and setting it back again. Bobbie felt confused and very tired, but the little woman appeared so obviously glad to have someone to talk to that he listened politely to her good-tempered chatters89. They had supper together, p. 61and then Miss Threepenny did something to an elderly easy chair in the manner of an expert conjuror90, whereupon it instantly changed into a middle-aged91 couch. She bustled92 in and out of her own room, bringing a pillow and some sheets; presently Bobbie found that he could no longer look at the couch without yawning desperately93.
“In the morning,” said the tiny woman, lighting94 a candle, “you sleep on, because I shall be out and about early. And I shall be ’ome midday to give you your dinner.”
“Goo’ night,” said the boy sleepily, taking his coat off.
“Dear, dear!” cried the little woman with a comic affectation of bashfulness. “Do wait till I’m out of the room. You forget that I’m an old maid. Some of you young men nowadays are enough to shock a saint.”
“Don’t you wish you’d got a son of your own, miss?” asked Bobbie, “to live here and look after you?”
“Stuff and nonsense!” she answered quickly. “What should I want with a great big slab95 of a boy knocking about the place? There’s a ridiculous idea to be sure! Wonder what put that into your head, for goodness’ sake.”
“Nothing special,” said the boy, yawning. “Goo’ ni’.”
“All the same,” said the little woman hesitatingly, “if you like, Bobbie, you can do this. Jest for fun, you know. You can give me a kiss on the forehead and say, ‘Good night, mother.’” She laughed awkwardly. “Only for the lark96 of the thing, you know.”
“Good night, mother,” said the boy obediently, bending down and kissing her above the eyes. The little woman gasped97 and ran quickly to her room.
In the morning Bobbie awoke, when at six o’clock Miss Threepenny was at work still setting the place to rights, and arranging, as he quietly noticed, his breakfast. As she came over to him, before going off, and looked down at him, he kept his eyes half-closed. When presently he had risen, and had eaten his breakfast, he made out an account on the back of an envelope thus, and laid the money upon it:—
Bread
1d.
2 saussages
2d.
Tea
1d.
Lodgings98
3d.
Tot.
7d.
With thanks.
R. L.
He took his cornet and went out, down the stone stairs very quietly.
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