Of course you have come back hungry?
Why, then, I do consider myself rather so, master, was the answer.
The lad had a remarkable manner of standing sideways as he spoke, and thrusting his head forward over his shoulder, as if he could not get at his voice without that accompanying action. I think he would have amused one anywhere, but the childs exquisite enjoyment of his oddity, and the relief it was to find that there was something she associated with merriment in a place that appeared so unsuited to her, were quite irresistible. It was a great point too that Kit himself was flattered by the sensation he created, and after several efforts to preserve his gravity, burst into a loud roar, and so stood with his mouth wide open and his eyes nearly shut, laughing violently.
The old man had again relapsed into his former abstraction and took no notice of what passed, but I remarked that when her laugh was over, the childs bright eyes were dimmed with tears, called forth by the fullness of heart with which she welcomed her uncouth favourite after the little anxiety of the night. As for Kit himself (whose laugh had been all the time one of that sort which very little would change into a cry) he carried a large slice of bread and meat and a mug of beer into a corner, and applied himself to disposing of them with great voracity.
Ah! said the old man turning to me with a sigh, as if I had spoken to him but that moment, you dont know what you say when you tell me that I dont consider her.
You must not attach too great weight to a remark founded on first appearances, my friend, said I.
No, returned the old man thoughtfully, no. Come hither, Nell.
The little girl hastened from her seat, and put her arm about his neck.
Do I love thee, Nell? said he. Say do I love thee, Nell, or no?
The child only answered by her caresses, and laid her head upon his breast.
Why dost thou sob? said the grandfather, pressing her closer to him and glancing towards me. Is it because thou knowst I love thee, and dost not like that I should seem to doubt it by my question? Well, well then let us say I love thee dearly.
Indeed, indeed you do, replied the child with great earnestness, Kit knows you do.
Kit, who in despatching his bread and meat had been swallowing two-thirds of his knife at every mouthful with the coolness of a juggler, stopped short in his operations on being thus appealed to, and bawled Nobody isnt such a fool as to say he doosnt, after which he incapacitated himself for further conversation by taking a most prodigious sandwich at one bite.
She is poor now said the old man, patting the childs cheek, but I say again that the time is coming when she shall be rich. It has been a long time coming, but it must come at last; a very long time, but it surely must come. It has come to other men who do nothing but waste and riot. When will it come to me!
I am very happy as I am, grandfather, said the child.
Tush, tush! returned the old man, thou dost not know how shouldst thou! then he muttered again between his teeth, The time must come, I am very sure it must. It will be all the better for coming late; and then he sighed and fell into his former musing state, and still holding the child between his knees appeared to be insensible to everything around him. By this time it wanted but a few minutes of midnight and I rose to go, which recalled him to himself.
One moment, sir, he said, Now, Kit near midnight, boy, and you still here! Get home, get home, and be true to your time in the morning, for theres work to do. Good night! There, bid him good night, Nell, and let him be gone!
Good night, Kit, said the child, her eyes lighting up with merriment and kindness.
Good night, Miss Nell, returned the boy.
And thank this gentleman, interposed the old man, but for whose care I might have lost my little girl to-night.
No, no, master, said Kit, that wont do, that wont.
What do you mean? cried the old man.
Id have found her, master, said Kit, Id have found her. Ill bet that Id find her if she was above ground, I would, as quick as anybody, master. Ha, ha, ha!
Once more opening his mouth and shutting his eyes, and laughing like a stentor, Kit gradually backed to the door, and roared himself out.
Free of the room, the boy was not slow in taking his departure; when he had gone, and the child was occupied in clearing the table, the old man said:
I havent seemed to thank you, sir, for what you have done to-night, but I do thank you humbly and heartily, and so does she, and her thanks are better worth than mine. I should be sorry that you went away, and thought I was unmindful of your goodness, or careless of her I am not indeed.
I was sure of that, I said, from what I had seen. But, I added, may I ask you a question?
Ay, sir, replied the old man, What is it?
This delicate child, said I, with so much beauty and intelligence has she nobody to care for her but you? Has she no other companion or advisor?
No, he returned, looking anxiously in my face, no, and she wants no other.
But are you not fearful, said I, that you may misunderstand a charge so tender? I am sure you mean well, but are you quite certain that you know how to execute such a trust as this? I am an old man, like you, and I am actuated by an old mans concern in all that is young and promising. Do you not think that what I have seen of you and this little creature to-night must have an interest not wholly free from pain?
Sir, rejoined the old man after a moments silence. I have no right to feel hurt at what you say. It is true that in many respects I am the child, and she the grown person that you have seen already. But waking or sleeping, by night or day, in sickness or health, she is the one object of my care, and if you knew of how much care, you would look on me with different eyes, you would indeed. Ah! Its a weary life for an old man a weary, weary life but there is a great end to gain and that I keep before me.
Seeing that he was in a state of excitement and impatience, I turned to put on an outer coat which I had thrown off on entering the room, purposing to say no more. I was surprised to see the child standing patiently by with a cloak upon her arm, and in her hand a hat, and stick.
Those are not mine, my dear, said I.
No, returned the child, they are grandfathers.
But he is not going out to-night.
Oh, yes, he is, said the child, with a smile.
And what becomes of you, my pretty one?
Me! I stay here of course. I always do.
I looked in astonishment towards the old man, but he was, or feigned to be, busied in the arrangement of his dress. From him I looked back to the slight gentle figure of the child. Alone! In that gloomy place all the long, dreary night.
She evinced no consciousness of my surprise, but cheerfully helped the old man with his cloak, and when he was ready took a candle to light us out. Finding that we did not follow as she expected, she looked back with a smile and waited for us. The old man showed by his face that he plainly understood the cause of my hesitation, but he merely signed to me with an inclination of the head to pass out of the room before him, and remained silent. I had no resource but to comply.
When we reached the door, the child setting down the candle, turned to say good night and raised her face to kiss me. Then she ran to the old man, who folded her in his arms and bade God bless her.
Sleep soundly, Nell, he said in a low voice, and angels guard thy bed! Do not forget thy prayers, my sweet.
No, indeed, answered the child fervently, they make me feel so happy!
Thats well; I know they do; they should, said the old man. Bless thee a hundred times! Early in the morning I shall be home.
Youll not ring twice, returned the child. The bell wakes me, even in the middle of a dream.
With this, they separated. The child opened the door (now guarded by a shutter which I had heard the boy put up before he left the house) and with another farewell whose clear and tender note I have recalled a thousand times, held it until we had passed out. The old man paused a moment while it was gently closed and fastened on the inside, and satisfied that this was done, walked on at a slow pace. At the street-corner he stopped, and regarding me with a troubled countenance said that our ways were widely different and that he must take his leave. I would have spoken, but summoning up more alacrity than might have been expected in one of his appearance, he hurried away. I could see that twice or thrice he looked back as if to ascertain if I were still watching him, or perhaps to assure himself that I was not following at a distance. The obscurity of the night favoured his disappearance, and his figure was soon beyond my sight.
I remained standing on the spot where he had left me, unwilling to depart, and yet unknowing why I should loiter there. I looked wistfully into the street we had lately quitted, and after a time directed my steps that way. I passed and repassed the house, and stopped and listened at the door; all was dark, and silent as the grave.
Yet I lingered about, and could not tear myself away, thinking of all possible harm that might happen to the child of fires and robberies and even murder and feeling as if some evil must ensue if I turned my back upon the place. The closing of a door or window in the street brought me before the curiosity-dealers once more; I crossed the road and looked up at the house to assure myself that the noise had not come from there. No, it was black, cold, and lifeless as before.
There were few passengers astir; the street was sad and dismal, and pretty well my own. A few stragglers from the theatres hurried by, and now and then I turned aside to avoid some noisy drunkard as he reeled homewards, but these interruptions were not frequent and soon ceased. The clocks struck one. Still I paced up and down, promising myself that every time should be the last, and breaking faith with myself on some new plea as often as I did so.
The more I thought of what the old man had said, and of his looks and bearing, the less I could account for what I had seen and heard. I had a strong misgiving that his nightly absence was for no good purpose. I had only come to know the fact through the innocence of the child, and though the old man was by at the time, and saw my undisguised surprise, he had preserved a strange mystery upon the subject and offered no word of explanation. These reflections naturally recalled again more strongly than before his haggard face, his wandering manner, his restless anxious looks. His affection for the child might not be inconsistent with villany of the worst kind; even that very affection was in itself an extraordinary contradiction, or how could he leave her thus? Disposed as I was to think badly of him, I never doubted that his love for her was real. I could not admit the thought, remembering what had passed between us, and the tone of voice in which he had called her by her name.
Stay here of course, the child had said in answer to my question, I always do! What could take him from home by night, and every night! I called up all the strange tales I had ever heard of dark and secret deeds committed in great towns and escaping detection for a long series of years; wild as many of these stories were, I could not find one adapted to this mystery, which only became the more impenetrable, in proportion as I sought to solve it.
Occupied with such thoughts as these, and a crowd of others all tending to the same point, I continued to pace the street for two long hours; at length the rain began to descend heavily, and then over-powered by fatigue though no less interested than I had been at first, I engaged the nearest coach and so got home. A cheerful fire was blazing on the hearth, the lamp burnt brightly, my clock received me with its old familiar welcome; everything was quiet, warm and cheering, and in happy contrast to the gloom and darkness I had quitted.
But all that night, waking or in my sleep, the same thoughts recurred and the same images retained possession of my brain. I had ever before me the old dark murky rooms the gaunt suits of mail with their ghostly silent air the faces all awry, grinning from wood and stone the dust and rust and worm that lives in wood and alone in the midst of all this lumber and decay and ugly age, the beautiful child in her gentle slumber, smiling through her light and sunny dreams.
CHAPTER 2
After combating, for nearly a week, the feeling which impelled me to revisit the place I had quitted under the circumstances already detailed, I yielded to it at length; and determining that this time I would present myself by the light of day, bent my steps thither early in the morning.
I walked past the house, and took several turns in the street, with that kind of hesitation which is natural to a man who is conscious that the visit he is about to pay is unexpected, and may not be very acceptable. However, as the door of the shop was shut, and it did not appear likely that I should be recognized by those within, if I continued merely to pass up and down before it, I soon conquered this irresolution, and found myself in the Curiosity Dealers warehouse.
The old man and another person were together in the back part, and there seemed to have been high words between them, for their voices which were raised to a very high pitch suddenly stopped on my entering, and the old man advancing hastily towards me, said in a tremulous tone that he was very glad I had come.
You interrupted us at a critical moment, said he, pointing to the man whom I had found in company with him; this fellow will murder me one of these days. He would have done so, long ago, if he had dared.
Bah! You would swear away my life if you could, returned the other, after bestowing a stare and a frown on me; we all know that!
I almost think I could, cried the old man, turning feebly upon him. If oaths, or prayers, or words, could rid me of you, they should. I would be quit of you, and would be relieved if you were dead.
I know it, returned the other. I said so, didnt I? But neither oaths, or prayers, nor words, will kill me, and therefore I live, and mean to live.
And his mother died! cried the old man, passionately clasping his hands and looking upward; and this is Heavens justice!
The other stood lounging with his foot upon a chair, and regarded him with a contemptuous sneer. He was a young man of one-and-twenty or thereabouts; well made, and certainly handsome, though the expression of his face was far from prepossessing, having in common with his manner and even his dress, a dissipated, insolent air which repelled one.
Justice or no justice, said the young fellow, here I am and here I shall stop till such time as I think fit to go, unless you send for assistance to put me out which you wont do, I know. I tell you again that I want to see my sister.
Your sister! said the old man bitterly.
Ah! You cant change the relationship, returned the other. If you could, youd have done it long ago. I want to see my sister, that you keep cooped up here, poisoning her mind with your sly secrets and pretending an affection for her that you may work her to death, and add a few scraped shillings every week to the money you can hardly count. I want to see her; and I will.