You shall have them. But listen: I meant only to take a sketch; I must now have a finished portrait. I cannot take this by candlelight. You must let me come here to-morrow; and yet to-morrow, I understand, you meant to leave?
WAIFE.If you will generously bestow on us the sum you say, we shall not leave the village till you have completed your picture. It is Mr. Rugge and his company we will leave.
VANCE.And may I venture to ask what you propose to do, towards a new livelihood for yourself and your grandchild, by the help of a sum which is certainly much for me to pay,enormous, I might say, quoad me,but small for a capital whereon to set up a business?
WAIFE.Excuse me if I do not answer that very natural question at present. Let me assure you that that precise sum is wanted for an investment which promises her and myself an easy existence. But to insure my scheme, I must keep it secret. Do you believe me?
I do! cried Lionel; and Sophy, whom by this time he had drawn upon his lap, put her arm gratefully round his neck.
There is your money, sir, beforehand, said Vance, declining downward his betrayed and resentful nose, and depositing three sovereigns on the table.
And how do you know, said Waife, smiling, that I may not be off to-night with your money and your model!
Well, said Vance, curtly, I think it is on the cards. Still, as John Kemble said when rebuked for too large an alms,
It is not often that I do these things,
But when I do, I do them handsomely.
Well applied, and well delivered, sir, said the Comedian, only you should put a little more emphasis on the word do.
Did I not put enough? I am sure I felt it strongly; no one can feel the do more!
Waifes pliant face relaxed into a genial brightness. The equivoque charmed him. However, not affecting to comprehend it, he thrust back the money, and said,No, sir, not a shilling till the picture is completed. Nay, to relieve your mind, I will own that, had I no scruple more delicate, I would rather receive nothing till Mr. Rugge is gone. True, he has no right to any share in it. But you see before you a man who, when it comes to arguing, could never take a wranglers degree,never get over the Asses Bridge, sir. Plucked at it scores of times clean as a feather. But do not go yet. You came to give us money: give us what, were I rich, I should value more highly,a little of your time. You, sir, are an artist; and you, young gentleman? addressing Lionel.
LIONEL (colouring).Iam nothing as yet.
WAIFE.You are fond of the drama, I presume, both of you? Apropos of John Kemble, you, sir, said that you have never heard him. Allow me, so far as this cracked voice can do it, to give you a faint idea of him.
I shall be delighted, said Vance, drawing nearer to the table, and feeling more at his ease. But since I see you smoke, may I take the liberty to light my cigar?
Make yourself at home, said Gentleman Waife, with the good-humour of a fatherly host. And, all the while, Lionel and Sophy were babbling together, she still upon his lap.
Waife began his imitation of John Kemble. Despite the cracked voice, it was admirable. One imitation drew on another; then succeeded anecdotes of the Stage, of the Senate, of the Bar. Waife had heard great orators, whom every one still admires for the speeches which nobody nowadays ever reads; he gave a lively idea of each. And then came sayings of dry humour and odd scraps of worldly observation; and time flew on pleasantly till the clock struck twelve, and the young guests tore themselves away.
Merle, Merle! cried the Comedian, when they were gone.
Merle appeared.
We dont go to-morrow. When Rugge sends for us (as he will do at daybreak), say so. You shall lodge us a few days longer, and thenand thenmy little Sophy, kiss me, kiss me! You are saved at least from those horrid painted creatures!
Ah, ah! growled Merle from below, he has got the money! Glad to hear it. But, he added, as he glanced at sundry weird and astrological symbols with which he had been diverting himself, thats not it. The true horary question, is, WHAT WILL HE DO WITH IT?
CHAPTER IX
The historian shows that, notwithstanding the progressive spirit of the times, a Briton is not permitted, without an effort, to progress according to his own inclinations.
Sophy could not sleep. At first she was too happy. Without being conscious of any degradation in her lot amongst the itinerant artists of Mr. Rugges exhibition,how could she, when her beloved and revered protector had been one of those artists for years?yet instinctively she shrank from their contact. Doubtless, while absorbed in some stirring part, she forgot companions, audience, all, and enjoyed what she performed,necessarily enjoyed, for her acting was really excellent, and where no enjoyment there no excellence; but when the histrionic enthusiasm was not positively at work, she crept to her grandfather with something between loathing and terror of the painted creatures and her own borrowed tinsel.
But, more than all, she felt acutely every indignity or affront offered to Gentleman Waife. Heaven knows, these were not few; and to escape from such a lifeto be with her grandfather alone, have him all to herself to tend and to pet, to listen to and to prattle withseemed to her the consummation of human felicity. Ah, but should she be all alone? Just as she was lulling herself into a doze, that question seized and roused her. And then it was not happiness that kept her waking: it was what is less rare in the female breast, curiosity. Who was to be the mysterious third, to whose acquisition the three pounds were evidently to be devoted? What new face had she purchased by the loan of her own? Not the Pig-faced Lady nor the Spotted Boy. Could it be the Norfolk Giant or the Calf with two Heads? Horrible idea! Monstrous phantasmagoria began to stalk before her eyes; and to charm them away, with great fervour she fell to saying her prayers,an act of devotion which she had forgotten, in her excitement, to perform before resting her head on the pillow,an omission, let us humbly hope, not noted down in very dark characters by the recording angel.
That act over, her thoughts took a more comely aspect than had been worn by the preceding phantasies, reflected Lionels kind looks and repeated his gentle words. Heaven bless him! she said with emphasis, as a supplement to the habitual prayers; and then tears gathered to her grateful eyelids, for she was one of those beings whose tears come slow from sorrow, quick from affection. And so the gray dawn found her still-wakeful, and she rose, bathed her cheeks in the cold fresh water, and drew them forth with a glow like Hebes. Dressing herself with the quiet activity which characterized all her movements, she then opened the casement and inhaled the air. All was still in the narrow lane; the shops yet unclosed. But on the still trees behind the shops the birds were beginning to stir and chirp. Chanticleer, from some neighbouring yard, rang out his brisk rereillee. Pleasant English summer dawn in the pleasant English country village. She stretched her graceful neck far from the casement, trying to catch a glimpse of the blue river. She had seen its majestic flow on the day they had arrived at the fair, and longed to gain its banks; then her servitude to the stage forbade her. Now she was to be free! O joy! Now she might have her careless hours of holiday; and, forgetful of Waifes warning that their vocation must be plied in towns, she let her fancy run riot amidst visions of green fields and laughing waters, and in fond delusion gathered the daisies and chased the butterflies. Changeling transferred into that lowest world of Art from the cradle of civil Nature, her human childs heart yearned for the human childlike delights. All children love the country, the flowers, the sward, the birds, the butterflies; or if some do not, despair, O Philanthropy, of their afterlives!
She closed the window, smiling to herself, stole through the adjoining doorway, and saw that her grandfather was still asleep. Then she busied herself in putting the little sitting-room to rights, reset the table for the morning meal, watered the stocks, and finally took up the crystal and looked into it with awe, wondering why the Cobbler could see so much, and she only the distorted reflection of her own face. So interested, however, for once, did she become in the inspection of this mystic globe, that she did not notice the dawn pass into broad daylight, nor hear a voice at the door below,nor, in short, take into cognition the external world, till a heavy tread shook the floor, and then, starting, she beheld the Remorseless Baron, with a face black enough to have darkened the crystal of Dr. Dee himself.
Ho, ho, said Mr. Rugge, in hissing accents which had often thrilled the threepenny gallery with anticipative horror. Rebellious, eh?wont come? Wheres your grandfather, baggage?
Sophy let fall the crystala mercy it was not brokenand gazed vacantly on the Baron.
Your vile scamp of a grandfather?
SOPHY (with spirit).He is not vile. You ought to be ashamed of yourself speaking so, Mr. Rugge!
Here simultaneously, Mr. Waife, hastily indued in his gray dressing-gown, presented himself at the aperture of the bedroom door, and the Cobbler on the threshold of the sitting-room. The Comedian stood mute, trusting perhaps to the imposing effect of his attitude. The Cobbler, yielding to the impulse of untheatric man, put his head doggedly on one side, and with both hands on his hips said,
Civil words to my lodgers, master, or out you go!
The Remorseless Baron glared vindictively, first at one and then at the other; at length he strode up to Waife, and said, with a withering grin, I have something to say to you; shall I say it before your landlord?
The Comedian waved his hand to the Cobbler.
Leave us, my friend; I shall not require you. Step this way, Mr. Rugge. Rugge entered the bedroom, and Waife closed the door behind him.
Anan, quoth the Cobbler, scratching his head. I dont quite take your grandfathers giving in. British ground here! But your Ascendant cannot surely be in such malignant conjunction with that obstreperous tyrant as to bind you to him hand and foot. Lets see what the crystal thinks of it. Take it up gently, and come downstairs with me.
Please, no; Ill stay near Grandfather, said Sophy, resolutely. He shant be left helpless with that rude man.
The Cobbler could not help smiling. Lord love you, said he; you have a spirit of your own, and if you were my wife I should be afraid of you. But I wont stand here eavesdropping; mayhap your grandfather has secrets Im not to hear: call me if Im wanted. He descended. Sophy, with less noble disdain of eavesdropping, stood in the centre of the room, holding her breath to listen. She heard no sound; she had half a mind to put her ear to the keyhole, but that seemed even to her a mean thing, if not absolutely required by the necessity of the case. So there she still stood, her head bent down, her finger raised: oh, that Vance could have so painted her!
CHAPTER X
Showing the causes why men and nations, when one man or nation wishes to get for its own arbitrary purposes what the other man or nation does not desire to part with, are apt to ignore the mild precepts of Christianity, shock the sentiments and upset the theories of Peace Societies.
Am I to understand, said Mr. Rugge, in a whisper, when Waife had drawn him to the farthest end of the inner room, with the bed-curtains between their position and the door, deadening the sound of their voices,am I to understand that, after my taking you and that child to my theatre out of charity, and at your own request, you are going to quit me without warning,French leave; is that British conduct?
Mr. Rugge, replied Waife, deprecatingly, I have no engagement with you beyond an experimental trial. We were free on both sides for three months,you to dismiss us any day, we to leave you. The experiment does not please us: we thank you and depart.
RUGGE.That is not the truth. I said I was free to dismiss you both, if the child did not suit. You, poor helpless creature, could be of no use. But I never heard you say you were to be free too. Stands to reason not! Put my engagements at a Waifes mercy! I, Lorenzo Rugge!stuff! But I am a just man, and a liberal man, and if you think you ought to have a higher salary, if this ungrateful proceeding is only, as I take it, a strike for wages, I will meet you. Juliet Araminta does play better than I could have supposed; and Ill conclude an engagement on good terms, as we were to have done if the experiment answered, for three years. Waife shook his head. You are very good, Mr. Rugge, but it is not a strike. My little girl does not like the life at any price; and, since she supports me, I am bound to please her. Besides, said the actor, with a stiffer manner, you have broken faith with me. It was fully understood that I was to appear no more on your stage; all my task was to advise with you in the performances, remodel the plays, help in the stage-management; and you took advantage of my penury, and, when I asked for a small advance, insisted on forcing these relics of what I was upon the public pity. Enough: we part. I bear no malice.
RUGGE.Oh, dont you? No more do I. But I am a Briton, and I have the spirit of one. You had better not make an enemy of me.
WAIFE.I am above the necessity of making enemies. I have an enemy ready made in myself.
Rugge placed a strong bony hand upon the cripples arm. I dare say you have! A bad conscience, sir. How would you like your past life looked into, and blabbed out?
GENTLEMAN WAIFE (mournfully).The last four years of it have been spent in your service, Mr. Rugge. If their record had been blabbed out for my benefit, there would not have been a dry eye in the house.
RUGGE. I disdain your sneer. When a scorpion nursed at my bosom sneers at me, I leave it to its own reflections. But I dont speak of the years in which that scorpion has been enjoying a salary and smoking canaster at my expense. I refer to an earlier dodge in its checkered existence. Ha, sir, you wince! I suspect I can find out something about you which would
WAIFE (fiercely).Would what?
RUGGE.Oh, lower your tone, sir; no bullying me. I suspect! I have good reason for suspicion; and if you sneak off in this way, and cheat me out of my property in Juliet Araminta, I will leave no stone unturned to prove what I suspect: look to it, slight man! Come, I dont wish to quarrel; make it up, and (drawing out his pocket-book) if you want cash down, and will have an engagement in black and white for three years for Juliet Araminta, you may squeeze a good sum out of me, and go yourself where you please: youll never be troubled by me. What I want is the girl.
All the actor laid aside, Waife growled out, And hang me; sir, if you shall have the girl!
At this moment Sophy opened the door wide, and entered boldly. She had heard her grandfathers voice raised, though its hoarse tones did not allow her to distinguish his words. She was alarmed for him. She came in, his guardian fairy, to protect him from the oppressor of six feet high. Rugges arm was raised, not indeed to strike, but rather to declaim. Sophy slid between him and her grandfather, and, clinging round the latter, flung out her own arm, the forefinger raised menacingly towards the Remorseless Baron. How you would have clapped if you had seen her so at Covent Garden! But Ill swear the child did not know she was acting. Rugge did, and was struck with admiration and regretful rage at the idea of losing her.