oeaxT'--! l*^' ./ i,^ .■! . ,^■7^7^^^! Ill; - ■ - I ^ I ,/ / / / / y^ .^ 0^ 'K^dJL IT mi. KOTSTTiS iRY O F B T (SMz^aililS ©2CSEEM L N D N : CHAPMAN & H ALL, 193 , PI CCADI LLY. THE MYSTEEY OP EDWIN DEOOD. BY CHAELES DICKENS. WITH TWELVE ILLUSTRATIONS BY S. L. FILDES, AND A PORTRAIT. LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193 PICCADILLY. 1870. [ The right of Translation is reserved.'^ LONDOS: TRIKTED UY WILMAM Cl.OWia AKD SOXS, STAJirOHD STREET A^P UHAIUNG CKOSS. All that was left in mamiscript of Edwin Drood is contained in the Number now puhlislied — the sixth. Its last entire page Imd not been written two hours when tJie event occurred which one very touching passage in it (grave and sad but also cheerful and reassuring) might seem almost to have anticipated. The only notes in reference to the story that have since been found concern that portion of it exclusively, which is treated in the earlier Numbers. Beyond the clues therein afforded to its conduct or catastrophe, nothing whatever remains; and it is believed that what the author would himself have most desired is done, in placing before the reader without further note or suggestion the fragment of The Mystery OF Edwin Drood. 12th August, 1870. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. The Dawn , . i CHAPTER II. A Dean, and a Chapter also .......,, 3 CHAPTER m. The Nuns' House 12 CHAPTER IV. Mr. Sapsea 21 CHAPTER V, Mr. Durdles and Friend 28 CHAPTER YI. Philanthropy in Minor Canon Corner 33 CHAPTER VII. More Confidences than one 40 CHAPTER VEIL Daggers drawn 47 VI CONTENTS. CHAPTER IX. PAGE Birds in the Bush 54 CHAPTER X. Smoothing the Way 65 CHAPTER XI. A Picture and a Ring ,75 CHAPTER XII. A Night with Duedles , . . 86 CHAPTER XIII. Both at theie Best 97 CHAPTER XIV. When shall these three meet again? . . , . « . .104 CHAPTER XV. Impeached * . 114 CHAPTER XVI. Devoted 121 CHAPTER XVII. Philanthropy, Professional and Unprofessional 129 CHAPTER XVIII. A Settler in Cloisterham 140 CHAPTER XIX. Shadow on the Sun-dial 147 CONTENTS. yil CHAPTER XX. PACK A Flight «... 153 » CHAPTER XXJ. A Recogxition 161 CHAPTER XXII. A Gritty state of things comes on ...,,., , iGo CHAPTER XXin. The Dawn again , , 178 ILLUSTRATIONS, Portrait. Vignette Title Page. PAGE In the Court To fac3 1 Under the Trees 20 At the Pla.no 44 On Dangerous Ground 50 Mr. Crisparkle is Overpaid , . 72 DuRDLEs Cautions Mr. Sapsea against Boasting 88 " Good-bye, Rosebud, darling !" . . » 98 Mr. Grewgious has his Suspicions 120 Jasper s Sacrifices 149 Mr. Grewgious experiences a New Sensation. . ^ . . . .157 Up the Eiver .....'•• ... 173 Sleeping it Off 183 H O u w K H THE MYSTEEY OF EDWIN DEOOD. CHAPTEE I. THE DAWN. An ancient English Cathedral Tower ? How can the ancient English Cathedral tower be here ! The well-known massive grey square tower of its old Cathedral ? How can that be here I There is no spike of rusty iron in the air, between the eye and it, from any point of the real prospect. What is the spike that intervenes, and who has set it up ? Maybe, it is set up by the Sultan's orders for the impaling of a horde of Turkish robbers, one by one. It is so, for cymbals clash, and the Sultan goes by to his j^alace in long jn-o- cession. Ten thousand scimitars flash in the sunlight, and thrico ten thousand dancing-girls strew flowers. Then, follow white elephants caparisoned in countless gorgeous colors, and infinite in number and attendants. Still, the Cathedral Tower rises in the background, where it cannot be, and still no writhing figure is on the grim spike. . Stay ! Is the spike so low a thing as the rusty spike on the top of a post of an old bedstead that has tumbled all awry ? Some vague period of drowsy laughter must be devoted to the consideration of this possibility. Shaking from head to foot, the man whose scattered consciousness has thus fantasticall}^ pieced itself together, at length rises, supports his trembling frame upon his arms, and looks around. He is in the meanest and closest of small rooms. Through the ragged window- curtain, the light of early day steals in from a miserable court. He lies, dressed, across a large unseemly bed, upon a bedstead that has indeed given way under the weight upon it. Lying, also dressed and also across the bed, not longwise, are a Chinaman, a Lascar, and a haggard woman. The two first are in a sleep or stupor ; the last is blowing at a kind of pipe, to kindle it. And as she blows, and shading it with her lean hand, concentrates its red sj)ark of light, it serves in the dim morning as a lamp to show him what he sees of her. B 2 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. " Another ?" says tliis woman, in a quemlons, rattling whisper. '* Have another ?" He looks about him, with his hand to his forehead. " Ye've smoked as many as five since ye come in at midnight," the woman goes on, as she chronically complains. " Poor me, poor me, my head is so bad \ Them two come in after ye. Ah, poor me, the business is slack, is slack ! Few Chinamen about the Docks, and fewer Lascars, and no ships coming in, these say! Here's another ready for ye, deary. Ye'll remember like a good soul, won't ye, that the market price is dreffle high just now ? More nor three shillings and sixpence for a thimbleful ! And ye'll remember that nobody but me (and Jack Chinaman t'other side the court; but he can't do it as well as me) has the true secret of mixing it ? Ye'll pay up according, deary, won't ye ?" She blows at the pipe as she speaks, and, occasionally bubbling at it, inhales much of its contents. "0 me, me, my lungs is weak, my lungs is bad! It's nearly ready for ye, deary. Ah poor me, poor me, my poor hand shakes like to drop off! I see ye coming-to, and I ses to my poor self, ' I'll have another ready for him, and he'll bear in mind the market price of opium, and pay according.' my poor head ! I makes my pipes of old penny ink-bottles, ye see, deary — this is one — and 1 fits in a mouthpiece, this way, and I takes my mixter out of this thimble with this little horn spoon ; and so I fills, deary. Ah, my poor nerves ! I got Heavens-hard drunk for sixteen year afore I took to this : but this, don't hurt me, not to speak of. And it takes away the hunger as well as wittles, deary." She hands him the nearly-emptied pipe, and sinks back, turning over on her face. He rises unsteadily from the bed, lays the pipe upon the hearth- stone, draws back the ragged curtain, and looks with repugnance at his three companions. He notices that the woman has opium- smoked herself into a strange likeness of the Chinaman. His form of cheek, eye, and temple, and his color, are repeated in her. Said Chinaman convulsively wrestles with one of his many Gods, or Devils, perhaps, and snarls horribly. The Lascar laughs and dribbles at the mouth. The hostess is still. " What visions can she have ?" the waking man muses, as he turns her face towards him, and stands looking down at it. " Visions of many butchers' shops, and public-houses, and much credit ? Of an increase of hideous customers, and this horrible bed- stead set upright again, and this horrible court swept clean ? What can she rise to, under any quantity of opium, higher than that ! — Eh?" He bends down his ear, to listen to her mutterings. " Unintelligible !" As he watches the spasmodic shoots and darts that break out of her face and limbs, like fitful lightning out of a dark sky, some contagion in them seizes upon him : insomuch that he has to withdraw himself to a lean arm-chair by the hearth — placed there, perhaps, for such emergencies — and to sit in it, holding tight, until he has got the better of this unclean spirit of imitation. THE DAWN. 3 Tlien lie comes back, pounces on the Chinaman, and, seizing liim with both hands by the throat, turns him violently on the bed. The Chinaman clutches the aggressive hands, resists, gasps, and .protests. " What do you say ?" A watchful pause. "Unintelligible!" Slowly loosening his grasp as he listens to the incoherent jargon with an attentive frown, he turns to the Lascar and fairly drags him forth upon the floor. As he falls, the Lascar starts into a half- risen attitude, glares with his eyes, lashes about him fiercely with his arms, and draws a phantom knife. It then becomes apparent that the woman has taken possession of his knife, for safety's «ake ; for, she too starting up, and restraining and expostulating with him, the knife is visible in her dress, not in his, when they drowsil}^ drop back, side by side. There has been chattering and clattering enough between them, but to no purpose. When any distinct word has been flung into the air, it has had no sense or sequence. Wherefore " unintel- ligible !" is again the comment of the Avatcher, made with some reassured nodding of his head, and a gloomy smile. He then lays certain silver money on the table, finds his hat, gropes his way down the broken stairs, gives a good morning to some rat-ridden doorkeeper, in bed in a black hutch beneath the stairs, and passes out. That same afternoon, the massive grey square tower of an old Cathedral rises before the sight of a jaded traveller. The bells are going for daily vesper service, and he must needs attend it, one would say, from his haste to reach the open cathedral door. The choir are getting on their sullied white robes, in a hurry, when he arrives among them, gets on his own robe, and falls into the procession filing in to service. Then, the Sacristan locks the iron-barred gates that divide the sanctuary from the chancel, and all of the proces- sion having scuttled into their places, hide their faces ; and then the intoned words, "When the Wicked Man " rise among .groins of arches and beams of roof, awakening muttered thunder. CHAPTEE IL A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO. Whosoever has observed that sedate and clerical bird, the rook, may perhaps have noticed that when he wings his way home- ward towards nightfall, in a sedate and clerical company, two rooks will suddenly detach themselves from the rest, will retrace their flight for some distance, and will there poise and linger ; conveying to mere men the fancy that it is of some occult im- portance to the body politic, that this artful couple should pretend to have renounced connection with it. B 2 4 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. , Similarly, service being over in the old cathedral with the square- tower, and the choir scuffling out again, and divers venerable persons of rook-like aspect dispersing, two of these latter retrace their steps, and walk together in the echoing Close. Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the cathedral wall has showered halfits deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked uneven flag- stones, and through the giant elm trees as they shed a gust of tears. Their fallen leaves lie strewn thickly about. Some of these leaves, in a timid rush, seek sanctuary within the low arched cathedral door ; but two men coming out, resist them, and cast them forth again with their feet ; this done, one of the two locks the door with a goodly key, and the other flits away with a folio music book. " Mr. Jasper was that, Tope?" " Yes, Mr. Dean." " He has stayed late." " Yes, Mr. Dean. I have stayed for him, your Keverence. He- has been took a little poorly." " Say ' taken,' Tojoe — to the Dean," The younger rook inter- poses in a low tone with this touch of correction, as who should say : " You may offer bad grammar to the laity, or the humbler clergy not to the Dean." Mr. Tope, Chief Verger and Showman, and accustomed to be high with excursion parties, declines with a silent loftiness to perceive that any suggestion has been tendered to him. " And when and how has Mr. Jasper been taken — for, as Mr. Cri sparkle has remarked, it is better to say taken — taken — " repeats the Dean ; " when and how has Mr. Jasper been Taken " " Taken, sir," Tope deferentially murmurs. " Poorly, Tope?" " Why, sir, Mr. Jasper was that breathed " " I wouldn't say ' That breathed,' Tope," Mr. Crisparkle inter- poses, with the same touch as before. "Not English — to the Dean." "Breathed to that extent," the Dean (not unflattered by this indirect homage), condescendingly remarks, " would be preferable." " Mr. Jasper's breathing was so remarkably short ;" thus discreetly does Mr. Tope work his way round the sunken rock, " when he came in, that it distressed him mightily to get his notes out : which was perhaps the cause of his having a kind of fit on him after a little. His memory grew Dazed." Mr. Tope, with his eyes on the Reverend Mr. Crisparkle, shoots this word out, as. defying him to improve upon it : " and a dimness and giddiness crept over him as strange as ever I saw : though he didn't seem to mind it particularly, himself. However, a little time and a little v/ater brought him out of his Daze." Mr. Tope repeats the word and its emphasis, with the air of saying : " As I have made a success, I'll make it again." " And Mr. Jasper has gone home quite himself, has he ?" asked: the Dean. A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO. (( Yonr Eeverence, he lias gone home quite himself. And I'm ^lad to see he's Jiaving his lire kindled up, for it's chilly after the wet, and the Cathedral had both a damp feel and a damp touch this afternoon, and he was very shivery." They all three look towards an old stone gatehouse crossing the Close, with an arched thoroughfare passing beneath it. Through its latticed window, a fire shines out upon the fast-darkening Bcene, involving in shadow the pendent masses of ivy and creeper •covering the building's front. As the deep Cathedral-bell strikes the hour, a ripple of wind goes through these at their distance, like .■a ripple of the solemn sound that hums through tomb and tower, broken niche and defaced statue, in the pile close at hand. " Is Mr. Jasper's nephew with him ?" the Dean asks. " No, sir," replies the Yerger, " but expected. There's his own solitary shadow betwixt his two windows — the one looking this way, and the one looking down into the High Street — drawing his own curtains now." " Well, well," says the Dean, with a sprightly air of breaking wp the little conference, " I hope Mr. Jasper's heart may not be too much set upon his nephew. Our affections, however laudable, in this transitory world, should never master us ; we should guide them, guide them. I find I am not disagreeably reminded of my (dinner, by hearing my dinner-bell. Perhaps Mr. Crisparkle you will, before going home, look in on Jasper ?" " Certainly, Mr. Dean. And tell him that jou had the kindness to desire to know how he was ?" " Ay ; do so, do so. Certainly. Wished to know how he was. By all means. Wished to know how he was." With a pleasant air of patronage, the Dean as nearly cocks his -quaint hat as a Dean in good spirits may, and directs his comely gaiters towards the ruddy dining-room of the snug old red-brick house where he is at present " in residence " with Mrs. Dean and Miss Dean. Mr. Crisparkle, Minor Canon, fair and rosy, and perpetually pitching himself head-foremost into all the deep running water in the surrounding country ; Mr. Crisparkle, Minor Canon, earl}' riser, musical, classical, cheerful, kind, good-natured, social, con- tented, and boy-like ; Mr. Crisparkle, Minor Canon and good man, lately " Coach " upon the chief Pagan high roads, but since pro- moted by a patron (grateful for a well-taught son) to his present Christian beat ; betakes himself to the gate house, on his way home to his earl}^ tea. " Sorry to hear from Tope that you have not been well, Jasper." " Oh, it was nothing, nothing !" " You look a little worn," " Do I ? Oh, I don't think so. What is better, I don't feel so. Tope has made too much of it I suspect. It's his trade to make the most of everything apjDertaining to the Cathedral, you know." " I may tell the Dean — I call expressly from the Dean — that you tire all right again ?" The reply, with a slight smile, is : " Certainly ; with my respects and thanks to the Dean." 6 THE MYSTERY OP EDWIN DEOOD. " I'm glad to hear that yon expect young Drood.'* " I expect the dear fellow every moment." " Ah ! He will do you more good than a doctor, Jasper." " More good than a dozen doctors. For I love him dearly, and I don't love doctors, or doctors' stuff." Mr. Jasper is a dark man of some six-and-twenty, with thick, lustrous, well-arranged black hair and whisker. He looks older than he is, as dark men often do. His voice is deep and good, his face and figure are good, his manner is a little sombre. His room is a little sombre, and may have had its influence in forming his manner. It is mostly in shadow. Even when the sun shines brilliantly, it seldom touches the grand piano in the recess, or the folio music-books on the stand, or the bookshelves on the wall, or the unfinished picture of a blooming schoolgirl hanging over the chimneypiece ; her flowing brown hair tied with a blue riband, and her beauty remarkable for a quite childish, almost babyish, touch of saucy discontent, comically conscious of itself. (There is not the least artistic merit in this picture, which is a mere daub ; but it is clear that the painter has made it humorously — one might almost say, revengefully — like the original.) " We shall miss you, Jasper, at the ' Alternate Musical Wednes- days ' to-night ; but no doubt you are best at home. Good-night. God bless you ! ' Tell me, shep-herds te-e-ell me ; tell me-e-e, have you seen (have you seen, have }'ou seen, have you seen) my-y-y Elo-o-ora-a pass this way !' " Melodiously good Minor Canon the Eeverend Septimus Crisparkle thus delivers himself, in musical rhythm, as he withdraws his amiable face from the doorway and conveys it down stairs. Sounds of recognition and greeting pass between the Eeverend Septimus and somebody else, at the stair-foot. Mr. Jasper listens, starts from his chair, and catches a young fellow in his arms, exclaiming : " My dear Edwin !" " My dear Jack ! So glad to see jou !" " Get off your greatcoat, bright boy, and sit down here in your own corner. Your feet are not wet? Pull your boots off. Do pull your boots off." " My dear Jack, I am as dry as a bone. Don't moddley-coddley, there's a good fellow. I like anything better than being moddley- coddleyed." With the check U2:)on him of being unsympathetically restrained in a genial outburst of enthusiasm, Mr. Jasj)er stands still, and looks on intently at the young fellow, divesting himself of his outer coat, hat, gloves, and so forth. Once for all, a look of intentness and in- tensity — a look of hungry, exacting, watchful, and yet devoted affection — is always, now and ever afterwards, on the Jasjier face whenever the Jasper face is addressed in this direction. And whenever it is so addressed, it is never, on this occasion or on any other, dividedly addressed ; it is always concentrated. " Now I am right, and now I'll take my corner, Jack. Any dinner, Jack?" Mr. Jasper opens a door at the upper end of the room, and A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO. 7 discloses a small inner room pleasantly lighted and prepared, wherein a comely dame is in the act of setting dishes on table. " What a jolly old Jack it is !" cries the young fellow, with a clap of his hands. " Look here, Jack ; tell me ; whose birthday is it ?" *' Not yours, I know," Mr. Jasper answers, pausing to con- sider. " Not mine, you know ? No ; not mine, I know ! Pussy's !" Fixed as the look the 3"0ung fellow meets, is, there is yet in it som,e strange power of suddenly including the sketch over the chimneypiece. " Pussy's, Jack ! AYe must drink Many happy returns to her. Come, uncle ; take your dutiful and sharp-set nephew in to dinner." As the boy (for he is little more) lays a hand on Jasper's shoulder, JasjDer cordially and gaily lays a hand on his shoulder, and so Marseillaise-wise they go in to dinner. " And Lord ! Here's Mrs. Tope !" cries the boy. " Lovelier than ever!" " Never you mind me, Master Edwin," retorts the Verger's wife ; *' I can take care of myself." "You can't. You're much too handsome. Give me a kiss, because it's Pussy's birthday." " I'd Pussy you, young man, if I was Pussy, as you call her," Mrs. To]3e blushingly retorts, after being saluted. " Your uncle's too much wrapt up in you, that's where it is. He makes so much of you, that it's my opinion you think you've only to call your Pussys by the dozen, to make 'em come." " You forget, Mrs. Tope," Mr. Jasper interposes, taking his place at table with a genial smile, " and so do you, Ned, that Uncle and Nephew are words prohibited here by common consent and express agreement. For what we are going to receive His holy name be praised !" " Done like the Dean ! Witness, Edwin Drood ! Please to carve. Jack, for I can't," This sally ushers in the dinner. Little to the present purj)ose, or to any purpose, is said, while it is in course of being disposed of. At length the cloth is drawn, and a dish of walnuts and a decanter of rich-coloured sherry are placed upon the table. " I say ! Tell me, Jack," the young fellow then flows on : " do you really and truly feel as if the mention of our relationship divided us at all ? I don't." " Uncles as a rule, Ned, are so much older than their nephews," is the reply, " that I have that feeling instinctively." " As a rule ? Ah, may -be 1 But what is a difference in age of half a dozen years or so ? And some uncles, in large families, are even younger ih-^.n their nephews. By George, I wish it was the case with us !" " Whv ?" " Because if it was, I'd take the lead Avith you. Jack, and be as wise as Begone dull care that turned a young man grey, and be- gone dull care that turned an old man to clay. — Halloa, Jack .' Don't drink." 8 THE MYSTERY OP EDWIN DROOD. "Why not?" " Asks why not, on Pussy's birthday, and no Happy Eeturns proposed! Pussy, Jack, and many of 'em! Happy returns, I mean." Laying an affectionate and laughing touch an the boy's extended hand, as if it were at once his giddy head and his light heart, Mr. Jasper drinks the toast in silence. " Hip, hip, hip, and nine times nine, and one to finish with, and all that, understood. Hooray, hooray, hooray ! And now. Jack, let's have a little talk about Pussy. Two pairs of nut-crackers ? Pass me one, and take the other." Crack. " How's Pussy getting on. Jack?" " With her music? Fairly." " What a dreadfully conscientious fellow you are, Jack. But I know, Lord bless you ! Liattentive, isn't she ?" " She can learn anything, if she will." " If she will ? Egad that's it. But if she won't ?" Crack. On Mr. Jasper's part. " How's she looking. Jack ?" Mr. Jasper's concentrated face again includes the portrait as he returns : " Very like your sketch indeed." " I am a little proud of it," says the young fellow, glancing up at the sketch with complacency, and then shutting one eye, and taking a corrected prospect of it over a level bridge of nut-cracker in the air : " Not badly hit off from memory. But I ought to have caught that expression pretty well, for 1 have seen it often enough." Crack. On Edwin Drood's ^^art. Crack. On Mr. Jasper's part. " In point of fact," the former resumes, after some silent dipping among his fragments of walnut with an air of pique, " I see it whenever I go to see Pussy. If I don't find it on her face, I leave it there. — You know I do. Miss Scornful Pert. Booh!" With a twirl of the nut-crackers at the portrait. Crack. Crack. Crack. Slowly, on Mr. Jasj^er's part. Crack. Sharply, on the part of Edwin Drood. Silence on both sides. " Have you lost your tongue. Jack?" " Have you found yours, Ned ?" " No, but really ; — isn't it, you know, after all ?" Mr. Jasper lifts his dark eyebrows inquiringly. " Isn't it unsatisfactory to be cut off from choice in such a matter ? There, Jack ! I tell you ! If I could choose, I would choose Pussy from all the pretty girls in the world." " But you have not got to choose." " That's what I complain of. My dead and gone father and Pussy's dead and gone father must needs marry us together by anticijiation. Why the — Devil, I was going to say, if it had been respectful to their memory — couldn't they leave us alone ?" " Tut, tut, dear boy," Mr. Ja-sper remonstrates, in a tone of gentle deprecation. " Tut, tut? Yes, Jack, it's all very well for yori. Tou can take A DEAN, AND A CH.YPTER ALSO. 9 / it easily. Tour life is not laid dow]i to scale, and lined and dotted out for yoTi, like a surveyor's plan. Tou have no uncomfortable suspicion that you are forced upon anj'hody, nor has anybody an uncomfortable suspicion that she is forced upon you, or that you ure forced upon her. You can choose for yourself. Life, for you, is a, plum with the natural bloom on ; it hasn't been over-carefuUy wiped off for 7jou " " Don't stop, dear fellow. Go on." " Can I anyhow have hurt your feelings. Jack ?" " How can you have hurt my feelings ?" " Good Heaven, Jack, you look frightfully ill ! There's a strange film come over your eyes." Mr. Jasper, with a forced smile, stretches out his right hand, as if at once to disarm apprehension and gain time to get better. After a while he says faintly : " I have been taking opium for a pain — an agony — that some- times overcomes me. The effects of the medicine steal over me like a blight or a cloud, and pass. You see them in the act of passing ; they will be gone directl}". Look away from me. They will go all the sooner." With a scared face, the younger man complies, by casting his eyes downward at the ashes on the hearth. Not relaxing his own gaze at the fire, but rather strengthening it with a fierce, firm grip upon his elbow-chair, the elder sits for a few moments ritrid, and then, with thick drops standing on his forehead, and a sharp catch of his breath, becomes as he was before. On his so subsiding in his chair, his nephew gently and assiduously tends him while he quite recovers. When Jasper is restored, he lays a tender hand upon his nephew's shoulder, and, in a tone of voice less troubled than the purport of his words — indeed with some- thing of raillery or banter in it — thus addresses him : " There is said to be a hidden skeleton in every house ; but you thought there was none in mine, dear Ked." " Upon m}^ life. Jack, I did think so. However, when I come to consider that even in Pussy's house — if she had one — and in mine — if I had one " " You were going to say (but that I interru]3ted you in spite of myself) what a quiet life mine is. No whirl and uproar around me, no distracting commerce or calculation, no risk, no change of place, mj'self devoted to the art I pursue, my business my pleasure." "I really was going to say something of the kind. Jack; but you see, you, speaking of yourself, almost necessarily leave out m.uch that I should have put in. For instance : I should have })\\t in the foreground, your being so much respected as La}^ Precentor, or Lay Clerk, or whatever you call it, of this Cathedral ; your enjoying the reputation of having done such wonders with the choir ; your choosing your society, and holding such an inde- pendent position in tnis queer old place ; your gift of teaching (why, even Pussy, who don't like being taught, says there never was such a Master as you are i) and your connexion." " Yes ; I saw what vou were tending to. I hate it." 10 thtj: mysteky of edwin drood. *' Hate it, Jack?" (Mucli bewildered.) " I liate it. The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain. How does our service sound to you ?" " Beautiful ! Quite celestial." " It often sounds to me quite devilish. I am so weary of it The echoes of my own voice among the arches seem to mock me with my daily drudging round. No wretched monk who droned his life away in that gloomy place, before me, can have been more tired of it than I am. He could take for relief (and did take) to carving demons out of the stalls and seats and desks. What shall I do ? Must I take to carving them out of my heart ?" " I thought you had so exactly found your niche in life, Jack," Edwin Drood returns, astonished, bending forward in his chair to lay a sympathetic hand on Jasper's knee, and looking at him with an anxious face. " I know you thought so. They all think so." " Well ; I suppose they do," says Edwin, meditating aloud. *' Pussy thinks so." " When did she tell you that?" " The last time I was here. You remember when. Three months ago." " How did she phrase it?' " Oh ! She only said that she had become your pupil, and that you were made for your vocation.'' The younger man glances at the portrait. The elder sees it in him. " Anyhow, my dear Ned," Jasper resumes, as he shakes his head with a grave cheerfulness : "I must subdue myself to my vocation : which is much tho same thing outwardly. It's too late to find another now. This is a confidence between us." " It shall be sacredly preserved, Jack." " I have reposed it in you, because " " I feel it, I assure you. Because we are fast friends, and because you love and trust me, as I love and trust you. Both hands. Jack." As each stands looking into the other's eyes, and as the uncle holds the nephew's hands, the uncle thus proceeds : " You know now, don't you, that even a poor monotonous chorister and grinder of music — in his niche — may be troubled with some stray sort of ambition, aspiration, restlessness, dissatis- faction, what shall we call it ?" " Yes, dear Jack." " And you will remember ?" *' My dear Jack, I only ask you, am I likely to forget what you have said with so much feeling ?" " Take it as a warning, then." In the act of having his hands released, and of moving a step back, Edwin pauses for an instant to consider the application of these last words. The instant over, he says, sensibly touched : " I am afraid I am but a shallow, surface kind of fellow. Jack, and that my headpiece is none of the best. But I needn't say I am young ; and perhaps I shall not grow worse as 1 grow older. A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO. 11 At all events, I hope I have sometliiiig impressible within me, which feels — deeply feels — the disinterestedness of your painfully laying your inner self bare, as a warning to me." Mr. Jasper's steadiness of face and figure becomes so marvellous that his breathing seems to have stopped. " I couldn't fail to notice. Jack, that it cost you a great effort, and that you were very much moved, and very unlike your usual self. Of course I knew that you were extremely fond of me, but I really was not prepared for your, as I may say, sacrificing yourself to me, in that way." Mr. Jasper, becoming a breathing man again without the smallest stage of transition between tlie two extreme states, lifts his shoulders, laughs, and waves his right arm. " No ; don't put the sentiment away. Jack ; please don't ; for I am very much in earnest. I have no doubt that that unhealthy state of mind which you have so powerfully described is attended with some real suffering, and is hard to bear. But let me reassure you. Jack, as to the chances of its overcoming Me. I don't think I am in the way of it. In some few months less than another year, you know, I shall carry Pussy off from school as Mrs. Edwin Drood. I shall then go engineering into the East, and Pussy with me. And although we have our little tifis now, arising out of a certain unavoidable flatness that attends our love-making, owing to its end being all settled beforehand, still I have no doubt of our getting on capitally then, when it's done and can't be helped. In tjhort, Jack, to go back to the old song I was freely quoting at dinner (and who knows old songs better than you !), my wife shall dance and I will sing, so merrily pass the day. Of Pussy's being beautiful there cannot be a doubt; — and when you are good besides. Little Miss Impudence," once more apostro]3hising the portrait, " 111 burn your comic likeness and paint your music- master another." Mr. Jasper, with his hand to his chin, and with an expression of musing benevolence on his face, has attentively watched every animated look and gesture attending the delivery of these words. He remains in that attitude after they are spoken, as if in a kind of fascination attendant on his strong interest in the youthful sj^irit that he loves so well. Then, he says with a quiet smile : " You won't be warned, then ?" *' No, Jack." " You can't be warned, then ?" "No, Jack, not by you. Besides that I don't reallj' consider myself in danger, I don't like your putting yourself in that position." " Shall we go and walk in the churchyard ?" "By all means. You won't mind my slipping out of it for half a moment to the Nuns' House, and lewving a parcel there ? Only gloves for Pussy ; as many pairs of gloves as she is years old to- day. Pather poetical. Jack ?" Mr. Jasper, still in the same attitude, murmurs : " ' Nothing half so sweet in life,' Ned !" " Here's the parcel in my greatcoat pocket. They must be pre- UNIVERSITY OF CAUFORNiA UBRAKY 12 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. rented to-niglit, or the poetry is gone. It's against regulations for me to call at night, but not to leave a packet. I am ready, Jack !" Mr. Jasper dissolves his attitude, and they go out together. CHAPTEE III. THE nuns' house. For sufficient reasons v^^hich this narrative will itself unfold as it advances, a fictitious name must be bestowed upon the old Cathedral town. Let it stand in these pages as Cloisterham. It was once possibly known to the Druids by another name, and €ertainly to the Eomans by another, and to the Saxons by another, and to the Normans by another ; and a name more or less in the course of many centuries can be of little moment to its dusty chronicles. An ancient city, Cloisterham, and no meet dwelling-place for any one with hankerings after the noisy world. A monotonous, silent city, deriving an earthy flavor throughout, from its cathe- dral crypt, and so abounding in vestiges of monastic graves, that the Cloisterham children grow small salad in the dust of abbots and abbesses, and make di-rt-pies of nuns and friars ; while every ploughman in its outlying fields renders to once puissant Lord Treasurers, Archbishops, Bishops, and such-like, the attention which the Ogre in the story-book desired to render to his un- bidden visitor, and grinds their bones to make his bread. A drowsy city, Cloisterham, whose inhabitants seem to suj)pose, with an inconsistency more strange than rare, that all its changes lie behind it, and that there are no more to come. A queer moral to derive from antiquity, yet older than any traceable antiquity. So silent are the streets of Cloisterham (though prone to echo on the smallest provocation), that of a summer-day the sunblinds of its shops scarce dare to flap in the south wdnd ; while the sun- browned tramps wdio pass along and stare, quicken their limp a little, that they may the sooner get beyond the confines of its oppressive respectabilit}^ This is a feat not difficult of achieve- ment, seeing that the streets of Cloisterham city are little more than one narrow street by which you get into it and ge*t out of it : the rest being mostly disappointing yards with pumps in them and no thoroughfare — exception made of the Cathedral-close, and a paved Quaker settlement, in color and general conformation very like a Quakeress's bonnet, ud in a shady corner. In a word, a city of anotner and a bj^gone time is Cloisternam ■with its hoarse cathedral bell, its hoarse rooks hovering about the Cathedral tower, its hoarser and less distinct rooks in the stalls far beneath. Fragments of old wall, saint's chapel, chapter-house, convent, aiid monastery, have got incongruously or obstructively built into many of its houses and gardens, much as kindred jumbled notions have become inc^f'Dorated into man}" of its citizen's minds. THE nuns' house. 15 All things in it are of the past. Even its single pawnbroker takes in no pledges, nor has he for a long time, but offers vainly an nnredeemed stock for sale, of which the costlier articles are dim and pale old watches apparently in a slow perspiration, tarnished sugar-tongs with ineffectual legs, and odd volumes of dismal books. The most abundant and the most agreeable- evidences of progressing life in Cloisterham, are the evidences- of vegetable life in its many gardens; even its drooping and despondent little theatre has its poor strip of garden, receiving the foul fiend, when he ducks from its stage into the infernal regions, among scarlet beans or oyster-shells, according to the season of the year. In the midst of Cloisterham stands the Nuns' House; a vene- rable brick edifice whose present appellation is doubtless derived . from the legend of its conventual uses. On the trim gate enclos- ing its old courtyard, is a resplendent brass plate flashing forth the legend : " Seminary for Young Ladies. Miss Twinkleton." The house-front is so old and worn, and the brass plate is so shining and staring, that the general result has reminded imagi- native strangers of a battered old beau with a large modern eye- glass stuck in his blind eye. Whether the nuns of yore, being of a submissive rather than a stiff-necked generation, habitually bent their contemplative heads to avoid collision with the beams in the low ceilings of the many chambers of their House; whether they sat in its long low windows, telling their beads for their mortification instead of making necklaces of them for their adornment ; whether the}^ were ever walled up alive in odd angles and jutting gables of the building for having some ineradicable leaven of busy mother Nature in them which has kept the fermenting world alive ever since ; these may be matters of interest to its haunting ghosts ('if any), but constitute no item in Miss Twinkleton's half-yearly •accounts. They are neither of Miss Twinkleton's inclusive regulars, nor of her extras. The lady who undertakes the poetical department of the establishment at so much (or so little) a quarter^ has no pieces in her list of recitals bearing on such unprofitablo questions. As, in some cases of drunkenness, and in others of animal magnetism, there are two states of consciousness which never clash, but each of which pursues its separate course as though it were continuous instead of broken (thus if I hide my watch when I am drunk, I must be drunk again before I can remember where), so Miss Twinkleton has two distinct and separate phases, of being. Every night, the moment the young ladies have retired to rest, does Miss Twinkleton smarten up her curls a little, brighten up her eyes a little, and become a sprightlier Mis& Twinkleton than the young ladies have ever seen. Every night, at the same hour, does Miss Twinkleton resume the topics of the previous night, comprehending the tenderer scandal of Cloister- ham, of which she has no knowledge whatever by day, and references to a certain season at Tunbridge Wells (airily called by Miss Twinkleton in this state of her existence " The Wells ")^ 14 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. notably tlie season wherein a certain finished gentleman (compas- sionately called by Miss Twinkleton in this state of her existence, " Foolish Mr. Porters ") revealed a homage of the heart, whereof Miss Twinkleton, in her scholastic state of existence, is as ignorant a-s a granite pillar. Miss Twinkleton's companion in both states of existence, and equally adaptable to either, is one Mrs. Tisher : a deferential '77idow with a weak back, a chronic sigh, and a suppressed voice, who looks after the young ladies' wardrobes, and leads them to infer that she has seen better days. Perhaps this is the reason why it is an article of faith with the servants, nanded down from race to race, that the departed Tisher was a hairdresser. The pet pupil of the Nuns' House is Miss Eosa Bud, of course called Rosebud ; wonderfully pretty, wonderfully childish, won- derfully whimsical. An awkward interest (awkward because romantic) attaches to Miss Bud in the minds of the young ladies, on account of its being known to them that a husband has been chosen for her by will and bequest, and that her guardian is bound down to bestow her on that husband when he comes of age. Miss Twinkleton, in her seminarial state of existence, has combated the romantic aspect of this destiny by affecting to shake her head over it behind Miss Bud's dimpled shoulders, and to brood on the un- happy lot of Ihat doomed little victim. But with no better effect — possibly some unfelt touch of foolish Mr. Porters has undermined the endeavour — than to evoke from the young ladies an unanimous bedchamber cry of " Oh ! what a pretending old thing Miss Twinkleton is, my dear !" The Nuns' House is never in such a state of flutter as when this allotted husband calls to see little Eosebud. (It is unanimously understood by the young ladies that he is lawfully entitled to this privilege, and that if Miss Twinkleton disputed it she would be instantly taken up and transported.) When his ring at the gate bell is expected, or takes place, every young lady who can, under any pretence, look out of window, looks out of window : while every young lady who is " practising," practises out of time ; and the French class becomes so demoralized that the Mark goes round as briskly as the bottle at a convivial party in the last century. On the afternoon of the day next after the dinner of two at the Gate House, the bell is rung with the usual fluttering results. '' Mr. Edwin Drood to see Miss Eosa." This is the announcement of the parlour-maid in chief. Miss Twinkleton, with an exemplary air of melancholy on her, turns to the sacrifice, and says : " You may go down, my dear." Miss Bud goes down, followed by all eyes. Mr. Edwin Drood is waiting in Miss Twinkleton's own parlour : a dainty room, with nothing more directly scholastic in it than a terrestrial and a celestial globe. These expressive machines iniply (to parents and guardians) that even Avhen Miss Twinkleton retires into the bosom of privacy, duty may at any moment compel her to become a sort of Wandering Jewess, scouring the earth and eoaring through the skies in search of knowledge for her pupils. The last new maid, who has never seen the young gentleman THE nuns' house. 15 Miss Eosa is engaged to, and who is making his acquaintance between the hinges of the open door, left open for the purpose, stumbles guiltily down the kitchen stairs, as a charming littla apparition with its face concealed by a little silk apron thrown over its head, glides into the parlour. " Oh ! It is so ridiculous !" says the apparition, stopping and shrinking. " Don't, Eddy !" " Don't what, Rosa ?" " Don't come any nearer, please. It is so absurd." " What is absurd, Rosa?" " The whole thing is. It is so absurd to be an engaged orphan ; and it is so absurd to have the girls and the servants scuttling about after one, like mice in the wainscot ; and it is so absurd to be called upon !" The apparition appears to have a thumb in the corner of its mouth while making this complaint. " You give me an affectionate reception, Pussy, I must say." " Well, I will in a minute, Eddy, but I can't just yet. How are you?" (very shortly). " I am unable to reply that I am much the better for seeing you. Pussy, inasmuch as I see nothing of you." This second remonstrance brings a dark bright pouting eye out from a corner of the apron ; but it swiftly becomes invisible again, as the apparition exclaims : " Oh ! Good Gracious, you have had half your hair cut off !" "I should have done better to have had my head cut off, I think," says Edwin, rumpling the hair in question, with a fierce glance at the looking-glass, and giving an impatient stamp. " Shall I go ?" " No ; you needn't go just yet, Eddy. The girls would all be asking questions why you went " " Once for all, Rosa, will you uncover that ridiculous little head of yours and give me a welcome ?" The a]Dron is pulled off the childish head, as its wearer replies : "You're very welcome, Eddy. There! I'm sure that's nice. Shake hands. No, I can't kiss you, because I've got an acidulated drop in my mouth." " Are you at all glad to see me, Pussy ?" " Oh, yes, I'm dreadfully glad. — Go and sit down. — Miss Twinkleton." It is the custom of that excellent lady, when these visits occur, to appear every three minutes, either in her own person or in that of Mrs. Tisher, and lay an offering on the shrine of Propriety by affecting to look for some desiderated article. On the present occasion. Miss Twinkleton, gracefully gliding in and out, says, in passing : " How do you do, Mr. Drood ? Very glad indeed to have the pleasure. Pray excuse me. Tweezers. Thank you !" " I got the gloves last evening, Eddy, and I like them very much. They are beauties." "Well, that's something," the affianced replies, half grumbling. " The smallest encouragement thankfully received. And how did you pass your birthday, Pussy ?" \6 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. " Delightfully ! Everybody gave me a present. And we ha^ a feast. And we had a ball at night." " A feast and a ball, eh ? These occasions seem to go off toler- ably well without me, Pussy." " De-lightfully !" cries Eosa, in a quite spontaneous manner, and without the least pretence of reserve. " Hah ! And what was the feast ?" " Tarts, oranges, jellies, and shrimps." " Any partners at the ball ?" " We danced with one another, of course, sir. But some of the girls made game to be their brothers. It was so droll !" " Did anybody make game to be " " To be you ? Oh dear yes !" cries Eosa, laughing with great enjoyment. " That was the first thing done." " I hope she did it pretty well," says Edwin, rather doubt- fully. " Oh ! It was excellent ! — I wouldn't dance with you, yon know." Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this ; begs to know if he may take the liberty to ask why ? " Because I was so tired of you," returns Eosa. But she quickly adds, and ]3leadingly too, seeing displeasure in his face : " Dear Eddy, you were just as tired of me, you know." " Did I say so, Eosa ?" " Say so ! Do you ever say so ? Ko, you only showed it. Oh, she did it so well !" cries Eosa, in a sudden ecstacy with her counterfeit betrothed. " It strikes me that she must be a devilish impudent girl," says Edwin Drood. " And so. Pussy, you have passed 3^our last birth- day in this old house." " Ah, yes !" Eosa clasps her hands, looks down with a sigh, and shakes her head. " You seem to be sorry, Eosa." " I am sorry for the poor old place. Somehow, I feel as if it would miss me, when I am gone so far away, so young." " Perhaps we had better stop short, Eosa ?" She looks up at him with a swift bright look ; next moment shakes her head, sighs, and looks down again. " That is to say, is it Pussy, that we are both resigned ?" She nods her head again, and after a short silence, quaintly bursts out with : " You know we must be married, and married from here, Eddy, or the poor girls will be so dreadfully disap- pointed !" For the moment there is more of compassion, both for her and for himself, in her affianced husband's face, than there is of love. He checks the look, and asks : " Shall I take you out for a walk, Eosa dear ?" Eosa dear does not seem at all clear on this point, until her face, which has been comically reflective, brightens. " Oh, yes, Eddy ; let as go for a walk ! And I tell you what we'll do. You shall pretend that you are engaged to somebody else, and I'll pretend that I am not engaged to an^'body, and then we shan't quarrel." THE NUNS HOUSE. 17 *' Do yon tliink that will prevent onr falling out, Eosa ?" " I know it will. Hush ! Pretend to look out of window- —Mrs. Tisher !" Through a fortuitous concourse of accidents, the matronly Tisher heaves in sight, says, in rustling through the room like the legendary ghost of a Dowager in silken skirts : "I hope I see Mr. Drood well ; though I needn't ask, if I may judge from his complexion ? I trust I disturb no one ; but there was a paper- knife — Oh, thank you, I am sure !" and disappears with her prize. " One other thing jou must do, Eddy, to oblige me," says Rose- ~bud. " The moment we get into the street, you must put me outside, and keep close to the house yourself — squeeze and graze yourself against it." " By all means, Eosa, if you wish it. Might I ask why ?" " Oh ! because I don't want the girls to see you." " It's a fine day ; but would you like me to carry an umbrella lip ?" " Don't be foolish, sir. You haven't got polished leather boots on," pouting, with one shoulder raised. " Perhaps that might escape the notice of the girls, even if they did see me," remarks Edwin, looking down at his boots with a sudden distaste for them. " Nothing escapes their notice, sir. And then I know what would happen. Some of them would begin reflecting on me by saying (for they are free) that they never will on any account engage themselves to lovers without polished leather boots. Hark ! Miss Twinkleton. I'll ask for leave." That discreet lady being indeed heard without, inquiring of jiobody in a blandly conversational tone as she advances : " Eh ? Indeed ! Are jon quite sure you saw my mother-of-pearl button- holder on the work-table in my room ?" is at once solicited for walking leave, and graciously accords it. And soon the young couple go out of the Nuns' House, taking all precautions against the discovery of the so vitally defective boots of Mr. Edwin Drood : precautions, let us hope, effective for the peace of Mrs. Edwin jDrood that is to be. " Which way shall we take, Eosa ?" Eosa replies : " I want to go to the Lumps-of-Delight shop." " To the ?" " A Turkish sweetmeat, sir. My gracious me, don't you under- .stand anything ? Call yourself an Engineer, and not know that f " Why, how should I know it, Eosa ?" " Because I am very fond of them. But oh ! I forgot what we -are to pretend. No, you needn't know anything about them; never mind." So, he is gloomily borne off to the Lumps-of-Delight shop, where Eosa makes her purchase, and, after offering some to him (which he rather indignantly declines), begins to partake of it with great zest : previously taking off and rolling up a pair of little pink gloves, like rose-leaves, and occasionaUy putting her little pink iingers to her rosy lips, to cleanse them from the Dust of Delight that comes off the Lumps. c 18 THE MYSTEEY OF- EDWIN DEOOD. " Now, "be a good-tempered Eddy, and pretend. And so yon are- engaged ?" " And so I am engaged." " Is she nice ?" " Charming." "Tall?" " Immensely tall !" Eosa being short. "Must be gawky, I shonld think," is Eosa's quiet commen- tary. " I beg yonr pardon ; not at all," contradiction rising in him. " What is termed a line woman ; a splendid woman." " Big nose, no donbt," is the quiet commentary again. " Not a little one, certainly," is the quick reply. (Rosa's beiEg a little one.) " Long pale nose, with a red knob in the middle. I know the sort of nose," says Eosa, with a satisfied nod, and tranquilly enjoying the Lumps. " You doiit know the sort of nose, Eosa," with some warmth ;. " because it's nothing of the kind." " Not a pale nose, Eddy ?" " No." Determined not to assent. " A red nose ? Oh ! I don't like red noses. However ; to be sure she can always powder it." " She would scorn to powder it," says Edwin, becoming- heated. " Would she ? What a stupid thing she must be ! Is she stupid in everything ?" " No. In nothing." After a pause, in which the whimsically wicked face has not been unobservant of him, Eosa says : " And this most sensible of creatures likes the idea of beino: carried off to Egypt ; does she, Eddy?" " Yes. She takes a sensible interest in triumphs of engineeriug skill : especially when they are to change the whole condition of an undeveloped country." " Lor !" says Eosa, shrugging her shoulders, with a little laugh of wonder. " Do you object," Edwin inquires, with a majestic turn of his eyes downward upon the fairy figure : "do you object, Eosa, to her feeling that interest ?" " Object ? My dear Eddy ! But really. Doesn't she hate boilers and things ?" " I can answer for her not being so idiotic as to hate Boilers," he returns with angry emphasis ; " though I cannot answer for her views about Things ; really not understanding what Things are meant." " But don't she hate Arabs, and Turks, and Fellahs, and people ?" " Certainly not." Very firmly. " At least, she must hate the Pyramids ? Come, Eddy ?" " Why should she be such a little — tall, I mean — Goose, as to- hate the Pyramids, Eosa ?" THE nuns' house. 19 "All! jOTi should hear Miss Twinkleton," often nodding her head, and much enjoying the Lumps, " bore about them, and then you wouldn't ask. Tiresome old burying-grounds ! Isises, and Ibises, and Cheopses, and Pharaohses ; who cares about them ? And then there was Belzoni or somebody, dragged out by the legs,;, half choked with bats and dust. All the girls say serve him right, and hope it hurt him, and wish he had been quite choked." The two youthful figures, side by side, but not now arm-in-arm, wander discontentedlj'- about the old Close ; and each some- times stops and slowly imprints a deeper footstep in the fallen leaves. " AVell !" says Edwin, after a lengthy silence. " According to custom. We can't get on, Eosa." Eosa tosses her head, and says she don't want to get on, " That's a pretty sentiment, Eosa, considering." " Considering what ?" " If I say what, you'll go wrong again." " You'll go wrong, you mean, Eddy. Don't be ungenerous." " Ungenerous ! I like that !" " Then I dori't like that, and so I tell you plainly," Eosa pouts. " Now, Eosa, I put it to you. Who disparaged my profession, my destination " " You are not going to be buried in the Pyramids, I hope ?" she interrupts, arching her delicate eyebrows. " You never said you were. If you are, why haven't you mentioned it to me ? I can't find out your plans by instinct." " Now, Eosa ; you know very well what I mean, my dear." " Well then, why did you begin with your detestable red-nosed Giantesses ? And she would, she would, she would, she would, she WOULD powder it !" cries Eosa, in a little burst of comical contra- dictory spleen. " Somehow or other, I never can come right in these discussions," says Edwin, sighing and becoming resigned. " How is it possible, sir, that you ever can come right when you're always wrong ? And as to Belzoni, I suppose he's dead ; — I'm sure I hope he is — and how can his legs, or his chokes concern you ?" " It is nearly time for your return, Eosa. We have not had a very happy walk, have we ?" " A happy walk ? A detestably unhappy walk, sir. If I go up stairs the moment I get in and cry till I can't take my dancing- lesson, you are responsible, mind !" " Let us be friends, Eosa." " Ah !" cries Eosa, shaking her head and bursting into real tears. " I wish we could be friends ! It's because we can't be friends, that we try one another so. I am a young little thing, Eddy, to have an old heartache ; but I really, really have, some- times. Don't be angry. I know you have one yourself, too often. We should both of us have done better, if What is to be had been left, What might have been. I am quite a serious little thing now, c. 2 CO THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. and not teasing you. Let each of us forbear, this one time, on our own account, and on the other's!" Disarmed by this glimpse of a %voman's nature in the spoilt child, though for an instant disposed to resent it as seeming to involve the enforced infliction of himself upon her, Edwin Drood stands watching her as she childishly cries and sobs, with both hands to the handkerchief at her eyes, and then — she becoming- more composed, and indeed beginning in her j^oung inconstancy to laugh at herself for having been so moved — leads her to a seat hard by, under the elm trees. *' One clear word of understanding, Pussy dear. I am not clever out of my own line — now I come to think of it I don't know that I am particularly clever in it — but I want to do right. There is not — there may be — I reall}^ don't see my way to what 1 want to say, but I must say it before we part — there is not any other young ?" " Oh no, Eddy ! It's generous of you to ask me ; but no, no, no!" They have come very near to the Cathedral windows, and at this moment the organ and the choir sound out sublimely. As they sit listening to the solemn swell, the confidence of last night rises in young Edwin Brood's mind, and he thinks how unlike this music is, to that discordance. *' I fancy I can distinguish Jack's voice," is his remark in a low tone in connexion with the train of thought. " Take me back at once, please," urges his Affianced, quickly laying her light hand upon his wrist. " They will all be coming out directly ; let us get away. Oh, what a resounding chord ! But don't let us stop to listen to it ; let us get away !" Her hurry is over, as soon as they have passed out of the Close. They go, arm-in-arm now, gravely and deliberately enough, along the old High Street, to the Nuns' House. At the gate, the street being within sight empty, Edwin bends down his face to Eosebud's. She remonstrates, laughing, and is a childish schoolgirl again. " Eddy, no ! I'm too stickey to be kissed. But give me your hand, and I'll blow a kiss into that." He does so. She breathes a light breath into it, and asks, re- tainino; it and looking into it : " Now saj, what do you see?*' " See, Eosa ?" *' Why, I thought you Egyptian boys could look into a hand and see all sorts of phantoms ? Can't you see a happy Future ?" For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in and the other goes away. \ ^^ / 'I ^-^ THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. 21 CHAPTER lY. MR. SAPSEA. AccErxixG tlie Jackass as tlie type of self-sufficient stupidity and conceit — a custom, perhaps, like some few other customs, more conventional than fair — then the purest Jackass in Cloisterham is Mr. Thomas Sapsea, Auctioneer. Mr. Sapsea " dresses at " the Dean ; has been bowed to for the Dean, in mistake ; has even been spoken to in the street as My Lord, under the impression that he was the Bishop come doAvn un- expectedly, without his chaplain. Mr. Sapsea is very proud of this, and of his voice, and of his style. He has even (in selling landed property), tried the experiment of slightly intoning in his pulpit, to make himself more like what he takes to be the genuine eccle- siastical article. So, in ending a Sale by Public Auction, I\Ir. Sapsea finishes off with an air of bestowing a benediction on the assembled brokers, which leaves the real Dean — a modest and worthy gentleman — far behind. Mr. Sapsea has many admirers ; indeed, the proposition is carried by a large local majority, even including non-believers in his wisdom, that he is a credit to Cloisterham. He possesses the gi^eat qualities of being portentous and dull, and of having a roll in his speech, and another roll in his gait ; not to mention a certain gravely flowing action with his hands, as if he were presently going to Confirm the individual with Avhom he holds discourse. Much nearer sixt}^ 3'ears of age than fifty, with a flowing outline of stomach, and horizontal creases in his waistcoat ; reputed to bo i-ich ; voting at elections in the strictly respectable interest ; morally satisfied that nothing but he himself has grown since he was a baby ; how can dunder-headed Mr. Sapsea be otherwise than a credit to Cloisterham, and society ? Mr. Sapsea's premises are in the High Street, over against the Kuns' House. They are of about the period of the Kuns' House, irregularly modernized here and there, as steadily deteriorating generations found, more and more, that they preferred air and light to Fever and the Plague. Over the doorway, is a wooden effigy, about half life-size, representing Mr. Sapsea's father, in a curly wig and toga, in the act of selling. The chastity of the idea, and the natural appearance of the little finger, hammer, and pulpit, have been much admired. Mr. Sapsea sits in his dull ground-floor sitting-room, giving first on his paved back yard, and then on his railed-ofl* garden. Mr. Sapsea has a bottle of port wine on a table before the fire — the fire is an earh' luxury, but pleasant on the cool, chilly autumn evening - -and is characteristically attended by his portrait, his eight-day clock, and his weather-glass. Characteristically, be- cause he would uphold himself against mankind, his weather-glass against weather, and his clock against time. By Mr. Sapsea's side on the table are a writing-desk and writing materials. Glancing at a scrap of manuscript, JMr. Sapsea reads it 22 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. to liimself witli a lofty air, and then, slowly pacing tlie room with his thumbs in the arm-holes of his waistcoat, repeats it from memory : so internally, though with much dignity, that the word " Ethelinda " is alone audible. There are three clean wineglasses in a tray on the table. His serving-maid entering, and announcing " Mr. Jasper is come, sir," Mr. Sapsea waves " Admit him " and draws two wineglasses from the rank, as being claimed. " Glad to see you, sir. I congratulate myself on having the honor of receiving you here for the first time." Mr. Sapsea does the honors of his house in this wise. " You are very good. The honor is mine and the self-congra- tulation is mine." *' You are pleased to say so, sir. But I do assure you that it is a satisfaction to me to receive you in my humble home. And that is what I would not say to everybody." Ineffable loftiness on Mr. Sapsea's part accompanies these words, as leaving the sentence to be understood : " You will not easily believe that your society can be a satisfaction to a man like myself; nevertheless, it is." " I have for some time desired to know you, Mr. Sapsea." " And I, sir, have long known you by reputation as a man of taste. Let me fill your glass. I will give you, sir," says Mr. Sapsea, filling his own : *' When the French come over, May we meet them at Dover !" This was a patriotic toast in Mr. Sapsea's infancy, and he is therefore fully convinced of its being appropriate to any sub- sequent era. " You can scarcely be ignorant, Mr. Sapsea," observes Jasper, watching the auctioneer with a smile as the latter stretches out his legs before the fire, " that you know the world." " Well, sir," is the chuckling reply, " I think I know some- thing of it ; something of it." " Your reputation for that knowledge has always interested and surprised me, and made me wish to know you. For, Cloisterham is a little place. Cooped up in it myself, I know nothing beyond it, and feel it to be a yqtj little place." *' If I have not gone to foreign countries, young man," Mr. Sapsea begins, and then stops : — " You will excuse my calling you young man, Mr. Jasper ? You are much my juni.or." " By all means." •' If I have not gone to foreign countries, young man, foreign countries have come to me. They have come to me in the way ol business, and I have improved upon my opportunities. Put it that I take an inventory, or make a catalogue. I see a French clock. I never saw him before, in my life, but I instantly lay my finger on him and say ' Paris !' I see some cups and saucers of Chinese make, equally strangers to me j^ersonally : I put my finger on them, tlicn and there, and I say ' Pekin, Kankin, and Canton.' It is the same with Jaj^an, with Egypt, and with bamboo and sandal-wood from the East Indies ; I put my finger MR. SAPSEA. 23 on tliem all. I have put mj finger on the North Pole before now, and said, ' Spear of Esquimaux make, for half a pint of pale sherry !' " "Keally ? A very remarkable wa}^, Mr. Sapsea, of acquiring a knowledge of men and things." " I mention it, sir," Mr. Sapsea rejoins, with unspeakable com- placency, "because, as I say, it don't do to boast of what you are; but show how 3'ou came to be it, and then you prove it." " Most interesting. We were to speak of the late Mrs. Sapsea." " "We were, sir." Mr. Sapsea fills both glasses, and takes the decanter into safe keeping again. " Before I consult your opinion as a man of taste on this little trifle "—holding it up — •'' which is hut a trifle, and still has required some thought, sir, some little fever of the brow, I ought perhaps to describe the character of the late Mrs. Sapsea, now dead three quarters of a year." Mr. Jasper, in the act of yawning behind his wineglass, puts down that screen and calls up a look of interest. It is a little imj^aired in its expressiveness by his having a shut-up gape still to dispose of, Avith watering eyes. " Half a dozen years ago, or so," Mr. Sapsea proceeds, " when I had enlarged my mind up to — I will not say to what it now is, for that might seem to aim at too much, but up to the pitch of want- ing another mind to be absorbed in it — I cast my eye about me for a nuptial partner. Because, as I say, it is not good for man to be alone." Mr. Jasper appears to commit this original idea to memory. " Miss Brobity at that time kept, I will not call it the rival establishment to the establishment at the Xuns' House opposite, but I will call it the other parallel establishment down town. The world did have it that she showed a passion for attending my sales, when the}- took place on half-holidays, or in vacation time. The world did put it about, that she admired my style. The world did notice that as time flowed by, my style became traceable in the dictation-exercises of Miss Brobity's pupils. Young man, a whisper even sprang up in obscure malignity, that one ignorant and besotted Churl (a parent) so committed himself as to object to it by name. But I do not believe this. For is it likely that any human creature in his right senses would so lay himself open to be pointed at, by what I call the finger of scorn ?" Mr. Jasper shakes his head. Not in the least likely. Mr. Sapsea, in a grandiloquent state of absence of mind, seems to refill his visitor's glass, which is full already ; and does really refill his own, which is empty. "Miss Brobity's Being, young man, was deeply imbued with homage to Mind. She revered Mind, when launched, or, as I say, precipitated, on an extensive knowledge of the world. When 1 made my proposal, she did me the honor to be so overshadowed with a species of Awe, as to be able to articulate only the two words, ' Oh Thou !' — meaning myself. Her limpid blue eyes were fixed upon me, her semi-transparent hands were clasped together, pallor overspread her aquiline features, and, though encouraged to X3roceed, she never did proceed a word further. I disposed of the 24 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. parallel establisliment, by private contract, and we became as nearly one as could be expected under the circumstances. But she never could, and she never did, find a phrase satisfactory to her perhaps-too-favourable estimate of my intellect. To the Yevy last (feeble action of liver), she addressed me in the same unfinished terms." Mr. Jasper has closed his eyes as the auctioneer has deepened his voice. He now abruptly opens them, and says, in unison with the deepened voice " Ah !" — rather as if stopping himself on the extreme verge of adding — " men !" " I have been since," says Mr. Sapsea, with his legs stretched out, and solemnly enjoying himself with the wine and the fire, " what you behold me ; I have been since a solitary mourner ; I have been since, as I say, wasting my evening conver- sation on the desert air. I will not say that I have reproached myself ; but there have been times Avhen I have asked myself the question : What if her husband had been nearer on a level with her? If she had not had to look up quite so high, what might the stimulating action have been upon the liver ?" Mr. Jasper says, with an aj)pearance of having fallen into dreadfully low spirits, that he " supposes it was to be." " We can only suj^pose so, sir," Mr. Sapsea coincides. " As I say,- Man proposes, Heaven disposes. It may or may not be putting the same thought in another form ; but that is the way I put it." Mr. Jasper murmurs assent. " And now, Mr. Jasj^er," resumes the auctioneer, producing his scrap of manuscript, " Mrs. Sapsea's monument having had full time to settle and dry, let me take your oj^inion, as a man of taste, on the inscrijotion I have (as I before remarked, not without some little fever of the brow), drawn out for it. Take it in your own hand. The setting out of the lines requires to be followed with the eye, as well as the contents with the mind." 31r. Jasper complying, sees and reads as follows : ETHELINDA, Eeverential Wife of MR. THOMAS SAPSEA, AIXTIOXEER, VALUER, ESTATE AGENT, &c.» OF THIS CITY. "Whose Knowledge of tlie World, Though somewhat extensive. Never brought him acquainted with A SPIKIT lilore capable of LOOKING UP TO HIM. STRANGER PAUSE An;l ask thyself the Question, CANST THOU DO LIKEWISE? If Not, Vv'iTII A BLUSH EETIIIE. MR. SAPSEA. 25 Mr. Sapsea having risen and stationed himself with his back to the fire, for the purpose of observing the effect of these lines on the countenance of a man of taste, consequently has his face towards the door, when his serving-maid, again appearing, announces, " Durdles is come, sir !" He promptly draws forth and fills the third wineglass, as being now claimed, and rej^lies, "Show Durdles in." " Admirable !" quoth Mr. Jasper, handing back the paper. " You approve, sir ?" " Impossible not to approve. Striking, characteristic, and complete." The -auctioneer inclines his head, as one accepting his duo and o-iving a receij^t ; and invites the entering Durdles to take off that glass of wine (handing the same), for it will warm him. Durdles is a stonemason ; chiefly in the gravestone, tomb, and monument way, and wholly of their color from head to foot. No man is better known in Cloisterham. He is the chartered libertine of the place. Fame trumpets him a wonderful workman — which, for aught that anybody knows, he may be (as he never works) : and a wonderful sot — which everybody knows he is. With the Cathedral crypt he is better acquainted than any living authority ;■ it may even be than any dead one. It is said that the intimacy of this acquaintance began in his habitually resorting to that secret place, to lock out the Cloisterham boy-populace, and sleep oft" the fumes of liquor : he having ready access to the Cathedral, as contractor for rough repairs. Be this as it may, he does know much about it, and, in the demolition of impedimental fragments of wall, buttress, and pavement, has seen strange sights. He often speaks of himself in the third person ; perhaps being a little misty as to his own identity when he narrates; perhaps impartially adopting the Cloisterham nomenclature in reference to a character of acknowledged distinction. Thus he will say, touching his strange sights : " Durdles come upon the old chap," in reference to a buried magnate of ancient time and high degree, " by striking right into the coffin with his pick. The old chap gave Durdles a look with his open eyes, as much as to say ' Is your name Durdles ? Why, my man, I've been waiting for you a Devil of a time!' And then he turned to powder." With a two-foot rule always in his pocket, and a mason's hammer all but always in his hand, Durdles goes continually sounding and tap- ping all about and about the Cathedral ; and whenever he says to Tope : " Tope, here's another old 'un in here !" Tope announces it to the Dean as an established discover}^. In a suit of coarse flannel with horn buttons, a yellow necker- chief with draggled ends, an old hat more russet-colored than, black, and laced boots of the hue of his stony calling, Durdles leads a hazy, gipsy sort of life, carr;-jng his dinner about with him in a small bundle, and sitting on all manner of tombstones to dine. This dinner of Durdles's has become quite a Cloisterham institution : not only because of his never appearing in publio without it, but because of its having been, on certain renowned occasions, taken into custody along with Durdles (as drunk and incapable), and exhibited before the Bench of Justices at the Town "26 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. TIall. These occasions, liowever, have been few and far apart: Dnrdles being as seldom drunk as sober. For the rest, he is an old bachelor, and he lives in a little antiquated hole of a house that was never finished : supposed to be built, so far, of stones stolen from the city wall. To this abode there is an approach, ankle-deep in stone chips, resembling a petrified grove of tomb- stones, urns, draperies, and broken columns, in all stages of sculp- ture. Herein, two journeymen incessantly chip, while other two journeymen, who face each other, incessantly saw stone ; dipping as regularly in and out of their sheltering sentry-boxes, as if they were mechanical figures emblematical of Time and Death. To Durdles, when he has consumed his glass of port, Mr. Sapsea •entrusts that precious effort of his Muse. Durdles unfeelingly takes out his two-foot rule, and measures the lines calmly, alloying them with stone-2:rit. " This is for the monument, is it, Mr. Sapsea ?" " The Inscription. Yes." Mr. Sapsea waits for its efi'ect on a common mind. " It'll come in to a eighth of a inch," sajs Durdles. " Your servant, Mr. Jasper. Hope I see you well." " How are you, Durdles ?" " I've got a touch of the Tombatism on me, Mr. Jasper, but that I must expect." " You mean the Rheumatism," says Sapsea, in a sharp tone. (He is nettled by having his composition so mechanically received.) "No, I don't. I mean, Mr. Sapsea, the Tombatism. It's another sort from Eheumatism. Mr. Jasper knows what Durdles means. You get among them Tombs afore it's well light on a winter morning, and keep on, as the Catechism says, a-walking in the same all the days of your life, and you'll know what Durdles means." " It is a bitter cold place," Mr. Jasper assents, with an antipa- thetic shiver. " And if it's bitter cold for you, up in the chancel, with a lot of live breath smoking out about you, what the bitterness is to Durdles, down in the crypt among the earthy damps there, and the dead breath of the old 'uns," returns that individual, " Durdles leaves you to judge. — Is this to be put in hand at once, Mr. Sapsea ?" Mr. Sapsea, with an Author's anxiety to rush into publication, replies that it cannot be out of hand too soon. " You had better let me have the key, then," says Durdles. " Why, man, it is not to be put inside the monument I" " Durdles knows where it's to bo put, jMr. Sapsea ; no man better. Ask 'ere a man in Cloisterham wi ether Durdles knows his work." Mr. Sapsea rises, takes a key from a drawer, unlocks an' iron safe let into the wall, and takes from it another key. " When Durdles puts a touch or a finish upon his work, no matter where, inside or outside, Durdles likes to look at his work all round, and see that his work is a doing him credit," Durdles explains, doggedly. MR. SAPSEA. 27 Tlie key proffered him by tlie bereaved widower being a large one, lie slips his two-foot rule into a side pocket of his flannel trousers made for it, and deliberately opens his flannel coat, and opens the month of a large breast-pocket within it before taking the key to place in that repository. " Why, Durdles !" exclaims Jasper, looking on amused. " You •are undermined with pockets !" " And I carries weight in 'em too, Mr. Jasper. Feel those ;" producing two other large keys. " Hand me Mr. Sapsea's likewise. Surely this is the heaviest of the three." " You'll find 'em much of a muchness, I expect," says Durdles. " They all belong to monuments. They all open Durdles's work. Durdles keeps the keys of his work mostly. Not that they're much used." " By the bye," it comes into Jasper's mind to say, as he idly oxamines the keys ; " I have been going to ask you, many a day, and have always forgotten. You know they sometimes call you Stony Durdles, don't you ?" " Cloisterham knows me as Durdles, Mr. Jasper." " I am aware of that, of course. But the boys sometimes " " Oh ! If you mind them young Imps of bo3"s " Durdles l^ruffly interrupts. " I don't mind them, any more than you do. But there was a discussion the other day among the Choir, whether Stony stood for Tony ;" clinking one key against another. (" Take care of the wards, Mr. Jasper.") " Or whether Stony stood for Stephen ;" clinking with a change of'keys. (" You can't make a pitch-pipe of 'em, Mr. Jasper.") " Or whether the name comes from your trade. How stands the fact ?" Mr. Jasper weighs the three keys in his hand, lifts his head from his idly stooping attitude over the fire, and delivers the keys to Durdles with an ingenuous and friendly face. But the stony one is a gruff one likewise, and that hazy state of his is always an uncertain state, highly conscious of its dignity, and prone to take offence. He drops his two keys back into his pocket one by one, and buttons them up ; he takes his dinner- bundle from the chair-back on which he hung it when he came in ; he distributes the weight he carries, by tying the third key up in it, as though he were an Ostrich, and liked to dine off cold iron ; and he gets out of the room, deigning no word of answer. Mr. Sapsea then proposes a hit at backgammon, which, seasoned with his own improving conversation, and terminating in a supper of cold roast beef and salad, beguiles the golden evening until pretty lat^. Mr, Sapsea's wisdom being, in its delivery to mortals, rather of the diffuse than the epigrammatic order, is by no means ■expended even then ; but his visitor intimates that he will come back for more of the precious commodity on future occasions, and Mr. Sapsea lets him off for the present, to ponder on the instal- ment he carries away. 2b THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. CHAPTER Y. MR. DURDLES AND FRIEND. John Jasper, on his way home through the Close, is brought to a standstill by the spectacle of Stony Dnrdles, dinner-bundle and all, leaning his back against the iron railing of the burial-ground enclosing it from the old cloister-arches ; and a hideous small boy in rags flinging stones at him as a well-defined mark in the moonlight. Sometimes the stones hit him, and sometimes they miss him, but Durdles seems indifferent to either fortune. The hideous small boy, on the contrary, whenever he hits Durdles, blows a whistle of triumph through a jagged gap convenient for the purjDose, in the front of his mouth, where half his teeth are wanting ; and whenever he misses him, yelps out " Mulled agin !'^ and tries to atone for the failure by taking a more correct and vicious aim. " What are you doing to the man?" demands Jasper, stepping out into the moonlight from the shade. " Making a cock-shy of him," replies the hideous small boy. " Give me those stones in your hand." " Yes, I'll give 'em jou down your throat, if you come a-ketching hold of me," saj^s the small boy, shaking himself loose, and backing. "I'll smash your eye, if you don't look out !" " Baby-Devil that 3'ou are, what has the man done to you ?" " He won't go home." " What is that to you ?" " He gives me a 'apenny to pelt him home if I ketches him out too late," says the boy. And then chants, like a little savage^, half stumbling and half dancing among the rags and laces of his dilapidated boots : " Widdy widdy wen ! I — ket — cbes — Im — out — ar — ter — ten, Widdy widdy wy ! Tiien — E — don't — go — then — I— sliy — Widily Widdy Wake-cock warning !" — with a comprehensive sweep on the last word, and one more delivery at Durdles. This would seem to be a poetical note of preparation, agreed upon, as a caution to Durdles to stand clear if he can, or to betake himself homeward. John Jasper invites the boy with a beck of his head to follow" him (feeling it hopeless to drag him, or coax him) and crosses to the iron railing where the Stony (and stoned) One is profoundly meditating. " Do you know this thing, this cJiild ?" asks Jasper, at a loss for a word that will define this tiling. "• Deputy," says Durdles, Avitli a nod. " Is that it's — his — name?" " Deputy," assents Durdles. " I'm inan-servant up at the Travellers' Twopenny in Gas Works Gardiug," this thing explains. " All us man-servantsr ME. DURDLES AND FRIEND. 29 at Travellers Lodgings is named Deputy. When we're chock full and the Travellers is all a-bed I corae out for my 'elth." Then withdrawing into the road, and taking aim, he resumes ; " Widdy Widdy wen ! I — ket — ches — Im— out — ar — ter — " " Hold your hand," cries Jasper, " and don't throw while I stand so near him, or I'll kill you ! Come, Durdles ; let me walk home with you to-night. Shall I carry your bundle?" " Not on any account," replies Durdles, adjusting it. " Durdles was making his reflections here when you come up, sir, surrounded by his works, like a poplar Author. — Your own brother-in-law ;" introducing a sarcophagus within the railing, white and cold in the moonlight. "Mrs. Sapsea;" introducing the monument of that devoted wife. " Late Licumbent ;" introducing the Eeverend Gentleman's broken column. " Departed Assessed Taxes ;" intro- ducing a vase and towel, standing on what might represent the -cake of soap. " Former pastrycook and muffin-maker, much re- spected ;" introducing gravestone. " All safe and sound here, sir, and all Durdles's work ! Of the common folk that is merely bundled up in turf and brambles, the less said, the better. A poor lot, soon forgot." " This creature, Deputy, is behind us," says Jasper, looking back. "* Is he to follow us ?" The relations between Durdles and Deputy are of a capricious kind; for, on Durdles's turning himself about with the slow gravity 'of beery soddenness. Deputy makes a j)retty wide circuit into the Toad and stands on the defensive. " You never cried Widdy Warning before you begun to-night," says Durdles, unexpectedly reminded of, or imagining, an injury. " Yer lie, I did," says Deputy, in his only form of polite con- "tradiction. " Own brother, sir," observes Durdles, turning himself about .again, and as unexpectedly forgetting his offence as he had recalled ■or conceived it ; " own brother to Peter the Wild Boy ! But I gave him an object in life." " At which he takes aim ?" Mr. Jasper suggests. " That's it, sir," returns Durdles, quite satisfied ; " at which lie takes aim. I took him in hand and gave him an object. What was he before ? A destroyer. A\ hat work did he do ? Nothing but destruction. What did he earn by it? Short terms in Clois- terham Jail. Not a person, not a piece of propert}^ not a winder, not a horse, nor a dog, nor a cat, nor a bird, nor a fowl, nor a pig, put what he stoned, for Avant of an enlightened object. I put that enlightened object before him, and now he can turn his honest half- penny by the three penn'orth a week." " I wonder he has no competitors." " He has plenty, Mr. Jasper, but he stones 'em all away. Now, 1 don't know what this scheme of mine comes to," pursues Durdles, considering about it with the same sodden gravity ; '* I don't know what you may precisely call it. It ain't a sort of a — scheme of a — National Education ?" so THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. " I sliOTild say not," replies Jasper. " I should say not," assents Durdles ; " then we won't try to o;ive it a name." " lie still keeps behind ns/' repeats Jasper, looking over his shonkLer ; "is he to follow us ?" " We can't help going round by the Travellers' Twopenny, if we go the short way, which is the back way," Durdles answers, " and we'll drop him there." So they go on; Deputy, as a rear rank of one, taking open order, and invading the silence of the hour and place by stoning every wall, post, pillar, and other inanimate object, by the deserted way. "Is there anything new down in the crypt, Durdles?" asks John Jasper. " Anything old, I think you mean," growls Durdles. "It ani't a spot for novelty." " Any new discovery on your part, I meant." " There's a old 'un under the seventh pillar on the left as you go down the broken steps of the little underground chapel as formerly was ; I make him out (so fur as I've made him out yet) to be one of them old 'uns with a crook. To judge from the size of the pas- sages in the walls, and of the steps and doors, by which they come and went, them crooks must have been a good deal in the way of the old 'uns ! Two on 'em meeting promiscuous must have hitched one another by the mitre, pretty often, I should say." Without any endeavour to correct the literality of this opinion, Jasper surveys his com^oanion — covered from head to foot with old mortar, lime, and stone grit — as though he, Jasper, were getting imbued with a romantic interest in his weird life. " Yours is a curious existence." Without furnishing the least clue to the question, whether he receives this as a compliment or as quite the reverse, Durdles gruffly answers : " Yours is another." "Well! Inasmuch as my lot is cast in the same old earthy, chilly, never-changing place, Yes. But there is much more mystery and interest in your connexion with the Cathedral than in mine. Indeed, I am beginning to have some idea of asking you to take me on as a sort of student, or free 'prentice, under you, and to let me go about with you sometimes, and see some of these odd nooks in which you pass your days." The Stony One replies, in a general way. All right. Everybody knows where to find Durdles, when he's wanted. Which, if not strictly true, is approximately so, if taken to express that Durdles may always be found in a state of vagabondage somewhere. " What I dwell upon most," says Jasper, pursuing his subject of romantic interest, " is the remarkable accuracj^ with which you would seem to find out where people are buried. — AVhat is the matter ? That bundle is in your way ; let me hold it." Durdles has stopped and backed a little (Deputy, attentive to all his movements, immediately skirmishing into the road) and was looking about for some lodge or corner to place his bundle OJiy when thus relieved of it. ME. DUEDLES AND FRIEND. 31 " Just you give nie my liammer out of tliat," says Durdles, " and I'll show you." Clink, clink. And his hammer is handed him. " Now, lookee here. You pitch your note, don't you, Mr. Jasper ?" " Yes." *' So I sound for mine. I take my hammer, and I tap." (Here he strikes the pavement, and the attentive Deputy skirmishes at a rather wider range, as supposing that his head may he in requisi- tion.) " I tap, tap, tap. Solid ! I go on tapping. Solid still ! Tap again. Holloa! Hollow! Tap again, persevering. Solid in hollow ! Tap, tap, tap, to try it better. Solid in hollow ; and inside solid, hollow again! There you are! Old 'un crumbled away in stone coffin, in vault !" " Astonishing !" " I have even done this," says Durdles, drawing out his two- foot rule, (DejDuty meanwhile skirmishing nearer, as suspecting that Treasure may be about to be discovered, which may somehow lead to his own enrichment, and the delicious treat of the dis- coverers being hanged by the neck, on his evidence, until they are dead). " Say that hammer of mine's a wall — my work. Two ; four ; and two is six," measuring on the pavement. " Six foot inside that wall is Mrs. Sapsea." "Not really Mrs. Sapsea?" "Say Mrs. Sapsea. Her wall's thicker, but say Mrs. Sapsea. Durdles taps .that wall represented by that hammer, and says, after good sounding : ' Something betwixt us !' Sure enough, some rubbish has been left in that same six foot space by Durdles's men !" Jasper opines that such accuracy " is a gift." "I wouldn't have it at a gift," returns Durdles, by no means receiving the observation in good part. " I worked it out for myself. Durdles comes by Ms knowledge through grubbing deep for it, and having it up by the roots when it don't want to come. — Halloa you Deputy !" " Widdy !" is Deputy's shrill response, standing off again. " Catch that ha'penny. And don't let me see any more of you to-night, after we come to the Travellers' Twopenny." " Warning !" returns Deputy, having caught the halfpenny, and appearing hj this mystic word to express his assent to the arrangement. They have but to cross what was once the vineyard, belonging to what was once the Monastery, to come into the narrow back lane wherein stands the crazy wooden house of two low stories- currently known as the Travellers' Twopennj^ : — a house all warped and distorted, like the morals of the travellers, with scant remains of a lattice- work porch over the door, and also of a rustic fence before its stamped-out garden ; by reason of the travellers being, so bound to the premises by a tender sentiment (or so fond of having a fire by the roadside in the course of the day), that they can never be persuaded or threatened into departure, without violently possessing themselves of some wooden fjrget-me-not, and \)earing it off. S2 THE MYSTKKY OF Kl^WlN TRiVP. Tho somHAnoo of an inn is attonipteil to W givoix to tliia vivtohoii plaoo l\v fra4::monts of conventional iwl ourt^uning in tho >viudo\\'^ which ra^rs aiv made mnddily ti-mismivnt in the <\iicht-so^5«\m bv fcvHo hi^ht^ of rush or o^^tton dip Inirninir dnllv in the oU^^50 air of the insivU\ As Durdlos and »lasjx>r o«.Mne luwr. thov aiv addivssovl by an insoriKxi yv^^vr lantern over the lUx^r. Slating forth the pnrjvrt of the honse. They are alsv> ad- divsftsoil bv ^>me half-n other hide^nis small lx>v« — whether tvrotxn\ny Uxlgoi'Si or followers or hangx>rsHon of snoh, who know« ! —who, as if attn^ctixl by s^^ne oarrion-^vnt of IVpnty in the air, ^tart into the nuxmlightv a^ viiltnu^^ n\ight gather in the desert,, ^nd inst^^ntlv fivll to stoning him and one another. " iStop, vou vonug brntos," cries Ja^jvr, angrilv, ** and let ns go This ivnionstranoe Ixnng reooivears o^mifortn^bly e^t^U^lishoil among the |X^lice ivgtilations of onr Knglish commnnities> where Christians aiv stone^l on all sides, a$ if the da\-s of Saint Stephen were re- vivoil, PnrdhNS ivmarks of the yonng sAvagv^. with some }xnnt„ that " they ha\x>n't got an objeot>" and kv^ds the w^y down the Unc. At the corner of the lanOs da^yx^r. hotly onragixl, cho^^ks his oommi\ion and Ux>ks Ivack, All is silent^ Xext moment> a stone oc^mmg rattling at his hats And a distant yell of " \Vake-C\x^k ! Warning !^^ folio we^l bv a crow, a« froni sc^me infernally -ha tche^i Chanticleer, apprising him nnder whose victorions lire he staiuls, he t\irns the ov^rner into safety, aiid t^^ke^ Pnnlles home : Dnrdles sttimbling among the litter of his stony yard a^ if he were g^nng to tnrn hc\*d fo^en1^^st into vMie of the ^mtinisheil toml^s. dv^hn damper retnrns by aiiother way to his g-ate honse, and <^ntering ssottly with his key. tinds his fire still bnrning. He takes from a locke^l pre^?s. a |xv>nliar-hx">king piw which he tills — Init not with tol\*cco — and, having adjnsUxi tne contents of tho K>wl, \x>rv cAivfnllv, with a little instrument^ ascends ai\ ii\ner st^^iroa^^ of only a few stoy^s, hNading to two r^xMns, One of the^^ is his oxm sleeping ohamlx^r ; the other, is his nephew's. There is * light in each. His iiephew lies aslee]i\ oalm and nntn>nbletl. *Tolin Ja^yx^r stands hx^king dowi\ njx^n him, his nnlighte^i pijx? in his hand, for some time^ with a tixe^l and deep attention. Then, hush- ing his ftste|%s. he yv;i:j;ses to his own roi^^m, lights his pijXN and delivei-s himself to the Sixx-tres it invokes at midnights TJIK MV'HTICIIY OIC KDWIN 1>IW><)I>. 88 CJiAi"i'i':it VI. I'jin.Arrj'nuoi'v /n mknoii canon (;okn'kii. TifK FfiU'ly l»f»xin|4 uf, a lookin^A^luMH wifJi ^j^rctd H('V)t\('A) ari'l |ir(»warll,/' roitia,rlIood v<;hh;I;.';n lo ho lookirijjj; 2 36 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DKOOD. prejudiced — does it not? — for I never saw liim. Is lie a large man, Ma ?" " I should call him a large man, my dear," the old lady I'oplied after some hesitation, " but that his voice is so much larger." " Than himself?" " Than anybody." " Hah !" said Septimus. And finished his breakfast as if the flavor of the Superior Family Souchong, and also of the ham and toast and egrscs, were a little on the wane. Mrs. Crisparkle's sister, another piece of Dresden china, and matching her so neatly that they would have made a delightful pair of ornaments for the two ends of any capacious old-fashioned chimneypiece, and by right should never have been seen apart, was the childless wife of a clergyman holding Corporation preferment in London City. Mr. Honeythunder in his public character of Professor of Philanthropy had come to know Mrs. Crisj)arkle during the last re-matching of the china ornaments (in other words during her last annual visit to her sister), after a public occasion of a phil- anthropic nature, when certain devoted orphans of tender years had been glutted with plum buns, and jdIuuij) bumptiousness. These were all the antecedents known in Minor Canon Corner of the coming pupils. " I am sure jou will agree with me. Ma," said Mr. Crisparkle,. after thinking the matter over, " that the first thing to be done, is,, to put these young people as much at their ease as possible. There is nothing disinterested in the notion, because we cannot be at our ease with them unless they are at their ease with us. Now, Jasper's nephew is down here at present ; and like takes to like, and youth takes to youth. He is a cordial young fellow, and we will have him to meet the brother and sister at dinner. That's three. We can't think of asking him, without asking Jasper. That's four. Add Miss Twinkleton and the fairy bride that is to be, and that's six. Add our two selves, and that's eight.- AVould eight at a friendly dinner at all put you out. Ma ?" " Nine would, Sept," returned the old lady, visibly nervous. " My dear Ma, I particularize eight." *' The exact size of the table and the room, my dear." So it was settled that way ; and when Mr. Crisparkle called with his mother upon Miss Twinkleton, to arrange for the recep- tion of Miss Helena Landless at the Nuns' House, the two other invitations having reference to that establishment were proffered and accepted. Miss Twinkleton did, indeed, glance at the globes, as regretting that they were not formed to be taken out into society ; but became reconciled to leaving them behind. Instruc- tions were then despatched to the Philanthropist for the departure and arrival, in good time for dinner, of Mr. Neville and Miss Helena ; and stock for soup became fragrant in the air of Minor Canon Corner. In those days there was no railway to Cloisterham, and Mr.. Sapsea said there never would be. Mr. Sapsea said more ; he said there never should be. And yet, marvellous to consider, it' has come to pass, in these days, that Express Trains don't think Clois- PHILANTHROPY IN MINOR CANON CORNER. 37 terliam worth stopping at, but yell and whirl through it on their larger errands, casting the dust o£f their wheels as a testimony ■against its insignificance. Some remote fragment of Main Line to somewhere else, there was, which was going to ruin the Money Market if it failed, and Church and State if it succeeded, and (of course), the Constitution, whether or no ; but even that had already «o unsettled Cloisterham traffic, that the traffic, deserting the high Toad, came sneaking in from an unprecedented part of the country by a back stable-way, for many years labelled at the corner : " Beware of the Dog." To this ignominious avenue of approach, Mr. Crisparkle repaired, awaiting the arrival of a short squat omnibus, with a dispropor- tionate heap of luggage on the roof — like a little Elephant with infinitely too much Castle — which was then the daily service between Cloisterham and external mankind. As this vehicle lumbered up, Mr. Crisparkle could hardly see anything else of it for a large outside passenger seated on the box, with his elbows squared, and his hands on his knees, compressing the driver into a most uncomfortably small compass, and glowering about him with a strongly marked face. " Is this Cloisterham ?" demanded the passenger, in a tremendous voice. " It is," replied the driver, rubbing himself as if he ached, after throwing the reins to the ostler. " And I never was so glad to see it." ■ " Tell your master to make his box seat wider then," returned the passenger. " Your master is morally bound — and ought to be legally, under ruinous penalties — to provide for the comfort of his fellow-man." The driver instituted, with the palms of his hands, a superficial perquisition into the state of his skeleton ; which seemed to make him anxious. " Have I sat upon you ?" asked the passenger. " You have," said the driver, as if he didn't like it at all. " Take that card, my friend." " I think I won't deprive you on it," returned the driver, casting his eyes over it with no great favor, without taking it. " What's the good of it to me ?" " Be a Member of that Society," said the passenger. " What shall I get by it ?" asked the driver. " Brotherhood," returned the passenger, in a ferocious voice. " Thankee," said the driver, very deliberately, as he got down ; " my mother was contented with myself, and so am I. I don't -want no brothers." " But you must have them," replied the passenger, also descend- ing, " whether you like it or not. I am your brother." " I say !" expostulated the driver, l^ecoming more chafed in temper ; " not too fur ! The worm icill^ when " But' here Mr. Crisparkle interposed, remonstrating aside, in a friendly voice : " Joe, Joe, Joe ! Don't forget yourself, Joe, my good fellow !" and then, when Joe peacea,bly touched his hat, ■accosting the passenger with: "Mr. Honey thunder ?" 38 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. " That is my name, sir." " My name is Crisparkle." " Eeverend Mr. Septimus ? Glad to see you, sir. Neville and Helena are inside. Having a little succumbed of late, under the pressure of my public labours, I thought I would take a mouthful of fresh air, and come down with them, and return at night. So you are the Reverend Mr. Septimus, are you ?" surveying him on the whole with disappointment, and twisting a double eye-glass by its ribbon, as if he were roasting it ; but not otherwise using it, *' Hah ! I expected to see jou older, sir." " I hope you will," was the good-humoured .rej)ly. " Eh ?" demanded Mr. Honeythunder. " Only a poor little joke. Not worth repeating." " Joke ? Aye ; I never see a joke," Mr. Honeythunder frowningly retorted. " A joke is wasted upon me, sir. Where are they ! Helena and Neville, come here! Mr. Crisparkle has come down to meet you." An unusually handsome lithe young fellow, and an unusually handsome lithe girl ; much alike ; both very dark, and very rich in color ; she, of almost the gipsy type ; something untamed about them both ; a certain air upon them of hunter and huntress ; yet withal a certain air of being the objects of the chase, rather than the followers. Slender, supple, quick of eye and limb ; half shy, half defiant ; fierce of look ; an indefinable kind of pause coming and going on their whole expression, both of face and form, which might be equally likened to the pause before a crouch, or a bound. The rough mental notes made in the first five minutes bv Mr. Crisparkle, would have read thus, verbatim. He invited Mr. Honeythunder to dinner, with a troubled mind, (for the discomfiture of the dear old china shepherdess lay heavy on it), and gave his arm to Helena Landless. Both she and her brother, as they walked all together through the ancient streets, took great delight in what he pointed out of the Cathedral and the Monastery-ruin, and wondered — so his notes ran on — much as if they were beautiful barbaric captives brought from some wild tropical dominion. Mr. Honeythunder walked in the middle of the road, shouldering the natives out of his way, and loudly developing a scheme he had, for making a raid on all the un- employed persons in the United Kingdom, laying them ever}' one Tby the heels in jail, and forcing them on pain of prompt exter- mination to become philanthropists. Mrs. Crisparkle had need of her own share of philanthropy' when she beheld this very large and very loud excrescence on the little party. Alw^ays something in the nature of a Boil upon the face of society, Mr. Honeythunder expanded into an inflammatory- Wen in Minor Canon Corner. Though it was not literall}' true, as was facetiously charged against him by public unbelievers, that he called aloud to his fellow-creatures : " Curse your souls and l)odies, come here and be blessed !" still his philanthrop}*" was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and ani- ]iiosity was hard to determine. You were to abolish military force, but you were first to bring all commanding officers who had PHILANTHROPY IN MJNOK CANON COENER. 39 done tlieir duty, to trial by court martial for that offence, and shoot them. You were to abolish war, but were to make converts by making war upon them, and charging them with loving war as the apple of their eye. You were to h^ve no caj^ital punishment, but were first to sweep off the face of the earth all legislators, jurists, and judges, who were of the contrary opinion. You were to have universal concord, and were to get it by eliminating all the people who wouldn't, or conscientiously couldn't, be con- cordant. You were to love your brother as yourself, but after an indefinite interval of maligning him (very much as if you hated him), and calling him all manner of names. Above all things, you were to do nothing in private, or on your own account. You were to go to the offices of the Haven of Philanthropy, and put your name down as a Member and a Pro- fessing Philanthropist. Then, you were to pay up your subscrip- tion, get your card of membership and your riband and medal, and w^ere evermore to live upon a platform, and evermore to say what Mr. Honeythunder said, and what the Treasurer said, and what the sub-Treasurer said, and what the Committee said, and what the sub-Committee said, and what the Secretary said, and what the Vice Secretary said. And this was usually said in the unanimously carried resolution under hand and seal, to the effect : " That this assembled Body of Professing Philanthropists views, with indignant scorn and contempt, not unmixed with utter detestation and loathing- abhorrence," — in short, the baseness of all those who do not belong to it, and pledges itself to make as many obnoxious statements as pos- sible about them, without being at all particular as to facts. The dinner was a most doleful breakdown. The philanthropist deranged the symmetry of the table, sat himself in the way of the w^aiting, blocked up the thoroughfare, and drove Mr. Toj^e (who assisted the parlour-maid), to the verge of distraction by passing plates and dishes on, over his own head. Kobody coidd talk to any- body, because he held forth to everybody at once, as if the company had no individual existence, but were a Meeting. He impounded the Eeverend Mr. Septimus, as an official personage to be addressed, or kind of human peg to hang his oratorical hat on, and fell into the exasperating habit, common among such orators, of imper- sonating him as a wicked and weak opponent. Thus, he would ask : " And will you, sir, now stultify yourself by telling me " — and so forth, when the innocent man had not ojoened his lips, nor meant to open them. Or he would say : " Now see, sir, to what a position you are reduced. I will leave you no escaj)e. After exhausting all the resources of fraud and falsehood, during years upon years ; after exhibiting a combination of dastardly meanness with ensanguined daring, such as the world has not often wit- nessed ; you have now the hypocrisy to bend the knee before the most degraded of mankind, and to sue and whine and howl for mercy !" Whereat the unfortunate Minor Canon would look, in part indignant and in part perplexed : while his worthy mother sat bridling, with tears in her eyes, and the remainder of the party lapsed into a sort of gelatinous state, in which there was no flavor or solidity, and very little resistance. 40 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. But the gusti of philantliropy that burst forth when the de- parture of Mr. Honey thunder began to impend, must have been highly gratifying to the feelings of that distinguished man. His coffee was produced, by the special activity of Mr. Tope, a full hour before he wanted it. Mr. Crisparkle sat with his watch in his hand, for about the same period, lest he should overstay his time. The four j^oung people were unanimous in believing that the Cathedral clock struck three-quarters, when it actually struck but one. Miss Twinkleton estimated the distance to the omnibus at five-and-twenty minutes' walk, when it was really five. The affectionate kindness of the whole circle hustled him into his great-coat, and shoved him out into the moonlight, as if he were a fugitive traitor with whom they sympathised, and a troop of horse were at the back door. Mr. Crisparkle and his new charge, who took him to the omnibus, were so fervent in their apprehensions of his catching cold, that they shut him up in it instantly and left him, with still half an hour to s]3are. CHAPTEK YII. MORE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE. " I Kxow very little of that gentleman, sir," said Neville to the Minor Canon as they turned back. "You know very little of your guardian?" the Minor Canon repeated. " Almost nothing." " How came he " "To he my guardian ? I'll tell you, sir. I suppose ^''ou know that we come (my sister and I) from Ceylon ?" " Indeed, no." " I wonder at that. We lived with a stepfather there. Our mother died there, when we were little children. We have had a wretched existence. She made him our guardian, and he was a miserly wretch who grudged us food to eat, and clothes to wear. At his death, he passed us over to this man ; for no better reason that I know of, than his being a friend or connexion of his, whose name was always in print and catching his attention." " That was lately, I suppose?" " Quite lately, sir. This stepfather of ours was a cruel brute as well as a grinding one. It was well he died when he did, or I might have killed him." Mr. Crisparkle stopped short in the moonlight and looked at his hopeful pupil in consternation. " I surprise you, sir ?" he said, with a quick change to a sub- missive manner. " You shock me ; unspeakably shock me." The pupil hung his head for a little while, as they walked on, and then said : " You never saw him beat your sister. I have seen him beat mine, more than once or twice, and I never forgot it." MORE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE. 41 "Nothing," said Mr. Crisparkle, "not even a beloved and "beautiful sister's tears under dastardly ill-usage ;" he became less severe, in spite of himself, as his indignation rose ; *' could justify those horrible expressions that you used." " I am sorry I used them, and especially to you, sir. I beg to recall them. But permit me to set you right on one point. \ oii spoke of my sister's tears. My sister would have let him tear her to pieces, before she would have let him believe that he could make her shed a tear." Mr. Crisparkle reviewed those mental notes of his, and was neither at all surprised to hear it, nor at all disposed to question it. " Perhaps you will think it strange, sir " — this was said in a hesitating voice — " that I should so soon ask you to allow me to confide in you, and to have the kindness to hear a word or two from me in my defence ?" "Defence?" Mr. Crisparkle repeated. "You are not on 3'our defence, Mr. Neville." " I think I am, sir. At least I know I should be, if you were better acquainted with my character." " Well, Mr. Neville," was the rejoinder. " What if you leave me to find it out ?" " Since it is your pleasure, sir," answered the young man, with a quick change in his manner to sullen disaj^pointment : " since it is your pleasure to check me in my impulse, I must submit." There was that in the tone of this short speech Avhich made the tonscientious man to whom it was addressed, uneasy. It hinted TO him that he might, without meaning it, turn aside a trustful- ness beneficial to a mis-shapen young mind and perhaj)s to his own power of directing and improving it. They were within sight of the lights in his windows, and he stojoped. " Let us turn back and take a turn or two up and down, Mr. Neville, or you may not have time to finish what you wish to say to me. You are hasty in thinking that I mean to check you. Quite the contrary. I invite your confidence." " You have invited it, sir, without knowing it, ever since I came here. I say ' ever since,' as if I had been here a week ! The truth is, we came here (my sister and I) to quarrel with you, and afi'ront you, and break away again." "Eeally?" said Mr. Crisparkle, at a dead loss for anything else to say. " You see, we could not know what you were beforehand, sir ; could we ?" " Clearly not," said Mr. Crisparkle. " And having liked no one else with whom we have ever been brought into contact, we had made up our minds not to like you." " Eeally ?" said Mr. Crisparkle again. " But we do like you, sir, and we see an unmistakeable differ- ence between your house and your reception of us, and anything else we have ever known. This — and my happening to be alone with you — and everything around us seeming so quiet and peace- ful after Mr. Honeythunder's departure — and Cloisterham being 42 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. SO old and grave and beautilul, with, the moon shining on it — these things inclined me to open my heart." " I quite understand, Mr. Neville. And it is salutary to listen to such influences." " In describing my own imperfections, sir, I must ask you not to suppose that I am describing my sister's. She has come out of the disadvantages of our miserable life, as much better than I am, as that Cathedral tower is higher than those chimnies." Mr. Crisparkle in his own breast w^as not so sure of this. "I have had, sir, from my earliest remembrance, to suppress a deadly and bitter hatred. This has made me secret and re- vengeful. I have been always tyrannically^ held down by the strong hand. This has driven me, in my weakness, to the re- source of being false and mean. I have been stinted of education, liberty, money, dress, the ver}^ necessaries of life, the commonest pleasures of childhood, the commonest possessions of youth. This lias caused me to be utterly wanting in I don't know what emotions, or remembrances, or good instincts — I have not even a name for the thing, you see! — that 3^ou have had to work upon in other young men to w^hom you have been accustomed." " This is evidently true. But this- is not encouraging," thought Mr. Crisparkle as they turned again. " And to finish with, sir : I have been brought up among abject and servile dependents, of an inferior race, and I may easily have contracted some affinity with them. Sometimes, I don't know but that it may be a drop of what is tigerish in their blood." "As in the case of that remark just now," thought Mr. Crisparkle. " In a last word of reference to my sister, sir (we are twin cbildren), you ought to know, to her honor, that nothing in our misery ever subdued her, though it often cowed me. When we ran away from it (we ran away four times in six years, to be soon brought back and cruell}' punished), the flight was always of her planning and leading. Each time she dressed as a boy, and showed the daring of a man. I take it we were seven years old when we first decamped ; but I remember, when I lost the pocket- knife with which she was to have cut her hair short, how despe- rately she tried to tear it out, or bite it off. I have nothing further to say, sir, except that I hope you will bear with me and make allowance for me." " Of that, Mr. Neville, you may' be sure," returned the Minor Canon. "I don't preach more than I can help, and I will not repay your confidence with a sermon. But I entreat you to bear in mind, very seriously and steadily, that if I am to do you any good, it can only be with j'our own assistance ; and that you can only render that, efficiently, by seeking aid from Heaven." " I will try to do ni}^ part, sir." *' And, Mr. Keville, I will try to do mine. Here is my hand on it. May God bless our endeavours !" They were now standing at his house-door, and a cheerful sound of voices and laughter was heard within. "We will take one more turn before going in," said !Mr. MORE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE. 43 Crisparkle, " for I want to ask yon a question. ATlien yen said yon were in a changed mind concerning me, yon spoke, not only for yonrself, but for yonr sister too." " Undoubtedly I did, sir." " Excuse me, Mr. Keville, but I think yon have bad no oppor- tunity of communicating with your sister, since I met yon. Mr. Honeytbunder was very eloquent ; but perhaps I may venture to Si%j, without ill-nature, that he rather monopolized the occasion. ]\lay yon not have answered for your sister without sufficient warrant ? " Neville shook his head with a proud smile. " You don't know, sir, yet, what a complete understanding can exist between my sister and me, though no spoken word — perhaj^s hardly as much as a look — may have passed between us. She not only feels as I. have described, but she very well knows that I am taking this opportunity of speaking to you, both for her and for myself." Mr. Crisparkle looked in his face, with some incredulity ; but his face expressed such absolute and firm conviction of the truth of what he said, that Mr. Crisparkle looked at the pavement, and mused, until they came to his door again. " I will ask for one more turn, sir, this time," said the young man with a rather heightened color rising in his face. " But for Mr. Honeythnnder's — I think yon called it eloquence, sir ?" (some- what slyly). " I — yes, I called it eloquence," said Mr, Crisparkle. " But for Mr. Honeythnnder's eloquence, I might have had no need to ask yon what I am going to ask you. This Mr. Edwin Drood, sir : I think that's the name ?" *' Quite correct," said Mr. Crisparkle. " D-r-donble o-d." *' Does he — or did he — read with 3'ou, sir ?" " Kever, !Mr. Keville. He comes here visiting his relation, Mr Jasper." " Is Miss Bud his relation too, sir ?" (" Now, why should he ask that, with sudden superciliousness !'^ thought Mr. Crisparkle.) Then he explained, aloud, what he knew of the little story of their betrothal. "Oh! That's it, is it?" said the young man. *' I understand his air of proiDrietorship now !" This was said so evidently to himself, or to anybody rather than Mr. CrisjDarkle, that the latter instinctively felt as if to notice it would be almost tantamount to noticing a passage in a letter which he had read by chance over the writer's shoulder. A moment afterwards th.ej re-entered the house. Mr. Jasper was seated at the piano as they came into his drawing- room, and was accompanying Miss Eosebnd while she sang. It was a consequence of his playing the accompaniment Vkdthont notes, and of her being a heedless little creature very ajDt to go wrong, that he followed her lips most attentively, with his eyes as well as hands ; carefully and softly hinting the key-note from time to time. Standing with an arm drawn round her, but with a face far more intent on Mr. Jasper than on her singing, stood Helena , 44 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. between whom and her brother an instantaneous recognition passed, in which Mr. Crisparkle saw, or thought he saw, the understanding that had been spoken of, flash out. Mr. Neville then took his admiring station, leaning against the piano, opposite the singer ; Mr. Crisparkle sat down by the china shep- herdess ; Edwin Drood gallantly furled and unfurled Miss Twin- kleton's fan ; and that lady passively claimed that sort of exhi- bitor's proprietorship in the accomplishment on view, which Mr. Tope, the Verger, daily claimed in the Cathedral service. The song went on. It was a sorrowful strain of parting, and the fresh young voice was very plaintive and tender. As Jasper watched the pretty lips, and ever and again hinted the one note, as though it were a low whisper from himself, the voice became less steady, until all at once the singer broke into a burst of tears, and shrieked out, with her hands over her eyes ; " I can't bear this ! I am frightened ! Take me away !" With one swift turn of her lithe figure, Helena laid the little beauty on a sofa, as if she had never caught her up. Then, on one knee beside her, and with one hand upon her rosy mouth, while with the other she appealed to all the rest, Helena said to them : " It's nothing ; it's all over ; don't speak to her for one minute, ;and she is well !" Jasper's hands had, in the same instant, lifted themselves from the keys, and were now poised above them, as though he waited to resume. In that attitude he yet sat quiet : not even looking round, when all the rest had changed their places and were re- assuring one another. " Pussy's not used to an audience ; that's the fact," said Edwin Drood. " She got nervous, and couldn't hold out. Besides, Jack, you are such a conscientious master, and require so much, that 1 believe you make her afraid of you. No wonder." '' No wonder," repeated Helena. " There, Jack, you hear ! You would be afraid of him, under ■similar circumstances, wouldn't you. Miss Landless ?" " Not under smy circumstances," returned Helena. Jasper brought down his hands, looked over his shoulder, and b)egged to thank Miss Landless for her vindication of his character. Then he fell to dumbly playing, without striking the notes, while his little pupil was taken to an open window for air, and was 'Otherwise petted and restored. When she was brought back, liis place was empty. " Jack's gone, Pussy," Edwin told her. " I am more than half afraid he didn't like to be charged with being the Monster who had frightened you," But she answered never a word, and shivered, as if they had made her a little too cold. Miss Twinkleton now opining that indeed these were late hours, Mrs. Crisparkle, for finding ourselves outside the walls of the Nuns' House, and that we who undertook the formation of the future wives and mothers of England (the last words in a lower voice, as requiring to be communicated in confidence) were really bound (voice coming up again) to set a better example than one of rakish habits, wrappers were put in requisition, MOKE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE. 45 and tlie two young cavaliers volunteered to see the ladies home. It was soon done, and the gate of the Nuns' House closed upon them. The boarders had retired, and only Mrs. Tisher in solitarj^ vigil awaited the new pupil. Her bedroom being within Eosa's, very little introduction or explanation was necessary, before she was placed in charge of her new friend, and left for the night. " This is a blessed relief, my dear," said Helena. " I have been dreading all day, that I should be brought to bay at this time." " There are not many of us," returned Eosa, " and we are good- natured girls ; at least the others are ; I can answer for them." " I can answer for you," laughed Helena, searching the lovely little face with her dark fiery eyes, and tenderly caressing the small figure. " You will be a friend to me, won't you ?" " I hope so. But the idea of my being a friend to you seems toO' absurd, though." " Why ?" " Oh ! I am such a mite of a thing, and you are so womanly and handsome. You seem to have resolution and power enough to crush me. I shrink into nothing by the side of your presence even." " I am a neglected creature, my dear, unacquainted with all accomplishments, sensitively conscious that I have everything to learn, and deeply ashamed to own my ignorance." " And yet you acknowledge everything to me !" said Eosa. " My pretty one, can I help it ? There is a fascination in " Oh ! Is there though ?" pouted Eosa, half in jest and half in earnest. " What a pit}^ Master Eddy doesn't feel it more !" Of course her relations towards that young gentleman had been already imparted, in Minor Canon Corner. " Why, surely he must love you with all his heart !" cried Helena, with an earnestness that threatened to blaze into ferocity if he didn't. " Eh ? Oh, well, I suppose he does," said Eosa, pouting again ; *' I am sure I have no right to say he doesn't. Perhaps it's my fault. Perhaps I am not as nice to him as I ought to be. I don't think I am. But it is so ridiculous !" Helena's eyes demanded what was. " We are," said Eosa, answering as if she had spoken. " We are such a ridiculous couple. And we are always quarrelling." "Why?" "Because we both know we are ridiculous, my dear!" Eosa gave that answer as if it were the most conclusive answer in the world. Helena's masterful look was intent upon her face for a few moments, and then she impulsively put out both her hands and said : " You will be my friend and help me ?" " Indeed, my dear, I will," replied Eosa, in a tone of affectionate childishness that went straight and true to her heart ; " I will ba 46 'i-wriTv as good a friend &s - _ creatnre as jojl. Ai. . _^ ItHi Landless kissed ItT- Irr. i-1 rtiidniDo: Ivth hrr l.-!s. C£ •• VTno is Mr. Jasper?* Bosa trmed aside t.r 1_ ...I in :.:LSTrering zLLj 111 piaster." " Y - ^ loTe him ?* "Ughl' SLr 7-T JLrr 1 : "^ -7 T iirr f :: iz I si or horror. " Yon know :! - L . ^ ^ - " ** " Oh, don't, i:--. \:z.z.' cn^ . 7" : sa, dropping en and clinging t IitT :ir~ resonr: ■ Dofn't tell m^ terrizfs iif. H L ii^ts i2vth»: _L: ie a dreadf with &ar 1 '^I^ -r- t^iie the \rl_il". :._ 1 ;: — • 3Iv child ! Yon rling." ~T^ so stronff. 1 TOn in ^ ever.' He lias ilrced mo ,c '--.-.---.7 1 f wiLiioa: me : mcrf : i-i my lips, When he correz's n plavs a p - Lr '- • - ; -If i • irsnes me as a iover, and ; l Lr forc^fc his eves, \ : n : .r IS si::-__ .. then than ever.^ - - ..ined threatening, prettjr one ? -ir nrver lies a - - — - -"-> _ j-e to -:c ifaem vcr them i^^^T into ^ :^bliges _ side, TVhat is I live never e- »T r,. V -^ , ^ 1 ^ Tli- - hear it, but c: Eddv is de m not be afrt ^ me — ^who 1'-. an, to-night r : except that to-ni^t whoi he watdied mj UpB 'ingrng, besides feeling terrified I felt aahamed L ::. It -was as if he kissed me, and I oooldn't Yon mis* never breathe this to anj one. - izi. Bnt VI "i : _1- -' "on would •r --'t gives 1 - — - _iy joa. 3 - r any circ: lilOKE COXFIDEXCES THAN OXE. 17 Ilold me ! Stay witli me ! I am too frightened to be left by myself." The histrons gipsy-face drooped over the clinging arms and bosom, and the wild black hair fell down protectingly over the childish form. There was a slumbering gleam of fire in the intense dark eyes, though they were then softened with com- passion and admiration. Let whomsoever it most concerned, look well to it ! CHAPTEE Till. DAGGEES DEA'\^'X. The two young men, having seen the damsels, their charges, enter the courtyard of the Nuns' House, and finding themselves coldly stared at by the brazen door-plate, as if the battered old beau with the glass in his eye were insolent, look at one another, look along the perspective of the moonlit street, and slowly walk away together. "• Do you stay here long, I\Ir. Drood ?" says Xeville. " Xot this time," is the careless answer, " I leave for London again, to-morrow. But I shall be here, off and on, until next Mid- summer ; then I shall take my leave of Cloisterham, and England too ; for many a long day, I expect." " Are you going abroad ?" " Going to wake up Egypt a little," is the condescending answer, " Are you reading ?" " Beading 1" repeats Edwin Drood, with a touch of contempt. *' Xo, Doing, working, engineering. My small patrimony was left a part of the capital of the Firm I am with, by my father, a former partner ; and I am a charge upon the Firm until I come of age ; and then I step into my modest share in the concern. Jack — you met him at dinner — is, until then, my guardian and trustee." " I heard from Mr. Crisparkle of your other good fortune." *' "What do you mean by my other good fortune ?" Keville has made his remark in a watchfully advancing, and yet furtive and shy manner, very expressive of that peculiar air already noticed, of being at once hunter and hunted. Edwin has made his retort with an abruptness not at all polite. They stop and interchange a rather heated look. " I hope," says Xeville, " there is no offence, Mr. Drood, in my innocently referring to your betrothal ?" " By George !" cries Edwin, leading on again at a somewhat quicker pace. " Everybody in this chattering old Cloisterham refers to it. I wonder no Public House has been set up, with my portrait for the sign of The Betrothed's Head. Or Pussy's portrait. One or the other." "I am not accountable for Mr. Crisparkle's mentioning the matter to me, quite openly," Neville begins. " No ; that's true ; you are not," Edwin Drood assents. 48 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. " But," resumes Neville, " I am accountable for mentioning it t halved life. And if I do not clearly express what I mean by that, it is either for the reason that having no conversational powers, I cannot express what I mean, or that having no meaning, I do not mean what I fail to express. Which, to the best of my belief, is not the case." Edwin had turned red and turned white, as certain points of this picture came into the light. He now sat looking at the fire,, and bit his lip. " The speculations of an Angular man," resumed Mr. Grewgious,. still sitting and speaking exactly as before, " are probably er- roneous on so globular a topic. But I figure to myself (subject,, as before, to Mr. Edwin's correction), that there can be no coolness,, no lassitude, no doubt, no indifference, no half fire and half smoke- state of mind, in a real lover. Pray am I at all near the mark in my picture ?" As abrupt in his conclusion as in his commencement and pro- gress, he jerked this inquiry at Edwin, and stopped when one might have supposed him in the middle of his oration. " I should say, sir," stammered Edwin, " as you refer the question to me " " Yes," said Mr. Grewgious, " I refer it to you, as an authority." " I should say then, sir," Edwin went on, embarrassed, " that the picture you have drawn, is generally correct; but I submit that perhaps you may be rather hard upon the unlucky lover." " Likely so," assented Mr. Grewgious, " likely so. I am a hard man in the grain." " He may not show," said Edwin, " all he feels ; or he may not " There he stopped so long, to find the rest of his sentence, that A PICTURE AND A KING. 83 Mr. Grewgioiis rendered his difficulty a thousand times the greater, by unexpectedly striking in with : "Iso to be sure; he may noil'' After that, they all sat silent ; the silence of Mr. Bazzard being occasioned by slumber. " His responsibility is very great though," said Mr. Grewgious, at length, with his eyes on the fire. Edwin nodded assent, with Ms eyes on the fire. " And let him be sure that he trifles with no one," said Mr. Grewgious ; " neither with himself, nor with any other." Edwin bit his lijD again, and still sat looking at the fire. " He must not make a plaything of a treasure. Woe betide him if he does ! Let him take that well to heart," said Mr. Grew- gious. Though he said these things in short sentences, much as the supposititious charity boy just now referred to, might have repeated a verse or two from the Book of Proverbs, there was something dreamy (for so literal a man) in the way in which he now shook his right forefinger at the live coals in the grate, and again fell silent. But not for long. As he sat upright and stiif in his chair, he suddenly rapped his knees, like the carved image of some queer Joss or other coming out of its reverie, and said : " We must finish this bottle, Mr. Edwin. Let me help you. I'll help Bazzard, too, though he is asleep. He mightn't like it else." He helped them both, and helped himself, and drained his glass, and stood it bottom upward on the table, as though he had just caught a bluebottle in it. " And now, Mr. Edwin," he proceeded, wiping his mouth and hands upon his handkerchief: " to a little piece of business. You received from me, the other day, a certified copy of Miss Eosa's father's will. You knew its contents before, but you received it from me as a matter of business. I should have sent it to Mr. Jasper, but for Miss Eosa's wishing it to come straight to you, in preference. You received it ?" " Quite safely, sir." *' You should have acknowledged its receipt," said Mr. Grew- gious, "business being business all the world over. However, you did not." " I meant to have acknowledged it when I first came in this evening, sir." " Not a business-like acknowledgment," returned Mr. Grewgious; " however, let that pass. Now, in that document you have observed a few words of kindly allusion to its being left to me to discharge a little trust, confided to me in conversation, at such time as I in my discretion may think best." " Yes, sir." " Mr. Edwin, it came into my mind just now, when I was looking at the fire, that I could, in my discretion, acquit myself of that trust at no better time than the present. Favor me with your attention, half a minute." He took a bunch of keys from his pocket, singled out by the G 2 84 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DKOOD. candle-liglit tlie key lie wanted, and then, with a candle in his hand, went to a bureau or escritoire, unlocked it, touched the spring of a little secret drawer, and took from it an ordinary ring- case made for a single ring. With this in his hand, he returned to his chair. As he held it up for the young man to see, his hand trembled. " Mr. Edwin, this rose of diamonds and rubies delicately set in gold, was a ring belonging to Miss Eosa's mother. It was removed from her dead hand, in my presence, with such distracted grief as I hope it may never be my lot to contemplate again. Hard man as I am, I am not hard enough for that. See how bright these stones shine !" opening the case. " And yet the eyes that were so much brighter, and that so often looked upon them with a light and a proud heart, have been ashes among ashes, and dust among dust, some years ! If I had any imagination (which it is needless to say I have not), I might imagine that the lasting beauty of these stones was almost cruel." He closed the case again as he spoke. " This ring was given to the young lady who was drowned so early in her beautiful and happy career, l3y her husband, when they first plighted their faith to one another. It was he who removed it from her unconscious hand, and it was he who, when his death drew ver}^ near, placed it in mine. The trust in which I received it, was, that, you and Miss Rosa growing to manhood and womanhood, and your betrothal prospering and coming to maturity, I should give it to you to place upon her finger. Failing those desired results, it was to remain in my possession." Some trouble was in the young man's face, and some indecision was in the action of his hand, as Mr. Grewgious, looking steadfastly at him, gave him the ring. " Your placing it on her finger," said Mr. Grewgious, " will be the solemn seal upon your strict fidelity to the living and the dead. You are going to her, to make the last irrevocable prepa- rations for your marriage. Take it with 3^ou." The young man took the little case, and placed it in his breast. " If anything should be amiss, if anything should be even slightly wrong, between you ; if you should have any secret con- sciousness that you are committing yourself to this step for no higher reason than because you have long been accustomed to look forward to it ; then," said Mr. Grewgious, " I charge you once more, by the living and by the dead, to bring that ring back to me !" Here Bazzard awoke himself by his own snoring ; and, as is usual in such cases, sat apoplectically staring at vacancy, as defying vacancy to accuse him of having been asleep. " Bazzard !" said Mr. Grewgious, harder than ever. " I follow you, sir," said liazzard, " and I have been following you." " In discharge of a trust, I have handed Mr. Edwin Drood a ring of diamonds and rubies. You see ?" Edwin reproduced the little case, and opened it ; and Bazzard looked into it. A PICTURE AND A RING. 85 " I follow you both, sir," returned Bazzard, " and I witness tlie transaction." Evidently anxious to get away and be alone, Edwin Drood now resumed his outer clothing, muttering something about time and appointments. The fog was reported no clearer (by the flying waiter, who alighted Jfroni a sjDeculative flight in the coffee interest), but he went out into it ; and Bazzard, after his manner, " followed " him. Mr. Grewgious, left alone, walked softly and slowly to and fro, for an hour and more. He was restless to-night, and seemed dispirited. " I hoj)e I have done right," he said. " The appeal to him seemed necessary. It was hard to lose the ring, and yet it must have gone from me very soon." He closed the empty little drawer with a sigh, and shut and locked the escritoire, and came back to the solitary fireside. " Her ring," he went on. " Will it come back to me ? My mind hangs about her ring very uneasily to-night. But that is explainable. I have had it so long, and I have prized it so much ! I wonder " He was in a wondering mood as well as a restless ; for, though he checked himself at that point, and took another walk, he resumed his wondering when he sat down again. " I wonder (for the ten thousandth time, and what a weak fool I, for what can it signify now !) whether he confided the charge of their orphan child to me, because he knew Good God, how like her mother she has become ! " I wonder whether he ever so much as suspected that some one doted on her, at a hopeless, speechless distance, when he struck in and won her. I wonder whether it ever crept into his mind who that unfortunate some one was ! *' I wonder whether I shall sleep to-night ! At all events, I will shut out the world with the bedclothes, and try." Mr. Grewgious crossed the staircase to his raw and foggy bed- room, and was soon ready for bed. Dimly catching sight of his face in the misty looking-glass, he held his candle to it for a moment. *' A likely some one, you, to come into anybody's thoughts in such an aspect!" he exclaimed. "There, there! there! Get to bed, poor man, and cease to jabber !" With that, he extinguished his light, pulled ujd the bedclothes around him, and with another sigh shut out the world. And yet there are such unexplored romantic nooks in the unlikcliest men, that even old tinderous and touch-woody P. J. T. Possibly Jabbered Thus, at some odd times, in or about seventeen-forty- seven. 86 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. CHAPTER Xir. A NIGHT WITH DURDLES. When Mr. Sapsea lias nothing better to do, towards evening, and finds tlie contemplation of his own profundity becoming a little monotonous in spite of the vastness of the subject, he often takes an airing in the Cathedral Close and thereabout. He likes to pass the churchyard with a swelling air of proprietorship, and to encourage in his breast a sort of benignant-landlord feeling, in that he has been bountiful towards that meritorious tenant, Mrs, Sapsea, and has publicly given her a prize. He likes to see a stray face or two looking in through the railings, and perhaps reading his inscription. Should he meet a stranger coming from the churchyard with a quick step, he is morally convinced that the stranger is " with a blush retiring," as monumentally directed. Mr. Sapsea's importance has received enhancement, for he has become Mayor of Cloisterham. Without mayors and many of them, it cannot be disputed that the whole framework of society — Mr. Sapsea is confident that he invented that forcible figure — would fall to pieces. Mayors have been knighted for " going up " with addresses : explosive machines intrepidly discharging shot and shell into the English Grammar. Mr. Sapsea may " go up " with an address. Eise, Sir Thomas Sapsea ! Of such is the salt of the earth. Mr. Sapsea has improved the acquaintance of Mr. Jasper, since their first meeting to partake of port, epitaph, backgammon, beef, and salad. Mr. Sapsea has been received at the Gate House with kindred hospitality ; and on that occasion Mr. Jasper seated him- self at the piano, and sang to him, tickling his ears — figuratively, long enough to present a considerable area for tickling. What Mr. Sapsea likes in that young man, is, that he is always ready to profit by the wisdom of his elders, and that he is sound, sir, at the core. In proof of which, he sang to Mr. Sapsea that evening, no kickshaw ditties, favorites with national enemies, but gave him the genuine George the Third home-brewed ; exhorting him (as " my brave boys ") to reduce to a smashed condition all other islands but this island, and all continents, peninsulas, isthmuses, promontories, and other geographical forms of land soever, besides sweeping the seas in all directions. In short, he rendered it pretty clear that Providence made a distinct mistake in originating so small a nation of hearts of oak, and so many other verminous peoples. Mr. Sapsea, walking slowly this moist evening near the church- yard with his hands behind him, on the look out for a blushing and retiring stranger, turns a corner, and comes instead into the goodly presence of the Dean, conversing with the Verger and Mr, Jasper. Mr. Sapsea makes his obeisance, and is instantly stricken far more ecclesiastical than any Archbishop of York, or Canterbury. A XIGHT WITH DUEDLES. 87 " You are evidently going to write a book about us, Mr. Jasper," <]^uoth the Dean ; *' to write a book about us. Well ! We are very ancient, and we ought to make a good book. We are not so richly endowed in possessions as in age ; but perhaps you will put that in your book, among other things, and call attention to our wrongs." Mr. Tope, as in duty bound, is greatly entertained by this. " I really have no intention at all, sir," replies Jasper, " of turning author, or archasologist. It is but a whim of mine. And even for my whim, Mr. Sapsea here is more accountable than I am." "How so, Mr. Mayor?" says the Dean, with a nod of good- natured recognition of his Fetch. " How is that, Mr. Mayor ?" " I am not aware," Mr. Sapsea remarks, looking about him for information, " to what the Very Eeverend the Dean does me the honor of referring." And then falls to stud3^ing his original in minute points of detail. " Durdles," Mr. Tope hints. " Ay !" the Dean echoes ; " Durdles, Durdles !" " The truth is, sir," explains Jasper, " that my curiosity in the man was first really stimulated by Mr. Sapsea. Mr. Sapsea's knowledge of mankind, and power of drawing out whatever is recluse or odd around him, first led to my bestowing a second thought upon the man : though of course I had met him con- stantly about. You would not be surprised by this, Mr. Dean, if you had seen Mr. Sapsea deal with him in his own parlor, as I did." " Oh !" cries Sapsea, picking up the ball thrown to him with ineffable complacency and pomposity ; " yes, yes. The Very Eeverend the Dean refers to that ? Yes. I happened to bring Durdles and Mr. Jasper together. 1 regard Durdles as a Cha- Tacter." " A character, Mr. Sapsea, that with a few skilful touches you turn inside out," says Jasper. " Nay, not quite that," returns the lumbering auctioneer. " I may have a little influence over him, perhaps ; and a little insight into his character, perhaps. The Very Eeverend the Dean will please to bear in mind that I have seen the world." Here Mr. Sapsea gets a little behind the Dean, to inspect his coat- buttons. " Well !" says the Dean, looking about him to see what has become of his copyist : "I hope, Mr. Mayor, you will use your study and knowledge of Durdles to the good purpose of exhorting him not to break our worthy and respected Choir-Master's neck ; we cannot afford it ; his head and voice are much too valuable to us/' Mr. Tope is again highly entertained, and, having fallen into respectful convulsions of laughter, subsides into a deferential murmur, importing that surely any gentleman would deem it a pleasure and an honor to have his neck broken, in return for such a compliment from such a source. " I will take it upon myself, sir," observes Sapsea, loftily, " to answer for Mr. Jasper's neck. I will tell Durdles to be careful of 88 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. it. He will mind what I say. How is it at present en- dangered ?" lie inquires, looking about liini with magnificent patronage. " Only by my making a moonlight expedition with Durdles among the tombs, vaults, towers, and ruins," returns Jasper. " You remember suggesting when you brought us together, that, as a lover of the picturesque, it might be worth my while ?" " I remember !" replies the auctioneer. And the solemn idiot really believes that he does remember. " Profiting by your hint," pursues Jasper, " I have had some day-rambles with the extraordinary old fellow, and we are to make a moonlight hole-and-corner exploration to-night." " And here he is," says the Dean. Durdles, with his dinner-bundle in his hand, is indeed beheld slouching towards them. Slouching nearer, and perceiving the Dean, he pulls off his hat, and is slouching away with it under his arm, when Mr. Sapsea stops him. " Mind you take care of my friend," is the injunction Mr. Sapsea lays upon him. '' What friend o' yourn is dead ?" asks Durdles. " No orders has come in for any friend o' yourn." " I mean my live friend, there." " Oh ! Him ?" says Durdles. " He can take care of himself, can Mister Jarsper." " But do you take care of him too," says Sapsea. Whom Durdles (there being command in his tone), surlily surveys from head to foot. " With submission to his Eeverence the Dean, if you'll mind what concerns you, Mr. Saj^sea, Durdles he'll mind what concerns^ him." " You're out of temper," says Mr. Sapsea, winking to the com- pany to observe how smoothly he will manage him. " My friend C(jncerns me, and Mr. Jas23er is my friend. And you are my friend." " Don't you get into a bad habit of boasting," retorts Durdles, with a grave cautionary nod. " It'll grow upon you." " You are out of temper," says Sapsea again ; reddening, but again winking to the company. " I own to it," returns Durdles ; *' I don't like liberties." Mr. Sapsea winks a third wink to the company, as who should say : "I think you will agree with me that I have settled liis business ;" and stalks out of the controversy. Durdles then gives the Dean a good evening, and adding, as he puts his hat on, " You'll find me at home. Mister Jarsper, as agreed, when you want me ; I'm a going home to clean myself," soon slouches out of sight. This going home to clean himself is one of the man's incomprehensible compromises with inexorable facts ; he, and his hat, and his boots, and his clothes, never showing any trace of cleaning, but being uniformly in one condition of dust and grit. The lamplighter now dotting the quiet Close with specks of light, and running at a great rate up and down his little ladder A NIGHT WITH DUEDLES. 89 "with, that object — his little ladder under the sacred shadow of Avhose inconvenience generations had grown wp, and which all ( jloisterhani would have stood aghast at the idea of abolishing — the Dean withdraws to his dinner, Mr. Tope to his tea, and Mr, Jasper to his piano. There, with no light but that of tho fire, he sits chanting choir-music in a low and beautiful voice, for two or three hours ;• in short, until it has been for some time dark, and the moon is about to rise. Then, he closes his piano softly, softly changes his coat for a pea-jacket with a goodly wicker-cased bottle in its largest pocket, and, putting on a low-crowned fla^^-brimmed hat, goes softly out. Why does he move so softly to-night ? No outward reason i& apparent for it. Can there be any sympathetic reason crouching darkly within him ? Eej)airing to Durdles's unfinished house, or hole in the city wall, and seeing a light wdthin it, he softly picks his course among the gravestones, monuments, and stony lumber of the yard, already touched here and there, sidewise, by the rising moon. The two journeymen have left their two great saws sticking in their blocks of stone ; and two skeleton journeymen out of the Dance of Death might be grinning in the shadow of their shel- tering sentry-boxes, about to slash away at cutting out the grave- stones of the next two ]:>eople destined to die in Cloisterham. Likely enough, the two think little of that now, being alive, and perhaps merry. Curious, to make a guess at tho two ; — or sa,}' at one of the two ! "Ho! Durdles!" The light moves, and he appears wdth it at the door. He would seem to have been " cleaning himself" with the aid of a bottle, jug, and tumbler ; for no other cleansing instruments are visible in the bare brick room with rafters overhead and no plastered ceiling, into which he shows his visitor. " Are you ready ?" " I am ready, Mister Jarsper. Let the old uns come out if they dare, when we go among their tombs. My spirits is ready for 'em." *' Do you mean animal spirits, or ardent ?" " The one's the t'other," answers Durdles, " and I mean 'em both." He takes a lantern from a hook, puts a match or two in his pocket wherewith to light it, should there be need, and they go out together, dinner-bundle and all. Surely an imaccoun table sort of expedition ! That Durdles himself, who is always prowling among old graves and ruins, like a Ghoule — that he should be stealing forth to climb, and dive, and wander without an object, is nothing extraordinary ; but that the Choir Master or any one else should hold it worth his while to be with him, and to study moonlight efiects in such company, is another aft'air. Surely an unaccountable sort of expedition therefore ! " 'Ware that there mound by the yard-gate. Mister Jarsper." ''I see it. "What is itV" '90 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. " Lime." Mr. Jasper stops, and waits for him to come up, for lie lags beliind. " What you call quick-lime ?" " Ay !" says Durdles ; " quick enough to cat your hoots. With a little handy stirring, quick enough to eat your bones." They go on, presentl}^ passing the red windows of the Travellers' Twopenny, and emerging into the clear moonlight of the Monks' Vineyard. This crossed, they come to Minor Canon Corner : of which the greater part lies in shadow until the moon shall rise higher in the sky. The sound of a closing house-door strikes their ears, and two men come out. These are Mr. Crisparkle and Keville. Jasper, with a strange and sudden smile upon his face, lays the palm of his hand upon the breast of Durdles, stopping him where he stands. At that end of Minor Canon Corner the shadow is profound in the existing state of the light : at that end, too, there is a piece of old dwarf wall, breast high, the only remaining boun- dary of what was once a garden, but is now the thoroughfare. Jasper and Durdles would have turned this wall in another instant ; but, stopping so short, stand behind it. " Those two are only sauntering," Jasper whispers ; " they will go out into the moonlight soon. Let us keep quiet here, or they will detain us, or want to join us, or what not." Durdles nods assent, and falls to munching some fragments from his bundle. Jasper folds his arms upon the top of the wall, and, with his chin resting on them, watches. He takes no note whatever of the Minor Canon, but watches Neville, as though his ■eye were at the trigger of a loaded rifle, and he had covered him, and were going to fire. A sense of destructive power is so expressed in his face, that even Durdles pauses in his munching, and looks at him, with an unmunched something in his cheek. Meanwhile Mr. Crisparkle and Neville walk to and fro, quietly talking together. What they say, cannot be heard consecutively ; but Mr. Jasper has already distinguished his own name more than once. " This is the first day of the week," Mr. Crisparkle can be dis- tinctly heard to observe, as they turn back ; " and the last da}" of the week is Christmas Eve." " You may be certain of me, sir." The echoes were favorable at those points, but as the two approach, the sound of their talking becomes confused again. The word " confidence," shattered by the echoes, but still capable of being, pieced together, is uttered by Mr. Crisparkle. As they draw still nearer, this fragment of a reply is heard: "Not de- served yet, but shall be, sir." As they turn away again, Jasper again hears his own name, in connexion with the words from Mr. Crisparkle : " Remember that I said I answered for you con- fidently." Then the sound of their talk becomes confused again ; they halting for a little while, and some earnest action on the part of Neville succeeding. When they move once more, Mr. Cris- parkle is seen to look up at the sky, and to point before him. A NIGHT WITH DUBDLES. 91 They then slowly disappear ; passing out into the moonlight at the oj)posite end of the Corner. It is not until they are gone, that Mr. Jasper moves. But then he turns to Durdles, and bursts into a fit of laughter. Durdles, who still has that suspended something in his cheek, and who sees nothing to laugh at, stares at him until Mr. Jasper lays his face down on his arms to have his laugh out. Then Durdles holts the something, as if desperately resigning himself to indi- gestion. Among those secluded nooks there is very little stir or move- ment after dark. There is little enough in the high-tide of the ^ay, but there is next to none at night. Besides that the cheerfully frequented High Street lies nearly parallel to the spot (the old Cathedral rising between the two), and is the natural channel in which the Cloisterham traffic flows, a certain awful hush pervades the ancient pile, the cloisters, and the church^^ard, after dark, which not many people care to encounter. Ask the first hundred •citizens of Cloisterham, met at random in the streets at noon, if they believed in Ghosts, they would tell you no ; but put them to choose at night between these eerie Precincts and the thorough- fare of shops, and you would find that ninety-nine declared for the longer round and the more frequented way. The cause of this is not to be found in any local superstition that attaches to the Precincts — albeit a mysterious lady, with a child in her arms and a rope d.angling from her neck, has been seen flitting about there by sundry witnesses as intangible as herself — but it is to be sought in the innate shrinking of dust with the breath of life in it, from dust out of which the breath of life has passed ; also, in the widely diffused, and almost as widely unacknowledged, reflection : " If the dead do, under any circumstances, become visible to the living, these are such likely surroundings for the purpose that I, the living, will get out of them as soon as I can." Hence, when Mr. Jasper and Durdles pause to glance around them, before descending into the crypt by a small side door of which the latter has a ke}^ the whole expanse of moonlight in their view is utterly deserted. One might fancy that the tide of life was stemmed by Mr. Jasper's own Gatehouse. The murmur of the tide is heard beyond ; but no wave passes the archway, over which his lamp burns red behind his curtain, as if the building were a Lighthouse. They enter, locking themselves in, descend the rugged steps, and are down in the Crypt. The lantern is not wanted, for the moonlight strikes in at the groined windows, bare of glass, the broken frames for which cast patterns on the ground. The heavy pillars which support the roof engender masses of black shade, but between them there are lanes of light. Up and down these lanes, they walk, Durdles discoursing of the " old uns " he yet counts on disinterring, and slapping a wall, in which he considers " a whole family on 'em " to be stoned and earthed u-p, just as if he were a familiar friend of the family. The taciturnity of Durdles is for the time overcome by Mr. Jasper's wicker bottle, which circulates freely ; — in the sense, that is to say, that its contents 92 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. enter freely into Mr. Durdles's circulation, while Mr. Jasper only rinses his month once, and casts forth the rinsing. They are to ascend the great Tower. On the steps by which they rise to the Cathedral, Durdles pauses for new store of breath. The steps are very dark, bnt ont of the darkness they can see the lanes of light they have traversed. Dnrdles seats himself npon a step. Mr. Jasper seats himself npon another. The odour from the wicker bottle (which has somehow passed into Durdles's keeping), soon intimates that the cork has been taken out ; but this is not ascertainable through the sense of sight, since neither can descry the other. And yet, in talking, they turn to one another, as> though their faces could commune together. " This is good stuft', Mister Jarsper !" " It is very good stuff, I hope. I bought it on purpose." " They don't show, you see, the old uns don't, Mister Jarsper !" " It would be a more confused world than it is, if they could." "Well, it would lead towards a mixing of things," Durdles acquiesces : pausing on the remark, as if the idea of ghosts had not previously presented itself to him in a merely inconvenient light, domestically, or chronologically. " But do you think there may be Ghosts of other things, though not of men and women ?" " What things ? Flower-beds and watering-pots ? Horses and harness ?" "No. Sounds." * What sounds ?" " Cries." • " What cries do you mean? Chairs to mend?" " No. I mean screeches. Now, I'll tell you, Mister Jarsper. Wait a bit till I put the bottle right." Here the cork is. evidently taken out again, and replaced again. " There ! Noio it's right ! This time last year, only a few days later, I happened to have been doing what was correct by the season, in the way of giving it the Avelcome it had a right to expect, when them town- boys set on me at their worst. At length I gave 'em the slip, and turned in here. And here I fell asleep. And what woke me? The ghost of a cry. The ghost of one terrific shriek, which shriek was followed by the ghost of the howl of a dog : a long dismal woeful howl, such as a dog gives when a person's dead. That was my last Christmas Eve." " What do you mean ?" is the very abrupt, and, one might say, fierce retort. " I mean that I made inquiries everywhere about, and that no living ears but mine heard either that cry or that howl. So I say they was both ghosts ; though why they came to me, I've never made out." " I thought you were another kind of man," says Jasper, scornfully. " So I thought, myself," answers Durdles with his usual com- posure ; " and yet I was picked out for it." Jasper had risen suddenly, when he asked him what he meant, and he now says, " Come ; we shall freeze here ; lead the way." Durdles complies, not over-steadily ; opens the door at the top A NIGHT WITH DURDLES. 93 of the steps with the key he has already used ; and so emerges on the Cathedral level, in a passage at tlie side of the chancel. Here, the moonlight is so very bright again that the colors of the nearest stained-glass window are thrown upon their faces. The appearance of the unconscious Durdles, holding the door open for his companion to follow, as if from the grave, is ghastly enough, with a purple band across his face, and a yellow splash upon his brow ; but he bears the close scrutiny of his companion in an insensible way, although it is prolonged while the latter fumbles among his pockets for a key confided to him that will open an iron gate so to enable them to j)ass to the staircase of the great tower. " That and the bottle are enough for you to carry," he says, giving it to Durdles ; " hand your bundle to me ; I am younger and longer-winded than you." Durdles hesitates for a moment between bundle and bottle; but gives the preference to the bottle as being by far the better company, and consigns the dry weight to his fellow-exjDlorer. Then they go up the winding staircase of the great tower, toilsomely, turning and turning, and lowering their heads to avoid the stairs above, or the rough stone pivot around which they twist. Durdles has lighted his lantern, by drawing from the cold hard wall a spark of that mysterious fire which lurks in everything, and, guided by this speck, they clamber up among the cobwebs and the dust. Their way lies through strange places. Twice or thrice they emerge into level low-arched galleries, whence they can look down into the moonlit nave ; and where Durdles, waving his lantern, shows the dim angels' heads upon the corbels of the roof, seeming to watch their progress. Anon, they turn into narrower and steeper staircases, and the night air begins to blow ujDon them, and the chirp of some startled jackdaw or frightened rook precedes the heavy beating of wings in a confined space, and the beating down of dust and straws uj)on their heads. At last, leavino; their lio-ht behind a stair — for it blows fresh up here — they look down on Cloisterham, fair to see in the moonlight : its ruined habitations and sanctuaries of the dead, at the tower's base : its moss-softened red-tiled roofs and red-brick houses of the living, clustered beyond : its river winding down from the mist on the horizon, as though that were its source, and already heaving with a restless knowledge of its ap- proach towards the sea. Once again, an unaccountable expedition this ! Jasper (always moving softly with no visible reason) contemplates the scene, and especially that stillest part of it which the Cathedral overshadows. But he contemplates Durdles quite as curiously, and Durdles is b}' times conscious of liis watchful ejes. Only by times, ..because Durdles is growing drowsy. As aeronauts lighten the Joad ihey carry, when they wish to rise, similarly Durdles has lightened the wicker bottle in coming up. Snatches of sleep surprise him on his legs, and stop him in his talk. A mild fit of calenture seizes him, in which he deems that the ground, so far below, is on a level with the tower, and would 94 THE MYSTERY OE EDWIN DKOOD. as lief walk off the tower into tHe air as not. Such is his state when they begin to come down. And as aeronauts make them- selves heavier when they wish to descend, similarly Durdles charges himself with more liquid from the wicker bottle, that he may come down the better. The iron gate attained and locked— but not before Durdles has tumbled twice, and cut an eyebrow open once — they descend into the crypt again, with the intent of issuing forth as they entered. But, while returning among those lanes of light, Durdles becomes so very uncertain, both of foot and speech, that he half drops, half throws himself down, by one of the heavy pillars, scarcely less heavy than itself, and indistinctly appeals to his companion for forty winks of a second each. " If you will have it so, or must have it so," replies Jasper,. " I'll not leave you here. Take them, while I walk to and fro." Durdles is asleep at once ; and in his sleep he dreams a dream. It is not much of a dream, considering the vast extent of the domains of dreamland, and their wonderful productions ; it is only remarkable for being unusually restless, and un- usually real. He dreams of lying there, asleep, and yet counting his companion's footsteps as he walks to and fro. He dreams that the footsteps die away into distance of time and of space, and that something touches him, and that something falls from his hand. Then something clinks and gropes about, and he dreams that he is alone for so long a time, that the lanes ot light take new directions as the moon advances in her course. Erom succeeding unconsciousness, he passes into a dream of slow uneasiness from cold ; and painfully awakes to a perception of the lanes of light — really changed, much as he had dreamed— and Jasper walking among them, beating his hands and feet. " Holloa !" Durdles cries out, unmeaningly alarmed. " Awake at last ?" says Jasper, coming up to him. " Do you know that your forties have stretched into thousands ?" " No." " They have though." " What's the time ?" " Hark ! The bells are going in the Tower !" They strike four quarters, and then the great bell strikes. " Two !" cries Durdles, scrambling up ; " why didn't you try to wake me. Mister Jarsper ?" " I did. I might as well have tried to wake the dead : — your own family of dead, up in the corner there." " Did you touch me ?" "Touch you? Yes. Shook you." As Durdles recalls that touching something in his dream, he looks down on the pavement, and sees the key of the crypt door lying close to where he himself lay. " I dropped you, did I ?" he says, picking it up, and recalling that part of his dream. As he gathers himself again into an up- right position, or into a position as nearly upright as he ever main- tains, he is again conscious of being watched by his companion. A NIGHT WITH DURDLES. 95^ " Well ?" • says Jasper, smiling. " Are you quite ready ? Pray don't hurry." '* Let me get my bundle right, Mister Jarsper, and I'm with you." As he ties it afresh, he is once more conscious that he is very narrowly observed. " What do you suspect me of. Mister Jarsper ?" he asks, with drunken displeasure. " Let them as has any suspicions of Durdles, name 'em." ^'I've no suspicions of you, my good Mr. Durdles; but I have suspicions that my bottle was filled with something stiffer than either of us supposed. And I also have suspicions," Jasper adds, taking it from the pavement and turning it bottom upward, " that it's empty." Durdles condescends to laugh at this. Continuing to chuckle, when his laugh is over, as though remonstrant with himself on his drinking powers, he rolls to the door and unlocks it. They both pass out, and Durdles relocks it, and pockets his key. " A thousand thanks for a curious and interesting night," says Jasper, giving him his hand ; " you can make your own way home ?" " I should think so !" answers Durdles. "If you was to ofier Durdles the affront to show him his way home, he wouldn't go home. Durdles wouldn't go home till morning, And then Durdles woiildn't go home, Durdles wouldn't." This, with the utmost defiance. " Good-night, then." " Good-night, Mister Jarsper." Each is turning his own way, when a sharp whistle rends the- silence, and the jargon is yelped out : " Widdy widdy wen ! I — ket — ches — Im — out — ar — ter — ten. Widdy widdy wy ! Then — E — don't — go — then — I — shy — "Widdy Widdy Wake-cock warning !" Instantly afterwards, a rapid fire of stones rattles at the Cathedral wall, and the hideous small boy is beheld opposite, dancing in the moonlight. " What ! Is that baby-devil on the watch there !" cries Jasper in a fury : so quickly roused, and so violent, that he seems an older devil himself. " I shall shed the blood of that Impish wretch ! I know I shall do it !" Eegardless of the fire, though it hits him more than once, he rushes at Deputy, collars him, and tries to bring him across. But Deputy is not to be so easily brought across. With a diabolical insight into the strongest part of his position, he is no sooner taken by the throat than he curls up his legs, forces his assailant to hang him, as it were, and gurgles in his throat, and screws his body, and twists, as already undergoing the first agonies of strangulation. There is nothing for it but to drop him. He instantly gets himself together, backs 96 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIX DROOD. over to Durdles, and cries to his assailant, gnashing the great gap in front of his mouth with rage and malice : " I'll blind yer, s'elp me ! I'll stone yer eyes out, s'elp me ! If I don't have yer eyesight, bellows me !" At the same time ^dodging behind Durdles, and snarling at Jasper, now from this side of him, and now from that : prepared, if pounced upon, to dart away in all manner of curvilinear directions, and, if run down after all, to grovel in the dust, and cry : " Now, hit me when I'm down ! Do It !" " Don't hurt the boy, Mister Jarsper," urges Durdles, shielding him. " Eecollect yourself." " He followed us to-night, when we first came here !" " Yer lie, I didn't !" replies Deputy, in his one form of polite contradiction. " He has been prowling near us ever since !" " Yer lie, I haven't," returns Deputy. " I'd only jist come out for my 'elth when I see you two a coming out of the Kinfreederel. If— "I — ket — clies — Im — out — ar — ter — ten," (with the usual rhythm and dance, though dodging behind Durdles), " it ain't my fault, is it ?" " Take him home, then," retorts Jasper, ferociously, though with a strong check upon himself, " and let my eyes be rid of the sight of you !" Deputy, with another sharp whistle, at once expressing his relief, and his commencement of a milder stoning of Mr. Durdles, begins stoning that respectable gentleman home, as if he were a reluctant ox. Mr. Jasper goes to his Gate House, brooding. And thus, as everything comes to an end, the unaccountable expedition comes to an end — for the time. THE MYSTERY OP EDWIN DROOD. 97 CHAPTEE XIII. BOTH AT THEIR BEST. Miss Twinkleton's establishment was about to undergo a serene linsh. The Christmas recess was at hand. What had once, and at no remote period, been called, even by the erudite Miss Twinkle- ton herself, " the half;" but what was now called, as being more -elegant, and more strictly collegiate ; " the term," would expire to- morrow. A noticeable relaxation of discipline had for some few days pervaded the Nuns' House. Club suppers had occurred in the bedrooms, and a dressed tongue had been carved with a pair of scissors, and handed round with the curling-tongs. Portions of marmalade had likewise been distributed on a service of plates constructed of curlj)a]oer ; and cowslip wine had been quaffed from the small squat measuring glass in which little Rickitts (a Junior of weakly constitution), took her steel drops daily. The housemaids had been bribed with various fragments of riband, and ■sundry pairs of shoes, more or less down at heel, to make no mention of crumbs in the beds ; the airiest costumes had been worn on these festive occasions ; and the daring Miss Ferdinand had even surprised the company with a sprightly solo on the comb-and- curlpaper, until suffocated in her own pillow by two flowing-haired executioners. Nor were these the only tokens of dispersal. Boxes appeared in ihe bedrooms (where they were capital at other times), and a sur- prising amount of packing took place, out of all proportion to the ■amount packed. Largesse, in the form of odds and ends of cold €ream and pomatum, and also of hairpins, was freely distributed -among the attendants. On charges of inviolable secresy, confi- ■dences were interchanged respecting golden youth of England expected to call, " at home," on the first opportunity. Miss Giggles (deficient in sentiment) did indeed profess that she, for her part, acknowledged such homage by making faces at the golden youth ; but this young lady was outvoted by an immense majority. On the last night before a recess, it was always expressly made u point of honor that nobody should go to sleep, and that Ghosts should be encouraged by all possible means. This compact in- variabl}'- broke down, and all the young ladies went to sleep very soon, and got up very early. The concluding ceremony came off at twelve o'clock on the day •of departure ; when Miss Twinkleton, supported by Mrs. Tisher, held a Dra wing-Room in her own apartment (the globes already covered with brown holland), where glasses of white wine, and plates of cut pound-cake were discovered on the table. Miss Twinkleton then said, Ladies, another revolving year had brought us round to that festive period at which the first feelings of our nature bounded in our Miss Twinkleton was annually going to add " bosoms," but annually stopped on the brink of that expression, and substituted " hearts." Hearts ; our hearts. Hem ! Again a revolving year, ladies, had brought us to a pause in our H 98 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. studies — let us hope our greatly advanced studies — and, like the- mariner in Ms bark, the warrior in his tent, the captive in his dungeon, and the traveller in his various conveyances, we yearned for home. Did we say, on such an occasion, in the opening words of Mr. Addison's impressive tragedy : " The dawn is overcast, the mominof lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day ?" Not so. From horizon to zenith all was couleur de rose, for all was redolent of our relations and friends. Might we find them prospering as we expected ; might they find us prospering as thei/ expected ! Ladies, we would now, with our love to one another, wish one another good-bj^e, and happiness, until we met again. And when the time should come for our resumption of those pur- suits which (here a general depression set in all round), pursuits which, pursuits which ; — then let us ever remember what was said by the Spartan General, in words too trite for repetition, at the- battle it were superfluous to specify. The handmaidens of the establishment, in their best caps, then handed the trays, and the young ladies sipped and crumbled, and the bespoken coaches began to choke the street. Then, leave-taking was not long about, and Miss Twinkleton, in saluting each young lady's cheek, confided to her an exceedingly neat letter, addressed to her next friend at law, " with Miss Twinkleton's best compli- ments " in the corner. This missive she handed with an air as if it had not the least connexion with the bill, but were something in the nature of a delicate and joyful surprise. So many times had Eosa seen such dispersals, and so very little did she know of any other Home, that she was contented to remain where she was, and was even better contented than ever before, having her latest friend with her. And yet her latest friendship had a blank place in it of which she could not fail to be sensible. Helena Landless, having been a party to her brother's revelation about Rosa, and having entered into that compact of silence with Mr. Crisparkle, shrank from any allusion to Edwin Brood's name^ Why she so avoided it, was mysterious to Eosa, but she perfectly perceived the fact. But for the fact, she might have relieved her own little perplexed heart of some of its doubts and hesitations, by taking Helena into her confidence. As it was, she had no such vent : she could only ponder on her own difficulties, and wonder more and more why this avoidance of Edwin's name should last, now that she knew — for so much Helena had told her — that a good understanding was to be re-established between the two- young men, when Edwin came down. It would have made a jDretty picture, so many pretty girls kissing Eosa in the cold porch of the Nuns' House, and that sunny little creature peeping out of it (unconscious of sly faces carved on spout and gable peeping at her), and waving farewells to the departing coaches, as if she represented the spirit of rosy youth abiding in the place to keep it bright and warm in its desertion. The hoarse High Street became musical with the cry, in various- BOTH AT THEIR BEST. 99 silvery voices, " Good-bye, Eosebud, Darling !" and the effigy of Mr. Sapsea's father over the opposite doorway, seemed to say to mankind : " Gentlemen, favor me with your attention to this charming little last lot left behind, and bid with a spirit worthy of the occasion !" Then the staid street, so unwontedly sparkling, youthful, and fresh for a few rippling moments, ran dry, and Cloisterham was itself again. If Eosebud in her bower now waited Edwin Drood's coming: with an uneasy heart, Edwin for his part was uneasy too. With far less force of purpose in his composition than the childish beauty, crowned by acclamation fairy queen of Miss Twinkleton's esta- blishment, he had a conscience, and Mr. Grewgious had pricked it. That gentleman's steady convictions of what was right and what was wrong in such a case as his, were neither to be frowned aside, nor laughed aside. They would not be moved. But for the dinner in Staple Inn, and but for the ring he carried in the breast-pocket of his coat, he would have drifted into their Avedding-day without another pause for real thought, loosely trusting that all would go well, left alone. But that serious putting him on his truth to the living and the dead had brought him to a check. He must either give the ring to Eosa, or he must take it back. Once put into this narrowed way of action, it was curious that he began to consider Eosa's claims upon him more unselfishly than he had ever con- sidered them before, and began to be less sure of himself than he had ever been in all his easy-going days. " I will be guided by what she says, and by how we get on," was his decision, walking from the Gate House to the Kuns' House. " Whatever comes of it, I will bear his words in mind, and try to be true to the living and the dead." Eosa was dressed for walking. She expected him. It was a bright frosty day, and Miss Twinkleton had already graciously sanctioned fresh air. Thus they got out together before it became necessary for either Miss Twinkleton, or the Deputy High Priest, Mrs. Tisher, to lay even so much as one of those iisual offerings on the shrine of Propriety. *' My dear Eddy," said Eosa, when they had turned out of the High Street, and had got among the quiet walks in the neighbour- hood of the Cathedral and the river: "I want to say something- very serious to you. I have been thinking about it for a long, long time." " I want to be serious with you too, Eosa dear. I mean to be serious and earnest." " Thank you, Eddy. And you will not think me unkind because I begin, will you ? You will not think I speak for myself only, because I speak first? That would not be generous, would it ? And I know you are generous !" He said, " I hope I am not ungenerous to you, Eosa." He called her Pussy no more. Never again. " And there is no fear," pursued Eosa, " of our quarrelling, is there ? Because, Eddy," clasping her hand on his arm, " we have so much reason to be very lenient to each other !" " We will be, Eosa." H 2 100 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. " That's a dear good boy ! Eddy, let us be courageous. Let us change to brother and sister from this day forth." " Never be husband and wife ?" " Never !" Neither spoke again for a little while. But after that pause he said, with some effort : " Of course I know that this has been in both our minds, Eosa, and of course I am in honor bound to confess freely that it does not originate with you." " No, nor with you, dear," she returned, with pathetic earnest- ness. " It has sprung up between us. You are not truly happy in our engagement ; I am not truly happy in it. 0, I am so s.orry, so sorry !" And there she broke into tears. " I am deeply sorry too, Eosa. Deeply sorry for you." " And I for you, poor boy ! And I for you !" This pure young feeling, this gentle and forbearing feeling of each towards the other, brought with it its reward in a softening light that seemed to shine on their position. The relations between them did not look wilful, or capricious, or a failure, in such a light ; they became elevated into something more self-denying, honorable, aifectionate, and true. " If we knew yesterday," said Eosa, as she dried her eyes, " and we did know yesterday, and on many, many yesterdays, that wo were far from right together in those relations which were not of our own choosing, what better could we do to-day than change them ? It is natural that we should be sorry, and j^ou see how sorry we both are ; but how much better to be sorry now than then !" "When, Eosa?" " When it would be too late. And then we should be angry, besides." Another silence fell upon them. " And you know," said Eosa, innocently, " you couldn't like me then ; and you can always like me now, for I shall not be a drag upon you, or a worry to you. And I can always like you now, and your sister will not tease or trifle with you. I often did when I was not your sister, and I beg your pardon for it." " Don't let us come to that, Eosa ; or I shall want more par- doning than I like to think of." " No, indeed, Eddy ; you are too hard, my generous boy, upon yourself. Let us sit down, brother, on these ruins, and let me tell you how it was with us. I think I know, for I have considered about it very much since you were here, last time. You liked me, didn't you ? You thought I was a nice little thing ?" " Everybody thinks that, Eosa." " Do they ?" She knitted her brow musingly for a moment, and then flashed out with the bright little induction : " Well ; but say they do. Surely it was not enough that you should think of me, only as other people did ; now, was it ?" The point was not to be got over. It was not enough. " And that is just what I mean ; that is just how it was with us," said Eosa. " You liked me very well, and you had grown used to me, and had grown used to the idea of our being married. BOTH AT THEIR BEST. 101 You accepted the situation as an inevitable kind of thing, didn't yon ? It was to be, you thought, and why discuss or dispute it." It was new and strange to him to have himself presented to himself so clearly, in a glass of her holding up. He had always patronized her, in his superiority to her share of woman's wit. Was that but another instance of something radically amiss in the terms on which they had been gliding towards a life-long bondage ? " All this that I say of you, is true of me as well, Eddy. Unless it was, I might not be bold enough to say it. Only, the difference between us was, that by little and little there crept into my mind a habit of thinking about it, instead of dismissing it. My life is not so busy as yours, you see, and I have not so many things to think of. So I thought about it very much, and I cried about it very much too (though that was not your fault, poor boy) ; when all at once my guardian came down, to prepare for m^^ leaving the Nuns' House. I tried to hint to him that I was not quite settled in my mind, but I hesitated and failed, and he didn't understand me. But he is a good, good man. And he put before me so kindly, and yet so strongly, how seriously we ought to consider, in our circumstances, that I resolved to speak to you the next moment we were alone and grave. And if I seemed to come to it easily just now, because I came to it all at once, don't think it was so really, Eddy, for 0, it was very, very hard, and 0, I am very, very sorry !" Her full heart broke into tears again. He put his arm about her waist, and they walked by the river side together. " Your guardian has spoken to me too, Eosa dear. I saw him before I left London." His right hand was in his breast, seeking the ring ; but he checked it as he thought : " If I am to take it back, why should I tell her of it ?" " And that made you more serious about it, didn't it, Eddy ? And if I had not spoken to you, as I have, you would have spoken to me ? I hope you can tell me so ? I don't like it to be all my doing, though it is so much better for us." "Yes, I should have spoken; I should have put everything before you ; I came intending to do it. But I never could have spoken to you as you have spoken to me, Rosa." " Don't say jom mean so coldl}' or unkindly, Eddy, please, if you can help it." " I mean so sensibly and delicately, so wisely and affec- tionately." " That's my dear brother !" She kissed his hand in a little rapture. " The dear girls will be dreadfully disappointed," added Eosa, laughing, with the dew-drops glistening in her bright eyes. " They have looked forward to it so, poor pets !" " Ah ! But I fear it will be a worse disappointment to Jack," said Edwin Drood, with a start. " I never thought of Jack !" Her swift and intent look at him as he said the words, could no more be recalled than a flash of lightning can. But it appeared as though she would have instantly recalled it, if she could ; for she looked down, confused, and breathed quickl}-. 102 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 9" " You don't doubt it's being a blow to Jack, Rosa She merely replied, and that, evasively and hurriedly: Why should she ? She had not thought about it. He seemed, to her, to have so little to do with it. " My dear child ! Can you suppose that any one so wrapped up in another — Mrs. Tope's expression : not mine — as Jack is in me, could fail to be struck all of a heap by such a sudden and complete change in my life ? I say sudden, because it will be sudden to him, you know." She nodded twice or thrice, and her lips parted as if she would have assented. But she uttered no sound, and her breathing was no slower. " How shall I tell Jack !" said Edwin, ruminating. If he had been less occupied with the thought, he must have seen her singular emotion. " I never thought of Jack. It must be broken to him, before the town crier knows it. I dine with the dear fellow to-morrow and next day — Christmas Eve and Christmas Day — but it would never do to spoil his feast days. He always worries about me, and moddley-coddleys in the merest trifles. The news is sure to overset him. How on earth shall this be broken to Jack !" " He must be told, I suppose ?" said Rosa. " My dear Rosa ! Who ought to be in our confidence, if not Jack ?" " My guardian promised to come down, if I should write and ask him. I am going to do so. Would you like to leave it to him ?" " A bright idea !" cried Edwin, " The other trustee. Nothing- more natural. He comes down, he goes to Jack, he relates what we have agreed upon, and he states our case better than we could. He has already spoken feelingly to you, he has already sjDoken feelingly to me, and he'll put the whole thing feelingly to Jack. That's it ! I am not a coward, Rosa, but to tell you a secret, I am a little afraid of Jack." " No, no ! You are not afraid of him ?" cried Rosa, turning white and clasping her hands. "Why, sister Rosa, sister Rosa, what do you see from the turret ?" said Edwin, rallying her. " My dear girl !" " Yoii frightened me." " Most unintentionally, but I am as sorry as if I had meant to do it. Could you possibly suppose for a moment, from any loose way of speaking of mine, that I was literally afraid of the dear fond fellow ? What I mean is, that he is subject to a kind of paroxysm, or fit — I saw him in it once — and I don't know but that so great a surprise, coming upon him direct from me wdiom he is so wrapped up in, might bring it on perhaps. Wliich — and this is the secret I was going to tell jou — is another reason for your guardian's making the communication. He is so steady, precise, and exact, that he will talk Jack's thoughts into shape, in no time : whereas with me Jack is alwaj^s impulsive and hurried, and, I may say, almost womanish." Rosa seemed convinced. Perhaps from her own very different BOTH AT THEIR BEST. 103 poiut of view of " Jack," she felt comforted and protected by the interposition of Mr. Grewgions between herself and him. And now, Edwin Drood's right hand closed again upon the ring in its little case, and again was checked by the consideration : " It is certain, now, that I am to give it back to him ; then why should [ tell her of it ?" That pretty sympathetic nature which could be so sorry for him in the blight of their childish hopes of happiness together, and could so quietly find itself alone in a new world to weave fresh wreaths of such flowers as it might prove to bear, the old world's flowers being withered, would be grieved by those sorrowful jewels ; and to what purpose? Why should it be? They were but a sign of broken joys and baseless projects; in their very beauty, they were (as the unlikeliest of men had said), -almost a cruel satire on the loves, hopes, plans, of humanity, whicn are able to forecast nothing, and are so much brittle dust. Let them be. He would restore them to her guardian when he came ■down ; he in his turn would restore them to the cabinet from which he had unwillingly taken them ; and there, like old letters or old vows, or other records of old aspirations come to nothing, they would be disregarded, until, being valuable, they were sold into circulation again, to repeat their former round. Let them be. Let them lie unspoken of, in his breast. However ■distinctly or indistinctly he entertained these thoughts, he arrived at the conclusion, Let them be. Among the mighty store of wonderful chains that are for ever forging, day and night, in the vast iron-works of time and circumstance, there was one chain forged in the moment of that small conclusion, riveted to the foundations of heaven and earth, and gifted with invincible force to hold and drag. They walked on by the river. They began to speak of their separate plans. He w^ould quicken his departure from England, and she would remain where she was, at least as long as Helena remained. The poor dear girls should have their disappoint- ment broken to them gently, and, as the first preliminary. Miss Tw^inkleton should be confided in by Eosa, even in advance of the reappearance of Mr. Grewgious. It should be made clear in all quarters that she and Edwin were the best of friends. There had never been so serene an understanding between them since they were first affianced. And yet there was one reservation on each side ; on hers, that she intended through her guardian to withdraw herself immediately from the tuition of her music- master ; on his, that he did already entertain some wandering speculations whether it might ever come to pass that he would know more of Miss Landless. The bright frosty day declined as they walked and si3oke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the old city lay red before them, as their walk drew to a close. The moaning water cast its seaweed duskily at their feet, when they turned to leave its margin ; and the rooks hovered above them with hoarse cries, darker splashes in the darkening air. " I will prepare Jack for my flitting soon," said Edwin, in a low voice, " and I will but see your guardian when he comes, and 104 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. then go before they speak together. It will be better done- without my being by. Don't you think so ?" " Yes." " We know we have done right, Eosa ?" "Yes." " We know we are better so, even now ?" " And shall be far, far, better so, by-and-bye." Still, there was that lingering tenderness in their hearts towards- the old positions they were relinquishing, that they prolonged their parting. When they came among the elm trees by the cathedral, where they had last sat together, they stopped, as by consent, and Eosa raised her face to his, as she had never raised it in the old days ; — for they were old already. "' God bless you, dear ! Good-bj^e !" " God bless you, dear ! Good-bye !" They kissed each other, fervently. " Now, please take me home, Eddy, and let me be by myself." " Don't look round, Eosa," he cautioned her, as he drew her arm. through his, and led her away. " Didn't you see Jack ?" "No! Where?" " Under the trees. He saw us, as we took leave of each other.. Poor fellow ! he little thinks we have parted. This will be a blow to him, I am much afraid !" She hurried on, without resting, and hurried on until they had passed under the Gate House into the street ; once there, she asked : " Has he followed us ? You can look without seeming to. Is he behind?" " No. Yes ! he is ! He has just passed out under the gateway. The dear sympathetic old fellow likes to keep us in sight. I am afraid he will be bitterly disappointed !" She pulled hurriedly at the handle of the hoarse old bell, and the gate soon opened. Before going in, she gave him one last wide wondering look, as if she would have asked him with imploring emphasis : " ! don't you understand ?" And out of" that look he vanished from her view. CHAPTEE XIV. WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN ? Christmas Eve in Cloisterham. A few strange faces in the streets; a few other faces, half strange and half familiar, once the faces of Cloisterham children, now the faces of men and women who come back from the outer world at long intervals to find the city wonderfully shrunken in size, as if it had not washed by any means well in the meanwhile. To these, the striking of the cathedral clock, and the cawing of the rooks from the cathedral tower, are like voices of their nursery time. To such as these, it has happened in their dying hours afar off, that they have WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGiVIN ? 105 imagined tlieir cliamber floor to be strewn with ti\e autumnal leaves fallen from the elm trees in the Close : so have the rustling sounds and fresh scents of their earliest impressions, revived, when the circle of their lives was very nearly traced, and the beginning and the end were drawing close together. Seasonable tokens are about. Eed berries shine here and there in the lattices of Minor Canon Corner; Mr. and Mrs. Tope are daintily sticking sprigs of holly into the carvings and sconces of the cathedral stalls, as if they were sticking them into the coat- buttonholes of the Dean and Chapter. Lavish profusion is in the shops : particularly in the articles of currants, raisins, spices, candied peel, and moist sugar. An ^^nusual air of gallantry and dissipation is abroad ; evinced in an immense bunch of mistletoe hanging in the greengrocer's shop doorway, and a poor little Twelfth Cake, culminating in the figure of a Harlequin — such a very poor little Twelfth Cake, that one would rather call it a Twenty Fourth Cake, or a Forty Eighth Cake — to be raffled for at the pastrycook's, terms one shilling per member. Public amuse- ments are not wanting. The "Wax-Work which made so deep an impression on the reflective mind of the Emperor of China is to be seen by particular desire during Christmas Week only, on the pre- mises of the bankrupt livery-stable keeper up the lane ; and a new grand comic Christmas pantomime is to be produced at the Theatre : the latter heralded by the portrait of Signer Jacksonini the clown, saying " How do you do to-morrow ?" quite as large as life, and almost as miserably. In short, Cloisterham is up and doing : though from this description the High School and Miss Twinkle- ton's are to be excluded. From the former establishment, the scholars have gone home, every one of them in love with one of Miss Twinkleton's young ladies (who knows nothing about it) ; and only the handmaidens flutter occasionally in the windows of the latter. It is noticed, by-the-bye, that these damsels become, within the limits of decorum, more skittish when thus entrusted with the concrete representation of their sex, than when dividing the representation with Miss Twinkleton's young ladies. Three are to meet at the Gate House to-night. How does each one of the three get through the day ? Neville Landless, though absolved from his books for the time by Mr. Crisparkle — whose fresh nature is by no means insensible to the charms of a holiday — reads and writes in his quiet room, with a concentrated air, until it is two hours past noon. He then sets himself to clearing his table, to arranging his books, and to tearing up and burning his stray papers. He makes a clean sweep of all untidy accumulations, puts all his drawers in order, and leaves no note or scrap of paper undestroyed, save such memoranda as bear directly on his studies. This done, he turns to his ward- robe, selects a few articles of ordinary wear — among them, change of stout shoes and socks for walking — and packs these in a knapsack. This knapsack is new, and he bought it in the High Street yester- day. He also purchased, at the same time and at the same place, a heavy walking stick : strong in the handle for the grip of the 106 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. hand, and iron-shod. He tries this, swings it, poises it, and lays it by, with the knapsack, on a window-seat. By this time his arrangements are complete. He dresses for going out, and is in the act of going — indeed has left his room, and has met the Minor Canon on the staircase, coming out of his bedroom upon the same story — when he turns back again for his walking-stick, thinking he will carry it now. Mr. Crisparkle, who has paused on the staircase, sees it in his hand on his immediately reappearing, takes it from him, and asks him with a smile how he chooses a stick ? "Eeally I don't know that I understand the subject," he an- swers. " I chose it for its weight." "Much too heavy, Neville; much too heavy." " To rest upon in a long walk, sir?" "Rest upon?" repeats Mr. Crisparkle, throwing himself into pedestrian form. " You don't rest upon it ; you merely balance with it." " I shall know better, with practice, sir. I have not lived in a walking country, you know." " True," says Mr. Crisparkle. " Get into a little training, and we will have a few score miles together. I should leave you nowhere now. Do you come back before dinner ?" " I think not, as we dine early." Mr. Crisparkle gives him a bright nod and a cheerful good-bye : expressing (not without intention), absolute confidence and ease. Neville repairs to the Nuns' House, and requests that Miss Landless may be informed that her brother is there, by appoint- ment. He waits at the gate, not even crossing the threshold ; for he is on his parole not to put himself in Eosa's way. His sister is at least as mindful of the obligation they have taken on themselves, as he can be, and loses not a moment in joining him. They meet affectionately, avoid lingering there, and walk towards the upper inland country. " I am not going to tread upon forbidden ground, Helena," says Neville, when they have walked some distance and are turning ; *' you will understand in another moment that I cannot help referring to — what shall I saj^ — my infatuation." " Had 3^ou not better avoid it, Neville ? You know that I can hear nothing." " You can hear, my dear, what Mr. Crisparkle has heard, and hoard with approval." " Yes ; I can hear so much." " Well, it is this. I am not only unsettled and unhappy myself, but I am conscious of unsettling and interfering with other people. How do I know that, but for my unfortunate presence, you, and — and — the rest of that former part}', our engaging guardian excepted, might be dining cheerfully in Minor Canon Corner to-morrow ? Indeed it probably would be so. I can see too well that I am not high in the old lady's opinion, and it is easy to understand what an irksome clog I must be upon the hospitalities of her orderly house — especially at this time of year — when I must be kept asunder from this person, and there is WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN? 107 such, a reason for my not loeing brouglit into contact with that person, and an unfavorable reputation has preceded me with such ■another person, and so on. I have put this very gently to Mr. Orisparkle, for you know his self-denying ways ; but still I have put it. What I have laid much greater stress upon at tho same time, is, that I am engaged in a miserable struggle with myself, and that a little change and absence may enable me to ■come through it the better. So, the weather being bright and hard, I am going on a walking expedition, and intend taking myself out of everybody's way (my own included, I hope), to- morrow morning." " When to come back ?" " In a fortnight." *' And going quite alone ?" "I am much better without company, even if there were any one but you to bear me company, my dear Helena." " Mr. Crisparkle entirely agrees, you say ?" " Entirely. I am not sure but that at first he was inclined to think it rather a moody scheme, and one that might do a brooding mind harm. But we took a moonlight walk, last Monday night, to talk it over at leisure, and I represented the case to him as it really is. I showed him that I do want to conquer myself, and that, this evening well got over, it is surely better that I should be away from here just now, than here. I could hardly help meeting certain people walking together here, and that could do no good, and is certainly not the way to forget, A fortnight hence, that chance will probably be over, for the time; and when it again arises for the last time, why, I can again go awa3\ Further, I really do feel hopeful of bracing exercise and wholesome fatigue. You know that Mr. Crisparkle allows such things their full weight in the preservation of his own sound mind in his own sound body, and that his just spirit is not likely to maintain one set of natural laws for himself and another for me. He yielded to my view of the matter, when convinced that I was honestly in earnest, and so, with his full consent, I start to-morrow morning. Early enough to be not only out of the streets, but out of hearing of the bells, when the good people go to church." Helena thinks it over, and thinks well of it. Mr. Crisparkle doing so, she would do so ; but she does originally, out of her own mind, think well of it, as a healthy project, denoting a sincere endeavour, and an active attempt at self-correction. She is in- clined to pity him, poor fellow, for going away solitary on the great Christmas festival ; but she feels it much more to the purpose to encourage him. And she does encourage him. He will write to her ? He will write to her every alternate day, and tell her all his adventures. Does he send clothes on, in advance of him ? " My dear Helena, no. Travel like a pilgrim, with wallet and fitaif. My wallet — or my knapsack — is packed, and ready for strapping on ; and here is my staff !" He hands it to her ; she makes the same remark as Mr. 108 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. Crisparkle, that it is very heavy ; and gives it back to him, asking what wood it is ? Iron-wood. Up to this point, he has been extremely cheerful. Perhaps, the having to carry his case with her, and therefore to present it in its brightest aspect, has roused his spirits. Perhaps, the having done so with success, is followed by a revulsion. As the day closes in, and the city lights begin to spring up before them, he grows depressed. " I wish I were not going to this dinner, Helena." " Dear Neville, is it worth while to care much about it ? Think how soon it will be over." " How soon it will be over," he repeats, gloomily. " Yes. But I don't like it." There may be a moment's awkwardness, she cheeringly represents to him, but it can only last a moment. He is quite sure of himself. " I wish I felt as sure of everything else, as I feel of myself," he answers her. " How strangel}'" you speak, dear ! What do you mean ?" "Helena, I don't know. I only know that I don't like it. What a strange dead weight there is in the air !" She calls his attention to those copperous clouds bej^ond the river, and says that the wind is rising. He scarcely speaks again, until he takes leave of her, at the gate of the Nuns' House. She does not immediately enter, when they have parted, but remains looking after him along the street. Twice, he j^asses the Gate House, reluctant to enter. At length, the cathedral clock chiming one quarter, with a rapid turn he hurries in. And so he goes up the postern stair. Edwin Drood passes a solitary day. Something of deeper moment than he had thought, has gone out of his life ; and in the silence of his own chamber he wept for it last night. Though the image of Miss Landless still hovers in the background of his mind, the pretty little affectionate creature, so much firmer and wiser than he had supposed, occupies its stronghold. It is with some misgiving of his own un worthiness that he thinks of her, and of what they might have been to one another, if he had been more in earnest some time ago ; if he had set a higher value on her ; if, instead of accepting his lot in life as an inheritance of course, he had studied the right way to its appreciation and enhancement. And still, for all this, and though there is a sharp heartache in all this, the vanity and caprice of youth sustain that handsome figure of Miss Landless in the background of his mind. That was a curious look of Rosa's when they parted at the gate. Did it mean that she saw below the surface of his thoughts, and down into their twilight depths ? Scarcely that, for it was a look of astonished and keen inquiry. He decides that he cannot under- stand it, though it was remarkably expressive. As he only waits for Mr. Grewgious now, and will depart immediately after having seen him, he takes a sauntering leave of the ancient city and its neighbourhood. He recalls the time when TVHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN ? 109 J?osa and lie walked here or there, mere children, full of the dignity of being engaged. Poor children ! he thinks, with a pitying sadness. Finding that his watch has stopped, he turns into the jeweller's shop, to have it wound and set. The jeweller is knowing on the subject of a bracelet, which he begs leave to submit, in a general and quite aimless way. It would suit (he considers) a young- bride, to perfection ; especially if of a rather diminutive style of beauty. Finding the bracelet but coldly looked at, the jeweller invites attention to a tray of rings for gentlemen ; here is a style •of ring, now, he remarks — a very chaste signet — which gentlemen are much given to purchasing, when changing their condition. A ring of a very responsible appearance. With the date of their wedding-day engraved inside, several gentlemen have preferred it to any other kind of memento. The rings are as coldly viewed as the bracelet. Edwin tells the tempter that he wears no jew^ellery but his watch and chain, which were his father's ; and his shirt-pin. " That I was aware of," is the jeweller's reply, " for Mr. Jasper dropped in for a watch-glass the other day, and, in fact, I showed these articles to him, remarking that if he should wish to make a present to a gentleman relative, on any particular occasion — But he said with a smile that he had an inventory in his mind of all the jewellery his gentleman relative ever wore ; namely, his watch and chain, and his shirt-pin. Still (the jeweller considers) that might not apply to all times, though applying to the present time. " Twenty minutes past two, Mr. Drood, I set your watch at. Let me recommend jou not to let it run down, sir." Edwin takes his watch, puts it on, and goes out, thinking : " Dear old Jack ! If I were to make an extra crease in my neck- cloth, he would think it worth noticing !" He strolls about and about, to pass the time until the dinner hour. It somehow happens that Cloisterham seems reproachful to him to-day ; has fault to find with him, as if he had not used it well ; but is far more pensive with him than angry. His wonted carelessness is replaced by a wistful looking at, and dwelling upon, all the old landmarks. He will soon be far away, and may never see them again, he thinks. Poor youth ! Poor j'outh ! As dusk draws on, he paces the Monks' Vineyard. He has walked to and fro, full half an hour by the cathedral chimes, and it has closed in dark, before he becomes quite aware of a woman crouching on the ground near a wicket gate in a corner. The gate commands a cross bj^e-path, little used in the gloaming ; and the figure must have been there all the time, though he has but gradually and lately made it out. He strikes into that path, and walks up to the wicket. By the light of a lamp near it, he sees that the woman is of a haggard appearance, and that her weazen chin is resting on her hands, and that her eyes are staring — with an unwinking, blind sort of sted- fastness — before her. Always kindly, but moved to be unusually kind this evening, and having bestowed kind words on most of the children and aged 110 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. people lie has met, he at once bends down, and speaks to this- woman. " Are you ill ?" " No, deary," she answers, without looking at him, and with no- departure from her strange blind stare. " Are you blind ?" " No, deary." " Are you lost, homeless, faint ? What is the matter, that you stay here in the cold so long, without moving ?" By slow and stiff efforts, she appears to contract her vision until it can rest upon him ; and then a curious film passes over her, and she begins to shake. He straitens himself, recoils a step, and looks down at her in a dread amazement ; for he seems to know her. " Good Heaven !" he thinks, next moment. " Like Jack that night !" As he looks down at her, she looks up at him, and whimpers : " My lungs is weakly ; my lungs is dreffle bad. Poor me, poor me, my cough is rattling dry !" And coughs in confirmation^ horribly. " Where do you come from ?" " Come from London, deary." (Her cough still rending her.) " Where are you going to ?" *' Back to London, deary. I came here, looking for a needle in a haystack, and I ain't found it. Look'ee, deary ; give me three and sixpence, and don't you be afeard for me. I'll get back to London then, and trouble no one. I'm in a business. — Ah, me ! It's slack, it's slack, and times is very bad ! — but I can make a shift to live by it." " Do you eat opium?" " Smokes it," she replies with difficulty, still racked by her cough. " Give me three and sixpence, and I'll lay it out well, and get back. If you don't give me three and sixpence, don't give m© a brass farden. And if you do give me three and sixpence, deary, I'll tell you something." He counts the money from his pocket, and puts it in her hand. She instantly clutches it tight, and rises to her feet with a croaking laugh of satisfaction. " Bless ye ! Harkee, dear genl'mn. What's your Chris'en name ?" " Edwin." " Edwin, Edwin, Edwin," she repeats, trailing off into a drowsy repetition of the word; and then asks suddenly : "Is the short of that name, Eddy ?" " It is sometimes called so," he replies, with the color starting to his face. " Don't sweethearts call it so ?" she asks, pondering. " How should I know !" *' Haven't you a sweetheart, upon your soul ?" *' None." She is moving away with, another " Bless ye, and thank'ee, deary !" when he adds : " You were to tell me something ; you may as well do so." WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN? Ill " So I was, SO I was. Well, then. Whisper. Yoii be thankful that yonr name ain't Ned." He looks at her, quite steadily, as he asks : " Why ?'* "Because it's a bad name to have just now." " How a bad name ?" " A threatened name. A dangerous name." *' The proverb says that threatened men live long," he tells her, lightly. " Then Ked — so threatened is he, wherever he may be while I am a talking to you, deary — should live to all eternity !" replies the woman. She has leaned forward, to say it in his ear, with her forefinger shaking before his eyes, and now huddles herself together, and with another " Bless ye, and thank'ee !" goes away in the direction of the Travellers' Lodging House. This is not an inspiriting close to a dull day. Alone, in a sequestered place, surrounded by vestiges of old time and decay, it rather has a tendency to call a shudder into being. He makes for the better lighted streets, and resolves as he walks on to say nothing of this to-night, but to mention it to Jack (who alone calls him Ked), as an odd coincidence, to-morrow ; of course only as a coincidence, and not as anything better worth re- membering. Still, it holds to him, as many things much better worth remem- bering never did. He has another mile or so, to linger out before the dinner-hour ; and, when he walks over the bridge and by the river, the woman's words are in the rising wind, in the angry sky, in the troubled water, in the flickering lights. There is some solemn echo of them, even in the cathedral chime, which strikes a sudden surprise to his heart as he turns in under the archway of the Gate House. And so he goes up the postern stair. John Jasper passes a more agreeable and cheerful day than either of his guests. Having no music-lessons to give in th& holiday season, his time is his own, but for the cathedral services. He is early among the shopkeepers, ordering little table luxuries that his nephew likes. His nephew will not be with him long, he tells his provision-dealers, and so must be petted and made much of. While out on his hospitable pre- parations, he looks in on Mr. Sapsea ; and mentions that dear Ned, and that inflammable young spark of Mr. Crisparkle's, are to dine at the Gate House to-day, and make up their difference. Mr. Sapsea is by no means friendly towards the inflammable- young sj)ark. He says that his complexion is " Un-English." And when Mr. Sapsea has once declared anything to be Un- English, he considers that thing everlastingly sunk in the bottom- less pit. John Jasper is truly sorry to hear Mr. Sapsea speak thus, for he knows right well that Mr. Sapsea never speaks without a meaning, and that he has a subtle trick of being right. I\Ir. Sapsea (by a very remarkable coincidence) is of exactly that opinion. 112 THE MYSTEllY OF EDWIN DROOD. Mr. Jasper is in beautiful voice this day. In the pathetic sup- plication to have his heart inclined to keep this law, he quite astonishes his fellows by his melodious power. He has never sung difficult music with such skill and harmony, as in this day's Anthem. His nervous temperament is occasionally prone to take difficult music a little too quickly ; to-day, his time is perfect. These results are probably attained through a grand composure of the spirits. The mere mechanism of his throat is a little tender, for he wears, both with his singing-robe and with his ordinary dress, a large black scarf of strong close-woven silk, slung loosely round his neck. But his composure is so noticeable, that Mr. Cris- parkle speaks of it as they come out from VesjDers. " I must thank you, Jasper, for the pleasure with which I have heard you to-day. Beautiful ! Delightful ! You could not have so outdone yourself, I hope, without being wonderfully well." " I am wonderfully well." "Nothing unequal," says the Minor Canon, with a smooth motion of his hand : " nothing unsteady, nothing forced, nothing avoided ; all thoroughly done in a masterly manner, with perfect «elf-command." " Thank you. I hope so, if it is not too much to say." " One would think, Jasper, you had been trying a new medicine for that occasional indisposition of yours." " No, really ? That's well observed ; for I have." " Then stick to it, my good fellow," says Mr. Crisparkle, clapping him on the shoulder with friendly encouragement, " stick to it." "I will." " I congratulate jou" Mr. Crisparkle pursues, as they come out of the cathedral, " on all accounts." " Thank you again. I wall walk round to the Corner with you, if you don't object ; I have plenty of time before my company come ; and I want to say a word to you, which I think you will not be displeased to hear." " What is it ?" " Well, We were speaking, the other evening, of my black humours." Mr. Crisparkle's face falls, and he shakes his head deploringly. " I said, you know, that 1 should make you an antidote to those black humours ; and you said you hoped I would consign them to the flames." " And I still hope so, Jasper." " With the best reason in the world ! I mean to burn this year's Diary at the year's end." "Because you ?" Mr. Crisparkle brightens greatly as he thus begins. " You anticipate me. Because I feel that I have been out of sorts, gloomy, bilious, brain-oppressed, whatever it may be. You said I had been exaggerative. So I have." Mr. Crisparkle's brightened face brightens still more. " I couldn't see it then, because I was out of sorts ; but I am in a healthier state now, and I acknowledge it with genuine pleasure. I made a great deal of a very little ; that's the fact." AVHEN SHALL THESE THIiEE MEET AGAIN ? 113 *' It does me good," cries Mr. Crisparkle, " to hear you say it !" " A man leading a monotonous life," Jasper proceeds, " and getting liis nerves, or his stomach, out of order, dwells upon an idea until it loses its proportions. That was my case with the idea in question. So I shall burn the evidence of my case, when the book is full, and begin the next volume with a clearer vision." " This is better," says Mr. Crisparkle, stopping at the steps of his own door to shake hands, "than I could have hoped !" " Why, naturally," returns Jasper. " You had but little reason to hope that I should become more like yourself. You are always training yourself to be, mind and body, as clear as crystal, and you always are, and never change ; whereas, I am a muddy, soli- tary, moping weed. However, I have got over that mope. Shall I wait, while jou ask if Mr. Keville has left for my place ? If not, he and I may walk round together." " I think," says Mr. Crisparkle, opening the entrance door with his key, " that he left some time ago ; at least I know he left, and I think he has not come back. But I'll enquire. You won't come in ?" " My comj^any wait," says Jasper, with a smile. The Minor Canon disappears, and in a few moments returns. As he thought, Mr. Keville has not come back ; indeed, as he remembers now, Mr. Neville said he would probably go straight to the Gate House. "Bad manners in a host!" says Jasper. "My company will be there before me ! What will you bet that I don't find my company embracing ?" " I will bet — or I would, if I ever did bet," returns Mr. Cris- parkle, "that your company will have a gay entertainer this evening." Jasper nods, and laughs Good Xight ! He retraces his steps to the cathedral door, and turns dowTi past it to the Gate House. He sings, in a low voice and with delicate expression, as he walks along. It still seems as if a false note were not within his power to-night, and as if nothing could hurry or retard him. Arriving thus, under the arched entrance of his dwelling, he pauses for an instant in the shelter to jduII off that great black scarf, and hang it in a loop upon his arm. For that brief time, his face is knitted and stern. But it immediately clears, as he resumes his singing, and his way. And so he goes up the postern stair. The red light burns steadily all the evening in the lighthouse on the margin of the tide of bus}' life. Softened sounds and hum of traffic pass it and flow on irregularly into the lonely Precincts ; but very little else goes by, save violent rushes of wind. It comes on to blow a boisterous gale. The Precincts are never particularly well lighted; but the strong blasts of wind blowing out many of the lamps (in some instances shattering the frames too, and bringing the glass rattling to the ground J, they are unusually dark to night. The darkness is augmented and confused, by flying dust from the earth, dry I 114 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. twigs from the trees, and great ragged fragments from tlie rooks' nests Tip in the tower. The trees themselves so toss and creak, as this tangible part of the darkness madly whirls about, that they seem in peril of being torn out of the earth : while ever and again a crack, and a rushing fall, denote that some large branch has yielded to the storm. No such power of wind has blown for many a winter-night. Chimneys topple in the streets, and people hold to posts and corners, and to one another, to keep themselves upon their feet. The violent rushes abate not, but increase in frequency and fury until at midnight, when the streets are empty, the storm goes thundering along them, rattling at all the latches, and tearing at all the shutters, as if warning the people to get up and fly with it, rather than have the roofs brought down upon their brains. Still, the red light burns steadily. Nothing is steady but the red light. All through the night, the wind blows, and abates not. But early in the morning when there is barely enough light in the east to dim the stars, it begins to lull. From that time, with occasional wild charges, like a wounded monster dying, it drops and sinks ; and at full daylight it is dead. It is then seen that the hands of the cathedral clock are torn oif ; that lead from the roof has been stripped away, rolled up, and blown into the Close ; and that some stones have been displaced upon the summit of the great tower. Christmas morning though it be, it is necessary to send up workmen, to ascertain the extent of the damage done. These, led by Durdles, go aloft ; while Mr. Tope and a crowd of early idlers gather down in Minor Canon Corner, shading their eyes and watching for their appearance up there. This cluster is suddenly broken and put aside by the hands of Mr. Jasper ; all the gazing eyes are brought down to the earth by his loudly enquiring of Mr. Crisparkle, at an open window : " Where is my nephew ?" " He has not been here. Is he not with you ?" '' No. He went down to the river last night, with Mr. Neville, to look at the storm, and has not been back. Call Mr. Neville !" " He left this morning, early." " Left this morning, early ? Let me in, let me in !" There is no more looking up at the tower, now. All the assem- bled eyes are turned on Mr. Jasper, white, half-dressed, panting, and clinging to the rail before the Minor Canon's house. CHAPTEE XV. IMPEACHED. Neville Landless had started so early and walked at so good a pace, that when the church bells began to ring in Cloisterham for morning service, he was eight miles away. As he wanted IMPEACHED. 115 ihis breakfast by that time, having set forth on a crust of bread, he stopped at the next roadside tavern to refresh. Visitors in want of breakfast — unless they were horses or cattle, for which class of guests there was preparation enough in the way of water-trough and hay — were so unusual at the sign of The Tilted Wagon, that it took a long time to get the wagon into the track of tea and toast and bacon. Neville, in the interval, sitting in a sanded parlor, wondering in how long a time after he had gone, the sneez}^ fire of damp fagots would begin to make some- body else warm. Indeed, The Tilted Wagon, as a cool establishment on the top of a hill, where the ground before the door was puddled with damp hoofs and trodden straw ; where a scolding landlady slapped a moist baby (with one red sock on and one wanting), in the bar ; ■where the cheese was cast aground upon a shelf, in company with a mouldy tablecloth and a green- handled knife, in a sort of cast- iron canoe ; where the pale-faced bread shed tears of crumb over its shipwreck in another canoe ; where the family linen, half washed and half dried, led a public life of lying about ; where everything to drink was drunk out of mugs, and everything else was suggestive of a rhyme to mugs ; The Tilted Wagon, all these things considered, hardly kept its painted promise of providing good entertainment fjr Man and Beast. However, Man, in the present case, was not critical, but took what entertainment he could get, and went on again after a longer rest than he needed. He stopped at some quarter of a mile from the house, hesitating whether to pursue the road, or to follow a cart-track between two high hedgerows, which led across the slope of a breezy heath, and evidently struck into the road again bj^-and-bye. He decided in favor of this latter track, and pursued it with some toil ; the rise being steep, and the way worn into deep ruts. He was labouring along, when he became aware of some other pedestrians behind him. As they were coming up at a faster pace than his, he stood aside, against one of the high banks, to let them pass. But their manner was very curious. Only four of them passed. Other four slackened speed, and loitered as intending to follow him when he should go on. The remainder of the party (half a dozen perhaps), turned, and went back at a great rate. He looked at the four behind him, and he looked at the four before him. They all returned his look. He resumed his way. The four in advance went on, constantly looking back ; the four in the rear came closing up. When they all ranged out from the narrow track npon the open slope of the heath, and this order was maintained, let him diverge as he would to either side, there was no longer room to doubt that he was beset by these fellows. He stopped, as a last test; and they all stopped. " Why do you attend upon me in this way ?" he asked the whole body. "Are you a pack of thieves?" " Don't answer him," said one of the number ; he did not see which. " Better be quiet." " Better be quiet ?" repeated Neville. " Who said so ?" I 2 116 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DKOOD. Nobody replied. " It's good advice, whichever of you skulkers gave it," he went on angrily. " I will not submit to be penned in between four men there, and four men there. I wish to pass, and I mean to pass, those four in front," The}^ were all standing still : himself included. " If eight men, or four men, or two men, set upon one," he proceeded, growing more enraged, " the one has no chance but to set his mark uj)on some of them. And by the Lord I'll do it, if I am interrupted any further !" Shouldering his heavy stick, and quickening his pace, he shot on to pass the four ahead. The largest and strongest man of the number changed swiftly to the side on which he came up, and dexterously closed with him and went down with him ; but not before the heavy stick had descended smartly. " Let him be !" said this man in a suppressed voice, as they struggled together on the grass. " Fair play ! His is the build of a girl to mine, and he's got a weight strapped to his back besides. Let him alone. I'll manage him." After a little rolling about, in a close scuffle which caused the faces of both to be besmeared with blood, the man took his knee from Neville's chest, and rose, saying : " There ! Now take him arm-in-arm, any two of you !" It was immediately done. " As to our being a pack of thieves, Mr. Landless," said the man, as he spat out some blood, and wiped more from his face : "you know better than that, at midday. We wouldn't have touched you, if you hadn't forced us. We're going to take 3'ou round to the high road, anyhow, and you'll find help enough against thieves there, if you want it. Wipe his face somebody ; see how it's a-trickling down him!" When his face was cleansed, Neville recognized in the speaker, Joe, driver of the Cloisterham omnibus, whom he had seen but once, and that on the day of his arrival. " And what I recommend you for the present, is, don't talk, Mr. Landless. You'll find a friend waiting for you, at the high road — gone ahead by the other way when we split into two parties — and you had much better say nothing till you come up with him. Bring that stick along, somebody else, and let's be moving !" Utterly bewildered, Neville stared around him and said not a word. Walking between his two conductors, who held his arms; in theirs, he went on, as in a dream, until they came again into the high road, and into the midst of a little group of people. The men who had turned back, were among the group ; and its central figures were Mr. Jasper and Mr. Crisparkle. Neville's conductors, took him up to the Minor Canon, and there released him, as an act of deference to that gentleman. *' What is all this, sir ? What is the matter ? I feel as if I had lost my senses!" cried Neville, the group closing in around him. "Where is my nephew?" asked Mr, Jasper, wildly. " Where is your nephew?" repeated Neville. " Why do you ask me?" IMPEACHED. 117 *' I ask you," retorted Jasper, " because you were the last person in his company, and he is not to be found." " Not to be found !" cried Neville, aghast. *' Stay, stay," said Mr. Crisparkle. " Permit nie, Jasper. Mr. Xeville, you are confounded ; collect your thoughts ; it is of great importance that you should collect your thoughts ; attend to me." " I will try, sir, but I seem mad." " You left Mr. Jasper's last night, with Edwin Drood ?" *' Yes." " At what hour ?" " Was it at twelve o'clock?" asked Neville, with his hand to his confused head, and appealing to Jasper. " Quite right," said Mr. Crisparkle ; " the hour Mr. Jasper has already named to me. You went down to the river together ?" " Undoubtedly. To see the action of the wind there." " What followed ? How long did you stay there ?" " About ten minutes ; I should say not more. We then walked together to your house, and he took leave of me at the door." " Did he say that he was going down to the river again ?" "No. He said that he was going straight back," The bystanders looked at one another, and at Mr. Crisparkle. To whom, Mr. Jasper, who had been intensely watching Neville, said : in a low distinct suspicious voice : " What are those stains upon his dress ?" All eyes were turned towards the blood upon his clothes. " And here are the same stains upon this stick !" said Jasper, taking it from the hand of the man who held it. "I know the stick to be his, and he carried it last night. What does this mean .-' " In the name of God, say wdiat it means, Neville !" urged Mr. CrisjDarkle. " That man and I," said Neville, pointing out his late adversary, " had a struggle for the stick just now, and you may see the same marks on him, sir. What was I to suppose, when I found myself molested by eight people ? Could I dream of the true reason when they would give me none at all ?" They admitted that they had thought it discreet to be silent, and that the struggle had taken place. And yet the very men who had seen it, looked darkly at the smears which the bright cold air had already dried. *' We must return, Neville," said Mr. Crisparkle ; " of course you will be glad to come back to clear yourself?" " Of course, sir." " Mr. Landless will walk at my side," the Minor Canon con- tinued, looking around him. " Come, Neville !" They set forth on the walk back ; and the others, with one exception, straggled after them at various distances. Jasper walked on the other side of Neville, and never quitted that position. He was silent, while Mr. Crisparkle more than once repeated his former questions, and while Neville repeated his former answers ; also, while they both hazarded some explanatory conjectures. He was obstinately silent, because Mr. Crisparkle's 118 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. manner directly appealed to iiim to take some part in the dis- cussion, and no appeal would move his fixed face. When they drew near to the city, and it was suggested by the Minor Canon that they might do well in calling on the Mayor at once, he assented with a stern nod ; but he spake no word until they stood in Mr. Sapsea's parlor. Mr. Sapsea being informed by Mr. Crisparkle of the circum- stances under which they desired to make a voluntary statement before him, Mr. Jasper broke silence by declaring that he placed his whole reliance, humanly speaking, on Mr, Sapsea's penetration. There was no conceivable reason why his nephew should have suddenly absconded, unless Mr. Sapsea could suggest one, and then he would defer. There was no intelligible likelihood of his having returned to the river, and been accidentally drowned in the dark, unless it should appear likely to Mr. Sapsea, and then again he would defer. He washed his hands as clean as he could, of all horrible suspicions, unless it should appear to Mr. Sapsea that some such were inseparable from his last companion before his disappearance (not on good terms with previously), and then, once more, he would defer. His own state of mind, he being distracted with doubts, and labouring under dismal appre- hensions, was not to be safety trusted ; but Mr. Sapsea's was. Mr. Sapsea expressed his opinion that the case had a dark look ;. in short (and here his eyes rested full on Neville's countenance),, an Un-English complexion. Having made this grand point, he wandered into a denser haze and maze of nonsense than even a mayor might have been expected to disport himself in, and came out of it with the brilliant discovery that to take the life of a fellow-creature was to take something that didn't belong to you. He wavered whether or no he should at once issue his warrant for the committal of Neville Landless to jail, under circumstances of grave suspicion ; and he might have gone so far as to do it but for the indignant protest of the Minor Canon : who undertook for the young man's remaining in his own house, and being produced by his own hands, whenever demanded. Mr. Jasper then understood Mr. Sapsea to suggest that the river should be dragged, that its banks should be rigidly examined, that particulars of the dis- appearance should be sent to all outlying places and to London, and that placards and advertisements should be widely circu- lated imploring Edwin Drood, if for any unknown reason ho had withdrawn himself from his uncle's home and society, to take pity on that loving kinsman's sore bereavement and distress, and somehow inform him that he was yet alive. Mr. Sapsea was perfectly understood, for this was exactly his meaning (though he had said nothing about it) ; and measures were taken towards all these ends immediately. It would be difficult to determine which was the more oppressed with horror and amazement : Neville Landless, or John Jasper. But that Jasper's position forced him to be active, while Neville's forced him to be passive, there would have been nothing to choose between them. Each was bowed down and broken. With the earliest light of the next morning, men were at work IMPEACHED. 119 upon the river, and other men — most of whom volunteered for the service — were examining the banks. All the livelong day, the search went on ; upon the river, with barge and pole, and drag and net ; upon the muddy and rushy shore, with jack-boot, hatchet, spade, rope, dogs, and all imaginable appliances. Even at night, the river was sjoecked with lanterns, and lurid with fires ; far-off creeks, into Avhich the tide washed as it changed, had their knots of watchers, listening to the lapf)ing of the stream, and looking out for any burden it might bear ; remote shingly causeways near the sea, and lonely points off which there was a race of water, had their unwonted flaring cressets and rough-coated figures when the next day dawned ; but no trace of Edwin Drood revisited the light of the sun. All that day, again, the search went on. Now, in barge and boat ; and now ashore among the osiers, or tramjung amidst mud and stakes and jagged stones in low-lying places, where solitary watermarks and signals of strange shapes showed like spectres, John Jasper worked and toiled. But to no purpose ; for still no trace of Edwin Drood revisited the light of the sun. Setting his watches for that night again, so that vigilant eyes should be kept on every change of tide, he went home exhausted. Unkempt and disordered, bedaubed with mud that had dried upon him, and with much of his clothing torn to rags, he had but just dropped into his easy chair, when Mr. Grewgious stood before him. " This is strange news," said Mr. Grewgious. " Strange and fearful news." Jasper had merely lifted up his heavy eyes to say it, and now dropped them again as he drooped, worn out, over one side of his easy chair. Mr. Grewgious smoothed his head and face, and stood looking at the fire. " How is your ward ?" asked Jasper, after a time, in a faint, fatigued voice. " Poor little thing ! You may imagine her condition." *' Have you seen his sister ?" enquired Jasper, as before. "Whose?" The curtness of the counter-question, and the cool slow manner in which, as he put it, Mr. Grewgious moved his ejes from the fire to his companion's face, might at any other time have been exasperating. In his depression and exhaustion, Jasper merely opened his eyes to say : " The suspected young man's." " Do you suspect him ?" a^ked Mr. Grewgious. *' I don't know what to think. I cannot make up my mind." " Nor I," said Mr. Grewgious. " But as you spoke of him as the suspected young man, I thought you Jiad made up your mind. — I have just left Miss Landless." *' What is her state ?" *' Defiance of all suspicion, and unbounded faith in her brother." " Poor thing !" *' However," pursued Mr. Grewgious, " it is not of her that I came to speak. It is of my ward. I have a communication to make that will surprise you. At least, it has surprised me." 120 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. Jasper, with, a groaning sigh, turned wearily in his chair. " Shall I put it off till to-morrow ?" said Mr. Grewgious. " Mind ! I warn you, that I think it will surprise you !" More attention and concentration came into John Jasper's eyes as they caught sight of Mr. Grewgious smoothing his head again, and again looking at the fire ; but now, with a compressed and determined mouth. " What is it ?" demanded Jasper, becoming upright in his chair. " To be sure," said Mr. Grewgious, provokingly slowly and internally, as he kept his eyes on the fire : "I might have known it sooner ; she gave me the opening ; but I am such an ex- ceedingly Angular man, that it never occurred to me ; I took all for granted." " What is it ?" demanded Jasper, once more. Mr. Grewgious, alternately opening and shutting the palms of his hands as he warmed them at the fire, and looking fixedly at him sideways, and never changing either his action or his look in all that followed, went on to reply. " This young couple, the lost youth and Miss Eosa, my ward, though so long betrothed, and so long recognizing their betrothal, and so near being married " Mr. Grewgious saw a staring white face, and two quivering white lips, in the easy chair, and saw two muddy hands gripping i ts sides. But for the hands, he might have thought he had never seen the face. " — This young couple came gradually to the discovery, (made on both sides pretty equally, I think), that they would be happier and better, both in their present and their future lives, as affec- tionate friends, or say rather as brother and sister, than as husband and wife." Mr. Grewgious saw a lead-coloured face in the easy chair, and on its surface dreadful starting drops or bubbles, as if of steel. " This young couple formed at length the healthy resolution of interchanging their discoveries, openly, sensibly, and tenderly. They met for that purpose. After some innocent and generous talk, they agreed to dissolve their existing, and their intended, relations, for ever and ever." Mr. Grewgious saw a ghastly figure rise, open-mouthed, from the easy chair, and lift its outspread hands towards its head. "One of this young couple, and that one your nephew, fearful, however, that in the tenderness of your affection for him you would be bitterly disappointed by so wide a departure from his projected life, forbore to tell you the secret, for a few days, and left it to be disclosed by me, when I should come down to speak to you, and he would be gone. I speak to you, and he is gone." Mr. Grewgious saw the ghastly figure throw back its head, clutch its hair with its hands, and turn with a Avrithing action from him. " I have now said all I have to say : except that this young o t— ( u I— ( l:^ CO CO <^ O O w o DEVOTED. 121 couple parted, firmly, tliougli not without tears and sorrow, on the evening when you last saw them together." Mr. Grewgious heard a terrible shriek, and saw no ghastly figure, sitting or standing ; saw nothing but a heap of torn and miry clothes upon the floor. Not changing his action even then, he opened and shut the palms of his hands as he warmed them, and looked down at it. CHAPTEE XVI. DEVOTED. Whex John Jasper recovered from his fit or swoon, he found himself being tended by Mr. and Mrs. Tope, whom his visitor had summoned for the purpose. His visitor, wooden of aspect, sat stiffly in a chair, with his hands upon his knees, watching his recovery. " There ! You've come to, nicely now, sir," said the tearful Mrs. Tope ; " jon were thoroughly worn out, and no wonder !" " A man," said Mr. Grewgious, with his usual air of repeating a lesson, " cannot have his rest broken, and his mind cruelly tor- mented, and his body overtaxed by fatigue, without being thoroughly worn out." " I fear I have alarmed you ?" Jasper apologized faintly, when he was helped into his easy chair. " Not at all, I thank you," answered Mr. Grewgious. " You are too considerate." " Not at all, I thank you," answered Mr. Grewgious again. " You must take some wine, sir," said Mrs. Tope, " and the jelly that I had ready for you, and that you wouldn't put your lips to at noon, though I warned you what would come of it, you know, and you not breakfasted ; and you must have a wing of the roast fowl that has been put back twenty times if it's been put back once. It shall all be on table in five minutes, and this good gentleman belike will stop and see you take it." This good gentleman replied with a snort, which might mean yes, or no, or anything, or nothing, and Avhich Mrs. Tope would have found highly mystifying, but that her attention was divided by the service of the table. " You will take something with me?" said Jasper, as the cloth was laid. " I couldn't get a morsel down mj^ throat, I thank you," answered Mr. Grewgious. Jasper both ate and drank almost voraciously. Combined with the hurry in his mode of doing it, was an evident indifference to the taste of what he took, suggesting that he ate and drank to fortify himself against any other failure of the spirits, far more than to gratify his palate. Mr. Grewgious in the meantime sat upright, with no expression in his face, and a hard kind of imperturbably polite protest all over him : as though he would have said, in reply 122 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. to some invitation to discourse : "I couldn't originate tlie faintest approach to an observation on any subject whatever, I thank YOU." " Do you know," said JasjDer, when he had jiushed away his plate and glass, and had sat meditating for a few minutes : "do you know that I find some crumbs of comfort in the communication with which you have so much amazed me ?" *' Bo you ?" returned Mr. Grewgious ; pretty plainly adding the unspoken clause ; " I don't, I thank you !" " After recovering from the shock of a piece of news of my dear boy, so entirely unexj)ected, and so destructive of all the castles I had built for him ; and after having had time to think of it ; yes." " I shall be glad to pick up your crumbs," said Mr. Grewgious^ dryly. " Is there not, or is there — if I deceive myself, tell me so, and shorten my pain — is there not, or is there, hope that, finding himself in this new position, and becoming sensitively alive to the awkward burden of explanation, in this quarter, and that, and the other, with which it would load him, he avoided the awkwardness, and took to flight?" " Such a thing might be," said Mr. Grewgious, pondering. *' Such a thing has been. I have read of cases in which people, rather than face a seven days' wonder, and have to account for themselves to the idle and impertinent, have taken themselves away, and been long unheard of." "I believe such things have happened," said Mr. Grewgious,. pondering still. " When I had, and could have, no susjDicion," pursued Jasper, eagerly following the new track, " that the dear lost boy had with- held anything from me — most of all, such a leading matter as this — what gleam of light was there for me in the whole black sky ? When I supposed that his intended wife was here, and his mar- riage close at hand, how could I entertain the possibility of his voluntarily leaving this place, in a manner that would be so unaccountable, capricious, and cruel ? But now that I know what you have told me, is there no little chink through which day pierces ? Supposing him to have disappeared of his own act, is not his disappearance more accountable and less cruel ? The fact of his having just parted from j^our ward, is in itself a sort of reason for his going away. It does not make his mysterious departure the less cruel to me, it is true; but it relieves it of cruelty to her." Mr. Grewgious could not but assent to this, i *' And even as to me," continued Jasper, still pursuing the new track, with ardour, and, as he did so, brightening with hope : " he knew that you were coming to me ; he knew that 3'ou were entrusted to tell me what you have told me ; if your doing so has awakened a new train of thought in my perplexed mind, it reasonably follows that, from the same premises, he might have foreseen the inferences that I should draw. Grant that he did foresee them ; and even the cruelty to me — and who am I ! — John Jasper, Music Master! — vanishes." DEVOTED. 12 Q Once more, Mr. Grewgious could not but assent to this. " I have had my distrusts, and terrible distrusts they have been," said Jasper ; " but your disclosure, overpowering as it was at first — showing me that my own dear boy had had a great dis- appointing reservation from me, who so fondly loved him — kindles hope within me. You do not extinguish it when I state it, but admit it to be a reasonable hope. I begin to believe it possible :" here he clasped his hands : " that he may have disapj^eared from among us of his own accord, and that he may yet be alive and well!" Mr. Crisparkle came in at the moment. To whom Mr. Jasper repeated : " I begin to believe it possible that he may have disappeared of his own accord, and may yet be alive and well !" Mr. Crisparkle taking a seat, and enquiring : " Why so ?" Mr, Jasper repeated the arguments he had just set forth. If they had been less plausible than they were, the good Minor Canon's mind would have been in a state of preparation to receive them, as^ exculpatory of his unfortunate pupil. But he, too, did really attach great importance to the lost young man's having been, so immediately before his disappearance, placed in a new and em- barrassing relation towards every one acquainted with his project* and affairs ; and the fact seemed to him to present the question in a new light. " I stated to Mr. Sapsea, when we waited on him," said Jasper : as he really had done : " that there was no quarrel or difference between the two young men at their last meeting. We all know that their first meeting was, unfortunately, very far from amicable ; but all went smoothly and quietly when they were last together at my house. My dear boy was not in his usual spirits ; he Avas depressed — I noticed that — and I am bound henceforth to dwell upon the circumstance the more, now that I know there was a special reason for his being depressed : a reason, moreover, which may possibly have induced him to absent himself." " I pray to Heaven it may turn out so !" exclaimed Mr. Crisparkle. " I pray to Heaven it may turn out so !" repeated Jasper. " You know — and Mr. Grewgious should now know likewise — that I took a great prepossession against Mr. Neville Landless, arising out of his furious conduct on that first occasion. You know that I came to you, extremely apprehensive, on my dear boy's behalf, of his mad violence. You know that I even entered in my Diary, and showed the entry to you, that I had dark fore- bodings against him. Mr. Grewgious ought to be possessed of the whole case. He shall not, through any suppression of mine, be informed of a part of it, and kept in ignorance of another part of it. I wish him to be good enough to understand that the com- munication he has made to me has hopefully influenced my mind, in spite of its having been, before this mysterious occurrence took place, profoundly impressed against young Landless," This fairness troubled the Minor Canon much. He felt that he was not as open in his own dealing. He charged against himself 124 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. reproachfully that he had suppressed, so far, the two points of a second strong outbreak of temper against Edwin Drood on the part of Neville, and of the passion of jealousy having, to his own certain knowledge, flamed up in Neville's breast against him. He was convinced of Neville's innocence of any part in the ugly disap- pearance, and yet so many little circumstances combined so wofully a2:ainst him, that he dreaded to add two more to their cumulative weight. He was among the truest of men ; but he had been balancing in his mind, much to its distress, whether his volunteering to tell these two fragments of truth, at this time, would not be tantamount to a piecing together of falsehood in the place of truth. However, here was a model before him. He hesitated no longer. Addressing Mr. Grewgious, as one placed in authority by the revelation he had brought to bear on the mystery (and surpassingly Angular Mr. Grewgious became when he found himself in that unexpected position), Mr. Crisparkle bore his testimony to Mr. Jasper's strict sense of justice, and, expressing his absolute confidence in the complete clearance of his pupil from the least taint of suspicion, sooner or later, avowed that his confidence in that young gentleman had been formed, in spite of his confidential knowledge that his temper was of the hottest and fiercest, and that it was directly incensed against Mr. Jasper's nephew, by the circumstance of his romantically supposing him- self to be enamoured of the same young lady. The sanguine reaction manifest in Mr. Jasper was proof even against this unlooked-for declaration. It turned him paler ; but he rejDeated that he would cling to the hope he had derived from Mr. Grew- gious ; and that if no trace of his dear boy were found, leading to the dreadful inference that he had been made away with, he would cherish unto the last stretch of possibility, the idea, that he might have absconded of his own wild will. Now, it fell out that Mr. Crisparkle, going away from this con- ference still very uneasy in his mind, and very much troubled on behalf of the young man whom he held as a kind of prisoner in his own house, took a memorable night walk. He walked to Cloisterham Weir. He often did so, and consequently there was nothing remark- able in his footsteps tending that way. But the preoccupation of his mind so hindered him from planning any walk, or taking heed of the objects he passed, that his first consciousness of being near the Weir, was derived from the sound of the falling water close at hand. " How did I come here !" was his first thought, as he stopped. " Why did I come here !" was his second. Then, he stood intently listening to the water. A familiar passage in his reading, about airy tongues that syllable men's names, rose so unbidden to his ear, that he put it from him with his hand, as if it were tangible. It was starlight. The Weir was full two miles above the spot to which the young men had repaired to watch the storm. No search had been made up here, for the tide had been running DEVOTED. 125 strongly down, at that time of the night of Christmas Eve, and the likeliest places for the discovery of a body, if a fatal accident had happened under such circumstances, all lay — both when the tide ebbed, and when it flowed again — between that sj)ot and the sea. The water came over the Weir, with its usual sound on a cold starlight night, and little could be seen of it ; yet Mr. Crisparkle had a strange idea that something unusual hung about the place. He reasoned with himself : What was it ? Where was it ? Put it to the proof. Which sense did it address ? No sense reported anything unusual there. He listened again, and his sense of hearing again checked the water coming over the Weir, with its usual sound on a cold starlight night. Knowing very well that the mystery with which his mind was occupied, might of itself give the place this haunted air, he strained those hawk's eyes of his for the correction of his sight. He got closer to the Weir, and peered at its well-known posts and timbers. Nothing in the least unusual w^as remotely shadowed forth. But he resolved that he would come back early in the morning. The Weir ran through his broken sleep, all night, and he was back again at sunrise. It was a bright frosty morning. The whole composition before him, when he stood where he had stood last night, was clearly discernible in its minutest details. He had surveyed it closely for some minutes, and was about to withdraw his eyes, when they were attracted keenly to one spot. He turned his back upon the Weir, and looked far away at the sky, and at the earth, and then looked again at that one spot. It caught his sight again immediately, and he concentrated his vision upon it. He could not lose it now, though it w^as but such a s^Deck in the landscape. It fascinated his sight. His hands began plucking off his coat. For it struck him that at that spot — a corner of the Weir — something glistened, which did not move and come over with the glistening water-drops, but remained stationary. He assured himself of this, he threw oif his clothes, he plunged into the icy water, and swam for the spot. Climbing the timbers, he took from them, caught among their interstices by its chain, a gold watch, bearing engraved upon its back, E. D. He brought the watch to the bank, swam to the Weir again, climbed it, and dived off. He knew every hole and corner of all the depths, and dived and dived and dived, until he could bear the cold no more. His notion was, that he would find the body ; h© only found a shirt-pin sticking in some mud and ooze. With these discoveries he returned to Cloisterham, and, taking Neville Landless with him, went straight to the Mayor. Mr. Jasper was sent for, the watch and shirt-pin were identified, Neville was detained, and the wildest frenzy and fatuity of evil report arose against him. He was of that vindictive and violent nature, that but for his poor sister, who alone had influence over him, and out of whose sight he was never to be trusted, he would be in the daily commission of murder. Before coming to England ho had caused to be whij)ped to death sundry •' Natives " — nomadic 126 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. persons, encamping now in Asia, now in Africa, now in the West Indies, and now at tlie Xorth Pole — vaguely supposed in Cloister- ham to be always black, always of great virtue, always calling themselves Me, and everybody else Massa or Missie (according to sex), and always reading tracts of the obscurest meaning, in broken English, but always accurately understanding them in the purest mother tongue. He had nearly brought Mrs. Crisparkle's grey hairs with sorrow to the grave. (Those original expressions were Mr. Sapsea's.) He had repeatedly said he would have Mr. Cris- parkle's life. He had repeatedly said he would have everybody's life, and become in effect the last man. He had been brought down to Cloisterham, from London, by an eminent Philanthropist, and why ? Because that Philanthropist had expressly declared : " I owe it to my fellow-creatures that he should be, in the words of Bentham, where he is the cause of the greatest danger to the smallest number." These dropping shots from the blunderbusses of blunderheaded- ness might not have hit him in a vital place. But he had to stand against a trained and well-directed fire of arms of precision too. He had notoriously threatened the lost young man, and had, according to the showing of his own faithful friend and tutor who strove so hard for him, a cause of bitter animosity (created b}' himself, and stated by himself j, against that ill-starred fellow. He had armed himself with an offensive weapon for the fatal night, and he had gone off early in the morning, after making preparations for departure. He had been found with traces of blood on him ; truly, they might have been wholly caused as he represented, but they might not, also. On a search-warrant being issued for the examination of his room, clothes, and so forth, it was discovered that he had destroyed all his papers, and re- arranged all his possessions, on the very afternoon of the disap- pearance. The watch found at the Weir was challenged by the jeweller as one he had wound and set for Edwin Drood, at twenty minutes past two on that same afternoon ; and it had run down, before being cast into the water ; and it was the jeweller's j^ositive opinion that it had never been re-wound. This would justify the hypothesis that the watch was taken from him not long after he left Mr. Jasper's house at midnight, in company with the last person seen with him, and that it had been thrown away after being retained some hours. Why thrown away ? If he had been murdered, and so artfully disfigured, or concealed, or both, as that the murderer hoped identification to be impossible, except from something that he wore, assuredly the mui'derer w^ould seek to remove from the body the most lasting, the best known, and the most easily recognizable, things upon it. Those things would be the watch and shirt-pin. As to his opportunities of casting them into the river ; if he were the object of these suspicions, they were easy. For, he had been seen by many persons, wandering about on that side of the city — indeed on all sides of it — in a miserable and seemingly half-distracted manner. As to the choice of the spot, obviously such criminating evidence had better take its chance of being found anywhere, rather than upon himself, or in his DEVOTED. 127 possession. Concerning the reconciliatory nature of the appointed meeting between the two young men, very little could be made of that, in young Landless's favor ; for, it distinctly appeared that the meeting originated, not with him, but with Mr. Crisparkle, and that it had been urged on by Mr. Crisparkle ; and who could say how unwillingly, or in what ill-conditioned mood, his enforced pupil had gone to it ? The more hia case was looked into, the weaker it became in every point. Even the broad suggestion that the lost young man had absconded, w^as rendered additionally improbable on the showing of the j^oung lady from whom he had so lately parted ; for, what did she say, with great earnestness and sorrow, when interrogated ? That he had, expressly and enthu- siastically, planned with her, that he w^ould await the arrival of her guardian, Mr. Grewgious. And yet, be it observed, he disap- peared before that gentleman appeared. On the suspicions thus urged and supported, Neville was detained and re-detained, and the search was pressed on every hand, and JasjDcr laboured night and day. But nothing more was found. No discover}'- being made, which proved the lost man to be dead, it at length became necessary to release the person suspected, of having made away with him. Neville was set at large. Then, a consequence ensued which Mr. Crisparkle had too well foreseen. Neville must leave the place, for the place shunned him and cast him out. Even had it not been so, the dear old china shepherdess would have worried herself to death with fears for her son, and with general trepidation occasioned by their having such an inmate. Even had that not been so, the authority to which the Minor Canon deferred of&cially, would have settled the point. "Mr. Crisparkle," quoth the Dean, " human justice may err, but it must act according to its lights. The days of taking sanctuary are past. This young man must not take sanctuary with us." " You mean that he must leave my house, sir ?" " Mr. Crisparkle," returned the prudent Dean, " I claim no authority in your house. I merely confer with you, on the painful necessity you find yourself under, of depriving this young man of the great advantages of your counsel and instruction." " It is very lamentable, sir," Mr. Crisparkle represented. " Very much so," the Dean assented. " And if it be a necessity — " Mr. Crisparkle faltered. " As you unfortunately find it to be," returned the Dean. Mr. Crisparkle bowed submissively. " It is hard to prejudge his case, sir, but I am sensible that " " Just so. Perfectly. As you say, Mr. Crisparkle," interposed the Dean, nodding his head smoothl}^, " there is nothing else to be done. No doubt, no doubt. There is no alternative, as your good sense has discovered." '' I am entirely satisfied of his perfect innocence, sir, never- theless." " We-e-ell !" said the Dean, in a more confidential tone, and slightly glancing around him, " I would not say so, generally. Not generally. Enough of suspicion attaches to him to — no, I think I would not say so, generally." 128 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. Mr. Crisparkle bowed again. " It does not become us, perhaps," pursued the Dean, " to bo partizans. Not partizans. We clergy keep our hearts warm and our heads cool, and we hold a judicious middle course." " I hope you do not object, sir, to my having stated in public, emphatically, that he will reappear here, whenever any new suspicion may be awakened, or any new circumstance may come to light in this extraordinary matter ?" " Not at all," returned the Dean. " And yet, do you know, I don't think," with a very nice and neat emphasis on those two words : " I don't tJiinh I would state it, emphatically. State it ? Ye-e-es ! But emphatically ? No-o-o. I tliinh not. In point of fact, Mr. Crisparkle, keeping our hearts warm and our heads cool, we clergy need do nothing emphatically." So, Minor Canon Eow knew Neville Landless no more ; and he went whithersoever he would, or could, with a blight upon his name and fame. It was not until then that John Jasper silently resumed his place in the choir. Haggard and red-eyed, his hopes plainly had deserted him, his sanguine mood was gone, and all his worst misgivings had come back. A day or two afterwards, while unrobing, he took his Diary from a pocket of his coat, turned the leaves, and with an impressive look, and without one spoken word, handed this entry to Mr. Crisparkle to read : *' My dear boy is murdered. The discovery of the watch and shirt-pin convinces me that he was murdered that night, and that his jewellery was taken from him to prevent identification by its means. All the delusive hopes I had founded on his separation from his betrothed wife, I give to the winds. They perish before this fatal discovery. I now swear, and record the oath on this page, That I nevermore will discuss this mystery with any human creature, until I hold the clue to it in my hand. That I never will relax in my secresy or in my search. That I will fasten the crime of the murder of my dear dead boy, upon the murderer. And That I devote myself to his destruction." THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. 129 CHAPTEE XVII. PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL. Full half a year had come and gone, and Mr. Crisparkle sat in a •waiting-room in the London chief offices of the Haven of Philan- thropy, until he could have audience of Mr. Honeythunder. In his college-days of athletic exercises, Mr. Crisparkle had known professors of the Noble Art of fisticuffs, and had attended two or three of their gloved gatherings. He had now an oppor- tunity of observing that as to the phrenological formation of the backs of their heads, the Professing Philanthropists were uncom- monly like the Pugilists. In the development of all those organs which constitute, or attend, a propensity to " pitch into " your fellow-creatures, the Philanthropists were remarkably favored. There were several Professors passing in and out, with exactly the aggressive air upon them of being ready for a turn-up with any Novice who might happen to be on hand, that Mr. Crisparkle well remembered in the circles of the Fanc}". Preparations were in progress for a moral little Mill somewhere on the rural circuit, and other Professors were backing this or that Heavy-Weight as good for such or such speech-making hits, so very much after the manner of the sporting publicans that the intended Eesolutions might have been Pounds. In an official manager of these displays much celebrated for his platform tactics, Mr. Crisparkle recognised (in a suit of black) the counterpart of a deceased benefactor of his species, an eminent public character, once known to fame as Frosty- faced Fogo, who in days of yore superintended the formation of the magic circle with the ropes and stakes. There were only three conditions of resemblance wanting between these Professors and those. Firstl}-, the Philanthropists were in very bad training : much too fleshy, and presenting, both in face and figure, a super- abundance of what is known to Pugilistic Experts as Suet Pudding. Secondly, the Philanthropists had not the good temper of the Pugilists, and used worse language. Thirdl}^ their fighting code stood in great need of revision, as empowering them not only to bore their man to the ropes, but to bore him to the confines of distraction ; also to hit him when he was down, hit him any- where and anyhow, kick him, stamp upon him, gouge him, and maul him behind his back without mercy. In these last particulars the Professors of the Noble Art were much nobler than the Pro- fessors of Philanthropy. Mr. Crisparkle was so completely lost in musing on these similarities and dissimilarities, at the same time watching the crowd which came and went by, always, as it seemed, on errands of antagonistically snatching something from somebody, and never giving anything to anybody : that his name was called before he heard it. On his at length responding, he was shown by ■a miserably shabby and underpaid stipendiary Philanthropist (who could hardly have done worse if he had taken service with 180 THE MYSTEKY OF EDWIN DROOD. a declared enemy of the human race) to Mr. Honeythunder's room. " Sir," said Mr. Honey thunder, in his tremendous voice, like a schoolmaster issuing orders to a boy of whom he had a bad opinion, " sit down." Mr. Crisparkle seated himself. Mr. Honeythunder, having signed the remaining few score of a few thousand circulars, calling upon a corresponding number of families without means to come forward, stump up instantly, and be Philanthropists, or go to the Devil, another shabby stipendiary Philanthropist (highly disinterested, if in earnest) gathered these into a basket and walked off with them. "Now, Mr. Crisparkle," said Mr. Honeythunder, turning his chair half round towards him when they were alone, and squaring his arms with his hands on his knees, and his brows knitted, as if he added, I am going to make short work of you : " Now, Mr. Cris- parkle, we entertain different views, you and I, sir, of the sanctity of human life." " Do we ?" returned the Minor Canon. " We do, sir." " Might I ask you," said the Minor Canon : " what are your views on that subject ?" " That human life is a thing to be held sacred, sir." " Might I ask you," pursued the Minor Canon as before : " what you suppose to be my views on that subject ?" "By George, sir!" returned the Philanthropist, squaring his arms still more, as he frowned on Mr. Crisparkle : " they are best known to yourself." "Keadily admitted. But you began by saying that we took different views, you know. Therefore (or you could not say so) you must have set up some views as mine. Pray, what views liave you set up as mine ?" " Here is a man — and a young man," said Mr. Honeythunder, as if that made the matter infinitely worse, and he could have easily borne the loss of an old one : " swept off the face of the earth by a deed of violence. What do you call that ?" " Murder," said the Minor Canon. " What do you call the doer of that deed, sir ?" " A murderer," said the Minor Canon. *' I am glad to hear you admit so much, sir," retorted Mr. Honey- thunder, in his most offensive manner ; " and I candidly tell you that I didn't expect it." Here he lowered heavily at Mr. Crisparkle again. " Be so good as to explain what you mean by those very un- justifiable expressions." " I don't sit here, sir," returned the Philanthropist, raising his voice to a roar, " to be browbeaten." " As the only other person present, no one can possibly know that better than I do," returned the Minor Canon very quietly. *' But I interrupt your explanation." " Murder !" proceeded Mr. Honeythunder, in a kind of boisterous reverie, with his platform folding of his arms, and his platform PHHANTHEOPY, PKOFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL. 131 nod of abiiorreiit reflection after each short sentiment of a word. *' Bloodshed ! Abel ! Cain ! I hold no terms with Cain. T repudiate with a shndder the red hand when it is offered me." Instead of instantly leaping into his chair and cheering himself hoarse, as the Brotherhood in public meeting assembled would infallibly have done on this cue, Mr. Crisparkle merely reversed the quiet crossing of his legs, and said mildly : " Don't let me interrupt your explanation — when you begin it." " The Commandments say no murder. NO murder, sir !" pro- ceeded Mr. Honeythunder, platformally pausing as if he took Mr. Crisparkle to task for having distinctly asserted that they said, You may do a little murder and then leave off. " And they also say, you shall bear no false witness," observed Mr. Crisparkle. " Enough !" bellowed Mr. Honeythunder, with a solemnity and severity that would have brought the house down at a meeting, *' E — e — nough ! My late wards being now of age, and I being released from a trust which I cannot contemplate without a thrill of horror, there are the accounts which you have undertaken to accept on their behalf, and there is a statement of the balance which you have undertaken to receive, and which you cannot receive too soon. And let me tell you, sir, I wish, that as a man and a Minor Canon, you were better employed," with a nod. " Better employed," with another nod. " Bet — ter em — ployed !" with another and the three nods added up. Mr. Crisparkle rose : a little heated in the face, but with perfect command of himself. " Mr. Honeythunder," he said, taking up the papers referred to : " my being better or worse employed than I am at present is a matter of taste and opinion. You might think me better employed in enrolling myself a member of your Society." " Ay, indeed, sir !" retorted Mr. Honeythunder, shaking his head in a threatening manner. " It would have been better for you if you had done that long ago !" " I think otherwise." " Or," said Mr. Honeythunder, shaking his head again, " I might think one of your profession better employed in devoting himself to the discovery and punishment of guilt than in leaving that duty to be undertaken by a layman." " I may regard my profession from a point of view which teaches me that its first duty is towards those who are in necessity and tribulation, who are desolate and oppressed," said Mr. Crisparkle. " However, as I have quite clearly satisfied myself that it is no part of my profession to make professions, I say no more of that.. But I owe it to Mr. Neville, and to Mr. Neville's sister (and in a much lower degree to myself), to say to you that I know I was in the full possession and understanding of Mr. Neville's mind and heart at the time of this occurrence ; and that, without in the least coloring or concealing what was to be deplored in him and required to be corrected, I feel certain that his tale is true. Feeling that certainty, I befriend him. As long as that certainty shall last I will befriend him. And if any consideration could K 2 132 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. shake me in this resolve, I should he so ashamed of myself for my meanness that no man's good opinion — no, nor no woman's — so gained, could compensate me for the loss of my own." Good fellow ! Manly fellow ! And he was so modest, too. There was no more self-assertion in the Minor Canon than in the schoolboy who had stood in the breezy playing-fields keeping a wicket. He was simply and staunchly true to his duty alike in the large case and in the small. So all true souls ever are. So every true soul ever was, ever is, and ever will be. There is nothing little to the really great in spirit. " Then who do you make out did the deed ?" asked Mr. Honey- thunder, turning on him abruptly. " Heaven forbid," said Mr. Crisparkle, " that in my desire to clear one man I should lightly criminate another ! I accuse no one." " Tcha !" ejaculated Mr. Honey thunder with great disgust ; for this was by no means the principle on which the Philanthropic Brotherhood usually proceeded. " And, sir, you are not a disin- terested witness, we must bear in mind." "How am I an interested one?" inquired Mr. Crisparkle, smiling innocently, at a loss to imagine. " There was a certain stipend, sir, paid to you for your pupil, which may have warped your judgment a bit," said Mr. Honey- thunder, coarsely. " Perhaps I expect to retain it still ?" Mr. Crisparkle returned, enlightened ; " do you mean that too ?" " Well, sir," returned the professional Philanthropist, getting ^ up, and thrusting his hands down into his trousers pockets; "I don't go about measuring people for caps. If people find I have any about me that fit 'em, they can put 'em on and wear 'em, if they like. That's their look out : not mine." Mr. Crisparkle eyed him with a just indignation, and took him to task thus : " Mr. Honey thunder, I hoped when I came in here that I might be under no necessity of commenting on the introduction of plat- form manners or platform manoeuvres among the decent forbear- ances of private life. But you have given me such a specimen of both, that I should be a fit subject for both if I remained silent respecting them. They are detestable." " They don't suit you, I dare say, sir." "They are," repeated Mr. Crisparkle, without noticing the interruption, " detestable. They violate equally the justice that should belong to Christians, and the restraints that should belong to gentlemen. You assume a great crime to have been com- mitted by one whom I, acquainted with the attendant circum- stances, and having numerous reasons on my side, devoutly believe to be innocent of it. Because I differ from you on that vital point, what is your platform resource ? Instantly to turn upon me, charging that I have no sense of the enormity of the crime itself, but am its aider and abettor ! So, another time — taking me as representing your opponent in other cases — you set up a platform credulity: a moved and seconded and carried unanimously profession of faith in some ridiculous delusion PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL. 133 or miscliievous imposition. I decline to believe it, and you fall back upon your platform resource of proclaiming that I believe nothing ; that because I will not bow down to a false God of our making, I deny the true God ! Another time, you make the plat- form discovery that War is a calamity, and you propose to abolish it by a string of twisted resolutions tossed into the air like the tail of a kite. I do not admit the discovery to be yours in the least, and I have not a grain of faith in your remedy. Again, your platform resource of representing me as revelling in the horrors of a battle field like a fiend incarnate ! Another time, in another of your undiscriminating platform rushes, you would punish the sober for the drunken. I claim consideration for the comfort, con- venience, and refreshment, of the sober ; and you presently make platform proclamation that 1 have a depraved desire to turn Heaven's creatures into swine and wild beasts ! In all such cases your movers, and your seconders, and joiir supporters — your regular Professors of all degrees — run amuck like so many mad Malays ; habitually attributing the lowest and basest motives with the utmost recklessness (let me call your attention to a recent instance in yourself for which you should blush), and quoting figures which you know to be as wilfully onesided as a statement of any complicated account that should be all Creditor side and no Debtor, or all Debtor side and no Creditor. Therefore it is, Mr. Honeythunder, that I consider the platform a sufficiently bad example and a sufficiently bad school, even in public life ; but hold that, carried into private life, it becomes an unendurable nuipance." " These are strong words, sir !" exclaimed the Philanthropist. " I hope so," said Mr. Crisparkle. " Good-morning." He walked out of the Haven at a great rate, but soon fell into his regular brisk pace, and soon had a smile upon his face as he went along, wondering what the china shepherdess would have said if she had seen him pounding Mr. Honeythunder in the late little lively affair. For Mr. Crisparkle had just enough of harmless vanity to hope that he had hit hard, and to glow with the belief that he had trimmed the Philanthropic jacket pretty handsomely. He took himself to Staple Inn, but not to P. J. T. and Mr. Grewgious. Full many a creaking stair he climbed before he reached some attic rooms in a corner, turned the latch of their unbolted door, and stood beside the table of Neville Landless. An air of retreat and solitude hung about the rooms, and about their inhabitant. He was much worn, and so were they. Their sloping ceilings, cumbrous rusty locks and grates, and heavy wooden bins and beams, slowly mouldering withal, had a prisonous look, and he had the haggard face of a prisoner. Yet the sunlight shone in at the ugly garret window which had a penthouse to itself thrust out among the tiles ; and on the cracked and smoke-blackened parapet beyond, some of the deluded sparrows of the place rheumatically hopped, like little feathered cripples who had left their crutches in their nests ; and there was a play of living leaves at hand that changed the air, and made an im- perfect sort of music in it that would have been melody in the country. 134 THE MYSTEEY OF EDWIN DROOD. The rooms were sparely furnislied, but with good store of "books. Everything expressed the abode of a poor student. That Mr. Crisparkle had been either chooser, lender, or donor of the books, or that he combined the three characters, might have been easily seen in the friendly beam of his eyes upon them as he entered. " How goes it, Neville ?" " I am in good heart, Mr. Crisparkle, and working away." " I wish your eyes were not quite so large, and not quite so bright," said the Minor Canon, slowly releasing the hand he had taken in his. " They brighten at the sight of you," returned Neville. "If you were to fall away from me, they would soon be dull enough." " ifiiUy, rally !" urged the other, in a stimulating tone. " Fight for it, Neville !" " If I were dying, I feel as if a word from you would rally me ; if my pulse had stopped, I feel as if your touch would make it beat again," said Neville. " But I have rallied, and am doing famously." Mr. Crisparkle turned him with his face a little more towards the light. " I want to see a ruddier touch here, Neville," he said, indicating his own healthy cheek by way of pattern ; " I want more sun to shine upon you." Neville drooped suddenly as he replied in a lowered voice : " I am not hardy enough for that, yet. I may become so, but I cannot bear it yet. If you had gone through those Cloisterham streets as I did ; if you had seen, as I did, those averted eyes, and the better sort of people silently giving me too much room to pass, that I might not touch them or come near them, you wouldn't think it quite unreasonable that I cannot go about in the day- light." " My poor fellow !" said the Minor Canon, in a tone so purely sympathetic that the young man caught his hand : " I never said it was unreasonable : never thought so. But I should like you to do it." " And that would give me the strongest motive to do it. But I cannot yet. I cannot persuade myself that the eyes of even the stream of strangers I pass in this vast city look at me without suspicion. I feel marked and tainted, even when I go out — as I do only — at night. But the darkness covers me then, and I take courage from it." Mr. Crisparkle laid a hand upon his shoulder, and stood looking down at him. *' If I could have changed my name," said Neville, " I would have done so. But as you wisely pointed out to me, I can't do that, for it would look like guilt. If I could have gone to some distant place, I might have found relief in that, but the thing is not to be thought of, for the same reason. Hiding and escaping would be the construction in either case. It seems a little hard to be so tied to a stake, and innocent; but I don't complain." PHILANTHROPY, PEOFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL. 135 " And you must expect no miracle to help you, Keville," said Mr. Crisparkle, compassionately. " No, sir, I know that. The ordinary fulness of time and cir- cumstance is all I have to trust to," " It will right you at last, Xeville." " So I believe, and I hope I may live to know it." But perceiving that the despondent mood into which he was falling cast a shadow on the Minor Canon, and (it may be) feeling that the broad hand upon his shoulder was not then quite as steady as its own natural strength had rendered it when it first touched him just now, he brightened and said : " Excellent circumstances for study, anyhow ! and you know, Mr. Crisparkle, what need I have of study in all waj's. Not to mention that you have advised me to studj^ for the difiicult pro- fession of the law, specially, and that of course I am guiding myself by the advice of such a friend and helper. Such a good friend and helper !" He took the fortifying hand from his shoulder, and kissed it. Mr. Crisparkle beamed at the books, but not so brightly as when he had entered. *' I gather from your silence on the subject that my late guardian is adverse, Mr. Crisparkle ?" The Minor Canon answered : " Your late guardian is a — a most unreasonable person, and it signifies nothing to any reasonable person whether he is adJverse or jyerverse, or the reverse." " Well for me that I have enough with economy to live upon," sighed Neville, half wearily and half cheerily, " while I wait to be learned, and wait to be righted! Else I might have proved the proverb that while the grass grows, the steed starves !" He opened some books as he said it, and was soon immersed in their interleaved and annotated passages, while Mr. Crisparkle sat beside him, expounding, correcting, and advising. The Minor Canon's cathedral duties made these visits of his difficult to accomplish, and only to be compassed at intervals of many weeks. But they were as serviceable as they were precious to Neville Landless. When they had got through such studies as they had in hand, they stood leaning on the window-sill, and looking down upon the patch of garden. " Next week," said Mr. Crisparkle, " jovl will cease to be alone, and will have a devoted companion." " And yet," returned Neville, " this seems an uncongenial place to bring my sister to !" " I don't think so," said the Minor Canon. " There is duty to be done here ; and there are womanly feeling, sense, and courage w^anted here." " I meant," explained Neville, " that the surroundings are so dull and unwomanly, and that Helena can have no suitable friend or society here." "You have only to remember," said Mr. Crisparkle, " that you ^re here yourself, and that she has to draw you into the sunlight." They were silent for a little while, and then Mr. Crisparkle began anew. 136 ' THE MYSTERY OF ED^^^N DROOD. " When we first spoke together, Neville, you told me that your sister had risen out of the disadvantages of your past lives a& superior to you as the tower of Cloisterham Cathedral is higher than the chimneys of Minor Canon Corner. Do you remember that ?" " Eight well !" " I was inclined to think it at the time an enthusiastic fligrht. No matter what I think it now. What I would emphasize is, that under the head of Pride your sister is a great and opportune example to you." " Under all heads that are included in the composition of a fine character, she is." " Say so ; but take this one. Your sister has learnt how to govern what is proud in her nature. She can dominate it even when it is wounded through her sympathy with you. No doubt she has suffered deeply in those same streets where you suffered deeply. No doubt her life is darkened by the cloud that darkens yours. But bending her pride into a grand composure that is not haughty or aggressive, but is a sustained confidence in you and in the truth, she has won her way through those streets until she passes along them as high in the general respect as any one who treads them. Every day and hour of her life since Edwil^ Drood's disappearance, she has faced malignity and folly — for you — as only a brave nature well directed can. So it will be witli- her to the end. Another and weaker kind of pride might sink broken-hearted, but never such a pride as hers : which knows no shrinking, and can get no mastery over her." The pale cheek beside him flushed under the comparison and the- hint imjolied in it. " I will do all I can to imitate her," said Neville. " Do so, and be a truly brave man as she is a truly brave woman," answered Mr. Crisparkle, stoutly. " It is growing dark. Will you go my way with me, when it is quite dark ? Mind I It is not I who wait for darkness." Neville replied that he would accompany him directly. But Mr. Crisparkle said he had a moment's call to make on Mr. Grew- gious as an act of courtesy, and would run across to that gentle- man's chambers, and rejoin Neville on his own doorstep if ho would come down there to meet him. Mr. Grewgious, bolt upright as usual, sat taking his wine in the dusk at his open window ; his wineglass and decanter on the round table at his elbow ; himself and his legs on the windowseat ; only one hinge in his whole body, like a bootjack. " How do you do, reverend sir ?" said Mr. Grewgious, with abundant offers of hospitality which were as cordially declined as made. " And how is your charge getting on over the way in the set that I had the pleasure of recommending to you as vacant and eligible ?" Mr. Crisparkle replied suitably. "I am glad you approve of them," said Mr, Grewgious^ " because I entertain a sort of fancy for having him under my eye." PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL. 137 As Mr. Grewgioiis had to turn his eye up considerably, before he could see the chambers, the phrase was to be taken figuratively and not literally. " And how did you leave Mr. Jasper, reverend sir ?" said Mr» Grewgious. Mr. Crisparkle had left him pretty Avell. " And where did you leave Mr. Jasper, reverend sir ?" Mr. Crisparkle had left him at Cloisterham. " And when did you leave Mr. Jasper, reverend sir ?" That morning. " Umps !" said Mr. Grewgious. " He didn't say he was comings perhaps ?" " Coming where ?" " Anywhere, for instance ?" said Mr. Grewgious. " No." " Because here he is," said Mr. Grewgious, who had asked all these questions, with his preoccujDied glance directed out at window. " And he don't look agreeable, does he ?" Mr. Crisparkle was craning towards the window, when Mr. Grewgious added : " If 3'ou will kindly step round here behind me, in the gloom of the room, and will cast your eye at the second-floor landing- window, in yonder house, I think you will hardly fail to see a slinking individual in whom I recognise our local friend." " You are right !" cried Mr. Crisparkle. " Umps !" said Mr. Grewgious. Then he added, turning his face so abruptly that his head nearly came into collision with Mr. Crisparkle's : " what should you say that our local friend was up to?" The last passage he had been shown in the Diary returned on Mr. Crisparkle's mind with the force of a strong recoil, and he asked Mr. Grewgious if he thought it possible that Neville was to be harassed by the keeping of a watch upon him ? " A watch," repeated Mr, Grewgious, musingly. " Ay !" " Which would not only of itself haunt and torture his Kfo," said Mr. Crisparkle, warmly, " but would expose him to the torment of a perpetually reviving suspicion, whatever he might do, or wherever he might go ?" " Ay !" said Mr. Grewgious, musingly still. " Do I see him waiting for you ?" " No doubt you do." " Then ivould you have the goodness to excuse my getting up to see you out, and to go out to join him, and to go the way that you were going, and to take no notice of our local friend ?" said Mr. Grewgious. " I entertain a sort of fancy for having him under my eye to-night, do you know ?" Mr. Crisparkle, with a significant nod, complied, and, rejoin- ing Neville, went away with him. They dined together, and parted at the yet unfinished and undeveloped railway station : Mr. Crisparkle to get home; Seville to walk the streets, cross the bridges, make a wide round of the city in the friendly dark- ness, and tire himself out. 138 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. It was midnight when he returned from his solitary expedition, and climbed his staircase. The night was hot, and the windows of the staircase were all wide open. Coming to the top, it gave him ii passing chill of surprise (there being no rooms but his up there) to find a stranger sitting on the window-sill, more after the manner of a venturesome glazier than an amateur ordinarily careful of his neck ; in fact, so much more outside the window than inside, as to suggest the thought that he must have come up by the water-spout instead of the stairs. The stranger said nothing until Neville put his key in his door ; then, seeming to make sure of his identity from the action, he spoke : " I beg your pardon," he said, coming from the window with a frank and smiling air, and a prepossessing address ; " the beans." Neville was quite at a loss. " Kunners," said the visitor. " Scarlet. Next door at the back." *' Oh !" returned Neville. " And the mignonette and wall- flower?" " The same," said the visitor. " Pray walk in." " Thank you." Neville lighted his candles, and the visitor sat down. A hand- some gentleman, with a young face, but an older figure in its robustness and its breadth of shoulder ; say a man of eight-and- twenty, or at the utmost thirty : so extremely sunburnt that the contrast between his brown visage and the white forehead shaded out of doors by his hat, and the glimpses of white throat below the neckerchief, would have been almost ludicrous but for his broad temples, bright blue ej^es, clustering brown hair, and laughing teeth. " I have noticed," said he ; " — my name is Tartar." Neville inclined his head. " I have noticed (excuse me) that you shut yourself up a good deal, and that you seem to like my garden aloft here. If you would like a little more of it, I could throw out a few lines and stays between my windows and yours, which the runners would take to directly. And I have some boxes, both of mignonette and wallflower, that I could shove on along the gutter (with a boat- hook I have by me) to your windows, and draw back again when they wanted watering or gardening, and shove on again when they were ship-shaj)e, so that they would cause you no trouble. I couldn't take this liberty without asking your permission, so I venture to ask it. Tartar, corresponding set, next door." " You are very kind." *' Not at all. I ought to apologise for looking in so late. But having noticed (excuse me) that you generally walk out at night, I thought I should inconvenience you least by awaiting your return. I am always afraid of inconveniencing busy men, being an idle man." " I should not have thought so, from your appearance." PHILANTHTvOPy, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL. 139 " Xo ? I take it as a compliment. In fact, I was bred in the Eoyal Navy and was First Lieutenant when I quitted it. But, an uncle disappointed in the service leaving me his property on con- dition that I left the Navy, 1 accepted the fortune and resigned my commission." " Lately, I presume ?" " Well, I had had twelve or fifteen years of knocking about first. I came here some nine months before you ; I had had one crop before you came. I chose this place, because, having served last in a little Corvette, I knew I should feel more at home where I had a constant opportunity of knocking my head against the ceiling. Besides ; it would never do for a man who had been aboard ship from his boyhood to turn luxurious all at OKce. Besides, again : having been accustomed to a very short allowance of land all my life, I thought I'd feel my way to the command of a landed estate, by beginning in boxes." Whimsically as this was said, there was a touch of merry earnest- ness in it that made it doubly whimsical. " However," said the Lieutenant, " I have talked quite enough about myself. It is not my way 1 hope ; it has merely been to present myself to jou naturally. If you will allow me to take the liberty I have described, it will be a charity, for it will give me something more to do. And you are not to suppose that it will entail any interruption or intrusion on you, for that is far from my intention." Neville replied that he was greatly obliged, and that he thank- fully accepted the kind proposal. " I am very glad to take your windows in tow," said the Lieu- tenant. " From what I have seen of you when I have been gardening at mine, and you have been looking on, I have thought you (excuse me) rather too studious and delicate ! May I ask, is your health at all affected ?" *' I have undergone some mental distress," said Neville, confused, '' which has stood me in the stead of illness." '' Pardon me," said Mr. Tartar. With the greatest delicacy he sliifted his ground to the windows again, and asked if he could look at one of them. On Neville's opening it, he immediately sprang out, as if he were going aloft with a whole watch in an emergency, and were setting a bright example. " For Heaven's sake !" cried Neville, " don't do that ! Whore are you going, Mr. Tartar ? You'll be dashed to pieces !" " All well !" said the Lieutenant, coolly looking about him on the housetop. " All taut and trim here. Those lines and stays shall be rigged before you turn out in the morning. May I take this short cut home and say. Good-night ?" " Mr. Tartar!" urged Neville, "i'ray ! It makes me giddy to see you !" But Mr. Tartar, with a wave of his hand and the deftness of a cat, had already dipped through his scuttle of scarlet runners without breaking a leaf, and " gone below." Mr. Grewgious, his bedroom window-blind held aside with his 140 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. hand, happened at that moment to have Neville's chamhers under his eye for the last time that night. Fortunately his eye was on the front of the house and not the back, or this remarkable appear- ance and disappearance might have broken his rest as a phenome- non. But, Mr. Grewgious seeing nothing there, not even a light in the windows, his gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would if we could ; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet — or seem likely to do it, in this state of existence — and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered. CHAPTEE XVIII. A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM At about this time, a stranger appeared in Cloisterham ; a white haired personage with black eyebrows. Being buttoned up in a tightish blue surtout, with a buff waistcoat and grey trousers, he had something of a military air ; but he announced himself at the Crozier (the orthodox hotel, where he put up with a portmanteau) as an idle dog who lived upon his means ; and he further announced that he had a mind to take a lodging in the picturesque old city for a month or two, with a view of settling down there altogether. Both announcements were made in the coffee-room of the Crozier, to all whom it might, or might not, concern, by the stranger as he stood with his back to the empty fireplace, waiting for his fried sole, veal cutlet, and pint of sherry. And the waiter (business being chronically slack at the Crozier) represented all whom it might or might not concern, and absorbed the whole of the infor- mation. This gentleman's white head was unusually large, and his shock of white hair was unusually thick and ample. " I suppose, waiter," he said, shaking his shock of hair, as a Newfoundland dog might shake his before sitting down to dinner, " that a fair lodging for a single buffer might be found in these parts, eh ?" The waiter had no doubt of it. . *' Something old," said the gentleman. " Take my hat down for a moment from that peg, will you ? No, I don't want it ; look into it. What do you see written there ?" The waiter read : " Datchery." " Now you know my name," said the gentleman ; " Dick Datchery. Hang it u]} again. I was saying something old i& what I should prefer, something odd and out of the way ; something venerable, architectural, and inconvenient." " We have a good choice of inconvenient lodgings in the town, sir, I think," replied the waiter, with modest confidence in ita resources that way ; " indeed, I have no doubt that we could suit you that far, however particular you might be. But a architec- A SETTLER IN CLOISTEEHAM. 141 tural lodging !" That seemed to trouble the waiter's head, and he shook it. " Anything Cathedraly now," Mr. Datchery suggested. " Mr. Tope," said the waiter, brightening, as he rubbed his chin with his hand, " would be the likeliest party to inform in that line." " Who is Mr. Tope ?" inquired Dick Datchery. The waiter explained that he was the Verger, and that Mrs. Tope had indeed once upon a time let lodgings herself — or offered to let them ; but that as nobody had ever taken them, Mrs. Tope's window-bill, long a Cloisterham Institution, had disappeared ; probably had tumbled down one day, and never been put up again. " I'll call on Mrs. Tope," said Mr. Datchery, "after dinner." So when he had done his dinner, he was duly directed to the spot, a.nd sallied out for it. But the Crozier being an hotel of a most retiring disposition, and the waiter's directions being fatally precise, he soon became bewildered, and went boggling about and about the Cathedral Tower, whenever he could catch a glimpse of it, with a general impression on his mind that Mrs. Tope's was some- where very near it, and that, like the children in the game of hot boiled beans and very good butter, he was warm in his search when he saw the Tower, and cold when he didn't see it. He was getting very cold indeed when he came upon a fragment •of burial-ground in which an unhappy sheep was grazing. Un- happy, because a hideous small boy was stoning it through the railings, and had already lamed it in one leg, and was much excited by the benevolent sportsmanlike purpose of breaking its other three legs, and bringing it down. " 'It 'im agin !" cried the boy, as the poor creature leaped ; "and made a dint in his wool !" " Let him be I" said Mr. Datchery. " Don't you see you have lamed him ?" ".Yer lie," returned the sportsman. " E went and lamed isself. I see 'im do it, and I giv' 'im a shy as a Widdy-warning to 'im not to go a bruisin' 'is master's mutton an}" more." " Come here." " I won't ; I'll come when yer can ketch me." " Stay there then, and show me which is Mr. Tope's." " Ow can I stay here and show you which is Topeseses, when Topeseses is t'other side the Kinfreederal, and over the crossings, and round ever so many corners ? Stoo-pid ! Ya-a-ah !" " Show me where it is, and 111 give you something." " Come on, then !" This brisk dialogue concluded, the boy led the way, and by-and-by stopped at some distance from an arched passage, pointing. " Lookie yonder. You see that there winder and door ?" "That's Tope's?" " Yer lie ; it ain't. That's Jarsper's." "Indeed?" said Mr. Datchery, with a second look of som^ interest. " Yes, and I ain't agoin no nearer 'Im, I tell yer." 142 THE MYSTEEY OF EDWIN DKOOD. " Why not ?" " 'Cos I ain't a going to be lifted off my legs and 'ave my braces bust and be choked ; not if I knows it and not by 'Im. Wait till I set a jolly good flint a fljan at the back o' 'is jolly old 'ed some day ! Now look t'other side the harch ; not the side where Jarsper's door is ; t'other side." " I see." " A little way in, o* that side, there's a low door, down two steps. That's Topeseses with 'is name on a hoval plate." " Good. See here," said Mr. Datchery, producing a shilling. " You owe me half of this." " Yer lie ; I don't owe yer nothing ; I never seen yer." " I tell you you owe me half of this, because I have no sixpence in my pocket. So the next time you meet me you shall do some- thing else for me, to pay me." " All right, give us 'old." '• What is your name, and where do you live ?" " Deputy. Travellers' Twopenny, 'cross the green." The boy instantly darted off with the shilling, lest Mr. Datchery should repent, but stopped at a safe distance, on the happy chance of his being uneasy in his mind about it, to goad him with a demon dance expressive of its irrevocability. Mr. Datchery, taking off his hat to give that shock of white hair of his another shake, seemed quite resigned, and betook himself whither he had been directed. Mr. Tope's official dwelling, communicating by an upper stair with Mr. Jasper's (hence Mrs. Tope's attendance on that gentle- man), was of very modest proportions, and partook of the character of a cool dungeon. Its ancient walls were massive and its rooms rather seemed to have been dug out of them, than to have been designed beforehand with any reference to them. The main door opened at once on a chamber of no describable shape, with a groined roof, which in its turn opened on another chamber of no describable shape, with another groined roof: their windows small, and in the thickness of the walls. These two chambers, close as to their atmosphere and swarthy as to their illumination by natural light, were the apartments which Mrs. Tope had so long offered to an unappreciative city. Mr. Datchery, however, was more appreciative. He found that if he sat with the main door open he would enjoy the passing society of all comers to and fro by the gateway, and would have light enough. He found that if Mr. and Mrs. Tope living overhead, used for their own egress and ingress a little side stair that came plump into the Precincts by a door opening outward, to the surprise and inconvenience of a limited public of pedestrians in a narrow way, he would be alone, as in a separate residence. He found the rent moderate, and every- thing as quaintly inconvenient as he could desire. He agreed therefore to take the lodging then and there, and money down, possession to be had next evening on condition that reference was permitted him to Mr. Jasper as occupying the Gate House, of which, on the other side of the gateway the Verger's hole in the wall was- an appanage or subsidiary part. A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM. 14o The poor dear gentleman was very solitary and very sad, Mrs. Tope said, but she had no doubt he would " speak for her." Per- haps Mr. Datchery had heard something of what had occurred there last winter ? Mr. Datchery had as confused a knowledge of the event in question, on trying to recall it, as he well could have. He begged Mrs. Tope's pardon when she found it incumbent on her to correct him in every detail of his summary of the facts, but pleaded that he was merely a single buffer getting through life upon his means as idly as he could, and that so many peoj)le were so constantly making away with so many other people, as to render it difficult for a buffer of an easy temper to preserve the circumstances of the several cases unmixed in his mind. Mr. Jasper proving willing to speak for Mrs. Tope, Mr, Datchery, who had sent up his card, was invited to ascend the postern stair- case. The Mayor was there, Mrs. Tope said ; but he was not to be regarded -in the light of company, as he and Mr. Jasper were great friends. "I beg pardon," said Mr. Datchery, making a leg with his hat under his arm, as he addressed himself equally to both gentlemen ; " a selfish precaution on my part and not personally interesting to anybody but myself. But as a buffer living on his means, and having an idea of doing it in this lovely place in peace and quiet, for remaining span of life, beg to ask if the Tope family are quite respectable ?" Mr. Jasper could answer for that without the slightest hesitation. " That is enough, sir," said Mr. Datchery. "My friend the Mayor," added Mr. Jasper, presenting Mr. Datchery with a courtly motion of his hand towards that potentate ; " whose recommendation is actually much more important to a stranger than that of an obscure person like myself, will testify in their behalf, I am sure." " The Worshipful the Mayor," said Mr. Datchery, with a low bow, " places me under an infinite obligation." " Yery good people, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Tope," said Mr. Sapsea, •vvith condescension. " Very good opinions. Very well behaved. Very respectful. Much approved by the Dean and Chapter." " The Worshij)ful the Maj^or gives them a character," said Mr. Datchery, " of which they may indeed be proud. I would Ask His Honor (if I might be permitted) whether there are not many objects of great interest in the city which is under his beneficent sway ?" " We are, sir," returned Mr. Sapsea, " an ancient city, and an ecclesiastical city. We are a constitutional city, as it becomes such a city to be, and we uphold and maintain our glorious privileges." " His Honor," said Mr. Datchery, bowing, " inspires me with a desire to know more of the city, and confirms me in my inclination to end my da3's in the city." " Eetired from the Army, sir?" suggested Mr. Sapsea. " His Honor the Mayor does me too much credit," returned Mr. Datchery. 144 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. "• Navy, sir ?" suggested Mr. Sapsea. " Again," repeated Mr. Datcliery, " His Honor the Mayor does me too mucli credit." " Diplomacy is a fine profession," said Mr. Sapsea, as a general remark. *' There, I confess. His Honor the Mayor is too many for me,'* said Mr. Hatchery, with an ingenuous smile and bow ; " even a diplomatic bird must fall to such a gun." Now, this was very soothing. Here was a gentleman of a great not to say a grand — address, accustomed to rank and dignity, really setting a fine example how to behave to a Mayor. There was something in that third person style of being spoken to, that Mr. Sapsea found particularly recognisant of his merits and position. " But I crave pardon," said Mr. Hatchery. " His Honor the Mayor will bear with me, if for a moment I have been deluded into occupying his time, and have forgotten the humble claims upon my own, of my hotel, the Crozier." " Not at all, sir," said Mr. Sapsea. " I am returning home, and if you would like to take the exterior of our cathedral in your way, I shall be glad to point it out." " His Honor the Mayor," said Mr. Hatchery, " is more than kind -and gracious." As Mr. Hatchery, when he had made his acknowledgments to Mr. Jasper, could not be induced to go out of the room before the Worshipful, the Worshipful led the way down stairs ; Mr. Hatchery following with his hat under his arm, and his shock of white hair streaming in the evening breeze. " Might I ask His Honor," said Mr. Hatchery, " whether that gentleman we have just left is the gentleman of whom I have Leard in the neighbourhood as being much afflicted by the loss of a nephew, and concentrating his life on avenging the loss ?" " That is the gentleman. John Jasper, sir." "Would His Honor allow me to inquire whether there are strong suspicions of any one ?" " More than suspicions, sir," returned Mr. Sapsea, " all but certainties." *' Only think now I" cried Mr. Hatchery. " But proof, sir, proof, must be built up stone by stone," said the Mayor. " As I say, the end crowns the work. It is not enough* that Justice should be morally certain ; she must be immorally certain — legally, that is." *' His Honor," said Mr. Hatchery, " reminds me of the nature of the law. Immoral. How true !" " As I say, sir," pompously went on the Mayor, " the arm of the law is a strong arm, and a long arm. That is the way / put it. A strong arm and a long arm." " How forcible ! — And yet, again, how true !" murmured Mr. Hatchery. *' And without betraying what I call the secrets of the prison- house," said Mr. Sapsea ; " the secrets of the prison-house is the term I used on the bench." A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM. 145 " And what other term than His Honor's would express it ?" said Mr. Datchery. " Without, I say, betraj^ng them, I predict to you, knowing; tlie iron will of the gentleman we have just left (I take the bold step of calling it iron, on account of its strength), that in this case the long arm will reach, and the strong arm will strike. — This is our cathedral, sir. The best judges are pleased to admire it, and the best among our townsmen own to being a little vain of it." All this time Mr. Datchery had walked with his hat under his arm, and his white hair streaming. He had an odd momen- tary appearance upon him of having forgotten his hat, when Mr. Sapsea now touched it ; and he clapped his hand up to his head as if with some vague expectation of finding another hat upon it. " Pray be covered, sir," entreated Mr. Sapsea ; magnificently implying : "I shall not mind it, I assure you." " His Honor is very good, but I do it for coolness," said Mr. Datchery. Then Mr. Datchery admired the cathedral, and Mr. Sapsea pointed it out as if he himself had invented and built it ; there were a few details indeed of which he did not approve, but those he glossed over, as if the workmen had made mistakes in his absence. The cathedral disposed of, he led the way by the churchyard, and stopped to extol the beauty of the evening — by chance — in the immediate vicinity of Mrs. Sapsea's epitaph. " And by-the-by," said Mr. Sapsea, appearing to descend froui an elevation to remember it all of a sudden ; like Apollo shooting down from Olympus to pick up his forgotten lyre ; " that is one of our small lions. The partiality of our people has made it so, and strangers have been seen taking a copy of it now and then. I am not a judge of it myself, for it is a little work of my o^vn. But it was troublesome to turn, sir ; I may say, difficult to turn with elegance." Mr. Datchery became so ecstatic over Mr. Sapsea's composition that, in spite of his intention to end his days in Cloisterham, and therefore his probably having in reserve many opportunities of copying it, he would have transcribed it into his pocket-book on the spot, but for the slouching towards them of its material pro- ducer and perpetuator, Durdles, whom Mr. Sapsea hailed, noi sorry to show him a bright example of behaviour to superiors. " Ah, Durdles ! This is the mason, sir ; one of our Cloisterham worthies ; everybody here knows Durdles. IMr. Datchery, Durdles ; a gentleman who is going to settle here." " I wouldn't do it if I was him," growled Durdles. " We're a heavy lot." "You surely don't speak for yourself, Mr. Durdles," returned Mr. Datchery, " any more than for His Honor." " Who's His Honor ?" demanded Durdles. " His Honor the Mayor." " I never was brought afore him," said Durdles, with anything but the look of a loyal subject of the mayoralty, '• and it'll be time L 146 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. enough for me to Honor him when I am. Until which, and when, and where : " Mister Sapsea is his name, England is his nation, Cloisterham's his dwelling-place, Aukshneer's his occupation," Here, Deputy (preceded by a flying 03''ster-shell) appeared upon the scene, and requested to have the sum of threepence instantly " chucked" to him by Mr. Hurdles, whom he had been vainly seeking up and down, as lawful wages overdue. While that gentleman, with his bundle under his arm, slowly found and counted out the money, Mr. Sapsea informed the new settler of Durdles's habits, pursuits, abode, and reputation. " I sujipose a curious stranger might come to see you, and your works, Mr. Hurdles, at any odd time ?" said Mr. Hatchery upon that. *' Any gentleman is welcome to come and see me any evening if he brings liquor for two with him," returned Hurdles, with a penny between his teeth and certain halfpence in his hands. " Or if he likes to make it twice two, he'll be doubly welcome." " I shall come. Master Heputy, what do you owe me ?" "A job." " Mind you pay me honestly with the job of showing me Mr. Hurdles's house when I want to go there." Heputy, with a piercing broadside of whistle through the whole gap in his mouth, as a receipt in full for all arrears, vanished. The Worshipful and the Worshipper then passed on together until they parted, with many ceremonies, at the AVorshipful's door ; even then, the Worshipper carried his hat under his arm, and gave his streaming white hair to the breeze. Siiid Mr. Hatchery to himself that night, as he looked at his white hair in the gas-lighted looking-glass over the coffee-room chimney piece at the Crozier, and shook it out : " For a single buffer, of an easy temper, living idly on his means, I have had a rather busy afternoon !" SHADOW ON THE SUN-DIAL. 147 CHAPTER XIX. SHADOW ON THE SUN-DIAL. Again Miss Twinkleton has delivered her valedictory address, with the accompaniments of white wine and pound cake, and again the young ladies have departed to their several homes. Helena Landless has left the Nuns' House to attend her brother's fortunes, •and pretty Eosa is alone. Cloisterham is so bright and sunny in these summer days, that the cathedral and the monastery-ruin show as if their strong walls were transparent. A soft glow sjeems to shine from within them, rather than upon them from without, such is their mellow- ness as they look forth on the hot corn-fields and the smoking roads that distantly wind among them. The Cloisterham gardens blush with ripening fruit. Time was when travel-stained pil- grims rode in clattering parties through the city's welcome shades ; time is when wayfarers, leading a gips}^ life between haymaking time and harvest, and looking as if they were just made of the dust of the earth, so very dusty are they, lounge about on cool door- steps, trying to mend their unmendable shoes, or giving them to the city kennels as a hopeless job, and seeking others in the bundles that they carry, along with their yet unused sickles swathed in l^ands of straw. At all the more public pumps there is much cooling of bare feet, together with much bubbling and gurgling of drinking with hand to spout on the part of these Bedouins ; the Cloisterham police meanwhile looking askant from their beats with suspicion, and manifest impatience that the intruders should depart from within the civic bounds, and once more fry themselves on the simmering highroads. On the afternoon of such a day, when the last cathedral service is done, and when that side of the High Street on which the Nuns' House stands is in grateful shade, save where its quaint old garden opens to the west between the boughs of trees, a servant informs Eosa, to her terror, that Mr. Jasper desires to see her. If he had chosen his time for finding her at a disadvantage, he could have done no better. Perhaps he has chosen it. Helena Landless is gone, Mrs. Tisher is absent on leave, Miss Twinkleton (in her amateur state of existence) has contributed herself and a veal pie to a picnic. " Oh why, why, why, did you say I was at home !" cries Eosa, helplessly. The maid replies, that Mr. Jasper never asked the question. That he said he knew she was at home, and begged she might be told that he asked to see her. " What shall I do, what shall I do :" thinks Eosa, clasping her hands. Possessed by a kind of desperation, she adds in the next breath L 2 l-iS THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. that hIic will come to Mr. Jasper in the garden. She shudders at the thought of being shut up with him in the house; but many of its windows command the garden, and she can be seen as well as heard there, and can shriek in the free air and run away. Such is the wild idea that flutters through her mind. She has never seen him since the fatal night, except when she was questioned before the Mayor, and then he was present in gloomy watchfulness, as representing his lost nephew and burning to avenge him. She hangs her garden-hat on her arm, and goes out. The moment she sees him from the porch, leaning on the sun-dial, the old horrible feeling of being compelled by him, asserts its hold upon her. She feels that she would even then go back, but that he draws her feet towards him. She cannot resist, and sits down, with her head bent, on the garden-seat beside the sun-dial. She cannot look up at him for abhorrence, but she has perceived that he is dressed in deep mourning. So is she. It was not so at first ; but the lost has long been given up, and mourned for, as dead. He would begin by touching her hand. She feels the intention, and draws her hand back. His ejes are then fixed upon her, she knows, though her own see nothing but the grass. " I have been waiting," he begins, " for some time, to be sum- moned back to my duty near you." After several times forming her lips, which she knows he is closely watching, into the shape of some other hesitating reply, and then into none, she answers : " Duty, sir ?" " The duty of teaching you, serving you as your faithful music- master." *' I have left off that study." " Not left off, I think. Discontinued. I was told by ^'our guardian that you discontinued it under the shock that we have all felt so acutely. When will you resume ?" " Never, sir." "Never? You could have done no more if you had loved my dear boy." " I did love him !" cries Rosa, with a flash of anger. " Yes ; but not quite — not quite in the right way, shall I say ? Not in the intended and expected way. Much as my dear boy was, unhappil}', too self-conscious and self-satisfied (I'll draw no parallel between him and you in that respect) to love as he should have loved, or as any one in his place would have loved — must have loved !" She sits in the same still attitude, but shrinking a little more. " Then, to be told that you discontinued your study with me, was to be politely told that you abandoned it altogether?" he suggested. " Yes," says Eosa, with sudden spirit. " The politeness was my guardian's, not miue. I told him that I was resolved to leave off, and that I was determined to stand by my resolution." " And you still are ?" -■%^^^^^ ■f SHADOW ON THE SUX-DIAL. 149 ^^ I still am, sir. And I beg not to be questioned any more about it. At all events, I will not answer any more ; I have that in my power." She is so conscious of his looking at her with a gloating admi- ration of the touch of anger on her, and the fire and animation it brings with it, that even as her spirit rises, it falls again, and she struggles with a sense of shame, afiront, and fear, much as she did that night at the piano. " I will not question you any more, since you o])jcct to it so much ; I will confess." " I do not wish to hear you, sir," cries Eosa, rising. This time he does touch her with his outstretched hand. In shrinking from it, she shrinks into her seat again. " We must sometimes act in opposition to our wishes." he tells her in a low voice. " You must do so now, or do more harm to others than you can ever set right." '' What harm ?" " Presently, presently. You question 7ne, you see, and surely that's not fair when you forbid me to question you. Never- theless, I will answer the question presently. Dearest Eosa ! <„'harming Eosa !" ►She starts up again. This time he does not touch her. But his face looks so wicked •and menacing, as he stands leaning against the sun-dial — setting, as it were, his black mark upon the very face of day — that her llight is arrested by horror as she looks at him, " I do not forget how many windows command a view of us," he sajs, glancing towards them. " I will not touch you again, I will come no nearer to you than I am. Sit down, and there will be no mighty wonder in your music-master's leaning idly against a pedestal and speaking with you, remembering all that has hap- pened and our shares in it. Sit down, my beloved." She would have gone once more — was all but gone — and once more his face, darkly threatening what would follow if she went, has stopped her. Looking at him with the expression of the instant frozen on her face, she sits down on the seat again. " Eosa, even when my dear boy was affianced to you, I loved you madly ; even when I thought his happiness in having you for his wife was certain, I loved you madly ; even when I strove to make him more ardently devoted to you, I loved you madly ; even when he gave me the picture of your lovely face so carelessly tra- duced by him, which I feigned to hang alwa^-^s in my sight for his sake, but worshipped in torment for jears, I loved you madly. In the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises 4ind Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly." If anything could make his words more hideous to her than they are in themselves, it would be the contrast between the violence of his look and delivery, and the composure of his assumed attitude. 150 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. " I endured it all iu silence. So long as you were liis, or so^ long as I supposed you to be his, I hid my secret loyally. Did I not?" This lie, so gross, while the mere words in which it is told are so true, is more than liosa can endure. She answers with kindling- indignation : " You were as false throughout, sir, as you are now. You were false to him, daily and hourly. You know that you made my life unhappy by your pursuit of me. You know that you made me afraid to open his generous eyes, and that you forced me, for his own trusting, good, good sake, to keep the truth from him, that you were a bad, bad, man !" His preservation of his easy attitude rendering his working features and his convulsive hands absolutely diabolical, he returns, with a fierce extreme of admiration : " How beautiful you are ! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love ; give me yourself and your hatred ; give me yourself and that pretty rage ; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn ; it will be enough for me." Impatient tears rise to the eyes of the trembling little beauty, and her face flames ; but as she again rises to leave him in indig- nation, and seek protection within the house, he stretches out his hand towards the porch, as though he invited her to enter it. "I told you, you rare charmer, you sweet witch, that you must stay and hear me, or do more harm than can ever be undone. You asked me what harm. Stay, and I will tell you. Go, and I will do it!" Again Eosa quails before his threatening face, though inno- cent of its meaning, and she remains. Her panting breathing- comes and goes as if it would choke her ; but with a repressive hand upon her bosom, she remains. " I have made my confession that my love is road. It is so mad that, had the ties between me and my dear lost boy been one silken thread less strong, I might have swept even him from your side when you favored him." A film comes over the eyes she i-aises for an instant, as though he had turned her faint. " Even him," he repeats. " Yes, even him ! Eosa, you see me and you hear me. Judge for yourself whether any other admirer shall love you and live, whose life is in my hand." " What do you mean, sir ?" " I mean to show you how mad my love is. It was hawked through the late inquiries by Mr. Crisparkle, that young Landless had confessed to him that he was a rival of my lost boy. That is an inexpiable offence in my eyes. The same Mr. Crisparkle knows under my hand that I have devoted myself to the murderer's discovery and destruction, be he whom he might, and that I de- termined to discuss the mystery with no one until I should hold the clue in which to entangle the murderer as in a net. I have since worked patiently to wind and wind it round him ; and it it^ slowly winding as I speak." SHADOW ON THE SUN-DTAL. 151 "Your belief, if you believe in the criminality of Mr. Land- less, is not Mr. Crisparkle's belief, and be is a good man," Kosa retorts. " My belief is my own ; and I reserve it, worshipped of my soul ! Circumstances may accumulate so strongly even against an innocent man^ that, directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him. One wanting link discovered by perseverance against a guilty man, proves his guilt, however slight its evidence before, and he dies. Young Landless stands in deadly peril either way." " If you really suppose," Eosa pleads with him, turning paler, " that I favor Mr. Landless, or that Mr. Landless has ever in any way addressed himself to me, you are wrong." He puts that from him with a slighting action of his hand and a curled lip. " I was going to show you how madly I love you. More madly now than ever, for I am willing to renounce the second object that has arisen in my life to divide it with you ; and hencefortli to have no object in existence but you only. Miss Landless has become your bosom friend. You care for her peace of mind ?" " I love her dearly." " You care for her good name?" " I have said, sir, I love her dearly." "I am unconsciously," he observes, with a smile, as he folds his hands upon the sun-dial and leans his chin upon them, so that his talk would seem from the windows (faces occasionally come and go there) to be of the airiest and playfulest : "I am un- consciously giving offence by questioning again. I will simply make statements, therefore, and not put questions. You do care for your bosom friend's good name, and you do care for her peace of mind. Then remove the shadow of the gallows from her, dear one !" " You dare propose to me to " " Darling, I dare propose to you. Stop there. If it be bad to idolize you, I am the worst of men ; if it be good, I am the best. My love for you is above all other love, and my truth to you is above all other truth. Let me have hope and favor, and I am a forsworn man for your sake." Eosa puts her hands to her temples, and, pushing back her hair, looks wildly and abhorrently at him, as though she were trying to piece together what it is his deep purpose to present to her only in fragments. " Eeckon up nothing at this moment, angel, but the sacrifices that I lay at those dear feet, which I could fall down among the vilest ashes and kiss, and put upon my head as a poor savage might. There is my fidelity to my dear boy after death. Tread upon it !" With an action of his hands, as though he cast down something precious. " There is the inexpiable offence against my adoration of you. Spurn it !" 152 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. Witli a similar action. " There are my labors in tlie cause of a just vengeance for six toiling months. Crush them !" With another repetition of the action. " There is my past and my present wasted life. There is the desqlation of my heart and my soul. There is my peace ; there is my despair. Stamp them into the dust, so that you take me, were it even mortally hating me !" The frightful vehemence of the man, now reaching its full height, so additionally terrifies her as to break the spell that has held her to the spot. She swiftly moves towards the porch ; but in an instant he is at her side, and speaking in her ear. " Rosa, I am self-repressed again. I am walking calmly beside you to the house. I shall wait for some encouragement and hope. I shall not strike too soon. Give me a sign that you attend to me." She slightly and constrainedly moves her hand. " Not a word of this to any one, or it will bring down the blow, as certainly as night follows day. Another sign that you attend to me." She moves her hand once more. " I. love you, love you, love you. If you were to cast me off now — but you will not — you would never be rid of me. No one should come between us. I would pursue you to the death." The handmaid coming out to open the gate for him, he quietly pulls off his hat as a parting salute, and goes away with no greater show of agitation than is visible in the efSgy of Mr. Sapsea's father opposite. Eosa faints in going up-stairs, and is carefully carried to her room, and laid down on her bed. A thunderstorm is coming on, the maids say, and the hot and stifling air has overset the pretty dear ; no wonder ; they have felt their own knees all of a tremble all day long. A FLIGHT. 153 CHAPTEE XX. A FLIGHT. Rosa no sooner came to herself than the whole of the late inter- view was before her. It even seemed as if it had pursued her into her insensibility, and she had not had a moment's unconsciousness of it. What to do, she was at a frightened loss to know : the only one clear thought in her mind, was, that she must fly from this terrible man. But where could she take refuge, and how could she go ? She had never breathed her dread of him to any one but Helena. If she went to Helena, and told her what had passed, that very act might bring down the irreparable mischief that he threatened he had the power, and that she knew he had the will, to do. The more fearful he appeared to her excited memory and imagination, the more alarming her responsibility appeared : seeing that a slight mistake on her part, either in action or delay, might let his malevolence loose on Helena's brother. Rosa's mind throughout the last six months had been stormily confused. A half- formed, wholly unexpressed suspicion tossed in it, now heaving itself up. r'nd now sinking into the deep ; now gaining palpability, and now losing it. Jasper's self-absorption in his nephew when he was alive, and his unceasing pursuit of the inquiry hoAV he came by his death, if he were dead, were themes so rife in the place, that no one appeared able to suspect the possibility of foul play at his hands. She had asked herself the question, *' Am I so wicked in my thoughts as to conceive a wickedness that others cannot imagine ?" Then she had considered. Did the suspicion come of her previous recoiling from him before the fact. And if so, was not that a proof of its baselessness ? Then she had reflected, " What motive could he have, according to my accusation ?" She was ashamed to answer in her mind, " The motive of gaining me !" And covered her face, as if the lightest shadow of the idea of founding murder on such an idle vanity were a crime almost as great. She ran over in her mind again, all that he had said by the sun-dial in the garden. He had persisted in treating the dis- appearance as murder, consistently with his whole public course since the finding of the watch and shirt-pin. If he were afraid of the crime being traced out, would he not rather encourage the idea of a voluntary disappearance? He had even declared that if the ties between him and his nephew had been less stroug, he might have swept " even him " away from her side. Was that like his having really done so ? He had spoken of laying his six months' labours in the cause of a just vengeance at her feet. Would he have don- that, with that violence of passion, if they were a pretence ? W^ould he have ranged them with his desolate 154 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DrvOOD. heart and soul, liis wasted life, his peace, and his despair ? The very first sacrifice that he represented himself as making for her, was his fidelity to his dear boy after death. Surely these facts were strong against a fancy that scarcely dared to hint itself. And yet he was so terrible a man ! In short, the poor girl (for what could she know of the criminal intellect, which its own professed students perpetually misread, because they persist in trying to reconcile it with the average intellect of average men, instead of identifying it as a horrible wonder apart), could get by no road to any other conclusion than that he ims a terrible man, and must be fled from. She had been Helena's stay and comfort during the whole time. She had constantly assured her of her full belief in her brother's innocence, and of her sympathy with him in his misery. But she had never seen him since the disappearance, nor hod Helena ever spoken one word of his avowal to Mr. Crisparkle in regard of Rosa, though as a part of the interest of the case it was well known far and wide. He was Helena's unfortunate brother, to her, and nothing more. The assurance she had given her odious suitor was strictly true, though it would have been better (she considered now) if she could have restrained herself from so giving it. Afraid of him as the bright and delicate little creature was, her spirit swelled at the thought of his knowing it from ber own lips. But where was she to go ? Anywhere beyond his reach, was no reply to the question. Somewhere must be thought of. 3he determined to go to her guardian, and to go immediately. The feeling she had imparted to Helena on the night of their first con- fidence, was so strong upon her — the feeling of not being safe from him, and of the solid walls of the old convent being powerless to keep out his ghostly following of her — that no reasoning of her 0"\vn could calm her terrors. The fascination of repulsion had been upon her so long, and now culminated so darkly, that she felt as if he had power to bind her by a spell. Glancing out at window, even now, as she rose to dress, the sight of the sun-dial on which he had leaned when he declared himself, turned her cold, and made her shrink from it, as though he had invested it with some awful quality from his own nature. She wrote a hurried note to Miss Twinkleton, saying that she had sudden reason for wishing to see her guardian promptly, and liad gone to him ; also, entreating the good lady not to be uneasy, for all was well with her. She hurried a few quite useless articles into a very little bag, left the note in a conspicuous place, and went out, softly closing the gate after her. It was the first time she had ever been even in Cloisterham High Street, alone. But knowing all its ways and windings very well, she hurried straight to the corner from which the omnibus departed. It was, at that very moment, going oft\ " Stop and take me, if you please, Joe. I am obliged to go to London." In less than another minute she wns on her road to the railway, A FLIGHT. 155 under Joe's protection. Joe waited on her when she got there» put her safely into the railway carriage, and handed in the very little bag after her, as though it were some enormous trunk, hundredweights heavy, which she must on no account endeavour to lift. " Can you go round when you get back, and tell Miss Twinkleton that you saw me safely off, Joe ?" " It shall be done. Miss." " AVith my love, please, Joe." " Yes, Miss— and I wouldn't mind having it myself!" But Joe did not articulate the last clause ; only thought it. Now that she was whirling away for London in real earnest, Eosa was at leisure to resume the thoughts which her personal hurry had checked. The indignant thought that his declaration of love soiled her ; that she could only be cleansed from the stain of its impurity b}^ appealing to the honest and true ; supported her for a time against her fears, and confirmed her in her hastv CD ' %.' resolution. But as the evening grew darker and darker, and the great city impended nearer and nearer, the doubts usual in such cases began to arise. Whether this was not a wild proceeding- after all ; how Mr. Grewgious might regard it ; whether she should find him at the journey's end ; how she would act if he^ were absent ; what might become of her, alone, in a place so strange and crowded; how if she had but waited and taken counsel first ; whether, if she could now go back, she would not do it thankfully : a multitude of such uneasy speculations dis- turbed her, more and more as they accumulated. At length the train came into London over the housetops ; and down below lay the gritty streets with their yet un-needed lamps aglow, on a hot light summer night. " Hiram Grewgious, Esquire, Staple Inn, London." This was all Rosa knew of her destination ; but it was enough to send her rattling away again in a cab, through deserts of gritty streets, where many people crowded at the corners of courts and byways to get some air, and where xiany other people walked with a miserably naonotonous noise of shuffling feet on hot paving-stones, and where all the people and all their surroundings were so gritty and so shabb}'. There was music playing here and there, but it did not enliven the case, No barrel-organ mended the matter, and no big drum beat dull care away. Like the chapel bells that were also going here and there, they only seemed to evoke echoes from brick surfaces, and dust from everything. As to the flat wind instru- ments, they seemed to have cracked their hearts and souls in pining for the country. Her jingling conveyance stopped at last at a fast-closed gate- way which appeared to belong to somebody who had gone to bed very early, and was much afraid of housebreakers ; Eosa, dis- charging her conveyance, timidly knocked at this gateway, and Avas let in, very little bag and all, by a watchman. "Does Mr. Grewgious live here?" 166 THE MYSTERY OF EDVV^IN DROOD. " Mr. Grewgious lives there, Miss," said the watchman, pointing further in. 3o Rosa went further in, and, when the clocks were striking ten, stood on P. J. T.'s doorsteps, wondering what P. J. T. had done with his street door. Guided by the painted name of Mr. Grewgious, she went up- stairs and softly tapped and tapped several times. But no one answering, and Mr. Grewgious's door-handle yielding to her touch, she went in, and saw her guardian sitting on a window- seat at an open window, with a shaded lamp placed far from him on a table in a corner. Eosa drew nearer to him in the twilight of the room. He saw lier, and he said in an under-tone : " Good Heaven !" Eosa fell upon his neck, with tears, and then he said, returning her embrace : " My child, my child ! I thought you were your mother !" " But Avliat, what, what," he added, soothingly, " has happened ? ^ly dear, what has brought you here ? Who has brought you here ?" " No one. I came alone." "Lord bless me!" ejaculated Mr. Grewgious. "Came alone! Why didn't you write to me to come and fetch you ?" " I had no time. I took a sudden resolution. Poor, poor Eddy !" "Ah, poor fellow, poor fellow!" " His uncle has made love to me. I cannot bear it," said Eosa, at once with a burst of tears, and a stamp of her little foot; "I shudder with horror of him, and I have come to you to protect me and all of us from him, if joii will ?" " I will !" cried Mr. Grewgious, with a sudden rush of amazing energy. " Damn him ! " ConfouHcl Ill's politics. Frustrate liis knavish tricks ! On Thee liis hopes to fix ? Damn him again !" After this most extraordinary outburst, Mr. Grewgious, quite ]3eside himself, plunged about the room, to all appearance undecided whether he was in a fit of loyal enthusiasm, or combative de- nunciation. He stopped and said, wiping his face : " I beg your pardon, my dear, but you will be glad to know I feel better. Tell me no more just now, or I might do it again. You must be refreshed and cheered. What did joii take last ? Was it breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea, or supper ? And what will you take next? Shall it be breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea, or supper ?" The respectful tenderness with which, on one knee before her, lie helped her to remove her hat, and disentangle her pretty hair from it, was quite a chivalrous sight. Yet who, knowing him only on the surface, would have expected chivalry — and of the true sort, too : not the spurious — from Mr. Grewgious ? o H < W W I— ( w a, >^ w O I— I o w O A FLIGHT. 157 " Your rest too must be provided for," he went on ; " and you shall have the prettiest chamber in Furnival's. Your toilet must be provided for, and you shall have everything that an unlimited head chambermaid — by which expression I mean a head chamber- maid not limited as to outlay — can procure. Is that a bag ?" ho looked hard at it ; sooth to say, it required hard looking at to> be seen at all in a dimly-lighted room : " and is it your property, my dear?" " Yes, sir. I brought it with me." " It is not an extensive bag," said Mr. Grewgious, candidly, " though admirably calculated to contain a day's provision for a canary bird. Perhaps you brought a canary bird ?" Kosa smiled, and shook her head. " If you had he should have been made welcome," said Mr. Grewgious, " and I think he would have been pleased to be hung upon a nail outside and pit himself against our Staple sparrows ; whose execution must be admitted to be not quite equal to their intention. Which is the case with so many of us ! You didn't say what meal, my dear. Have a nice jumble of all meals." Eosa thanked him, but said she could only take a cup of tea. Mr. Grewgious, after several times running out, and in again, to mention such supplementary items as marmalade, eggs, water- cresses, salted fish, and frizzled ham, ran across to Furnival's without his hat, to give his various directions. And soon after- wards they were realised in practice, and the board was spread. " Lord bless my soul !" cried Mr. Grewgious, putting the lamp upon it, and taking his seat opposite Eosa ; " what a new sensa- tion for a poor old Angular bachelor, to be sare !" Eosa's expressive little eyebrows asked him what he meant ? *' The sensation of having a sweet young presence in the place that whitewashes it, paints it, papers it, decorates it with gilding, and makes it Glorious!" said Mr. Grewgious. "Ah me! Ah me!" As there was something mournful in his sigh, Eosa, in touching him with his tea-cup, ventured to touch him with her small hand too. " Thank you, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious. " Ahem ! Let's talk." " Do you always live here, sir?" asked Eosa. " Yes, my dear." " And alwaj^s alone?" " Always alone ; except that I have daily company in a gentle- man by the name of Bazzard ; my clerk." " iZ"« doesn't live here ?" " No, he goes his ways after office hours. In fact, he is off' duty here, altogether, just at present; and a Firm down stairs with which I have business relations, lend me a substitute. But it would be extremely difficult to replace Mr. Bazzard." " He must be very fond of you," said Eosa. "He bears up against it with commendable fortitude if ho is," returned Mr. Grewgio\is, after considering the matter. " But I 158 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. doubt if he is. Not particularly so. You see, lie is discontented, poor fellow." *' Why isn't he contented ?" was the natural inquiry. " Misplaced," said Mr. Grewgious, with great mystery. Eosa's eyebrows resumed their inquisitive and perplexed ex- pression. " So misplaced," Mr. Grewgious went on, " that I feel con- stantly apologetic towards him. And he feels (though he doesn't mention it) that I have reason to be." Mr. Grewgious had by this time grown so very mysterious, that Hosa did not know how to go on. While she was thinking about it Mr. Grewgious suddenly jerked out of himself for the second tim-e : " Let's talk. We were speaking of Mr. Bazzard. It's a secret, and moreover it is Mr. Bazzard's secret ; but the sweet presence at my table makes me so unusually expansive, that I feel I must impart it in inviolable confidence. What do you think Mr. Bazzard has done ?" " Oh dear !" cried Eosa, drawing her chair a little nearer, and her mind reverting to Jasper, " nothing dreadful, I hope ?" "He has written a play," said Mr. Grewgious, in a solemn Avhisper. " A tragedy." Eosa seemed much relieved. " And nobody," pursued Mr. GreAvgious in the same tone, " will hear, on any account whatever, of bringing it out." Eosa looked reflective, and nodded her head slowly ; as who should say : " Such things are, and why are they !" " Now, 3^ou know," said Mr. Grewgious, " I couldn't write a play." " Not a bad one, sir ?" asked Eosa, innocently, with her eye- brows again in action. " No. If I was under sentence of decapitation, and was about to be instantly decapitated, and an express arrived with a pardon for the condemned convict Grewgious if he wrote a play, I should be under the necessity of resuming the block and begging the executioner to proceed to extremities, — meaning," said Mr. Grew- gious, passing his hand under his chin, " the singular number, and this extremity." Eosa appeared to consider what she would do if the awkward supposititious case were hers. " Consequently," said Mr. Grewgious, " Mr. Bazzard would have a sense of my inferiority to himself under any circumstances ; but when I am his master, you know, the case is greatly aggravated." Mr. Grewgious shook his head seriousl}^ as if he felt the offence to be a little too much, though of his own committing. " How came you to be his master, sir ?" asked Eosa. "A question that naturally follows," said Mr. Grewgious. " Let's talk. Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitchfork, and every agricultural implement available for assaulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son's having written a play. So the son, A FLIGHT. 159 bringing to me tlie father's rent (wliicli I receive), imparted his secret, and pointed out that he was determined to pursue his genius, and that it would put him in peril of starvation, and that he was not formed for it." " For pursuing his genius, sir ?" *' No, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, " for starvation. It was impossible to deny the position that Mr. Bazzard was not formed to be starved, and Mr. Bazzard then pointed out that it was desirable that I should stand between him and a fate so perfectly unsuited to his formation. In that way Mr. Bazzard became my clerk, and he feels it very much." " I am glad he is grateful," said Rosa. *'I didn't quite mean that, my dear. I mean that he feels the degradation. There are some other geniuses that Mr. Bazzard has become acquainted with, who have also written tragedies, w^hich likewise nobody will on any account whate^^er hear of bringing out, and these choice spirits dedicate their plays to one another in a highly panegyrical manner. Mr. Bazzard has l^een the subject of one of these dedications. Now, you know, I never had a play dedicated to me /" Eosa looked at him as if she would have liked him to be the recij^ient of a thousand dedications. *■' Which again, naturally, rubs against the grain of Mr. Bazzard," said Mr. Grewgious. "He is very short with me sometimes, and then I feel that he is meditating ' This blockhead is my master ! A fellow who couldn't write a traged}^ on pain of death, and who will never have one dedicated to him with the most complimentary congratulations on the high position he has taken in the eyes of posterity !' Very tr^'ing, very trying. How- ever, in giving him directions, I reflect beforehand : * Perhaps he may not like this,' or ' He might take it ill if I asked that,' and so we get on very well. Indeed, better than I could have expected." " Is the tragedy named, sir ?" asked Eosa. " Strictly between ourselves," answered Mr. Grewgious, " it has ii dreadfull}' appropriate name. It is called The Thorn of Anxiety. But Mr. Bazzard hopes — and I hope — that it will come out at last." It was not hard to divine that Mr. Grewgious had related the Bazzard history thus fully, at least quite as much for the recrea- tion of his ward's mind from the subject that had driven her there, as for the gratification of his own tendency to be social and com- municative. " And now, my dear," he said at this point, " if you are not too tired to tell me more of what passed to-day — but only if you feel quite able — I should be glad to hear it. I may digest it the better, if I slee}) on it to-night." Eosa, composed now, gave him a faithful account of the inter- view. Mr. Grewgious often smoothed his head while it was in progress, and begged to be told a second time those parts which bore on Helena and Neville. When Eosa had finished, he sat, grave, silent, and meditative, for a while. " Clearly narrated," was his only remark at last, " and, I hope, 160 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. clearly put away here," smoothing his head again : " See, my dear," taking her to the open window, " where they live ! Tlia dark windows over yonder." " I may go to Helena to-morrow ?" asked Rosa. *' I should like to sleep on that question to-night," he answered, doubtfully. " But let me take you to your own rest, for you must need it." With that, Mr. Grewgious helped her to get her hat on again, and hung upon his arm the very little bag that was of no earthly use, and led her by the hand (with a certain stately awkwardness, as if he were going to walk a minuet) across Holborn, and into Furni- val's Inn. At the hotel door, he confided her to the Unlimited head chambermaid, and said that while she went up to see her room, he would remain below, in case she should wish it exchanged for another, or should find that there was anything she wanted. Rosa's room was airy, clean, comfortable, almost gay. The Unlimited had laid in everything omitted from the very little bag (that is to say, everything she could possibly need), and Rosa tripped down the great many stairs again, to thank her guardian for his thoughtful and affectionate care of her. " Not at all, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, infinitely gratified ; " it is I who thank jou for your charming confidence and for your charming company. Your breakfast will be provided for you in a neat, comjDact, and graceful little sitting-room (appropriate to your figure), and I will come to you at ten o'clock in the morn- ing. I hope you don't feel very strange indeed, in this strange place." " Oh no, I feel so safe !" " Yes, you may be sure that the stairs are fire-proof," said Mr. Grewgious, " and that any outbreak of the devouring element would be perceived and suppressed by the watchmen." " I did not mean that," Rosa replied. " I mean, I feel so safe from him." " There is a stout gate of iron bars to keep him out," said Mr. Grewgious, smiling, " and Furnival's is fire-proof and specially watched and lighted, and I live over the way !" In the stoutness of his knight-errantry, he seemed to think the last-named protec- tion all-sufficient. In the same spirit, he said to the gate-porter as he went out, " If some one staying in the hotel should wish to send across the road to me in the night, a crown will be ready for the messenger." In the same spirit, he walked up and down outsido the iron gate for the best part of an hour, with some solicitude : occasionally looking in between the bars, as if he had laid a dove in a high roost in a cage of lions, and had it on his mind that she might tumble out. THE MYSTEKY OF EDWIN DROOD. IGl CHAPTEK XXI. A EECOGNITION. Nothing occurred in the night to flutter the tired dove, and the dove arose refreshed. With Mr. Grewgious Avhen the clock struck ten in the morning, came Mr. Crisparkle, who had come at one plunge out of the river at Cloisterham. " Miss Twinkleton was so uneasy, Miss Rosa," he explained to her, " and came round to Ma and me with your note, in such a state of wonder, that, to quiet her, I volunteered on this service by the very first train to be caught in the morning. I wished at the time that you had come to me ; but now I think it best that you did as you did, and came to your guardian." " I did think of vou," Eosa told him : " but Minor Canon Corner was so near him " " I understand. It was quite natural." " I have told Mr, Crisparkle," said Mr. Grewgious, " all that you told me last night, my dear. Of course I should have written it to him immediately; but his coming was most opportune. And it was particularly kind of him to come, for he had but just gone." " Have you settled," asked Rosa, appealing to them both, " what is to be done for Helena and her brother ?" " Why really," said Mr. Crisparkle, " I am in great perplexity. If even Mr. Grewgious, whose head is much longer than mine and who is a whole night's cogitation in advance of me, is undecided, what must I be !" The Unlimited here put her head in at the door — after having rapped, and been authorized to present herself — announcing that a gentleman wished for a word with another gentleman named Crisparkle, if any such gentleman were there. If no such gentle- man were there, he begged pardon for being mistaken. " Such a gentleman is here," said Mr. Crisparkle, " but is en- gaged just now." " Is it a dark gentleman ?" interposed Rosa, retreating on her guardian. " No, Miss, more of a brown gentleman." " You are sure not with black hair ?" asked Rosa, taking- courage. " Quite sure of that. Miss. Brown hair and blue eyes." " Perhaps," hinted Mr. Grewgious, with habitral caution, " it might be well to see him, reverend sir, if you don't object. AVhen one is in a difficulty, or at a loss, one never knows in what direc- tion a way out may chance to open. It is a business principle of mine, in such a case, not to close up any direction, but to keep an eye on every direction that may present itself. I could relate an anecdote in point, but that it would be premature." " If Miss Rosa will allow me then ? Let the gentleman come in." said Mr. Crisparkle. The gentleman came in ; aj^ologised, with a frank but modest M 162 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. grace, for not finding Mr. Crisparlde alone ; turned to Mr. Cris- parkle, and smilingly asked the unexpected question : " AVlio am I ?" " You are the gentleman I saw smoking under the trees in Staple Inn a few minutes ago." " True. There I saw you. Who else am I ?" Mr. Crisparlde concentrated his attention on a handsome face» much sunburt ; and the ghost of some departed boy seemed to rise, gradually and dimly, in the room. The gentleman saw a struggling recollection lighten up the Minor Canon's features, and smiling again, said : " What will 3^ou have for breakfast this morning ? . You are out of jam." " Wait a moment !" cried Mr. Crisparkle, raising his right hand. " Give me another instant ! Tartar !" 'i he two shook hands with the greatest heartiness, and then went the wonderful length — for Englishmen — of laying their hands each on the other's shoulders, and looking joyfully each into the other's face. " My old fag !" said Mr. Crisparlde. " My old master !" said Mr. Tartar. "You saved me from drowning!" said Mr. Crisparkle. " After which you took to swimming, jou know !" said Mr» Tartar. " God bless my soul !" said Mr. Crisparkle. " Amen !" said Mr. Tartar. And then they fell to shaking hands most heartily again. " Imagine," exclaimed Mr. Crisparkle, with glistening eyes : " Miss Eosa Bud and Mr. Grewgious, imagine Mr. Tartar, when he was the smallest of juniors, diving for me, catching me, a big heavy senior, by the hair of the head, and striking out for the shore with me like a water-giant !" '' Imagine my not letting him sink, as I was his fag !" said Mr. Tartar. " But the truth being that he was my best protector and friend, and did me more good than all the masters put toge- ther, an irrational impulse seized me to pick him up, or go down with him." " Hem ! Permit me, sir, to have the honor," said Mr. Grew- gious, advancing with extended hand, " for an honor I truly esteem it. I am proud to make your acquaintance. I hope you didn't take cold. I hope you were not inconvenienced by swallowing too much water. How have you been since ?" It was by no means apparent that Mr. Grewgious knew what he said, though it was very apparent that he meant to say some- thing highly friendly and appreciative. If Heaven, Eosa thought, had but sent such courage and skill to her poor mother's aid ! And he to have been so slight and young then ! " I don't wish to be comjDlimented upon it, I thank you, but I think I have an idea," Mr. Grewgious announced, after taking a jog- trot or two across the room, so unexpected and unaccountable that they had all stared at him, doubtful whether he was choking or had the cramp. " I thiitk I have an idea. I believe I have had the A RECOGNITION. 163 pleasure of seeing Mr. Tartar's name as tenant of the top set in the house next the top set in the corner ?" " Yes, sir," returned Mr. Tartar. " You ai-e right so far." " I am right so far," said Mr. Grewgious. " Tick that off," which he did, with his right thumb on his left. " Might you happen to know the name of your neighbour in the top set on the other side of the party-wall ?" coming very close to Mr. Tartar, to lose nothing of his face, in his shortness of sight. " Landless." " Tick that off," said Mr. Grewgious, taking another trot, and then coming back. " No personal knowledge, I suppose, sir ?" " Slight, but some." " Tick that off," said Mr. Grewgious, taking another trot, and again coming back. " Nature of knowledge, Mr. Tartar ?" " I thought he seemed to be a young fellow in a poor way, and I asked his leave — only within a day or so — to share my flowers up there with him ; that is to say, to extend my flower-garden to his windows." *' Would you have the kindness to take seats?" said Mr. Grew- gious. " I have an idea !" They complied ; Mr. Tartar none the less readily, for being all abroad ; and Mr. Grewgious, seated in the centre, with his hands upon his knees, thus stated his idea, with his usual manner of having got the statement by heart. " I cannot as yet make up my mind whether it is prudent to hold open communication under present circumstances, and on the part of the fair member of the present company, with Mr. Neville or Miss Helena. I have reason to know that a local friend of ours (on whom I beg to bestow a passing but a hearty malediction, with the kind permission of my reverend friend) sneaks to and fro, and dodges up and down. When not doing so himself, he may have some informant skulking about, in the person of a watchman, porter, or such-like hanger-on of Staple. On the other hand, Miss Eosa very naturally wishes to see her friend Miss Helena, and it would seem important that at least Miss Helena (if not her brother too, through her) should privately know from Miss Rosa's lips what has occurred, and what has been threatened. Am I agreed with generally in the views I take ?" " I entirely coincide with them," said Mr. Crisparkle, who had been very attentive. "As I have no doubt I should," added Mr. Tartar, smiling, " if I understood them." " Fair and softly, sir," said Mr. Grewgious ; " we shall fully confide in you directly, if you will favor us with your permission. Now, if our local friend should have any informant on the spot, it is tolerably clear that such informant can only be set to watch the chambers in the occupation of Mr. Neville. He reporting, to our local friend, who comes and goes there, our local friend would supply for himself, from his own previous knowledge, the identity of the parties. Nobody can be set to watch all Staple, or to concern himself with comers and goers to other sets of chambers : unless, indeed, mine." M 2 164 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. " I begin to understand to what you tend," said Mr. Crisparkle, " and highly approve of your caution." " I needn't repeat that I know nothing yet of the why and wherefore," said Mr. Tartar ; " but I also understood to what you tend, so let me say at once that my chambers are freely at your disposal." " There !" cried Mr. Grewgious, smoothing his head triumph- antly. " Now we have all got the idea. You have it, my dear ?" " I think I have," said Kosa, blushing a little as Mr. Tartar looked quickly towards her. " You see, you go over to Staple with Mr. Cris23arkle and Mr. Tartar," said Mr. Grewgious ; " I going in and out and out and in, alone, in my usual way ; you go up with those gentlemen to Mr. Tartar's rooms ; you look into Mr. Tartar's flower-garden ; you wait for Miss Helena's appearance there, or you signify to Miss Helena that you are close by ; and you communicate with her freely, and no spy can be the wiser," " I am very much afraid I shall be " " Be what, my dear ?" asked Mr. Grewgious, as she hesitated. " Not frightened ?" " No, not that," said Rosa, shyly ; — " in Mr. Tartar's way. We seem to be appropriating Mr. Tartar's residence so very coolly." " I protest to you," returned that gentleman, " that I shall think the better of it for evermore, if your voice sounds in it only once." Eosa not quite knowing what to say about that, cast down her eyes, and turning to Mr. Grewgious, dutifully asked if she should put her hat on ? Mr. Grewgious being of opinion that she could not do better, she withdrew for the purpose. Mr. Crisparkle took the opportunity of giving Mr. Tartar a summary of the distresses of Neville and his sister ; the opportunity was quite long enough, as the hat happened to require a little extra fitting on. Mr. Tartar gave his arm to Eosa, and Mr. Crisparkle walked, detached, in front. " Poor, poor Eddy !" thought Eosa, as they went along. Mr. Tartar waived his right hand as he bent his head down over Eosa, talking in an animated way. "It was not so powerful or so sun-browned when it saved Mr. Crisparkle," thought Eosa, glancing at it ; " but it must have been very steady and determined even then." Mr. Tartar told her he had been a sailor, roving everywhere for years and years. " When are you going to sea again ?" asked Eosa. " Never !" Eosa wondered what the girls would say if they could see her crossing the wide street on the sailor's arm. And she fancied that the passers-by must think her very little and very helpless, con- trasted with the strong figure that could have caught her up and (;arried her out of any danger, miles and miles without resting. She was thinking further, that his far-seeing blue eyes looked as if they had been used to watch danger afar off, and to watch it without flinching, drawing nearer and nearer : when, happening to A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON. 165 raise her own eyes, slie found that he seemed to be thinking some- thing about tliem. This a little confused Eosebud, and may account for her never afterwards quite knowing hoAv she ascended (with his help) to his garden in the air, and seemed to get into a marvellous country that came into sudden bloom like the country on the summit of the magic bean-stalk. May it flourish for ever ! CHAPTEE XXII. A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON. Mr. Tartar's chambers were the neatest, the cleanest, and the best ordered chambers ever seen under the sun, moon, and stars. The floors were scrubbed to that extent, that you might have supposed the London blacks emancipated for ever, and gone out of the land for good. Every inch of brass- work in Mr. Tartar's possession was polished and burnished, till it shone like a brazen mirror. Xo speck, nor spot, nor spatter soiled the purity of any of Mr. Tartar's house- hold gods, large, small, or middle-sized. His sitting-room was like the admiral's cabin, his bath-room was like a dairy, his sleeping-chamber, fitted all about with lockers and drawers, was like a seedsman's shop ; and his nicely-balanced cot just stirred in the midst, as if it breathed. Everything belonging to Mr. Tartar had quarters of its own assigned to it : his maps and charts had their quarters ; his books had theirs ; his brushes had theirs ; his boots had theirs ; his clothes had theirs ; his case-bottles had theirs ; his telescopes and other instruments had theirs. Everything was readily accessible. Shelf, bracket, locker, hook, and drawer were equally within reach, and were equally contrived with a view to avoiding waste of room, and providing some snug inches of stowage for something that would have exactly fitted nowhere else. His gleaming little service of plate was so arranged upon his sideboard as that a slack salt-spoon would have instantly betrayed itself; his toilet implements were so arranged upon his dressing-table as that a toothpick of slovenly deportment could have been reported at a glance. So with the curiosities he had brought home from various voyages. Stuffed, dried, repolished, or otherwise pre- served, according to their kind; birds, fishes, reptiles, arms, articles of dress, shells, seaweeds, grasses, or memorials of coral reef ; each was displaj^ed in its especial place, and each could have been displayed in no better place. Paint and varnish seemed to be kept somewhere out of sight, in constant readiness to obliterate stray finger-marks wherever any might become perceptible in Mr. Tartar's chambers. Xo man-of-war was ever kept more spick and span from careless touch. On this bright summer day, a neat awning was rigged over Mr. Tartar's flower-garden as only a sailor could rig it ; and there was a sea-going air upon the whole effect, so delightfully complete, that the flower-garden might have apper- tained to stern-windows afloat, and the whole concern might have 166 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. "bowled away gallantly witk all on board, if Mr. Tartar had only clapped to his lips the speaking-trumpet that was slung in a corner, and given hoarse orders to have the anchor up, look alive there, men, and get all sail upon her ! Mr. Tartar doing the honors of this gallant craft, was of a piece with the rest. When a man rides a'li amiable hobby that shies at nothing and kicks nobody, it is only agreeable to find him riding it with a humorous sense of the droll side of the creature. When the man is a cordial and an earnest man by nature, and withal is perfectly fresh and genuine, it may be doubted whether he is ever seen to greater advantage than at such a time. So Rosa would have naturally thought (even if she hadn't been conducted over the ship with all the homage due to the First Lady of the Admiralty, or First Fairy of the Sea), that it was charming to see and hear Mr. Tartar half laughing at, and half rejoicing, in his various con- trivances. So Rosa would have naturally thought, anyhow, that the sunburnt sailor showed to great advantage when, the inspec- tion finished, he delicately withdrew out of his admiral's cabin, beseeching her to consider herself its Queen, and waving her free of his flower-garden with the hand that had had Mr. Crisparkle's life in it. " Helena ! Helena Landless ! Are you there ?" " Who speaks to me ? Not Rosa ?" Then a second handsome face appearing. " Yes, my darling !" " Why, how did you come here, dearest ?" " I — ^I don't quite know," said Rosa with a blush ; " unless I am dreaming !" Why with a blush ? For their two faces were alone with the other flowers. Are blushes among the fruits of the country of the magic beanstalk. • " I am not dreaming," said Helena, smiling. " I should take more for granted if I were. How do we come together — or so near together — so very unexpectedly ?" Unexpectedly indeed, among the dingy gables and chimney- pots of P. J. T.'s connection, and the flowers that had sprung from the salt sea. But Rosa, waking, told in a hurry how they came to be together, and all the why and wherefore of that matter. " And Mr. Crisparkle is here," said Rosa, in rapid conclusion ; " and could you believe it ? Long ago, he saved his life !" " I could believe any such thing of Mr. Crisparkle," returned Helena, with a mantling face. (More blushes in the beanstalk country !) " Yes, but it wasn't Mr. Crisparkle," said Rosa, quickly putting in the correction. " I don't understand, love." " It was very nice of Mr. Crisparkle to be saved," said Rosa, " and he couldn't have shown his high opinion of Mr. Tartar more ex- pressively. But it was Mr. Tartar who saved him." Helena's dark eyes looked very earnestly at the bright face among the leaves, and she asked, in a slower and more thoughtful tone : " Is Mr. Tartar with you now, dear ?" A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES OX. 167 " Ko ; because he lias given up his rooms to me — to us, I mean. It is such a beautiful place !" " Is it ?" "It is like the inside of the most exquisite ship that ever sailed. It is like — it is like " " Like a dream ?" suggested Helena. Eosa answered with a little nod, and smelled the flowers. Helena resumed, after a short pause of silence, during which she seemed (or it was Eosa's fancy) to compassionate somebody : " My poor Neville is reading in his own room, the sun being so Yery bright on this side just now. I think he had better not know that you are so near." " Oh, I think so too !" cried Eosa very readil3^ " I suppose," pursued Helena, doubtfully, " that he must know b3''-and-by all you have told me ; but I am not sure. Ask Mr. Cris- parkle's advice, mj darling. Ask him whether I may tell Neville as much or as little of what you have told me as I think best." Eosa subsided into her state-cabin, and propounded the question. The Minor Camon was for the free exercise of Helena's judg- ment. " I thank him very much," said Helena, when Eosa emerged again with her report. " Ask him whether it would be best to wait until any more maligning and pursuing of Neville on the part of this wretch shall disclose itself, or to trj^ to anticipate it : I mean, so far as to find out whether any such goes on darkly about us ?" The Minor Canon found this point so difficult to give a confident opinion on, that, after two or three attempts and failures, he sug- gested a reference to Mr. Grewgious. Helena acquiescing, he betook himself (with a most unsuccessful assumption of lounging indifference) across the quadrangle to P. J. T.'s, and stated it. Mr. Grewgious held decidedl}^ to the general principle, that if you could steal a march upon a brigand or a wild beast, you had better do it ; and he also held decidedly to the special case, that John Jasper was a brigand and a wild beast in combination. Thus advised, Mr. Crisparkle came back again and reported to Eosa, who in her turn reported to Helena. She, now steadily pur- suing her train of thought at her window, considered thereupon. " We may count on Mr. Tartar's readiness to help us, Eosa ?" she inquired. yes ! Eosa shyly thought, so. yes, Eosa shyly believed she could almost answer for it. But should she ask Mr. Crisparkle ? " I think your authority on the point as good as his, my dear," said Helena, sedately, " and you needn't disappear again for that." Odd of Helena ! "You see, Neville" Helena pursued after more reflection " knows no one else here : he has not so much as exchanged a word with any one else here. If Mr. Tartar would call to see him openly and often ; if he would spare a minute for the purpose, frequentl}^ ; if he would even do so, almost daily ; something might come of it." " Something might come of it, dear ?" repeated Eosa, surveying 168 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. lier friend's beauty witli a highly perplexed face. " Something might " If Neville's movements are really watched, and if the purpose really is to isolate him from all friends and acquaintance and wear his daily life out grain by grain (which would seem to be the threat to you), does it not appear likely," said Helena, " that his enemy would in some way communicate with J\lr. Tartar to warn him off from Keville ? In which case, we might not only know the fact but might know from Mr. Tartar what the terms of the com- munication were." " I see !" cried Eosa. And immediately darted into her state- cabin again. Presently her pretty face reappeared, with a greatlj^ heightened colour, and she said that she had told Mr. Crisparkle, and that Mr. Crisparkle had fetched in Mr. Tartar, and that Mr. Tartar — " who is waiting now in case you want him," added Eosa, with a half look back, and in not a little confusion between the inside of the state-cabin and out — had declared his readiness to act as she had suggested, and to enter on his task that very day. " I thank him from my heart," said Helena. " Pray tell him so." Again not a little confused between the Flower Garden and the Cabin, Eosa dipped in with her message, and dipped out again with more assurances from Mr. Tartar, and stood wavering in a divided state between Helena and him, which proved that confusion is not always necessarily awkward, but may sometimes present a pleasant appearance. " And now, darling," said Helena, " we will be mindful of tho caution that has restricted us to this interview for the present, and will part. I hear Neville moving too. Are 3^ou going back ?" " To Miss Twinkleton's?" asked Eosa. " Yes." " 0, I could never go there any more ; I couldn't indeed, after that dreadful interview !" said Eosa. " Then where are you going, prett}' one ?" " Now I come to think of it, 1 don't know," said Eosa. " I have settled nothing at all yet, but my guardian will take care of me. Don't be uneasy, dear. I shall be sure to be somewhere." (It did seem likely.) " And I shall hear of my Eosebud from Mr. Tartar ?" inquired Helena. " Yes, I suppose so ; from " Eosa looked back again in a flutter, instead of supplying the name. " But tell me one thing before we part, dearest Helena. Tell me that you are sure, sure, sure, I couldn't help it." " Help it, love ?" " Help making him malicious and revengeful. I couldn't hold any terms with him, could I ?" " You know how I love you, darling," answered Helena, with indignation ; " but I would sooner see you dead at his wicked feet." " That's a great comfort to me ! And you will tell your poor brother so, won't you ? And you will give him my remembrance and TCij sympathy ? And you will ask him not to hate me?" A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON. 169 With a mournful shake of the head, as if that would be quite a superfluous entreaty, Helena lovingly kissed her two hands to her friend, and her friend's two hands were kissed to her ; and then she saw a third hand (a brown one) appear among the flowers and leaves, and help her friend out of sight. The reflection that Mr. Tartar produced in the Admiral's Cabin by merely touching the spring knob of a locker and the handle of a drawer, was a dazzling enchanted repast. Wonderful macaroons, glittering liqueurs, magically preserved tropical spices, and jellies of celestial tropical fruits, displayed themselves profusely at an instant's notice. But Mr. Tartar could not make time stand still ; and time, with his hardhearted fleetness, strode on so fast, that Eosa was obliged to come down from the Beanstalk country ta earth, and her guardian's chambers. " And now, my dear," said Mr. Grewgious, " what is to be done next ? To put the same thought in another form ; what is to be done with you ?" Eosa could only look apologetically sensible of being very much in her own way, and in everybod}^ else's. Some passing idea of living, fireproof, up a good many stairs in Furnival's Inn for the rest of her life, was the only thing in the nature of a plan that occurred to her. " It has come into my thoughts," said Mr. Grewgious, " that as the respected lady. Miss Twinkleton, occasionally repairs to London in the recess, with the view of extending her connexion, and being available for interviews with metropolitan parents, if any — whether, until we have time in which to turn ourselves round, we might invite Miss Twinkleton to come and stay with you for a month ?" *' Stay where, sir ?" " Whether," explained Mr. Grewgious, " we might take a fur- nished lodging in town for a month, and invite Miss Twinkleton to asssume the charge of you in it for that period ?" " And afterwards ?" hinted Eosa. " And afterwards," said Mr. Grewgious, " we should be no worse off than we are now." " I think that might smooth the way," assented Eosa. " Then let us," said Mr. Grewgious, rising, " go and look for a furnished lodging. Nothing could be more acceptable to me than the sweet presence of last evening, for all the remaining evenings of my existence ; but these are not fit surroundings for a young lady. Let us set out in quest of adventures, and look for a furnished lodging. In the meantime, Mr. Crisparkle here, about to return home immediately, will no doubt kindly see Miss Twin- kleton and invite that lady to co-operate in our plan." Mr. Crisparkle, willingly accepting the commission, took his departure ; Mr. Grewgious and his ward set forth on their expe- dition. As Mr. Grewgious's idea of looking at a furnished lodging was to get on the opposite side of the street to a house with a sui table bill in the window, and stare at it; and then work his way tortuously to the back of the house, and stare at that ; and then 170 THE MYSTEEY OF EDWIN DROOD. not go in, but make similar trials of another house, witli tlie same result ; their progress was but slow. At length he bethought him- self of a widowed cousin, divers times removed, of Mr. Bazzard's, who had once solicited his influence in the lodger world, and who lived in Southampton Street, Bloomsbury Square. This lady's name, stated in uncompromising capitals of considerable size on a brass door-plate, and yet not lucidly as to sex or condition, was BlLLICKlN. Personal faintness, and an overpowering personal candour, were the distinguishing features of Mrs. Billickin's organization. She came languishing out of her own exclusive back parloi*, with the air of having been expressly brought-to for the purpose, from an accumulation of several swoons. " I hope I see you well, sir," said Mrs. Billickin, recognizing her visitor Avith a bend. " Thank you, quite well. And you, ma'am ?" returned Mr. Grew- gious. " I am as well," said Mrs. Billickin, becoming aspirational with excess of faintness, " as I hever ham." " My ward and an elderly lad}^" said Mr. Grewgious, " wish to find a genteel lodging for a month or so. Have you any apart- ments available, ma'am ?" " Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, " I will not deceive you ; far from it. I liave apartments available." This, with the air of adding : " Convey me to the stake, if you will ; but while I live, I will be candid." " And now, what apartments, ma'am ?" asked Mr. Grewgious, cosily. To tame a certain severity apparent on the part of Mrs. Billickin. *' There is this sitting-room — which call it what you will, it is the front parlor, Miss," said Mrs. Billickin, impressing Eosa into the conversation : " the back parlor being what I cling to and never part with ; and there is two bedrooms at the top of the 'ouse with gas laid on. I do not tell you that your bedroom floors is firm, for firm they are not. The gas-fitter himself allowed that to make a firm job, he must go right under your jistes, and it were not worth the outlay as a yearly tenant so to do. The piping is carried above your jistes, and it is best that it should be made known to you." Mr. Grewgious and Eosa exchanged looks of some dismay, though they had not the least idea what latent horrors this carriage of the piping might involve. Mrs. Billickin put her hand to her heart, as having eased it of a load. " Well ! The roof is all right, no doubt," said Mr. Grewgious, plucking up a little. " Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, " if I was to tell you, sir, that to have nothink above j^ou is to have a floor above you, I should put a deception upon you which I will not do. No, sir. Your slates will rattle loose at that elewation in windy weather, do your utmost, best or worst I I defy you, sir, be you what jom may, to keep your slates tight, try how you can," Here Mrs. Billickin, having been warm with Mr. Grewgious, cooled a little, A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES OX. 171 not to abuse the moral power slie lield over him. " Consequent," proceeded Mrs. Billickin, more mildly, but still firmly in . lier incorruptible candour : " consequent it would be worse than of no use for me to trapse and travel up to the top of the 'ouse with you, and for you to say, ' Mrs. Billickin, what stain do I notice in the ceiling, for a stain I do consider it ?' and for me to answer, * I do not understand you, sir.' No sir ; I will not be so underhand. I do understand you before you pint it out. It is the wet, sir. It do come in, and it do not come in. You may lay dry there, half your lifetime ; but the time will come, and it is best that you should know it, when a dripping sop would be no name for you." Mr. Grewgious looked much disgraced by being prefigured in this pickle. " Have you any other apartments, ma'am ?" he asked. "Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, with much solem- nity, " I have. You ask me have I, and my open and my honest answer air, I have. The first and second floors is wacant, and sweet rooms." " Come, come ! There's nothing against them,'' said Mr. Grew- gious, comforting himself. " Mr. Grewgious," replied Mrs. Billickin, " pardon me, there is the stairs. Unless your mind is prepared for the stairs, it will lead to inevitable disappointment. You cannot, Miss," said Mrs. Billickin, addressing Eosa, reproachfully, " place a first floor, and far less a second, on the level footing of a parlor. No, you cannot do it. Miss, it is beyond your power, and wherefore trj' ?" Mrs. Billickin put it very feelingly, as if Eosa had shown a headstrong determination to hold the untenable position. *' Can we see these rooms, ma'am ?" inquired her guardian. *' Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, " you can. I will not disguise it from you, sir, you can." Mrs. Billickin then sent into her back parlor for her shawl (it being a state fiction, dating from immemorial antiquity, that she could never go anywhere without being wrapped up), and having been enrolled by her attendant, led the way. She made various genteel pauses on the stairs for breath, and clutched at her heart in the drawing-room as if it had very nearly got loose, and she had caught it in the act of taking wing. " And the second floor ?" said Mr. Grewgious, on finding the first satisfactory. "Mr. Grewgious," replied Mrs. Billickin, turning upon him with ceremony, as if the time had now come when a distinct understanding on a difficult point must be arrived at, and a solemn confidence established, " the second floor is over this." " Can we see that too, ma'am ?" " Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Billickin, " it is open as the day." That also proving satisfactory^, Mr. Grev/gious retired into a window with Eosa for a few words of consultation, and then asking for pen and ink, sketched out a line or two of agreement. In the meantime Mrs. Billickin took a seat, and delivered a kind of Index to, or Abstract of, the general question. " Five-and-forty shillings per week by the month certain at the 172 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DEOOD. time of year," said Mrs. Billickin, " is only reasonable to both parties. It is not Bond Street nor yet St. James's Palace ; but it is not pretended that it is. Neither is it attempted to be denied — for why should it ? — that the Arching leads to a Mews. Mewses must exist. Respecting attendance ; two is kep', at liberal wages. "Words has arisen as to tradesmen, but dirty shoes on fresh hearth- stoning was attributable, and no wish for a commission on jour orders. Coals is either hy the fire, or per the scuttle." She emphasized the prepositions as marking a subtle but immense difference. " Dogs is not viewed with faviour. Besides litter, they gets stole, and sharing suspicions is apt to creep in, and unpleas- antness takes place." By this time Mr. Grewgious had his agreement-lines, and his earnest-money, ready. " I have signed it for the ladies, ma'am," he said, " and you'll have the goodness to sign it for yourself. Christian and Surname, there, if you please." " Mr. Grewgious," said Mrs. Billickin in a new burst of candour, " no, sir ! You must excuse the Christian name." Mr. Grewgious stared at her. " The door-plate is used as a protection," said Mrs. Billickin, " and acts as such, and go from it I will not." Mr. Grewgious stared at Rosa. " No, Mr. Grewgious, you must excuse me. So long as this 'ouse is known indefinite as Billickin's, and so long as it is a doubt with the riff-raff where Billickin may be hidin', near the street door or down the airy, and what his weight and size, so long I feel safe. But commit myself to a solitary female statement, no. Miss ! Nor would you for a moment wish," said Mrs. Billickin, with a strong- sense of injury, " to take that advantage of your sex, if you was not brought to it by inconsiderate example." Rosa reddening as if she had made some most disgraceful attempt to overreach the good lady, besought Mr. Grewgious to rest content with any signature. And accordingly, in a baronial way, the sign-manual Billickin got appended to the document. Details were then settled for taking possession on the next day but one, when Miss Twinkleton might be reasonably expected ; and Rosa went back to Furnival's Inn on her guardian's arm. Behold Mr. Tartar walking up and down Furnival's Inn, checking himself when he saw them coming, and advancing towards them ! " It occurred to me," hinted Mr. Tartar, " that we might go up the river, the weather being so delicious and the tide serving. I have a boat of my own at the Temple Stairs." " I have not been up the river for this many a day," said Mr. Grewgious, tempted. " I was never up the river," added Rosa. Within half an hour they were setting this matter right by going up the river. The tide was running with them, the after- noon was charming. Mr. Tartar's boat was perfect. Mr. Tartar and Lobley (Mr. I'artar's man) pulled a pair of oars. Mr. Tartar had a yacht, it seemed, lying somewhere down by Greenhithe ; and Mr. Tartar's man had charge of this yacht, and was detached upon his present service. He was a jolly favored man, with tawny w > I— ( H A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COilES OX. 173 liair and whiskers, and a big reel face. He was the dead image of the sun in old woodcuts, his hair and whiskers answering for rays all round him. Kesplendent in the bow of the boat, he was a shining sight, with a man-of-war's man's shirt on — or off, according to opinion — and his arms and breast tattoo'd all sorts of patterns. Lobley seemed to take it easily, and so did Mr. Tartar ; yet their oars bent as they pulled, and the boat bounded under them. Mr. Tartar talked as if he were doing nothing, to Rosa who was really doing nothing, and to Mr. Grewgious who was doing this much that he steered all wrong ; but what did that matter, when a turn of Mr. Tartar's skilful wrist, or a mere grin of Mr. Lobley 's over the bow, put all to rights ! The tide bore them on in the gayest and most sparkling manner, until they stopped to dine in some ever- lastingly green garden, needing no matter-of-fact identification here; and then the tide obligingly turned — being devoted to that party alone for that day ; and as they "floated idly among some osier beds, Rosa tried what she could do in the rowing way, and came off splendidly, being much assisted ; and Mr. Grewgious tried what he could do, and came off on his back, doubled up with an oar under his chin, being not assisted at all. Then there was an interval of rest under boughs (such rest !) what time Mr. Lobley mopped, and, arranging cushions, stretchers, and the like, danced the tight rope the whole length of the boat like a man to whom shoes were a superstition and stockings slavery ; and then came the sweet return among delicious odours of limes in bloom, and musical rip- plings ; and, all too soon, the great black city cast its shadow on the waters, and its dark bridges spanned them as death sj^ans life, and the everlastingly green garden seemed to be left for everlasting, unregainable and far away. " Cannot people get through life without gritty stages, I wonder !" Eosa thought next day, when the town was very gritty again, and everything had a strange and an uncomfortable appearance of seeming to wait for something that wouldn't come. No. She began to think, that, now the Cloisterham school days had glided past and gone, the gritty stages would begin to set in at intervals and make themselves wearily known ! Yet what did Rosa expect ? Did she expect Miss Twinkleton ? Miss Twinkleton duly came. Forth from her back parlor issued the Billickin to receive Miss Twinkleton, and War was in the Billickin's eye from that fell moment. Miss Twinkleton brought a quantit}' of luggage with her, having all Rosa's as well as her own. The Billickin took it ill that Miss Twinkleton's mind, being sorely disturbed by this luggage, failed to take in her personal identity with that clearness of perception which was due to its demands. Stateliness mounted her gloomy throne upon the Billickin's brow in consequence. And when Miss Twinkleton, in agitation taking stock of her trunks and packages, of which she had seventeen, particularly counted in the Billickin herself as number eleven, the B found it necessary to repudiate. " Things cannot too soon be put upon the footing," said she, with a candour so demonstrative as to be almost obtrusive, " that the person of the 'ouse is not a box nor yet a bundle, nor a carpet 174 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. "bag. No, I am 'ily obleeged to you, Miss Twinkleton, nor yet a beggar." This last disclaimer had reference to Miss Twinkleton's dis- tractedly pressing two and sixj)ence on her, instead of the cabman. Thus cast off, Miss Twinkleton wildly inquired, " which gentle- man " was to be paid ? There being two gentlemen in that position (Miss Twinkleton having arrived with two cabs), each gentleman on being paid held forth his two and sixpence on the flat of his open hand, and, with a speechless stare and a dropped jaw, displayed his wrong to heaven and earth. Terrified by this alarming sjDec- tacle, Miss Twinkleton placed another shilling in each hand ; at the same time appealing to the law in flurried accents, and recounting her luggage this time with the two gentlemen in, who caused the total to come out complicated. Meanwhile the two gentlemen, each looking very hard at the last shilling grumblingly, as if it might become eighteenpence if he kept his eyes on it, descended the doorsteps, ascended their carriages, and drove away, leaving Miss Twinkleton on a bonnet-box in tears. The Billickin beheld this manifestation of weakness without sympathy, and gave directions for " a young man to be got in " to wrestle with the luggage. When that gladiator had disappeared from the arena, peace ensued, and the new lodgers dined. But the Billickin had somehow come to the knowledge that Miss Twinkleton kept a school. The leap from that knowledge to the inference that Miss Twinkleton set herself to teach her some- thing, was easy. " But ^'■ou don't do it," soliloquised the Billickin ; " I am not your pupil, whatever she," meaning Eosa, " may be, poor thing !" Miss Twinkleton on the other hand, having changed her dress and recovered her spirits, was animated by a bland desire to improve the occasion in all waj^s, and to be as serene a model as possible. In a happy compromise between her two states of exist- ence, she had already become, with her workbasket before her, the equably vivacious companion with a slight judicious flavouring of information, when the Billickin announced herself. " I will not hide from you, ladies," said the B, enveloped in the shawl of state, " for it is not my character to hide neither my motives nor my actions, that I take the liberty to look in upon you to express a 'ope that your dinner was to your liking. Though not Professed but Plain, still her wages should be a sufficient object to her to stimilate to soar above mere roast and biled." " We dined very well indeed," said Rosa, " thank you." " Accustomed," said Miss Twinkleton, with a gracious air which to the jealous ears of the Billickin seemed to add my " my good woman " — " Accustomed to a liberal and nutritious, yet plain and salutary diet, we have found no reason to bemoan our absence from the ancient city, and the methodical household, in which the quiet routine of our lot has been hitherto cast." " I did think it well to mention to my cook," observed the Billickin with a gush of candour, " which I 'ope you will agree with. Miss Twinkleton, was a right precaution, that the young lady being used to what we should consider here but poor diet, had A GKITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES OX. 175 "better be brought forward by degrees. For, a riisli from scanty feeding to generous feeding, and from what you may call messing to what you may call method, do require a power of constitution, which is not often found in youth, particular when undermined by boarding-school !" It will be seen that the Billicldn now openly pitted herself against Miss Twinkleton, as one whom she had fully ascertained to be her natural enemy. " Your remarks," returned Miss Twinkleton, from a remote moral eminence, " are well meant, I have no doubt ; but you will permit me to observe that they develop a mistaken view of the subject, which can only be imputed to your extreme want of accurate information." " My informiation," retorted the Billickin, throwing in an extra syllable for the sake of emphasis at once polite and powerful : " My informiation. Miss Twinkleton, were my own experience, which I believe is usually considered to be good guidance. But whether so or not, I was put in youth to a very genteel boarding- school, the mistress being no less a lady than yourself, of about your own age or it may be some years younger, and a poorness of blood flowed from the table which has run through my life." " Very likely," said Miss Twinkleton, still from her distant eminence ; " and very much to be deplored. Eosa, my dear, how are you getting on with your work ?" " Miss Twinkleton," resumed the Billickin, in a courtly manner, " before retiring on the Int, as a lady should, I wish to ask of yourself as a lady, whether I am to consider that my words is doubted ?" " I am not aware on what ground you cherish such a suppo- sition," began Miss Twinkleton, when the Billickin neatly stopped her. " Do not, if you please, put suppositions betwixt my lips, where none such have been impai ted by myself. Your flow of words is great. Miss Twinkleton, and no doubt is expected from you by your pupils, and no doubt is considered worth the money. No doubt, I am sure. But not paying for flows of words, and not asking to be favored with them here, I wish to repeat my question." " If you refer to the poverty of your circulation," began Miss . Twinkleton, when again the Billickin neatly stopped her. " I have used no such expressions." " If you refer then to the poorness of your blood." " Brought upon me," stipulated the Billickin, expressly, " at a boarding-school." " Then," resumed Miss Twinkleton, " all I can say, is, that I am bound to believe on j^our asseveration that it is very poor indeed. I cannot forbear adding, that if that unfortunate circumstance influences your conversation, it is much to be lamented, and it is eminently desirable that your blood were richer. Eosa, my dear, how are you getting on with your work ?" " Hem ! Before retiring, Miss," proclaimed the Billickin to Eosa, loftily cancelling Miss Twinkleton, "I should wish it to be 176 THE MYSTEKY OF EDWIN DROOD. understood between yonrself and me that my transactions in futnre is with you alone. I know no elderly lady here, Miss, none older than yourself." " A highly desirable arrangement, Rosa, my dear," observed Miss Twinkleton. " It is not, Miss," said the Billickin, with a sarcastic smile, " that I po-ssess the Mill I have heard of, in which old single ladies could be ground up young (what a gift it would be to some of us \), but that I limit myself to you totally." " When I have any desire to communicate a request to the person of the house, Eosa, my dear," observed Miss Twinkleton, with majestic cheerfulness, "I will make it known to you, and you will kindly undertake, I am sure, that it is conveyed to the proper quarter." " Good-evening, Miss," said the Billickin, at once affectionately and distantly. " Being alone in my eyes, I wish you good-evening with best wishes, and do not find myself drove, I am truly 'appy to say, into expressing my contempt for any indiwidual, unfortunately for yourself, belonging to you." The Billickin gracefully withdrew with this parting speech, and from that time Eosa occupied the restless position of shuttlecock between these two battledores. Nothing could bo done without a smart match being played out. Thus, on the daily-arising question of dinner. Miss Twinkleton would say, the three being present together : " Perhaps, my love, you will consult with the person of the house, whether she can procure us a lamb's fry ; or, failing that, a roast fowl." On which the Billickin w^ould retort (Eosa not having spoken a word), " If you was better accustomed to butcher's meat, Miss, you would not entertain the idea of a lamb's fry. Firstlj'', because lambs has long been sheep, and secondly, because there is such things as killing-days, and there is not. As to roast fowls. Miss, why you must be quite surfeited with roast fowls, letting alone your buying, when you market for yourself, the agedest of poultry with the scaliest of legs, quite as if you was accustomed to picking "em out for cheapness. Try a little inwention. Miss. Use your- self to 'ousekeeping a bit. Come now, think of somethink else." To this encouragement, offered with the indulgent toleration of a wise and liberal expert. Miss Twinkleton would rejoin, red- dening : " Or, my dear, you might propose to the person of the house a duck." " Well, Miss !" the Billickin would exclaim (still no w^ord being spoken by Eosa), " you do surprise me when you speak of ducks ! Not to mention that they're getting out of season and very dear, it really strikes to my heart to see you have a duck ; for the breast, which is the only delicate cuts in a duck, alwaj^s goes in a direc- tion which I cannot imagine where, and your own plate comes down so miserably skin-and-bony ! Try again. Miss. Think more of yourself and less of others. A dish of sweetbreads now, or a bit •of mutton. Somethink at which you can get your equal chance." A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON. 177 Occasionally the game would wax very brisk indeed, and would be kej)t up with a smartness rendering such an encounter as this quite t^me. But the Billickin almost invariably made by far the higher score ; and would come in with side hits of the most unex- pected and extraordinary description, when she seemed without a chance. All this did not improve the gritty state of things in London, or the air that London had acquired in Eosa's eyes of waiting for something that never came. Tired of working and conversing with Miss Twinkleton, she suggested working and reading : to which Miss Twinkleton readily assented, as an admirable reader, of tried powers. But Eosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twin- kleton didn't read fairly. She cut the love scenes, interpolated pas- sages in praise of female celibacy, and was guilty of other glaring pious frauds. As an instance in point, take the glowing passage : " Ever dearest and best adored, said Edward, clasping the dear head to his breast, and drawing the silken hair through his caress- ing fingers, from which he suffered it to fall like golden rain ; ever dearest and best adored, let us fly from the unsympathetic world and the sterile coldness of the stony-hearted, to the rich warm Paradise of Trust and Love." Miss Twinkleton's fraudulent version tamely ran thus : " Ever engaged to me with the consent of our parents on both sides, and the approbation of the silver-haired rector of the district, said Edward, respectfully raising to his lips the taper fingers so skilful in embroidery, tambour, crochet, and other truly feminine arts ; let me call on thy papa 'ere to-morrow's dawn has sunk into the west, and propose a suburban establish- ment, lowly it may be, but within our means, v/here he will be always welcome as an evening guest, and where every arrangement shall invest economy, and cons-tant interchange of scholastic acquirements, with the attributes of the ministering angel to domestic bliss." As the days crept on and nothing happened, the neighbours began to say that the pretty girl at BiUickin's, who looked so wistfully and so much out of the gritty windows of the drawing- room, seemed to be losing her spirits. The pretty giri might have lost them but for the accident of lighting on some books of voyages and sea-adventure. As a compensation against their romance, Miss Twinkleton, reading aloud, made the most of all the latitudes and longitudes, bearings, winds, currents, offsets, and other sta- tistics (which she felt to be none the less improving because they expressed nothing whatever to her) ; while Eosa, listening in- tently, made the most of what was nearest to her heart. So they both did better than before. N 178 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. CHAPTEE XXIII. THE DAWN AGAIN. Although Mr. Crisparkle and John Jasper met daily iinder tlio Cathedral roof, nothing at any time passed between them bearing- reference to Edwin Drood after the time, more than half a year gone by, when Jasper mutely showed the Minor Canon the con- clusion and the resolution entered in "his Diary. It is not likely that they ever met, though so often, without the thoughts of each reverting to the subject. It is not likely that they ever met, though so often, without a sensation on the part of each that the other was a perplexing secret to him. Jasper as the denouncer and pursuer of Neville Landless, and Mr. Crisparkle as his con- sistent advocate and protector, must at least have stood sufficiently in opposition, to have speculated with keen interest on the steadi- ness and next direction of the other's designs. But neither ever broached the theme. False pretence not being in the Minor Canon's nature, he doubtless displayed openly that he would at any time have revived the subject, and even desired to discuss it. The determined reticence of Jasper, however, was not to be so approached. Impassive, moody, solitary, resolute, so concentrated on one idea, and on its attendant fixed purpose, that he would share it with no fellow- creature, he lived apart from human life. Constantly exercising an Art which brought him into mechanical harmony with others, and which could not have been pursued unless he and they had been in the nicest mechanical relations and unison, it is curious to consider that the spirit of the man was in moral accordance or interchange with nothing around him. This indeed he had confided to his lost nephew, before the occasion for his present inflexibility arose. That he must know of Eosa's abrupt departure, and that he must divine its cause, was not to be doubted. Did he suppose that he had terrified her into silence, or did he suppose that she had imparted to any one — to Mr. Crisparkle himself for instance — the particulars of his last interview with her? Mr. Crisparkle could not determine this in his mind. He could not but admit, however, as a just man, that it was not, of itself, a crime to fall in love with Eosa, any more than it was a crime to offer to set love above revenge. The dreadful suspicion of Jasper which Eosa was so shocked to have received into her imagination, appeared to have no harbour in Mr. Crisparkle's. If it ever haunted Helena's thoughts, or Neville's, neither gave it one spoken word of utterance. Mr. Grewgious took no pains to conceal his implacable dislike of Jasper, yet he never referred it, however distantly, to such a source. But he was a reticent as well as an eccentric man ; and he made no mention of a certain evening when he warmed his hands at the Gate House fire, and looked steadily down upon a certain heap of torn and miry clothes upon the floor. Drowsy Cloisterham, whenever it awoke to a passing recon- THE T>A.WS!i AGAIN. 179 sideration of a story above six months old and dismissed by the bench of magistrates, was pretty equally divided in opinion whether John Jasper's beloved nephew had been killed by his treacherously passionate rival, or in an open struggle : or had, for his own jDurposes, spirited himself away. It then lifted Tip its head, to notice that the bereaved Jasper was still ever devoted to discovery and revenge ; and then dozed off again. This was the condition of matters, all round, at the period to which the ptresent history has now attained. The Cathedral doors have closed for the night ; and the Choir Master, on a short leave of absence for two or three services, sets his face towards London. He travels thither by the means by which Rosa travelled, and arrives, as Rosa arrived, on a hot, dusty evening. His travelling baggage is easily carried in his hand, and he repairs with it, on foot, to a hybrid hotel in a little square behind Aldersgate Street, near the General Post Office. It is hotel, b)oarding-house, or lodging-house, at its visitor's oj)tion. It announces itself, in the new Railway Advertisers, as a novel ■enterjDrise, timidly beginning to spring up. It bashfully, almost apologetically, gives the traveller to understand that it does not expect him, on the good old constitutional hotel plan, to order a pint of sweet blacking for his drinking, and throw it away ; but insinuates that he may have his boots blacked instead of his stomach, and maybe also have bed, breakfast, attendance, and a porter up all night, for a certain fixed charge. From these and similar premises, many true Britons in the lowest spirits deduce that the times are levelling times, except in the article of high roads, of which there will shortly be not one in England. He eats without appetite, and soon goes forth again. Eastward and still eastward through the stale streets he takes his way, until he reaches his destination : a miserable court, specially miserable among many such. He ascends a broken staircase, opens a door, looks into a dark stifling room, and says : " Are you alone here ?" "Alone, deary; worse luck for me and better for you," replies a croaking voice. " Come in, come in, whoever you be : I can't see you till I light a match, yet I seem to know the sound of your speaking. I am acquainted with you, ain't I ?" " Light your match, and try." " So I will, deary, so I will ; but my hand that shakes, as I can't lay it on a match all in a moment. And I cough so, that, put my matches where I may, I never find 'em there. They jump and start, as I cough and cough, like live things. Are you off a voyage, deary?" " No." " Not seafaring ?" " No." " Well, there's land customers, and there's water customers. I'm a mother to both. Different from Jack Chinaman t'other side the court. He ain't a father to neither. It ain't in him. And he ain't got the true secret of mixing, though he charges as N 2 180 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. I much as me that has, and more if he can get it. Here's a match,, and now where'sthe candle ? If my cough takes me, I shall cough out twenty matches afore I gets a light." But she finds the candle, and lights it before the cough comes on. It seizes her in the moment of success, and she sits down rocking herself to and fro, and gasping at intervals, " Oh, my lungs is awful bad, my lungs is wore away to cabbage-nets !" until the fit is over. During its continuance she has had no power of sight, or any other power not absorbed in the struggle ; but as it leaves her, she begins to strain her eyes, and as soon as she is able to articulate, she cries, staring : " Why, it's you !" " Are you so surprised to see me ?" " I thought I never should have seen you again, deary. 1 thought you was dead, and gone to Heaven." " Why ?" " I didn't suppose you could have kept away, alive, so long, from the poor old soul with the real receipt for mixing it. And you are in mourning too ! Wh}^ didn't you come and have a pipe or two of comfort ? Did they leave you money, perhaps, and so you didn't want comfort ?" "No!" " Who was they as died, deary ?" " A relative." " Died of what, lovey ?" " Probably, Death." " We are short to-night !" cries the woman, with a propitiatory laugh. " Short and snapj^ish, we are ! But we're out of sorts for want of a smoke. We've got the all-overs, haven't us, deary? But this is the place to cure 'em in ; this is the place where the all-overs is smoked off!" " You may make ready then," replies the visitor, " as soon as you like." He divests himself of his shoes, loosens his cravat, and lies across the foot of the squalid bed, with his head resting on his left hand. " Now, you begin to look like yourself," says the woman, approvingly. " Now, I begin to know my old customer indeed !' Been trjdng to mix for yourself this long time, poppet ?" " I have been taking it now and then in my own way." " Never take it your own way. It ain't good for trade, and it ain't good for j^ou. Where's my inkbottle, and where's my thimble, and where's my little spoon? He's going to take it in a artful form now, my deary dear!" Entering on her process, and beginning to bubble and blow at the faint spark enclosed in the hollow of her hands, she speaks from time to time, in a tone of snuffling satisfaction, without leaving off. When he speaks, he does so without looking at her, and as if his thoughts were alread}^ roaming away by anticipation. " I've got a pretty many smokes ready for you, fii'st and last,, haven't I, chuckey ?" " A good many." THE DAWN AGAIN. 181 *' When you first come, you was quite new to it; warn't ye?" " Yes, I was easily disposed of, then." " But you got on in the world, and was able by-and-by to take y^our pipe with the best of 'em, warn't ye ?" " Ay. And the worst." " It's just ready for you. What a sweet singer you was when you first come! Used to drop your head, and sing yourself off, like a bird ! It's ready for you now, deary." He takes it from her with great care, and puts the mouthpiece to his lips. She seats herself beside him, ready to refill the pipe. After inhaling a few whiffs in silence, he doubtingly accosts her with : " Is it as potent as it used to be ?" " What do you speak of, deary ?" "What should I speak of, but what I have in my mouth?" " It's just the same. Always the identical same." " It doesn't taste so. And it's slower." " You've got more used to it, you see." " That may be the cause, certainly. Look here." He stops, becomes dreamy, and seems to forget that he has invited her attention. She bends over him, and speaks in his ear. " I'm attending to you. Says you just now, look here. Says I now, I am attending to ye. We was talking just before of your being used to it." " I know all that. I was only thinking. Look here. Suppose you had something in your mind; something you were going to do." " Yes, deary ; something I was going to do ?" " But had not quite determined to do." " Yes, deary." " Might or might not do, you understand." " Yes." With the point of a needle she stirs the contents of the bowl. " Should you do it in your fancy, when you were lying here doing this ?" She nods her head. " Over and over again." " Just like me ! I did it over and over again. I have done it hundreds of thousands of times in this room." *' It's to be hoped it was pleasant to do, deary." " It was pleasant to do !" He says this with a savage air, and a spring or start at her. Quite unmoved, she retouches and replenishes the contents of the bowl with her little spatula. Seeing her intent upon the occupa- tion, he sinks into his former attitude. " It was a journey, a difficult and dangerous journey. That was the subject in my mind. A hazardous and perilous journey, over abysses where a slip would be destruction. Look down, look down ! You see what lies at the bottom there ?" He has darted forward to say it, and to point at the ground, as though at some imaginary object far beneath. The woman looks at him, as his spasmodic face approaches close to hers, and not at his pointing. She seems to know what the influence of her perfect quietude will be ; if so, she has not miscalculated it, for he sub- sides again. 182 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD, "Well; I have told you, I did it, liere, hundreds of thousands of times. What do I say ? I did it millions and billions of times. I did it so often, and through such vast expanses of .time, that when it was really done, it seemed not worth the doing, it was done so soon." "That's the journey you have been away upon?" she quietly remarks. He glares at her as he smokes ; and then, his eyes becoming filmy, answers : " That's the journey." Silence ensues. His eyes are sometimes closed and sometimes open. The woman sits beside him, very attentive to the pipe, which is all the while at his lips. " I'll warrant," she observes, when he has been looking fixedly at her for some consecutive moments, with a singular appearance in his eyes of seeming to see her a long way off, instead of so near him : " I'll warrant you made the journey in a many ways, when 3^ou made it so often ?" " No, always in one way." " Always in the same way ?" " In the way in which it was really made at last ?" " And always took the same pleasure in harping on it ?" "Ay." For the time he appears unequal to any other reply than this lazy monosyllabic assent. Probably to assure herself that it is not the assent of a mere automaton, she reverses the form of her next sentence. " Did you never get tired of it, deary, and try to call up some- thing else for a change ?" He struggles into a sitting posture, and retorts upon her : " What do you mean ? What did I want ? What did I come for ?" She gently lays him back again, and, before returning him the instrument ho has dropped, revives the fire in it with her own breath ; then says to him, coaxingly : " Sure, sure, sure ! Yes, yes, yes ! Now, I go along with you. You was too quick for me. I see now. You come o' purpose to take the journey. Why, I might have known it, through its standing by you so." He answers first with a laugh, and then with a passionate setting of his teeth : " Yes, I came on purpose. When I could not bear my life, I came to get the relief, and I got it. It was one ! It WAS one !" This rej^etition with extraordinary vehemence, and the snarl of a wolf. She observes him very cautiously, as though mentally feeling her way to her next remark. It is : " There was a fellow-traveller, deary." " Ha ha ha !" He breaks into a ringing laugh, or rather yell. " To think," he cries, " how often fellow-traveller, and yet not know it ! To think how many times he went the journey, and never saw the road !" THE DAWN AGAIN. 183 The woman kneels upon the floor, with her arms crossed on the coverlet of the bed, close by him, and her chiD upon them. In this crouching attitude, she watches him. The pipe is falling from his mouth. She puts it back, and laying her hand upon his chest, moves him slightly from side to side. Upon that he speaks, as if she had spoken. " Yes ! I always made the journey first, before the changes of colours and the great landscapes and glittering processions began. They couldn't begin till it was off my mind. I had no room till then for anything else." Once more he lapses into silence. Once more she lays her hand upon his chest, and moves him slightly to and fro, as a cat might stimulate a half-slain mouse. Once more he speaks, as if she had spoken. " What ? I told you so. When it comes to be real at last, it is so short that it seems unreal for the first time. Hark !' " Yes, dear}'-. I'm listening." " Time and place are both at hand." He is on his feet, sjDcaking in a whisper, and as if in the dark. " Time, place, and fellow-traveller," she suggests, adopting his tone, and holding him softly by the arm. " How could the time be at hand unless the fellow-traveller was ? Hush ! The journey's made. It's over." " So soon ?" •' That's what I said to you. So soon. Wait a little. This is a vision. I shall sleep it off. It has been too short and easy. I must have a better vision than this ; this is the poorest of all. No struggle, no consciousness of peril, no entreaty — and yet I never saw that before." W^ith a start. " Saw what, deary ?" " Look at it ! Look what a poor, mean, miserable thing it is ! That must be real. It's over !" He has accompanied this incoherence with some wild unmeaning gestures ; but they trail off into the progressive inaction of stupor, and he lies a log upon the bed. The woman, however, is still inquisitive. W^ith a repetition of her catlike action she slightly stirs his body again, and listens ; stirs again, and listens ; whisj)ers to it, and listens. Finding it past all rousing for the time, she slowly gets upon her feet, with an air of disappointment, and flicks the face with the back of her hand in turning from it. But she goes no further away from it than the chair upon the hearth. She sits in it, with an elbow on one of its arms, and her chin upon her hand, intent upon him. " I heard ye say once," she croaks under her breath, " I heard ye say once, when I was lying where you're lying, and you were making your sjDcculations upon me, ' Unintelligible !' I heard you say so, of two more than me. But don't ye be too sure always; don't ye be too sure, beauty !" Unwinking, cat-like, and intent, she presently adds : " Not so potent as it once was ? Ah ! Perhaps not at fij-st. You may be more 184 THE MYSTEEY OF EDWIN DROOD. right there. Practice makes perfect. I may have learned the secret how to make ye talk, deary." He talks no more, whether or no. Twitching in an agiy way from time to time, both as to his face and limbs, he lies heavy and silent. The wretched candle bums down; the woman takes its expiring end between her fingers, lights another at it, crams the guttering frying morsel deep into the candlestick, and rams it home with the new candle, as if she were loading some ill-savoured and unseemly weapon of witchcraft ; the new candle in its turn burns down ; and still he lies insensible. At length what remains of the last candle is blown out, and daylight looks into the room. It has not looked very long, when he sits up, chilled and shaking, slowly recovers consciousness of where he is, and makes himself ready to depart. The woman receives what he pays her with a grateful " Bless ye, bless ye, deary !" and seems, tired out, to begin making herself ready for sleep as he leaves the room. But seeming may be false or true. It is false in this case, for, the moment the stairs have ceased to creak under his tread, she glides after him, muttering emphatically : " I'll not miss ye twice !" There is no egress from the court but by its entrance. With a weird peep from the doorway, she watches for his looking back. He does not look back before disappearing, with a wavering step. She follows him, peeps from the court, sees him still faltering on without looking back, and holds him in view. He repairs to the back of Aldersgate Street, where a door imme- diately opens to his knocking. She crouches in another doorwaj^, watching that one, and easily comprehending that he puts up temporarily at that house. Her patience is unexhausted by hours. For sustenance she can, and does, buy bread within a hundred yards, and milk as it is carried past her. He comes forth again at noon, having changed his dress, but carrying nothing in his hand, and having nothing carried for him. He is not going back into the country, therefore, just yet. She follows him a little way, hesitates, instantaneously turns con- fidently, and goes straight into the house he has quitted. '' Is the gentleman from Cloisterham indoors ?" " Just gone out." *' Unlucky. When does the gentleman return to Cloisterham ?" " At six this evening." " Bless ye and thank ye. May the Lord prosper a business where a civil question, even from a poor soul, is so civilly answered !" " I'll not miss ye twice !" repeats the poor soul in the street, and not so civilly. " I lost ye last, where that omnibus you got into nigh your journey's end plied betwixt the station and the place. I wasn't so much as certain that you even went right on to the place. Now, I know ye did. My gentleman from Cloisterham, I'll be there before ye and bide your coming. I've swore my oath that I'll not miss ye twice !" ' Accordingly, that same evening the poor soul stands in Cloister- THE DAWN AGAIX 185 ham High Street, looking at the many quaint gables of the Xuns' House, and getting through the time as she best can until nine o'clock ; at which hour she has reason to suppose that the arriving omnibus passengers may have some interest for her. The friendly darkness, at that hour, renders it easy for her to ascertain whether this be so or not ; and it is so, for the passenger not to be missed twice arrives among the rest. " Kow, let me see what becomes of you. Go on !" An observation addressed to the air. And yet it might be addressed to the passenger, so compliantly does he go on along the High Street until he comes to an arched gateway, at which he unexpectedly vanishes. The poor soul quickens her pace ; is swift, and close upon him entering under the gateway ; but only sees a postern staircase on one side of it, and on the other side an ancient vaulted room, in which a large-headed, grey-haired gentleman is writing, under the odd circumstances of sitting open to the thoroughfare and eyeing all who pass, as if he werie toil-taker of the gateway : though the way is free. " Halloa !" he cries in a low voice, seeing her brought to a standstill : " who are you looking for?" " There v/as a gentleman passed in here this minute, sir." " Of course there was. What do you want with him ?" " Where do he live, deary ?" " Live ? Up that staircase." "Bless ye! Whisper. What's his name, deary ?" " Surname Jasper, Christian name John. Mr. John Jasper." " Has he a calling, good gentleman?" " Calling ? Yes. Sings in the choir." " In the spire ?" " Choir." " What's that ?" Mr. Datchery rises from his papers, and comes to his doorstep. ** Do you know what a cathedral is ?" he asks, jocosely. The woman nods. " What is it ?" She looks puzzled, casting about in her mind to find a definition, when it occurs to her that it is easier to point out the substantial object itself, massive against the dark-blue sky and the early stars. " That's the answer. Go in there at seven to-morrow morning, and you may see Mr, John Jasper, and hear him too." "Thank ye! Thank ye !" The burst of triumph in which she thanks him, does not escape the notice of the single buffer of an easy temper living idly on his means. He glances at her ; clasps his hands behind him, as the wont of such buff'ers is ; and lounges along the echoing p)recincts at her side. " Or," he suggests, with a backward hitch of his head, " you can go up at once to Mr. Jasper's rooms there." The woman eyes him with a cunning smile, and shakes her head. " Oh ! You don't want to speak to him ?" 186 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DKOOD. She repeats lier dumb reply, and forms with her lips a soundless "No." " You can admire him at a distance three times a day, when- ever you like. It's a long way to come for that, though." The woman looks up quickly. If Mr. Datchery thinks she is to be so induced to declare where she comes from, he is of a much easier temper than she is. But she acquits him of such an artful thought, as he lounges along, like the chartered bore of the city, with his uncovered grey hair blowing about, and his pur- poseless hands rattling the loose money in the pockets of his trousers. The chink of the money has an attraction for her greedy ears. " Wouldn't you help me to pay for my travellers' lodging, dear gentleman, and to pay my way along ? I am a poor soul, I am indeed, and troubled with a grievous cough." " You know the travellers' lodging, I perceive, and are making directly for it," is Mr. Datchery's bland comment, still rattling his loose money. " Been here often, my good woman ?" " Once in all my life." " Ay, ay ?" They have arrived at the entrance to the Monks' Yineyard. An appropriate remembrance, presenting an exemplary model for imitation, is revived in the woman's mind by the sight of the place. She stops at the gate, and says energetically : " By this token, though you mayn't believe it. That a young gentleman gave me three and sixpence as I was coughing my breath away on this very grass. I asked him for three and six- pence, and he gave it me." " Wasn't it a little cool to name your sum ?" hints Mr. Datchery, still rattling. " Isn't it customary to leave the amount open ? Mightn't it have had the appearance, to the young gentleman — only the appearance — that he was rather dictated to ?" " Looke'e here, deary," she replies, in a confidential and per- suasive tone, " I wanted the money to lay it out on a medicine as does me good, and as I deal in. I told the young gentleman so, and he gave it me, and I laid it out honest to the last brass farden. I want to lay out the same sum in the same way now ; and if you'll give it me, I'll lay it out honest to the last brass farden again, upon my soul !" " What's the medicine ?" "I'll be honest with you beforehand, as well as after. It's opium." Mr. Datchery, with a sudden change of countenance, gives her a sudden look. ■ " It's opium, deary. Neither more nor less. And it's like a human creetur so far, that you always hear what can be said against it, but seldom what can be said in its praise." Mr. Datchery begins very slowly to count out the sum demanded of him. Greedily watching his hands, she continues to hold forth on the great example set him. " It was last Christmas Eve, just arter dark, the once that I was here afore, when the young gentleman gave me the three and six." THE DAWN AGAIN. 187 Mr. Datchery stops in his counting, finds lie has counted wrong, shakes his money together, and begins again. " And the young gentleman's name," she adds, " was Edwin." Mr. Datchery drops some money, stoops to pick it up, and reddens with the exertion as he asks : " How do you know the young gentleman's name ?" " I asked him for it, and he told it me. I only asked him the two questions, what was his Chris'en name, and whether he'd a sweetheart ? And he answered, Edwin, and he hadn't." Mr. Datchery pauses with the selected coins in his hand, rather as if he were falling into a brown study of their value, and couldn't bear to part with them. The woman looks at him dis- trustfully, and with her anger brewing for the event of his thinking better of the gift ; but he bestows it on her as if he were abstracting his mind from the sacrifice, and with many servile thanks she goes her way. John Jasper's lamp is kindled, and his Lighthouse is shining when Mr. Datchery returns alone towards it. As mariners on a dangerous voyage, approaching an iron-bound coast, may look along the beams of the warning light to the haven lying beyond it that may never be reached, so Mr. Datchery's wistful gaze is directed to this beacon, and beyond. His object in now revisiting his lodging, is merely to put on the hat which seems so superfluous an article in his wardrobe. It is half-past ten by the cathedral clock, when he walks out into the Precincts again ; he lingers and looks about him, as though, the enchanted hour when Mr. Durdles may be stoned home having struck, he had some expectation of seeing the Imp who is appointed to the mission of stoning him. In effect, that Power of Evil is abroad. Having nothing living to stone at the moment, he is discovered by Mr. Datchery in the unholy office of stoning the dead, through the railings of the churchyard. The Imp finds this a relishing and piquing pursuit ; firstly, because their resting-place is announced to be sacred ; and secondly, because the tall headstones are sufficiently like them- selves, on their beat in the dark, to justify the delicious fancy that they are hurt when hit. Mr. Datchery hails him with : " Halloa, Winks !" He acknowledges the hail with : " Halloa, Dick !" Their acquaintance seemingly having been established on a familiar footing. . " But I say," he remonstrates, " don't yer go a making my name public. I never means to plead to no name, mind yer. When they says to me in the Lock-up, a going to put me down in the book, ' What's your name ?' I says to them ' Find out.' Likeways when the}^ says ' What's your religion ?' I says, ' Find out.' " Which, it may be observed in passing, it would be immensely difficult for the State, however statistical, to do. " Asides which," adds the boy, " there ain't no family of Winkses." " I think there must be." "Yer lie, there ain't. The travellers give me the name on 188 THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. account of my getting no settled sleep and being knocked up all night ; whereby I gets one eye roused open afore I've shut the other. That's what Winks means. Deputy's the nighest name to indict me by : but yer wouldn't catch me pleading to that, neither." " Deputy be it always, then. We two are good friends ; eh. Deputy ?" " Jolly good." " I forgave you the debt you owed me when we first became acquainted, and manv of my sixpences have come your wav since ; eh, Deputy ?" " Ah ! And what's more, yer ain't no friend o' Jarsper's. What did he go a histing me off my legs for ?" " What indeed ! But never mind him now. A shilling of mine is going your way to-night, Deputy. You have just taken in a lodger I have been speaking to ; an infirm woman with a cough." " Puffer," assents Deputy, with a shrewd leer of recognition, and smoking an imaginary pipe, with his head very much on one side and his eyes very much out of their places : " Hopeum Puffer." " What is her name ?" " 'Er Eoyal Highness the Princess Puffer." " She has some other name than that ; where does she live ?" " Up in London. Among the Jacks." " The sailors ?" " I said so; Jacks. And Chayner men. And bother Knifers." " I should like to know, through you, exactly where she lives." " All right. Give us 'old." A shilling passes ; and, in that spirit of confidence which should pervade all business transactions between principals of honor, this piece of business is considered done. " But here's a lark !" cries Deputy. " Where did yer think 'Er Royal Highness is a goin' to, to-morrow morning ? Blest if she ain't a goin' to the Kin-free-der-el !" He greatly prolongs the word in his ecstacy, and smites his leg, and doubles himself up in a fit of shrill laughter. " How do you know that. Deputy ?" " Cos she told me so just now. She said she must be hup and hout o' purpose. She ses, ' Deputy, I must 'ave a early wash, and make myself as swell as I can, for I'm a goin' to take a turn at the KiN-FREE-DER-EL !' " He separates the syllables with his former zest, and, not finding his sense of the ludicrous sufficiently relieved by stamping about on the pavement, breaks into a slow and stately dance, perhaps supposed to be performed by the Dean. ^Ir. Datchery receives the communication with a well-satisfied though a pondering face, and l)rcaks up the conference. Returning to his quaint lodging, and sitting long over the supper of bread and cheese and salad and ale which Mrs. Tope has left prepared for him, he still sits when his supper is finished. At length he THE DAWN AGAIN. 189 rises, throws open the door of a corner cupboard, and refers to a few uncouth chalked strokes on its inner side. " I like," says Mr. Datchery, " the old tavern way of keeping^ scores. Illegible, except to the scorer. The scorer not committed, the scored debited with what is against him. Hum ; ha ! A very small score this ; a very poor score !" He sighs over the contemplation of its poverty, takes a bit of chalk from one of the cupboard shelves, and pauses with it in his hand, uncertain what addition to make to the account. " I think a moderate stroke," he concludes, " is all I am justified in scoring up;" so, suits the action to the word, closes the cup- board, and goes to bed. A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiquities and ruins are surjDassingly beautiful, with the lusty ivy gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs of birds, scents from gardens, woods, and fields — or, rather, from the one great garden of the whole cultivated island in its yielding time — penetrate into the Cathedral, subdue its earthy odour, and preach the Eesurrection and the Life. The cold stone tombs of centuries ago grow warm ; and flecks of brightness dart into the sternest marble corners of the building, fluttering there like wings. Comes Mr. Tope with his large keys, and ya^v^mingly unlocks and sets open. Come Mrs. Tope, and attendant sweeping sprites. Come, in due time, organist and bellows-boy, peeping down from the red curtains in the loft, fearlessly flapping dust from books up at that remote elevation, and whisking it from stops and pedals. Come sundry rooks, from various quarters of the sky, back to the great tower ; who may be presumed to enjoy vibration, and to know that bell and organ are going to give it them. Come a very small and straggling congregation indeed : chiefly from Minor Canon Corner and the Precincts. Come Mr. Crisparkle, fresh and bright ; and his ministering brethren, not quite so fresh and bright. Come the Choir in a hurry (always in a hurry, and strug- gling into their nightgowns at the last moment, like children shirking bed;, and comes John Jasper leading their line. Last of all comes Mr. Datchery into a stall, one of a choice em^^ty col- lection very much at his service, and glancing about him for Her Royal Highness the Princess Puffer. The service is pretty well advanced before Mr. Datchery can discern Her Royal Highness. But by that time he has made her out, in the shade. She is behind a pillar, carefully withdrawn from the Choir Master's view, but regards him with the closest attention. All unconscious of her presence, he chants and sings. She grins when he is most musically fervid, and — yes, Mr. Dat- chery sees her do it ! — shakes her fist at him behind the pillar's friendly shelter. Mr. Datchery looks again to convince himself. Yes, again ! As ugly and withered as one of the fantastic carvings on the under brackets of the stall seats, as malignant as the Evil One, as hard as the big brass eagle holding the sacred books upon his wings (and, according to the sculptor's representation of his fero- 190 THE MYSTERY OF ED^^TN DKOOD. cious attributes, not at all converted b}^ tliem), slie lings Herself in her lean arms, and tlien shakes both fists at the leader of the Ohoir. 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