A Little World Part 9

"Well, perhaps not altogether--I mean, I don't know," she said, in a slow hesitating way. "But really I must go home now; I promised not to be very long."

Janet watched her eagerly, then, as if to change the subject, kissed her affectionately, and thanked her for what she had done below, ending, at Patty's wish, by putting on her bonnet and accompanying her friend back to Duplex Street, D. Wragg being charged with a message for Monsieur Canau, who, according to custom on such occasions, came for his adopted daughter in the evening.

Volume 1, Chapter XV.

HUSBAND AND WIFE.

Nimrod may have been a mighty hunter in his day, but he was never anything to compare with Jared Pellet, who for twenty long years--that is to say, years of the ordinary length--had engaged in the chase of one savage, long-fanged, dire, snarling brute of a wolf, a hungry grinning wretch, grey and grim, and ever licking his thin gums. Old and lank he was, but a very giant in endurance; and very often circ.u.mstances were reversed, the hunter becoming the hunted, when it took all Jared's strength and courage to keep the wolf at bay.

That wolf had lain down his long, lean, hungry form at Jared's door when he married, and, on and off, he had been there ever since. What were Nimrod's feats to hunting or keeping at bay a wolf for twenty long years? Jared Pellet had done all this, and was ready to keep up the struggle with the wolf Poverty so long as he had breath left in his body.

They were busy in Duplex Street as usual. Jared was wax-ending a cracked clarionet, pausing every now and then to apply the reed to his lips and breathe out such a wail as would have produced goose-skin upon a stranger. Here, though it had no effect upon Mrs Jared, who was st.i.tching hard, nor upon Patty, bending over her work, there was another present who winced slightly, namely, Janet, who was paying one of her many visits to her friend; and as each wail arose, she drew in her breath between her set teeth and slightly knitted her brow. Then catching Patty's eye, the latter smiled and rose, and the two girls left the room to husband and wife.

"Ah!" said Mrs Jared, as soon as they were alone, "I do wish poor Canau would leave that horrid place."

"Used to it, and won't," said Jared, supplementing his speech with a dismal "too-hoo" from the clarionet.

"I don't like to be unkind to poor Janet," said Mrs Jared; "but I'm always in dread of something happening when Patty goes there."

"Too-hoo, too-roo, roo-roo," blew Jared from the half-cobbled instrument. "Hen's anxiety about her chicks!"

"Chicks! yes;" said Mrs Jared with a sigh, her thought's current turned.

"It is such a drawback having so many children, as well as the anxiety; what with the doctor and the nurse, and dear, dear, the extravagance of the old things, it is really dreadful; and when I'm up-stairs and can't help myself, I do so fidget about the expense. The tea that goes when Patty is not there is really infamous. I'm sure it's never used. And when you buy black at three shillings, and green at four, Mr Timson's best, it worries you terribly. If ever--you know what I mean--and I wanted one again poor Mrs Nimmer had promised to come, if I'd set her free on Sat.u.r.days for dusting, and, of course, on Sundays, and now she's ill."

From the wail which now arose from the clarionet it might have been supposed that Mrs Nimmer had been dead, but Jared did not speak.

"Oh, dear!" sighed Mrs Jared, "if we did not have so many children!"

"What's the good of grumbling?" grunted Jared; and then there was silence, only broken by the clicking of needle against thimble.

"When was she taken ill?" said Mrs Jared then.

"What? Mrs Nimmer?--last week. Break up, I think. She's past seventy."

Mrs Jared sighed again, and then Jared took up the ball as he went on busily cleaning the keys of the instrument.

"Children are expensive luxuries. Costly; they do eat so furiously; and I don't believe there ever were such children as ours to eat--bless 'em.

Poor folks' children ought to be born without appet.i.tes, instead of coming into the world with a double share. Some people do, I think, reckon the poor to be a different race to their n.o.ble selves; and if they are to be so looked on, it does seem a pity that Nature don't take the matter up and cover them with feathers or wool. What a saving it would be if they'd only moult every year and come out in a new suit!"

"Jared, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" said his wife.

"So I am, my dear," said Jared, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his face; "but it was you who grumbled. 'Like as the arrows in the hand of a giant;' and 'Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them.' That's it, isn't it? But they didn't pay rent and rates and taxes in those days, and every man had his own freehold in the land of Israel. Ah! there was no Duplex Street in the land in those days."

"Nor no Decadia," said Mrs Jared, tartly.

"No," said Jared, "nor no St Runwald's. By the way, I wonder who used to mend their musical instruments at that time."

Here Jared gave a loud nasal "whang-whung" upon the clarionet.

"There were the trumpets they blew before Jericho, you know," he continued. "They must have got cracked some time or other. They couldn't have had organs though, and Ichabods wern't invented to blow.

'To repairing clarionet, ninepence,'" he muttered, writing a little entry in a pocket-book. "Never mind the expense, my dear. Look at the breed: not such children anywhere. Talk about arrows: sharp as needles.

I wish, though, you'd ask that little one of Tim's here to play with them a little oftener. I like the child, and--and well there, I believe it's really an act of kindness."

"Poor little thing, yes," said Mrs Jared; "but she's not like a child; she's so old and strange, and don't seem to mix with them. Mr Ruggles came this afternoon just as Janet came up to the door."

"Tim Ruggles--what did he want? I don't owe him a penny."

"Don't talk in that way, dear, just as if all the people who came to the house wanted money."

"Well, don't they?" said Jared.

"No, dear, of course not, not all; and I don't think you ought to speak like that."

"Consequences of long habit, my dear," said Jared.

"And besides, Mr Ruggles never troubled you for money, though it has been owing to him sometimes till I've been ashamed to see him."

"That beautiful wife of his has though," said Jared, nursing one leg by the fire as he stirred the glue now melting in the little pot, preparing for some fresh piece of music cobbling.

Mrs Jared winced and looked uncomfortable.

"Bullied me terribly one day for two and ninepence. Bother the Jezebel!

I hate her, if it's only for the way in which she ill-uses that child.

'Pon my soul," exclaimed Jared excitedly, "I feel sometimes as if I could take the little thing away."

Here Jared stirred the glue so viciously, that a portion fell over into the fire, and a vile savour arose in his nostrils.

"But it was about her he came to-day," said Mrs Jared, nervously.

"What! little Pine?"

"No; about Mrs Ruggles," said Mrs Jared, speaking very hurriedly. "He says there is no doubt about poor Mrs Nimmer never being able again to perform her duties; and he wants you to use any little influence you may have with Mr Gray and Mr Timson."

"What for--mending?" said Jared.

"No, no; to back Mrs Ruggles in trying to get the appointment of pew-opener."

"What! Mrs Ruggles?"

"Yes, dear," exclaimed Mrs Jared, laying down her work.

"I'll see her--"

"And if you will," continued Mrs Jared, hastily interrupting her husband, whose glue was again in the fire, "he says that she will not mind the distance."

"I shouldn't think she would," exclaimed Jared. "Why, she'd scourge us all. Why, I hate her and she hates me, and has done ever since I spoke about her ill-using the little one. Why, before I'd stir a step to get the nasty old cat the post, I'd--"

"And Mr Ruggles says, if you would speak for her, he thinks her having occupation away would make it pleasanter for those at home, and little Pine would be more left to him; and it would be conferring an obligation upon him that he would never forget."