Tales Of The Trains Part 2

"'Never mind,--mix another;' and with that he pushed the decanter of brandy towards me, and filled his own gla.s.s to the brim.

"'Your health, Raggs,--I rather like you. I confess,' continued he, 'I've had rather a prejudice against your order. There is something d----d low in cutting about the country with patterns in a bag.'

"'We don't,' said I, rather nettled; 'we carry a pocket-book like this.'

And here I produced my specimen order; but with one shy of his foot the Duke sent it flying to the ceiling, as he exclaimed,--

"'Confound your patchwork!--try to be a gentleman for once!'

"'So I will, then,' said I. 'Here's your health, Devonshire.'

"'Take care,--take care,' said he, solemnly. 'Don't dare to take any liberties with me,--they won't do;' and the words made my blood freeze.

"I tossed off a gla.s.s neat to gain courage; for my head swam round, and I thought I saw his Grace sitting before me, in his dress as Knight of the Garter, with a coronet on his head, his 'George' round his neck, and he was frowning at me most awfully.

"'I did n't mean it,' said I, pitifully. 'I am only a bagman, but very well known on the western road,--could get security for three hundred pounds, any day, in soft goods.'

"'I am not angry, old Raggs,' said the Duke. 'None of my family ever bear malice. Let us have a toast,--"A speedy return to our rightful position on the Treasury benches."'

"I pledged his Grace with every enthusiasm; and when I laid my gla.s.s on the table, he wrung my hand warmly and said,--

"'Raggs, I must do something for you.'

"From that moment I felt my fortune was made. The friendship--and was I wrong in giving it that t.i.tle?--the friendship of such a man was success a.s.sured; and as I sipped my liquor, I ran over in my mind the various little posts and offices I would accept of or decline. They 'll be offering me some chief-justiceship in Gambia, or to be port-surveyor in the Isle of Dogs, or something of that kind; but I won't take it, nor will I go out as bishop, nor commander of the forces, nor collector of customs to any newly discovered island in the Pacific Ocean. 'I must have something at home here; I never could bear a sea-voyage,' said I, aloud, concluding my meditation by this reflection.

"'Why, you are half-seas-over already, Raggs,' said the Duke, as he sat puffing his cigar in all the luxury of a Pacha. 'I say,' continued he, 'do you ever play a hand at _ecarte_, or _vingt-et-un_, or any other game for two?'

"'I can do a little at five-and-ten,' said I, timidly; for it is rather a vulgar game, and I did n't half fancy confessing it was my favorite.

"'Five-and-ten!' said the Duke; 'that is a game exploded even from the housekeeper's room. I doubt if they'd play it in the kitchen of a respectable family. Can you do nothing else?'

"Pope-joan and pitch-and-toss were then the extent of my accomplishments; but I was actually afraid to own to them; and so I shook my head in token of dissent.

"'Well, be it so,' said he, with a sigh. 'Touch that bell, and let us see if they have a pack of cards in the house.'

"The cards were soon brought, a little table with a green baize covering--it might have been a hearth-rug for coa.r.s.eness--placed at the fire, and down we sat. We played till the day was beginning to break, chatting and sipping between time; and although the stakes were only sixpences, the Duke won eight pounds odd shillings, and I had to give him an order on a house in Leeds for the amount. I cared little for the loss, it is true. The money was well invested,--somewhat more profitably than the 'three-and-a-halfs,' any way.

"'Those horses,' said the Duke,--'those horses will feel a bit cold or so by this time. So I think, Raggs, I must take my leave of you. We shall meet again, I 've no doubt, some of these days. I believe you know where to find me in town?'

"'I should think so,' said I, with a look that conveyed more than mere words. 'It is not such a difficult matter.'

"'Well, then, good-bye, old fellow,' said he, with as warm a shake of the hand as ever I felt in my life. 'Goodbye. I have told you to make use of me, and, I repeat it, I 'll be as good as my word. We are not in just now; but there 's no knowing what may turn up. _Besides, whether in office or out, we are never without our influence_.'

"What extent of professions my grat.i.tude led me into, I cannot clearly remember now; but I have a half-recollection of pledging his Grace in something very strong, and getting a fit of coughing in an attempt to cheer, amid which he drove off as fast as the horses could travel, waving me a last adieu from the carriage window.

"As I jogged along the road on the following day, one only pa.s.sage of the preceding night kept continually recurring to my mind. Whether it was that his Grace spoke the words with a peculiar emphasis, or that this last blow on the drum had erased all memory of previous sounds; but so it was,--I continued to repeat as I went, 'Whether in office or out, we have always our influence.'

"This sentence became my guiding star wherever I went. It supported me in every casualty and under every misfortune. Wet through with rain, late for a coach, soaked in a damp bed, half starved by a bad dinner, overcharged in an inn, upset on the road, without hope, without an 'order,' I had only to fall back upon my talisman, and rarely had to mutter it twice, ere visions of official wealth and power floated before me, and imagination conjured up gorgeous dreams of bliss, bright enough to dispel the darkest gloom of evil fortune; and as poets dream of fairy forms skipping from the bells of flowers by moonlight, and light-footed elves disporting in the deep cells of water-lilies or sailing along some glittering stream, the boat a plantain-leaf, so did I revel in imaginary festivals, surrounded by peers and marquises, and thought I was hobn.o.bbing with 'the Duke,' or dancing a cotillon with Lord Brougham at Windsor.

"I began to doubt if a highly imaginative temperament, a richly endowed fancy, a mind glowing with bright and glittering conceptions, an organization strongly poetical, be gifts suited to the career and habits of a commercial traveller. The base and grovelling tastes of manufacturing districts, the low tone of country shopkeepers, the mean and narrow-minded habits of people in the hardware line, distress and irritate a man with tastes and aspirations above smoke-jacks and saucepans. _He_ may, it is true, sometimes undervalue them; _they_ never, by any chance, can understand him. Thus was it from the hour I made the Duke's acquaintance,--business went ill with me; the very philosophy that supported me under all my trial seemed only to offend them; and more than once I was insulted, because I said at parting, 'Never mind,--in office or out, we have always our influence.' The end of it was, I lost my situation; my employers coolly said that my brain did n't seem all right, and they sent me about my business,--a pleasant phrase that,--for when a man is turned adrift upon the world, without an object or an occupation, with nowhere to go to, nothing to do, and, mayhap, nothing to eat, he is then said to be sent about his business.

Can it mean that his only business then is to drown himself? Such were not my thoughts, a.s.suredly. I made my late master a low bow, and, muttering my old _refrain_ 'In office or out,' etc., took my leave and walked off. For a day or two I hunted the coffee-houses to read all the newspapers, and discover, if I could, what government situations were then vacant; for I knew that the great secret in these matters is always to ask for some definite post or employment, because the refusal, if you meet it, suggests the impression of disappointment, and, although they won't make you a Treasury Lord, there 's no saying but they may appoint you a Tide-waiter. I fell upon evil days,--excepting a Consul for Timbuctoo, and a Lord Lieutenant for Ireland, there was nothing wanting,--the latter actually, as the 'Times' said, was going a-begging.

In the corner of the paper, however, almost hidden from view, I discovered that a collector of customs--I forget where exactly--had been eaten by a crocodile, and his post was in the gift of the Colonial Office. 'Come, here's the very thing for me,' thought I. '" In office or out"--now for it;' and with that I hurried to my lodgings to dress for my interview with his Grace of Devonshire.

"There is a strange flutter of expectancy, doubt, and pleasure in the preparation one makes to visit a person whose exalted sphere and higher rank have made him a patron to you. It is like the sensation felt on entering a large shop with your book of patterns, anxious and fearful whether you may leave without an order. Such in great part were my feelings as I drove along towards Devonshire House; and although pretty certain of the cordial reception that awaited me, I did not exactly like the notion of descending to ask a favor.

"Every stroke of the great knocker was answered by a throb at my own side, if not as loud, at least as moving, for my summons was left unanswered for full ten minutes. Then, when I was meditating on the propriety of a second appeal, the door was opened and a very sleepy-looking footman asked me, rather gruffly, what I wanted.

"'To see his Grace; he is at home, is n't he?'

"'Yes, he is at home, but you cannot see him at this hour; he's at breakfast.'

"'No matter,' said I, with the easy confidence our former friendship inspired; 'just step up and say Mr. Baggs, of the Northern Circuit,--Baggs, do you mind?'

"'I should like to see myself give such a message,' replied the fellow, with an insolent drawl; 'leave your name here, and come back for your answer.'

"'Take this, scullion,' said I, haughtily, drawing forth my card, which I did n't fancy producing at first, because it set forth as how I was commercial traveller in the long hose and flannel way, for a house in Glasgow. 'Say he is the gentleman his Grace dined with at Chesterfield in March last.'

"The mention of a dinner struck the fellow with such amazement that without venturing another word, or even a glance at my card, he mounted the stairs to apprise the Duke of my presence.

"'This way, sir; his Grace will see you,' said he, in a very modified tone, as he returned in a few minutes after.

"I threw on him a look of scowling contempt at the alter-ation his manner had undergone, and followed him upstairs. After pa.s.sing through several splendid apartments, he opened one side of a folding-door, and calling out 'Mr. Baggs,' shut it behind me, leaving me in the presence of a very distinguished-looking personage, seated at breakfast beside the fire.

"'I believe you are the person that has the Blenheim spaniels,' said his Grace, scarce turning his head towards me as he spoke.

"'No, my Lord, no,--never had a dog in my life; but are you--are you the Duke of Devonshire?' cried I, in a very faltering voice.

"'I believe so, sir,' said he, standing up and gazing at me with a look of bewildered astonishment I can never forget.

"'Dear me,' said I, 'how your Grace is altered! You were as large again last April, when we travelled down to Nottingham. Them light French wines, they are ruining your const.i.tution; I knew they would.'

"The Duke made no answer, but rang the bell violently for some seconds.

"'Bless my heart,' said I, 'it surely can't be that I 'm mistaken. It's not possible it wasn't your Grace.'

"'Who is this man?' said the Duke, as the servant appeared in answer to the bell. 'Who let him upstairs?'

"'Mr. Baggs, your Grace,' he said. 'He dined with your Grace at--'

"'Take him away, give him in charge to the police; the fellow must be punished for his insolence.'

"My head was whirling, and my faculties were all astray. I neither knew what I said, nor what happened after, save that I felt myself half led, half pushed, down the stairs I had mounted so confidently five minutes before, while the liveried rascal kept dinning into my ears some threats about two months' imprisonment and hard labor. Just as we were pa.s.sing through the hall, however, the door of a front-parlor opened, and a gentleman in a very elegant dressing-gown stepped out. I had neither time nor inclination to mark his features,--my own case absorbed me too completely. 'I am an unlucky wretch,' said I, aloud. 'Nothing ever prospers with me.'

"'Cheer up, old boy,' said he of the dressing-gown: 'fortune will take another turn yet; but I do confess you hold miserable cards.'

"The voice as he spoke aroused me. I turned about, and there stood my companion at Chesterfield.

"'His Grace wants you, Mr. Cavendish,' said the footman, as he opened the door for me.

"'Let him go, Thomas,' said Mr. Cavendish. 'There's no harm in old Raggs.'