Ten Thousand a-Year Volume I Part 41

said he, earnestly, to Gammon.

"Unfortunately, your case will not come on in their courts," said Gammon, with a very expressive smile.

"Why, can't it come on where I choose?--or when you like?" inquired t.i.tmouse, surprisedly.

Mr. Quirk had been soured during the whole of dinner, for he had anxiously desired to have t.i.tmouse sit beside him at the bottom of the table; but in the little hubbub attendant upon coming down to dinner and taking places, t.i.tmouse slipped out of sight for a minute; and when all were placed, Quirk's enraged eye perceived him seated in the middle of the table, beside Gammon. Gammon _always_ got hold of t.i.tmouse!--Old Quirk could have flung a decanter at his head.--In his own house!--at his own table! Always antic.i.p.ating and circ.u.mventing him.

"Mr. Quirk, I don't think we've taken a gla.s.s of wine together yet, have we?" said Gammon, blandly and cordially, at the same time pouring one out for himself. He perfectly well knew what was annoying his respected partner, whose look of quaint embarra.s.sment, when so suddenly a.s.sailed, infinitely amused him. "Catch me asking you here again, Master Gammon,"

thought Quirk, "with t.i.tmouse!" The reason why Mr. Snap had not been asked was, that Quirk had some slight cause to suspect his having presumptuously conceived the notion of paying his addresses to Miss Quirk--a thing at any time not particularly palatable to Mr. Quirk; but in the present conjuncture of circ.u.mstances quite out of the question, and intolerable even in idea. Snap was not slow in guessing the reason of his exclusion, which had greatly mortified, and also not a little alarmed him. As far as he could venture, he had, during the week, endeavored to "set" t.i.tmouse "against" Miss Quirk, by such faint disparaging remarks and insinuations as he dared venture upon with so difficult a subject as t.i.tmouse, whom he at the same time inflamed by representations of the splendid matches he might very soon command among the highest women of the land. By these means Snap had, to a certain extent, succeeded; but the few melting glances which had fallen upon t.i.tmouse's sensitive bosom from the eyes of Miss Quirk, were beginning to operate a slight change in his feelings. The old alderman, on an intimation that the "ladies were going to withdraw," laid violent hands on Miss Quirk, (he was a "privileged" old fool,) and insisted on her singing his favorite song--"_My Friend and Pitcher_"!! His request was so warmly seconded by the rest of the company--t.i.tmouse loud and eager as any--that she was fain to comply. She sang with some sweetness, and much self-possession; and carried t.i.tmouse's feelings along with her from the beginning, as Gammon, who was watching him, perceived.

"Most uncommon lovely gal, isn't she?" whispered t.i.tmouse, with great vivacity.

"Very!" replied Gammon, dryly, with a slight smile.

"Shall I call out _encore_? A'n't that the word? 'pon my soul, most lovely gal! She _must_ sing it again!"

"No, no--she wishes to go--'tis not usual: she will sing it for you, I dare say, this evening, if you ask her."

"Well--most charming gal!--Lovely!"----

"Have patience, my dear t.i.tmouse," said Gammon, in a low whisper, "in a few months' time you'll soon be thrown into much higher life than even _this_--among _really_ beautiful, and rich, and accomplished women"--[and, _thought_ Gammon, you'll resemble a monkey that has found his way into a rich tulip-bed!]

"Fancy that girl Tag-rag standing beside Miss Quirk!" whispered t.i.tmouse, scornfully.

"Ha, ha!" gently laughed Gammon--"both of them, in their way, are very worthy persons; but"--Here the ladies withdrew. 'Twas no part of Gammon's schemes, that t.i.tmouse should become the son-in-law of either Quirk or Tag-rag. Mr. Gammon had formed already, vastly different plans for him!

As soon as Quirk had taken the head of the table, and the gentlemen drawn together, the bottles were pushed round very briskly, accompanied by no fewer than three different sorts of snuff-boxes, all belonging to Mr. Quirk--all of them presents from grateful Old Bailey clients! One was a huge affair, of Botany Bay wood, with a very flaming inscription on the inside of the lid; from which it appeared that its amiable donors, who were trying the effect of a change of climate on their moral health at the expense of a grateful country, owed their valuable lives to the professional skill and exertions of "Caleb Quirk, Esq." In short, the other two were trophies of a similar description, of which their possessor was very justly not a little proud; and as he saw t.i.tmouse admiring them, it occurred to him as very possible that, within a short time, he should be in possession of a magnificent _gold_ snuff-box, in acknowledgment of the services he should have rendered to his distinguished guest and client. t.i.tmouse was in the highest possible spirits. This, his first glimpse into high life, equalled all his expectations. Round and round went the bottles--crack went joke after joke. Slang sang song upon song, of, however, so very coa.r.s.e and broad a character as infinitely disgusted Gammon, and apparently shocked the alderman;--though I greatly distrust that old sinner's sincerity in the matter. Then Ghastly's performances commenced. Poor fellow! he exerted himself to the utmost to earn the good dinner he had just devoured; but when he was in the very middle of one of his most impa.s.sioned scenes--undoubtedly "tearing a pa.s.sion to rags,"--Mr. Quirk interrupted impatiently--"Come, come, Ghastly, we've had enough of _that_ sort of thing--it don't suit--d'ye see--at all!--Lord bless us!--don't _roar_ so, man!"

Poor Ghastly instantly resumed his seat, with a chagrined and melancholy air.

"Give us something funny," snuffled the alderman.

"Let's have the chorus of Pigs and Ducks," said Quirk; "you do that _remarkable_ well. I could fancy the animals were running, and squealing, and quacking all about the room!" The actor respectfully did as he was desired, commencing with a sigh, and was much applauded. At length Gammon happened to get into a discussion with Mr. Bl.u.s.ter upon some point connected with the Habeas Corpus Act, in which our friend Gammon, who never got heated in discussion, and was very accurate in whatever he knew, had glaringly the best of it. His calm, smiling self-possession almost drove poor Bl.u.s.ter frantic. The less he knew, of course the louder he talked, the more vehement and positive he became; at length offering a _bet_ that there was no such thing as a writ of _Habeas Corpus_ before the time of Charles II.;[20] at which Gammon bowed, smiled, and closed the discussion. While engaged in it, he had of course been unable to keep his eye upon t.i.tmouse, who drank, consequently, claret, port, sherry, and madeira, like a little fish, never letting the decanter pa.s.s him. Every one about him filled his gla.s.s every time--why should not he?

Hug sat next to Viper; feared him, and avoided discussion with him; for, though they agreed in the lowest Radical politics, they had a personal antipathy each to the other. In spite of their wishes, they at length got entangled in a very virulent controversy, and said so many insulting things to each other, that the rest of the company, who had for some time been amused, got at length--not disgusted--but alarmed, for the possible results--fully expecting the exchange of a brace of wine-gla.s.ses against each other's heads! Mr. Quirk therefore interfered.

"Bravo! bravo! bravo!" he exclaimed, as Viper concluded a most envenomed pa.s.sage, "that will do, Viper--whip it into the next _Flash_--'t will be a capital leader! It will produce a sensation! And in the mean time, gentlemen, let me request you to fill your gla.s.ses--b.u.mpers--for I have a toast to propose, in which you'll all feel interested when you hear who's the subject of it. It is a gentleman who is likely soon to be elevated to a station which Nature has formed him--hem! hem!--to adorn"----

"Mr. Quirk's proposing your health, t.i.tmouse!" whispered Gammon to his companion, who, having been very restless for some time, had at length become quite silent--his head resting on his hand, his elbow on the table--his eyes languidly half open, and his face exceedingly pale.

Gammon saw that he was, in truth, in an exceedingly ticklish condition.

"I--wish--you'd--let me--go out--I'm devilish ill"--said t.i.tmouse, faintly. Gammon made a signal to Quirk, who instantly ceased his speech; and coming down to t.i.tmouse, he and Gammon hastily led that gentleman out of the room and into the nearest bed-chamber, where he began to be very ill indeed, and so continued for several hours. Old Quirk, who was a long-headed man, was delighted by this occurrence; for he saw that if he insisted on t.i.tmouse's being put to bed, and pa.s.sing the night--and perhaps the next day--at Alibi House, it would enable Miss Quirk to bring her attractions to bear upon him effectively, by exhibiting those delicate and endearing attentions which are so soothing and indeed necessary to an invalid. t.i.tmouse continued desperately indisposed during the whole of the night; and, early in the morning, it was thought advisable to send for a medical man, who p.r.o.nounced t.i.tmouse to be in danger of a bilious fever, and to require rest and care and medical attendance for some days to come. This was rather "too much of a good thing" for old Quirk; but there was no remedy. Foreseeing that t.i.tmouse would be thrown constantly, for some little time to come, into Miss Quirk's company, her prudent parent enjoined upon Mrs. Alias, his sister, the necessity of impressing on his daughter's mind the great uncertainty which, after all, existed as to t.i.tmouse's prospects; and the consequent necessity there was for her to regulate her conduct with a view to either failure or success--to keep her affections, as it were, in abeyance. But the fact was, that Miss Quirk had so often heard the subject of t.i.tmouse's brilliant expectations talked of by her father, and knew so well his habitual prudence and caution, that she looked upon t.i.tmouse's speedy possession of ten thousand a-year as a matter almost of certainty. She was a girl of some natural shrewdness, but of an early inclination to maudlin sentimentality. Had she been blest with the vigilant and affectionate care of a mother as she grew up, (that parent having died when Miss Quirk was but a child,) and been thrown among a set of people different from those who constantly visited at Alibi House--and of whom a very _favorable_ specimen has been laid before the reader--Miss Quirk might really have become a very sensible and agreeable girl. As it was, her manners had contracted a certain coa.r.s.eness, which at length overspread her whole character; and the selfish and mercenary motives by which she could not fail to perceive all her father's conduct regulated, gradually infected herself. She resolved, therefore, to be governed by the considerations so urgently pressed upon her by both her father and her aunt.

It was several days before t.i.tmouse was allowed, by his medical man, to quit his bedroom; and it is impossible for any woman not to be touched by the sight of a sudden change effected in a man's appearance by severe indisposition and suffering, even be that man so poor a creature as t.i.tmouse. He was very pale, and considerably reduced by the serious nature of the attack, and of the powerful treatment with which it had been encountered. When he made his first appearance before Miss Quirk, one afternoon, with somewhat feeble gait, and a languid air which mitigated, if it did not obliterate, the foolish and conceited expression of his features, she really regarded him with something akin to interest; and, though she might hardly have owned it even to herself, his expected good fortune invested him with a sort of subdued radiance.

_Ten thousand a-year_!--Miss Quirk's heart fluttered! By the time that he was well enough to take his departure, she had, at his request, read over to him nearly half of that truly interesting work,--the Newgate Calendar; she had sung to him and played to him whatever he asked her; and, in short, she felt that if she could but be certain that he would gain his great lawsuit, and step into ten thousand a-year, she could _love_ him. She insisted, on the day of his quitting Alibi House, that he should write in her alb.u.m; and he very readily complied. It was nearly ten minutes before he could get a pen to suit him. At length he succeeded, and left the following interesting memento of himself in the very centre of a fresh page:--

"t.i.ttlebat t.i.tmouse Is My name, England Is My Nation, London Is My dwelling-Place, And Christ Is My Salvation.

"t.i.tTLEBAT t.i.tMOUSE, "halibi lodge."

Miss Quirk turned pale with astonishment and vexation on seeing this elegant and striking addition to her alb.u.m. t.i.tmouse, on the contrary, looked at it with no little pride; for having had a capital pen, and his heart being in his task, he had produced what he conceived to be a very superior specimen of penmanship: in fact, the signature was by far the best he had ever written. When he had gone, Miss Quirk was twenty times on the point of tearing out the leaf which had been so dismally disfigured; but on her father coming home in the evening, he laughed heartily--"and as to tearing it out," said he, "let us first see which way the verdict goes!"

t.i.tmouse became, after this, a pretty frequent visitor at Alibi House; growing more and more attached to Miss Quirk, who, however, conducted herself towards him with much judgment. His inscription on her alb.u.m had done a vast deal towards cooling down the ardor with which she had been disposed to regard even the future owner of ten thousand a-year. Poor Snap seemed to have lost all chance, being treated with greater coldness by Miss Quirk on every succeeding visit to Alibi House. At this he was sorely discomfited; for she would have whatever money her father might die possessed of, besides a commanding interest in the partnership business. 'T was a difficult thing for him to preserve his temper under such circ.u.mstances, in his close intimacy with t.i.tmouse, who had so grievously interfered with his prospects.

The indisposition I have been mentioning, prevented t.i.tmouse from paying his promised visit to Satin Lodge. On returning to his lodgings from Alibi House, he found that Tag-rag had either called or sent every day to inquire after him with the most affectionate anxiety; and one or two notes lying on his table apprised him of the lively distress which the ladies of Satin Lodge were enduring on his account, and implored him to lose not a moment in communicating the state of his health, and personally a.s.suring them of his safety. Though the image of Miss Quirk was continually before his eyes, t.i.tmouse, nevertheless, had cunning enough not to drop the slightest hint to the Tag-rags of the true state of his feelings. Whenever any inquiry, with ill-disguised anxiety, was made by Mrs. Tag-rag concerning Alibi House and its inmates, t.i.tmouse would, to be sure, mention Miss Quirk, but in such a careless and slighting way as gave great consolation and encouragement to Tag-rag, his wife, and daughter. "Miss Quirk," he said, "was well enough--but devilish fat!"--When at Mr. Quirk's, he spoke somewhat unreservedly of the amiable inmates of Satin Lodge. These two mansions were almost the only private residences visited by t.i.tmouse, who spent his time much in the way which I have already described. How he got through his _days_ I can hardly tell. At his lodgings he got up very late, and went to bed very late. He never read anything excepting occasionally a song-book lent him by Snap, or a novel, or some such book as "Boxiana," from the circulating library, and the _Sunday Flash_. Dawdling over his dress and his breakfast, then whistling and humming and looking out of the window, took up so much of every day as he pa.s.sed at his lodgings. The rest was spent in idling about the town, looking in at shop windows, and now and then going to some petty exhibition--as of sparring, c.o.c.k-fighting, etc.

When evening came, he was generally joined by Snap, when they would spend the night together in the manner I have already described. As often as he dared, he called at Messrs. Quirk, Gammon, and Snap's office at Saffron Hill, worrying them not a little by inquiries concerning the state of his affairs, and the cause of the delay in commencing proceedings. As for Huckaback, by the way, t.i.tmouse cut him entirely; saying that he was a devilish low fellow, and it was no use knowing him.

He made many desperate efforts, both personally and by letter, to renew his acquaintance with t.i.tmouse, but in vain. I may as well mention, by the way, that as soon as Snap got scent of the little money transaction between his friend and Huckaback, he called upon the latter, and tendering him twelve shillings, demanded up the doc.u.ment which he had extorted from t.i.tmouse. Huckaback held out obstinately for some time--but Snap was too much for him, and talked in such a formidable strain about an indictment for a conspiracy (!) and fraud, that Huckaback at length consented, on receiving twelve shillings, to deliver up the doc.u.ment to Snap, on condition of Snap's destroying it on the spot. This was done, and so ended all intercourse--at least on this side of the grave--between t.i.tmouse (as far, at least, as _his_ intentions went) and Huckaback.

The sum allowed by Messrs. Quirk and Gammon to t.i.tmouse, was amply sufficient to have kept him in comfort; but it never would have enabled him to lead the kind of life which I have described--and he would certainly have got very awkwardly involved, had it not been for the kindness of Snap in advancing him, from time to time, such sums as his exigencies required. In fact, matters went on as quietly and smoothly as possible for several months--till about the middle of November; when an event occurred which seemed to threaten the total demolition of all his hopes and expectations.

He had not seen or heard from Messrs. Quirk or Gammon for nearly a fortnight; Snap he had not seen for nearly a week. At length he ventured to make his appearance at Saffron Hill, and was received with a startling coldness--a stern abruptness of manner--which frightened him out of his wits. All the three partners were alike--as for Snap, the contrast between his present and his former manner, was perfectly shocking: he seemed quite another person. The fact was, that the full statement of t.i.tmouse's claims had been laid before Mr. Subtle, the leading counsel retained in his behalf, for his opinion on the case generally, before actually commencing proceedings; and the partners were indeed thunderstruck on receiving that opinion; for Mr. Subtle pointed out a radical deficiency of proof in a matter which, as soon as their attention was thus pointedly called to it, Messrs. Quirk and Gammon were amazed at their having overlooked, and still more at its having escaped the notice of Mr. Tresayle, Mr. Mortmain, and Mr. Frankpledge. Mr. Quirk hurried with the opinion to the first two of these gentlemen; and after a long interview with each, they owned their fears that Mr. Subtle was right, and that the defect seemed incurable; but they easily satisfied their agitated clients, that _they_--the aforesaid Messrs. Tresayle and Mortmain--had been guilty of neither oversight nor ignorance, inasmuch as the matter in question was one of _evidence_ only--one which a _nisi prius_ lawyer, with a full detail of "proofs" before him, could hardly fail to light upon--but which, it would be found, had been _a.s.sumed_, and _taken for granted_, in the cases laid before conveyancers. They promised, however, to turn it over in their minds, and to let Messrs.

Quirk and Gammon know if anything occurred to vary their impression. A week elapsed, however, and Mr. Tresayle and Mr. Mortmain preserved an ominous silence. As for Frankpledge, he had a knack, somehow or another, of always coming to the conclusion wished and hoped for by his clients; and, after prodigious pains, he wrote a very long opinion, to show that there was nothing in the objection. Neither Mr. Quirk nor Mr. Gammon could understand the process by which Mr. Frankpledge arrived at such a result; but, in despair, they laid his opinion before Mr. Subtle, in the shape of a further "Case for his Opinion." It was in a few days' time returned to them, with only a line or two--thus:--

"I see no reason whatever to depart from the view I have already taken of this case.--J. S."

Here was something like a dead lock, indeed!

"We're _done_, Gammon!" said Quirk, with a dismayed air. Gammon seemed lost, and made no answer.

"Does anything--eh?" quoth Quirk, with a troubled air. "_Any_thing occur to you? Gammon, I _will_ say this for you--you're a long-headed fellow!"

Still Gammon spoke not.

"Gammon! Gammon! I really believe--ah?--you--you--begin to see something--don't you?"

"_It's to be_ DONE, Mr. Quirk!" said Gammon, at length, with a grave and apprehensive look, and a cheek which had suddenly grown pale.

"Eh? how? Oh, I see!--Know what you mean, Gammon," replied Quirk, with a hurried whisper, glancing at both doors to see that they were safe.

"We must resume our intercourse with t.i.tmouse, and let matters go on as before," said Gammon, with a very anxious, but, at the same time, a determined air.

"I--I wonder if what has occurred to _you_ is what has occurred to me?"

inquired Quirk, in an eager whisper.

"Pooh! pooh! Mr. Quirk."

"Gammon, dear Gammon, no mystery! You know I have a very deep stake in this matter!"

"So have I, Mr. Quirk," replied Gammon, with a sigh. "However"--Here the partners put their heads close together, and whispered to each other in a low, earnest tone, for some minutes. Quirk rose from his seat, and took two or three turns about the room in silence, Gammon watching him calmly.

To his inexpressible relief and joy, within a few hours of the happening of the above colloquy, t.i.tmouse found himself placed on precisely his former footing with Messrs. Quirk, Gammon, and Snap.

In order to bring on the cause for trial at the next spring a.s.sizes, it was necessary that the declaration in ejectment should be served on the tenant in possession before Hilary term; and, in a matter of such magnitude, it was deemed expedient that Snap should proceed to Yorkshire, and personally effect the service in question. In consequence, also, of some very important suggestions as to the evidence, given by the junior in the cause, (Mr. Lynx,) it was arranged that Snap should go down about a week before the time fixed upon for effecting the service, and make quietly certain minute inquiries in the neighborhood of Yatton. As soon as t.i.tmouse had heard of this movement--that Snap was going direct to Yatton, the scene of his, t.i.tmouse's, future greatness--he made the most pertinacious and vehement entreaties to Messrs. Quirk and Gammon to be allowed to accompany him, even going down on his knees. There was no resisting this; but they exacted from him a solemn pledge that he would place himself entirely at the disposal of Mr. Snap; go under some feigned name, and, in short, neither say nor do anything tending to disclose their real character or errand.

Snap and t.i.tmouse established themselves at the Hare and Hounds Inn at Grilston; and the former immediately began, cautiously and quietly, to collect such evidence as he could discover. One of the first persons to whom he went was old Blind Bess. His many pressing questions at length stirred up in the old woman's mind faint confused recollections of long-forgotten names, persons, places, scenes, and a.s.sociations, thereby producing an agitation not easily to be got rid of, and which had by no means subsided when Dr. Tatham and Mr. Aubrey paid her the Christmas-day visit, which has been described.

CHAPTER XI.