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[4/4] crunch git commit: CRUNCH-616: Replace (possibly copyrighted)
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Posted by to...@apache.org.
CRUNCH-616: Replace (possibly copyrighted) Maugham text with Dickens. Contributed by Sean Owen.
Remove non-applicable Project Gutenberg license. Adjust lots of tests to match new text.
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The binary distribution for Apache Crunch includes the following
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CleanTextIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CleanTextIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CleanTextIT.java
index 9d6f682..563af07 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CleanTextIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CleanTextIT.java
@@ -41,7 +41,7 @@ import com.google.common.io.Files;
*/
public class CleanTextIT {
- private static final int LINES_IN_SHAKES = 3667;
+ private static final int LINES_IN_SHAKES = 3285;
@Rule
public TemporaryPath tmpDir = TemporaryPaths.create();
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionPObjectIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionPObjectIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionPObjectIT.java
index 7e0c75c..08e5ac2 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionPObjectIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionPObjectIT.java
@@ -37,10 +37,10 @@ import org.junit.Test;
@SuppressWarnings("serial")
public class CollectionPObjectIT {
- private static final int LINES_IN_SHAKES = 3667;
+ private static final int LINES_IN_SHAKES = 3285;
private static final String FIRST_SHAKESPEARE_LINE =
- "***The Project Gutenberg's Etext of Shakespeare's First Folio***";
+ "The Tragedie of Macbeth";
private static final String LAST_SHAKESPEARE_LINE =
"FINIS. THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH.";
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionsLengthIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionsLengthIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionsLengthIT.java
index f1a33a2..f676bab 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionsLengthIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/CollectionsLengthIT.java
@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ import org.junit.Test;
@SuppressWarnings("serial")
public class CollectionsLengthIT {
- public static final Long LINES_IN_SHAKESPEARE = 3667L;
+ public static final Long LINES_IN_SHAKESPEARE = 3285L;
@Rule
public TemporaryPath tmpDir = TemporaryPaths.create();
@@ -64,6 +64,6 @@ public class CollectionsLengthIT {
PCollection<String> shakespeare = pipeline.readTextFile(shakesInputPath);
Long length = shakespeare.length().getValue();
- assertEquals("Incorrect length for shakespear PCollection.", LINES_IN_SHAKESPEARE, length);
+ assertEquals("Incorrect length for Shakespeare PCollection.", LINES_IN_SHAKESPEARE, length);
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/DeepCopyCustomTuplesIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/DeepCopyCustomTuplesIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/DeepCopyCustomTuplesIT.java
index f1323ca..54f9917 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/DeepCopyCustomTuplesIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/DeepCopyCustomTuplesIT.java
@@ -54,7 +54,7 @@ public class DeepCopyCustomTuplesIT {
.groupByKey()
.parallelDo(new PostProcFn(), strings())
.materialize();
- assertEquals(65, Iterables.size(out));
+ assertEquals(59, Iterables.size(out));
p.done();
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/FirstElementPObjectIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/FirstElementPObjectIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/FirstElementPObjectIT.java
index d985e10..a016c12 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/FirstElementPObjectIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/FirstElementPObjectIT.java
@@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ import org.junit.Test;
public class FirstElementPObjectIT {
private static final String FIRST_SHAKESPEARE_LINE =
- "***The Project Gutenberg's Etext of Shakespeare's First Folio***";
+ "The Tragedie of Macbeth";
@Rule
public TemporaryPath tmpDir = TemporaryPaths.create();
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PObjectsIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PObjectsIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PObjectsIT.java
index 6ee849f..42c046a 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PObjectsIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PObjectsIT.java
@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@ import org.junit.Test;
@SuppressWarnings("serial")
public class PObjectsIT {
- private static final Integer LINES_IN_SHAKES = 3667;
+ private static final Integer LINES_IN_SHAKES = 3285;
@Rule
public TemporaryPath tmpDir = TemporaryPaths.create();
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PipelineCallableIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PipelineCallableIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PipelineCallableIT.java
index 95638a1..ff5dc60 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PipelineCallableIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/PipelineCallableIT.java
@@ -95,7 +95,7 @@ public class PipelineCallableIT {
assertFalse(p.run().succeeded());
} else {
Map<String, Long> counts = top3.materializeToMap();
- assertEquals(ImmutableMap.of("", 788L, "Enter Macbeth.", 7L, "Exeunt.", 21L), counts);
+ assertEquals(ImmutableMap.of("", 697L, "Enter.", 7L, "Exeunt.", 21L), counts);
assertEquals(17, INC1);
assertEquals(29, INC2);
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/RecordDropIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/RecordDropIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/RecordDropIT.java
index 8c4c57f..3a82a19 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/RecordDropIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/RecordDropIT.java
@@ -54,7 +54,7 @@ public class RecordDropIT {
}
int index = 0;
for (Iterable<Integer> iter : values) {
- assertEquals("Checking index = " + index, 3667, Iterables.getFirst(iter, 0).intValue());
+ assertEquals("Checking index = " + index, 3285, Iterables.getFirst(iter, 0).intValue());
index++;
}
p.done();
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/StageResultsCountersIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/StageResultsCountersIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/StageResultsCountersIT.java
index e74c166..45f3afd 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/StageResultsCountersIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/StageResultsCountersIT.java
@@ -89,7 +89,7 @@ public class StageResultsCountersIT {
Map<String, Long> keywordsMap = countersToMap(result.getStageResults(), KEYWORDS_COUNTER_GROUP);
- assertThat(keywordsMap, is((Map<String, Long>) ImmutableMap.of("NOT", 157L, "AND", 596L, "OR", 81L)));
+ assertThat(keywordsMap, is((Map<String, Long>) ImmutableMap.of("NOT", 145L, "AND", 544L, "OR", 37L)));
}
private static PipelineResult coutSpecialKeywords(Pipeline pipeline, String inputFileName, PTypeFamily tf) {
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/WordCountIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/WordCountIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/WordCountIT.java
index e0bd719..257c917 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/WordCountIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/WordCountIT.java
@@ -150,8 +150,8 @@ public class WordCountIT {
PTable<String, Long> wordCount = wordCount(shakespeare, tf);
List<Pair<String, Long>> top5 = Lists.newArrayList(Aggregate.top(wordCount, 5, true).materialize());
assertEquals(
- ImmutableList.of(Pair.of("", 1470L), Pair.of("the", 620L), Pair.of("and", 427L), Pair.of("of", 396L),
- Pair.of("to", 367L)), top5);
+ ImmutableList.of(Pair.of("", 1345L), Pair.of("the", 528L), Pair.of("and", 375L), Pair.of("I", 314L),
+ Pair.of("of", 314L)), top5);
}
public void run(Pipeline pipeline, PTypeFamily typeFamily) throws IOException {
@@ -191,14 +191,14 @@ public class WordCountIT {
assertEquals(2, stageResults.size());
} else {
assertEquals(1, stageResults.size());
- assertEquals(427, stageResults.get(0).getCounterValue(WordCountStats.ANDS));
+ assertEquals(375, stageResults.get(0).getCounterValue(WordCountStats.ANDS));
}
File outputFile = new File(outputPath, "part-r-00000");
List<String> lines = Files.readLines(outputFile, Charset.defaultCharset());
boolean passed = false;
for (String line : lines) {
- if (line.startsWith("Macbeth\t28") || line.startsWith("[Macbeth,28]")) {
+ if (line.startsWith("Macbeth\t") || line.startsWith("[Macbeth,")) {
passed = true;
break;
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/impl/mr/plan/DotfilesIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/impl/mr/plan/DotfilesIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/impl/mr/plan/DotfilesIT.java
index 98ae8d1..c33348a 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/impl/mr/plan/DotfilesIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/impl/mr/plan/DotfilesIT.java
@@ -159,13 +159,13 @@ public class DotfilesIT {
List<PipelineResult.StageResult> stageResults = res.getStageResults();
assertEquals(1, stageResults.size());
- assertEquals(427, stageResults.get(0).getCounterValue(WordCountStats.ANDS));
+ assertEquals(375, stageResults.get(0).getCounterValue(WordCountStats.ANDS));
File outputFile = new File(outputPath, "part-r-00000");
List<String> lines = Files.readLines(outputFile, Charset.defaultCharset());
boolean passed = false;
for (String line : lines) {
- if (line.startsWith("Macbeth\t28") || line.startsWith("[Macbeth,28]")) {
+ if (line.startsWith("Macbeth\t") || line.startsWith("[Macbeth,")) {
passed = true;
break;
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapredIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapredIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapredIT.java
index 7c09790..6feff1f 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapredIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapredIT.java
@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@ public class MapredIT extends CrunchTestSupport implements Serializable {
PipelineResult res = p.done();
assertEquals(1, res.getStageResults().size());
StageResult sr = res.getStageResults().get(0);
- assertEquals(3667, sr.getCounters().findCounter("written", "out").getValue());
+ assertEquals(3285, sr.getCounters().findCounter("written", "out").getValue());
}
@Test
@@ -129,6 +129,6 @@ public class MapredIT extends CrunchTestSupport implements Serializable {
PipelineResult res = p.done();
assertEquals(1, res.getStageResults().size());
StageResult sr = res.getStageResults().get(0);
- assertEquals(108, sr.getCounters().findCounter("thou", "count").getValue());
+ assertEquals(103, sr.getCounters().findCounter("thou", "count").getValue());
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapreduceIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapreduceIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapreduceIT.java
index ab453e0..9510457 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapreduceIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/MapreduceIT.java
@@ -95,7 +95,7 @@ public class MapreduceIT extends CrunchTestSupport implements Serializable {
PipelineResult res = p.done();
assertEquals(1, res.getStageResults().size());
StageResult sr = res.getStageResults().get(0);
- assertEquals(3667, sr.getCounters().findCounter("written", "out").getValue());
+ assertEquals(3285, sr.getCounters().findCounter("written", "out").getValue());
}
@Test
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractFullOuterJoinIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractFullOuterJoinIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractFullOuterJoinIT.java
index 24e67b5..77edd8b 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractFullOuterJoinIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractFullOuterJoinIT.java
@@ -28,13 +28,13 @@ public abstract class AbstractFullOuterJoinIT extends JoinTester {
boolean passed2 = false;
boolean passed3 = false;
for (Pair<String, Long> line : lines) {
- if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 24 == line.second()) {
+ if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 19 == line.second()) {
passed1 = true;
}
if ("againe".equals(line.first()) && 10 == line.second()) {
passed2 = true;
}
- if ("Montparnasse.".equals(line.first()) && 2 == line.second()) {
+ if ("moon".equals(line.first()) && 9 == line.second()) {
passed3 = true;
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractInnerJoinIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractInnerJoinIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractInnerJoinIT.java
index 8ceaa03..a13ff27 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractInnerJoinIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractInnerJoinIT.java
@@ -28,13 +28,13 @@ public abstract class AbstractInnerJoinIT extends JoinTester {
boolean passed2 = true;
boolean passed3 = true;
for (Pair<String, Long> line : lines) {
- if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 24 == line.second()) {
+ if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 19 == line.second()) {
passed1 = true;
}
if ("againe".equals(line.first())) {
passed2 = false;
}
- if ("Montparnasse.".equals(line.first())) {
+ if ("moon".equals(line.first())) {
passed3 = false;
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractLeftOuterJoinIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractLeftOuterJoinIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractLeftOuterJoinIT.java
index 241f5ad..43b4118 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractLeftOuterJoinIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractLeftOuterJoinIT.java
@@ -28,13 +28,13 @@ public abstract class AbstractLeftOuterJoinIT extends JoinTester {
boolean passed2 = false;
boolean passed3 = true;
for (Pair<String, Long> line : lines) {
- if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 24 == line.second()) {
+ if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 19 == line.second()) {
passed1 = true;
}
if ("againe".equals(line.first()) && 10 == line.second()) {
passed2 = true;
}
- if ("Montparnasse.".equals(line.first())) {
+ if ("moon".equals(line.first())) {
passed3 = false;
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractRightOuterJoinIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractRightOuterJoinIT.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractRightOuterJoinIT.java
index 43e0479..e5e7b4e 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractRightOuterJoinIT.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/AbstractRightOuterJoinIT.java
@@ -28,13 +28,13 @@ public abstract class AbstractRightOuterJoinIT extends JoinTester {
boolean passed2 = true;
boolean passed3 = false;
for (Pair<String, Long> line : lines) {
- if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 24 == line.second()) {
+ if ("wretched".equals(line.first()) && 19 == line.second()) {
passed1 = true;
}
if ("againe".equals(line.first())) {
passed2 = false;
}
- if ("Montparnasse.".equals(line.first()) && 2 == line.second()) {
+ if ("moon".equals(line.first()) && 9 == line.second()) {
passed3 = true;
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/JoinTester.java
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diff --git a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/JoinTester.java b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/JoinTester.java
index 700cba5..3ada7e0 100644
--- a/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/JoinTester.java
+++ b/crunch-core/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/lib/join/JoinTester.java
@@ -72,11 +72,11 @@ public abstract class JoinTester implements Serializable {
protected void run(Pipeline pipeline, PTypeFamily typeFamily) throws IOException {
String shakesInputPath = tmpDir.copyResourceFileName("shakes.txt");
- String maughamInputPath = tmpDir.copyResourceFileName("maugham.txt");
+ String dickensInputPath = tmpDir.copyResourceFileName("dickens.txt");
PCollection<String> shakespeare = pipeline.readTextFile(shakesInputPath);
- PCollection<String> maugham = pipeline.readTextFile(maughamInputPath);
- PTable<String, Long> joined = join(shakespeare, maugham, typeFamily);
+ PCollection<String> dickens = pipeline.readTextFile(dickensInputPath);
+ PTable<String, Long> joined = join(shakespeare, dickens, typeFamily);
Iterable<Pair<String, Long>> lines = joined.materialize();
assertPassed(lines);
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-hbase/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/io/hbase/HFileTargetIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-hbase/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/io/hbase/HFileTargetIT.java b/crunch-hbase/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/io/hbase/HFileTargetIT.java
index af24865..9027c1b 100644
--- a/crunch-hbase/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/io/hbase/HFileTargetIT.java
+++ b/crunch-hbase/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/io/hbase/HFileTargetIT.java
@@ -196,7 +196,7 @@ public class HFileTargetIT implements Serializable {
FileSystem fs = FileSystem.get(HBASE_TEST_UTILITY.getConfiguration());
KeyValue kv = readFromHFiles(fs, outputPath, "and");
- assertEquals(427L, Bytes.toLong(kv.getValue()));
+ assertEquals(375L, Bytes.toLong(kv.getValue()));
}
@Test
@@ -223,11 +223,11 @@ public class HFileTargetIT implements Serializable {
.doBulkLoad(outputPath, testTable);
Map<String, Long> EXPECTED = ImmutableMap.<String, Long>builder()
- .put("__EMPTY__", 1470L)
- .put("the", 620L)
- .put("and", 427L)
- .put("of", 396L)
- .put("to", 367L)
+ .put("__EMPTY__", 1345L)
+ .put("the", 528L)
+ .put("and", 375L)
+ .put("I", 314L)
+ .put("of", 314L)
.build();
for (Map.Entry<String, Long> e : EXPECTED.entrySet()) {
@@ -270,8 +270,8 @@ public class HFileTargetIT implements Serializable {
loader.doBulkLoad(outputPath1, table1);
loader.doBulkLoad(outputPath2, table2);
- assertEquals(396L, getWordCountFromTable(table1, "of"));
- assertEquals(427L, getWordCountFromTable(table2, "and"));
+ assertEquals(314L, getWordCountFromTable(table1, "of"));
+ assertEquals(375L, getWordCountFromTable(table2, "and"));
}
@Test
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/AggregatorsIntegrationTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/AggregatorsIntegrationTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/AggregatorsIntegrationTest.scala
index 94a6e12..c79783d 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/AggregatorsIntegrationTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/AggregatorsIntegrationTest.scala
@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ class AggregatorsIntegrationTest extends CrunchSuite {
.groupByKey
.combineValues(Aggregators.product[(Long, Int)](Aggregators.sum[Long], Aggregators.max[Int]))
.materialize
- assert(fcc.exists(_ == ("w", (1404, 12))))
+ assert(fcc.exists(_ == ("w", (1302, 12))))
pipeline.done
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/CogroupTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/CogroupTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/CogroupTest.scala
index c7e53ae..fb994ca 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/CogroupTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/CogroupTest.scala
@@ -31,10 +31,10 @@ class CogroupTest extends CrunchSuite {
@Test def cogroup {
val shakespeare = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("shakes.txt")
- val maugham = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("maugham.txt")
- val diffs = wordCount(shakespeare).cogroup(wordCount(maugham))
+ val dickens = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("dickens.txt")
+ val diffs = wordCount(shakespeare).cogroup(wordCount(dickens))
.map((k, v) => (k, (v._1.sum - v._2.sum))).materialize
- assert(diffs.exists(_ == ("the", -11390)))
+ assert(diffs.exists(_ == ("the", -11043)))
pipeline.done
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/IncrementTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/IncrementTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/IncrementTest.scala
index 44aa9a8..d480d22 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/IncrementTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/IncrementTest.scala
@@ -46,9 +46,9 @@ class IncrementTest extends CrunchSuite {
val res = pipeline.done()
val sr0 = res.getStageResults.get(0)
- assertEquals(21836, sr0.getCounterValue("TOP", "ALLWORDS"))
- assertEquals(20366, sr0.getCounterValue("TOP", "NONEMPTY"))
- assertEquals(3604, sr0.getCounterValue("TOP", "AWORDS_2x"))
- assertEquals(20366, sr0.getCounterValue("Inc", "A"))
+ assertEquals(19082, sr0.getCounterValue("TOP", "ALLWORDS"))
+ assertEquals(17737, sr0.getCounterValue("TOP", "NONEMPTY"))
+ assertEquals(3088, sr0.getCounterValue("TOP", "AWORDS_2x"))
+ assertEquals(17737, sr0.getCounterValue("Inc", "A"))
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/JoinTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/JoinTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/JoinTest.scala
index 35a6500..8947ce6 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/JoinTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/JoinTest.scala
@@ -34,25 +34,25 @@ class JoinTest extends CrunchSuite {
@Test def join {
val shakespeare = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("shakes.txt")
- val maugham = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("maugham.txt")
+ val dickens = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("dickens.txt")
val output = tempDir.getFile("output")
- val filtered = wordCount(shakespeare).join(wordCount(maugham))
+ val filtered = wordCount(shakespeare).join(wordCount(dickens))
.map((k, v) => (k, v._1 - v._2))
.write(to.textFile(output.getAbsolutePath()))
.filter((k, d) => d > 0).materialize
- assert(filtered.exists(_ == ("macbeth", 66)))
+ assert(filtered.exists(_ == ("noble", 9)))
pipeline.done
}
@Test def joinMapside {
val shakespeare = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("shakes.txt")
- val maugham = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("maugham.txt")
+ val dickens = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("dickens.txt")
val output = tempDir.getFile("output")
- val filtered = wordCount(shakespeare).innerJoinUsing(wordCount(maugham), Joins.mapside())
+ val filtered = wordCount(shakespeare).innerJoinUsing(wordCount(dickens), Joins.mapside())
.map((k, v) => (k, v._1 - v._2))
.write(to.textFile(output.getAbsolutePath()))
.filter((k, d) => d > 0).materialize
- assert(filtered.exists(_ == ("macbeth", 66)))
+ assert(filtered.exists(_ == ("noble", 9)))
pipeline.done
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PCollectionTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PCollectionTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PCollectionTest.scala
index 3c232b1..b81165f 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PCollectionTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PCollectionTest.scala
@@ -30,11 +30,11 @@ import org.scalatest.junit.JUnitSuite
class PCollectionTest extends CrunchSuite {
// Number of lines in the Shakespeare data set.
- val linesInShakespeare: Int = 3667
+ val linesInShakespeare: Int = 3285
// The first line in the Shakespeare data set.
val firstLineInShakespeare: String =
- "***The Project Gutenberg's Etext of Shakespeare's First Folio***"
+ "The Tragedie of Macbeth"
// The last line in the Shakespeare data set.
val lastLineInShakespeare: String =
@@ -79,6 +79,6 @@ class PCollectionTest extends CrunchSuite {
// With a seed of 1L, 380 elements should be sampled.
val sampledCollection = shakespeare.sample(0.10, 1L)
val length = sampledCollection.length().value()
- assertEquals("Incorrect number of elements sampled with seed 1L.", 380L, length)
+ assertEquals("Incorrect number of elements sampled with seed 1L.", 338L, length)
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PipelineAppTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PipelineAppTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PipelineAppTest.scala
index c566e59..c5a56fc 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PipelineAppTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/PipelineAppTest.scala
@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@ class PipelineAppTest extends CrunchSuite {
@Test def run {
val args = new Array[String](3)
args(0) = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("shakes.txt")
- args(1) = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("maugham.txt")
+ args(1) = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("dickens.txt")
args(2) = tempDir.getFileName("output")
tempDir.overridePathProperties(WordCount.configuration)
WordCount.main(args)
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/TopTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/TopTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/TopTest.scala
index 186ec27..416251b 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/TopTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/TopTest.scala
@@ -35,6 +35,6 @@ class TopTest extends CrunchSuite {
val wc = pipeline.read(from.textFile(input))
.flatMap(_.toLowerCase.split("\\s+"))
.filter(!_.isEmpty()).count
- assert(wc.top(10, true).materialize.exists(_ == ("is", 205)))
+ assert(wc.top(10, true).materialize.exists(_ == ("is", 175)))
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/UnionTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/UnionTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/UnionTest.scala
index f62cef3..aebd2df 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/UnionTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/UnionTest.scala
@@ -30,21 +30,21 @@ class UnionTest extends CrunchSuite {
@Test def testUnionCollection {
val shakespeare = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("shakes.txt")
- val maugham = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("maugham.txt")
+ val dickens = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("dickens.txt")
val union = pipeline.read(from.textFile(shakespeare)).union(
- pipeline.read(from.textFile(maugham)))
+ pipeline.read(from.textFile(dickens)))
val wc = wordCount(union).materialize
- assert(wc.exists(_ == ("you", 3691)))
+ assert(wc.exists(_ == ("you", 2552)))
pipeline.done
}
@Test def testUnionTable {
val shakespeare = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("shakes.txt")
- val maugham = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("maugham.txt")
+ val dickens = tempDir.copyResourceFileName("dickens.txt")
val wcs = wordCount(pipeline.read(from.textFile(shakespeare)))
- val wcm = wordCount(pipeline.read(from.textFile(maugham)))
+ val wcm = wordCount(pipeline.read(from.textFile(dickens)))
val wc = wcs.union(wcm).groupByKey.combine(v => v.sum).materialize
- assert(wc.exists(_ == ("you", 3691)))
+ assert(wc.exists(_ == ("you", 2552)))
pipeline.done
}
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/WordCountTest.scala
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diff --git a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/WordCountTest.scala b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/WordCountTest.scala
index 7ee4de0..bac56f9 100644
--- a/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/WordCountTest.scala
+++ b/crunch-scrunch/src/it/scala/org/apache/crunch/scrunch/WordCountTest.scala
@@ -33,7 +33,7 @@ class WordCountTest extends CrunchSuite {
.write(to.textFile(wordCountOut)) // Word counts
.map((w, c) => (w.slice(0, 1), c))
.groupByKey.combine(v => v.sum).materialize
- assert(fcc.exists(_ == ("w", 1404)))
+ assert(fcc.exists(_ == ("w", 1302)))
pipeline.done
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkHFileTargetIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkHFileTargetIT.java b/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkHFileTargetIT.java
index 8126e81..815aaff 100644
--- a/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkHFileTargetIT.java
+++ b/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkHFileTargetIT.java
@@ -170,7 +170,7 @@ public class SparkHFileTargetIT implements Serializable {
FileSystem fs = FileSystem.get(HBASE_TEST_UTILITY.getConfiguration());
KeyValue kv = readFromHFiles(fs, outputPath, "and");
- assertEquals(427L, Bytes.toLong(kv.getValue()));
+ assertEquals(375L, Bytes.toLong(kv.getValue()));
pipeline.done();
}
@@ -199,11 +199,11 @@ public class SparkHFileTargetIT implements Serializable {
.doBulkLoad(outputPath, testTable);
Map<String, Long> EXPECTED = ImmutableMap.<String, Long>builder()
- .put("__EMPTY__", 1470L)
- .put("the", 620L)
- .put("and", 427L)
- .put("of", 396L)
- .put("to", 367L)
+ .put("__EMPTY__", 1345L)
+ .put("the", 528L)
+ .put("and", 375L)
+ .put("I", 314L)
+ .put("of", 314L)
.build();
for (Map.Entry<String, Long> e : EXPECTED.entrySet()) {
@@ -246,8 +246,8 @@ public class SparkHFileTargetIT implements Serializable {
loader.doBulkLoad(outputPath1, table1);
loader.doBulkLoad(outputPath2, table2);
- assertEquals(396L, getWordCountFromTable(table1, "of"));
- assertEquals(427L, getWordCountFromTable(table2, "and"));
+ assertEquals(314L, getWordCountFromTable(table1, "of"));
+ assertEquals(375L, getWordCountFromTable(table2, "and"));
pipeline.done();
}
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkPipelineCallableIT.java
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diff --git a/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkPipelineCallableIT.java b/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkPipelineCallableIT.java
index d799842..de0f893 100644
--- a/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkPipelineCallableIT.java
+++ b/crunch-spark/src/it/java/org/apache/crunch/SparkPipelineCallableIT.java
@@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ public class SparkPipelineCallableIT extends CrunchTestSupport {
assertFalse(p.run().succeeded());
} else {
Map<String, Long> counts = top3.materializeToMap();
- assertEquals(ImmutableMap.of("", 788L, "Enter Macbeth.", 7L, "Exeunt.", 21L), counts);
+ assertEquals(ImmutableMap.of("", 697L, "Enter.", 7L, "Exeunt.", 21L), counts);
assertEquals(17, INC1);
assertEquals(29, INC2);
}
[3/4] crunch git commit: CRUNCH-616: Replace (possibly copyrighted)
Maugham text with Dickens. Contributed by Sean Owen.
Posted by to...@apache.org.
http://git-wip-us.apache.org/repos/asf/crunch/blob/5d237b36/crunch-test/src/main/resources/dickens.txt
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diff --git a/crunch-test/src/main/resources/dickens.txt b/crunch-test/src/main/resources/dickens.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..89a93f7
--- /dev/null
+++ b/crunch-test/src/main/resources/dickens.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,23665 @@
+\ufeffThe Old Curiosity Shop
+
+By Charles Dickens
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+Night is generally my time for walking. In the summer I often leave
+home early in the morning, and roam about fields and lanes all day, or
+even escape for days or weeks together; but, saving in the country, I
+seldom go out until after dark, though, Heaven be thanked, I love its
+light and feel the cheerfulness it sheds upon the earth, as much as any
+creature living.
+
+I have fallen insensibly into this habit, both because it favours my
+infirmity and because it affords me greater opportunity of speculating
+on the characters and occupations of those who fill the streets. The
+glare and hurry of broad noon are not adapted to idle pursuits like
+mine; a glimpse of passing faces caught by the light of a street-lamp
+or a shop window is often better for my purpose than their full
+revelation in the daylight; and, if I must add the truth, night is
+kinder in this respect than day, which too often destroys an air-built
+castle at the moment of its completion, without the least ceremony or
+remorse.
+
+That constant pacing to and fro, that never-ending restlessness, that
+incessant tread of feet wearing the rough stones smooth and glossy--is
+it not a wonder how the dwellers in narrows ways can bear to hear it!
+Think of a sick man in such a place as Saint Martin's Court, listening
+to the footsteps, and in the midst of pain and weariness obliged,
+despite himself (as though it were a task he must perform) to detect
+the child's step from the man's, the slipshod beggar from the booted
+exquisite, the lounging from the busy, the dull heel of the sauntering
+outcast from the quick tread of an expectant pleasure-seeker--think of
+the hum and noise always being present to his sense, and of the stream
+of life that will not stop, pouring on, on, on, through all his
+restless dreams, as if he were condemned to lie, dead but conscious, in
+a noisy churchyard, and had no hope of rest for centuries to come.
+
+Then, the crowds for ever passing and repassing on the bridges (on
+those which are free of toll at last), where many stop on fine evenings
+looking listlessly down upon the water with some vague idea that by and
+by it runs between green banks which grow wider and wider until at last
+it joins the broad vast sea--where some halt to rest from heavy loads
+and think as they look over the parapet that to smoke and lounge away
+one's life, and lie sleeping in the sun upon a hot tarpaulin, in a
+dull, slow, sluggish barge, must be happiness unalloyed--and where
+some, and a very different class, pause with heavier loads than they,
+remembering to have heard or read in old time that drowning was not a
+hard death, but of all means of suicide the easiest and best.
+
+Covent Garden Market at sunrise too, in the spring or summer, when the
+fragrance of sweet flowers is in the air, over-powering even the
+unwholesome streams of last night's debauchery, and driving the dusky
+thrush, whose cage has hung outside a garret window all night long,
+half mad with joy! Poor bird! the only neighbouring thing at all akin
+to the other little captives, some of whom, shrinking from the hot
+hands of drunken purchasers, lie drooping on the path already, while
+others, soddened by close contact, await the time when they shall be
+watered and freshened up to please more sober company, and make old
+clerks who pass them on their road to business, wonder what has filled
+their breasts with visions of the country.
+
+But my present purpose is not to expatiate upon my walks. The story I
+am about to relate, and to which I shall recur at intervals, arose out
+of one of these rambles; and thus I have been led to speak of them by
+way of preface.
+
+One night I had roamed into the City, and was walking slowly on in my
+usual way, musing upon a great many things, when I was arrested by an
+inquiry, the purport of which did not reach me, but which seemed to be
+addressed to myself, and was preferred in a soft sweet voice that
+struck me very pleasantly. I turned hastily round and found at my elbow
+a pretty little girl, who begged to be directed to a certain street at
+a considerable distance, and indeed in quite another quarter of the
+town.
+
+'It is a very long way from here,' said I, 'my child.'
+
+'I know that, sir,' she replied timidly. 'I am afraid it is a very long
+way, for I came from there to-night.'
+
+'Alone?' said I, in some surprise.
+
+'Oh, yes, I don't mind that, but I am a little frightened now, for I
+had lost my road.'
+
+'And what made you ask it of me? Suppose I should tell you wrong?'
+
+'I am sure you will not do that,' said the little creature,' you are
+such a very old gentleman, and walk so slow yourself.'
+
+I cannot describe how much I was impressed by this appeal and the
+energy with which it was made, which brought a tear into the child's
+clear eye, and made her slight figure tremble as she looked up into my
+face.
+
+'Come,' said I, 'I'll take you there.'
+
+She put her hand in mine as confidingly as if she had known me from her
+cradle, and we trudged away together; the little creature accommodating
+her pace to mine, and rather seeming to lead and take care of me than I
+to be protecting her. I observed that every now and then she stole a
+curious look at my face, as if to make quite sure that I was not
+deceiving her, and that these glances (very sharp and keen they were
+too) seemed to increase her confidence at every repetition.
+
+For my part, my curiosity and interest were at least equal to the
+child's, for child she certainly was, although I thought it probably
+from what I could make out, that her very small and delicate frame
+imparted a peculiar youthfulness to her appearance. Though more
+scantily attired than she might have been she was dressed with perfect
+neatness, and betrayed no marks of poverty or neglect.
+
+'Who has sent you so far by yourself?' said I.
+
+'Someone who is very kind to me, sir.'
+
+'And what have you been doing?'
+
+'That, I must not tell,' said the child firmly.
+
+There was something in the manner of this reply which caused me to look
+at the little creature with an involuntary expression of surprise; for
+I wondered what kind of errand it might be that occasioned her to be
+prepared for questioning. Her quick eye seemed to read my thoughts, for
+as it met mine she added that there was no harm in what she had been
+doing, but it was a great secret--a secret which she did not even know
+herself.
+
+This was said with no appearance of cunning or deceit, but with an
+unsuspicious frankness that bore the impress of truth. She walked on as
+before, growing more familiar with me as we proceeded and talking
+cheerfully by the way, but she said no more about her home, beyond
+remarking that we were going quite a new road and asking if it were a
+short one.
+
+While we were thus engaged, I revolved in my mind a hundred different
+explanations of the riddle and rejected them every one. I really felt
+ashamed to take advantage of the ingenuousness or grateful feeling of
+the child for the purpose of gratifying my curiosity. I love these
+little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh
+from God, love us. As I had felt pleased at first by her confidence I
+determined to deserve it, and to do credit to the nature which had
+prompted her to repose it in me.
+
+There was no reason, however, why I should refrain from seeing the
+person who had inconsiderately sent her to so great a distance by night
+and alone, and as it was not improbable that if she found herself near
+home she might take farewell of me and deprive me of the opportunity, I
+avoided the most frequented ways and took the most intricate, and thus
+it was not until we arrived in the street itself that she knew where we
+were. Clapping her hands with pleasure and running on before me for a
+short distance, my little acquaintance stopped at a door and remaining
+on the step till I came up knocked at it when I joined her.
+
+A part of this door was of glass unprotected by any shutter, which I
+did not observe at first, for all was very dark and silent within, and
+I was anxious (as indeed the child was also) for an answer to our
+summons. When she had knocked twice or thrice there was a noise as if
+some person were moving inside, and at length a faint light appeared
+through the glass which, as it approached very slowly, the bearer
+having to make his way through a great many scattered articles, enabled
+me to see both what kind of person it was who advanced and what kind of
+place it was through which he came.
+
+It was an old man with long grey hair, whose face and figure as he held
+the light above his head and looked before him as he approached, I
+could plainly see. Though much altered by age, I fancied I could
+recognize in his spare and slender form something of that delicate
+mould which I had noticed in the child. Their bright blue eyes were
+certainly alike, but his face was so deeply furrowed and so very full
+of care, that here all resemblance ceased.
+
+The place through which he made his way at leisure was one of those
+receptacles for old and curious things which seem to crouch in odd
+corners of this town and to hide their musty treasures from the public
+eye in jealousy and distrust. There were suits of mail standing like
+ghosts in armour here and there, fantastic carvings brought from
+monkish cloisters, rusty weapons of various kinds, distorted figures in
+china and wood and iron and ivory: tapestry and strange furniture that
+might have been designed in dreams. The haggard aspect of the little
+old man was wonderfully suited to the place; he might have groped among
+old churches and tombs and deserted houses and gathered all the spoils
+with his own hands. There was nothing in the whole collection but was
+in keeping with himself nothing that looked older or more worn than he.
+
+As he turned the key in the lock, he surveyed me with some astonishment
+which was not diminished when he looked from me to my companion. The
+door being opened, the child addressed him as grandfather, and told him
+the little story of our companionship.
+
+'Why, bless thee, child,' said the old man, patting her on the head,
+'how couldst thou miss thy way? What if I had lost thee, Nell!'
+
+'I would have found my way back to YOU, grandfather,' said the child
+boldly; 'never fear.'
+
+The old man kissed her, then turning to me and begging me to walk in, I
+did so. The door was closed and locked. Preceding me with the light, he
+led me through the place I had already seen from without, into a small
+sitting-room behind, in which was another door opening into a kind of
+closet, where I saw a little bed that a fairy might have slept in, it
+looked so very small and was so prettily arranged. The child took a
+candle and tripped into this little room, leaving the old man and me
+together.
+
+'You must be tired, sir,' said he as he placed a chair near the fire,
+'how can I thank you?'
+
+'By taking more care of your grandchild another time, my good friend,'
+I replied.
+
+'More care!' said the old man in a shrill voice, 'more care of Nelly!
+Why, who ever loved a child as I love Nell?'
+
+He said this with such evident surprise that I was perplexed what
+answer to make, and the more so because coupled with something feeble
+and wandering in his manner, there were in his face marks of deep and
+anxious thought which convinced me that he could not be, as I had been
+at first inclined to suppose, in a state of dotage or imbecility.
+
+'I don't think you consider--' I began.
+
+'I don't consider!' cried the old man interrupting me, 'I don't
+consider her! Ah, how little you know of the truth! Little Nelly,
+little Nelly!'
+
+It would be impossible for any man, I care not what his form of speech
+might be, to express more affection than the dealer in curiosities did,
+in these four words. I waited for him to speak again, but he rested his
+chin upon his hand and shaking his head twice or thrice fixed his eyes
+upon the fire.
+
+While we were sitting thus in silence, the door of the closet opened,
+and the child returned, her light brown hair hanging loose about her
+neck, and her face flushed with the haste she had made to rejoin us.
+She busied herself immediately in preparing supper, and while she was
+thus engaged I remarked that the old man took an opportunity of
+observing me more closely than he had done yet. I was surprised to see
+that all this time everything was done by the child, and that there
+appeared to be no other persons but ourselves in the house. I took
+advantage of a moment when she was absent to venture a hint on this
+point, to which the old man replied that there were few grown persons
+as trustworthy or as careful as she.
+
+'It always grieves me,' I observed, roused by what I took to be his
+selfishness, 'it always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of
+children into the ways of life, when they are scarcely more than
+infants. It checks their confidence and simplicity--two of the best
+qualities that Heaven gives them--and demands that they share our
+sorrows before they are capable of entering into our enjoyments.'
+
+'It will never check hers,' said the old man looking steadily at me,
+'the springs are too deep. Besides, the children of the poor know but
+few pleasures. Even the cheap delights of childhood must be bought and
+paid for.'
+
+'But--forgive me for saying this--you are surely not so very
+poor'--said I.
+
+'She is not my child, sir,' returned the old man. 'Her mother was, and
+she was poor. I save nothing--not a penny--though I live as you see,
+but'--he laid his hand upon my arm and leant forward to whisper--'she
+shall be rich one of these days, and a fine lady. Don't you think ill
+of me because I use her help. She gives it cheerfully as you see, and
+it would break her heart if she knew that I suffered anybody else to do
+for me what her little hands could undertake. I don't consider!'--he
+cried with sudden querulousness, 'why, God knows that this one child is
+the thought and object of my life, and yet he never prospers me--no,
+never!'
+
+At this juncture, the subject of our conversation again returned, and
+the old man motioning to me to approach the table, broke off, and said
+no more.
+
+We had scarcely begun our repast when there was a knock at the door by
+which I had entered, and Nell bursting into a hearty laugh, which I was
+rejoiced to hear, for it was childlike and full of hilarity, said it
+was no doubt dear old Kit coming back at last.
+
+'Foolish Nell!' said the old man fondling with her hair. 'She always
+laughs at poor Kit.'
+
+The child laughed again more heartily than before, and I could not help
+smiling from pure sympathy. The little old man took up a candle and
+went to open the door. When he came back, Kit was at his heels.
+
+Kit was a shock-headed, shambling, awkward lad with an uncommonly wide
+mouth, very red cheeks, a turned-up nose, and certainly the most
+comical expression of face I ever saw. He stopped short at the door on
+seeing a stranger, twirled in his hand a perfectly round old hat
+without any vestige of a brim, and resting himself now on one leg and
+now on the other and changing them constantly, stood in the doorway,
+looking into the parlour with the most extraordinary leer I ever
+beheld. I entertained a grateful feeling towards the boy from that
+minute, for I felt that he was the comedy of the child's life.
+
+'A long way, wasn't it, Kit?' said the little old man.
+
+'Why, then, it was a goodish stretch, master,' returned Kit.
+
+'Of course you have come back hungry?'
+
+'Why, then, I do consider myself rather so, master,' was the answer.
+
+The lad had a remarkable manner of standing sideways as he spoke, and
+thrusting his head forward over his shoulder, as if he could not get at
+his voice without that accompanying action. I think he would have
+amused one anywhere, but the child's exquisite enjoyment of his oddity,
+and the relief it was to find that there was something she associated
+with merriment in a place that appeared so unsuited to her, were quite
+irresistible. It was a great point too that Kit himself was flattered
+by the sensation he created, and after several efforts to preserve his
+gravity, burst into a loud roar, and so stood with his mouth wide open
+and his eyes nearly shut, laughing violently.
+
+The old man had again relapsed into his former abstraction and took no
+notice of what passed, but I remarked that when her laugh was over, the
+child's bright eyes were dimmed with tears, called forth by the
+fullness of heart with which she welcomed her uncouth favourite after
+the little anxiety of the night. As for Kit himself (whose laugh had
+been all the time one of that sort which very little would change into
+a cry) he carried a large slice of bread and meat and a mug of beer
+into a corner, and applied himself to disposing of them with great
+voracity.
+
+'Ah!' said the old man turning to me with a sigh, as if I had spoken to
+him but that moment, 'you don't know what you say when you tell me that
+I don't consider her.'
+
+'You must not attach too great weight to a remark founded on first
+appearances, my friend,' said I.
+
+'No,' returned the old man thoughtfully, 'no. Come hither, Nell.'
+
+The little girl hastened from her seat, and put her arm about his neck.
+
+'Do I love thee, Nell?' said he. 'Say--do I love thee, Nell, or no?'
+
+The child only answered by her caresses, and laid her head upon his
+breast.
+
+'Why dost thou sob?' said the grandfather, pressing her closer to him
+and glancing towards me. 'Is it because thou know'st I love thee, and
+dost not like that I should seem to doubt it by my question? Well,
+well--then let us say I love thee dearly.'
+
+'Indeed, indeed you do,' replied the child with great earnestness, 'Kit
+knows you do.'
+
+Kit, who in despatching his bread and meat had been swallowing
+two-thirds of his knife at every mouthful with the coolness of a
+juggler, stopped short in his operations on being thus appealed to, and
+bawled 'Nobody isn't such a fool as to say he doosn't,' after which he
+incapacitated himself for further conversation by taking a most
+prodigious sandwich at one bite.
+
+'She is poor now'--said the old man, patting the child's cheek, 'but I
+say again that the time is coming when she shall be rich. It has been a
+long time coming, but it must come at last; a very long time, but it
+surely must come. It has come to other men who do nothing but waste and
+riot. When WILL it come to me!'
+
+'I am very happy as I am, grandfather,' said the child.
+
+'Tush, tush!' returned the old man, 'thou dost not know--how should'st
+thou!' then he muttered again between his teeth, 'The time must come, I
+am very sure it must. It will be all the better for coming late'; and
+then he sighed and fell into his former musing state, and still holding
+the child between his knees appeared to be insensible to everything
+around him. By this time it wanted but a few minutes of midnight and I
+rose to go, which recalled him to himself.
+
+'One moment, sir,' he said, 'Now, Kit--near midnight, boy, and you
+still here! Get home, get home, and be true to your time in the
+morning, for there's work to do. Good night! There, bid him good night,
+Nell, and let him be gone!'
+
+'Good night, Kit,' said the child, her eyes lighting up with merriment
+and kindness.
+
+'Good night, Miss Nell,' returned the boy.
+
+'And thank this gentleman,' interposed the old man, 'but for whose care
+I might have lost my little girl to-night.'
+
+'No, no, master,' said Kit, 'that won't do, that won't.'
+
+'What do you mean?' cried the old man.
+
+'I'd have found her, master,' said Kit, 'I'd have found her. I'll bet
+that I'd find her if she was above ground, I would, as quick as
+anybody, master. Ha, ha, ha!'
+
+Once more opening his mouth and shutting his eyes, and laughing like a
+stentor, Kit gradually backed to the door, and roared himself out.
+
+Free of the room, the boy was not slow in taking his departure; when he
+had gone, and the child was occupied in clearing the table, the old man
+said:
+
+'I haven't seemed to thank you, sir, for what you have done to-night,
+but I do thank you humbly and heartily, and so does she, and her thanks
+are better worth than mine. I should be sorry that you went away, and
+thought I was unmindful of your goodness, or careless of her--I am not
+indeed.'
+
+I was sure of that, I said, from what I had seen. 'But,' I added, 'may
+I ask you a question?'
+
+'Ay, sir,' replied the old man, 'What is it?'
+
+'This delicate child,' said I, 'with so much beauty and
+intelligence--has she nobody to care for her but you? Has she no other
+companion or advisor?'
+
+'No,' he returned, looking anxiously in my face, 'no, and she wants no
+other.'
+
+'But are you not fearful,' said I, 'that you may misunderstand a charge
+so tender? I am sure you mean well, but are you quite certain that you
+know how to execute such a trust as this? I am an old man, like you,
+and I am actuated by an old man's concern in all that is young and
+promising. Do you not think that what I have seen of you and this
+little creature to-night must have an interest not wholly free from
+pain?'
+
+'Sir,' rejoined the old man after a moment's silence. 'I have no right
+to feel hurt at what you say. It is true that in many respects I am the
+child, and she the grown person--that you have seen already. But waking
+or sleeping, by night or day, in sickness or health, she is the one
+object of my care, and if you knew of how much care, you would look on
+me with different eyes, you would indeed. Ah! It's a weary life for an
+old man--a weary, weary life--but there is a great end to gain and that
+I keep before me.'
+
+Seeing that he was in a state of excitement and impatience, I turned to
+put on an outer coat which I had thrown off on entering the room,
+purposing to say no more. I was surprised to see the child standing
+patiently by with a cloak upon her arm, and in her hand a hat, and
+stick.
+
+'Those are not mine, my dear,' said I.
+
+'No,' returned the child, 'they are grandfather's.'
+
+'But he is not going out to-night.'
+
+'Oh, yes, he is,' said the child, with a smile.
+
+'And what becomes of you, my pretty one?'
+
+'Me! I stay here of course. I always do.'
+
+I looked in astonishment towards the old man, but he was, or feigned to
+be, busied in the arrangement of his dress. From him I looked back to
+the slight gentle figure of the child. Alone! In that gloomy place all
+the long, dreary night.
+
+She evinced no consciousness of my surprise, but cheerfully helped the
+old man with his cloak, and when he was ready took a candle to light us
+out. Finding that we did not follow as she expected, she looked back
+with a smile and waited for us. The old man showed by his face that he
+plainly understood the cause of my hesitation, but he merely signed to
+me with an inclination of the head to pass out of the room before him,
+and remained silent. I had no resource but to comply.
+
+When we reached the door, the child setting down the candle, turned to
+say good night and raised her face to kiss me. Then she ran to the old
+man, who folded her in his arms and bade God bless her.
+
+'Sleep soundly, Nell,' he said in a low voice, 'and angels guard thy
+bed! Do not forget thy prayers, my sweet.'
+
+'No, indeed,' answered the child fervently, 'they make me feel so
+happy!'
+
+'That's well; I know they do; they should,' said the old man. 'Bless
+thee a hundred times! Early in the morning I shall be home.'
+
+'You'll not ring twice,' returned the child. 'The bell wakes me, even
+in the middle of a dream.'
+
+With this, they separated. The child opened the door (now guarded by a
+shutter which I had heard the boy put up before he left the house) and
+with another farewell whose clear and tender note I have recalled a
+thousand times, held it until we had passed out. The old man paused a
+moment while it was gently closed and fastened on the inside, and
+satisfied that this was done, walked on at a slow pace. At the
+street-corner he stopped, and regarding me with a troubled countenance
+said that our ways were widely different and that he must take his
+leave. I would have spoken, but summoning up more alacrity than might
+have been expected in one of his appearance, he hurried away. I could
+see that twice or thrice he looked back as if to ascertain if I were
+still watching him, or perhaps to assure himself that I was not
+following at a distance. The obscurity of the night favoured his
+disappearance, and his figure was soon beyond my sight.
+
+I remained standing on the spot where he had left me, unwilling to
+depart, and yet unknowing why I should loiter there. I looked wistfully
+into the street we had lately quitted, and after a time directed my
+steps that way. I passed and repassed the house, and stopped and
+listened at the door; all was dark, and silent as the grave.
+
+Yet I lingered about, and could not tear myself away, thinking of all
+possible harm that might happen to the child--of fires and robberies
+and even murder--and feeling as if some evil must ensue if I turned my
+back upon the place. The closing of a door or window in the street
+brought me before the curiosity-dealer's once more; I crossed the road
+and looked up at the house to assure myself that the noise had not come
+from there. No, it was black, cold, and lifeless as before.
+
+There were few passengers astir; the street was sad and dismal, and
+pretty well my own. A few stragglers from the theatres hurried by, and
+now and then I turned aside to avoid some noisy drunkard as he reeled
+homewards, but these interruptions were not frequent and soon ceased.
+The clocks struck one. Still I paced up and down, promising myself that
+every time should be the last, and breaking faith with myself on some
+new plea as often as I did so.
+
+The more I thought of what the old man had said, and of his looks and
+bearing, the less I could account for what I had seen and heard. I had
+a strong misgiving that his nightly absence was for no good purpose. I
+had only come to know the fact through the innocence of the child, and
+though the old man was by at the time, and saw my undisguised surprise,
+he had preserved a strange mystery upon the subject and offered no word
+of explanation. These reflections naturally recalled again more
+strongly than before his haggard face, his wandering manner, his
+restless anxious looks. His affection for the child might not be
+inconsistent with villany of the worst kind; even that very affection
+was in itself an extraordinary contradiction, or how could he leave her
+thus? Disposed as I was to think badly of him, I never doubted that his
+love for her was real. I could not admit the thought, remembering what
+had passed between us, and the tone of voice in which he had called her
+by her name.
+
+'Stay here of course,' the child had said in answer to my question, 'I
+always do!' What could take him from home by night, and every night! I
+called up all the strange tales I had ever heard of dark and secret
+deeds committed in great towns and escaping detection for a long series
+of years; wild as many of these stories were, I could not find one
+adapted to this mystery, which only became the more impenetrable, in
+proportion as I sought to solve it.
+
+Occupied with such thoughts as these, and a crowd of others all tending
+to the same point, I continued to pace the street for two long hours;
+at length the rain began to descend heavily, and then over-powered by
+fatigue though no less interested than I had been at first, I engaged
+the nearest coach and so got home. A cheerful fire was blazing on the
+hearth, the lamp burnt brightly, my clock received me with its old
+familiar welcome; everything was quiet, warm and cheering, and in happy
+contrast to the gloom and darkness I had quitted.
+
+But all that night, waking or in my sleep, the same thoughts recurred
+and the same images retained possession of my brain. I had ever before
+me the old dark murky rooms--the gaunt suits of mail with their ghostly
+silent air--the faces all awry, grinning from wood and stone--the dust
+and rust and worm that lives in wood--and alone in the midst of all
+this lumber and decay and ugly age, the beautiful child in her gentle
+slumber, smiling through her light and sunny dreams.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+After combating, for nearly a week, the feeling which impelled me to
+revisit the place I had quitted under the circumstances already
+detailed, I yielded to it at length; and determining that this time I
+would present myself by the light of day, bent my steps thither early
+in the morning.
+
+I walked past the house, and took several turns in the street, with
+that kind of hesitation which is natural to a man who is conscious that
+the visit he is about to pay is unexpected, and may not be very
+acceptable. However, as the door of the shop was shut, and it did not
+appear likely that I should be recognized by those within, if I
+continued merely to pass up and down before it, I soon conquered this
+irresolution, and found myself in the Curiosity Dealer's warehouse.
+
+The old man and another person were together in the back part, and
+there seemed to have been high words between them, for their voices
+which were raised to a very high pitch suddenly stopped on my entering,
+and the old man advancing hastily towards me, said in a tremulous tone
+that he was very glad I had come.
+
+'You interrupted us at a critical moment,' said he, pointing to the man
+whom I had found in company with him; 'this fellow will murder me one
+of these days. He would have done so, long ago, if he had dared.'
+
+'Bah! You would swear away my life if you could,' returned the other,
+after bestowing a stare and a frown on me; 'we all know that!'
+
+'I almost think I could,' cried the old man, turning feebly upon him.
+'If oaths, or prayers, or words, could rid me of you, they should. I
+would be quit of you, and would be relieved if you were dead.'
+
+'I know it,' returned the other. 'I said so, didn't I? But neither
+oaths, or prayers, nor words, WILL kill me, and therefore I live, and
+mean to live.'
+
+'And his mother died!' cried the old man, passionately clasping his
+hands and looking upward; 'and this is Heaven's justice!'
+
+The other stood lounging with his foot upon a chair, and regarded him
+with a contemptuous sneer. He was a young man of one-and-twenty or
+thereabouts; well made, and certainly handsome, though the expression
+of his face was far from prepossessing, having in common with his
+manner and even his dress, a dissipated, insolent air which repelled
+one.
+
+'Justice or no justice,' said the young fellow, 'here I am and here I
+shall stop till such time as I think fit to go, unless you send for
+assistance to put me out--which you won't do, I know. I tell you again
+that I want to see my sister.'
+
+'YOUR sister!' said the old man bitterly.
+
+'Ah! You can't change the relationship,' returned the other. 'If you
+could, you'd have done it long ago. I want to see my sister, that you
+keep cooped up here, poisoning her mind with your sly secrets and
+pretending an affection for her that you may work her to death, and add
+a few scraped shillings every week to the money you can hardly count. I
+want to see her; and I will.'
+
+'Here's a moralist to talk of poisoned minds! Here's a generous spirit
+to scorn scraped-up shillings!' cried the old man, turning from him to
+me. 'A profligate, sir, who has forfeited every claim not only upon
+those who have the misfortune to be of his blood, but upon society
+which knows nothing of him but his misdeeds. A liar too,' he added, in
+a lower voice as he drew closer to me, 'who knows how dear she is to
+me, and seeks to wound me even there, because there is a stranger
+nearby.'
+
+'Strangers are nothing to me, grandfather,' said the young fellow
+catching at the word, 'nor I to them, I hope. The best they can do, is
+to keep an eye to their business and leave me to mine. There's a friend
+of mine waiting outside, and as it seems that I may have to wait some
+time, I'll call him in, with your leave.'
+
+Saying this, he stepped to the door, and looking down the street
+beckoned several times to some unseen person, who, to judge from the
+air of impatience with which these signals were accompanied, required a
+great quantity of persuasion to induce him to advance. At length there
+sauntered up, on the opposite side of the way--with a bad pretense of
+passing by accident--a figure conspicuous for its dirty smartness,
+which after a great many frowns and jerks of the head, in resistance of
+the invitation, ultimately crossed the road and was brought into the
+shop.
+
+'There. It's Dick Swiveller,' said the young fellow, pushing him in.
+'Sit down, Swiveller.'
+
+'But is the old min agreeable?' said Mr Swiveller in an undertone.
+
+Mr Swiveller complied, and looking about him with a propitiatory smile,
+observed that last week was a fine week for the ducks, and this week
+was a fine week for the dust; he also observed that whilst standing by
+the post at the street-corner, he had observed a pig with a straw in
+his mouth issuing out of the tobacco-shop, from which appearance he
+augured that another fine week for the ducks was approaching, and that
+rain would certainly ensue. He furthermore took occasion to apologize
+for any negligence that might be perceptible in his dress, on the
+ground that last night he had had 'the sun very strong in his eyes'; by
+which expression he was understood to convey to his hearers in the most
+delicate manner possible, the information that he had been extremely
+drunk.
+
+'But what,' said Mr Swiveller with a sigh, 'what is the odds so long as
+the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing
+of friendship never moults a feather! What is the odds so long as the
+spirit is expanded by means of rosy wine, and the present moment is the
+least happiest of our existence!'
+
+'You needn't act the chairman here,' said his friend, half aside.
+
+'Fred!' cried Mr Swiveller, tapping his nose, 'a word to the wise is
+sufficient for them--we may be good and happy without riches, Fred.
+Say not another syllable. I know my cue; smart is the word. Only one
+little whisper, Fred--is the old min friendly?'
+
+'Never you mind,' replied his friend.
+
+'Right again, quite right,' said Mr Swiveller, 'caution is the word,
+and caution is the act.' with that, he winked as if in preservation of
+some deep secret, and folding his arms and leaning back in his chair,
+looked up at the ceiling with profound gravity.
+
+It was perhaps not very unreasonable to suspect from what had already
+passed, that Mr Swiveller was not quite recovered from the effects of
+the powerful sunlight to which he had made allusion; but if no such
+suspicion had been awakened by his speech, his wiry hair, dull eyes,
+and sallow face would still have been strong witnesses against him. His
+attire was not, as he had himself hinted, remarkable for the nicest
+arrangement, but was in a state of disorder which strongly induced the
+idea that he had gone to bed in it. It consisted of a brown body-coat
+with a great many brass buttons up the front and only one behind, a
+bright check neckerchief, a plaid waistcoat, soiled white trousers, and
+a very limp hat, worn with the wrong side foremost, to hide a hole in
+the brim. The breast of his coat was ornamented with an outside pocket
+from which there peeped forth the cleanest end of a very large and very
+ill-favoured handkerchief; his dirty wristbands were pulled on as far
+as possible and ostentatiously folded back over his cuffs; he displayed
+no gloves, and carried a yellow cane having at the top a bone hand with
+the semblance of a ring on its little finger and a black ball in its
+grasp. With all these personal advantages (to which may be added a
+strong savour of tobacco-smoke, and a prevailing greasiness of
+appearance) Mr Swiveller leant back in his chair with his eyes fixed on
+the ceiling, and occasionally pitching his voice to the needful key,
+obliged the company with a few bars of an intensely dismal air, and
+then, in the middle of a note, relapsed into his former silence.
+
+The old man sat himself down in a chair, and with folded hands, looked
+sometimes at his grandson and sometimes at his strange companion, as if
+he were utterly powerless and had no resource but to leave them to do
+as they pleased. The young man reclined against a table at no great
+distance from his friend, in apparent indifference to everything that
+had passed; and I--who felt the difficulty of any interference,
+notwithstanding that the old man had appealed to me, both by words and
+looks--made the best feint I could of being occupied in examining some
+of the goods that were disposed for sale, and paying very little
+attention to a person before me.
+
+The silence was not of long duration, for Mr Swiveller, after favouring
+us with several melodious assurances that his heart was in the
+Highlands, and that he wanted but his Arab steed as a preliminary to
+the achievement of great feats of valour and loyalty, removed his eyes
+from the ceiling and subsided into prose again.
+
+'Fred,' said Mr Swiveller stopping short, as if the idea had suddenly
+occurred to him, and speaking in the same audible whisper as before,
+'is the old min friendly?'
+
+'What does it matter?' returned his friend peevishly.
+
+'No, but IS he?' said Dick.
+
+'Yes, of course. What do I care whether he is or not?'
+
+Emboldened as it seemed by this reply to enter into a more general
+conversation, Mr Swiveller plainly laid himself out to captivate our
+attention.
+
+He began by remarking that soda-water, though a good thing in the
+abstract, was apt to lie cold upon the stomach unless qualified with
+ginger, or a small infusion of brandy, which latter article he held to
+be preferable in all cases, saving for the one consideration of
+expense. Nobody venturing to dispute these positions, he proceeded to
+observe that the human hair was a great retainer of tobacco-smoke, and
+that the young gentlemen of Westminster and Eton, after eating vast
+quantities of apples to conceal any scent of cigars from their anxious
+friends, were usually detected in consequence of their heads possessing
+this remarkable property; when he concluded that if the Royal Society
+would turn their attention to the circumstance, and endeavour to find
+in the resources of science a means of preventing such untoward
+revelations, they might indeed be looked upon as benefactors to
+mankind. These opinions being equally incontrovertible with those he
+had already pronounced, he went on to inform us that Jamaica rum,
+though unquestionably an agreeable spirit of great richness and
+flavour, had the drawback of remaining constantly present to the taste
+next day; and nobody being venturous enough to argue this point either,
+he increased in confidence and became yet more companionable and
+communicative.
+
+'It's a devil of a thing, gentlemen,' said Mr Swiveller, 'when
+relations fall out and disagree. If the wing of friendship should never
+moult a feather, the wing of relationship should never be clipped, but
+be always expanded and serene. Why should a grandson and grandfather
+peg away at each other with mutual wiolence when all might be bliss and
+concord. Why not jine hands and forgit it?'
+
+'Hold your tongue,' said his friend.
+
+'Sir,' replied Mr Swiveller, 'don't you interrupt the chair.
+Gentlemen, how does the case stand, upon the present occasion? Here is
+a jolly old grandfather--I say it with the utmost respect--and here is
+a wild, young grandson. The jolly old grandfather says to the wild
+young grandson, "I have brought you up and educated you, Fred; I have
+put you in the way of getting on in life; you have bolted a little out
+of course, as young fellows often do; and you shall never have another
+chance, nor the ghost of half a one." The wild young grandson makes
+answer to this and says, "You're as rich as rich can be; you have been
+at no uncommon expense on my account, you're saving up piles of money
+for my little sister that lives with you in a secret, stealthy,
+hugger-muggering kind of way and with no manner of enjoyment--why can't
+you stand a trifle for your grown-up relation?" The jolly old
+grandfather unto this, retorts, not only that he declines to fork out
+with that cheerful readiness which is always so agreeable and pleasant
+in a gentleman of his time of life, but that he will bow up, and call
+names, and make reflections whenever they meet. Then the plain question
+is, an't it a pity that this state of things should continue, and how
+much better would it be for the gentleman to hand over a reasonable
+amount of tin, and make it all right and comfortable?'
+
+Having delivered this oration with a great many waves and flourishes of
+the hand, Mr Swiveller abruptly thrust the head of his cane into his
+mouth as if to prevent himself from impairing the effect of his speech
+by adding one other word.
+
+'Why do you hunt and persecute me, God help me!' said the old man
+turning to his grandson. 'Why do you bring your prolifigate companions
+here? How often am I to tell you that my life is one of care and
+self-denial, and that I am poor?'
+
+'How often am I to tell you,' returned the other, looking coldly at
+him, 'that I know better?'
+
+'You have chosen your own path,' said the old man. 'Follow it. Leave
+Nell and me to toil and work.'
+
+'Nell will be a woman soon,' returned the other, 'and, bred in your
+faith, she'll forget her brother unless he shows himself sometimes.'
+
+'Take care,' said the old man with sparkling eyes, 'that she does not
+forget you when you would have her memory keenest. Take care that the
+day don't come when you walk barefoot in the streets, and she rides by
+in a gay carriage of her own.'
+
+'You mean when she has your money?' retorted the other. 'How like a
+poor man he talks!'
+
+'And yet,' said the old man dropping his voice and speaking like one
+who thinks aloud, 'how poor we are, and what a life it is! The cause is
+a young child's guiltless of all harm or wrong, but nothing goes well
+with it! Hope and patience, hope and patience!'
+
+These words were uttered in too low a tone to reach the ears of the
+young men. Mr Swiveller appeared to think that they implied some mental
+struggle consequent upon the powerful effect of his address, for he
+poked his friend with his cane and whispered his conviction that he had
+administered 'a clincher,' and that he expected a commission on the
+profits. Discovering his mistake after a while, he appeared to grow
+rather sleepy and discontented, and had more than once suggested the
+propriety of an immediate departure, when the door opened, and the
+child herself appeared.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+The child was closely followed by an elderly man of remarkably hard
+features and forbidding aspect, and so low in stature as to be quite a
+dwarf, though his head and face were large enough for the body of a
+giant. His black eyes were restless, sly, and cunning; his mouth and
+chin, bristly with the stubble of a coarse hard beard; and his
+complexion was one of that kind which never looks clean or wholesome.
+But what added most to the grotesque expression of his face was a
+ghastly smile, which, appearing to be the mere result of habit and to
+have no connection with any mirthful or complacent feeling, constantly
+revealed the few discoloured fangs that were yet scattered in his
+mouth, and gave him the aspect of a panting dog. His dress consisted of
+a large high-crowned hat, a worn dark suit, a pair of capacious shoes,
+and a dirty white neckerchief sufficiently limp and crumpled to
+disclose the greater portion of his wiry throat. Such hair as he had
+was of a grizzled black, cut short and straight upon his temples, and
+hanging in a frowzy fringe about his ears. His hands, which were of a
+rough, coarse grain, were very dirty; his fingernails were crooked,
+long, and yellow.
+
+There was ample time to note these particulars, for besides that they
+were sufficiently obvious without very close observation, some moments
+elapsed before any one broke silence. The child advanced timidly
+towards her brother and put her hand in his, the dwarf (if we may call
+him so) glanced keenly at all present, and the curiosity-dealer, who
+plainly had not expected his uncouth visitor, seemed disconcerted and
+embarrassed.
+
+'Ah!' said the dwarf, who with his hand stretched out above his eyes
+had been surveying the young man attentively, 'that should be your
+grandson, neighbour!'
+
+'Say rather that he should not be,' replied the old man. 'But he is.'
+
+'And that?' said the dwarf, pointing to Dick Swiveller.
+
+'Some friend of his, as welcome here as he,' said the old man.
+
+'And that?' inquired the dwarf, wheeling round and pointing straight at
+me.
+
+'A gentleman who was so good as to bring Nell home the other night when
+she lost her way, coming from your house.'
+
+The little man turned to the child as if to chide her or express his
+wonder, but as she was talking to the young man, held his peace, and
+bent his head to listen.
+
+'Well, Nelly,' said the young fellow aloud. 'Do they teach you to hate
+me, eh?'
+
+'No, no. For shame. Oh, no!' cried the child.
+
+'To love me, perhaps?' pursued her brother with a sneer.
+
+'To do neither,' she returned. 'They never speak to me about you.
+Indeed they never do.'
+
+'I dare be bound for that,' he said, darting a bitter look at the
+grandfather. 'I dare be bound for that Nell. Oh! I believe you there!'
+
+'But I love you dearly, Fred,' said the child.
+
+'No doubt!'
+
+'I do indeed, and always will,' the child repeated with great emotion,
+'but oh! If you would leave off vexing him and making him unhappy, then
+I could love you more.'
+
+'I see!' said the young man, as he stooped carelessly over the child,
+and having kissed her, pushed her from him: 'There--get you away now
+you have said your lesson. You needn't whimper. We part good friends
+enough, if that's the matter.'
+
+He remained silent, following her with his eyes, until she had gained
+her little room and closed the door; and then turning to the dwarf,
+said abruptly,
+
+'Harkee, Mr--'
+
+'Meaning me?' returned the dwarf. 'Quilp is my name. You might
+remember. It's not a long one--Daniel Quilp.'
+
+'Harkee, Mr Quilp, then,' pursued the other, 'You have some influence
+with my grandfather there.'
+
+'Some,' said Mr Quilp emphatically.
+
+'And are in a few of his mysteries and secrets.'
+
+'A few,' replied Quilp, with equal dryness.
+
+'Then let me tell him once for all, through you, that I will come into
+and go out of this place as often as I like, so long as he keeps Nell
+here; and that if he wants to be quit of me, he must first be quit of
+her. What have I done to be made a bugbear of, and to be shunned and
+dreaded as if I brought the plague? He'll tell you that I have no
+natural affection; and that I care no more for Nell, for her own sake,
+than I do for him. Let him say so. I care for the whim, then, of coming
+to and fro and reminding her of my existence. I WILL see her when I
+please. That's my point. I came here to-day to maintain it, and I'll
+come here again fifty times with the same object and always with the
+same success. I said I would stop till I had gained it. I have done
+so, and now my visit's ended. Come Dick.'
+
+'Stop!' cried Mr Swiveller, as his companion turned toward the door.
+'Sir!'
+
+'Sir, I am your humble servant,' said Mr Quilp, to whom the
+monosyllable was addressed.
+
+'Before I leave the gay and festive scene, and halls of dazzling light,
+sir,' said Mr Swiveller, 'I will with your permission, attempt a slight
+remark. I came here, sir, this day, under the impression that the old
+min was friendly.'
+
+'Proceed, sir,' said Daniel Quilp; for the orator had made a sudden
+stop.
+
+'Inspired by this idea and the sentiments it awakened, sir, and feeling
+as a mutual friend that badgering, baiting, and bullying, was not the
+sort of thing calculated to expand the souls and promote the social
+harmony of the contending parties, I took upon myself to suggest a
+course which is THE course to be adopted to the present occasion. Will
+you allow me to whisper half a syllable, sir?'
+
+Without waiting for the permission he sought, Mr Swiveller stepped up
+to the dwarf, and leaning on his shoulder and stooping down to get at
+his ear, said in a voice which was perfectly audible to all present,
+
+'The watch-word to the old min is--fork.'
+
+'Is what?' demanded Quilp.
+
+'Is fork, sir, fork,' replied Mr Swiveller slapping his pocket. 'You
+are awake, sir?'
+
+The dwarf nodded. Mr Swiveller drew back and nodded likewise, then drew
+a little further back and nodded again, and so on. By these means he in
+time reached the door, where he gave a great cough to attract the
+dwarf's attention and gain an opportunity of expressing in dumb show,
+the closest confidence and most inviolable secrecy. Having performed
+the serious pantomime that was necessary for the due conveyance of
+these idea, he cast himself upon his friend's track, and vanished.
+
+'Humph!' said the dwarf with a sour look and a shrug of his shoulders,
+'so much for dear relations. Thank God I acknowledge none! Nor need you
+either,' he added, turning to the old man, 'if you were not as weak as
+a reed, and nearly as senseless.'
+
+'What would you have me do?' he retorted in a kind of helpless
+desperation. 'It is easy to talk and sneer. What would you have me do?'
+
+'What would I do if I was in your case?' said the dwarf.
+
+'Something violent, no doubt.'
+
+'You're right there,' returned the little man, highly gratified by the
+compliment, for such he evidently considered it; and grinning like a
+devil as he rubbed his dirty hands together. 'Ask Mrs Quilp, pretty Mrs
+Quilp, obedient, timid, loving Mrs Quilp. But that reminds me--I have
+left her all alone, and she will be anxious and know not a moment's
+peace till I return. I know she's always in that condition when I'm
+away, thought she doesn't dare to say so, unless I lead her on and tell
+her she may speak freely and I won't be angry with her. Oh!
+well-trained Mrs Quilp.'
+
+The creature appeared quite horrible with his monstrous head and little
+body, as he rubbed his hands slowly round, and round, and round
+again--with something fantastic even in his manner of performing this
+slight action--and, dropping his shaggy brows and cocking his chin in
+the air, glanced upward with a stealthy look of exultation that an imp
+might have copied and appropriated to himself.
+
+'Here,' he said, putting his hand into his breast and sidling up to the
+old man as he spoke; 'I brought it myself for fear of accidents, as,
+being in gold, it was something large and heavy for Nell to carry in
+her bag. She need be accustomed to such loads betimes though,
+neighbor, for she will carry weight when you are dead.'
+
+'Heaven send she may! I hope so,' said the old man with something like
+a groan.
+
+'Hope so!' echoed the dwarf, approaching close to his ear; 'neighbour,
+I would I knew in what good investment all these supplies are sunk. But
+you are a deep man, and keep your secret close.'
+
+'My secret!' said the other with a haggard look. 'Yes, you're
+right--I--I--keep it close--very close.'
+
+He said no more, but taking the money turned away with a slow,
+uncertain step, and pressed his hand upon his head like a weary and
+dejected man. The dwarf watched him sharply, while he passed into the
+little sitting-room and locked it in an iron safe above the
+chimney-piece; and after musing for a short space, prepared to take his
+leave, observing that unless he made good haste, Mrs Quilp would
+certainly be in fits on his return.
+
+'And so, neighbour,' he added, 'I'll turn my face homewards, leaving my
+love for Nelly and hoping she may never lose her way again, though her
+doing so HAS procured me an honour I didn't expect.' With that he bowed
+and leered at me, and with a keen glance around which seemed to
+comprehend every object within his range of vision, however, small or
+trivial, went his way.
+
+I had several times essayed to go myself, but the old man had always
+opposed it and entreated me to remain. As he renewed his entreaties on
+our being left along, and adverted with many thanks to the former
+occasion of our being together, I willingly yielded to his persuasions,
+and sat down, pretending to examine some curious miniatures and a few
+old medals which he placed before me. It needed no great pressing to
+induce me to stay, for if my curiosity has been excited on the occasion
+of my first visit, it certainly was not diminished now.
+
+Nell joined us before long, and bringing some needle-work to the table,
+sat by the old man's side. It was pleasant to observe the fresh flowers
+in the room, the pet bird with a green bough shading his little cage,
+the breath of freshness and youth which seemed to rustle through the
+old dull house and hover round the child. It was curious, but not so
+pleasant, to turn from the beauty and grace of the girl, to the
+stooping figure, care-worn face, and jaded aspect of the old man. As
+he grew weaker and more feeble, what would become of this lonely little
+creature; poor protector as he was, say that he died--what would be her
+fate, then?
+
+The old man almost answered my thoughts, as he laid his hand on hers,
+and spoke aloud.
+
+'I'll be of better cheer, Nell,' he said; 'there must be good fortune
+in store for thee--I do not ask it for myself, but thee. Such miseries
+must fall on thy innocent head without it, that I cannot believe but
+that, being tempted, it will come at last!'
+
+She looked cheerfully into his face, but made no answer.
+
+'When I think,' said he, 'of the many years--many in thy short
+life--that thou has lived with me; of my monotonous existence, knowing
+no companions of thy own age nor any childish pleasures; of the
+solitude in which thou has grown to be what thou art, and in which thou
+hast lived apart from nearly all thy kind but one old man; I sometimes
+fear I have dealt hardly by thee, Nell.'
+
+'Grandfather!' cried the child in unfeigned surprise.
+
+'Not in intention--no no,' said he. 'I have ever looked forward to the
+time that should enable thee to mix among the gayest and prettiest, and
+take thy station with the best. But I still look forward, Nell, I still
+look forward, and if I should be forced to leave thee, meanwhile, how
+have I fitted thee for struggles with the world? The poor bird yonder
+is as well qualified to encounter it, and be turned adrift upon its
+mercies--Hark! I hear Kit outside. Go to him, Nell, go to him.'
+
+She rose, and hurrying away, stopped, turned back, and put her arms
+about the old man's neck, then left him and hurried away again--but
+faster this time, to hide her falling tears.
+
+'A word in your ear, sir,' said the old man in a hurried whisper. 'I
+have been rendered uneasy by what you said the other night, and can
+only plead that I have done all for the best--that it is too late to
+retract, if I could (though I cannot)--and that I hope to triumph yet.
+All is for her sake. I have borne great poverty myself, and would spare
+her the sufferings that poverty carries with it. I would spare her the
+miseries that brought her mother, my own dear child, to an early grave.
+I would leave her--not with resources which could be easily spent or
+squandered away, but with what would place her beyond the reach of want
+for ever. You mark me sir? She shall have no pittance, but a
+fortune--Hush! I can say no more than that, now or at any other time,
+and she is here again!'
+
+The eagerness with which all this was poured into my ear, the trembling
+of the hand with which he clasped my arm, the strained and starting
+eyes he fixed upon me, the wild vehemence and agitation of his manner,
+filled me with amazement. All that I had heard and seen, and a great
+part of what he had said himself, led me to suppose that he was a
+wealthy man. I could form no comprehension of his character, unless he
+were one of those miserable wretches who, having made gain the sole end
+and object of their lives and having succeeded in amassing great
+riches, are constantly tortured by the dread of poverty, and beset by
+fears of loss and ruin. Many things he had said which I had been at a
+loss to understand, were quite reconcilable with the idea thus
+presented to me, and at length I concluded that beyond all doubt he was
+one of this unhappy race.
+
+The opinion was not the result of hasty consideration, for which indeed
+there was no opportunity at that time, as the child came directly, and
+soon occupied herself in preparations for giving Kit a writing lesson,
+of which it seemed he had a couple every week, and one regularly on
+that evening, to the great mirth and enjoyment both of himself and his
+instructress. To relate how it was a long time before his modesty could
+be so far prevailed upon as it admit of his sitting down in the
+parlour, in the presence of an unknown gentleman--how, when he did set
+down, he tucked up his sleeves and squared his elbows and put his face
+close to the copy-book and squinted horribly at the lines--how, from
+the very first moment of having the pen in his hand, he began to wallow
+in blots, and to daub himself with ink up to the very roots of his
+hair--how, if he did by accident form a letter properly, he immediately
+smeared it out again with his arm in his preparations to make
+another--how, at every fresh mistake, there was a fresh burst of
+merriment from the child and louder and not less hearty laugh from poor
+Kit himself--and how there was all the way through, notwithstanding, a
+gentle wish on her part to teach, and an anxious desire on his to
+learn--to relate all these particulars would no doubt occupy more space
+and time than they deserve. It will be sufficient to say that the
+lesson was given--that evening passed and night came on--that the old
+man again grew restless and impatient--that he quitted the house
+secretly at the same hour as before--and that the child was once more
+left alone within its gloomy walls.
+
+And now that I have carried this history so far in my own character and
+introduced these personages to the reader, I shall for the convenience
+of the narrative detach myself from its further course, and leave those
+who have prominent and necessary parts in it to speak and act for
+themselves.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+Mr and Mrs Quilp resided on Tower Hill; and in her bower on Tower Hill
+Mrs Quilp was left to pine the absence of her lord, when he quitted her
+on the business which he had already seen to transact.
+
+Mr Quilp could scarcely be said to be of any particular trade or
+calling, though his pursuits were diversified and his occupations
+numerous. He collected the rents of whole colonies of filthy streets
+and alleys by the waterside, advanced money to the seamen and petty
+officers of merchant vessels, had a share in the ventures of divers
+mates of East Indiamen, smoked his smuggled cigars under the very nose
+of the Custom House, and made appointments on 'Change with men in
+glazed hats and round jackets pretty well every day. On the Surrey side
+of the river was a small rat-infested dreary yard called 'Quilp's
+Wharf,' in which were a little wooden counting-house burrowing all awry
+in the dust as if it had fallen from the clouds and ploughed into the
+ground; a few fragments of rusty anchors; several large iron rings;
+some piles of rotten wood; and two or three heaps of old sheet copper,
+crumpled, cracked, and battered. On Quilp's Wharf, Daniel Quilp was a
+ship-breaker, yet to judge from these appearances he must either have
+been a ship-breaker on a very small scale, or have broken his ships up
+very small indeed. Neither did the place present any extraordinary
+aspect of life or activity, as its only human occupant was an
+amphibious boy in a canvas suit, whose sole change of occupation was
+from sitting on the head of a pile and throwing stones into the mud
+when the tide was out, to standing with his hands in his pockets gazing
+listlessly on the motion and on the bustle of the river at high-water.
+
+The dwarf's lodging on Tower hill comprised, besides the needful
+accommodation for himself and Mrs Quilp, a small sleeping-closet for
+that lady's mother, who resided with the couple and waged perpetual war
+with Daniel; of whom, notwithstanding, she stood in no slight dread.
+Indeed, the ugly creature contrived by some means or other--whether by
+his ugliness or his ferocity or his natural cunning is no great
+matter--to impress with a wholesome fear of his anger, most of those
+with whom he was brought into daily contact and communication. Over
+nobody had he such complete ascendance as Mrs Quilp herself--a pretty
+little, mild-spoken, blue-eyed woman, who having allied herself in
+wedlock to the dwarf in one of those strange infatuations of which
+examples are by no means scarce, performed a sound practical penance
+for her folly, every day of her life.
+
+It has been said that Mrs Quilp was pining in her bower. In her bower
+she was, but not alone, for besides the old lady her mother of whom
+mention has recently been made, there were present some half-dozen
+ladies of the neighborhood who had happened by a strange accident (and
+also by a little understanding among themselves) to drop in one after
+another, just about tea-time. This being a season favourable to
+conversation, and the room being a cool, shady, lazy kind of place,
+with some plants at the open window shutting out the dust, and
+interposing pleasantly enough between the tea table within and the old
+Tower without, it is no wonder that the ladies felt an inclination to
+talk and linger, especially when there are taken into account the
+additional inducements of fresh butter, new bread, shrimps, and
+watercresses.
+
+Now, the ladies being together under these circumstances, it was
+extremely natural that the discourse should turn upon the propensity of
+mankind to tyrannize over the weaker sex, and the duty that developed
+upon the weaker sex to resist that tyranny and assert their rights and
+dignity. It was natural for four reasons: firstly, because Mrs Quilp
+being a young woman and notoriously under the dominion of her husband
+ought to be excited to rebel; secondly, because Mrs Quilp's parent was
+known to be laudably shrewish in her disposition and inclined to resist
+male authority; thirdly, because each visitor wished to show for
+herself how superior she was in this respect to the generality of her
+sex; and fourthly, because the company being accustomed to scandalise
+each other in pairs, were deprived of their usual subject of
+conversation now that they were all assembled in close friendship, and
+had consequently no better employment than to attack the common enemy.
+
+Moved by these considerations, a stout lady opened the proceedings by
+inquiring, with an air of great concern and sympathy, how Mr Quilp was;
+whereunto Mr Quilp's wife's mother replied sharply, 'Oh! He was well
+enough--nothing much was every the matter with him--and ill weeds were
+sure to thrive.' All the ladies then sighed in concert, shook their
+heads gravely, and looked at Mrs Quilp as a martyr.
+
+'Ah!' said the spokeswoman, 'I wish you'd give her a little of your
+advice, Mrs Jiniwin'--Mrs Quilp had been a Miss Jiniwin it should be
+observed--'nobody knows better than you, ma'am, what us women owe to
+ourselves.'
+
+'Owe indeed, ma'am!' replied Mrs Jiniwin. 'When my poor husband, her
+dear father, was alive, if he had ever ventured a cross word to me, I'd
+have--' The good old lady did not finish the sentence, but she twisted
+off the head of a shrimp with a vindictiveness which seemed to imply
+that the action was in some degree a substitute for words. In this
+light it was clearly understood by the other party, who immediately
+replied with great approbation, 'You quite enter into my feelings,
+ma'am, and it's jist what I'd do myself.'
+
+'But you have no call to do it,' said Mrs Jiniwin. 'Luckily for you,
+you have no more occasion to do it than I had.'
+
+'No woman need have, if she was true to herself,' rejoined the stout
+lady.
+
+'Do you hear that, Betsy?' said Mrs Jiniwin, in a warning voice. 'How
+often have I said the same words to you, and almost gone down my knees
+when I spoke 'em!'
+
+Poor Mrs Quilp, who had looked in a state of helplessness from one face
+of condolence to another, coloured, smiled, and shook her head
+doubtfully. This was the signal for a general clamour, which beginning
+in a low murmur gradually swelled into a great noise in which everybody
+spoke at once, and all said that she being a young woman had no right
+to set up her opinions against the experiences of those who knew so
+much better; that it was very wrong of her not to take the advice of
+people who had nothing at heart but her good; that it was next door to
+being downright ungrateful to conduct herself in that manner; that if
+she had no respect for herself she ought to have some for other women,
+all of whom she compromised by her meekness; and that if she had no
+respect for other women, the time would come when other women would
+have no respect for her; and she would be very sorry for that, they
+could tell her. Having dealt out these admonitions, the ladies fell to
+a more powerful assault than they had yet made upon the mixed tea, new
+bread, fresh butter, shrimps, and watercresses, and said that their
+vexation was so great to see her going on like that, that they could
+hardly bring themselves to eat a single morsel.
+
+It's all very fine to talk,' said Mrs Quilp with much simplicity, 'but
+I know that if I was to die to-morrow, Quilp could marry anybody he
+pleased--now that he could, I know!'
+
+There was quite a scream of indignation at this idea. Marry whom he
+pleased! They would like to see him dare to think of marrying any of
+them; they would like to see the faintest approach to such a thing.
+One lady (a widow) was quite certain she should stab him if he hinted
+at it.
+
+'Very well,' said Mrs Quilp, nodding her head, 'as I said just now,
+it's very easy to talk, but I say again that I know--that I'm
+sure--Quilp has such a way with him when he likes, that the best
+looking woman here couldn't refuse him if I was dead, and she was free,
+and he chose to make love to her. Come!'
+
+Everybody bridled up at this remark, as much as to say, 'I know you
+mean me. Let him try--that's all.' and yet for some hidden reason they
+were all angry with the widow, and each lady whispered in her
+neighbour's ear that it was very plain that said widow thought herself
+the person referred to, and what a puss she was!
+
+'Mother knows,' said Mrs Quilp, 'that what I say is quite correct, for
+she often said so before we were married. Didn't you say so, mother?'
+
+This inquiry involved the respected lady in rather a delicate position,
+for she certainly had been an active party in making her daughter Mrs
+Quilp, and, besides, it was not supporting the family credit to
+encourage the idea that she had married a man whom nobody else would
+have. On the other hand, to exaggerate the captivating qualities of her
+son-in-law would be to weaken the cause of revolt, in which all her
+energies were deeply engaged. Beset by these opposing considerations,
+Mrs Jiniwin admitted the powers of insinuation, but denied the right to
+govern, and with a timely compliment to the stout lady brought back the
+discussion to the point from which it had strayed.
+
+'Oh! It's a sensible and proper thing indeed, what Mrs George has
+said!' exclaimed the old lady. 'If women are only true to
+themselves!--But Betsy isn't, and more's the shame and pity.'
+
+'Before I'd let a man order me about as Quilp orders her,' said Mrs
+George, 'before I'd consent to stand in awe of a man as she does of
+him, I'd--I'd kill myself, and write a letter first to say he did it!'
+
+This remark being loudly commended and approved of, another lady (from
+the Minories) put in her word:
+
+'Mr Quilp may be a very nice man,' said this lady, 'and I supposed
+there's no doubt he is, because Mrs Quilp says he is, and Mrs Jiniwin
+says he is, and they ought to know, or nobody does. But still he is not
+quite a--what one calls a handsome man, nor quite a young man neither,
+which might be a little excuse for him if anything could be; whereas
+his wife is young, and is good-looking, and is a woman--which is the
+greatest thing after all.'
+
+This last clause being delivered with extraordinary pathos, elicited a
+corresponding murmer from the hearers, stimulated by which the lady
+went on to remark that if such a husband was cross and unreasonable
+with such a wife, then--
+
+'If he is!' interposed the mother, putting down her tea-cup and
+brushing the crumbs out of her lap, preparatory to making a solemn
+declaration. 'If he is! He is the greatest tyrant that every lived, she
+daren't call her soul her own, he makes her tremble with a word and
+even with a look, he frightens her to death, and she hasn't the spirit
+to give him a word back, no, not a single word.'
+
+Notwithstanding that the fact had been notorious beforehand to all the
+tea-drinkers, and had been discussed and expatiated on at every
+tea-drinking in the neighbourhood for the last twelve months, this
+official communication was no sooner made than they all began to talk
+at once and to vie with each other in vehemence and volubility. Mrs
+George remarked that people would talk, that people had often said this
+to her before, that Mrs Simmons then and there present had told her so
+twenty times, that she had always said, 'No, Henrietta Simmons, unless
+I see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears, I never will
+believe it.' Mrs Simmons corroborated this testimony and added strong
+evidence of her own. The lady from the Minories recounted a successful
+course of treatment under which she had placed her own husband, who,
+from manifesting one month after marriage unequivocal symptoms of the
+tiger, had by this means become subdued into a perfect lamb. Another
+lady recounted her own personal struggle and final triumph, in the
+course whereof she had found it necessary to call in her mother and two
+aunts, and to weep incessantly night and day for six weeks. A third,
+who in the general confusion could secure no other listener, fastened
+herself upon a young woman still unmarried who happened to be amongst
+them, and conjured her, as she valued her own peace of mind and
+happiness to profit by this solemn occasion, to take example from the
+weakness of Mrs Quilp, and from that time forth to direct her whole
+thoughts to taming and subduing the rebellious spirit of man. The noise
+was at its height, and half the company had elevated their voices into
+a perfect shriek in order to drown the voices of the other half, when
+Mrs Jiniwin was seen to change colour and shake her forefinger
+stealthily, as if exhorting them to silence. Then, and not until then,
+Daniel Quilp himself, the cause and occasion of all this clamour, was
+observed to be in the room, looking on and listening with profound
+attention.
+
+'Go on, ladies, go on,' said Daniel. 'Mrs Quilp, pray ask the ladies to
+stop to supper, and have a couple of lobsters and something light and
+palatable.'
+
+'I--I--didn't ask them to tea, Quilp,' stammered his wife. 'It's quite
+an accident.'
+
+'So much the better, Mrs Quilp; these accidental parties are always the
+pleasantest,' said the dwarf, rubbing his hands so hard that he seemed
+to be engaged in manufacturing, of the dirt with which they were
+encrusted, little charges for popguns. 'What! Not going, ladies, you
+are not going, surely!'
+
+His fair enemies tossed their heads slightly as they sought their
+respective bonnets and shawls, but left all verbal contention to Mrs
+Jiniwin, who finding herself in the position of champion, made a faint
+struggle to sustain the character.
+
+'And why not stop to supper, Quilp,' said the old lady, 'if my daughter
+had a mind?'
+
+'To be sure,' rejoined Daniel. 'Why not?'
+
+'There's nothing dishonest or wrong in a supper, I hope?' said Mrs
+Jiniwin.
+
+'Surely not,' returned the dwarf. 'Why should there be? Nor anything
+unwholesome, either, unless there's lobster-salad or prawns, which I'm
+told are not good for digestion.'
+
+'And you wouldn't like your wife to be attacked with that, or anything
+else that would make her uneasy would you?' said Mrs Jiniwin.
+
+'Not for a score of worlds,' replied the dwarf with a grin. 'Not even
+to have a score of mothers-in-law at the same time--and what a blessing
+that would be!'
+
+'My daughter's your wife, Mr Quilp, certainly,' said the old lady with
+a giggle, meant for satirical and to imply that he needed to be
+reminded of the fact; 'your wedded wife.'
+
+'So she is, certainly. So she is,' observed the dwarf.
+
+'And she has a right to do as she likes, I hope, Quilp,' said the
+old lady trembling, partly with anger and partly with a secret fear of
+her impish son-in-law.
+
+'Hope she has!' he replied. 'Oh! Don't you know she has? Don't you know
+she has, Mrs Jiniwin?
+
+'I know she ought to have, Quilp, and would have, if she was of my way
+of thinking.'
+
+'Why an't you of your mother's way of thinking, my dear?' said the
+dwarf, turing round and addressing his wife, 'why don't you always
+imitate your mother, my dear? She's the ornament of her sex--your
+father said so every day of his life. I am sure he did.'
+
+'Her father was a blessed creetur, Quilp, and worthy twenty thousand of
+some people,' said Mrs Jiniwin; 'twenty hundred million thousand.'
+
+'I should like to have known him,' remarked the dwarf. 'I dare say he
+was a blessed creature then; but I'm sure he is now. It was a happy
+release. I believe he had suffered a long time?'
+
+The old lady gave a gasp, but nothing came of it; Quilp resumed, with
+the same malice in his eye and the same sarcastic politeness on his
+tongue.
+
+'You look ill, Mrs Jiniwin; I know you have been exciting yourself too
+much--talking perhaps, for it is your weakness. Go to bed. Do go to
+bed.'
+
+'I shall go when I please, Quilp, and not before.'
+
+'But please to do now. Do please to go now,' said the dwarf.
+
+The old woman looked angrily at him, but retreated as he advanced, and
+falling back before him, suffered him to shut the door upon her and
+bolt her out among the guests, who were by this time crowding
+downstairs. Being left along with his wife, who sat trembling in a
+corner with her eyes fixed upon the ground, the little man planted
+himself before her, and folding his arms looked steadily at her for a
+long time without speaking.
+
+'Mrs Quilp,' he said at last.
+
+'Yes, Quilp,' she replead meekly.
+
+Instead of pursuing the theme he had in his mind, Quilp folded his arms
+again, and looked at her more sternly than before, while she averted
+her eyes and kept them on the ground.
+
+'Mrs Quilp.'
+
+'Yes, Quilp.'
+
+'If ever you listen to these beldames again, I'll bite you.'
+
+With this laconic threat, which he accompanied with a snarl that gave
+him the appearance of being particularly in earnest, Mr Quilp bade her
+clear the teaboard away, and bring the rum. The spirit being set before
+him in a huge case-bottle, which had originally come out of some ship's
+locker, he settled himself in an arm-chair with his large head and face
+squeezed up against the back, and his little legs planted on the table.
+
+'Now, Mrs Quilp,' he said; 'I feel in a smoking humour, and shall
+probably blaze away all night. But sit where you are, if you please, in
+case I want you.'
+
+His wife returned no other reply than the necessary 'Yes, Quilp,' and
+the small lord of the creation took his first cigar and mixed his first
+glass of grog. The sun went down and the stars peeped out, the Tower
+turned from its own proper colours to grey and from grey to black, the
+room became perfectly dark and the end of the cigar a deep fiery red,
+but still Mr Quilp went on smoking and drinking in the same position,
+and staring listlessly out of window with the doglike smile always on
+his face, save when Mrs Quilp made some involuntary movement of
+restlessness or fatigue; and then it expanded into a grin of delight.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+Whether Mr Quilp took any sleep by snatches of a few winks at a time,
+or whether he sat with his eyes wide open all night long, certain it is
+that he kept his cigar alight, and kindled every fresh one from the
+ashes of that which was nearly consumed, without requiring the
+assistance of a candle. Nor did the striking of the clocks, hour after
+hour, appear to inspire him with any sense of drowsiness or any natural
+desire to go to rest, but rather to increase his wakefulness, which he
+showed, at every such indication of the progress of the night, by a
+suppressed cackling in his throat, and a motion of his shoulders, like
+one who laughs heartily but the same time slyly and by stealth.
+
+At length the day broke, and poor Mrs Quilp, shivering with cold of
+early morning and harassed by fatigue and want of sleep, was discovered
+sitting patiently on her chair, raising her eyes at intervals in mute
+appeal to the compassion and clemency of her lord, and gently reminding
+him by an occasion cough that she was still unpardoned and that her
+penance had been of long duration. But her dwarfish spouse still smoked
+his cigar and drank his rum without heeding her; and it was not until
+the sun had some time risen, and the activity and noise of city day
+were rife in the street, that he deigned to recognize her presence by
+any word or sign. He might not have done so even then, but for certain
+impatient tapping at the door he seemed to denote that some pretty hard
+knuckles were actively engaged upon the other side.
+
+'Why dear me!' he said looking round with a malicious grin, 'it's day.
+Open the door, sweet Mrs Quilp!'
+
+His obedient wife withdrew the bolt, and her lady mother entered.
+
+Now, Mrs Jiniwin bounced into the room with great impetuosity; for,
+supposing her son-in-law to be still a-bed, she had come to relieve her
+feelings by pronouncing a strong opinion upon his general conduct and
+character. Seeing that he was up and dressed, and that the room
+appeared to have been occupied ever since she quitted it on the
+previous evening, she stopped short, in some embarrassment.
+
+Nothing escaped the hawk's eye of the ugly little man, who, perfectly
+understanding what passed in the old lady's mind, turned uglier still
+in the fulness of his satisfaction, and bade her good morning, with a
+leer or triumph.
+
+'Why, Betsy,' said the old woman, 'you haven't been--you don't mean to
+say you've been a--'
+
+'Sitting up all night?' said Quilp, supplying the conclusion of the
+sentence. 'Yes she has!'
+
+'All night?' cried Mrs Jiniwin.
+
+'Ay, all night. Is the dear old lady deaf?' said Quilp, with a smile of
+which a frown was part. 'Who says man and wife are bad company? Ha ha!
+The time has flown.'
+
+'You're a brute!' exclaimed Mrs Jiniwin.
+
+'Come come,' said Quilp, wilfully misunderstanding her, of course, 'you
+mustn't call her names. She's married now, you know. And though she did
+beguile the time and keep me from my bed, you must not be so tenderly
+careful of me as to be out of humour with her. Bless you for a dear
+old lady. Here's to your health!'
+
+'I am much obliged to you,' returned the old woman, testifying by a
+certain restlessness in her hands a vehement desire to shake her
+matronly fist at her son-in-law. 'Oh! I'm very much obliged to you!'
+
+'Grateful soul!' cried the dwarf. 'Mrs Quilp.'
+
+'Yes, Quilp,' said the timid sufferer.
+
+'Help your mother to get breakfast, Mrs Quilp. I am going to the wharf
+this morning--the earlier the better, so be quick.'
+
+Mrs Jiniwin made a faint demonstration of rebellion by sitting down in
+a chair near the door and folding her arms as if in a resolute
+determination to do nothing. But a few whispered words from her
+daughter, and a kind inquiry from her son-in-law whether she felt
+faint, with a hint that there was abundance of cold water in the next
+apartment, routed these symptoms effectually, and she applied herself
+to the prescribed preparations with sullen diligence.
+
+While they were in progress, Mr Quilp withdrew to the adjoining room,
+and, turning back his coat-collar, proceeded to smear his countenance
+with a damp towel of very unwholesome appearance, which made his
+complexion rather more cloudy than it was before. But, while he was
+thus engaged, his caution and inquisitiveness did not forsake him, for
+with a face as sharp and cunning as ever, he often stopped, even in
+this short process, and stood listening for any conversation in the
+next room, of which he might be the theme.
+
+'Ah!' he said after a short effort of attention, 'it was not the towel
+over my ears, I thought it wasn't. I'm a little hunchy villain and a
+monster, am I, Mrs Jiniwin? Oh!'
+
+The pleasure of this discovery called up the old doglike smile in full
+force. When he had quite done with it, he shook himself in a very
+doglike manner, and rejoined the ladies.
+
+Mr Quilp now walked up to front of a looking-glass, and was standing
+there putting on his neckerchief, when Mrs Jiniwin happening to be
+behind him, could not resist the inclination she felt to shake her fist
+at her tyrant son-in-law. It was the gesture of an instant, but as she
+did so and accompanied the action with a menacing look, she met his eye
+in the glass, catching her in the very act. The same glance at the
+mirror conveyed to her the reflection of a horribly grotesque and
+distorted face with the tongue lolling out; and the next instant the
+dwarf, turning about with a perfectly bland and placid look, inquired
+in a tone of great affection.
+
+'How are you now, my dear old darling?'
+
+Slight and ridiculous as the incident was, it made him appear such a
+little fiend, and withal such a keen and knowing one, that the old
+woman felt too much afraid of him to utter a single word, and suffered
+herself to be led with extraordinary politeness to the breakfast-table.
+Here he by no means diminished the impression he had just produced, for
+he ate hard eggs, shell and all, devoured gigantic prawns with the
+heads and tails on, chewed tobacco and water-cresses at the same time
+and with extraordinary greediness, drank boiling tea without winking,
+bit his fork and spoon till they bent again, and in short performed so
+many horrifying and uncommon acts that the women were nearly frightened
+out of their wits, and began to doubt if he were really a human
+creature. At last, having gone through these proceedings and many
+others which were equally a part of his system, Mr Quilp left them,
+reduced to a very obedient and humbled state, and betook himself to the
+river-side, where he took boat for the wharf on which he had bestowed
+his name.
+
+It was flood tide when Daniel Quilp sat himself down in the ferry to
+cross to the opposite shore. A fleet of barges were coming lazily on,
+some sideways, some head first, some stern first; all in a
+wrong-headed, dogged, obstinate way, bumping up against the larger
+craft, running under the bows of steamboats, getting into every kind of
+nook and corner where they had no business, and being crunched on all
+sides like so many walnut-shells; while each with its pair of long
+sweeps struggling and splashing in the water looked like some lumbering
+fish in pain. In some of the vessels at anchor all hands were busily
+engaged in coiling ropes, spreading out sails to dry, taking in or
+discharging their cargoes; in others no life was visible but two or
+three tarry boys, and perhaps a barking dog running to and fro upon the
+deck or scrambling up to look over the side and bark the louder for the
+view. Coming slowly on through the forests of masts was a great
+steamship, beating the water in short impatient strokes with her heavy
+paddles as though she wanted room to breathe, and advancing in her huge
+bulk like a sea monster among the minnows of the Thames. On either hand
+were long black tiers of colliers; between them vessels slowly working
+out of harbour with sails glistening in the sun, and creaking noise on
+board, re-echoed from a hundred quarters. The water and all upon it was
+in active motion, dancing and buoyant and bubbling up; while the old
+grey Tower and piles of building on the shore, with many a church-spire
+shooting up between, looked coldly on, and seemed to disdain their
+chafing, restless neighbour.
+
+Daniel Quilp, who was not much affected by a bright morning save in so
+far as it spared him the trouble of carrying an umbrella, caused
+himself to be put ashore hard by the wharf, and proceeded thither
+through a narrow lane which, partaking of the amphibious character of
+its frequenters, had as much water as mud in its composition, and a
+very liberal supply of both. Arrived at his destination, the first
+object that presented itself to his view was a pair of very imperfectly
+shod feet elevated in the air with the soles upwards, which remarkable
+appearance was referable to the boy, who being of an eccentric spirit
+and having a natural taste for tumbling, was now standing on his head
+and contemplating the aspect of the river under these uncommon
+circumstances. He was speedily brought on his heels by the sound of his
+master's voice, and as soon as his head was in its right position, Mr
+Quilp, to speak expressively in the absence of a better verb, 'punched
+it' for him.
+
+'Come, you let me alone,' said the boy, parrying Quilp's hand with both
+his elbows alternatively. 'You'll get something you won't like if you
+don't and so I tell you.'
+
+'You dog,' snarled Quilp, 'I'll beat you with an iron rod, I'll scratch
+you with a rusty nail, I'll pinch your eyes, if you talk to me--I will.'
+
+With these threats he clenched his hand again, and dexterously diving
+in between the elbows and catching the boy's head as it dodged from
+side to side, gave it three or four good hard knocks. Having now
+carried his point and insisted on it, he left off.
+
+'You won't do it agin,' said the boy, nodding his head and drawing
+back, with the elbows ready in case of the worst; 'now--'
+
+'Stand still, you dog,' said Quilp. 'I won't do it again, because I've
+done it as often as I want. Here. Take the key.'
+
+'Why don't you hit one of your size?' said the boy approaching very
+slowly.
+
+'Where is there one of my size, you dog?' returned Quilp. 'Take the
+key, or I'll brain you with it'--indeed he gave him a smart tap with
+the handle as he spoke. 'Now, open the counting-house.'
+
+The boy sulkily complied, muttering at first, but desisting when he
+looked round and saw that Quilp was following him with a steady look.
+And here it may be remarked, that between this boy and the dwarf there
+existed a strange kind of mutual liking. How born or bred, and or
+nourished upon blows and threats on one side, and retorts and defiances
+on the other, is not to the purpose. Quilp would certainly suffer
+nobody to contract him but the boy, and the boy would assuredly not
+have submitted to be so knocked about by anybody but Quilp, when he had
+the power to run away at any time he chose.
+
+'Now,' said Quilp, passing into the wooden counting-house, 'you mind
+the wharf. Stand upon your head agin, and I'll cut one of your feet
+off.'
+
+The boy made no answer, but directly Quilp had shut himself in, stood
+on his head before the door, then walked on his hands to the back and
+stood on his head there, and then to the opposite side and repeated the
+performance. There were indeed four sides to the counting-house, but he
+avoided that one where the window was, deeming it probable that Quilp
+would be looking out of it. This was prudent, for in point of fact, the
+dwarf, knowing his disposition, was lying in wait at a little distance
+from the sash armed with a large piece of wood, which, being rough and
+jagged and studded in many parts with broken nails, might possibly have
+hurt him.
+
+It was a dirty little box, this counting-house, with nothing in it but
+an old ricketty desk and two stools, a hat-peg, an ancient almanack, an
+inkstand with no ink, and the stump of one pen, and an eight-day clock
+which hadn't gone
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-OF HUMAN BONDAGE
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-BY
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-W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM
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-I
-
-The day broke gray and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a
-rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room
-in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced
-mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and
-went to the child's bed.
-
-"Wake up, Philip," she said.
-
-She pulled down the bed-clothes, took him in her arms, and carried him
-downstairs. He was only half awake.
-
-"Your mother wants you," she said.
-
-She opened the door of a room on the floor below and took the child over
-to a bed in which a woman was lying. It was his mother. She stretched out
-her arms, and the child nestled by her side. He did not ask why he had
-been awakened. The woman kissed his eyes, and with thin, small hands felt
-the warm body through his white flannel nightgown. She pressed him closer
-to herself.
-
-"Are you sleepy, darling?" she said.
-
-Her voice was so weak that it seemed to come already from a great
-distance. The child did not answer, but smiled comfortably. He was very
-happy in the large, warm bed, with those soft arms about him. He tried to
-make himself smaller still as he cuddled up against his mother, and he
-kissed her sleepily. In a moment he closed his eyes and was fast asleep.
-The doctor came forwards and stood by the bed-side.
-
-"Oh, don't take him away yet," she moaned.
-
-The doctor, without answering, looked at her gravely. Knowing she would
-not be allowed to keep the child much longer, the woman kissed him again;
-and she passed her hand down his body till she came to his feet; she held
-the right foot in her hand and felt the five small toes; and then slowly
-passed her hand over the left one. She gave a sob.
-
-"What's the matter?" said the doctor. "You're tired."
-
-She shook her head, unable to speak, and the tears rolled down her cheeks.
-The doctor bent down.
-
-"Let me take him."
-
-She was too weak to resist his wish, and she gave the child up. The doctor
-handed him back to his nurse.
-
-"You'd better put him back in his own bed."
-
-"Very well, sir." The little boy, still sleeping, was taken away. His
-mother sobbed now broken-heartedly.
-
-"What will happen to him, poor child?"
-
-The monthly nurse tried to quiet her, and presently, from exhaustion, the
-crying ceased. The doctor walked to a table on the other side of the room,
-upon which, under a towel, lay the body of a still-born child. He lifted
-the towel and looked. He was hidden from the bed by a screen, but the
-woman guessed what he was doing.
-
-"Was it a girl or a boy?" she whispered to the nurse.
-
-"Another boy."
-
-The woman did not answer. In a moment the child's nurse came back. She
-approached the bed.
-
-"Master Philip never woke up," she said. There was a pause. Then the
-doctor felt his patient's pulse once more.
-
-"I don't think there's anything I can do just now," he said. "I'll call
-again after breakfast."
-
-"I'll show you out, sir," said the child's nurse.
-
-They walked downstairs in silence. In the hall the doctor stopped.
-
-"You've sent for Mrs. Carey's brother-in-law, haven't you?"
-
-"Yes, sir."
-
-"D'you know at what time he'll be here?"
-
-"No, sir, I'm expecting a telegram."
-
-"What about the little boy? I should think he'd be better out of the way."
-
-"Miss Watkin said she'd take him, sir."
-
-"Who's she?"
-
-"She's his godmother, sir. D'you think Mrs. Carey will get over it, sir?"
-
-The doctor shook his head.
-
-
-
-II
-
-It was a week later. Philip was sitting on the floor in the drawing-room
-at Miss Watkin's house in Onslow gardens. He was an only child and used to
-amusing himself. The room was filled with massive furniture, and on each
-of the sofas were three big cushions. There was a cushion too in each
-arm-chair. All these he had taken and, with the help of the gilt rout
-chairs, light and easy to move, had made an elaborate cave in which he
-could hide himself from the Red Indians who were lurking behind the
-curtains. He put his ear to the floor and listened to the herd of
-buffaloes that raced across the prairie. Presently, hearing the door open,
-he held his breath so that he might not be discovered; but a violent hand
-piled away a chair and the cushions fell down.
-
-"You naughty boy, Miss Watkin WILL be cross with you."
-
-"Hulloa, Emma!" he said.
-
-The nurse bent down and kissed him, then began to shake out the cushions,
-and put them back in their places.
-
-"Am I to come home?" he asked.
-
-"Yes, I've come to fetch you."
-
-"You've got a new dress on."
-
-It was in eighteen-eighty-five, and she wore a bustle. Her gown was of
-black velvet, with tight sleeves and sloping shoulders, and the skirt had
-three large flounces. She wore a black bonnet with velvet strings. She
-hesitated. The question she had expected did not come, and so she could
-not give the answer she had prepared.
-
-"Aren't you going to ask how your mamma is?" she said at length.
-
-"Oh, I forgot. How is mamma?"
-
-Now she was ready.
-
-"Your mamma is quite well and happy."
-
-"Oh, I am glad."
-
-"Your mamma's gone away. You won't ever see her any more." Philip did not
-know what she meant.
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"Your mamma's in heaven."
-
-She began to cry, and Philip, though he did not quite understand, cried
-too. Emma was a tall, big-boned woman, with fair hair and large features.
-She came from Devonshire and, notwithstanding her many years of service in
-London, had never lost the breadth of her accent. Her tears increased her
-emotion, and she pressed the little boy to her heart. She felt vaguely the
-pity of that child deprived of the only love in the world that is quite
-unselfish. It seemed dreadful that he must be handed over to strangers.
-But in a little while she pulled herself together.
-
-"Your Uncle William is waiting in to see you," she said. "Go and say
-good-bye to Miss Watkin, and we'll go home."
-
-"I don't want to say good-bye," he answered, instinctively anxious to hide
-his tears.
-
-"Very well, run upstairs and get your hat."
-
-He fetched it, and when he came down Emma was waiting for him in the hall.
-He heard the sound of voices in the study behind the dining-room. He
-paused. He knew that Miss Watkin and her sister were talking to friends,
-and it seemed to him--he was nine years old--that if he went in they would
-be sorry for him.
-
-"I think I'll go and say good-bye to Miss Watkin."
-
-"I think you'd better," said Emma.
-
-"Go in and tell them I'm coming," he said.
-
-He wished to make the most of his opportunity. Emma knocked at the door
-and walked in. He heard her speak.
-
-"Master Philip wants to say good-bye to you, miss."
-
-There was a sudden hush of the conversation, and Philip limped in.
-Henrietta Watkin was a stout woman, with a red face and dyed hair. In
-those days to dye the hair excited comment, and Philip had heard much
-gossip at home when his godmother's changed colour. She lived with an
-elder sister, who had resigned herself contentedly to old age. Two ladies,
-whom Philip did not know, were calling, and they looked at him curiously.
-
-"My poor child," said Miss Watkin, opening her arms.
-
-She began to cry. Philip understood now why she had not been in to
-luncheon and why she wore a black dress. She could not speak.
-
-"I've got to go home," said Philip, at last.
-
-He disengaged himself from Miss Watkin's arms, and she kissed him again.
-Then he went to her sister and bade her good-bye too. One of the strange
-ladies asked if she might kiss him, and he gravely gave her permission.
-Though crying, he keenly enjoyed the sensation he was causing; he would
-have been glad to stay a little longer to be made much of, but felt they
-expected him to go, so he said that Emma was waiting for him. He went out
-of the room. Emma had gone downstairs to speak with a friend in the
-basement, and he waited for her on the landing. He heard Henrietta
-Watkin's voice.
-
-"His mother was my greatest friend. I can't bear to think that she's
-dead."
-
-"You oughtn't to have gone to the funeral, Henrietta," said her sister. "I
-knew it would upset you."
-
-Then one of the strangers spoke.
-
-"Poor little boy, it's dreadful to think of him quite alone in the world.
-I see he limps."
-
-"Yes, he's got a club-foot. It was such a grief to his mother."
-
-Then Emma came back. They called a hansom, and she told the driver where
-to go.
-
-
-
-III
-
-
-When they reached the house Mrs. Carey had died in--it was in a dreary,
-respectable street between Notting Hill Gate and High Street,
-Kensington--Emma led Philip into the drawing-room. His uncle was writing
-letters of thanks for the wreaths which had been sent. One of them, which
-had arrived too late for the funeral, lay in its cardboard box on the
-hall-table.
-
-"Here's Master Philip," said Emma.
-
-Mr. Carey stood up slowly and shook hands with the little boy. Then on
-second thoughts he bent down and kissed his forehead. He was a man of
-somewhat less than average height, inclined to corpulence, with his hair,
-worn long, arranged over the scalp so as to conceal his baldness. He was
-clean-shaven. His features were regular, and it was possible to imagine
-that in his youth he had been good-looking. On his watch-chain he wore a
-gold cross.
-
-"You're going to live with me now, Philip," said Mr. Carey. "Shall you
-like that?"
-
-Two years before Philip had been sent down to stay at the vicarage after
-an attack of chicken-pox; but there remained with him a recollection of an
-attic and a large garden rather than of his uncle and aunt.
-
-"Yes."
-
-"You must look upon me and your Aunt Louisa as your father and mother."
-
-The child's mouth trembled a little, he reddened, but did not answer.
-
-"Your dear mother left you in my charge."
-
-Mr. Carey had no great ease in expressing himself. When the news came that
-his sister-in-law was dying, he set off at once for London, but on the way
-thought of nothing but the disturbance in his life that would be caused if
-her death forced him to undertake the care of her son. He was well over
-fifty, and his wife, to whom he had been married for thirty years, was
-childless; he did not look forward with any pleasure to the presence of a
-small boy who might be noisy and rough. He had never much liked his
-sister-in-law.
-
-"I'm going to take you down to Blackstable tomorrow," he said.
-
-"With Emma?"
-
-The child put his hand in hers, and she pressed it.
-
-"I'm afraid Emma must go away," said Mr. Carey.
-
-"But I want Emma to come with me."
-
-Philip began to cry, and the nurse could not help crying too. Mr. Carey
-looked at them helplessly.
-
-"I think you'd better leave me alone with Master Philip for a moment."
-
-"Very good, sir."
-
-Though Philip clung to her, she released herself gently. Mr. Carey took
-the boy on his knee and put his arm round him.
-
-"You mustn't cry," he said. "You're too old to have a nurse now. We must
-see about sending you to school."
-
-"I want Emma to come with me," the child repeated.
-
-"It costs too much money, Philip. Your father didn't leave very much, and
-I don't know what's become of it. You must look at every penny you spend."
-
-Mr. Carey had called the day before on the family solicitor. Philip's
-father was a surgeon in good practice, and his hospital appointments
-suggested an established position; so that it was a surprise on his sudden
-death from blood-poisoning to find that he had left his widow little more
-than his life insurance and what could be got for the lease of their house
-in Bruton Street. This was six months ago; and Mrs. Carey, already in
-delicate health, finding herself with child, had lost her head and
-accepted for the lease the first offer that was made. She stored her
-furniture, and, at a rent which the parson thought outrageous, took a
-furnished house for a year, so that she might suffer from no inconvenience
-till her child was born. But she had never been used to the management of
-money, and was unable to adapt her expenditure to her altered
-circumstances. The little she had slipped through her fingers in one way
-and another, so that now, when all expenses were paid, not much more than
-two thousand pounds remained to support the boy till he was able to earn
-his own living. It was impossible to explain all this to Philip and he was
-sobbing still.
-
-"You'd better go to Emma," Mr. Carey said, feeling that she could console
-the child better than anyone.
-
-Without a word Philip slipped off his uncle's knee, but Mr. Carey stopped
-him.
-
-"We must go tomorrow, because on Saturday I've got to prepare my sermon,
-and you must tell Emma to get your things ready today. You can bring all
-your toys. And if you want anything to remember your father and mother by
-you can take one thing for each of them. Everything else is going to be
-sold."
-
-The boy slipped out of the room. Mr. Carey was unused to work, and he
-turned to his correspondence with resentment. On one side of the desk was
-a bundle of bills, and these filled him with irritation. One especially
-seemed preposterous. Immediately after Mrs. Carey's death Emma had ordered
-from the florist masses of white flowers for the room in which the dead
-woman lay. It was sheer waste of money. Emma took far too much upon
-herself. Even if there had been no financial necessity, he would have
-dismissed her.
-
-But Philip went to her, and hid his face in her bosom, and wept as though
-his heart would break. And she, feeling that he was almost her own
-son--she had taken him when he was a month old--consoled him with soft
-words. She promised that she would come and see him sometimes, and that
-she would never forget him; and she told him about the country he was
-going to and about her own home in Devonshire--her father kept a turnpike
-on the high-road that led to Exeter, and there were pigs in the sty, and
-there was a cow, and the cow had just had a calf--till Philip forgot his
-tears and grew excited at the thought of his approaching journey.
-Presently she put him down, for there was much to be done, and he helped
-her to lay out his clothes on the bed. She sent him into the nursery to
-gather up his toys, and in a little while he was playing happily.
-
-But at last he grew tired of being alone and went back to the bed-room, in
-which Emma was now putting his things into a big tin box; he remembered
-then that his uncle had said he might take something to remember his
-father and mother by. He told Emma and asked her what he should take.
-
-"You'd better go into the drawing-room and see what you fancy."
-
-"Uncle William's there."
-
-"Never mind that. They're your own things now."
-
-Philip went downstairs slowly and found the door open. Mr. Carey had left
-the room. Philip walked slowly round. They had been in the house so short
-a time that there was little in it that had a particular interest to him.
-It was a stranger's room, and Philip saw nothing that struck his fancy.
-But he knew which were his mother's things and which belonged to the
-landlord, and presently fixed on a little clock that he had once heard his
-mother say she liked. With this he walked again rather disconsolately
-upstairs. Outside the door of his mother's bed-room he stopped and
-listened. Though no one had told him not to go in, he had a feeling that
-it would be wrong to do so; he was a little frightened, and his heart beat
-uncomfortably; but at the same time something impelled him to turn the
-handle. He turned it very gently, as if to prevent anyone within from
-hearing, and then slowly pushed the door open. He stood on the threshold
-for a moment before he had the courage to enter. He was not frightened
-now, but it seemed strange. He closed the door behind him. The blinds were
-drawn, and the room, in the cold light of a January afternoon, was dark.
-On the dressing-table were Mrs. Carey's brushes and the hand mirror. In a
-little tray were hairpins. There was a photograph of himself on the
-chimney-piece and one of his father. He had often been in the room when
-his mother was not in it, but now it seemed different. There was something
-curious in the look of the chairs. The bed was made as though someone were
-going to sleep in it that night, and in a case on the pillow was a
-night-dress.
-
-Philip opened a large cupboard filled with dresses and, stepping in, took
-as many of them as he could in his arms and buried his face in them. They
-smelt of the scent his mother used. Then he pulled open the drawers,
-filled with his mother's things, and looked at them: there were lavender
-bags among the linen, and their scent was fresh and pleasant. The
-strangeness of the room left it, and it seemed to him that his mother had
-just gone out for a walk. She would be in presently and would come
-upstairs to have nursery tea with him. And he seemed to feel her kiss on
-his lips.
-
-It was not true that he would never see her again. It was not true simply
-because it was impossible. He climbed up on the bed and put his head on
-the pillow. He lay there quite still.
-
-
-
-IV
-
-
-Philip parted from Emma with tears, but the journey to Blackstable amused
-him, and, when they arrived, he was resigned and cheerful. Blackstable was
-sixty miles from London. Giving their luggage to a porter, Mr. Carey set
-out to walk with Philip to the vicarage; it took them little more than
-five minutes, and, when they reached it, Philip suddenly remembered the
-gate. It was red and five-barred: it swung both ways on easy hinges; and
-it was possible, though forbidden, to swing backwards and forwards on it.
-They walked through the garden to the front-door. This was only used by
-visitors and on Sundays, and on special occasions, as when the Vicar went
-up to London or came back. The traffic of the house took place through a
-side-door, and there was a back door as well for the gardener and for
-beggars and tramps. It was a fairly large house of yellow brick, with a
-red roof, built about five and twenty years before in an ecclesiastical
-style. The front-door was like a church porch, and the drawing-room
-windows were gothic.
-
-Mrs. Carey, knowing by what train they were coming, waited in the
-drawing-room and listened for the click of the gate. When she heard it she
-went to the door.
-
-"There's Aunt Louisa," said Mr. Carey, when he saw her. "Run and give her
-a kiss."
-
-Philip started to run, awkwardly, trailing his club-foot, and then
-stopped. Mrs. Carey was a little, shrivelled woman of the same age as her
-husband, with a face extraordinarily filled with deep wrinkles, and pale
-blue eyes. Her gray hair was arranged in ringlets according to the fashion
-of her youth. She wore a black dress, and her only ornament was a gold
-chain, from which hung a cross. She had a shy manner and a gentle voice.
-
-"Did you walk, William?" she said, almost reproachfully, as she kissed her
-husband.
-
-"I didn't think of it," he answered, with a glance at his nephew.
-
-"It didn't hurt you to walk, Philip, did it?" she asked the child.
-
-"No. I always walk."
-
-He was a little surprised at their conversation. Aunt Louisa told him to
-come in, and they entered the hall. It was paved with red and yellow
-tiles, on which alternately were a Greek Cross and the Lamb of God. An
-imposing staircase led out of the hall. It was of polished pine, with a
-peculiar smell, and had been put in because fortunately, when the church
-was reseated, enough wood remained over. The balusters were decorated with
-emblems of the Four Evangelists.
-
-"I've had the stove lighted as I thought you'd be cold after your
-journey," said Mrs. Carey.
-
-It was a large black stove that stood in the hall and was only lighted if
-the weather was very bad and the Vicar had a cold. It was not lighted if
-Mrs. Carey had a cold. Coal was expensive. Besides, Mary Ann, the maid,
-didn't like fires all over the place. If they wanted all them fires they
-must keep a second girl. In the winter Mr. and Mrs. Carey lived in the
-dining-room so that one fire should do, and in the summer they could not
-get out of the habit, so the drawing-room was used only by Mr. Carey on
-Sunday afternoons for his nap. But every Saturday he had a fire in the
-study so that he could write his sermon.
-
-Aunt Louisa took Philip upstairs and showed him into a tiny bed-room that
-looked out on the drive. Immediately in front of the window was a large
-tree, which Philip remembered now because the branches were so low that it
-was possible to climb quite high up it.
-
-"A small room for a small boy," said Mrs. Carey. "You won't be frightened
-at sleeping alone?"
-
-"Oh, no."
-
-On his first visit to the vicarage he had come with his nurse, and Mrs.
-Carey had had little to do with him. She looked at him now with some
-uncertainty.
-
-"Can you wash your own hands, or shall I wash them for you?"
-
-"I can wash myself," he answered firmly.
-
-"Well, I shall look at them when you come down to tea," said Mrs. Carey.
-
-She knew nothing about children. After it was settled that Philip should
-come down to Blackstable, Mrs. Carey had thought much how she should treat
-him; she was anxious to do her duty; but now he was there she found
-herself just as shy of him as he was of her. She hoped he would not be
-noisy and rough, because her husband did not like rough and noisy boys.
-Mrs. Carey made an excuse to leave Philip alone, but in a moment came back
-and knocked at the door; she asked him, without coming in, if he could
-pour out the water himself. Then she went downstairs and rang the bell for
-tea.
-
-The dining-room, large and well-proportioned, had windows on two sides of
-it, with heavy curtains of red rep; there was a big table in the middle;
-and at one end an imposing mahogany sideboard with a looking-glass in it.
-In one corner stood a harmonium. On each side of the fireplace were chairs
-covered in stamped leather, each with an antimacassar; one had arms and
-was called the husband, and the other had none and was called the wife.
-Mrs. Carey never sat in the arm-chair: she said she preferred a chair that
-was not too comfortable; there was always a lot to do, and if her chair
-had had arms she might not be so ready to leave it.
-
-Mr. Carey was making up the fire when Philip came in, and he pointed out
-to his nephew that there were two pokers. One was large and bright and
-polished and unused, and was called the Vicar; and the other, which was
-much smaller and had evidently passed through many fires, was called the
-Curate.
-
-"What are we waiting for?" said Mr. Carey.
-
-"I told Mary Ann to make you an egg. I thought you'd be hungry after your
-journey."
-
-Mrs. Carey thought the journey from London to Blackstable very tiring. She
-seldom travelled herself, for the living was only three hundred a year,
-and, when her husband wanted a holiday, since there was not money for two,
-he went by himself. He was very fond of Church Congresses and usually
-managed to go up to London once a year; and once he had been to Paris for
-the exhibition, and two or three times to Switzerland. Mary Ann brought in
-the egg, and they sat down. The chair was much too low for Philip, and for
-a moment neither Mr. Carey nor his wife knew what to do.
-
-"I'll put some books under him," said Mary Ann.
-
-She took from the top of the harmonium the large Bible and the prayer-book
-from which the Vicar was accustomed to read prayers, and put them on
-Philip's chair.
-
-"Oh, William, he can't sit on the Bible," said Mrs. Carey, in a shocked
-tone. "Couldn't you get him some books out of the study?"
-
-Mr. Carey considered the question for an instant.
-
-"I don't think it matters this once if you put the prayer-book on the top,
-Mary Ann," he said. "The book of Common Prayer is the composition of men
-like ourselves. It has no claim to divine authorship."
-
-"I hadn't thought of that, William," said Aunt Louisa.
-
-Philip perched himself on the books, and the Vicar, having said grace, cut
-the top off his egg.
-
-"There," he said, handing it to Philip, "you can eat my top if you like."
-
-Philip would have liked an egg to himself, but he was not offered one, so
-took what he could.
-
-"How have the chickens been laying since I went away?" asked the Vicar.
-
-"Oh, they've been dreadful, only one or two a day."
-
-"How did you like that top, Philip?" asked his uncle.
-
-"Very much, thank you."
-
-"You shall have another one on Sunday afternoon."
-
-Mr. Carey always had a boiled egg at tea on Sunday, so that he might be
-fortified for the evening service.
-
-
-
-V
-
-
-Philip came gradually to know the people he was to live with, and by
-fragments of conversation, some of it not meant for his ears, learned a
-good deal both about himself and about his dead parents. Philip's father
-had been much younger than the Vicar of Blackstable. After a brilliant
-career at St. Luke's Hospital he was put on the staff, and presently began
-to earn money in considerable sums. He spent it freely. When the parson
-set about restoring his church and asked his brother for a subscription,
-he was surprised by receiving a couple of hundred pounds: Mr. Carey,
-thrifty by inclination and economical by necessity, accepted it with
-mingled feelings; he was envious of his brother because he could afford to
-give so much, pleased for the sake of his church, and vaguely irritated by
-a generosity which seemed almost ostentatious. Then Henry Carey married a
-patient, a beautiful girl but penniless, an orphan with no near relations,
-but of good family; and there was an array of fine friends at the wedding.
-The parson, on his visits to her when he came to London, held himself with
-reserve. He felt shy with her and in his heart he resented her great
-beauty: she dressed more magnificently than became the wife of a
-hardworking surgeon; and the charming furniture of her house, the flowers
-among which she lived even in winter, suggested an extravagance which he
-deplored. He heard her talk of entertainments she was going to; and, as he
-told his wife on getting home again, it was impossible to accept
-hospitality without making some return. He had seen grapes in the
-dining-room that must have cost at least eight shillings a pound; and at
-luncheon he had been given asparagus two months before it was ready in the
-vicarage garden. Now all he had anticipated was come to pass: the Vicar
-felt the satisfaction of the prophet who saw fire and brimstone consume
-the city which would not mend its way to his warning. Poor Philip was
-practically penniless, and what was the good of his mother's fine friends
-now? He heard that his father's extravagance was really criminal, and it
-was a mercy that Providence had seen fit to take his dear mother to
-itself: she had no more idea of money than a child.
-
-When Philip had been a week at Blackstable an incident happened which
-seemed to irritate his uncle very much. One morning he found on the
-breakfast table a small packet which had been sent on by post from the
-late Mrs. Carey's house in London. It was addressed to her. When the
-parson opened it he found a dozen photographs of Mrs. Carey. They showed
-the head and shoulders only, and her hair was more plainly done than
-usual, low on the forehead, which gave her an unusual look; the face was
-thin and worn, but no illness could impair the beauty of her features.
-There was in the large dark eyes a sadness which Philip did not remember.
-The first sight of the dead woman gave Mr. Carey a little shock, but this
-was quickly followed by perplexity. The photographs seemed quite recent,
-and he could not imagine who had ordered them.
-
-"D'you know anything about these, Philip?" he asked.
-
-"I remember mamma said she'd been taken," he answered. "Miss Watkin
-scolded her.... She said: I wanted the boy to have something to remember
-me by when he grows up."
-
-Mr. Carey looked at Philip for an instant. The child spoke in a clear
-treble. He recalled the words, but they meant nothing to him.
-
-"You'd better take one of the photographs and keep it in your room," said
-Mr. Carey. "I'll put the others away."
-
-He sent one to Miss Watkin, and she wrote and explained how they came to
-be taken.
-
-One day Mrs. Carey was lying in bed, but she was feeling a little better
-than usual, and the doctor in the morning had seemed hopeful; Emma had
-taken the child out, and the maids were downstairs in the basement:
-suddenly Mrs. Carey felt desperately alone in the world. A great fear
-seized her that she would not recover from the confinement which she was
-expecting in a fortnight. Her son was nine years old. How could he be
-expected to remember her? She could not bear to think that he would grow
-up and forget, forget her utterly; and she had loved him so passionately,
-because he was weakly and deformed, and because he was her child. She had
-no photographs of herself taken since her marriage, and that was ten years
-before. She wanted her son to know what she looked like at the end. He
-could not forget her then, not forget utterly. She knew that if she called
-her maid and told her she wanted to get up, the maid would prevent her,
-and perhaps send for the doctor, and she had not the strength now to
-struggle or argue. She got out of bed and began to dress herself. She had
-been on her back so long that her legs gave way beneath her, and then the
-soles of her feet tingled so that she could hardly bear to put them to the
-ground. But she went on. She was unused to doing her own hair and, when
-she raised her arms and began to brush it, she felt faint. She could never
-do it as her maid did. It was beautiful hair, very fine, and of a deep
-rich gold. Her eyebrows were straight and dark. She put on a black skirt,
-but chose the bodice of the evening dress which she liked best: it was of
-a white damask which was fashionable in those days. She looked at herself
-in the glass. Her face was very pale, but her skin was clear: she had
-never had much colour, and this had always made the redness of her
-beautiful mouth emphatic. She could not restrain a sob. But she could not
-afford to be sorry for herself; she was feeling already desperately tired;
-and she put on the furs which Henry had given her the Christmas
-before--she had been so proud of them and so happy then--and slipped
-downstairs with beating heart. She got safely out of the house and drove
-to a photographer. She paid for a dozen photographs. She was obliged to
-ask for a glass of water in the middle of the sitting; and the assistant,
-seeing she was ill, suggested that she should come another day, but she
-insisted on staying till the end. At last it was finished, and she drove
-back again to the dingy little house in Kensington which she hated with
-all her heart. It was a horrible house to die in.
-
-She found the front door open, and when she drove up the maid and Emma ran
-down the steps to help her. They had been frightened when they found her
-room empty. At first they thought she must have gone to Miss Watkin, and
-the cook was sent round. Miss Watkin came back with her and was waiting
-anxiously in the drawing-room. She came downstairs now full of anxiety and
-reproaches; but the exertion had been more than Mrs. Carey was fit for,
-and when the occasion for firmness no longer existed she gave way. She
-fell heavily into Emma's arms and was carried upstairs. She remained
-unconscious for a time that seemed incredibly long to those that watched
-her, and the doctor, hurriedly sent for, did not come. It was next day,
-when she was a little better, that Miss Watkin got some explanation out of
-her. Philip was playing on the floor of his mother's bed-room, and neither
-of the ladies paid attention to him. He only understood vaguely what they
-were talking about, and he could not have said why those words remained in
-his memory.
-
-"I wanted the boy to have something to remember me by when he grows up."
-
-"I can't make out why she ordered a dozen," said Mr. Carey. "Two would
-have done."
-
-
-
-VI
-
-
-One day was very like another at the vicarage.
-
-Soon after breakfast Mary Ann brought in The Times. Mr. Carey shared it
-with two neighbours. He had it from ten till one, when the gardener took
-it over to Mr. Ellis at the Limes, with whom it remained till seven; then
-it was taken to Miss Brooks at the Manor House, who, since she got it
-late, had the advantage of keeping it. In summer Mrs. Carey, when she was
-making jam, often asked her for a copy to cover the pots with. When the
-Vicar settled down to his paper his wife put on her bonnet and went out to
-do the shopping. Philip accompanied her. Blackstable was a fishing
-village. It consisted of a high street in which were the shops, the bank,
-the doctor's house, and the houses of two or three coalship owners; round
-the little harbor were shabby streets in which lived fishermen and poor
-people; but since they went to chapel they were of no account. When Mrs.
-Carey passed the dissenting ministers in the street she stepped over to
-the other side to avoid meeting them, but if there was not time for this
-fixed her eyes on the pavement. It was a scandal to which the Vicar had
-never resigned himself that there were three chapels in the High Street:
-he could not help feeling that the law should have stepped in to prevent
-their erection. Shopping in Blackstable was not a simple matter; for
-dissent, helped by the fact that the parish church was two miles from the
-town, was very common; and it was necessary to deal only with churchgoers;
-Mrs. Carey knew perfectly that the vicarage custom might make all the
-difference to a tradesman's faith. There were two butchers who went to
-church, and they would not understand that the Vicar could not deal with
-both of them at once; nor were they satisfied with his simple plan of
-going for six months to one and for six months to the other. The butcher
-who was not sending meat to the vicarage constantly threatened not to come
-to church, and the Vicar was sometimes obliged to make a threat: it was
-very wrong of him not to come to church, but if he carried iniquity
-further and actually went to chapel, then of course, excellent as his meat
-was, Mr. Carey would be forced to leave him for ever. Mrs. Carey often
-stopped at the bank to deliver a message to Josiah Graves, the manager,
-who was choir-master, treasurer, and churchwarden. He was a tall, thin man
-with a sallow face and a long nose; his hair was very white, and to Philip
-he seemed extremely old. He kept the parish accounts, arranged the treats
-for the choir and the schools; though there was no organ in the parish
-church, it was generally considered (in Blackstable) that the choir he led
-was the best in Kent; and when there was any ceremony, such as a visit
-from the Bishop for confirmation or from the Rural Dean to preach at the
-Harvest Thanksgiving, he made the necessary preparations. But he had no
-hesitation in doing all manner of things without more than a perfunctory
-consultation with the Vicar, and the Vicar, though always ready to be
-saved trouble, much resented the churchwarden's managing ways. He really
-seemed to look upon himself as the most important person in the parish.
-Mr. Carey constantly told his wife that if Josiah Graves did not take care
-he would give him a good rap over the knuckles one day; but Mrs. Carey
-advised him to bear with Josiah Graves: he meant well, and it was not his
-fault if he was not quite a gentleman. The Vicar, finding his comfort in
-the practice of a Christian virtue, exercised forbearance; but he revenged
-himself by calling the churchwarden Bismarck behind his back.
-
-Once there had been a serious quarrel between the pair, and Mrs. Carey
-still thought of that anxious time with dismay. The Conservative candidate
-had announced his intention of addressing a meeting at Blackstable; and
-Josiah Graves, having arranged that it should take place in the Mission
-Hall, went to Mr. Carey and told him that he hoped he would say a few
-words. It appeared that the candidate had asked Josiah Graves to take the
-chair. This was more than Mr. Carey could put up with. He had firm views
-upon the respect which was due to the cloth, and it was ridiculous for a
-churchwarden to take the chair at a meeting when the Vicar was there. He
-reminded Josiah Graves that parson meant person, that is, the vicar was
-the person of the parish. Josiah Graves answered that he was the first to
-recognise the dignity of the church, but this was a matter of politics,
-and in his turn he reminded the Vicar that their Blessed Saviour had
-enjoined upon them to render unto Caesar the things that were Caesar's. To
-this Mr. Carey replied that the devil could quote scripture to his
-purpose, himself had sole authority over the Mission Hall, and if he were
-not asked to be chairman he would refuse the use of it for a political
-meeting. Josiah Graves told Mr. Carey that he might do as he chose, and
-for his part he thought the Wesleyan Chapel would be an equally suitable
-place. Then Mr. Carey said that if Josiah Graves set foot in what was
-little better than a heathen temple he was not fit to be churchwarden in
-a Christian parish. Josiah Graves thereupon resigned all his offices, and
-that very evening sent to the church for his cassock and surplice. His
-sister, Miss Graves, who kept house for him, gave up her secretaryship of
-the Maternity Club, which provided the pregnant poor with flannel, baby
-linen, coals, and five shillings. Mr. Carey said he was at last master in
-his own house. But soon he found that he was obliged to see to all sorts
-of things that he knew nothing about; and Josiah Graves, after the first
-moment of irritation, discovered that he had lost his chief interest in
-life. Mrs. Carey and Miss Graves were much distressed by the quarrel; they
-met after a discreet exchange of letters, and made up their minds to put
-the matter right: they talked, one to her husband, the other to her
-brother, from morning till night; and since they were persuading these
-gentlemen to do what in their hearts they wanted, after three weeks of
-anxiety a reconciliation was effected. It was to both their interests, but
-they ascribed it to a common love for their Redeemer. The meeting was held
-at the Mission Hall, and the doctor was asked to be chairman. Mr. Carey
-and Josiah Graves both made speeches.
-
-When Mrs. Carey had finished her business with the banker, she generally
-went upstairs to have a little chat with his sister; and while the ladies
-talked of parish matters, the curate or the new bonnet of Mrs. Wilson--Mr.
-Wilson was the richest man in Blackstable, he was thought to have at least
-five hundred a year, and he had married his cook--Philip sat demurely in
-the stiff parlour, used only to receive visitors, and busied himself with
-the restless movements of goldfish in a bowl. The windows were never
-opened except to air the room for a few minutes in the morning, and it had
-a stuffy smell which seemed to Philip to have a mysterious connection with
-banking.
-
-Then Mrs. Carey remembered that she had to go to the grocer, and they
-continued their way. When the shopping was done they often went down a
-side street of little houses, mostly of wood, in which fishermen dwelt
-(and here and there a fisherman sat on his doorstep mending his nets, and
-nets hung to dry upon the doors), till they came to a small beach, shut in
-on each side by warehouses, but with a view of the sea. Mrs. Carey stood
-for a few minutes and looked at it, it was turbid and yellow, [and who
-knows what thoughts passed through her mind?] while Philip searched for
-flat stones to play ducks and drakes. Then they walked slowly back. They
-looked into the post office to get the right time, nodded to Mrs. Wigram
-the doctor's wife, who sat at her window sewing, and so got home.
-
-Dinner was at one o'clock; and on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday it
-consisted of beef, roast, hashed, and minced, and on Thursday, Friday, and
-Saturday of mutton. On Sunday they ate one of their own chickens. In the
-afternoon Philip did his lessons, He was taught Latin and mathematics by
-his uncle who knew neither, and French and the piano by his aunt. Of
-French she was ignorant, but she knew the piano well enough to accompany
-the old-fashioned songs she had sung for thirty years. Uncle William used
-to tell Philip that when he was a curate his wife had known twelve songs
-by heart, which she could sing at a moment's notice whenever she was
-asked. She often sang still when there was a tea-party at the vicarage.
-There were few people whom the Careys cared to ask there, and their
-parties consisted always of the curate, Josiah Graves with his sister, Dr.
-Wigram and his wife. After tea Miss Graves played one or two of
-Mendelssohn's Songs without Words, and Mrs. Carey sang When the
-Swallows Homeward Fly, or Trot, Trot, My Pony.
-
-But the Careys did not give tea-parties often; the preparations upset
-them, and when their guests were gone they felt themselves exhausted. They
-preferred to have tea by themselves, and after tea they played backgammon.
-Mrs. Carey arranged that her husband should win, because he did not like
-losing. They had cold supper at eight. It was a scrappy meal because Mary
-Ann resented getting anything ready after tea, and Mrs. Carey helped to
-clear away. Mrs. Carey seldom ate more than bread and butter, with a
-little stewed fruit to follow, but the Vicar had a slice of cold meat.
-Immediately after supper Mrs. Carey rang the bell for prayers, and then
-Philip went to bed. He rebelled against being undressed by Mary Ann and
-after a while succeeded in establishing his right to dress and undress
-himself. At nine o'clock Mary Ann brought in the eggs and the plate. Mrs.
-Carey wrote the date on each egg and put the number down in a book. She
-then took the plate-basket on her arm and went upstairs. Mr. Carey
-continued to read one of his old books, but as the clock struck ten he got
-up, put out the lamps, and followed his wife to bed.
-
-When Philip arrived there was some difficulty in deciding on which evening
-he should have his bath. It was never easy to get plenty of hot water,
-since the kitchen boiler did not work, and it was impossible for two
-persons to have a bath on the same day. The only man who had a bathroom in
-Blackstable was Mr. Wilson, and it was thought ostentatious of him. Mary
-Ann had her bath in the kitchen on Monday night, because she liked to
-begin the week clean. Uncle William could not have his on Saturday,
-because he had a heavy day before him and he was always a little tired
-after a bath, so he had it on Friday. Mrs. Carey had hers on Thursday for
-the same reason. It looked as though Saturday were naturally indicated for
-Philip, but Mary Ann said she couldn't keep the fire up on Saturday night:
-what with all the cooking on Sunday, having to make pastry and she didn't
-know what all, she did not feel up to giving the boy his bath on Saturday
-night; and it was quite clear that he could not bath himself. Mrs. Carey
-was shy about bathing a boy, and of course the Vicar had his sermon. But
-the Vicar insisted that Philip should be clean and sweet for the lord's
-Day. Mary Ann said she would rather go than be put upon--and after
-eighteen years she didn't expect to have more work given her, and they
-might show some consideration--and Philip said he didn't want anyone to
-bath him, but could very well bath himself. This settled it. Mary Ann said
-she was quite sure he wouldn't bath himself properly, and rather than he
-should go dirty--and not because he was going into the presence of the
-Lord, but because she couldn't abide a boy who wasn't properly
-washed--she'd work herself to the bone even if it was Saturday night.
-
-
-
-VII
-
-
-Sunday was a day crowded with incident. Mr. Carey was accustomed to say
-that he was the only man in his parish who worked seven days a week.
-
-The household got up half an hour earlier than usual. No lying abed for a
-poor parson on the day of rest, Mr. Carey remarked as Mary Ann knocked at
-the door punctually at eight. It took Mrs. Carey longer to dress, and she
-got down to breakfast at nine, a little breathless, only just before her
-husband. Mr. Carey's boots stood in front of the fire to warm. Prayers
-were longer than usual, and the breakfast more substantial. After
-breakfast the Vicar cut thin slices of bread for the communion, and Philip
-was privileged to cut off the crust. He was sent to the study to fetch a
-marble paperweight, with which Mr. Carey pressed the bread till it was
-thin and pulpy, and then it was cut into small squares. The amount was
-regulated by the weather. On a very bad day few people came to church, and
-on a very fine one, though many came, few stayed for communion. There were
-most when it was dry enough to make the walk to church pleasant, but not
-so fine that people wanted to hurry away.
-
-Then Mrs. Carey brought the communion plate out of the safe, which stood
-in the pantry, and the Vicar polished it with a chamois leather. At ten
-the fly drove up, and Mr. Carey got into his boots. Mrs. Carey took
-several minutes to put on her bonnet, during which the Vicar, in a
-voluminous cloak, stood in the hall with just such an expression on his
-face as would have become an early Christian about to be led into the
-arena. It was extraordinary that after thirty years of marriage his wife
-could not be ready in time on Sunday morning. At last she came, in black
-satin; the Vicar did not like colours in a clergyman's wife at any time,
-but on Sundays he was determined that she should wear black; now and then,
-in conspiracy with Miss Graves, she ventured a white feather or a pink
-rose in her bonnet, but the Vicar insisted that it should disappear; he
-said he would not go to church with the scarlet woman: Mrs. Carey sighed
-as a woman but obeyed as a wife. They were about to step into the carriage
-when the Vicar remembered that no one had given him his egg. They knew
-that he must have an egg for his voice, there were two women in the house,
-and no one had the least regard for his comfort. Mrs. Carey scolded Mary
-Ann, and Mary Ann answered that she could not think of everything. She
-hurried away to fetch an egg, and Mrs. Carey beat it up in a glass of
-sherry. The Vicar swallowed it at a gulp. The communion plate was stowed
-in the carriage, and they set off.
-
-The fly came from The Red Lion and had a peculiar smell of stale straw.
-They drove with both windows closed so that the Vicar should not catch
-cold. The sexton was waiting at the porch to take the communion plate, and
-while the Vicar went to the vestry Mrs. Carey and Philip settled
-themselves in the vicarage pew. Mrs. Carey placed in front of her the
-sixpenny bit she was accustomed to put in the plate, and gave Philip
-threepence for the same purpose. The church filled up gradually and the
-service began.
-
-Philip grew bored during the sermon, but if he fidgetted Mrs. Carey put a
-gentle hand on his arm and looked at him reproachfully. He regained
-interest when the final hymn was sung and Mr. Graves passed round with the
-plate.
-
-When everyone had gone Mrs. Carey went into Miss Graves' pew to have a few
-words with her while they were waiting for the gentlemen, and Philip went
-to the vestry. His uncle, the curate, and Mr. Graves were still in their
-surplices. Mr. Carey gave him the remains of the consecrated bread and
-told him he might eat it. He had been accustomed to eat it himself, as it
-seemed blasphemous to throw it away, but Philip's keen appetite relieved
-him from the duty. Then they counted the money. It consisted of pennies,
-sixpences and threepenny bits. There were always two single shillings, one
-put in the plate by the Vicar and the other by Mr. Graves; and sometimes
-there was a florin. Mr. Graves told the Vicar who had given this. It was
-always a stranger to Blackstable, and Mr. Carey wondered who he was. But
-Miss Graves had observed the rash act and was able to tell Mrs. Carey that
-the stranger came from London, was married and had children. During the
-drive home Mrs. Carey passed the information on, and the Vicar made up his
-mind to call on him and ask for a subscription to the Additional Curates
-Society. Mr. Carey asked if Philip had behaved properly; and Mrs. Carey
-remarked that Mrs. Wigram had a new mantle, Mr. Cox was not in church, and
-somebody thought that Miss Phillips was engaged. When they reached the
-vicarage they all felt that they deserved a substantial dinner.
-
-When this was over Mrs. Carey went to her room to rest, and Mr. Carey lay
-down on the sofa in the drawing-room for forty winks.
-
-They had tea at five, and the Vicar ate an egg to support himself for
-evensong. Mrs. Carey did not go to this so that Mary Ann might, but she
-read the service through and the hymns. Mr. Carey walked to church in the
-evening, and Philip limped along by his side. The walk through the
-darkness along the country road strangely impressed him, and the church
-with all its lights in the distance, coming gradually nearer, seemed very
-friendly. At first he was shy with his uncle, but little by little grew
-used to him, and he would slip his hand in his uncle's and walk more
-easily for the feeling of protection.
-
-They had supper when they got home. Mr. Carey's slippers were waiting for
-him on a footstool in front of the fire and by their side Philip's, one
-the shoe of a small boy, the other misshapen and odd. He was dreadfully
-tired when he went up to bed, and he did not resist when Mary Ann
-undressed him. She kissed him after she tucked him up, and he began to
-love her.
-
-
-
-VIII
-
-
-Philip had led always the solitary life of an only child, and his
-loneliness at the vicarage was no greater than it had been when his mother
-lived. He made friends with Mary Ann. She was a chubby little person of
-thirty-five, the daughter of a fisherman, and had come to the vicarage at
-eighteen; it was her first place and she had no intention of leaving it;
-but she held a possible marriage as a rod over the timid heads of her
-master and mistress. Her father and mother lived in a little house off
-Harbour Street, and she went to see them on her evenings out. Her stories
-of the sea touched Philip's imagination, and the narrow alleys round the
-harbour grew rich with the romance which his young fancy lent them. One
-evening he asked whether he might go home with her; but his aunt was
-afraid that he might catch something, and his uncle said that evil
-communications corrupted good manners. He disliked the fisher folk, who
-were rough, uncouth, and went to chapel. But Philip was more comfortable
-in the kitchen than in the dining-room, and, whenever he could, he took
-his toys and played there. His aunt was not sorry. She did not like
-disorder, and though she recognised that boys must be expected to be
-untidy she preferred that he should make a mess in the kitchen. If he
-fidgeted his uncle was apt to grow restless and say it was high time he
-went to school. Mrs. Carey thought Philip very young for this, and her
-heart went out to the motherless child; but her attempts to gain his
-affection were awkward, and the boy, feeling shy, received her
-demonstrations with so much sullenness that she was mortified. Sometimes
-she heard his shrill voice raised in laughter in the kitchen, but when she
-went in, he grew suddenly silent, and he flushed darkly when Mary Ann
-explained the joke. Mrs. Carey could not see anything amusing in what she
-heard, and she smiled with constraint.
-
-"He seems happier with Mary Ann than with us, William," she said, when she
-returned to her sewing.
-
-"One can see he's been very badly brought up. He wants licking into
-shape."
-
-On the second Sunday after Philip arrived an unlucky incident occurred.
-Mr. Carey had retired as usual after dinner for a little snooze in the
-drawing-room, but he was in an irritable mood and could not sleep. Josiah
-Graves that morning had objected strongly to some candlesticks with which
-the Vicar had adorned the altar. He had bought them second-hand in
-Tercanbury, and he thought they looked very well. But Josiah Graves said
-they were popish. This was a taunt that always aroused the Vicar. He had
-been at Oxford during the movement which ended in the secession from the
-Established Church of Edward Manning, and he felt a certain sympathy for
-the Church of Rome. He would willingly have made the service more ornate
-than had been usual in the low-church parish of Blackstable, and in his
-secret soul he yearned for processions and lighted candles. He drew the
-line at incense. He hated the word protestant. He called himself a
-Catholic. He was accustomed to say that Papists required an epithet, they
-were Roman Catholic; but the Church of England was Catholic in the best,
-the fullest, and the noblest sense of the term. He was pleased to think
-that his shaven face gave him the look of a priest, and in his youth he
-had possessed an ascetic air which added to the impression. He often
-related that on one of his holidays in Boulogne, one of those holidays
-upon which his wife for economy's sake did not accompany him, when he was
-sitting in a church, the cure had come up to him and invited him to
-preach a sermon. He dismissed his curates when they married, having
-decided views on the celibacy of the unbeneficed clergy. But when at an
-election the Liberals had written on his garden fence in large blue
-letters: This way to Rome, he had been very angry, and threatened to
-prosecute the leaders of the Liberal party in Blackstable. He made up his
-mind now that nothing Josiah Graves said would induce him to remove the
-candlesticks from the altar, and he muttered Bismarck to himself once or
-twice irritably.
-
-Suddenly he heard an unexpected noise. He pulled the handkerchief off his
-face, got up from the sofa on which he was lying, and went into the
-dining-room. Philip was seated on the table with all his bricks around
-him. He had built a monstrous castle, and some defect in the foundation
-had just brought the structure down in noisy ruin.
-
-"What are you doing with those bricks, Philip? You know you're not allowed
-to play games on Sunday."
-
-Philip stared at him for a moment with frightened eyes, and, as his habit
-was, flushed deeply.
-
-"I always used to play at home," he answered.
-
-"I'm sure your dear mamma never allowed you to do such a wicked thing as
-that."
-
-Philip did not know it was wicked; but if it was, he did not wish it to be
-supposed that his mother had consented to it. He hung his head and did not
-answer.
-
-"Don't you know it's very, very wicked to play on Sunday? What d'you
-suppose it's called the day of rest for? You're going to church tonight,
-and how can you face your Maker when you've been breaking one of His laws
-in the afternoon?"
-
-Mr. Carey told him to put the bricks away at once, and stood over him
-while Philip did so.
-
-"You're a very naughty boy," he repeated. "Think of the grief you're
-causing your poor mother in heaven."
-
-Philip felt inclined to cry, but he had an instinctive disinclination to
-letting other people see his tears, and he clenched his teeth to prevent
-the sobs from escaping. Mr. Carey sat down in his arm-chair and began to
-turn over the pages of a book. Philip stood at the window. The vicarage
-was set back from the highroad to Tercanbury, and from the dining-room one
-saw a semicircular strip of lawn and then as far as the horizon green
-fields. Sheep were grazing in them. The sky was forlorn and gray. Philip
-felt infinitely unhappy.
-
-Presently Mary Ann came in to lay the tea, and Aunt Louisa descended the
-stairs.
-
-"Have you had a nice little nap, William?" she asked.
-
-"No," he answered. "Philip made so much noise that I couldn't sleep a
-wink."
-
-This was not quite accurate, for he had been kept awake by his own
-thoughts; and Philip, listening sullenly, reflected that he had only made
-a noise once, and there was no reason why his uncle should not have slept
-before or after. When Mrs. Carey asked for an explanation the Vicar
-narrated the facts.
-
-"He hasn't even said he was sorry," he finished.
-
-"Oh, Philip, I'm sure you're sorry," said Mrs. Carey, anxious that the
-child should not seem wickeder to his uncle than need be.
-
-Philip did not reply. He went on munching his bread and butter. He did not
-know what power it was in him that prevented him from making any
-expression of regret. He felt his ears tingling, he was a little inclined
-to cry, but no word would issue from his lips.
-
-"You needn't make it worse by sulking," said Mr. Carey.
-
-Tea was finished in silence. Mrs. Carey looked at Philip surreptitiously
-now and then, but the Vicar elaborately ignored him. When Philip saw his
-uncle go upstairs to get ready for church he went into the hall and got
-his hat and coat, but when the Vicar came downstairs and saw him, he said:
-
-"I don't wish you to go to church tonight, Philip. I don't think you're in
-a proper frame of mind to enter the House of God."
-
-Philip did not say a word. He felt it was a deep humiliation that was
-placed upon him, and his cheeks reddened. He stood silently watching his
-uncle put on his broad hat and his voluminous cloak. Mrs. Carey as usual
-went to the door to see him off. Then she turned to Philip.
-
-"Never mind, Philip, you won't be a naughty boy next Sunday, will you, and
-then your uncle will take you to church with him in the evening."
-
-She took off his hat and coat, and led him into the dining-room.
-
-"Shall you and I read the service together, Philip, and we'll sing the
-hymns at the harmonium. Would you like that?"
-
-Philip shook his head decidedly. Mrs. Carey was taken aback. If he would
-not read the evening service with her she did not know what to do with
-him.
-
-"Then what would you like to do until your uncle comes back?" she asked
-helplessly.
-
-Philip broke his silence at last.
-
-"I want to be left alone," he said.
-
-"Philip, how can you say anything so unkind? Don't you know that your
-uncle and I only want your good? Don't you love me at all?"
-
-"I hate you. I wish you was dead."
-
-Mrs. Carey gasped. He said the words so savagely that it gave her quite a
-start. She had nothing to say. She sat down in her husband's chair; and as
-she thought of her desire to love the friendless, crippled boy and her
-eager wish that he should love her--she was a barren woman and, even
-though it was clearly God's will that she should be childless, she could
-scarcely bear to look at little children sometimes, her heart ached
-so--the tears rose to her eyes and one by one, slowly, rolled down her
-cheeks. Philip watched her in amazement. She took out her handkerchief,
-and now she cried without restraint. Suddenly Philip realised that she was
-crying because of what he had said, and he was sorry. He went up to her
-silently and kissed her. It was the first kiss he had ever given her
-without being asked. And the poor lady, so small in her black satin,
-shrivelled up and sallow, with her funny corkscrew curls, took the little
-boy on her lap and put her arms around him and wept as though her heart
-would break. But her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt
-that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new
-love because he had made her suffer.
-
-
-
-IX
-
-
-On the following Sunday, when the Vicar was making his preparations to go
-into the drawing-room for his nap--all the actions of his life were
-conducted with ceremony--and Mrs. Carey was about to go upstairs, Philip
-asked:
-
-"What shall I do if I'm not allowed to play?"
-
-"Can't you sit still for once and be quiet?"
-
-"I can't sit still till tea-time."
-
-Mr. Carey looked out of the window, but it was cold and raw, and he could
-not suggest that Philip should go into the garden.
-
-"I know what you can do. You can learn by heart the collect for the day."
-
-He took the prayer-book which was used for prayers from the harmonium, and
-turned the pages till he came to the place he wanted.
-
-"It's not a long one. If you can say it without a mistake when I come in
-to tea you shall have the top of my egg."
-
-Mrs. Carey drew up Philip's chair to the dining-room table--they had
-bought him a high chair by now--and placed the book in front of him.
-
-"The devil finds work for idle hands to do," said Mr. Carey.
-
-He put some more coals on the fire so that there should be a cheerful
-blaze when he came in to tea, and went into the drawing-room. He loosened
-his collar, arranged the cushions, and settled himself comfortably on the
-sofa. But thinking the drawing-room a little chilly, Mrs. Carey brought
-him a rug from the hall; she put it over his legs and tucked it round his
-feet. She drew the blinds so that the light should not offend his eyes,
-and since he had closed them already went out of the room on tiptoe. The
-Vicar was at peace with himself today, and in ten minutes he was asleep.
-He snored softly.
-
-It was the Sixth Sunday after Epiphany, and the collect began with the
-words: O God, whose blessed Son was manifested that he might destroy the
-works of the devil, and make us the sons of God, and heirs of Eternal
-life. Philip read it through. He could make no sense of it. He began
-saying the words aloud to himself, but many of them were unknown to him,
-and the construction of the sentence was strange. He could not get more
-than two lines in his head. And his attention was constantly wandering:
-there were fruit trees trained on the walls of the vicarage, and a long
-twig beat now and then against the windowpane; sheep grazed stolidly in
-the field beyond the garden. It seemed as though there were knots inside
-his brain. Then panic seized him that he would not know the words by
-tea-time, and he kept on whispering them to himself quickly; he did not
-try to understand, but merely to get them parrot-like into his memory.
-
-Mrs. Carey could not sleep that afternoon, and by four o'clock she was so
-wide awake that she came downstairs. She thought she would hear Philip his
-collect so that he should make no mistakes when he said it to his uncle.
-His uncle then would be pleased; he would see that the boy's heart was in
-the right place. But when Mrs. Carey came to the dining-room and was about
-to go in, she heard a sound that made her stop suddenly. Her heart gave a
-little jump. She turned away and quietly slipped out of the front-door.
-She walked round the house till she came to the dining-room window and
-then cautiously looked in. Philip was still sitting on the chair she had
-put him in, but his head was on the table buried in his arms, and he was
-sobbing desperately. She saw the convulsive movement of his shoulders.
-Mrs. Carey was frightened. A thing that had always struck her about the
-child was that he seemed so collected. She had never seen him cry. And now
-she realised that his calmness was some instinctive shame of showing his
-fillings: he hid himself to weep.
-
-Without thinking that her husband disliked being wakened suddenly, she
-burst into the drawing-room.
-
-"William, William," she said. "The boy's crying as though his heart would
-break."
-
-Mr. Carey sat up and disentangled himself from the rug about his legs.
-
-"What's he got to cry about?"
-
-"I don't know.... Oh, William, we can't let the boy be unhappy. D'you
-think it's our fault? If we'd had children we'd have known what to do."
-
-Mr. Carey looked at her in perplexity. He felt extraordinarily helpless.
-
-"He can't be crying because I gave him the collect to learn. It's not more
-than ten lines."
-
-"Don't you think I might take him some picture books to look at, William?
-There are some of the Holy Land. There couldn't be anything wrong in
-that."
-
-"Very well, I don't mind."
-
-Mrs. Carey went into the study. To collect books was Mr. Carey's only
-passion, and he never went into Tercanbury without spending an hour or two
-in the second-hand shop; he always brought back four or five musty
-volumes. He never read them, for he had long lost the habit of reading,
-but he liked to turn the pages, look at the illustrations if they were
-illustrated, and mend the bindings. He welcomed wet days because on them
-he could stay at home without pangs of conscience and spend the afternoon
-with white of egg and a glue-pot, patching up the Russia leather of some
-battered quarto. He had many volumes of old travels, with steel
-engravings, and Mrs. Carey quickly found two which described Palestine.
-She coughed elaborately at the door so that Philip should have time to
-compose himself, she felt that he would be humiliated if she came upon him
-in the midst of his tears, then she rattled the door handle. When she went
-in Philip was poring over the prayer-book, hiding his eyes with his hands
-so that she might not see he had been crying.
-
-"Do you know the collect yet?" she said.
-
-He did not answer for a moment, and she felt that he did not trust his
-voice. She was oddly embarrassed.
-
-"I can't learn it by heart," he said at last, with a gasp.
-
-"Oh, well, never mind," she said. "You needn't. I've got some picture
-books for you to look at. Come and sit on my lap, and we'll look at them
-together."
-
-Philip slipped off his chair and limped over to her. He looked down so
-that she should not see his eyes. She put her arms round him.
-
-"Look," she said, "that's the place where our blessed Lord was born."
-
-She showed him an Eastern town with flat roofs and cupolas and minarets.
-In the foreground was a group of palm-trees, and under them were resting
-two Arabs and some camels. Philip passed his hand over the picture as if
-he wanted to feel the houses and the loose habiliments of the nomads.
-
-"Read what it says," he asked.
-
-Mrs. Carey in her even voice read the opposite page. It was a romantic
-narrative of some Eastern traveller of the thirties, pompous maybe, but
-fragrant with the emotion with which the East came to the generation that
-followed Byron and Chateaubriand. In a moment or two Philip interrupted
-her.
-
-"I want to see another picture."
-
-When Mary Ann came in and Mrs. Carey rose to help her lay the cloth.
-Philip took the book in his hands and hurried through the illustrations.
-It was with difficulty that his aunt induced him to put the book down for
-tea. He had forgotten his horrible struggle to get the collect by heart;
-he had forgotten his tears. Next day it was raining, and he asked for the
-book again. Mrs. Carey gave it him joyfully. Talking over his future with
-her husband she had found that both desired him to take orders, and this
-eagerness for the book which described places hallowed by the presence of
-Jesus seemed a good sign. It looked as though the boy's mind addressed
-itself naturally to holy things. But in a day or two he asked for more
-books. Mr. Carey took him into his study, showed him the shelf in which he
-kept illustrated works, and chose for him one that dealt with Rome. Philip
-took it greedily. The pictures led him to a new amusement. He began to
-read the page before and the page after each engraving to find out what it
-was about, and soon he lost all interest in his toys.
-
-Then, when no one was near, he took out books for himself; and perhaps
-because the first impression on his mind was made by an Eastern town, he
-found his chief amusement in those which described the Levant. His heart
-beat with excitement at the pictures of mosques and rich palaces; but
-there was one, in a book on Constantinople, which peculiarly stirred his
-imagination. It was called the Hall of the Thousand Columns. It was a
-Byzantine cistern, which the popular fancy had endowed with fantastic
-vastness; and the legend which he read told that a boat was always moored
-at the entrance to tempt the unwary, but no traveller venturing into the
-darkness had ever been seen again. And Philip wondered whether the boat
-went on for ever through one pillared alley after another or came at last
-to some strange mansion.
-
-One day a good fortune befell him, for he hit upon Lane's translation of
-The Thousand Nights and a Night. He was captured first by the
-illustrations, and then he began to read, to start with, the stories that
-dealt with magic, and then the others; and those he liked he read again
-and again. He could think of nothing else. He forgot the life about him.
-He had to be called two or three times before he would come to his dinner.
-Insensibly he formed the most delightful habit in the world, the habit of
-reading: he did not know that thus he was providing himself with a refuge
-from all the distress of life; he did not know either that he was creating
-for himself an unreal world which would make the real world of every day
-a source of bitter disappointment. Presently he began to read other
-things. His brain was precocious. His uncle and aunt, seeing that he
-occupied himself and neither worried nor made a noise, ceased to trouble
-themselves about him. Mr. Carey had so many books that he did not know
-them, and as he read little he forgot the odd lots he had bought at one
-time and another because they were cheap. Haphazard among the sermons and
-homilies, the travels, the lives of the Saints, the Fathers, the histories
-of the church, were old-fashioned novels; and these Philip at last
-discovered. He chose them by their titles, and the first he read was The
-Lancashire Witches, and then he read The Admirable Crichton, and then
-many more. Whenever he started a book with two solitary travellers riding
-along the brink of a desperate ravine he knew he was safe.
-
-The summer was come now, and the gardener, an old sailor, made him a
-hammock and fixed it up for him in the branches of a weeping willow. And
-here for long hours he lay, hidden from anyone who might come to the
-vicarage, reading, reading passionately. Time passed and it was July;
-August came: on Sundays the church was crowded with strangers, and the
-collection at the offertory often amounted to two pounds. Neither the
-Vicar nor Mrs. Carey went out of the garden much during this period; for
-they disliked strange faces, and they looked upon the visitors from London
-with aversion. The house opposite was taken for six weeks by a gentleman
-who had two little boys, and he sent in to ask if Philip would like to go
-and play with them; but Mrs. Carey returned a polite refusal. She was
-afraid that Philip would be corrupted by little boys from London. He was
-going to be a clergyman, and it was necessary that he should be preserved
-from contamination. She liked to see in him an infant Samuel.
-
-
-
-X
-
-
-The Careys made up their minds to send Philip to King's School at
-Tercanbury. The neighbouring clergy sent their sons there. It was united
-by long tradition to the Cathedral: its headmaster was an honorary Canon,
-and a past headmaster was the Archdeacon. Boys were encouraged there to
-aspire to Holy Orders, and the education was such as might prepare an
-honest lad to spend his life in God's service. A preparatory school was
-attached to it, and to this it was arranged that Philip should go. Mr.
-Carey took him into Tercanbury one Thursday afternoon towards the end of
-September. All day Philip had been excited and rather frightened. He knew
-little of school life but what he had read in the stories of The Boy's
-Own Paper. He had also read Eric, or Little by Little.
-
-When they got out of the train at Tercanbury, Philip felt sick with
-apprehension, and during the drive in to the town sat pale and silent. The
-high brick wall in front of the school gave it the look of a prison. There
-was a little door in it, which opened on their ringing; and a clumsy,
-untidy man came out and fetched Philip's tin trunk and his play-box. They
-were shown into the drawing-room; it was filled with massive, ugly
-furniture, and the chairs of the suite were placed round the walls with a
-forbidding rigidity. They waited for the headmaster.
-
-"What's Mr. Watson like?" asked Philip, after a while.
-
-"You'll see for yourself."
-
-There was another pause. Mr. Carey wondered why the headmaster did not
-come. Presently Philip made an effort and spoke again.
-
-"Tell him I've got a club-foot," he said.
-
-Before Mr. Carey could speak the door burst open and Mr. Watson swept into
-the room. To Philip he seemed gigantic. He was a man of over six feet
-high, and broad, with enormous hands and a great red beard; he talked
-loudly in a jovial manner; but his aggressive cheerfulness struck terror
-in Philip's heart. He shook hands with Mr. Carey, and then took Philip's
-small hand in his.
-
-"Well, young fellow, are you glad to come to school?" he shouted.
-
-Philip reddened and found no word to answer.
-
-"How old are you?"
-
-"Nine," said Philip.
-
-"You must say sir," said his uncle.
-
-"I expect you've got a good lot to learn," the headmaster bellowed
-cheerily.
-
-To give the boy confidence he began to tickle him with rough fingers.
-Philip, feeling shy and uncomfortable, squirmed under his touch.
-
-"I've put him in the small dormitory for the present.... You'll like that,
-won't you?" he added to Philip. "Only eight of you in there. You won't
-feel so strange."
-
-Then the door opened, and Mrs. Watson came in. She was a dark woman with
-black hair, neatly parted in the middle. She had curiously thick lips and
-a small round nose. Her eyes were large and black. There was a singular
-coldness in her appearance. She seldom spoke and smiled more seldom still.
-Her husband introduced Mr. Carey to her, and then gave Philip a friendly
-push towards her.
-
-"This is a new boy, Helen, His name's Carey."
-
-Without a word she shook hands with Philip and then sat down, not
-speaking, while the headmaster asked Mr. Carey how much Philip knew and
-what books he had been working with. The Vicar of Blackstable was a little
-embarrassed by Mr. Watson's boisterous heartiness, and in a moment or two
-got up.
-
-"I think I'd better leave Philip with you now."
-
-"That's all right," said Mr. Watson. "He'll be safe with me. He'll get on
-like a house on fire. Won't you, young fellow?"
-
-Without waiting for an answer from Philip the big man burst into a great
-bellow of laughter. Mr. Carey kissed Philip on the forehead and went away.
-
-"Come along, young fellow," shouted Mr. Watson. "I'll show you the
-school-room."
-
-He swept out of the drawing-room with giant strides, and Philip hurriedly
-limped behind him. He was taken into a long, bare room with two tables
-that ran along its whole length; on each side of them were wooden forms.
-
-"Nobody much here yet," said Mr. Watson. "I'll just show you the
-playground, and then I'll leave you to shift for yourself."
-
-Mr. Watson led the way. Philip found himself in a large play-ground with
-high brick walls on three sides of it. On the fourth side was an iron
-railing through which you saw a vast lawn and beyond this some of the
-buildings of King's School. One small boy was wandering disconsolately,
-kicking up the gravel as he walked.
-
-"Hulloa, Venning," shouted Mr. Watson. "When did you turn up?"
-
-The small boy came forward and shook hands.
-
-"Here's a new boy. He's older and bigger than you, so don't you bully
-him."
-
-The headmaster glared amicably at the two children, filling them with fear
-by the roar of his voice, and then with a guffaw left them.
-
-"What's your name?"
-
-"Carey."
-
-"What's your father?"
-
-"He's dead."
-
-"Oh! Does your mother wash?"
-
-"My mother's dead, too."
-
-Philip thought this answer would cause the boy a certain awkwardness, but
-Venning was not to be turned from his facetiousness for so little.
-
-"Well, did she wash?" he went on.
-
-"Yes," said Philip indignantly.
-
-"She was a washerwoman then?"
-
-"No, she wasn't."
-
-"Then she didn't wash."
-
-The little boy crowed with delight at the success of his dialectic. Then
-he caught sight of Philip's feet.
-
-"What's the matter with your foot?"
-
-Philip instinctively tried to withdraw it from sight. He hid it behind the
-one which was whole.
-
-"I've got a club-foot," he answered.
-
-"How did you get it?"
-
-"I've always had it."
-
-"Let's have a look."
-
-"No."
-
-"Don't then."
-
-The little boy accompanied the words with a sharp kick on Philip's shin,
-which Philip did not expect and thus could not guard against. The pain was
-so great that it made him gasp, but greater than the pain was the
-surprise. He did not know why Venning kicked him. He had not the presence
-of mind to give him a black eye. Besides, the boy was smaller than he, and
-he had read in The Boy's Own Paper that it was a mean thing to hit
-anyone smaller than yourself. While Philip was nursing his shin a third
-boy appeared, and his tormentor left him. In a little while he noticed
-that the pair were talking about him, and he felt they were looking at his
-feet. He grew hot and uncomfortable.
-
-But others arrived, a dozen together, and then more, and they began to
-talk about their doings during the holidays, where they had been, and what
-wonderful cricket they had played. A few new boys appeared, and with these
-presently Philip found himself talking. He was shy and nervous. He was
-anxious to make himself pleasant, but he could not think of anything to
-say. He was asked a great many questions and answered them all quite
-willingly. One boy asked him whether he could play cricket.
-
-"No," answered Philip. "I've got a club-foot."
-
-The boy looked down quickly and reddened. Philip saw that he felt he had
-asked an unseemly question. He was too shy to apologise and looked at
-Philip awkwardly.
-
-
-
-XI
-
-
-Next morning when the clanging of a bell awoke Philip he looked round his
-cubicle in astonishment. Then a voice sang out, and he remembered where he
-was.
-
-"Are you awake, Singer?"
-
-The partitions of the cubicle were of polished pitch-pine, and there was
-a green curtain in front. In those days there was little thought of
-ventilation, and the windows were closed except when the dormitory was
-aired in the morning.
-
-Philip got up and knelt down to say his prayers. It was a cold morning,
-and he shivered a little; but he had been taught by his uncle that his
-prayers were more acceptable to God if he said them in his nightshirt than
-if he waited till he was dressed. This did not surprise him, for he was
-beginning to realise that he was the creature of a God who appreciated the
-discomfort of his worshippers. Then he washed. There were two baths for
-the fifty boarders, and each boy had a bath once a week. The rest of his
-washing was done in a small basin on a wash-stand, which with the bed and
-a chair, made up the furniture of each cubicle. The boys chatted gaily
-while they dressed. Philip was all ears. Then another bell sounded, and
-they ran downstairs. They took their seats on the forms on each side of
-the two long tables in the school-room; and Mr. Watson, followed by his
-wife and the servants, came in and sat down. Mr. Watson read prayers in an
-impressive manner, and the supplications thundered out in his loud voice
-as though they were threats personally addressed to each boy. Philip
-listened with anxiety. Then Mr. Watson read a chapter from the Bible, and
-the servants trooped out. In a moment the untidy youth brought in two
-large pots of tea and on a second journey immense dishes of bread and
-butter.
-
-Philip had a squeamish appetite, and the thick slabs of poor butter on the
-bread turned his stomach, but he saw other boys scraping it off and
-followed their example. They all had potted meats and such like, which
-they had brought in their play-boxes; and some had 'extras,' eggs or
-bacon, upon which Mr. Watson made a profit. When he had asked Mr. Carey
-whether Philip was to have these, Mr. Carey replied that he did not think
-boys should be spoilt. Mr. Watson quite agreed with him--he considered
-nothing was better than bread and butter for growing lads--but some
-parents, unduly pampering their offspring, insisted on it.
-
-Philip noticed that 'extras' gave boys a certain consideration and made up
-his mind, when he wrote to Aunt Louisa, to ask for them.
-
-After breakfast the boys wandered out into the play-ground. Here the
-day-boys were gradually assembling. They were sons of the local clergy, of
-the officers at the Depot, and of such manufacturers or men of business as
-the old town possessed. Presently a bell rang, and they all trooped into
-school. This consisted of a large, long room at opposite ends of which two
-under-masters conducted the second and third forms, and of a smaller one,
-leading out of it, used by Mr. Watson, who taught the first form. To
-attach the preparatory to the senior school these three classes were known
-officially, on speech days and in reports, as upper, middle, and lower
-second. Philip was put in the last. The master, a red-faced man with a
-pleasant voice, was called Rice; he had a jolly manner with boys, and the
-time passed quickly. Philip was surprised when it was a quarter to eleven
-and they were let out for ten minutes' rest.
-
-The whole school rushed noisily into the play-ground. The new boys were
-told to go into the middle, while the others stationed themselves along
-opposite walls. They began to play Pig in the Middle. The old boys ran
-from wall to wall while the new boys tried to catch them: when one was
-seized and the mystic words said--one, two, three, and a pig for me--he
-became a prisoner and, turning sides, helped to catch those who were still
-free. Philip saw a boy running past and tried to catch him, but his limp
-gave him no chance; and the runners, taking their opportunity, made
-straight for the ground he covered. Then one of them had the brilliant
-idea of imitating Philip's clumsy run. Other boys saw it and began to
-laugh; then they all copied the first; and they ran round Philip, limping
-grotesquely, screaming in their treble voices with shrill laughter. They
-lost their heads with the delight of their new amusement, and choked with
-helpless merriment. One of them tripped Philip up and he fell, heavily as
-he always fell, and cut his knee. They laughed all the louder when he got
-up. A boy pushed him from behind, and he would have fallen again if
-another had not caught him. The game was forgotten in the entertainment of
-Philip's deformity. One of them invented an odd, rolling limp that struck
-the rest as supremely ridiculous, and several of the boys lay down on the
-ground and rolled about in laughter: Philip was completely scared. He
-could not make out why they were laughing at him. His heart beat so that
-he could hardly breathe, and he was more frightened than he had ever been
-in his life. He stood still stupidly while the boys ran round him,
-mimicking and laughing; they shouted to him to try and catch them; but he
-did not move. He did not want them to see him run any more. He was using
-all his strength to prevent himself from crying.
-
-Suddenly the bell rang, and they all trooped back to school. Philip's knee
-was bleeding, and he was dusty and dishevelled. For some minutes Mr. Rice
-could not control his form. They were excited still by the strange
-novelty, and Philip saw one or two of them furtively looking down at his
-feet. He tucked them under the bench.
-
-In the afternoon they went up to play football, but Mr. Watson stopped
-Philip on the way out after dinner.
-
-"I suppose you can't play football, Carey?" he asked him.
-
-Philip blushed self-consciously.
-
-"No, sir."
-
-"Very well. You'd better go up to the field. You can walk as far as that,
-can't you?"
-
-Philip had no idea where the field was, but he answered all the same.
-
-"Yes, sir."
-
-The boys went in charge of Mr. Rice, who glanced at Philip and seeing he
-had not changed, asked why he was not going to play.
-
-"Mr. Watson said I needn't, sir," said Philip.
-
-"Why?"
-
-There were boys all round him, looking at him curiously, and a feeling of
-shame came over Philip. He looked down without answering. Others gave the
-reply.
-
-"He's got a club-foot, sir."
-
-"Oh, I see."
-
-Mr. Rice was quite young; he had only taken his degree a year before; and
-he was suddenly embarrassed. His instinct was to beg the boy's pardon, but
-he was too shy to do so. He made his voice gruff and loud.
-
-"Now then, you boys, what are you waiting about for? Get on with you."
-
-Some of them had already started and those that were left now set off, in
-groups of two or three.
-
-"You'd better come along with me, Carey," said the master "You don't know
-the way, do you?"
-
-Philip guessed the kindness, and a sob came to his throat.
-
-"I can't go very fast, sir."
-
-"Then I'll go very slow," said the master, with a smile.
-
-Philip's heart went out to the red-faced, commonplace young man who said
-a gentle word to him. He suddenly felt less unhappy.
-
-But at night when they went up to bed and were undressing, the boy who was
-called Singer came out of his cubicle and put his head in Philip's.
-
-"I say, let's look at your foot," he said.
-
-"No," answered Philip.
-
-He jumped into bed quickly.
-
-"Don't say no to me," said Singer. "Come on, Mason."
-
-The boy in the next cubicle was looking round the corner, and at the words
-he slipped in. They made for Philip and tried to tear the bed-clothes off
-him, but he held them tightly.
-
-"Why can't you leave me alone?" he cried.
-
-Singer seized a brush and with the back of it beat Philip's hands clenched
-on the blanket. Philip cried out.
-
-"Why don't you show us your foot quietly?"
-
-"I won't."
-
-In desperation Philip clenched his fist and hit the boy who tormented him,
-but he was at a disadvantage, and the boy seized his arm. He began to turn
-it.
-
-"Oh, don't, don't," said Philip. "You'll break my arm."
-
-"Stop still then and put out your foot."
-
-Philip gave a sob and a gasp. The boy gave the arm another wrench. The
-pain was unendurable.
-
-"All right. I'll do it," said Philip.
-
-He put out his foot. Singer still kept his hand on Philip's wrist. He
-looked curiously at the deformity.
-
-"Isn't it beastly?" said Mason.
-
-Another came in and looked too.
-
-"Ugh," he said, in disgust.
-
-"My word, it is rum," said Singer, making a face. "Is it hard?"
-
-He touched it with the tip of his forefinger
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