Chapter 80
"Yes. Just the same as usual. Down at Rowford still, smoking himself to death. Hah! capital pinch of snuff this," he added, regaling himself again. "Sent his love to you, and said I was to tell you--tell you-- where the d.i.c.kens did I put that letter?" he continued, pulling a bundle of dip-proofs out of his breast-pocket, and hunting them over--"said I was to tell you--ah, here it is--to tell you--Ah--'Tell young Grace I shall come up to town and see him some day, and I'll give you a look up too.' Bah! Don't want him: won't have him. We should be sure to quarrel. He'd come here, and sit and smoke all day--where's my--oh, here it is."
He took a couple of pinches of snuff in a queer, excited way, and snapped his fingers loudly.
"I shall be very, very glad to see him when he does come," I said warmly.
"Ah, yes, of course you will. He's got some papers or something, he says, for you."
"Has he?"
"So he says. Hang Peter! I don't like him, somehow."
There was a comical look of chagrin in the old man's face as he spoke; but it was mingled with a dry, humorous air that refused to be concealed, and I seemed to feel in my heart that if the brothers met, Mr Jabez would be thoroughly cordial.
"Well, I'm glad you did condescend to call, young engine-driver," he said at last; "as it happens, I'm not busy to-night. You won't take a pinch of snuff?"
I shook my head.
"What will you have, then? Have some almonds and raisins? Figs? Some oranges? Well, some sweetstuff? They've got some capital cocoa-nut candy downstairs! No? Well, have some candied peel?"
"No, thank you, Mr Jabez," I said, laughing. "Why, what a baby you do think me."
"Well, so you are," he growled. "You don't want me to ask you to have beer, or grog, or cigars, do you?"
"Oh no!" I said, laughing.
"Good job, too, because you wouldn't catch me giving them to you. Well, how's your policeman?"
"Quite well."
"Ever see Hallett now?"
"Every day nearly."
"Humph! Decent fellow, Hallett; sorry he left us. Cleanest
"But you forget I am not a printer now, Mr Jabez."
"No, I don't, stupid. Can't you see I was speaking in metaphors?
Always read your stick, boy, through life. When you've done a thing, go over it again to see if it's right; and then, at the end, you'll find your proof-sheets of life are not half so foul. Tell Hallett, when you see him again, to give me a look up. I rather liked him."
"Why, you never seemed to like him, Mr Jabez," I said.
"Well, what of that, boy? Can't a man like anybody without always going about and grinning?"
He took another pinch of snuff, and then nodded and tapped his box.
"How's Mr Grimstone?" I said, smiling.
"Oh, hard as a nut, and as awkward. Gives me a deal of trouble."
"And is Jem Smith with you still?"
"With me? No; but he's in a house close by, the great stupid lout!
He's got whiskers now, and grown more thick-headed than ever. Grimstone had a sharp illness, though, over that affair."
"What affair?" I asked.
"Why, when the partners.h.i.+p was broken up--you know?"
"No," I said, wonderingly.
"Why, you must have heard. When John Lister was bankrupt. He was dead in with the money-lenders, and he had to give up, you know."
"What! was he ruined?"
"Ruined? yes, a gambling fool; and if Mr Ruddle hadn't been pretty firm, the rascal would have ruined him too--pulled the house down."
"This is news," I said.
"Yes, and bad news, too," said the old fellow. "Five hundred pounds of my savings went--lent money--for him to make ducks and drakes!"
"Oh, Mr Jabez," I said: "I am very sorry."
"Don't deserve it," he said, taking another pinch; "served me right for being such a fool. I don't mind now; I never cry over spilt milk, but it nearly broke poor old Grim's heart. Five hundred of his went, too, and it was very nearly being more."
"I remember something about it," I said. "You were speaking on the subject once before me."
"Ah, so we were. Well, it was a warning to me, Grace. Temptation, you know."
"Temptation?"
"Yes, to get bonus and high interest. Playing usurer, my boy. Serve us both right. Don't you ever be led on to lending money on usury."
"I'm not likely ever to have any to lend," I said, laughing.
"I don't know that," he said, making another reference to his snuff-box.
"Peter said in one of his letters that he thought there was some money that ought to come to you."
"I'm afraid not," I said, laughing. "I've a long debt to pay yet."
"You!--you in debt, you young rascal!" he exclaimed angrily.
"I always said I would some day pay off my father's debts, Mr Jabez," I said; and then my words brought up such a flood of sad recollections, that I was about to eagerly change the subject, when Mr Jabez leaned over to me and took my hand.
"Good lad," he said, shaking it up and down. "Good lad. I like that.
I don't believe you ever will pay them, you know; but I like the sound of it all the same."
He kept on shaking my hand some time, and only left it to take another pinch of snuff.