This Man's Wife Part 4
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After that he sat for some hours thinking and wondering how it was that while some men of his years were manly and able to maintain their own, he was so boyish and easily upset.
"I'm afraid my old tutor's right," he said; "I want ballast."
Perhaps that was why, when he dropped to sleep and went sailing away into the sea of dreams, his voyage was so wild and strange. Every minute some gust of pa.s.sion threatened to capsize his barque, but he sailed on with his dreams growing more wild, the sky around still more strange.
It was a restless night for Christie Bayle, B.A. But the scholar of Oriel College, Oxford, was thinking as he had never thought before.
VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER THREE.
A LITTLE BUSINESS OF THE BANK.
"Would you be kind enough to cash this little cheque for me, Mr Thickens?"
The speaker was Miss Heathery, in the morning costume of a plum-coloured silk dress, with wide-spreading bonnet of the same material, ornamented with several large bows of broad satin ribbon, and an extremely dilapidated bird of paradise plume. She placed her reticule bag, also of plum-colour, but of satin--upon the broad mahogany counter of Dixons'
Bank, Market Place, King's Castor, and tried to draw the bag open.
This, however, was not so easy. When it was open all you had to do was to pull the thick silk cord strings, and it closed up tightly, but there was no similar plan for opening a lady's reticule in the year 1818. It was then necessary to insert the forefingers of each hand, knuckle to knuckle, force them well down, and then draw, the result being an opening, out of which you could extract pocket-handkerchief, Preston salts, or purse. Thin fingers were very useful at such a time, and Miss Heathery's fingers were thin; but she wore gloves, and the gloves of that period, especially those sold in provincial towns, were not of the delicate second-skin nature worn by ladies now. The consequence was that hard-featured, iron-grey haired, closely-shaven Mr James Thickens, in his buff waistcoat and stiff white cravat, had to stand for some time, with a very large quill pen behind his right ear, waiting till Miss Heathery, who was growing very hot and red, exclaimed:
"That's it!" and drew open the bag.
But even then the cheque was not immediately forthcoming, for it had to be fished for. First there was Miss Heathery's pocket-handkerchief, delicately scented with otto of roses; then there was the pattern she was going to match at Crumple's, the draper's; then her large piece of orris root got in the way, and had to be shaken on one side with the knitting, and the ball of Berlin wool, when the purse was found in the far corner.
Purses, too, in those days were not of the "open sesame" kind popular now. The _porte-monnaie_ was not born, and ladies knitted long silken hose, with a slit in the middle, placed ornamental slide-rings and ta.s.sels thereon, and even went so far sometimes as to make these old-fas.h.i.+oned purses of beads.
Miss Heathery's was of netted silk, however, orange and blue, and through the reticulations could be seen at one end the metallic twinkle of coins, at the other the subdued tint and cornerish distensions of folded paper.
"I'm afraid I'm keeping you, Mr Thickens," said the lady in a sweet, bird-like chirp, as she drew one slide, and tried to coax the folded cheque along the hose, though it refused to be coaxed, and obstinately stuck its elbows out at every opening of the net.
Mr Thickens said, "Not at all," and pa.s.sed his tongue over his dry lips, and moved his long fingers as if he were a kind of human actinia, and these were his tentacles, involuntarily trying to get at the cheque.
"That's it!" said Miss Heathery again with a satisfied sigh, and she handed the paper across the counter.
James Thickens drew down a pair of very strongly-framed, round-eyed, silver-mounted spectacles from where they had been resting close to his brushed up "Brutus," and unfolded and smoothed out the slip of paper, spreading it on the counter, and bending over it so much that his gla.s.ses would have fallen off but for the fact that a piece of black silk shoe-string formed a band behind.
"Two thirteen six," said Mr Thickens, looking up at the lady.
"Yes; two pounds thirteen s.h.i.+llings and sixpence," she replied, in token of a.s.sent. And while she was speaking, Mr Thickens took the big quill pen from behind his ear, and stood with his head on one side in an att.i.tude of attention till the word "sixpence" was uttered, when the pen was darted into a great s.h.i.+ning leaden inkstand and out again, like a peck from a heron's bill, and without damaging the finely-cut point. A peculiar cancelling mark was made upon the cheque, which was carried to a railed-in desk. A great book was opened with a bang, and an entry made, the cheque dropped into a drawer, and then, in sharp, business-like tones, Mr Thickens asked the question he had been asking for the last twenty years.
"How will you have it?"
Miss Heathery chirped out her wishes, and Mr Thickens counted out two sovereigns twice over, rattled them into a bright copper shovel, and cleverly threw them before the customer's hand. A half-sovereign was treated similarly, but retained with the left hand till half-a-crown and a s.h.i.+lling were ready, then all these coins were thrust over together, without the copper shovel, and the transaction would have been ended, only that Miss Heathery said sweetly: "Would you mind, Mr Thickens, giving me some smaller change?"
Mr Thickens bowed, and, taking back the half-crown, changed it for two s.h.i.+llings and sixpence, all bearing the round, bucolic countenance of King George the Third, upon which Miss Heathery beamed as she slipped the coins in the blue and orange purse.
"I hope Mr Hallam is quite well, Mr Thickens."
"Quite well, ma'am."
"And the gold and silver fish?"
"Quite well, ma'am," said Mr Thickens, a little more austerely.
"I always think it so curiously droll, Mr Thickens, your keeping gold and silver fish," simpered Miss Heathery. "It always seems as if the pretty things had something to do with the bank, and that their scales--"
"Would some day turn into sixpences and half-sovereigns, eh, ma'am?"
said the bank clerk sharply. "Yes--exactly, Mr Thickens."
"Ah, well, ma'am, it's a very pretty idea, but that's all. It isn't solid."
"Exactly, Mr Thickens. My compliments to Mr Hallam. Good-day."
"If that woman goes on making that joke about my fish many more times, I shall kill her!" said James Thickens, giving his head a vicious rub.
"An old idiot! I wish she'd keep her money at home. I believe she pa.s.ses her time in writing cheques, getting 'em changed, and paying the money in again, as an excuse for something to do, and for the sake of calling here. _I'm_ not such an a.s.s as to think it's to see me; and as to Hallam--well, who knows? Perhaps she means Sir Gordon. There's no telling where a woman may hang up her heart."
James Thickens returned to his desk after a glance down the main street, which looked as solemn and quiet as if there were no inhabitants in the place; so still was it, that no explanation was needed for the presence of a good deal of fine gra.s.s cropping up between the paving-stones. The houses looked clean and bright in the clear suns.h.i.+ne, which made the wonderfully twisted and floral-looking iron support of the "George" sign sparkle where the green paint was touched up with gold. The shadows were clearly cut and dark, and the flowers in the "George" window almost glittered, so bright were their colours. An elderly lady came across the market place, in a red shawl and carrying a pair of pattens in one hand, a dead-leaf tinted gingham umbrella in the other, though it had not rained for a month and the sky was without a cloud.
That red shawl seemed, as it moved, to give light and animation for a few minutes to the place; but as it disappeared round the corner by the "George," the place was all suns.h.i.+ne and shadow once more. The uninhabited look came back, and James Thickens pushed up his spectacles and began to write, his pen scratching and wheezing over the thick hand-made paper till a tremendous nose-blowing and a quick step were heard, and the clerk said "Gemp."
The next minute there was, the sharp tap of a stick on the step, continued on the floor, and the owner of that name entered with his coat tightly b.u.t.toned across his chest.
He was a keen-looking man of sixty, with rather obstinate features, and above all, an obstinate beard, which seemed as if it refused to be shaved, remaining in stiff, grey, wiry patches in corners and on prominences, as well as down in little ravines cut deeply in his face.
His eyes, which were dark and sharp, twinkled and looked inquisitive, while, in addition, there was a restless wandering irregularity in their movements as if in turn each was trying to make out what its fellow was doing on the other side of that big bony nose.
"Morning, Mr Thickens, sir, morning," in a coffee-grinding tone of voice; "I want to see the chief."
"Mr Hallam? Yes; I'll see if he's at liberty, Mr Gemp."
"Do, Mr Thickens, sir, do; but one moment," he continued, leaning over and taking the clerk by the coat. "Don't you think I slight you, Mr Thickens; not a bit, sir, not a bit. But when a man has a valuable deposit to make, eh?--you see?--it isn't a matter of trusting this man or that; he sees the chief."
Mr Gemp drew himself up, slapped the bulgy left breast of his b.u.t.toned-up coat, nodded sagely, and blew his nose with a snort like a blast on a cow-horn, using a great blue cotton handkerchief with white spots.
Mr James Thickens pa.s.sed through a gla.s.s door, covered on the inner side with dark green muslin, and returned directly to usher the visitor into the presence of Robert Hallam, the business manager of Dixons'
Bank.
The room was neatly furnished, half office half parlour, and, but for a pair of crossed cutla.s.ses over the chimney-piece, a bell-mouthed bra.s.s blunderbuss, and a pair of rusty flint-lock pistols, the place might have been the ordinary sitting-room of a man of quiet habits. There was another object though in one corner, which took from the latter aspect, this being the door of the cupboard which, instead of being ordinary painted panel, was of strong iron, a couple of inches thick.
"Morning, Mr Hallam, sir."
"Good-morning, Mr Gemp."
The manager rose from his seat at the baize-covered table to shake hands and point to a chair, and then, resuming his own, he crossed his legs and smiled blandly as he waited to hear his visitor's business.
Mr Gemp's first act was to spread his blue handkerchief over his knees, and then begin to stare about the room, after carefully hooking himself with his thick oak stick which he pa.s.sed over his neck and held with both hands as if he felt himself to be rather an errant kind of sheep who needed the restraint of the crook.
"Loaded?" he said suddenly, after letting his eyes rest upon the fire-arms.
"Oh, yes, Mr Gemp, they are all loaded," replied the manager smiling.
"But I suppose I need not get them down; you are not going to make an attack?"
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