The Caxtons: A Family Picture Part 41
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"Hum!" grunted Squills, starting up and seizing my father's pulse; "ninety-six,--ninety-six if a beat! And the tongue, sir!"
"Pshaw!" quoth my father; "you have not even seen my tongue!"
"No need of that; I know what it is by the state of the eyelids,--tip scarlet, sides rough as a nutmeg-grater!"
"Pshaw!" again said my father, this time impatiently.
"Well," said Squills, solemnly, "it is my duty to say," (here my mother entered, to tell me that supper was ready), "and I say it to you, Mrs.
Caxton, and to you, Mr. Pisistratus Caxton, as the parties most nearly interested, that if you, sir, go to London upon this matter, I'll not answer for the consequences."
"Oh! Austin, Austin," cried my mother, running up and throwing her arms round my father's neck; while I, little less alarmed by Squills's serious tone and aspect, represented strongly the inutility of Mr.
Caxton's personal interference at the present moment. All he could do on arriving in town would be to put the matter into the hands of a good lawyer, and that we could do for him; it would be time enough to send for him when the extent of the mischief done was more clearly ascertained. Meanwhile Squills griped my father's pulse, and my mother hung on his neck.
"Ninety-six--ninety-seven!" groaned Squills in a hollow voice.
"I don't believe it!" cried my father, almost in a pa.s.sion,--"never better nor cooler in my life."
"And the tongue--Look at his tongue, Mrs. Caxton,--a tongue, ma'am, so bright that you could see to read by it!"
"Oh! Austin, Austin!"
"My dear, it is not my tongue that is in fault, I a.s.sure you," said my father, speaking through his teeth; "and the man knows no more of my tongue than he does of the Mysteries of Eleusis."
"Put it out then," exclaimed Squills; "and if it be not as I say, you have my leave to go to London and throw your whole fortune into the two great pits you have dug for it. Put it out!"
"Mr. Squills!" said my father, coloring,--"Mr. Squills, for shame!"
"Dear, dear, Austin! your hand is so hot; you are feverish, I am sure."
"Not a bit of it."
"But, sir, only just gratify Mr. Squills," said I, coaxingly.
"There, there!" said my father, fairly baited into submission, and shyly exhibiting for a moment the extremest end of the vanquished organ of eloquence.
Squills darted forward his lynx-like eyes. "Red as a lobster, and rough as a gooseberry-bus.h.!.+" cried Squills, in a tone of savage joy.
CHAPTER III.
How was it possible for one poor tongue, so reviled and persecuted, so humbled, insulted, and triumphed over, to resist three tongues in league against it?
Finally, my father yielded, and Squills; in high spirits, declared that he would go to supper with me, to see that I ate nothing that would tend to discredit his reliance on my system. Leaving my mother still with her Austin, the good surgeon then took my arm, and as soon as we were in the next room, shut the door carefully, wiped his forehead, and said: "I think we have saved him!"
"Would it really, then, have injured my father so much?"
"So much? Why, you foolish young man, don't you see that with his ignorance of business where he himself is concerned,--though for any other one's business, neither Rollick nor Cool has a better judgment,--and with his d--d Quixotic spirit of honor worked up into a state of excitement, he would have rushed to Mr. Tibbets and exclaimed, 'How much do we owe you? There it is,' settled in the same way with these printers, and come back without a sixpence; whereas you and I can look coolly about us and reduce the inflammation to the minimum!"
"I see, and thank you heartily, Squills."
"Besides," said the surgeon, with more feeling, "your father has really been making a n.o.ble effort over himself. He suffers more than you would think,--not for himself (for I do believe that if he were alone in the world, he would be quite contented if he could save fifty pounds a-year and his books), but for your mother and yourself; and a fresh access of emotional excitement, all the nervous anxiety of a journey to London on such a business, might have ended in a paralytic or epileptic affection.
Now we have him here snug; and the worst news we can give him will be better than what he will make up his mind for. But you don't eat."
"Eat! How can I? My poor father!"
"The effect of grief upon the gastric juices, through the nervous system, is very remarkable," said Mr. Squills, philosophically, and helping himself to a broiled bone; "it increases the thirst, while it takes away hunger. No--don't touch port!--heating! Sherry and water."
CHAPTER IV.
The house-door had closed upon Mr. Squills,--that gentleman having promised to breakfast with me the next morning, so that we might take the coach from our gate,--and I remained alone, seated by the supper-table, and revolving all I had heard, when my father walked in.
"Pisistratus," said he gravely, and looking round him, "your mother!--suppose the worst--your first care, then, must be to try and secure something for her. You and I are men,--we can never want, while we have health of mind and body; but a woman--and if anything happens to me--"
My father's lip writhed as it uttered these brief sentences.
"My dear, dear father!" said I, suppressing my tears with difficulty, "all evils, as you yourself said, look worse by antic.i.p.ation. It is impossible that your whole fortune can be involved. The newspaper did not run many weeks, and only the first volume of your work is printed.
Besides, there must be other shareholders who will pay their quota.
Believe me, I feel sanguine as to the result of my emba.s.sy. As for my poor mother, it is not the loss of fortune that will wound her,--depend on it, she thinks very little of that,--it is the loss of your confidence."
"My confidence!"
"Ah, yes! tell her all your fears, as your hopes. Do not let your affectionate pity exclude her from one corner of your heart."
"It is that, it is that, Austin,--my husband--my joy--my pride--my soul--my all!" cried a soft, broken voice.
My mother had crept in, un.o.bserved by us.
My father looked at us both, and the tears which had before stood in his eyes forced their way. Then opening his arms, into which his Kitty threw herself joyfully, he lifted those moist eyes upward, and by the movement of his lips I saw that he thanked G.o.d.
I stole out of the room. I felt that those two hearts should be left to beat and to blend alone. And from that hour I am convinced that Augustine Caxton acquired a stouter philosophy than that of the Stoics.
The fort.i.tude that concealed pain was no longer needed, for the pain was no longer felt.
CHAPTER V.
Mr. Squills and I performed our journey without adventure, and as we were not alone on the coach, with little conversation. We put up at a small inn in the City, and the next morning I sallied forth to see Trevanion; for we agreed that he would be the best person to advise us. But on arriving at St. James's Square I had the disappointment of hearing that the whole family had gone to Paris three days before, and were not expected to return till the meeting of Parliament.
This was a sad discouragement, for I had counted much on Trevanion's clear head and that extraordinary range of accomplishment in all matters of business--all that related to practical life--which my old patron pre-eminently possessed. The next thing would be to find Trevanion's lawyer (for Trevanion was one of those men whose solicitors are sure to be able and active). But the fact was that he left so little to lawyers that he had never had occasion to communicate with one since I had known him, and I was therefore in ignorance of the very name of his solicitor; nor could the porter, who was left in charge of the house, enlighten me.
Luckily, I bethought myself of Sir Sedley Beaudesert, who could scarcely fail to give me the information required, and who, at all events, might recommend to me some other lawyer. So to him I went.
I found Sir Sedley at breakfast with a young gentleman who seemed about twenty. The good baronet was delighted to see me; but I thought it was with a little confusion, rare to his cordial ease, that he presented me to his cousin, Lord Castleton. It was a name familiar to me, though I had never before met its patrician owner.
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