Reginald Cruden Part 34
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"'I tell you I have no letter,' replied Durfy again.
"'Very well, then, Cruden, perhaps you will kindly fetch a policeman.'
"I started to go, but Durfy broke out, this time in tones of sincere terror,--
"'Don't do that, don't ruin me! I did take it, but--'
"'Give it to me then.'
"'I can't. I've eaten it!'
"Wasn't this a thunderbolt! How were we to prove whose the letter was?
Wild thoughts of a stomach-pump, or soap and warm water, did flash through my mind, but what was the use? The fellow had done us after all, and we had to admit it.
"No one stopped him as he went to the door, half scowling, half grinning.
"'Good morning, gentlemen!' said he. 'I hope you'll get a better night's rest to-morrow. I promise not to disturb you,' (here followed a few oaths). 'But I'll pay you out, some of you--Crudens, Reginalds, sneaks, prigs--all of you!'
"With which neat peroration he took his leave, and the _Rocket_ has not seen him since.
"Here's a long screed! I must pull up now.
"Mother's not very well, she's fretting, I'm afraid, and her eyes trouble her. I can't say we shall be sorry when Christmas comes, for try all we can, we're in debt at one or two of the shops. I know you'll hate to hear it, but it's simply unavoidable on our present means. I wish I could come down and see you; but for one thing, I can't afford it, and for another, I can't leave mother. Mrs Shuckleford is really very kind, though she's not a congenial spirit.
"Young Gedge and I see plenty of one another: he's joined our shorthand cla.s.s, and is going in for a little steady work all round. He owes you a lot for befriending him at the time you did, and he's not forgotten it. I promised to send you his love next time I wrote. Harker will be in town next week, which will be jolly. I've never seen Bland since I called to pay the 6 s.h.i.+llings 6 pence. I fancy he's got into rather a fast lot, and is making a fool of himself, which is a pity.
"You tell us very little about your Corporation; I hope it is going on all right. I wish to goodness you were back in town. I never was in love with the concern, as you know, and at the risk of putting you in a rage, I can't help saying it's a pity we couldn't all have stayed together just now. Forgive this growl, old man.
"Your affectionate brother,--
"Horace.
"Wednesday, 'd.w.t.' day. To our surprise and trepidation, neither the 'Day in a Sub-Sub-editor's Life' nor 'Early Rising' were among the papers given out to-day to be 'declined with thanks.' Granville may have put them into the fire as not even worth returning, or he may actually--_O mirabile dictu_--be going to put us into print?"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
VISITORS AT NUMBER 13, SHY STREET.
The concluding sentences of Horace's long letter, particularly those which referred to his mother's poor health and the straitened circ.u.mstances of the little household, were sufficiently unwelcome to eclipse in Reginald's mind the other exciting news the letter had contained. They brought on a fit of the blues which lasted more than one day.
For now that he had neither companion nor occupation (for the business of the Select Agency Corporation had fallen off completely) there was nothing to prevent his indulgence in low spirits.
He began to chafe at his imprisonment, and still more at his helplessness even were he at liberty to do anything. Christmas was still a fortnight off, and till then what could he do on thirteen s.h.i.+llings a week? He might cut down his commissariat certainly, to, say, a s.h.i.+lling a day, and send home the rest. But then, what about coals and postage-stamps and other incidental expenses, which had to be met in Mr Medlock's absence out of his own pocket? The weather was very cold--he could hardly do without coals, and he was bound in the interests of the Corporation to keep stamps enough in the place to cover the necessary correspondence.
When all was said, two s.h.i.+llings seemed to be the utmost he could save out of his weekly pittance, and this he sent home by the very next post, with a long, would-be cheerful, but really dismal letter, stoutly denying that he was either miserable or disappointed with his new work, and antic.i.p.ating with pleasure the possibility of being able to run up at Christmas and bring with him the welcome funds which would clear the family of debt and give it a good start for the New Year.
When he had finished his letter home he wrote to Mr Medlock, very respectfully suggesting that as he had been working pretty hard and for the last few days single-handed, Mr Medlock might not object to advance him at any rate part of the salary due in a fortnight, as he was rather in need of money. And he ventured to ask, as Christmas Day fell on a Thursday, and no business was likely to be done between that day and the following Monday, might he take the _two_ or three days' holiday, undertaking, of course, to be back at his post on the Monday morning?
He enclosed a few post-office orders which had come to hand since he last wrote, and hoped he should soon have the pleasure of seeing Mr Medlock--"or anybody," he added to himself as he closed the letter and looked wearily round the gaunt, empty room.
Now, if Reginald had been a believer in fairies he would hardly have started as much as he did when, almost as the words escaped his lips, the door opened, and a female marched into the room.
A little prim female it was, with stiff curls down on her forehead and a very sharp nose and very thin lips and fidgety fingers that seemed not to know whether to cling to one another for support or fly at the countenance of somebody else.
This formidable visitor spared Reginald the trouble of inquiring to what fortunate circ.u.mstance he was indebted for the honour of so unlooked-for a visit.
"Now, sir!" said she, panting a little, after her ascent of the stairs, but very emphatic, all the same.
The observation was not one which left much scope for argument, and Reginald did not exactly know what to reply. At last, however, he summoned up resolution enough to say politely,--
"Now, madam, can I be of any service?"
Inoffensive as the observation was, it had the effect of greatly irritating the lady.
"None of your sauce, young gentleman," said she, putting down her bag and umbrella, and folding her arms defiantly. "I've not come here to take any of your impertinence."
Reginald's impertinence! He had never been rude to a lady in all his life except once, and the penance he had paid for that sin had been bitter enough, as the reader can testify.
"You needn't pretend not to know what I've come here for," continued the lady, taking a hasty glance round the room, as if mentally calculating from what door or window her victim would be most likely to attempt to escape.
"Perhaps she's Love's mother!" gasped Reginald, to himself.--"Oh, but what a Venus!"
This cla.s.sical reflection he prudently kept to himself, and waited for his visitor to explain her errand further.
"You know who I am," she said, walking up to him.
"No, indeed," said Reginald, hardly liking to retreat, but not quite comfortable to be standing still. "Unless--unless your name is Love."
"Love!" screamed the outraged "Venus."
"I'll Love you, young gentleman, before I've done with you. Love, indeed, you impudent sauce-box, you!"
"I beg your pardon," began Reginald.
"Love, indeed! I'd like to scratch you, so I would!" cried the lady, with a gesture so ominously like suiting the action to the word, that Reginald fairly deserted his post and retreated two full paces.
This was getting critical. Either the lady was mad, or she had mistaken Reginald for some one else. In either case he felt utterly powerless to deal with the difficulty. So like a prudent man he decided to hold his tongue and let the lady explain herself.
"Love, indeed!" said she, for the third time. "You saucy jackanapes, you. No, sir, my name's Wrigley!"
She evidently supposed this announcement would fall like a thunderbolt on the head of her victim, and it disconcerted her not a little when he merely raised his eyebrows and inclined his head politely.
"Now do you know what I'm come about?" said she.
"No," replied he.
"Yes you do. You needn't think to deceive me, sir. It won't do, I can tell you."
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