Dombey and Son by Charles Dickens (ebook reader 7 inch .txt) 📖

came to these two words; and when he uttered them, all his confidence and cheerfulness appeared to have deserted him.

‘I thought, before Miss Dombey stopped me when I spoke of her father last night,’ said Walter, ‘—you remember how?’

The Captain well remembered, and shook his head.

‘I thought,’ said Walter, ‘before that, that we had but one hard duty to perform, and that it was, to prevail upon her to communicate with her friends, and to return home.’

The Captain muttered a feeble ‘Awast!’ or a ‘Stand by!’ or something or other, equally pertinent to the occasion; but it was rendered so extremely feeble by the total discomfiture with which he received this announcement, that what it was, is mere matter of conjecture.

‘But,’ said Walter, ‘that is over. I think so, no longer. I would sooner be put back again upon that piece of wreck, on which I have so often floated, since my preservation, in my dreams, and there left to drift, and drive, and die!’

‘Hooroar, my lad!’ exclaimed the Captain, in a burst of uncontrollable satisfaction. ‘Hooroar! hooroar! hooroar!’

‘To think that she, so young, so good, and beautiful,’ said Walter, ‘so delicately brought up, and born to such a different fortune, should strive with the rough world! But we have seen the gulf that cuts off all behind her, though no one but herself can know how deep it is; and there is no return.’

Captain Cuttle, without quite understanding this, greatly approved of it, and observed in a tone of strong corroboration, that the wind was quite abaft.

‘She ought not to be alone here; ought she, Captain Cuttle?’ said Walter, anxiously.

‘Well, my lad,’ replied the Captain, after a little sagacious consideration. ‘I don’t know. You being here to keep her company, you see, and you two being jintly—’

‘Dear Captain Cuttle!’ remonstrated Walter. ‘I being here! Miss Dombey, in her guileless innocent heart, regards me as her adopted brother; but what would the guile and guilt of my heart be, if I pretended to believe that I had any right to approach her, familiarly, in that character—if I pretended to forget that I am bound, in honour, not to do it?’

‘Wal’r, my lad,’ hinted the Captain, with some revival of his discomfiture, ‘ain’t there no other character as—’

‘Oh!’ returned Walter, ‘would you have me die in her esteem—in such esteem as hers—and put a veil between myself and her angel’s face for ever, by taking advantage of her being here for refuge, so trusting and so unprotected, to endeavour to exalt myself into her lover? What do I say? There is no one in the world who would be more opposed to me if I could do so, than you.’

‘Wal’r, my lad,’ said the Captain, drooping more and more, ‘prowiding as there is any just cause or impediment why two persons should not be jined together in the house of bondage, for which you’ll overhaul the place and make a note, I hope I should declare it as promised and wowed in the banns. So there ain’t no other character; ain’t there, my lad?’

Walter briskly waved his hand in the negative.

‘Well, my lad,’ growled the Captain slowly, ‘I won’t deny but what I find myself wery much down by the head, along o’ this here, or but what I’ve gone clean about. But as to Lady lass, Wal’r, mind you, wot’s respect and duty to her, is respect and duty in my articles, howsumever disapinting; and therefore I follows in your wake, my lad, and feel as you are, no doubt, acting up to yourself. And there ain’t no other character, ain’t there?’ said the Captain, musing over the ruins of his fallen castle, with a very despondent face.

‘Now, Captain Cuttle,’ said Walter, starting a fresh point with a gayer air, to cheer the Captain up—but nothing could do that; he was too much concerned—‘I think we should exert ourselves to find someone who would be a proper attendant for Miss Dombey while she remains here, and who may be trusted. None of her relations may. It’s clear Miss Dombey feels that they are all subservient to her father. What has become of Susan?’

‘The young woman?’ returned the Captain. ‘It’s my belief as she was sent away again the will of Heart’s Delight. I made a signal for her when Lady lass first come, and she rated of her wery high, and said she had been gone a long time.’

‘Then,’ said Walter, ‘do you ask Miss Dombey where she’s gone, and we’ll try to find her. The morning’s getting on, and Miss Dombey will soon be rising. You are her best friend. Wait for her upstairs, and leave me to take care of all down here.’

The Captain, very crest-fallen indeed, echoed the sigh with which Walter said this, and complied. Florence was delighted with her new room, anxious to see Walter, and overjoyed at the prospect of greeting her old friend Susan. But Florence could not say where Susan was gone, except that it was in Essex, and no one could say, she remembered, unless it were Mr Toots.

With this information the melancholy Captain returned to Walter, and gave him to understand that Mr Toots was the young gentleman whom he had encountered on the door-step, and that he was a friend of his, and that he was a young gentleman of property, and that he hopelessly adored Miss Dombey. The Captain also related how the intelligence of Walter’s supposed fate had first made him acquainted with Mr Toots, and how there was solemn treaty and compact between them, that Mr Toots should be mute upon the subject of his love.

The question then was, whether Florence could trust Mr Toots; and Florence saying, with a smile, ‘Oh, yes, with her whole heart!’ it became important to find out where Mr Toots lived. This, Florence didn’t know, and the Captain had forgotten; and the Captain was telling Walter, in the little parlour, that Mr Toots was sure to be there soon, when in came Mr Toots himself.

‘Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots, rushing into the parlour without any ceremony, ‘I’m in a state of mind bordering on distraction!’

Mr Toots had discharged those words, as from a mortar, before he observed Walter, whom he recognised with what may be described as a chuckle of misery.

‘You’ll excuse me, Sir,’ said Mr Toots, holding his forehead, ‘but I’m at present in that state that my brain is going, if not gone, and anything approaching to politeness in an individual so situated would be a hollow mockery. Captain Gills, I beg to request the favour of a private interview.’

‘Why, Brother,’ returned the Captain, taking him by the hand, ‘you are the man as we was on the look-out for.’

‘Oh, Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots, ‘what a look-out that must be, of which I am the object! I haven’t dared to shave, I’m in that rash state. I haven’t had my clothes brushed. My hair is matted together. I told the Chicken that if he offered to clean my boots, I’d stretch him a Corpse before me!’

All these indications of a disordered mind were verified in Mr Toots’s appearance, which was wild and savage.

‘See here, Brother,’ said the Captain. ‘This here’s old Sol Gills’s nevy Wal’r. Him as was supposed to have perished at sea.’

Mr Toots took his hand from his forehead, and stared at Walter.

‘Good gracious me!’ stammered Mr Toots. ‘What a complication of misery! How-de-do? I—I—I’m afraid you must have got very wet. Captain Gills, will you allow me a word in the shop?’

He took the Captain by the coat, and going out with him whispered:

‘That then, Captain Gills, is the party you spoke of, when you said that he and Miss Dombey were made for one another?’

‘Why, ay, my lad,’ replied the disconsolate Captain; ‘I was of that mind once.’

‘And at this time!’ exclaimed Mr Toots, with his hand to his forehead again. ‘Of all others!—a hated rival! At least, he ain’t a hated rival,’ said Mr Toots, stopping short, on second thoughts, and taking away his hand; ‘what should I hate him for? No. If my affection has been truly disinterested, Captain Gills, let me prove it now!’

Mr Toots shot back abruptly into the parlour, and said, wringing Walter by the hand:

‘How-de-do? I hope you didn’t take any cold. I—I shall be very glad if you’ll give me the pleasure of your acquaintance. I wish you many happy returns of the day. Upon my word and honour,’ said Mr Toots, warming as he became better acquainted with Walter’s face and figure, ‘I’m very glad to see you!’

‘Thank you, heartily,’ said Walter. ‘I couldn’t desire a more genuine and genial welcome.’

‘Couldn’t you, though?’ said Mr Toots, still shaking his hand. ‘It’s very kind of you. I’m much obliged to you. How-de-do? I hope you left everybody quite well over the—that is, upon the—I mean wherever you came from last, you know.’

All these good wishes, and better intentions, Walter responded to manfully.

‘Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots, ‘I should wish to be strictly honourable; but I trust I may be allowed now, to allude to a certain subject that—’

‘Ay, ay, my lad,’ returned the Captain. ‘Freely, freely.’

‘Then, Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots, ‘and Lieutenant Walters—are you aware that the most dreadful circumstances have been happening at Mr Dombey’s house, and that Miss Dombey herself has left her father, who, in my opinion,’ said Mr Toots, with great excitement, ‘is a Brute, that it would be a flattery to call a—a marble monument, or a bird of prey,—and that she is not to be found, and has gone no one knows where?’

‘May I ask how you heard this?’ inquired Walter.

‘Lieutenant Walters,’ said Mr Toots, who had arrived at that appellation by a process peculiar to himself; probably by jumbling up his Christian name with the seafaring profession, and supposing some relationship between him and the Captain, which would extend, as a matter of course, to their titles; ‘Lieutenant Walters, I can have no objection to make a straightforward reply. The fact is, that feeling extremely interested in everything that relates to Miss Dombey—not for any selfish reason, Lieutenant Walters, for I am well aware that the most able thing I could do for all parties would be to put an end to my existence, which can only be regarded as an inconvenience—I have been in the habit of bestowing a trifle now and then upon a footman; a most respectable young man, of the name of Towlinson, who has lived in the family some time; and Towlinson informed me, yesterday evening, that this was the state of things. Since which, Captain Gills—and Lieutenant Walters—I have been perfectly frantic, and have been lying down on the sofa all night, the Ruin you behold.’

‘Mr Toots,’ said Walter, ‘I am happy to be able to relieve your mind. Pray calm yourself. Miss Dombey is safe and well.’

‘Sir!’ cried Mr Toots, starting from his chair and shaking hands with him anew, ‘the relief is so excessive, and unspeakable, that if you were to tell me now that Miss Dombey was married even, I could smile. Yes, Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots, appealing to him, ‘upon my soul and body, I really think, whatever I might do to myself immediately afterwards, that I could smile, I am so relieved.’

‘It will be a greater relief and delight still, to such a generous mind as yours,’ said Walter, not at all slow in returning his greeting, ‘to find that you can render service to Miss Dombey. Captain Cuttle, will you have the kindness to take Mr Toots upstairs?’

The Captain beckoned to Mr Toots, who followed him with a bewildered countenance, and, ascending to the top of the house, was introduced, without a word of preparation from his conductor, into Florence’s new retreat.

Poor Mr Toots’s amazement and pleasure at sight of her were such, that they could find a vent in nothing but extravagance. He ran up to her, seized her hand, kissed it, dropped it,