"HE MUST MARRY HER."
On the day following that on which Mr. Neefit made his journey to the
Moonbeam, Sir Thomas Underwood was at his chambers in London. It was
now eight weeks since his bone had been broken, and though he still
carried his arm in a sling, he declared of himself that he was able
to go about as usual;--which assertion was taken at the villa as
meaning that he was now able to live in Southampton Buildings without
further assistance from women. When Patience reminded him, with
tears in her eyes, that he could not as yet put on his own coat,
he reminded her that Stemm was the most careful of men. Up to
London he went with a full understanding that he was not at any
rate to be expected home on that night. He had business on hand of
great importance, which, as he declared, made his presence in town
imperative. Mr. Trigger, from Percycross, was to be up with reference
to the pestilent petition which had been presented against the
return of Griffenbottom and himself. Moggs had petitioned on his own
behalf, and two of the Liberals of the borough had also petitioned
in the interest of Mr. Westmacott. The two Liberal parties who
had quarrelled during the contest had now again joined forces in
reference to the petition, and there was no doubt that the matter
would go on before the judge. Mr. Trigger was coming up to London
with reference to the defence. Sir Thomas gave Stemm to understand
that Mr. Trigger would call at one o'clock.
Exactly at one o'clock the bell was rung at Sir Thomas's outside
door, and Stemm was on the alert to give entrance to Mr. Trigger.
When the door was opened who should present himself but our
unfortunate friend Neefit. He humbly asked whether Sir Thomas was
within, and received a reply which, as coming from Stemm, was
courteous in the extreme. "Mr. Trigger, I suppose;--walk in, Mr.
Trigger." Neefit, not at all understanding why he was called Trigger,
did walk in. Stemm, opening the door of his master's sanctum,
announced Mr. Trigger. Neefit advanced into the middle of the room.
Sir Thomas, with some solicitude as to the adjustment of his arm,
rose to greet his agent from Percy cross. "This isn't Mr. Trigger,"
said Sir Thomas. "He told me he was, anyhow," said Stemm, "I didn't
tell you nothing of the kind," said Neefit. "But you come from
Percycross?" said Sir Thomas. "No I don't; I comes from Conduit
Street," said Neefit. "You must go away," said Stemm, leaving the
door open, and advancing into the room as though to turn the enemy's
flank.
But Neefit, having made good his point so far, did not intend to be
dislodged without a struggle on his own part. "I've something to say
to Sir Thomas about Mr. Newton, as I wants to say very particular."
"You can't say it now," said Stemm. "Oh, but I can," said Neefit,
"and it won't take three minutes." "Wouldn't another day do for
it, as I am particularly busy now?" pleaded Sir Thomas. "Well, Sir
Thomas;--to tell the truth, it wouldn't," said Mr. Neefit, standing
his ground. Then there came another ring at the bell. "Ask Mr.
Trigger to sit down in the other room for two minutes, Stemm," said
Sir Thomas. And so Mr. Neefit had carried his point. "And now, sir,"
said Sir Thomas, "as I am particularly engaged, I will ask you to be
as quick as possible."
"My name is Neefit," began the breeches-maker,--and then paused.
Sir Thomas, who had heard the name from Ralph, but had forgotten
it altogether, merely bowed his head. "I am the breeches-maker of
Conduit Street," continued Mr. Neefit, with a proud conviction that
he too had ascended so high in his calling as to be justified in
presuming that he was known to mankind. Sir Thomas again bowed.
Neefit went on with his story. "Mr. Newton is a-going to behave to me
very bad."
"If he owes you money, he can pay you now," said Sir Thomas.
"He do owe me money;--a thousand pound he owe me."
"A thousand pounds for breeches!"
"No, Sir Thomas. It's most for money lent; but it's not along of that
as I'd trouble you. I know how to get my money, or to put up with the
loss if I don't. A thousand pound ain't here nor there,--not in what
I've got to say. I wouldn't demean myself to ring at your bell, Sir
Thomas;--not in the way of looking for a thousand pounds."
"In God's name, then, what is it? Pray be quick."
"He's going back from his word as he's promised to my daughter.
That's what it is." As Neefit paused again, Sir Thomas remembered
Ralph's proposition, made in his difficulties, as to marrying a
tradesman's daughter for money, and at once fell to the conclusion
that Mr. and Miss Neefit had been ill-used. "Sir Thomas," continued
the breeches-maker, "I've been as good as a father to him. I gave him
money when nobody else wouldn't."
"Do you mean that he has had money from you?"
"Yes; in course he has; ever so much. I paid for him a lot of money
to 'Orsball, where he 'unts. Money! I should think so. Didn't I pay
Moggs for him, the bootmaker? The very money as is rattling in his
pocket now is my money."
"And he engaged himself to your daughter?"
"He engaged hisself to me to marry her. He won't say no otherwise
himself. And he asked her twice. Why, Sir Thomas, he was all on the
square about it till the old gentleman broke his neck. He hadn't
nowhere else to go to for a shilling. But now the estate's come in
like, he's for behaving dishonourable. He don't know me yet; that's
what he don't. But I'll make him know me, Sir Thomas."
Then the door was opened, and Stemm's head appeared. "Mr. Trigger
says as he's in the greatest possible haste, Sir Thomas." The reader,
however, may as well be informed that this was pure invention on the
part of Mr. Stemm.
Sir Thomas tore his hair and rubbed his face. He couldn't bid Neefit
to call again, as he certainly did not desire to have a second visit.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Neefit? I have no doubt the money will be
paid, if owing. I will guarantee that for you."
"It ain't the money. I knows how to get my money."
"Then what can I do for you?"
"Make him go upon the square, Sir Thomas."
"How can I make him? He's twenty-six years old, and he's nothing to
me. I don't think he should marry the young lady. He's not in her
rank of life. If he has done her an injury, he must pay for it."
"Injury!" shouted Neefit, upon whose mind the word produced an
unintended idea. "No, no! Our Polly ain't like that. By G----, I'd
eat him, if it was that way! There ain't a duchess in the land as 'd
've guv' him his answer more ready than Polly had he ever spoke to
her that way."
"If he has given rise to hopes which through him will be
disappointed," said Sir Thomas, gravely, "he is bound to make what
compensation may be in his power."
"Compensation be d----!" said Neefit. "He must marry her."
"I don't think he will do that."
"You didn't think he would take my money, I suppose; but he did.
You didn't think he'd come and spend his Sundays out at my cottage,
but he did. You didn't think as he'd come after our Polly down to
Ramsgate, but he did. You didn't think as he'd give me his word to
make her his wife, but he did." At every assertion that he made, the
breeches-maker bobbed forward his bullet head, stretched open his
eyes, and stuck out his under lip. During all this excited energy,
he was not a man pleasant to the eye. "And now how is it to be, Sir
Thomas? That's what I want to know."
"Mr. Newton is nothing to me, Mr. Neefit."
"Oh;--that's all. Nothing to you, ain't he? Wasn't he brought up by
you just as a son like? And now he ain't nothing to you! Do you mean
to say as he didn't ought to marry my girl?"
"I think he ought not to marry her."
"Not arter his promise?"
Sir Thomas was driven very hard, whereas had the sly old
breeches-maker told all his story, there would have been no
difficulty at all. "I think such a marriage would lead to the
happiness of neither party. If an injury has been done,--as I fear
may be too probable,--I will advise my young friend to make any
reparation in his power--short of marriage. I can say nothing
further, Mr. Neefit."
"And that's your idea of being on the square, Sir Thomas?"
"I can say nothing further, Mr. Neefit. As I have an appointment
made, I must ask you to leave me." As Sir Thomas said this, his hand
was upon the bell.
"Very well;--very well. As sure as my name's Neefit, he shall hear of
me. And so shall you, Sir Thomas. Don't you be poking at me in that
way, old fellow. I don't choose to be poked at." These last words
were addressed to Stemm, who had entered the room, and was holding
the door open for Mr. Neefit's exit with something more than the
energy customary in speeding a parting guest. Mr. Neefit, however,
did take his departure, and Sir Thomas joined Mr. Trigger in the
other room.
We will not be present at that interview. Sir Thomas had been in a
great hurry to get rid of Mr. Neefit, but it may be doubted whether
he found Mr. Trigger much better company. Mr. Trigger's business
chiefly consisted in asking Sir Thomas for a considerable sum of
money, and in explaining to him that the petition would certainly
cost a large sum beyond this,--unless the expenses could be saddled
on Westmacott and Moggs, as to which result Mr. Trigger seemed
to have considerable doubt. But perhaps the bitterest part of Mr.
Trigger's communication consisted in the expression of his opinion
that Mr. Griffenbottom should be held by Sir Thomas free from any
expense as to the petition, on the ground that Griffenbottom, had he
stood alone, would certainly have carried one of the seats without
any fear of a petition. "I don't think I can undertake that, Mr.
Trigger," said Sir Thomas. Mr. Trigger simply shrugged his shoulders.
Sir Thomas, when he was alone, was very uncomfortable. While at
Percycross he had extracted from Patience an idea that Ralph the heir
and Clarissa were attached to each other, and he had very strongly
declared that he would not admit an engagement between them. At that
time Ralph was supposed to have sold his inheritance, and did not
stand well in Sir Thomas's eyes. Then had come the Squire's death and
the altered position of his late ward. Sir Thomas would be injured,
would be made subject to unjust reproach if it were thought of him
that he would be willing to give his daughter to a young man simply
because that young man owned an estate. He had no such sordid feeling
in regard to his girls. But he did feel that all that had occurred
at Newton had made a great difference. Ralph would now live at the
Priory, and there would be enough even for his extravagance. Should
the Squire of Newton ask him for his girl's hand with that girl's
consent, he thought that he could hardly refuse it. How could he ask
Clarissa to abandon so much seeming happiness because the man had
failed to keep out of debt upon a small income? He could not do so.
And then it came to pass that he was prepared to admit Ralph as a
suitor to his child should Ralph renew his request to that effect.
They had all loved the lad as a boy, and the property was wholly
unencumbered. Of course he said nothing to Clarissa; but should Ralph
come to him there could be but one answer. Such had been the state of
his mind before Mr. Neefit's visit.
But the breeches-maker's tale had altered the aspect of things very
greatly. Under no circumstances could Sir Thomas recommend the young
Squire to marry the daughter of the man who had been with him; but if
Ralph Newton had really engaged himself to this girl, and had done
so with the purport of borrowing money from the father, that might
be a reason why, notwithstanding the splendour of his prospects, he
should not be admitted to further intimacy at the villa. To borrow
money from one's tradesman was, in the eyes of Sir Thomas, about
as inexcusable an offence as a young man could commit. He was too
much disturbed in mind to go home on the following day, but on the
Thursday he returned to the villa. The following Sunday would be
Christmas Day.