CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

THE ONE HALF-CROWN--MERIT IN PATIENCE--CEMENTER OF FRIENDSHIP--DREADFUL

PERPLEXITY--THE USUAL GUTTURAL--ARMENIAN LETTERS--PURE HELPLESSNESS

One morning on getting up I discovered that my whole worldly wealth was

reduced to one half-crown--throughout that day I walked about in

considerable distress of mind; it was now requisite that I should come to

a speedy decision with respect to what I was to do; I had not many

alternatives, and, before I had retired to rest on the night of the day

in question, I had determined that I could do no better than accept the

first proposal of the Armenian, and translate under his superintendence

the Haik Esop into English.

I reflected, for I made a virtue of necessity, that, after all, such an

employment would be an honest and honourable one; honest, inasmuch as by

engaging in it I should do harm to nobody; honourable, inasmuch as it was

a literary task, which not everyone was capable of executing. It was not

everyone of the booksellers' writers of London who was competent to

translate the Haik Esop. I determined to accept the offer of the

Armenian.

Once or twice the thought of what I might have to undergo in the

translation from certain peculiarities of the Armenian's temper almost

unsettled me; but a mechanical diving of my hand into my pocket, and the

feeling of the solitary half-crown, confirmed me; after all, this was a

life of trial and tribulation, and I had read somewhere or other that

there was much merit in patience, so I determined to hold fast in my

resolution of accepting the offer of the Armenian.

But all of a sudden I remembered that the Armenian appeared to have

altered his intentions towards me: he appeared no longer desirous that I

should render the Haik Esop into English for the benefit of the

stock-jobbers on Exchange, but rather that I should acquire the rudiments

of doing business in the Armenian fashion, and accumulate a fortune,

which would enable me to make a figure upon 'Change with the best of the

stock-jobbers. 'Well,' thought I, withdrawing my hand from my pocket,

whither it had again mechanically dived, 'after all, what would the

world, what would this city, be without commerce? I believe the world,

and particularly this city, would cut a very poor figure without

commerce; and then there is something poetical in the idea of doing

business after the Armenian fashion, dealing with dark-faced Lascars and

Rabbins of the Sephardim. Yes, should the Armenian insist upon it, I

will accept a seat at the desk, opposite the Moldavian clerk. I do not

like the idea of cuffs similar to those the Armenian bestowed upon the

Moldavian clerk; whatever merit there may be in patience, I do not think

that my estimation of the merit of patience would be sufficient to induce

me to remain quietly sitting under the infliction of cuffs. I think I

should, in the event of his cuffing me, knock the Armenian down. Well, I

think I have heard it said somewhere, that a knock-down blow is a great

cementer of friendship; I think I have heard of two people being better

friends than ever after the one had received from the other a knock-down

blow.'

That night I dreamed I had acquired a colossal fortune, some four hundred

thousand pounds, by the Armenian way of doing business, but suddenly

awoke in dreadful perplexity as to how I should dispose of it.

About nine o'clock next morning I set off to the house of the Armenian; I

had never called upon him so early before, and certainly never with a

heart beating with so much eagerness; but the situation of my affairs had

become very critical, and I thought that I ought to lose no time in

informing the Armenian that I was at length perfectly willing either to

translate the Haik Esop under his superintendence, or to accept a seat at

the desk opposite to the Moldavian clerk, and acquire the secrets of

Armenian commerce. With a quick step I entered the counting-room, where,

notwithstanding the earliness of the hour, I found the clerk, busied as

usual at his desk.

He had always appeared to me a singular being, this same Moldavian clerk.

A person of fewer words could scarcely be conceived: provided his master

were at home, he would, on my inquiring, nod his head; and, provided he

were not, he would invariably reply with the monosyllable No, delivered

in a strange guttural tone. On the present occasion, being full of

eagerness and impatience, I was about to pass by him to the apartment

above, without my usual inquiry, when he lifted his head from the ledger

in which he was writing, and, laying down his pen, motioned to me with

his forefinger, as if to arrest my progress; whereupon I stopped, and,

with a palpitating heart, demanded whether the master of the house was at

home. The Moldavian clerk replied with his usual guttural, and, opening

his desk, ensconced his head therein.

'It does not much matter,' said I; 'I suppose I shall find him at home

after 'Change; it does not much matter, I can return.'

I was turning away with the intention of leaving the room; at this

moment, however, the head of the Moldavian clerk became visible, and I

observed a letter in his hand, which he had inserted in the desk at the

same time with his head; this he extended towards me, making at the same

time a sidelong motion with his head, as much as to say that it contained

something which interested me.

I took the letter, and the Moldavian clerk forthwith resumed his

occupation. The back of the letter bore my name, written in Armenian

characters; with a trembling hand I broke the seal, and, unfolding the

letter, I beheld several lines also written in the letters of Mesroub,

the Cadmus of the Armenians.

I stared at the lines, and at first could not make out a syllable of

their meaning; at last, however, by continued staring, I discovered that,

though the letters were Armenian, the words were English; in about ten

minutes I had contrived to decipher the sense of the letter; it ran

somewhat in this style:--

'MY DEAR FRIEND--The words which you uttered in our last conversation

have made a profound impression upon me; I have thought them over day

and night, and have come to the conclusion that it is my bounden duty

to attack the Persians. When these lines are delivered to you, I

shall be on the route to Ararat. A mercantile speculation will be to

the world the ostensible motive of my journey, and it is singular

enough that one which offers considerable prospect of advantage has

just presented itself on the confines of Persia. Think not, however,

that motives of lucre would have been sufficiently powerful to tempt

me to the East at the present moment. I may speculate, it is true,

but I should scarcely have undertaken the journey but for your

pungent words inciting me to attack the Persians. Doubt not that I

will attack them on the first opportunity. I thank you heartily for

putting me in mind of my duty. I have hitherto, to use your own

words, been too fond of money-getting, like all my countrymen. I am

much indebted to you; farewell! and may every prosperity await you.'

For some time after I had deciphered the epistle, I stood as if rooted to

the floor. I felt stunned--my last hope was gone; presently a feeling

arose in my mind--a feeling of self-reproach. Whom had I to blame but

myself for the departure of the Armenian? Would he have ever thought of

attacking the Persians had I not put the idea into his head? he had told

me in his epistle that he was indebted to me for the idea. But for that,

he might at the present moment have been in London, increasing his

fortune by his usual methods, and I might be commencing under his

auspices the translation of the Haik Esop, with the promise, no doubt, of

a considerable remuneration for my trouble; or I might be taking a seat

opposite the Moldavian clerk, and imbibing the first rudiments of doing

business after the Armenian fashion, with the comfortable hope of

realising, in a short time, a fortune of three or four hundred thousand

pounds; but the Armenian was now gone, and farewell to the fine hopes I

had founded upon him the day before. What was I to do? I looked wildly

around, till my eyes rested on the Moldavian clerk, who was writing away

in his ledger with particular vehemence. Not knowing well what to do or

to say, I thought I might as well ask the Moldavian clerk when the

Armenian had departed, and when he thought that he would return. It is

true it mattered little to me when he departed, seeing that he was gone,

and it was evident that he would not be back soon; but I knew not what to

do, and in pure helplessness thought I might as well ask; so I went up to

the Moldavian clerk, and asked him when the Armenian had departed, and

whether he had been gone two days or three. Whereupon the Moldavian

clerk, looking up from his ledger, made certain signs, which I could by

no means understand. I stood astonished, but, presently recovering

myself, inquired when he considered it probable that the master would

return, and whether he thought it would be two months or--my tongue

faltered--two years; whereupon the Moldavian clerk made more signs than

before, and yet more unintelligible; as I persisted, however, he flung

down his pen, and, putting his thumb into his mouth, moved it rapidly,

causing the nail to sound against the lower jaw; whereupon I saw that he

was dumb, and hurried away, for I had always entertained a horror of dumb

people, having once heard my mother say, when I was a child, that dumb

people were half demoniacs, or little better.

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