Part 15 (1/2)

”I am sure,” said Mrs. Copperas, with a disdainful toss of the head, ”I know nothing about the young man. He has left us; a very mysterious piece of business indeed, Mr. Brown; and now I think of it, I can't help saying that we were by no means pleased with your introduction: and, by the by, the chairs you bought for us at the sale were a mere take-in, so slight that Mr. Walruss broke two of them by only sitting down.”

”Indeed, ma'am?” said Mr. Brown, with expostulating gravity; ”but then Mr. Walruss is so very corpulent. But the young gentleman, what of him?”

continued the broker, artfully turning from the point in dispute.

”Lord, Mr. Brown, don't ask me: it was the unluckiest step we ever made to admit him into the bosom of our family; quite a viper, I a.s.sure you; absolutely robbed poor Adolphus.”

”Lord help us!” said Mr. Brown, with a look which ”cast a browner horror” o'er the room, ”who would have thought it? and such a pretty young man!”

”Well,” said Mr. Copperas, who, occupied in finis.h.i.+ng the b.u.t.tered cake, had hitherto kept silence, ”I must be off. Tom--I mean de Warens--have you stopped the coach?”

”Yees, sir.”

”And what coach is it?”

”It be the Swallow, sir.”

”Oh, very well. And now, Mr. Brown, having swallowed in the roll, I will e'en roll in the Swallow--Ha, ha, ha!--At any rate,” thought Mr.

Copperas, as he descended the stairs, ”he has not heard that before.”

”Ha, ha!” gravely chuckled Mr. Brown, ”what a very facetious, lively gentleman Mr. Copperas is. But touching this ungrateful young man, Mr.

Linden, ma'am?”

”Oh, don't tease me, Mr. Brown, I must see after my domestics: ask Mr.

Talbot, the old miser in the next house, the havarr, as the French say.”

”Well, now,” said Mr. Brown, following the good lady down stairs, ”how distressing for me! and to say that he was Mrs. Minden's nephew, too!”

But Mr. Brown's curiosity was not so easily satisfied, and finding Mr.

de Warens leaning over the ”front” gate, and ”pursuing with wistful eyes” the departing ”Swallow,” he stopped, and, accosting him, soon possessed himself of the facts that ”old Talbot had been robbed and murdered, but that Mr. Linden had brought him to life again; and that old Talbot had given him a hundred thousand pounds, and adopted him as his son; and that how Mr. Linden was going to be sent to foreign parts, as an amba.s.sador, or governor, or great person; and that how meester and meeses were quite 'cut up' about it.”

All these particulars having been duly deposited in the mind of Mr. Brown, they produced an immediate desire to call upon the young gentleman, who, to say nothing of his being so very nearly related to his old customer, Mrs. Minden, was always so very great a favourite with him, Mr. Brown.

Accordingly, as Clarence was musing over his approaching departure, which was now very shortly to take place, he was somewhat startled by the apparition of Mr. Brown--”Charming day, sir,--charming day,” said the friend of Mrs. Minden,--”just called in to congratulate you. I have a few articles, sir, to present you with,--quite rarities, I a.s.sure you,--quite presents, I may say. I picked them up at a sale of the late Lady Waddilove's most valuable effects. They are just the things, sir, for a gentleman going on a foreign mission. A most curious ivory chest, with an Indian padlock, to hold confidential letters,--belonged formerly, sir, to the Great Mogul; and a beautiful diamond snuff-box, sir, with a picture of Louis XIV. on it, prodigiously fine, and will look so loyal too: and, sir, if you have any old aunts in the country, to send a farewell present to, I have some charming fine cambric, a superb Dresden tea set, and a lovely little 'ape,' stuffed by the late Lady W. herself.”

”My good sir,” began Clarence.

”Oh, no thanks, sir,--none at all,--too happy to serve a relation of Mrs. Minden,--always proud to keep up family connections. You will be at home to-morrow, sir, at eleven; I will look in; your most humble servant, Mr. Linden.” And almost upsetting Talbot, who had just entered, Mr. Brown bowed himself out.

CHAPTER XXII.

He talked with open heart and tongue, Affectionate and true; A pair of friends, though I was young And Matthew seventy-two.--WORDSWORTH.

Meanwhile the young artist proceeded rapidly with his picture. Devoured by his enthusiasm, and utterly engrossed by the sanguine antic.i.p.ation of a fame which appeared to him already won, he allowed himself no momentary interval of relaxation; his food was eaten by starts, and without stirring from his easel; his sleep was brief and broken by feverish dreams; he no longer roved with Clarence, when the evening threw her shade over his labours; all air and exercise he utterly relinquished; shut up in his narrow chamber, he pa.s.sed the hours in a fervid and pa.s.sionate self-commune, which, even in suspense from his work, riveted his thoughts the closer to its object. All companions.h.i.+p, all intrusion, he bore with irritability and impatience. Even Clarence found himself excluded from the presence of his friend; even his nearest relation, who doted on the very ground which he hallowed with his footstep, was banished from the haunted sanctuary of the painter; from the most placid of human beings, Warner seemed to have grown the most morose.

Want of rest, abstinence from food, the impatience of the strained spirit and jaded nerves, all contributed to waste the health while they excited the genius of the artist. A crimson spot, never before seen there, burned in the centre of his pale cheek; his eye glowed with a brilliant but unnatural fire; his features grew sharp and attenuated; his bones worked from his whitening and transparent skin; and the soul and frame, turned from their proper and kindly union, seemed contesting, with fierce struggles, which should obtain the mastery and the triumph.