Volume I Part 25 (1/2)

Whatever David Dund.y.k.e's shortcomings might be, in--if you will excuse the word--gentility, he made up for it by a talent for business. Few men have possessed a better one; and his value in the Fenchurch-street tea-house, was fully known and appreciated. This wholesale establishment, which had tea for its basis, was of undoubted respectability. It took a high standing amidst its fellows, and was second in its large dealings to none. It was not one of your advertising, poetry-puffing, here-to-day and gone-to-morrow houses, but a genuine, sound firm, having real dealings with Chaney, as the respected white-haired head of the house was in the habit of designating the Celestial Empire. Mr. Dund.y.k.e sometimes presumed to correct the ”Chaney,” and hint to his indulgent master and head, that that p.r.o.nunciation was a little antediluvian, and that n.o.body now called it anything but ”Chinar.”

David Dund.y.k.e had gone into this house an errand boy; he had risen to be a junior clerk. He was now not a junior one, but took rank with the first. Steady, taciturn, persevering, and industrious to an extent not often seen, thoroughly trustworthy, and in business dealings of strict honour, perhaps David Dund.y.k.e was one who could not fail to prosper, wherever he might have been placed. These qualities, combined with rare business foresight, had brought him into notice, and thence into favour.

The faintest possible hint had been dropped to him by the white-haired old man, that perseverance, such as his, had been known to meet its reward in an a.s.sociation with the firm; a share in the business. Whether he meant anything, or whether it was but a casual remark, spoken without intention, David did not know; but he saw from thenceforth that one great ambition, of his, coming nearer and nearer. From that moment it was sure; it fevered his veins, and coloured his dreams; the ma.s.sive gold chain of the Lord Mayor was ever dancing before his eyes and his brain; to be called ”my lord” by the mult.i.tude, and to sit in that arm-chair, dispensing justice in the Mansion House, seemed to him a very heaven upon earth. Every movement of his mind had reference to it; every nerve was strained on the hope for it! For that he saved; for that he pinched; for that he turned sixpences into s.h.i.+llings, and s.h.i.+llings into pounds: for he knew that to be elected a Lord Mayor he must first of all be a rich man, and attain to the honour through minor gradations of wealth. He was judged to be a hard griping man by the few acquaintances he possessed, possessing neither sympathy for friends, nor pity for enemies; but he was not hard or griping at heart; it was all done to further this dream of ambition. For money in the abstract he really did not very much care; but as a stepping-stone to civic importance, it was of incalculable value.

He had four hundred pounds a year now, and they lived upon fifty.

Betsey, the most generous heart in the world, saw but with his eyes, and was as saving and careful as might be, because it pleased him. Many and many a time he had taken home a red herring and made his dinner of it, giving his wife the head and the tail to pick for hers. Not less meek than of yore was Mrs. Dund.y.k.e, and felt duly thankful for the head and the tail.

Mrs. Dund.y.k.e had been at some household work when Mildred entered, but she soon put it aside and sat down with Mildred in the sitting-room, a cheerful apartment with a large window. Betsey was considerably over thirty years of age now, but she looked nearly as young as ever, as she sat bending her face a little down over her sewing while she talked, the st.i.tching of a wristband; for she was one who thought it a sin to lose time. Mildred told her the news she had come to tell--that she was going on the morrow to Westerbury.

”Going to Westerbury!” echoed Mrs. Dund.y.k.e in great surprise; for it had seemed to her that Miss Arkell never meant to go to her native place again.

Mildred explained. She had a holiday for the first time since going to Lady Dewsbury's, and should use it to see her brother and his wife. ”I came to tell you, Betsey,” she added, ”thinking you might have some message you would like me to carry to your sister.”

A faint change, like a shadow, pa.s.sed over Betsey Dund.y.k.e's face. ”She would not thank you for it, Miss Arkell. But you may give my best love to her. She never came to see me, you know, when they were in London.”

”When were they in London?” asked Mildred, quickly.

”Last year. Did you not know of it? Perhaps not, for you were in Paris with Lady Dewsbury at the time, and the reminiscence to me is not so pleasing as to make me mention it gratuitously. She came up with Mr.

Arkell and their boy; they were in London about a week: he had business, I believe. The first thing _he_ did was to come and see us, and he brought Travice; and he said he hoped I and my husband would make it convenient to be with them a good deal while they were in town, and would dine with them often at their hotel. Well, David, as you know, has no time to spare in the day, for business is first and foremost with him, but I went the next day to see Charlotte. She was very cool, and she let me unmistakably know in so many words that she could not make an a.s.sociate of Mr. Dund.y.k.e. It was not nice of her, Miss Arkell.”

”No, it was not. Did you see much of her?”

”I only saw her that once. William Arkell was terribly vexed, I could see that; and as if to atone for her behaviour, he came here often and brought Travice. Indeed, Travice spent nearly the whole of the time with us, and David would have let me keep him after they went home, but I knew it was of no use to ask Charlotte. He is the nicest boy! I--I know it is wrong to break the tenth commandment,” she said, looking up and laughing through her tears, ”but I envy Charlotte that boy.”

It was an indirect allusion to the one great disappointment of Betsey Dund.y.k.e's life: she had no children. She was getting over the grief tolerably now; we get reconciled to the worst evil in time; but in the first years of her marriage she had felt it keenly. It may be questioned if Mr. Dund.y.k.e did. Children must have brought expense with them, so he philosophically pitted the gain against the loss.

”Why should Mrs. Arkell dislike to be on sisterly terms with you?” asked Mildred. ”I have never been able to understand it.”

”Charlotte has two faults--pride and selfishness,” was Mrs. Dund.y.k.e's answer: ”though I cannot bear to speak against her, and never do to David. When she first married, she feared, I believe, that I might become a burden upon her; and she did not like that I should be in the position I was at Mrs. Dund.y.k.e's; she thought it reflected in a degree upon her position as a lady. _Now_ she shuns us, because she thinks we are altogether beneath her. Were we living in style, well established and all that, she would be glad to come to us; but we are in these two quiet rooms, living humbly, and Charlotte would cut off her legs before she'd come near us. Don't think me unkind, Miss Arkell; it is Charlotte who has forced this feeling upon me. I wors.h.i.+pped her in the old days, but I cannot be blind to her faults now.”

David Dund.y.k.e came in. He shook hands cordially with Mildred, whom he was always glad to see. He had begun to dress like a city magnate now: in glossy clothes, and a white neckcloth; and a fine gold cable chain crossed on his waistcoat, in place of the modest silver one he used to wear. He had become more personable as he gained years, was growing portly, and altogether was a fine, gentlemanly-looking man. But his mode of speech! _That_ had very little changed from the earlier style: perhaps David Dund.y.k.e was one who did not care to change it; or had no ear to catch the accents of others. If he had but never opened his mouth!

”I'm a little late, Betsey. Shouldn't ha' been, though, if I'd known who was here. Get us some tea, girl; and here's something to eat with it.”

He pulled a paper parcel of shrimps out of his pocket as he spoke: a delicacy he was fond of. Some of them fell on the carpet in the process, and Betsey stooped to pick them up. David did not trouble himself to help her. He sat down and talked to Mildred.

”The last time you were here, I remember, something kept me out: extra work at the office, I think that was. I have been round now to Leifchild's. He is my stock-broker.”

Mildred laughed. She supposed he was saying it for jest. But the keen look came over Mr. Dund.y.k.e's face that was usual to it when he spoke of money.

”Leifchild is a steady-going man; he's no fool, he isn't: There's not a steadier nor a keener on the stock exchange. I've knowed him since he was that high, for we was boys together; and, like me, he began from nothing. There was one thing kept him down--want of capital; if he had had that, he'd ha' been a rich man now, for many good things fell in his way, and he had to let 'em slip by him. I turned the risk over in my mind, Miss Arkell; for, and against; and I came to the conclusion to put a thousand pound in his hands, on condition----”

”A thousand pounds,” involuntarily interrupted Mildred. ”Had you so much--to spare?”

”Yes, I had that,” said David Dund.y.k.e, with a little cough that seemed to say he might have found more, if he had cared to do so. ”On condition that I went shares in whatsoever profit my thousand pound should be the means of realizing,” he resumed where he had broken off. ”And my thousand pound has not done badly yet.”

Mildred could not help noting the significant satisfaction of the tone.