Part 123 (2/2)
”You are wonderfully shrewd, mamma,” said Alfred admiringly. ”The excuse is, I don't hate you as you hate me; and I am very happy.”
”Why do you call me mamma to-day? Oh, doctor, he calls me mamma.”
”Th' audacious vagabin.”
”No, no, I cannot think he would call me that unless he had some good news for us both?”
”What good news can he have, except that his trile is goin' well, and you don't care for that.”
”Oh, how can you say so? I care for all that concerns him: he would not come here to insult my misery with his happiness. He is n.o.ble, he is generous, with all his faults. How dare you call me mamma, sir! Call it me again, my dear child; because then I shall _know_ you are come to save my heart from breaking.” And with this, the truth must be told, the stately Mrs. Dodd did fawn upon Alfred with palms outstretched and piteous eyes, and certain cajoling arts of her s.e.x.
”Give me a kiss then, mamma,” said the impudent boy, ”and I _will_ tell you a little bit of good news.”
She bowed her stately head directly, and paid the required tribute with servile humility and readiness.
”Well then,” said Alfred, and was just going to tell her all, but caught sight of Sampson making the most expressive pantomime to him to be cautious. ”Well,” said he, ”I have seen a sailor.”
”Ah!”
”And he is sure Mr. Dodd is alive.”
Mrs. Dodd lifted her hands to heaven, but could not speak. ”In fact,”
said Alfred, hesitating (for he was a wretched hand at a fib), ”he saw him not a fortnight ago on board s.h.i.+p. But that is not all, mamma, the sailor says he has his reason.”
Mrs. Dodd sank on her knees, and said no word to man, but many to the Giver of all good. When she arose, she said to Alfred, ”Bring this sailor to me. I must speak with him directly.”
Alfred coloured. ”I don't know where to find him just now.”
”Oh, indeed,” said Mrs. Dodd quietly: and this excited her suspicion; and from that moment the cunning creature lay in wait for Master Alfred.
She plied him with questions, and he got more and more puzzled how to sustain his story. At last, by way of bursting out of his own net, he said, ”But I am sorry to say his hair has turned white. But perhaps you won't mind that.”
”And he hadn't a grey hair.”
”It is not grey, like the doctor's: it is as white as the driven snow.”
Mrs. Dodd sighed; then suddenly turning on Alfred, asked him, ”Did the sailor tell you that?”
He hesitated a moment and was lost.
”You have seen him,” she screamed; ”he is in London: he is in the house.
I feel him near me:” and she went into something very like hysterics.
Alfred was alarmed, and whispered the truth. The doctor sent him off to meet them, and recommended caution; her nerves were in such a state a violent shock, even of happiness, might kill her.
Thus warned, Julia came into the room alone, and while Dr. Sampson was inculcating self-restraint for her own sake, she listened with a superior smile, and took quite a different line. ”Mamma,” said she, ”he is in the town; but I dare not bring him here till you are composed: his reason is restored; but his nerves are not so strong as they were. Now, if you agitate yourself, you will agitate him, and will do him a serious mischief.”
This crafty speech produced an incredible effect on Mrs. Dodd. It calmed her directly: or rather her great love gave her strength to be calm.
”I will not be such a wretch,” she said. ”See: I am composed, quite composed. Bring me my darling, and you shall see how good I will be: there now, Julia, see how calm I am, quite calm. What, have I borne so much misery, with Heaven's help, and do you think I cannot bear this great happiness for my dear darling's sake?”
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