Dombey and Son by Charles Dickens (ebooks that read to you .txt) 📕

it made to him, the confidence it expressed, the unspeakable sorrow in her face, the pain of mind she had too plainly suffered, and was suffering then, his knowledge of her past history, her present lonely, worn, and unprotected appearance, all so rushed upon the good Captain together, that he fairly overflowed with compassion and gentleness.

‘My lady lass,’ said the Captain, polishing the bridge of his nose with his arm until it shone like burnished copper, ‘don’t you say a word to Ed’ard Cuttle, until such times as you finds yourself a riding smooth and easy; which won’t be to-day, nor yet to-morrow. And as to giving of you up, or reporting where you are, yes verily, and by God’s help, so I won’t, Church catechism, make a note on!’

This the Captain said, reference and all, in one breath, and with much solemnity; taking off his hat at ‘yes verily,’ and putting it on again, when he had quite concluded.

Florence could do but one thing more to thank him, and to show him how she trusted in him; and she did it. Clinging to this rough creature as the last asylum of her bleeding heart, she laid her head upon his honest shoulder, and clasped him round his neck, and would have kneeled down to bless him, but that he divined her purpose, and held her up like a true man.

‘Steady!’ said the Captain. ‘Steady! You’re too weak to stand, you see, my pretty, and must lie down here again. There, there!’ To see the Captain lift her on the sofa, and cover her with his coat, would have been worth a hundred state sights. ‘And now,’ said the Captain, ‘you must take some breakfast, lady lass, and the dog shall have some too. And arter that you shall go aloft to old Sol Gills’s room, and fall asleep there, like a angel.’

Captain Cuttle patted Diogenes when he made allusion to him, and Diogenes met that overture graciously, half-way. During the administration of the restoratives he had clearly been in two minds whether to fly at the Captain or to offer him his friendship; and he had expressed that conflict of feeling by alternate waggings of his tail, and displays of his teeth, with now and then a growl or so. But by this time, his doubts were all removed. It was plain that he considered the Captain one of the most amiable of men, and a man whom it was an honour to a dog to know.

In evidence of these convictions, Diogenes attended on the Captain while he made some tea and toast, and showed a lively interest in his housekeeping. But it was in vain for the kind Captain to make such preparations for Florence, who sorely tried to do some honour to them, but could touch nothing, and could only weep and weep again.

‘Well, well!’ said the compassionate Captain, ‘arter turning in, my Heart’s Delight, you’ll get more way upon you. Now, I’ll serve out your allowance, my lad.’ To Diogenes. ‘And you shall keep guard on your mistress aloft.’

Diogenes, however, although he had been eyeing his intended breakfast with a watering mouth and glistening eyes, instead of falling to, ravenously, when it was put before him, pricked up his ears, darted to the shop-door, and barked there furiously: burrowing with his head at the bottom, as if he were bent on mining his way out.

‘Can there be anybody there!’ asked Florence, in alarm.

‘No, my lady lass,’ returned the Captain. ‘Who’d stay there, without making any noise! Keep up a good heart, pretty. It’s only people going by.’

But for all that, Diogenes barked and barked, and burrowed and burrowed, with pertinacious fury; and whenever he stopped to listen, appeared to receive some new conviction into his mind, for he set to, barking and burrowing again, a dozen times. Even when he was persuaded to return to his breakfast, he came jogging back to it, with a very doubtful air; and was off again, in another paroxysm, before touching a morsel.

‘If there should be someone listening and watching,’ whispered Florence. ‘Someone who saw me come—who followed me, perhaps.’

‘It ain’t the young woman, lady lass, is it?’ said the Captain, taken with a bright idea.

‘Susan?’ said Florence, shaking her head. ‘Ah no! Susan has been gone from me a long time.’

‘Not deserted, I hope?’ said the Captain. ‘Don’t say that that there young woman’s run, my pretty!’

‘Oh, no, no!’ cried Florence. ‘She is one of the truest hearts in the world!’

The Captain was greatly relieved by this reply, and expressed his satisfaction by taking off his hard glazed hat, and dabbing his head all over with his handkerchief, rolled up like a ball, observing several times, with infinite complacency, and with a beaming countenance, that he know’d it.

‘So you’re quiet now, are you, brother?’ said the Captain to Diogenes. ‘There warn’t nobody there, my lady lass, bless you!’

Diogenes was not so sure of that. The door still had an attraction for him at intervals; and he went snuffing about it, and growling to himself, unable to forget the subject. This incident, coupled with the Captain’s observation of Florence’s fatigue and faintness, decided him to prepare Sol Gills’s chamber as a place of retirement for her immediately. He therefore hastily betook himself to the top of the house, and made the best arrangement of it that his imagination and his means suggested.

It was very clean already; and the Captain being an orderly man, and accustomed to make things ship-shape, converted the bed into a couch, by covering it all over with a clean white drapery. By a similar contrivance, the Captain converted the little dressing-table into a species of altar, on which he set forth two silver teaspoons, a flower-pot, a telescope, his celebrated watch, a pocket-comb, and a song-book, as a small collection of rarities, that made a choice appearance. Having darkened the window, and straightened the pieces of carpet on the floor, the Captain surveyed these preparations with great delight, and descended to the little parlour again, to bring Florence to her bower.

Nothing would induce the Captain to believe that it was possible for Florence to walk upstairs. If he could have got the idea into his head, he would have considered it an outrageous breach of hospitality to allow her to do so. Florence was too weak to dispute the point, and the Captain carried her up out of hand, laid her down, and covered her with a great watch-coat.

‘My lady lass!’ said the Captain, ‘you’re as safe here as if you was at the top of St Paul’s Cathedral, with the ladder cast off. Sleep is what you want, afore all other things, and may you be able to show yourself smart with that there balsam for the still small woice of a wounded mind! When there’s anything you want, my Heart’s Delight, as this here humble house or town can offer, pass the word to Ed’ard Cuttle, as’ll stand off and on outside that door, and that there man will wibrate with joy.’ The Captain concluded by kissing the hand that Florence stretched out to him, with the chivalry of any old knight-errant, and walking on tiptoe out of the room.

Descending to the little parlour, Captain Cuttle, after holding a hasty council with himself, decided to open the shop-door for a few minutes, and satisfy himself that now, at all events, there was no one loitering about it. Accordingly he set it open, and stood upon the threshold, keeping a bright look-out, and sweeping the whole street with his spectacles.

‘How de do, Captain Gills?’ said a voice beside him. The Captain, looking down, found that he had been boarded by Mr Toots while sweeping the horizon.

‘How are, you, my lad?’ replied the Captain.

‘Well, I’m pretty well, thank’ee, Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots. ‘You know I’m never quite what I could wish to be, now. I don’t expect that I ever shall be any more.’

Mr Toots never approached any nearer than this to the great theme of his life, when in conversation with Captain Cuttle, on account of the agreement between them.

‘Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots, ‘if I could have the pleasure of a word with you, it’s—it’s rather particular.’

‘Why, you see, my lad,’ replied the Captain, leading the way into the parlour, ‘I ain’t what you may call exactly free this morning; and therefore if you can clap on a bit, I should take it kindly.’

‘Certainly, Captain Gills,’ replied Mr Toots, who seldom had any notion of the Captain’s meaning. ‘To clap on, is exactly what I could wish to do. Naturally.’

‘If so be, my lad,’ returned the Captain. ‘Do it!’

The Captain was so impressed by the possession of his tremendous secret—by the fact of Miss Dombey being at that moment under his roof, while the innocent and unconscious Toots sat opposite to him—that a perspiration broke out on his forehead, and he found it impossible, while slowly drying the same, glazed hat in hand, to keep his eyes off Mr Toots’s face. Mr Toots, who himself appeared to have some secret reasons for being in a nervous state, was so unspeakably disconcerted by the Captain’s stare, that after looking at him vacantly for some time in silence, and shifting uneasily on his chair, he said:

‘I beg your pardon, Captain Gills, but you don’t happen to see anything particular in me, do you?’

‘No, my lad,’ returned the Captain. ‘No.’

‘Because you know,’ said Mr Toots with a chuckle, ‘I know I’m wasting away. You needn’t at all mind alluding to that. I—I should like it. Burgess and Co. have altered my measure, I’m in that state of thinness. It’s a gratification to me. I—I’m glad of it. I—I’d a great deal rather go into a decline, if I could. I’m a mere brute you know, grazing upon the surface of the earth, Captain Gills.’

The more Mr Toots went on in this way, the more the Captain was weighed down by his secret, and stared at him. What with this cause of uneasiness, and his desire to get rid of Mr Toots, the Captain was in such a scared and strange condition, indeed, that if he had been in conversation with a ghost, he could hardly have evinced greater discomposure.

‘But I was going to say, Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots. ‘Happening to be this way early this morning—to tell you the truth, I was coming to breakfast with you. As to sleep, you know, I never sleep now. I might be a Watchman, except that I don’t get any pay, and he’s got nothing on his mind.’

‘Carry on, my lad!’ said the Captain, in an admonitory voice.

‘Certainly, Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots. ‘Perfectly true! Happening to be this way early this morning (an hour or so ago), and finding the door shut—’

‘What! were you waiting there, brother?’ demanded the Captain.

‘Not at all, Captain Gills,’ returned Mr Toots. ‘I didn’t stop a moment. I thought you were out. But the person said—by the bye, you don’t keep a dog, you, Captain Gills?’

The Captain shook his head.

‘To be sure,’ said Mr Toots, ‘that’s exactly what I said. I knew you didn’t. There is a dog, Captain Gills, connected with—but excuse me. That’s forbidden ground.’

The Captain stared at Mr Toots until he seemed to swell to twice his natural size; and again the perspiration broke out on the Captain’s forehead, when he thought of Diogenes taking it into his head to come down and make a third in the parlour.

‘The person said,’ continued Mr Toots, ‘that he had heard a dog barking in the shop: which I knew couldn’t be, and I told him so. But he was as positive as if he had seen the dog.’

‘What person, my lad?’ inquired the Captain.

‘Why, you see there it is, Captain Gills,’ said Mr Toots, with a perceptible increase in the nervousness of his manner. ‘It’s not for me to say what may have taken place, or what may not have taken