Very well satisfied with the dreamy nature of this retreat,I informed Mr. Spenlow that I had seen enough for that time,and we rejoined my aunt;in company with whom I presently departed from the Commons,feeling very young when I went out of Spenlow and Jorkins’s,on account of the clerks poking one another with their pens to point me out.
We arrived at Lincoln’s Inn Fields without any new adventures,except encountering an unlucky donkey in a costermonger’s cart,who suggested painful associations to my aunt.We had another long talk about my plans,when we were safely housed;and as I knew she was anxious to get home, and,between fire, food, and pickpockets,could never be considered at her ease for half-an-hour in London,I urged her not to be uncomfortable on my account,but to leave me to take care of myself.
‘I have not been here a week tomorrow,without considering that too, my dear,’ she returned.‘There is a furnished little set of chambers to be let in the Adelphi,Trot, which ought to suit you to a marvel.’
With this brief introduction,she produced from her pocket an advertisement,carefully cut out of a newspaper,setting forth that in Buckingham Street in the Adelphi there was to be let furnished, with a view of the river, a singularly desirable, and compact set of chambers, forming a genteel residence for a young gentleman, a member of one of the Inns of Court, or otherwise, with immediate possession. Terms moderate, and could be taken for a month only, if required.
‘Why, this is the very thing, aunt!’ said I, flushed with the possible dignity of living in chambers.
‘Then come,’ replied my aunt,immediately resuming the bonnet she had a minute before laid aside.‘We’ll go and look at ‘em.’
Away we went. The advertisement directed us to apply to Mrs.Crupp on the premises, and we rung the area bell,which we supposed to communicate with Mrs. Crupp.It was not until we had rung three or four times that we could prevail on Mrs.Crupp to communicate with us, but at last she appeared,being a stout lady with a flounce of flannel petticoat below a nankeen gown.
‘Let us see these chambers of yours, if you please,ma’am,’ said my aunt.
‘For this gentleman?’ said Mrs. Crupp, feeling in her pocket for her keys.
‘Yes, for my nephew,’ said my aunt.
‘And a sweet set they is for sich!’ said Mrs. Crupp.
So we went upstairs.
They were on the top of the house--a great point with my aunt,being near the fire-escape--and consisted of a little half-blind entry where you could see hardly anything, a little stone-blind pantry where you could see nothing at all, a sitting-room, and a bedroom. The furniture was rather faded, but quite good enough for me; and, sure enough, the river was outside the windows.
As I was delighted with the place, my aunt and Mrs.Crupp withdrew into the pantry to discuss the terms,while I remained on the sitting-room sofa,hardly daring to think it possible that I could be destined to live in such a noble residence. After a single combat of some duration they returned, and I saw, to my joy, both in Mrs. Crupp’s countenance and in my aunt’s, that the deed was done.
‘Is it the last occupant’s furniture?’ inquired my aunt.
‘Yes, it is, ma’am,’ said Mrs. Crupp.
‘What’s become of him?’ asked my aunt.
Mrs. Crupp was taken with a troublesome cough,in the midst of which she articulated with much difficulty.‘He was took ill here, ma’am, and--ugh!ugh!ugh!dear me!--and he died!’
‘Hey!What did he die of?’ asked my aunt.
‘Well, ma’am, he died of drink,’ said Mrs. Crupp,in confidence. ‘And smoke.’
‘Smoke?You don’t mean chimneys?’ said my aunt.
‘No, ma’am,’ returned Mrs. Crupp. ‘Cigars and pipes.’
‘That’s not catching, Trot, at any rate,’ remarked my aunt, turning to me.
‘No, indeed,’ said I.
In short, my aunt, seeing how enraptured I was with the premises,took them for a month,with leave to remain for twelve months when that time was out.Mrs. Crupp was to find linen, and to cook;every other necessary was already provided; and Mrs.Crupp expressly intimated that she should always yearn towards me as a son.I was to take possession the day after tomorrow,and Mrs. Crupp said,thank Heaven she had now found summun she could care for!
On our way back, my aunt informed me how she confidently trusted that the life I was now to lead would make me firm and self-reliant, which was all I wanted. She repeated this several times next day, in the intervals of our arranging for the transmission of my clothes and books from Mr. Wickfield’s; relative to which, and to all my late holiday, I wrote a long letter to Agnes, of which my aunt took charge, as she was to leave on the succeeding day. Not to lengthen these particulars, I need only add, that she made a handsome provision for all my possible wants during my month of trial; that Steerforth, to my great disappointment and hers too, did not make his appearance before she went away; that I saw her safely seated in the Dover coach, exulting in the coming discomfiture of the vagrant donkeys, with Janet at her side; and that when the coach was gone, I turned my face to the Adelphi, pondering on the old days when I used to roam about its subterranean arches, and on the happy changes which had brought me to the surface.
CHAPTER 24. MY FIRST DISSIPATION
It was a wonderfully fine thing to have that lofty castle to myself,and to feel, when I shut my outer door,like Robinson Crusoe,when he had got into his fortification,and pulled his ladder up after him.It was a wonderfully fine thing to walk about town with the key of my house in my pocket, and to know that I could ask any fellow to come home, and make quite sure of its being inconvenient to nobody, if it were not so to me. It was a wonderfully fine thing to let myself in and out, and to come and go without a word to anyone, and to ring Mrs. Crupp up, gasping, from the depths of the earth, when I wanted her--and when she was disposed to come. All this, I say, was wonderfully fine; but I must say, too, that there were times when it was very dreary.
It was fine in the morning,particularly in the fine mornings.It looked a very fresh, free life, by daylight:still fresher, and more free, by sunlight.But as the day declined,the life seemed to go down too.I don’t know how it was;it seldom looked well by candle-light.I wanted somebody to talk to, then. I missed Agnes.I found a tremendous blank,in the place of that smiling repository of my confidence.Mrs. Crupp appeared to be a long way off.I thought about my predecessor,who had died of drink and smoke;and I could have wished he had been so good as to live,and not bother me with his decease.
After two days and nights,I felt as if I had lived there for a year,and yet I was not an hour older,but was quite as much tormented by my own youthfulness as ever.
Steerforth not yet appearing,which induced me to apprehend that he must be ill,I left the Commons early on the third day,and walked out to Highgate. Mrs.Steerforth was very glad to see me,and said that he had gone away with one of his Oxford friends to see another who lived near St. Albans, but that she expected him to return tomorrow. I was so fond of him, that I felt quite jealous of his Oxford friends.