It occurred to me several times that we should have got on better,if we had not been quite so genteel.We were so exceedingly genteel,that our scope was very limited. A Mr. and Mrs.Gulpidge were of the party,who had something to do at second-hand (at least, Mr.Gulpidge had) with the law business of the Bank;and what with the Bank, and what with the Treasury,we were as exclusive as the Court Circular.To mend the matter,Hamlet’s aunt had the family failing of indulging in soliloquy,and held forth in a desultory manner, by herself,on every topic that was introduced.These were few enough, to be sure;but as we always fell back upon Blood,she had as wide a field for abstract speculation as her nephew himself.
We might have been a party of Ogres,the conversation assumed such a sanguine complexion.
‘I confess I am of Mrs. Waterbrook’s opinion,’ said Mr.Waterbrook, with his wine-glass at his eye.‘Other things are all very well in their way, but give me Blood!’
‘Oh!There is nothing,’ observed Hamlet’s aunt,‘so satisfactory to one!There is nothing that is so much one’s beau-ideal of--of all that sort of thing,speaking generally. There are some low minds (not many,I am happy to believe,but there are some) that would prefer to do what I should call bow down before idols. Positively Idols!Before service, intellect, and so on.But these are intangible points. Blood is not so.We see Blood in a nose, and we know it.We meet with it in a chin, and we say, “There it is!That’s Blood!” It is an actual matter of fact. We point it out.It admits of no doubt.’
The simpering fellow with the weak legs,who had taken Agnes down,stated the question more decisively yet, I thought.
‘Oh, you know, deuce take it,’ said this gentleman,looking round the board with an imbecile smile,‘we can’t forego Blood, you know. We must have Blood,you know. Some young fellows, you know,may be a little behind their station, perhaps,in point of education and behaviour,and may go a little wrong, you know,and get themselves and other people into a variety of fixes--and all that--but deuce take it, it’s delightful to reflect that they’ve got Blood in ‘em!Myself, I’d rather at any time be knocked down by a man who had got Blood in him, than I’d be picked up by a man who hadn’t!’
This sentiment, as compressing the general question into a nutshell,gave the utmost satisfaction,and brought the gentleman into great notice until the ladies retired.After that, I observed that Mr. Gulpidge and Mr.Henry Spiker, who had hitherto been very distant,entered into a defensive alliance against us,the common enemy, and exchanged a mysterious dialogue across the table for our defeat and overthrow.
‘That affair of the first bond for four thousand five hundred pounds has not taken the course that was expected, Spiker,’ said Mr. Gulpidge.
‘Do you mean the D. of A.’s?’ said Mr. Spiker.
‘The C. of B.’s!’ said Mr. Gulpidge.
Mr. Spiker raised his eyebrows,and looked much concerned.
‘When the question was referred to Lord--I needn’t name him,’ said Mr. Gulpidge, checking himself--
‘I understand,’ said Mr. Spiker, ‘N.’
Mr. Gulpidge darkly nodded--‘was referred to him,his answer was, “Money, or no release.”’
‘Lord bless my soul!’ cried Mr. Spiker.
“‘Money, or no release,”’ repeated Mr. Gulpidge, firmly.‘The next in reversion--you understand me?’
‘K.,’ said Mr. Spiker, with an ominous look.
‘--K. then positively refused to sign.He was attended at Newmarket for that purpose,and he point-blank refused to do it.’
Mr. Spiker was so interested,that he became quite stony.
‘So the matter rests at this hour,’ said Mr. Gulpidge,throwing himself back in his chair.‘Our friend Waterbrook will excuse me if I forbear to explain myself generally,on account of the magnitude of the interests involved.’
Mr. Waterbrook was only too happy, as it appeared to me,to have such interests, and such names, even hinted at,across his table. He assumed an expression of gloomy intelligence (though I am persuaded he knew no more about the discussion than I did), and highly approved of the discretion that had been observed. Mr. Spiker, after the receipt of such a confidence, naturally desired to favour his friend with a confidence of his own; therefore the foregoing dialogue was succeeded by another, in which it was Mr. Gulpidge’s turn to be surprised, and that by another in which the surprise came round to Mr. Spiker’s turn again, and so on, turn and turn about. All this time we, the outsiders, remained oppressed by the tremendous interests involved in the conversation; and our host regarded us with pride, as the victims of a salutary awe and astonishment. I was very glad indeed to get upstairs to Agnes, and to talk with her in a corner, and to introduce Traddles to her, who was shy, but agreeable, and the same good-natured creature still. As he was obliged to leave early, on account of going away next morning for a month, I had not nearly so much conversation with him as I could have wished; but we exchanged addresses, and promised ourselves the pleasure of another meeting when he should come back to town. He was greatly interested to hear that I knew Steerforth, and spoke of him with such warmth that I made him tell Agnes what he thought of him. But Agnes only looked at me the while, and very slightly shook her head when only I observed her.
As she was not among people with whom I believed she could be very much at home,I was almost glad to hear that she was going away within a few days,though I was sorry at the prospect of parting from her again so soon.This caused me to remain until all the company were gone.Conversing with her, and hearing her sing,was such a delightful reminder to me of my happy life in the grave old house she had made so beautiful, that I could have remained there half the night; but, having no excuse for staying any longer, when the lights of Mr. Waterbrook’s society were all snuffed out, I took my leave very much against my inclination. I felt then, more than ever, that she was my better Angel; and if I thought of her sweet face and placid smile, as though they had shone on me from some removed being, like an Angel, I hope I thought no harm.
I have said that the company were all gone;but I ought to have excepted Uriah,whom I don’t include in that denomination,and who had never ceased to hover near us.He was close behind me when I went downstairs.He was close beside me,when I walked away from the house,slowly fitting his long skeleton fingers into the still longer fingers of a great Guy Fawkes pair of gloves.
It was in no disposition for Uriah’s company,but in remembrance of the entreaty Agnes had made to me,that I asked him if he would come home to my rooms,and have some coffee.
‘Oh, really, Master Copperfield,’ he rejoined--‘I beg your pardon, Mister Copperfield,but the other comes so natural,I don’t like that you should put a constraint upon yourself to ask a numble person like me to your ouse.’
‘There is no constraint in the case,’ said I. ‘Will you come?’