Such were the locksmiths thoughts when first seated in the snug corner, and slowly recovering from a pleasant defect of vision pleasant, because occasioned by the wind blowing in his eyeswhich made it a matter of sound policy and duty to himself, that he should take refuge from the weather, and tempted him, for the same reason, to aggravate a slight cough, and declare he felt but poorly. Such were still his thoughts more than a full hour afterwards, when, supper over, he still sat with shining jovial face in the same warm nook, listening to the cricket-like chirrup of little Solomon Daisy, and bearing no unimportant or slightly respected part in the social gossip round the Maypole fire.
I wish he may be an honest man, thats all, said Solomon, winding up a variety of speculations relative to the stranger, concerning whom Gabriel had compared notes with the company, and so raised a grave discussion; I wish he may be an honest man.
So we all do, I suppose, dont we? observed the locksmith.
I dont, said Joe.
No! cried Gabriel.
No. He struck me with his whip, the coward, when he was mounted and I afoot, and I should be better pleased that he turned out what I think him.
And what may that be, Joe?
No good, Mr Varden. You may shake your head, father, but I say no good, and will say no good, and I would say no good a hundred times over, if that would bring him back to have the drubbing he deserves.
Hold your tongue, sir, said John Willet.
I wont, father. Its all along of you that he ventured to do what he did. Seeing me treated like a child, and put down like a fool, he plucks up a heart and has a fling at a fellow that he thinksand may well think toohasnt a grain of spirit. But hes mistaken, as Ill show him, and as Ill show all of you before long.
Does the boy know what hes a saying of! cried the astonished John Willet.
Father, returned Joe, I know what I say and mean, wellbetter than you do when you hear me. I can bear with you, but I cannot bear the contempt that your treating me in the way you do, brings upon me from others every day. Look at other young men of my age. Have they no liberty, no will, no right to speak? Are they obliged to sit mumchance, and to be ordered about till they are the laughing-stock of young and old? I am a bye-word all over Chigwell, and I sayand its fairer my saying so now, than waiting till you are dead, and I have got your moneyI say, that before long I shall be driven to break such bounds, and that when I do, it wont be me that youll have to blame, but your own self, and no other.
John Willet was so amazed by the exasperation and boldness of his hopeful son, that he sat as one bewildered, staring in a ludicrous manner at the boiler, and endeavouring, but quite ineffectually, to collect his tardy thoughts, and invent an answer. The guests, scarcely less disturbed, were equally at a loss; and at length, with a variety of muttered, half-expressed condolences, and pieces of advice, rose to depart; being at the same time slightly muddled with liquor.
The honest locksmith alone addressed a few words of coherent and sensible advice to both parties, urging John Willet to remember that Joe was nearly arrived at mans estate, and should not be ruled with too tight a hand, and exhorting Joe himself to bear with his fathers caprices, and rather endeavour to turn them aside by temperate remonstrance than by ill-timed rebellion. This advice was received as such advice usually is. On John Willet it made almost as much impression as on the sign outside the
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