to me than I should have any right to hope, if I were the most sanguine creature in the world; or should have any power to express, if I were the most eloquent. It really overpowers me. But trust me,' said Tom, `that I am not ungrateful; that I never forget; and that if I can ever prove the truth of my words to you, I will.'

`That's all right,' observed Martin, leaning back in his chair with a hand in each pocket, and yawning drearily. `Very fine talking, Tom; but I'm at Pecksniff's, I remember, and perhaps a mile or so out of the high-road to fortune just at this minute. So you've heard again this morning from what's his name, eh?'

`Who may that be?' asked Tom, seeming to enter a mild protest on behalf of the dignity of an absent person.

`You know. What is it? Northkey.'

`Westlock,' rejoined Tom, in rather a louder tone than usual.

`Ah! to be sure,' said Martin, `Westlock. I knew it was something connected with a point of the compass and a door. Well! and what says Westlock?'

`Oh! he has come into his property,' answered Tom, nodding his head, and smiling.

`He's a lucky dog,' said Martin. `I wish it were mine instead. Is that all the mystery you were to tell me?'

`No,' said Tom: `not all.'

`What's the rest?' asked Martin.

`For the matter of that,' said Tom, `it's no mystery, and you won't think much of it; but it's very pleasant to me. John always used to say when he was here, "Mark my words, Pinch. When my father's executors cash up"--he used strange expressions now and then, but that was his way.'

`Cash-up's a very good expression,' observed Martin, `when other people don't apply it to you. Well? What a slow fellow you are, Pinch!'

`Yes, I am I know,' said Tom; `but you'll make me nervous if you tell me so. I'm afraid you have put me out a little now, for I forget what I was going to say.'

`When John's father's executors cashed up,' said Martin impatiently.

`Oh yes, to be sure,' cried Tom; `yes. "Then," says John, "I'll give you a dinner, Pinch, and come down to Salisbury on purpose." Now, when John wrote the other day--the morning Pecksniff left, you know--he said his business was on the point of being immediately settled, and as he was to receive his money directly, when could I meet him at Salisbury? I wrote and said, any day this week; and I told him besides, that there was a new pupil here, and what a fine fellow you were, and what friends we had become. Upon which John writes back this letter'--Tom produced it--`fixes to-morrow; sends his compliments to you; and begs that we three may have the pleasure of dining together; not at the house where you and I were, either; but at the very first hotel in the town. Read what he says.'

`Very well,' said Martin, glancing over it with his customary coolness: `much obliged to him. I'm agreeable.'

Tom could have wished him to be a little more astonished, a little more pleased, or in some form or other a little more interested in such a great event. But he was perfectly self-obsessed: and falling into his favourite solace of whistling, took another turn at the grammar-school, as if nothing at all had happened.

Mr. Pecksniff's horse being regarded in the light of a sacred animal, only to be driven by him, the chief priest of that temple, or by some person distinctly nominated for the time being to that high office by


  By PanEris using Melati.

Previous chapter/page Back Home Email this Search Discuss Bookmark Next chapter/page
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details.