`The confidence,' said Mrs. Skewton, `that has subsisted between us--the free development of soul, and openness of sentiment--is touching to think of. We have been more like sisters than mama and child.'
`J. B.'s own sentiment,' observed the Major, `expressed by J. B. fifty thousand times!'
`Do not interrupt, rude man!' said Cleopatra. `What are my feelings, then, when I find that there is one subject avoided by us! That there is a what's-his-name--a gulf--opened between us. That my own artless Edith is changed to me!They are of the most poignant description, of course.'
The Major left his chair, and took one nearer to the little table.
`From day to day I see this, my dear Major,' proceeded Mrs. Skewton. `From day to day I feel this. From hour to hour I reproach myself for that excess of faith and trustfulness which has led to such distressing consequences; and almost from minute to minute, I hope that Mr. Dombey may explain himself, and relieve the torture I undergo, which is extremely wearing. But nothing happens, my dear Major; I am the salve of remorse--take care of the coffee-cup: you are so very awkward--my darling Edith is an altered being; and I really don't see what is to be done, or what good creature I can advise with.'
Major Bagstock, encouraged perhaps by the softened and confidential tone into which Mrs. Skewton, after several times lapsing into it for a moment, seemed now to have subsided for good, stretched out his hand across the little table, and said with a leer,
`Advise with Joe, Ma'am.'
`Then, you aggravating monster,' said Cleopatra, giving one hand to the Major, and tapping his knuckles with her fan, which she held in the other: `why don't you talk to me? you know what I mean. Why don't you tell me something to the purpose?'
The Major laughed, and kissed the hand she had bestowed upon him, and laughed again immensely.
`Is there as much Heart in Mr. Dombey as I gave him credit for?' languished Cleopatra tenderly. `Do you think he is in earnest, my dear Major? Would you recommend his being spoken to, or his being left alone? Now tell me, like a dear man, what would you advise.'
`Shall we marry him to Edith Granger, Ma'am?' chuckled the Major, hoarsely.
`Mysterious creature!' returned Cleopatra, bringing her fan to bear upon the Major's nose. `How can we marry him?'
`Shall we marry him to Edith Granger, Ma'am, I say?' chuckled the Major again.
Mrs. Skewton returned no answer in words, but smiled upon the Major with so much archness and vivacity, that that gallant officer considering himself challenged, would have imprinted a kiss on her exceedingly red lips, but for her interposing the fan with a very winning and juvenile dexterity. It might have been in modesty; it might have been in apprehension of some danger to their bloom.
`Dombey, Ma'am,' said the Major, `is a great catch.'
`Oh, mercenary wretch!' cried Cleopatra, with a little shriek, `I am shocked.'
`And Dombey, Ma'am,' pursued the Major, thrusting forward his head, and distending his eyes, `is in earnest. Joseph says it; Bagstock knows it; J. B. keeps him to the mark. Leave Dombey to himself, Ma'am. Dombey is safe, Ma'am. Do as you have done; do no more; and trust to J. B. for the end.'
`You really think so, my dear Major?' returned Cleopatra, who had eyed him very cautiously, and very searchingly, in spite of her listless bearing.