The Small House at Allington - Anthony Trollope (i want to read a book txt) 📗

owner as regarded all responsibility, though not the owner as regarded any possible profit! And then, above and almost worse than all the rest, to find himself saddled with the Lupexes in the beginning of his career! Poor Cradell indeed!

Eames had not taken his things away from the lodging-house before he left London, and therefore determined to drive to Burton Crescent immediately on his arrival, not with the intention of remaining there, even for a night, but that he might bid them farewell, speak his congratulations to Amelia, and arrange for his final settlement with Mrs. Roper. It should have been explained in the last chapter that the earl had told him before parting with him that his want of success with Lily would make no difference as regarded money. John had, of course, expostulated, saying that he did not want anything, and would not, under his existing circumstances, accept anything; but the earl was a man who knew how to have his own way, and in this matter did have it. Our friend, therefore, was a man of wealth when he returned to London, and could tell Mrs. Roper that he would send her a cheque for her little balance as soon as he reached his office.

He arrived in the middle of the day⁠—not timing his return at all after the usual manner of Government clerks, who generally manage to reach the metropolis not more than half an hour before the moment at which they are bound to show themselves in their seats. But he had come back two days before he was due, and had run away from the country as though London in May to him were much pleasanter than the woods and fields. But neither had London nor the woods and fields any influence on his return. He had gone down that he might throw himself at the feet of Lily Dale⁠—gone down, as he now confessed to himself, with hopes almost triumphant, and he had returned because Lily Dale would not have him at her feet. “I loved him⁠—him, Crosbie⁠—better than all the world besides. It is still the same. I still love him better than all the world.” Those were the words which had driven him back to London; and having been sent away with such words as those, it was little matter to him whether he reached his office a day or two sooner or later. The little room in the city, even with the accompaniment of Sir Raffle’s bell and Sir Raffle’s voice, would be now more congenial to him than Lady Julia’s drawing-room. He would therefore present himself to Sir Raffle on that very afternoon, and expel some interloper from his seat. But he would first call in Burton Crescent and say farewell to the Ropers.

The door was opened for him by the faithful Jemima. “Mr. Heames, Mr. Heames! ho dear, ho dear!” and the poor girl, who had always taken his side in the adventures of the lodging-house, raised her hands on high and lamented the fate which had separated her favourite from its fortunes. “I suppose you knows it all, Mister Johnny?” Mister Johnny said that he believed he did know it all, and asked for the mistress of the house. “Yes, sure enough, she’s at home. She don’t dare stir out much, ’cause of them Lupexes. Ain’t this a pretty game? No dinner and no nothink! Them boxes is Miss Spruce’s. She’s a-going now, this minute. You’ll find ’em all upstairs in the drawen-room.” So upstairs into the drawing-room he went, and there he found the mother and daughter, and with them Miss Spruce, tightly packed up in her bonnet and shawl. “Don’t, mother,” Amelia was saying; “what’s the good of going on in that way? If she chooses to go, let her go.”

“But she’s been with me now so many years,” said Mrs. Roper, sobbing; “and I’ve always done everything for her! Haven’t I, now, Sally Spruce?” It struck Eames immediately that, though he had been an inmate in the house for two years, he had never before heard that maiden lady’s Christian name. Miss Spruce was the first to see Eames as he entered the room. It is probable that Mrs. Roper’s pathos might have produced some answering pathos on her part had she remained unobserved, but the sight of a young man brought her back to her usual state of quiescence. “I’m only an old woman,” said she; “and here’s Mr. Eames come back again.”

“How d’ye do, Mrs. Roper? how d’ye do⁠—Amelia? how d’ye do, Miss Spruce?” and he shook hands with them all.

“Oh, laws,” said Mrs. Roper, “you have given me such a start!”

“Dear me, Mr. Eames; only think of your coming back in that way,” said Amelia.

“Well, what way should I come back? You didn’t hear me knock at the door, that’s all. So Miss Spruce is really going to leave you?”

“Isn’t it dreadful, Mr. Eames? Nineteen years we’ve been together;⁠—taking both houses together, Miss Spruce, we have, indeed.” Miss Spruce, at this point, struggled very hard to convince John Eames that the period in question had in truth extended over only eighteen years, but Mrs. Roper was authoritative, and would not permit it. “It’s nineteen years if it’s a day. No one ought to know dates if I don’t, and there isn’t one in the world understands her ways unless it’s me. Haven’t I been up to your bedroom every night, and with my own hand given you⁠—” But she stopped herself, and was too good a woman to declare before a young man what had been the nature of her nightly ministrations to her guest.

“I don’t think you’ll be so comfortable anywhere else, Miss Spruce,” said Eames.

“Comfortable! of course she won’t,” said Amelia. “But if I was mother I wouldn’t have any more words about it.”

“It isn’t the money I’m thinking of, but the feeling of it,” said Mrs. Roper. “The house will be so lonely like. I shan’t know myself; that I shan’t. And now that things are all settled so pleasantly, and