The Subject ContinuedIn the first place, and as a matter of the greatest necessity, we are bound to describe how a house may be got for nothing a year.These mansions are to be had either unfurnished, where, if you have credit with Messrs.Gillows or Bantings, you can get them splendidly montees and decorated entirely according to your own fancy; or they are to be let furnished, a less troublesome and complicated arrangement to most parties.It was so that Crawley and his wife preferred to hire their house.
Before Mr.Bowls came to preside over Miss Crawley's house and cellar in Park Lane, that lady had had for a butler a Mr.Raggles, who was born on the family estate of Queen's Crawley, and indeed was a younger son of a gardener there.By good conduct, a handsome person and calves, and a grave demeanour, Raggles rose from the knife-board to the footboard of the carriage;from the footboard to the butler's pantry.When he had been a certain number of years at the head of Miss Crawley's establishment, where he had had good wages, fat perquisites, and plenty of opportunities of saving, he announced that he was about to contract a matrimonial alliance with a late cook of Miss Crawley's, who had subsisted in an honourable manner by the exercise of a mangle, and the keeping of a small greengrocer's shop in the neighbourhood.The truth is, that the ceremony had been clandestinely performed some years back; although the news of Mr.Raggles' marriage was first brought to Miss Crawley by a little boy and girl of seven and eight years of age, whose continual presence in the kitchen had attracted the attention of Miss Briggs.
Mr.Raggles then retired and personally undertook the superintendence of the small shop and the greens.He added milk and cream, eggs and country-fed pork to his stores, contenting himself whilst other retired butlers were vending spirits in public houses, by dealing in the simplest country produce.And having a good connection amongst the butlers in the neighbourhood, and a snug back parlour where he and Mrs.Raggles received them, his milk, cream, and eggs got to be adopted by many of the fraternity, and his profits increased every year.Year after year he quietly and modestly amassed money, and when at length that snug and complete bachelor's residence at No.201, Curzon Street, May Fair, lately the residence of the Honourable Frederick Deuceace, gone abroad, with its rich and appropriate furniture by the first makers, was brought to the hammer, who should go in and purchase the lease and furniture of the house but Charles Raggles? A part of the money he borrowed, it is true, and at rather a high interest, from a brother butler, but the chief part he paid down, and it was with no small pride that Mrs.Raggles found herself sleeping in a bed of carved mahogany, with silk curtains, with a prodigious cheval glass opposite to her, and a wardrobe which would contain her, and Raggles, and all the family.
Of course, they did not intend to occupy permanently an apartment so splendid.It was in order to let the house again that Raggles purchased it.As soon as a tenant was found, he subsided into the greengrocer's shop once more; but a happy thing it was for him to walk out of that tenement and into Curzon Street, and there survey his house--his own house--with geraniums in the window and a carved bronze knocker.The footman occasionally lounging at the area railing, treated him with respect; the cook took her green stuff at his house and called him Mr.Landlord, and there was not one thing the tenants did, or one dish which they had for dinner, that Raggles might not know of, if he liked.
He was a good man; good and happy.The house brought him in so handsome a yearly income that he was determined to send his children to good schools, and accordingly, regardless of expense, Charles was sent to boarding at Dr.Swishtail's, Sugar-cane Lodge, and little Matilda to Miss Peckover's, Laurentinum House, Clapham.
Raggles loved and adored the Crawley family as the author of all his prosperity in life.He had a silhouette of his mistress in his back shop, and a drawing of the Porter's Lodge at Queen's Crawley, done by that spinster herself in India ink--and the only addition he made to the decorations of the Curzon Street House was a print of Queen's Crawley in Hampshire, the seat of Sir Walpole Crawley, Baronet, who was represented in a gilded car drawn by six white horses, and passing by a lake covered with swans, and barges containing ladies in hoops, and musicians with flags and penwigs.Indeed Raggles thought there was no such palace in all the world, and no such august family.
As luck would have it, Raggles' house in Curzon Street was to let when Rawdon and his wife returned to London.
The Colonel knew it and its owner quite well; the latter's connection with the Crawley family had been kept up constantly, for Raggles helped Mr.Bowls whenever Miss Crawley received friends.And the old man not only let his house to the Colonel but officiated as his butler whenever he had company; Mrs.Raggles operating in the kitchen below and sending up dinners of which old Miss Crawley herself might have approved.This was the way, then, Crawley got his house for nothing; for though Raggles had to pay taxes and rates, and the interest of the mortgage to the brother butler; and the insurance of his life; and the charges for his children at school; and the value of the meat and drink which his own family--and for a time that of Colonel Crawley too--consumed; and though the poor wretch was utterly ruined by the transaction, his children being flung on the streets, and himself driven into the Fleet Prison: yet somebody must pay even for gentlemen who live for nothing a year--and so it was this unlucky Raggles was made the representative of Colonel Crawley's defective capital.