'Come a little nearer, and I'll drop it on your skull, you dog,' said Quilp, with gleaming eyes; 'a little nearer--nearer yet.'
But the boy declined the invitation until his master was apparently a little off his guard, when he darted in and seizing the weapon tried to wrest it from his grasp.Quilp, who was as strong as a lion, easily kept his hold until the boy was tugging at it with his utmost power, when he suddenly let it go and sent him reeling backwards, so that he fell violently upon his head.the success of this manoeuvre tickled Mr Quilp beyond description, and he laughed and stamped upon the ground as at a most irresistible jest.
'Never mind,' said the boy, nodding his head and rubbing it at the same time; 'you see if ever I offer to strike anybody again because they say you're an uglier dwarf than can be seen anywheres for a penny, that's all.'
'Do you mean to say, I'm not, you dog?' returned Quilp.
'No!' retorted the boy.
'Then what do you fight on my wharf for, you villain?' said Quilp.
'Because he said so,' replied to boy, pointing to Kit, 'not because you an't.'
'Then why did he say,' bawled Kit, 'that Miss Nelly was ugly, and that she and my master was obliged to do whatever his master liked?
Why did he say that?'
'He said what he did because he's a fool, and you said what you did because you're very wise and clever--almost too clever to live, unless you're very careful of yourself, Kit.' said Quilp, with great suavity in his manner, but still more of quiet malice about his eyes and mouth.'Here's sixpence for you, Kit.Always speak the truth.
At all times, Kit, speak the truth.Lock the counting-house, you dog, and bring me the key.'
The other boy, to whom this order was addresed, did as he was told, and was rewarded for his partizanship in behalf of his master, by a dexterous rap on the nose with the key, which brought the water into his eyes.Then Mr Quilp departed with the child and Kit in a boat, and the boy revenged himself by dancing on his head at intervals on the extreme verge of the wharf, during the whole time they crossed the river.
There was only Mrs Quilp at home, and she, little expecting the return of her lord, was just composing herself for a refreshing slumber when the sound of his footsteps roused her.She had barely time to seem to be occupied in some needle-work, when he entered, accompanied by the child; having left Kit downstairs.
'Here's Nelly Trent, dear Mrs Quilp,' said her husband.'A glass of wine, my dear, and a biscuit, for she has had a long walk.She'll sit with you, my soul, while I write a letter.'
Mrs Quilp looked tremblingly in her spouse's face to know what this unusual courtesy might portend, and obedient to the summons she saw in his gesture, followed him into the next room.
'Mind what I say to you,' whispered Quilp.'See if you can get out of her anything about her grandfather, or what they do, or how they live, or what he tells her.I've my reasons for knowing, if I can.You women talk more freely to one another than you do to us, and you have a soft, mild way with you that'll win upon her.Do you hear?'
'Yes, Quilp.'
'Go then.What's the matter now?'
'Dear Quilp,' faltered his wife.'I love the child--if you could do without making me deceive her--'
The dwarf muttering a terrible oath looked round as if for some weapon with which to inflict condign punishment upon his disobedient wife.the submissive little woman hurriedly entreated him not to be angry, and promised to do as he bade her.
'Do you hear me,' whispered Quilp, nipping and pinching her arm;'worm yourself into her secrets; I know you can.I'm listening, recollect.If you're not sharp enough, I'll creak the door, and woe betide you if I have to creak it much.Go!'
Mrs Quilp departed according to order, and her amiable husband, ensconcing himself behind the partly opened door, and applying his ear close to it, began to listen with a face of great craftiness and attention.
Poor Mrs Quilp was thinking, however, in what manner to begin or what kind of inquiries she could make; and it was not until the door, creaking in a very urgent manner, warned her to proceed without further consideration, that the sound of her voice was heard.
'How very often you have come backwards and forwards lately to Mr Quilp, my dear.'
'I have said so to grandfather, a hundred times,' returned Nell innocently.
'And what has he said to that?'
'Only sighed, and dropped his head, and seemed so sad and wretched that if you could have seen him I am sure you must have cried; you could not have helped it more than I, I know.How that door creaks!'
'It often does.' returned Mrs Quilp, with an uneasy glance towards it.'But your grandfather--he used not to be so wretched?'
'Oh, no!' said the child eagerly, 'so different! We were once so happy and he so cheerful and contented! You cannot think what a sad change has fallen on us since.'
'I am very, very sorry, to hear you speak like this, my dear!' said Mrs Quilp.And she spoke the truth.
'Thank you,' returned the child, kissing her cheek, 'you are always kind to me, and it is a pleasure to talk to you.I can speak to no one else about him, but poor Kit.I am very happy still, I ought to feel happier perhaps than I do, but you cannot think how it grieves me sometimes to see him alter so.'
'He'll alter again, Nelly,' said Mrs Quilp, 'and be what he was before.'
'Oh, if God would only let that come about!' said the child with streaming eyes; 'but it is a long time now, since he first began to--Ithought I saw that door moving!'
'It's the wind,' said Mrs Quilp, fainly.'Began to ---'