'It isn't funny at all,' repeated Mrs Jarley.'It's calm and--what's that word again--critical? --no--classical, that's it--it's calm and classical.No low beatings and knockings about, no jokings and squeakings like your precious Punches, but always the same, with a constantly unchanging air of coldness and gentility;and so like life, that if wax-work only spoke and walked about, you'd hardly know the difference.I won't go so far as to say, that, as it is, I've seen wax-work quite like life, but I've certainly seen some life that was exactly like wax-work.'
'Is it here, ma'am?' asked Nell, whose curiosity was awakened by this description.
'Is what here, child?'
'The wax-work, ma'am.'
'Why, bless you, child, what are you thinking of? How could such a collection be here, where you see everything except the inside of one little cupboard and a few boxes? It's gone on in the other wans to the assembly-rooms, and there it'll be exhibited the day after to-morrow.You are going to the same town, and you'll see it I dare say.It's natural to expect that you'll see it, and I've no doubt you will.I suppose you couldn't stop away if you was to try ever so much.'
'I shall not be in the town, I think, ma'am,' said the child.
'Not there!' cried Mrs Jarley.'Then where will you be?'
'I--I--don't quite know.I am not certain.'
'You don't mean to say that you're travelling about the country without knowing where you're going to?' said the lady of the caravan.'What curious people you are! What line are you in? You looked to me at the races, child, as if you were quite out of your element, and had got there by accident.'
'We were there quite by accident,' returned Nell, confused by this abrupt questioning.'We are poor people, ma'am, and are only wandering about.We have nothing to do;--I wish we had.'
'You amaze me more and more,' said Mrs Jarley, after remaining for some time as mute as one of her own figures.'Why, what do you call yourselves? Not beggars?'
'Indeed, ma'am, I don't know what else we are,' returned the child.
'Lord bless me,' said the lady of the caravan.'I never heard of such a thing.Who'd have thought it!'
She remained so long silent after this exclamation, that Nell feared she felt her having been induced to bestow her protection and conversation upon one so poor, to be an outrage upon her dignity that nothing could repair.This persuasion was rather confirmed than otherwise by the tone in which she at length broke silence and said,'And yet you can read.And write too, I shouldn't wonder?'
'Yes, ma'am,' said the child, fearful of giving new offence by the confession.
'Well, and what a thing that is,' returned Mrs Jarley.'I can't!'
Nell said 'indeed' in a tone which might imply, either that she was reasonably surprised to find the genuine and only Jarley, who was the delight of the Nobility and Gentry and the peculiar pet of the Royal Family, destitute of these familiar arts; or that she presumed so great a lady could scarcely stand in need of such ordinary accomplishments.In whatever way Mrs Jarley received the response, it did not provoke her to further questioning, or tempt her into any more remarks at the time, for she relapsed into a thoughtful silence, and remained in that state so long that Nell withdrew to the other window and rejoined her grandfather, who was now awake.
At length the lady of the caravan shook off her fit of meditation, and, summoning the driver to come under the window at which she was seated, held a long conversation with him in a low tone of voice, as if she were asking his advice on an important point, and discussing the pros and cons of some very weighty matter.This conference at length concluded, she drew in her head again, and beckoned Nell to approach.
'And the old gentleman too,' said Mrs Jarley; 'for I want to have a word with him.Do you want a good situation for your grand-daughter, master? If you do, I can put her in the way of getting one.What do you say?'
'I can't leave her,' answered the old man.'We can't separate.
What would become of me without her?'
'I should have thought you were old enough to take care of yourself, if you ever will be,' retorted Mrs Jarley sharply.
'But he never will be,' said the child in an earnest whisper.'Ifear he never will be again.Pray do not speak harshly to him.We are very thankful to you,' she added aloud; 'but neither of us could part from the other if all the wealth of the world were halved between us.'
Mrs Jarley was a little disconcerted by this reception of her proposal, and looked at the old man, who tenderly took Nell's hand and detained it in his own, as if she could have very well dispensed with his company or even his earthly existence.After an awkward pause, she thrust her head out of the window again, and had another conference with the driver upon some point on which they did not seem to agree quite so readily as on their former topic of discussion; but they concluded at last, and she addressed the grandfather again.