The individual at the desk rose and departed, closing the dooras he went out.Mr.Crimsworth stirred the fire, then folded his arms, and sat a moment thinking, his lips compressed, his brow knit.I had nothing to do but to watch him—how well his features were cut! what a handsome man he was! Whence, then, came that air of contraction—that narrow and hard aspect on his forehead, in all his lineaments?
Turning to me he began abruptly:—
“You are come down to —shire to learn to be a tradesman?” “Yes, I am.”
“Have you made up your mind on the point? Let me know that at once.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I am not bound to help you, but I have a place here vacant, if you are qualified for it.I will take you on trial.What can you do? Do you know anything besides that useless trash of college learning—Greek, Latin, and so forth?”
“I have studied mathematics.” “Stuff! I dare say you have.”
“I can read and write French and German.”
“Hum!” He reflected a moment, then opening a drawer in a desk near him took out a letter, and gave it to me.
“Can you read that?” he asked.
It was a German commercial letter; I translated it; I could not tell whether he was gratified or not—his countenance remained fixed.
“It is well,” he said, after a pause, “that you are acquaintedwith something useful, something that may enable you to earn your board and lodging: since you know French and German, I will take you as second clerk to manage the foreign correspondence of the house.I shall give you a good salary—?90 a year—and now,” he continued, raising his voice, “hear once for all what I have to say about our relationship, and all that sort of humbug! I must have no nonsense on that point; it would never suit me.I shall excuse you nothing on the plea of being my brother; if I find you stupid, negligent, dissipated, idle, or possessed of any faults detrimental to the interests of the house, I shall dismiss you as I would any other clerk.Ninety pounds a year are good wages, and I expect to have the full value of my money out of you; remember, too, that things are on a practical footing in my establishment—business-like habits, feelings, and ideas, suit me best.Do you understand?”
“Partly,” I replied.“I suppose you mean that I am to do my work for my wages; not to expect favour from you, and not to depend on you for any help but what I earn; that suits me exactly, and on these terms I will consent to be your clerk.”
I turned on my heel, and walked to the window; this time I did not consult his face to learn his opinion: what it was I do not know, nor did I then care.After a silence of some minutes herecommenced:—
“You perhaps expect to be accommodated with apartments at Crimsworth Hall, and to go and come with me in the gig.I wish you, however, to be aware that such an arrangement would be quite inconvenient to me.I like to have the seat in my gig at liberty for any gentleman whom for business reasons I may wish to take down to the hall for a night or so.You will seek out lodgings in X—.”
Quitting the window, I walked back to the hearth.
“Of course I shall seek out lodgings in X—,” I answered.“It would not suit me either to lodge at Crimsworth Hall.”
My tone was quiet.I always speak quietly.Yet Mr.Crimsworth’s blue eye became incensed; he took his revenge rather oddly.Turning to me he said bluntly—“You are poor enough, I suppose; how do you expect to live till your quarter’s salary becomes due?”
“I shall get on,” said I.
“How do you expect to live?” he repeated in a louder voice.“As I can, Mr.Crimsworth.”
“Get into debt at your peril! that’s all,” he answered.“For aught I know you may have extravagant aristocratic habits: if you have, drop them; I tolerate nothing of the sort here, and I will never give you a shilling extra, whatever liabilities you may incur—mind that.”
“Yes, Mr.Crimsworth, you will find I have a good memory.”
I said no more.I did not think the time was come for much parley.I had an instinctive feeling that it would be folly to let one’s temper effervesce often with such a man as Edward.I said to myself, “I will place my cup under this continual dropping; it shallstand there still and steady; when full, it will run over of itself— meantime patience.Two things are certain.I am capable of performing the work Mr.Crimsworth has set me; I can earn my wages conscientiously, and those wages are sufficient to enable me to live.As to the fact of my brother assuming towards me the bearing of a proud, harsh master, the fault is his, not mine; and shall his injustice, his bad feeling, turn me at once aside from the path I have chosen? No; at least, ere I deviate, I will advance far enough to see whither my career tends.As yet I am only pressing in at the entrance—a strait gate enough; it ought to have a good terminus.” While I thus reasoned, Mr.Crimsworth rang a bell; his first clerk, the individual dismissed previously to our conference, re-entered.
“Mr.Steighton,” said he, “show Mr.William the letters from Voss Brothers, and give him English copies of the answers; he will translate them.”
Mr.Steighton, a man of about thirty-five, with a face at once sly and heavy, hastened to execute this order; he laid the letters on the desk, and I was soon seated at it, and engaged in rendering the English answers into German.A sentiment of keen pleasure accompanied this first effort to earn my own living—a sentiment neither poisoned nor weakened by the presence of the taskmaster, who stood and watched me for some time as I wrote.I thought he was trying to read my character, but I felt as secure against his scrutiny as if I had had on a casque with the visor down-or rather I showed him my countenance with the confidence that one would show an unlearned man a letter written in Greek; he might see lines, and trace characters, but he could make nothing of them; my nature was not his nature, and its signs were to him like the wordsof an unknown tongue.Ere long he turned away abruptly, as if baffled, and left the counting-house; he returned to it but twice in the course of that day; each time he mixed and swallowed a glass of brandy-and-water, the materials for making which he extracted from a cupboard on one side of the fireplace; having glanced at my translations—he could read both French and German—he went out again in silence.
