Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens (1860-1861) - Chapter 41
Chapter XLI
In vain should I attempt to describe the astonishment
and disquiet of Herbert, when he and I and Provis sat down before the fire, and
I recounted the whole of the secret. Enough, that I saw my own feelings
reflected in Herbert's face, and not least among them, my repugnance towards the
man who had done so much for me.
What would alone have set a division between that man
and us, if there had been no other dividing circumstance, was his triumph in my
story. Saving his troublesome sense of having been "low' on one occasion
since his return,--on which point he began to hold forth to Herbert, the moment
my revelation was finished,--he had no perception of the possibility of my
finding any fault with my good fortune. His boast that he had made me a
gentleman, and that he had come to see me support the character on his ample
resources, was made for me quite as much as for himself. And that it was a
highly agreeable boast to both of us, and that we must both be very proud of it,
was a conclusion quite established in his own mind.
"Though, look'ee here, Pip's comrade," he said
to Herbert, after having discoursed for some time, "I know very well that
once since I come back--for half a minute--I've been low. I said to Pip, I
knowed as I had been low. But don't you fret yourself on that score. I ain't
made Pip a gentleman, and Pip ain't a going to make you a gentleman, not fur me
not to know what's due to ye both. Dear boy, and Pip's comrade, you two may
count upon me always having a gen-teel muzzle on. Muzzled I have been since that
half a minute when I was betrayed into lowness, muzzled I am at the present
time, muzzled I ever will be."
Herbert said, "Certainly," but looked as if
there were no specific consolation in this, and remained perplexed and dismayed.
We were anxious for the time when he would go to his lodging and leave us
together, but he was evidently jealous of leaving us together, and sat late. It
was midnight before I took him round to Essex Street, and saw him safely in at
his own dark door. When it closed upon him, I experienced the first moment of
relief I had known since the night of his arrival.
Never quite free from an uneasy remembrance of the man
on the stairs, I had always looked about me in taking my guest out after dark,
and in bringing him back; and I looked about me now. Difficult as it is in a
large city to avoid the suspicion of being watched, when the mind is conscious
of danger in that regard, I could not persuade myself that any of the people
within sight cared about my movements. The few who were passing passed on their
several ways, and the street was empty when I turned back into the Temple.
Nobody had come out at the gate with us, nobody went in at the gate with me. As
I crossed by the fountain, I saw his lighted back windows looking bright and
quiet, and, when I stood for a few moments in the doorway of the building where
I lived, before going up the stairs, Garden Court was as still and lifeless as
the staircase was when I ascended it.
Herbert received me with open arms, and I had never felt
before so blessedly what it is to have a friend. When he had spoken some sound
words of sympathy and encouragement, we sat down to consider the question, What
was to be done?
The chair that Provis had occupied still remaining where
it had Stood,--for he had a barrack way with him of hanging about one spot, in
one unsettled manner, and going through one round of observances with his pipe
and his negro-head and his jackknife and his pack of cards, and what not, as if
it were all put down for him on a slate,--I say his chair remaining where it had
stood, Herbert unconsciously took it, but next moment started out of it, pushed
it away, and took another. He had no occasion to say after that that he had
conceived an aversion for my patron, neither had I occasion to confess my own.
We interchanged that confidence without shaping a syllable.
"What," said I to Herbert, when he was safe in
another chair,--"what is to be done?"
"My poor dear Handel," he replied, holding his
head, "I am too stunned to think."
"So was I, Herbert, when the blow first fell.
Still, something must be done. He is intent upon various new expenses,--horses,
and carriages, and lavish appearances of all kinds. He must be stopped
somehow."
"You mean that you can't accept--"
"How can I?" I interposed, as Herbert paused.
"Think of him! Look at him!"
An involuntary shudder passed over both of us.
"Yet I am afraid the dreadful truth is, Herbert,
that he is attached to me, strongly attached to me. Was there ever such a
fate!"
"My poor dear Handel," Herbert repeated.
"Then," said I, "after all, stopping
short here, never taking another penny from him, think what I owe him already!
Then again: I am heavily in debt,--very heavily for me, who have now no
expectations,--and I have been bred to no calling, and I am fit for
nothing."
"Well, well, well!" Herbert remonstrated.
"Don't say fit for nothing."
"What am I fit for? I know only one thing that I am
fit for, and that is, to go for a soldier. And I might have gone, my dear
Herbert, but for the prospect of taking counsel with your friendship and
affection."
Of course I broke down there: and of course Herbert,
beyond seizing a warm grip of my hand, pretended not to know it.
"Anyhow, my dear Handel," said he presently,
"soldiering won't do. If you were to renounce this patronage and these
favors, I suppose you would do so with some faint hope of one day repaying what
you have already had. Not very strong, that hope, if you went soldiering!
Besides, it's absurd. You would be infinitely better in Clarriker's house, small
as it is. I am working up towards a partnership, you know."
Poor fellow! He little suspected with whose money.
"But there is another question," said Herbert.
"This is an ignorant, determined man, who has long had one fixed idea. More
than that, he seems to me (I may misjudge him) to be a man of a desperate and
fierce character."
"I know he is," I returned. "Let me tell
you what evidence I have seen of it." And I told him what I had not
mentioned in my narrative, of that encounter with the other convict.
"See, then," said Herbert; "think of
this! He comes here at the peril of his life, for the realization of his fixed
idea. In the moment of realization, after all his toil and waiting, you cut the
ground from under his feet, destroy his idea, and make his gains worthless to
him. Do you see nothing that he might do, under the disappointment?"
"I have seen it, Herbert, and dreamed of it, ever
since the fatal night of his arrival. Nothing has been in my thoughts so
distinctly as his putting himself in the way of being taken."
"Then you may rely upon it," said Herbert,
"that there would be great danger of his doing it. That is his power over
you as long as he remains in England, and that would be his reckless course if
you forsook him."
I was so struck by the horror of this idea, which had
weighed upon me from the first, and the working out of which would make me
regard myself, in some sort, as his murderer, that I could not rest in my chair,
but began pacing to and fro. I said to Herbert, meanwhile, that even if Provis
were recognized and taken, in spite of himself, I should be wretched as the
cause, however innocently. Yes; even though I was so wretched in having him at
large and near me, and even though I would far rather have worked at the forge
all the days of my life than I would ever have come to this!
But there was no staving off the question, What was to
be done?
"The first and the main thing to be done,"
said Herbert, "is to get him out of England. You will have to go with him,
and then he may be induced to go."
"But get him where I will, could I prevent his
coming back?"
"My good Handel, is it not obvious that with
Newgate in the next street, there must be far greater hazard in your breaking
your mind to him and making him reckless, here, than elsewhere. If a pretext to
get him away could be made out of that other convict, or out of anything else in
his life, now."
"There, again!" said I, stopping before
Herbert, with my open hands held out, as if they contained the desperation of
the case. "I know nothing of his life. It has almost made me mad to sit
here of a night and see him before me, so bound up with my fortunes and
misfortunes, and yet so unknown to me, except as the miserable wretch who
terrified me two days in my childhood!"
Herbert got up, and linked his arm in mine, and we
slowly walked to and fro together, studying the carpet.
"Handel," said Herbert, stopping, "you
feel convinced that you can take no further benefits from him; do you?"
"Fully. Surely you would, too, if you were in my
place?"
"And you feel convinced that you must break with
him?"
"Herbert, can you ask me?"
"And you have, and are bound to have, that
tenderness for the life he has risked on your account, that you must save him,
if possible, from throwing it away. Then you must get him out of England before
you stir a finger to extricate yourself. That done, extricate yourself, in
Heaven's name, and we'll see it out together, dear old boy."
It was a comfort to shake hands upon it, and walk up and
down again, with only that done.
"Now, Herbert," said I, "with reference
to gaining some knowledge of his history. There is but one way that I know of. I
must ask him point blank."
"Yes. Ask him," said Herbert, "when we
sit at breakfast in the morning." For he had said, on taking leave of
Herbert, that he would come to breakfast with us.
With this project formed, we went to bed. I had the
wildest dreams concerning him, and woke unrefreshed; I woke, too, to recover the
fear which I had lost in the night, of his being found out as a returned
transport. Waking, I never lost that fear.
He came round at the appointed time, took out his
jackknife, and sat down to his meal. He was full of plans "for his
gentleman's coming out strong, and like a gentleman," and urged me to begin
speedily upon the pocket-book which he had left in my possession. He considered
the chambers and his own lodging as temporary residences, and advised me to look
out at once for a "fashionable crib" near Hyde Park, in which he could
have "a shake-down." When he had made an end of his breakfast, and was
wiping his knife on his leg, I said to him, without a word of preface,--
"After you were gone last night, I told my friend of the struggle that the
soldiers found you engaged in on the marshes, when we came up. You
remember?"
"Remember!" said he. "I think so!"
"We want to know something about that man--and
about you. It is strange to know no more about either, and particularly you,
than I was able to tell last night. Is not this as good a time as another for
our knowing more?"
"Well!" he said, after consideration.
"You're on your oath, you know, Pip's comrade?"
"Assuredly," replied Herbert.
"As to anything I say, you know," he insisted.
"The oath applies to all."
"I understand it to do so."
"And look'ee here! Wotever I done is worked out and
paid for," he insisted again.
"So be it."
He took out his black pipe and was going to fill it with
negro-head, when, looking at the tangle of tobacco in his hand, he seemed to
think it might perplex the thread of his narrative. He put it back again, stuck
his pipe in a button-hole of his coat, spread a hand on each knee, and after
turning an angry eye on the fire for a few silent moments, looked round at us
and said what follows.