Besides becoming in a short time a perfect marvel in all stable matters, Kit soon made himself a very tolerable gardener, a handy fellow within doors, and an indispensable attendant on Mr Abel, who every day gave him some new proof of his confidence and approbation.Mr Witherden the notary, too, regarded him with a friendly eye; and even Mr Chuckster would sometimes condescend to give him a slight nod, or to honour him with that peculiar form of recognition which is called 'taking a sight,' or to favour him with some other salute combining pleasantry with patronage.
One morning Kit drove Mr Abel to the Notary's office, as he sometimes did, and having set him down at the house, was about to drive off to a livery stable hard by, when this same Mr Chuckster emerged from the office door, and cried 'Woa-a-a-a-a-a!'--dwelling upon the note a long time, for the purpose of striking terror into the pony's heart, and asserting the supremacy of man over the inferior animals.
'Pull up, Snobby,' cried Mr Chuckster, addressing himself to Kit.
'You're wanted inside here.'
'Has Mr Abel forgotten anything, I wonder?' said Kit as he dismounted.
'Ask no questions, Snobby,' returned Mr Chuckster, 'but go and see.
Woa-a-a then, will you? If that pony was mine, I'd break him.'
'You must be very gentle with him, if you please,' said Kit, 'or you'll find him troublesome.You'd better not keep on pulling his ears, please.I know he won't like it.'
To this remonstrance Mr Chuckster deigned no other answer, than addressing Kit with a lofty and distant air as 'young feller,' and requesting him to cut and come again with all speed.The 'young feller' complying, Mr Chuckster put his hands in his pockets, and tried to look as if he were not minding the pony, but happened to be lounging there by accident.
Kit scraped his shoes very carefully (for he had not yet lost his reverence for the bundles of papers and the tin boxes,) and tapped at the office-door, which was quickly opened by the Notary himself.
'Oh! come in, Christopher,' said Mr Witherden.
'Is that the lad?' asked an elderly gentleman, but of a stout, bluff figure--who was in the room.
'That's the lad,' said Mr Witherden.'He fell in with my client, Mr Garland, sir, at this very door.I have reason to think he is a good lad, sir, and that you may believe what he says.Let me introduce Mr Abel Garland, sir--his young master; my articled pupil, sir, and most particular friend:--my most particular friend, sir,' repeated the Notary, drawing out his silk handkerchief and flourishing it about his face.
'Your servant, sir,' said the stranger gentleman.
'Yours, sir, I'm sure,' replied Mr Abel mildly.'You were wishing to speak to Christopher, sir?'
'Yes, I was.Have I your permission?'
'By all means.'
'My business is no secret; or I should rather say it need be no secret here,' said the stranger, observing that Mr Abel and the Notary were preparing to retire.'It relates to a dealer in curiosities with whom he lived, and in whom I am earnestly and warmly interested.I have been a stranger to this country, gentlemen, for very many years, and if I am deficient in form and ceremony, I hope you will forgive me.'
'No forgiveness is necessary, sir;--none whatever,' replied the Notary.And so said Mr Abel.
'I have been making inquiries in the neighbourhood in which his old master lived,' said the stranger, 'and I learn that he was served by this lad.I have found out his mother's house, and have been directed by her to this place as the nearest in which I should be likely to find him.That's the cause of my presenting myself here this morning.'
'I am very glad of any cause, sir,' said the Notary, 'which procures me the honour of this visit.'
'Sir,' retorted the stranger, 'you speak like a mere man of the world, and I think you something better.Therefore, pray do not sink your real character in paying unmeaning compliments to me.'
'Hem!' coughed the Notary.'You're a plain speaker, sir.'
'And a plain dealer,' returned the stranger.'It may be my long absence and inexperience that lead me to the conclusion; but if plain speakers are scarce in this part of the world, I fancy plain dealers are still scarcer.If my speaking should offend you, sir, my dealing, I hope, will make amends.'
Mr Witherden seemed a little disconcerted by the elderly gentleman's mode of conducting the dialogue; and as for Kit, he looked at him in open-mouthed astonishment: wondering what kind of language he would address to him, if he talked in that free and easy way to a Notary.It was with no harshness, however, though with something of constitutional irritability and haste, that he turned to Kit and said:
'If you think, my lad, that I am pursuing these inquiries with any other view than that of serving and reclaiming those I am in search of, you do me a very great wrong, and deceive yourself.Don't be deceived, I beg of you, but rely upon my assurance.The fact is, gentlemen,' he added, turning again to the Notary and his pupil, 'that I am in a very painful and wholly unexpected position.Icame to this city with a darling object at my heart, expecting to find no obstacle or difficulty in the way of its attainment.Ifind myself suddenly checked and stopped short, in the execution of my design, by a mystery which I cannot penetrate.Every effort Ihave made to penetrate it, has only served to render it darker and more obscure; and I am afraid to stir openly in the matter, lest those whom I anxiously pursue, should fly still farther from me.
I assure you that if you could give me any assistance, you would not be sorry to do so, if you knew how greatly I stand in need of it, and what a load it would relieve me from.'
There was a simplicity in this confidence which occasioned it to find a quick response in the breast of the good-natured Notary, who replied, in the same spirit, that the stranger had not mistaken his desire, and that if he could be of service to him, he would, most readily.
