The stranger answered not; but, first looking back, as though to beckon to some unseen person outside, came, very deliberately, into the room, and was closely followed by a little man in brown, very much the worse for wear, who brought with him a mingled fumigation of stale tobacco and fresh onions. The clothes of this gentleman were much bespeckled with flue;and his shoes, stockings, and nether garments, from his heels to the waist buttons of his coat inclusive, were profusely embroidered with splashes of mud, caught a fortnight previously--before the setting-in of the fine weather.
Kate's very natural impression was, that these engaging individuals had called with the view of possessing themselves, unlawfully, of any portable articles that chanced to strike their fancy. She did not attempt to disguise her apprehensions, and made a move towards the door.
`Wait a minnit,' said the man in the green coat, closing it softly, and standing with his back against it. `This is a unpleasant bisness. Vere's your govvernor?'
`My what--did you say?' asked Kate, trembling; for she thought `governor'
might be slang for watch or money.
`Mister Muntlehiney,' said the man. `Wot's come on him? Is he at home?'
`He is abovestairs, I believe,' replied Kate, a little reassured by this inquiry. `Do you want him?'
`No,' replied the visitor. `I don't exactly want him, if it's made a favour on. You can jist give him that 'ere card, and tell him if he wants to speak to me , and save trouble, here I am; that's all.'
With these words, the stranger put a thick square card into Kate's hand, and, turning to his friend, remarked, with an easy air, `that the rooms was a good high pitch;' to which the friend assented, adding, by way of illustration, `that there was lots of room for a little boy to grow up a man in either on 'em, without much fear of his ever bringing his head into contract with the ceiling.'
After ringing the bell which would summon Madame Mantalini, Kate glanced at the card, and saw that it displayed the name of `Scaley,' together with some other information to which she had not had time to refer, when her attention was attracted by Mr Scaley himself, who, walking up to one of the cheval-glasses, gave it a hard poke in the centre with his stick, as coolly as if it had been made of cast iron.
`Good plate this here, Tix,' said Mr Scaley to his friend.
`Ah!' rejoined Mr Tix, placing the marks of his four fingers, and a duplicate impression of his thumb, on a piece of sky-blue silk; `and this here article warn't made for nothing, mind you.'
From the silk, Mr Tix transferred his admiration to some elegant articles of wearing apparel, while Mr Scaley adjusted his neckcloth, at leisure, before the glass, and afterwards, aided by its reflection, proceeded to the minute consideration of a pimple on his chin; in which absorbing occupation he was yet engaged, when Madame Mantalini, entering the room, uttered an exclamation of surprise which roused him.
`Oh! Is this the missis?' inquired Scaley.
`It is Madame Mantalini,' said Kate.
`Then,' said Mr Scaley, producing a small document from his pocket and unfolding it very slowly, `this is a writ of execution, and if it's not conwenient to settle we'll go over the house at wunst, please, and take the inwentory.'
Poor Madame Mantalini wrung her hands for grief, and rung the bell for her husband; which done, she fell into a chair and a fainting fit, simultaneously.
The professional gentlemen, however, were not at all discomposed by this event, for Mr Scaley, leaning upon a stand on which a handsome dress was displayed (so that his shoulders appeared above it, in nearly the same manner as the shoulders of the lady for whom it was designed would have done if she had had it on), pushed his hat on one side and scratched his head with perfect unconcern, while his friend Mr Tix, taking that opportunity for a general survey of the apartment preparatory to entering on business, stood with his inventory-book under his arm and his hat-in his hand, mentally occupied in putting a price upon every object within his range of vision.
Such was the posture of affairs when Mr Mantalini hurried in; and as that distinguished specimen had had a pretty extensive intercourse with Mr Scaley's fraternity in his bachelor days, and was, besides, very far from being taken by surprise on the present agitating occasion, he merely shrugged his shoulders, thrust his hands down to the bottom of his pockets, elevated his eyebrows, whistled a bar or two, swore an oath or two, and, sitting astride upon a chair, put the best face upon the matter with great composure and decency.
`What's the demd total?' was the first question he asked.
`Fifteen hundred and twenty-seven pound, four and ninepence ha'penny,'
replied Mr Scaley, without moving a limb.
`The halfpenny be demd,' said Mr Mantalini, impatiently.
`By all means if you vish it,' retorted Mr Scaley; `and the ninepence.'
`It don't matter to us if the fifteen hundred and twenty-seven pound went along with it, that I know on,' observed Mr Tix.
`Not a button,' said Scaley.
`Well,' said the same gentleman, alter a pause, `wot's to be done--anything?
Is it only a small crack, or a out-and-out smash? A break-up of the constitootion is it?--werry good. Then Mr Tom Tix, esk-vire, you must inform your angel wife and lovely family as you won't sleep at home for three nights to come, along of being in possession here. Wot's the good of the lady a fretting herself?' continued Mr Scaley, as Madame Mantalini sobbed. `A good half of wot's here isn't paid for, I des-say, and wot a consolation oughtn't that to be to her feelings!'
With these remarks, combing great pleasantry with sound moral encouragement under difficulties, Mr Scaley proceeded to take the inventory, in which delicate task he was materially assisted by the uncommon tact and experience of Mr Tix, the broker.
`My cup of happiness's sweetener,' said Mantalini, approaching his wife with a penitent air; `will you listen to me for two minutes?'
