30 DICKENSIAN CHRISTMAS CLASSICS: Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated Edition). Charles Dickens

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      'There'll be another job for Snitchey and Craggs, I suppose,' he observed, puffing slowly at his pipe. 'More witnessing for you and me, perhaps, Clemmy!'

      'Lor!' replied his fair companion, with her favourite twist of her favourite joints. 'I wish it was me, Britain!'

      'Wish what was you?'

      'A-going to be married,' said Clemency.

      Benjamin took his pipe out of his mouth and laughed heartily. 'Yes! you're a likely subject for that!' he said. 'Poor Clem!' Clemency for her part laughed as heartily as he, and seemed as much amused by the idea. 'Yes,' she assented, 'I'm a likely subject for that; an't I?'

      'You'll never be married, you know,' said Mr. Britain, resuming his pipe.

      'Don't you think I ever shall though?' said Clemency, in perfect good faith.

      Mr. Britain shook his head. 'Not a chance of it!'

      'Only think!' said Clemency. 'Well!—I suppose you mean to, Britain, one of these days; don't you?'

      A question so abrupt, upon a subject so momentous, required consideration. After blowing out a great cloud of smoke, and looking at it with his head now on this side and now on that, as if it were actually the question, and he were surveying it in various aspects, Mr. Britain replied that he wasn't altogether clear about it, but—ye-es—he thought he might come to that at last.

      'I wish her joy, whoever she may be!' cried Clemency.

      'Oh she'll have that,' said Benjamin, 'safe enough.'

      'But she wouldn't have led quite such a joyful life as she will lead, and wouldn't have had quite such a sociable sort of husband as she will have,' said Clemency, spreading herself half over the table, and staring retrospectively at the candle, 'if it hadn't been for—not that I went to do it, for it was accidental, I am sure—if it hadn't been for me; now would she, Britain?'

      'Certainly not,' returned Mr. Britain, by this time in that high state of appreciation of his pipe, when a man can open his mouth but a very little way for speaking purposes; and sitting luxuriously immovable in his chair, can afford to turn only his eyes towards a companion, and that very passively and gravely. 'Oh! I'm greatly beholden to you, you know, Clem.'

      'Lor, how nice that is to think of!' said Clemency.

      At the same time, bringing her thoughts as well as her sight to bear upon the candle-grease, and becoming abruptly reminiscent of its healing qualities as a balsam, she anointed her left elbow with a plentiful application of that remedy.

      'You see I've made a good many investigations of one sort and another in my time,' pursued Mr. Britain, with the profundity of a sage, 'having been always of an inquiring turn of mind; and I've read a good many books about the general Rights of things and Wrongs of things, for I went into the literary line myself, when I began life.'

      'Did you though!' cried the admiring Clemency.

      'Yes,' said Mr. Britain: 'I was hid for the best part of two years behind a bookstall, ready to fly out if anybody pocketed a volume; and after that, I was light porter to a stay and mantua maker, in which capacity I was employed to carry about, in oilskin baskets, nothing but deceptions—which soured my spirits and disturbed my confidence in human nature; and after that, I heard a world of discussions in this house, which soured my spirits fresh; and my opinion after all is, that, as a safe and comfortable sweetener of the same, and as a pleasant guide through life, there's nothing like a nutmeg-grater.'

      Clemency was about to offer a suggestion, but he stopped her by anticipating it.

      'Com-bined,' he added gravely, 'with a thimble.'

      'Do as you wold, you know, and cetrer, eh!' observed Clemency, folding her arms comfortably in her delight at this avowal, and patting her elbows. 'Such a short cut, an't it?'

      'I'm not sure,' said Mr. Britain, 'that it's what would be considered good philosophy. I've my doubts about that; but it wears well, and saves a quantity of snarling, which the genuine article don't always.'

      'See how you used to go on once, yourself, you know!' said Clemency.

      'Ah!' said Mr. Britain. 'But the most extraordinary thing, Clemmy, is that I should live to be brought round, through you. That's the strange part of it. Through you! Why, I suppose you haven't so much as half an idea in your head.'

      Clemency, without taking the least offence, shook it, and laughed and hugged herself, and said, 'No, she didn't suppose she had.'

      'I'm pretty sure of it,' said Mr. Britain.

      'Oh! I dare say you're right,' said Clemency. 'I don't pretend to none. I don't want any.'

      Benjamin took his pipe from his lips, and laughed till the tears ran down his face. 'What a natural you are, Clemmy!' he said, shaking his head, with an infinite relish of the joke, and wiping his eyes. Clemency, without the smallest inclination to dispute it, did the like, and laughed as heartily as he.

      'I can't help liking you,' said Mr. Britain; 'you're a regular good creature in your way, so shake hands, Clem. Whatever happens, I'll always take notice of you, and be a friend to you.'

      'Will you?' returned Clemency. 'Well! that's very good of you.'

      'Yes, yes,' said Mr. Britain, giving her his pipe to knock the ashes out of it; 'I'll stand by you. Hark! That's a curious noise!'

      'Noise!' repeated Clemency.

      'A footstep outside. Somebody dropping from the wall, it sounded like,' said Britain. 'Are they all abed up-stairs?'

      'Yes, all abed by this time,' she replied.

      'Didn't you hear anything?'

      'No.'

      They both listened, but heard nothing.

      'I tell you what,' said Benjamin, taking down a lantern. 'I'll have a look round, before I go to bed myself, for satisfaction's sake. Undo the door while I light this, Clemmy.'

      Clemency complied briskly; but observed as she did so, that he would only have his walk for his pains, that it was all his fancy, and so forth. Mr. Britain said 'very likely;' but sallied out, nevertheless, armed with the poker, and casting the light of the lantern far and near in all directions.

      'It's as quiet as a churchyard,' said Clemency, looking after him; 'and almost as ghostly too!'

      Glancing back into the kitchen, she cried fearfully, as a light figure stole into her view, 'What's that!'

      'Hush!' said Marion in an agitated whisper. 'You have always loved me, have you not!'

      'Loved you, child! You may be sure I have.'

      'I am sure. And I may trust you, may I not? There is no one else just now, in whom I can trust.'

      'Yes,' said Clemency, with all her heart.

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