A House to Let | Page 6

A couple of fierce brass lions
held it tight round his little throat; but a couple of the mildest Hares
might have done that, I am sure. "Sarah," he said, "I go. Expect me on
Monday evening, the Sixth, when perhaps you will give me a cup of
tea;--may I ask for no Green? Adieu!"
This was on a Thursday, the second of December. When I reflected that
Trottle would come back on Monday, too, I had My misgivings as to
the difficulty of keeping the two powers from open warfare, and indeed
I was more uneasy than I quite like to confess. However, the empty
House swallowed up that thought next morning, as it swallowed up

most other thoughts now, and the House quite preyed upon me all that
day, and all the Saturday.
It was a very wet Sunday: raining and blowing from morning to night.
When the bells rang for afternoon church, they seemed to ring in the
commotion of the puddles as well as in the wind, and they sounded
very loud and dismal indeed, and the street looked very dismal indeed,
and the House looked dismallest of all.
I was reading my prayers near the light, and my fire was growing in the
darkening window-glass, when, looking up, as I prayed for the
fatherless children and widows and all who were desolate and
oppressed,--I saw the Eye again. It passed in a moment, as it had done
before; but, this time, I was inwardly more convinced that I had seen it.
Well to be sure, I had a night that night! Whenever I closed my own
eyes, it was to see eyes. Next morning, at an unreasonably, and I should
have said (but for that railroad) an impossibly early hour, comes Trottle.
As soon as he had told me all about the Wells, I told him all about the
House. He listened with as great interest and attention as I could
possibly wish, until I came to Jabez Jarber, when he cooled in an
instant, and became opinionated.
"Now, Trottle," I said, pretending not to notice, "when Mr. Jarber
comes back this evening, we must all lay our heads together."
"I should hardly think that would be wanted, ma'am; Mr. Jarber's head
is surely equal to anything."
Being determined not to notice, I said again, that we must all lay our
heads together.
"Whatever you order, ma'am, shall be obeyed. Still, it cannot be
doubted, I should think, that Mr. Jarber's head is equal, if not superior,
to any pressure that can be brought to bear upon it."
This was provoking; and his way, when he came in and out all through
the day, of pretending not to see the House to Let, was more provoking
still. However, being quite resolved not to notice, I gave no sign
whatever that I did notice. But, when evening came, and he showed in
Jarber, and, when Jarber wouldn't be helped off with his cloak, and
poked his cane into cane chair-backs and china ornaments and his own
eye, in trying to unclasp his brazen lions of himself (which he couldn't
do, after all), I could have shaken them both.
As it was, I only shook the tea-pot, and made the tea. Jarber had

brought from under his cloak, a roll of paper, with which he had
triumphantly pointed over the way, like the Ghost of Hamlet's Father
appearing to the late Mr. Kemble, and which he had laid on the table.
"A discovery?" said I, pointing to it, when he was seated, and had got
his tea-cup.--"Don't go, Trottle."
"The first of a series of discoveries," answered Jarber. "Account of a
former tenant, compiled from the Water Rate, and Medical Man."
"Don't go, Trottle," I repeated. For, I saw him making imperceptibly to
the door.
"Begging your pardon, ma'am, I might be in Mr. Jarber's way?"
Jarber looked that he decidedly thought he might be. I relieved myself
with a good angry croak, and said--always determined not to notice:
"Have the goodness to sit down, if you please, Trottle. I wish you to
hear this."
Trottle bowed in the stiffest manner, and took the remotest chair he
could find. Even that, he moved close to the draught from the keyhole
of the door.
"Firstly," Jarber began, after sipping his tea, "would my Sophon--"
"Begin again, Jarber," said I.
"Would you be much surprised, if this House to Let should turn out to
be the property of a relation of your own?"
"I should indeed be very much surprised."
"Then it belongs to your first cousin (I learn, by the way, that he is ill at
this time) George Forley."
"Then that is a bad beginning. I cannot deny that George Forley stands
in the relation of first cousin to