The Great Hoggarty Diamond | Page 4

conversed on the subject, actually netted me a little green silk purse,
which she gave me (behind Hicks's hayrick, as you turn to the right up
Churchyard Lane)--which she gave me, I say, wrapped up in a bit of
silver paper. There was something in the purse, too, if the truth must be
known. First there was a thick curl of the glossiest blackest hair you
ever saw in your life, and next there was threepence: that is to say, the
half of a silver sixpence hanging by a little necklace of blue riband. Ah,
but I knew where the other half of the sixpence was, and envied that
happy bit of silver!
The last day of my holiday I was obliged, of course, to devote to Mrs.
Hoggarty. My aunt was excessively gracious; and by way of a treat
brought out a couple of bottles of the black currant, of which she made
me drink the greater part. At night when all the ladies assembled at her
party had gone off with their pattens and their maids, Mrs. Hoggarty,
who had made a signal to me to stay, first blew out three of the wax
candles in the drawing-room, and taking the fourth in her hand, went
and unlocked her escritoire.
I can tell you my heart beat, though I pretended to look quite

unconcerned.
"Sam my dear," said she, as she was fumbling with her keys, "take
another glass of Rosolio" (that was the name by which she baptised the
cursed beverage): "it will do you good." I took it, and you might have
seen my hand tremble as the bottle went click--click against the glass.
By the time I had swallowed it, the old lady had finished her operations
at the bureau, and was coming towards me, the wax-candle bobbing in
one hand and a large parcel in the other.
"Now's the time," thought I.
"Samuel, my dear nephew," said she, "your first name you received
from your sainted uncle, my blessed husband; and of all my nephews
and nieces, you are the one whose conduct in life has most pleased
me."
When you consider that my aunt herself was one of seven married
sisters, that all the Hoggarties were married in Ireland and mothers of
numerous children, I must say that the compliment my aunt paid me
was a very handsome one.
"Dear aunt," says I, in a slow agitated voice, "I have often heard you
say there were seventy-three of us in all, and believe me I do think your
high opinion of me very complimentary indeed: I'm unworthy of
it--indeed I am."
"As for those odious Irish people," says my aunt, rather sharply, "don't
speak of them, I hate them, and every one of their mothers" (the fact is,
there had been a lawsuit about Hoggarty's property); "but of all my
other kindred, you, Samuel, have been the most dutiful and affectionate
to me. Your employers in London give the best accounts of your
regularity and good conduct. Though you have had eighty pounds a
year (a liberal salary), you have not spent a shilling more than your
income, as other young men would; and you have devoted your month's
holidays to your old aunt, who, I assure you, is grateful."
"Oh, ma'am!" said I. It was all that I could utter.

"Samuel," continued she, "I promised you a present, and here it is. I
first thought of giving you money; but you are a regular lad; and don't
want it. You are above money, dear Samuel. I give you what I value
most in life--the p,--the po, the po-ortrait of my sainted Hoggarty"
(tears), "set in the locket which contains the valuable diamond that you
have often heard me speak of. Wear it, dear Sam, for my sake; and
think of that angel in heaven, and of your dear Aunt Susy."
She put the machine into my hands: it was about the size of the lid of a
shaving-box: and I should as soon have thought of wearing it as of
wearing a cocked-hat and pigtail. I was so disgusted and disappointed
that I really could not get out a single word.
When I recovered my presence of mind a little, I took the locket out of
the bit of paper (the locket indeed! it was as big as a barndoor padlock),
and slowly put it into my shirt. "Thank you, Aunt," said I, with
admirable raillery. "I shall always value this present for the sake of you,
who gave it me; and it will recall to me my uncle, and my thirteen aunts
in Ireland."
"I don't want you to wear it in THAT way!" shrieked Mrs. Hoggarty,
"with the hair of those odious carroty women. You must have their hair
removed."
"Then the