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CHAPTER XXX

Relates what Olivers new visitors thought of him.

WITH MANY LOQUACIOUS ASSURANCES THAT THEY WOULD BE agreeably surprised in the aspect of the criminal, the doctor drew the young ladys arm through one of his, and offering his disengaged hand to Mrs. Maylie, led them, with much ceremony and stateliness, upstairs.

“Now, said the doctor, in a whisper, as he softly turned the handle of the bed-room door, “let us hear what you think of him. He has not been shaved very recently, but he dont look at all ferocious notwithstanding. Stop, though! Let me first see that he is in visiting order.

Stepping before them, he looked into the room. Motioning them to advance, he closed the door when they had entered, and gently drew back the curtains of the bed. Upon it, in lieu of the dogged, black-visaged ruffian they had expected to behold, there lay a mere child, worn with pain and exhaustion, and sunk into deep sleep. His wounded arm, bound and splintered up, was crossed upon his breast his head reclined upon the other arm, which was half hidden by his long hair as it streamed over the pillow.

The honest gentleman held the curtain in his hand and looked on for a minute or so in silence. Whilst he was watching the patient thus, the younger lady glided softly past and, seating herself in a chair by the bedside, gathered Olivers hair from his face. As she stooped over him, her tears fell upon his forehead.

The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life which vanish like a breath which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.

“What can this mean? exclaimed the elder lady. “This poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!

“Vice, sighed the surgeon, replacing the curtain, “takes up her abode in many temples and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?

“But at so early an age! urged Rose.

“My dear young lady, rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head “crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.

“But, can you—oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society? said Rose.

The surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment.

“But even if he has been wicked, pursued Rose, “think how young he is think that he may never have known a mothers love or the comfort of a home, that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercys sake, think of this before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection. but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!

“My dear love, said the elder lady, as she folded the weeping girl to her bosom, “do you think I would harm a hair on his head?

“Oh, no! replied Rose, eagerly.

“No, surely, said the old lady “my days are drawing to their close and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?

“Let me think, maam, said the doctor “let me think.

Mr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets and took sev- , eral turns up and down the room, often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of “Ive got it now and “no, I havent, and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt and spoke as follows

“I think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You dont object to that?

“Unless there is some other way of preserving the child, replied Mrs. Maylie.

“There is no other, said the doctor. “No other, take my word for it.

“Then my aunt invests you with full power, said Rose, smiling through her tears “but pray dont be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.

“You seem to think, retorted the doctor, “that everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted to-day except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so as the present.

“You are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself, returned Rose, blushing.

“Well, said the doctor, laughing heartily, “that is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he mustnt be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation—that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if. from what he says. we judge. and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one which is more than possible. he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part. at all events.

“Oh no. aunt! entreated Rose.

“Oh yes, aunt! said the doctor. “Is it a bargain?

“He cannot be hardened in vice, said Rose “it is impossible.

“Very good. retorted the doctor “then so much the more reason for acceding to my proposition.

Finally the treaty was entered into and the parties thereunto sat down to wait, with some impatience, until Oliver should awake.

The patient of the two ladies was destined to undergo a longer trial than Mr. Losberne had led them to expect for hour after hour passed on, and still Oliver slumbered heavily. It was evening, indeed, before the kind-hearted doctor brought them the intelligence that he was at length sufficiently restored to be spoken to. The boy was very ill, he said, and weak from the loss of blood but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to disclose something, that he deemed it better to give him the opportunity than to insist upon his remaining quiet until next morning, which he should otherwise have done.

The conference was a long one. Oliver told them all his simple history, and was often compelled to stop, by pain and want of strength. It was a solemn thing, to hear, in the darkened room, the feeble voice of the sick child recounting a weary catalogue of evils and calamities which hard men had brought upon him. Oh! if when we oppress and grind our fellow-creatures, we bestowed but one thought on the dark evidences of human error, which, like dense and heavy clouds, are rising, slowly it is true, but not less surely, to Heaven, to pour their after-vengeance on our heads—if we heard but one instant, in imagination, the deep testimony of dead mens voices, which no power can stifle, and no pride shut out—where would be the injury and injustice, the suffering, misery, cruelty, and wrong, that each days life brings with it!

Olivers pillow was smoothed by gentle hands that night and loveliness and virtue watched him as he slept. He felt calm and happy, and could have died without a murmur.

The momentous interview was no sooner concluded, and Oliver composed to rest again, than the doctor, after wiping his eyes, and condemning them for being weak all at once, betook himself downstairs to open upon Mr. Giles., And finding nobody about the parlours, it occurred to him that he could perhaps originate the proceedings with better effect in the kitchen so into the kitchen he went.

There were assembled, in that lower house of the domestic parliament, the women-servants, Mr. Brittles, Mr. Giles, the tinker who had received a special invitation to regale himself for the remainder of the day, in consideration of his services, and the constable. The latter gentleman had a large staff, a large head, large features, and large half-boots and he looked as if he had been taking a proportionate allowance of ale—as indeed he had.

The adventures of the previous night were still under discussion for Mr. Giles was expatiating upon his presence of mind when the doctor entered Mr. Brittles, with a mug of ale in his hand, was corroborating everything before his superior said it.

“Sit still! said the doctor, waving his hand.

“Thank you, sir, said Mr. Giles. “Misses wished some ale to be given out, sir and as I felt no ways inclined for my own little room, sir, and was disposed for company, I am taking mine among em here.

Brittles headed a low murmur by which the ladies and gentlemen generally were understood to express the gratification they derived from Mr. Giless condescension. Mr. Giles looked round with a patronizing air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them.

“How is the patient tonight, sir? asked Giles.

“So-so, returned the doctor. “I am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.

“I hope you dont mean to say, sir, said Mr. Giles, trembling, “that hes going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldnt cut a boy off—no. not even Brittles here—not for all the plate in the county, sir.

“Thats not the point, said the doctor, mysteriously. “Mr. Giles, are you a Protestant?

“Yes, sir, I hope so, faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.

“And what are you, boy? said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.

“Lord bless me, sir! replied Brittles, starting violently “Im—the same as Mr. Giles, sir.

“Then tell me this, said the doctor, “both of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!

The doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction.

“Pay attention to the reply, constable, will you? said the doctor, shaking his forefinger with great solemnity of manner, and tapping the bridge of his nose with it, to bespeak the exercise of that worthys.utmost acuteness. “Something may come of this before long.

The constable looked as wise as he could, and took up his staff of office, which had been reclining indolently in the chimney-corner.

“Its a simple question of identity, you will observe, said the doctor.

“Thats what it is, sir, replied the constable, coughing with great violence for he had finished his ale in a hurry, and some of it had gone the wrong way.

“Heres a house broken into, said the doctor, “and a couple of men catch one moments glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder-smoke and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Heres a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him—by doing which, they place his life in great danger—and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact if not, in what situation do they place themselves?

The constable nodded profoundly. He said, if that wasnt law, he would be glad to know what was.

“I ask you again, thundered the doctor, “are you, on your solemn oaths, able to identify that boy?

Brittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen the doctor glanced keenly round—when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment the sound of wheels.

“Its the runners! cried Brittles, to all appearance much relieved.

“The what? exclaimed the doctor, aghast in his turn.

“The Bow Street officers, sir, replied Brittles, taking up a candle “me and Mr. Giles sent for em this morning.

“What? cried the doctor.

“Yes, replied Brittles “I sent a message, up by the coachman, and I only wonder they werent here before, sir.

“You did, did you? Then confound your—slow coaches down here thats all, said the doctor, walking away.