"The bis'ness, Samivel," replied the old gentleman, "goodvill, stock, and fixters, vill be sold by private contract; and out o' the money, two hundred pound, agreeable to a rekvest o' your mother-in-law's to me a little afore she died, vill be inwested in your name in--wot do you call them things agin?""Wot things?" inquired Sam.
"Them things as is always a goin' up and down, in the City.""Omnibuses?" suggested Sam.
"Nonsense," replied Mr.Weller."Them things as is alvays a fluctooatin', and gettin' theirselves inwolved somehow or another vith the national debt, and the checquers bills, and all that.""Oh! the funds," said Sam.
"Ah!" rejoined Mr.Weller, "the funs; two hundred pounds o' the money is to be inwested for you, Samivel, in the funs; four and a half per cent.
reduced counsels, Sammy."
"Wery kind o' the old lady to think o' me," said Sam, "and I'm wery much obliged to her.""The rest vill be inwested in my name," continued the elder Mr.Weller;"and ven I'm took off the road, it'll come to you, so take care you don't spend it all at vunst, my boy, and mind that no widder gets a inklin' o'
your fortun', or you're done."
Having delivered this warning, Mr.Weller resumed his pipe with a more serene countenance; the disclosure of these matters appearing to have eased his mind considerably.
"Somebody's a tappin' at the door," said Sam.
"Let 'em tap," replied his father, with dignity.
Sam acted upon the direction.There was another tap, and another, and then a long row of taps; upon which Sam inquired why the tapper was not admitted.
"Hush," whispered Mr.Weller, with apprehensive looks, "don't take no notice on 'em, Sammy, it's vun o' the widders, p'raps."No notice being taken of the taps, the unseen visitor, after a short lapse, ventured to open the door and peep in.It was no female head that was thrust in at the partially opened door, but the long black locks and red face of Mr.Stiggins.Mr.Weller's pipe fell from his hands.
The reverend gentleman gradually opened the door by almost imperceptible degrees, until the aperture was just wide enough to admit of the passage of his lank body, when he glided into the room and closed it after him with great care and gentleness.Turning towards Sam, and raising his hands and eyes in token of the unspeakable sorrow with which he regarded the calamity that had befallen the family, he carried the high-backed chair to his old corner by the fire, and, seating himself on the very edge, drew forth a brown pocket-handkerchief, and applied the same to his optics.
While this was going forward, the elder Mr.Weller sat back in his chair, with his eyes wide open, his hands planted on his knees, and his whole countenance expressive of absorbing and overwhelming astonishment.Sam sat opposite him in perfect silence, waiting, with eager curiosity, for the termination of the scene.
Mr.Stiggins kept the brown pocket-handkerchief before his eyes for some minutes, moaning decently meanwhile, and then, mastering his feelings by a strong effort, put it in his pocket and buttoned it up.After this, he stirred the fire; after that, he rubbed his hands and looked at Sam.
"Oh, my young friend," said Mr.Stiggins, breaking the silence in a very low voice, "here's a sorrowful affliction!"Sam nodded, very slightly.
"For the man of wrath, too!" added Mr.Stiggins; "it makes a vessel's heart bleed!"Mr.Weller was overheard by his son to murmur something relative to ****** a vessel's nose bleed; but Mr.Stiggins heard him not.
"Do you know, young man," whispered Mr.Stiggins, drawing his chair closer to Sam, "whether she has left Emmanuel anything?""Who's he?" inquired Sam.