′You mean the Rheumatism,′ says Sapsea, in a sharp tone. (He is nettled by having his composition so mechanically received.)
′No, I don′t. I mean, Mr. Sapsea, the Tombatism. It′s another sort from Rheumatism. Mr. Jasper knows what Durdles means. You get among them Tombs afore it′s well light on a winter morning, and keep on, as the Catechism says, a-walking in the same all the days of your life, and YOU′LL know what Durdles means.′
′It is a bitter cold place,′ Mr. Jasper assents, with an antipathetic shiver.
′And if it′s bitter cold for you, up in the chancel, with a lot of live breath smoking out about you, what the bitterness is to Durdles, down in the crypt among the earthy damps there, and the dead breath of the old ′uns,′ returns that individual, ′Durdles leaves you to judge.—Is this to be put in hand at once, Mr. Sapsea?′
Mr. Sapsea, with an Author′s anxiety to rush into publication, replies that it cannot be out of hand too soon.
′You had better let me have the key then,′ says Durdles.
′Why, man, it is not to be put inside the monument!′
′Durdles knows where it′s to be put, Mr. Sapsea; no man better. Ask ′ere a man in Cloisterham whether Durdles knows his work.′
Mr. Sapsea rises, takes a key from a drawer, unlocks an iron safe let into the wall, and takes from it another key.
′When Durdles puts a touch or a finish upon his work, no matter where, inside or outside, Durdles likes to look at his work all round, and see that his work is a-doing him credit,′ Durdles explains, doggedly.
The key proffered him by the bereaved widower being a large one, he slips his two-foot rule into a side-pocket of his flannel trousers made for it, and deliberately opens his flannel coat, and opens the mouth of a large breast-pocket within it before taking the key to place it in that repository.
′Why, Durdles!′ exclaims Jasper, looking on amused, ′you are undermined with pockets!′
′And I carries weight in ′em too, Mr. Jasper. Feel those!′ producing two other large keys.
′Hand me Mr. Sapsea′s likewise. Surely this is the heaviest of the three.′
′You′ll find ′em much of a muchness, I expect,′ says Durdles. ′They all belong to monuments. They all open Durdles′s work. Durdles keeps the keys of his work mostly. Not that they′re much used.′
′By the bye,′ it comes into Jasper′s mind to say, as he idly examines the keys, ′I have been going to ask you, many a day, and have always forgotten. You know they sometimes call you Stony Durdles, don′t you?′
′Cloisterham knows me as Durdles, Mr. Jasper.′
′I am aware of that, of course. But the boys sometimes—′
′O! if you mind them young imps of boys—′ Durdles gruffly interrupts.
′I don′t mind them any more than you do. But there was a discussion the other day among the Choir, whether Stony stood for Tony;′ clinking one key against another.
(′Take care of the wards, Mr. Jasper.′)
′Or whether Stony stood for Stephen;′ clinking with a change of keys.
(′You can′t make a pitch pipe of ′em, Mr. Jasper.′)
′Or whether the name comes from your trade. How stands the fact?′
Mr. Jasper weighs the three keys in his hand, lifts his head from his idly stooping attitude over the fire, and delivers the keys to Durdles with an ingenuous and friendly face.
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