′I′m man-servant up at the Travellers′ Twopenny in Gas Works Garding,′ this thing explains. ′All us man-servants at Travellers′ Lodgings is named Deputy. When we′re chock full and the Travellers is all a-bed I come out for my ′elth.′ Then withdrawing into the road, and taking aim, he resumes:-
′Widdy widdy wen! I—ket—ches—Im—out—ar—ter—′
′Hold your hand,′ cries Jasper, ′and don′t throw while I stand so near him, or I′ll kill you! Come, Durdles; let me walk home with you to-night. Shall I carry your bundle?′
′Not on any account,′ replies Durdles, adjusting it. ′Durdles was making his reflections here when you come up, sir, surrounded by his works, like a poplar Author.—Your own brother-in-law;′ introducing a sarcophagus within the railing, white and cold in the moonlight. ′Mrs. Sapsea;′ introducing the monument of that devoted wife. ′Late Incumbent;′ introducing the Reverend Gentleman′s broken column. ′Departed Assessed Taxes;′ introducing a vase and towel, standing on what might represent the cake of soap. ′Former pastrycook and Muffin-maker, much respected;′ introducing gravestone. ′All safe and sound here, sir, and all Durdles′s work. Of the common folk, that is merely bundled up in turf and brambles, the less said the better. A poor lot, soon forgot.′
′This creature, Deputy, is behind us,′ says Jasper, looking back. ′Is he to follow us?′
The relations between Durdles and Deputy are of a capricious kind; for, on Durdles′s turning himself about with the slow gravity of beery suddenness, Deputy makes a pretty wide circuit into the road and stands on the defensive.
′You never cried Widdy Warning before you begun to-night,′ says Durdles, unexpectedly reminded of, or imagining, an injury.
′Yer lie, I did,′ says Deputy, in his only form of polite contradiction.
′Own brother, sir,′ observes Durdles, turning himself about again, and as unexpectedly forgetting his offence as he had recalled or conceived it; ′own brother to Peter the Wild Boy! But I gave him an object in life.′
′At which he takes aim?′ Mr. Jasper suggests.
′That′s it, sir,′ returns Durdles, quite satisfied; ′at which he takes aim. I took him in hand and gave him an object. What was he before? A destroyer. What work did he do? Nothing but destruction. What did he earn by it? Short terms in Cloisterham jail. Not a person, not a piece of property, not a winder, not a horse, nor a dog, nor a cat, nor a bird, nor a fowl, nor a pig, but what he stoned, for want of an enlightened object. I put that enlightened object before him, and now he can turn his honest halfpenny by the three penn′orth a week.′
′I wonder he has no competitors.′
′He has plenty, Mr. Jasper, but he stones ′em all away. Now, I don′t know what this scheme of mine comes to,′ pursues Durdles, considering about it with the same sodden gravity; ′I don′t know what you may precisely call it. It ain′t a sort of a—scheme of a- -National Education?′
′I should say not,′ replies Jasper.
′I should say not,′ assents Durdles; ′then we won′t try to give it a name.′
′He still keeps behind us,′ repeats Jasper, looking over his shoulder; ′is he to follow us?′
′We can′t help going round by the Travellers′ Twopenny, if we go the short way, which is the back way,′ Durdles answers, ′and we′ll drop him there.
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