"Oh,yes,Missie,I remember you.You are a good creature.You take after your papa._He_was a good creature--except when he had his beastly medical bottles in his hand.But,I say,I mustn't be called by the name they gave me at the University!I was a German then--I am an Englishman now.All nations are alike to me.But I am particular about my name,because it's the name Mistress knew me by.I will never have another.
'Jack Straw,'if you please.There's my name,and I am proud of it.Lord!what an ugly little hat you have got on your head!I'll soon make you a better one."He turned on Madame Fontaine,with a sudden change to distrust.
"I don't like the way you spoke of my leaving the University,just now.Ihad a right to go,if I liked--hadn't I?"
"Oh,yes,Hans."
"Not Hans!Didn't you hear what I mentioned just now?Say Jack."She said it,with a ready docility which a little surprised me.
"Did I steal anything at the University?"Jack proceeded.
"Not that I know of."
"Then speak respectfully of me,next time.Say,'Mr.Jack retired from the University,in the exercise of his discretion.'"Having stated this formula with an air of great importance,he addressed himself to me."Iappeal to you,"he said."Suppose you had lost your color here"(he touched his cheek),"and your color there"(he touched his hair);"and suppose it had happened at the University--would _you"_(he stood on tip-toe,and whispered the next words in my ear)would _you_have stopped there,to be poisoned again?No!"he cried,raising his voice once more,"you would have drifted away like me.From Germany to France;from France to England--and so to London,and so under the feet of her Highness's horses,and so to Bedlam,and so to Mistress.Oh,Lord help me,I'm forgetting the bell!good-bye,all of you.Let me be in my corner till the bell rings."Madame Fontaine glanced at me compassionately,and touched her bead.
"Come to my sitting-room,Jack,"she said,"and have something to eat and drink,and tell me your adventures after you left Wurzburg."She favored him with her sweetest smile,and spoke in her most ingratiating tones.That objectionable tendency of mine to easily suspect others was,I suppose,excited once more.At any rate,I thought the widow showed a very remarkable anxiety to conciliate Jack.He was proof,however,against all attempts at fascination--he shook his head obstinately,and pointed to the bell.We went our several ways,and left the strange little man crouched up in his corner.
In the afternoon,I was sent for to see my aunt.
I found Jack at his post;established in a large empty wardrobe,on the landing outside his mistress's door.His fingers were already busy with the framework of the new straw hat which he had promised to make for Minna.
"All right,David!"he said,patronizing me as indulgently as ever.
"Mistress has had her good sleep and her nice breakfast,and she looks lovely.Go in,and see her--go in!"I thought myself that she looked perhaps a little worn,and certainly thinner than when I had seen her last.But these were trifles.It is not easy to describe the sense of relief and pleasure that I felt--after having been accustomed to the sleepy eyes and serpentine graces of Madame Fontaine--when I looked again at the lithe active figure and the bright well-opened gray eyes of my dear little English aunt.
"Tell me,David,"she began,as soon as the first greetings were over,what do you think of Jack Straw?Was my poor dear husband not right?and have I not done well to prove it?"I could,and did,honestly congratulate her on the result of the visit to Bedlam.
"And now about the people here,"she went on."I find Fritz's father completely changed on the subject of Fritz's marriage.And when I ask what it means,I am told that Madame Fontaine has set everything right,in the most wonderful manner,by saving Mr.Keller's life.Is this true?""Quite true.What do you think of Madame Fontaine?""Ask me that,David,to-morrow or the next day.My head is muddled by traveling--I have not made up my mind yet.""Have you seen Minna?"
"Seen her,and kissed her too!There's a girl after my own heart.Iconsider our scatter-brained friend Fritz to be the luckiest young fellow living.""If Minna was not going to be married,"I suggested,"she would just do for one of your young-lady clerks,wouldn't she?"My aunt laughed."Exactly what I thought myself,when I saw her.But you are not to make a joke of my young-lady clerks.I am positively determined to carry out that useful reform in the office here.However,as Mr.Keller has been so lately ill,and as we are sure to have a fight about it,I will act considerately towards my opponent--I won't stir in the matter until he is quite himself again.In the meantime,I must find somebody,while I am away,to take my place in the London house.The business is now under the direction of Mr.Hartrey.He is perfectly competent to carry it on;but,as you know,our excellent head-clerk has his old--fashioned prejudices.According to strict rule,a partner ought always to be in command,at the London business--and Hartrey implores me (if Mr.Keller is not well enough to take the journey)to send Mr.
Engelman to London.Where is Mr.Engelman?How is it that I have neither heard nor seen anything of him?"This was a delicate and difficult question to answer--at least,to my way of thinking.There was little prospect of keeping the poor old gentleman's sad secret.It was known to Fritz and Minna,as well as to Mr.Keller.Still,I felt an unconquerable reluctance to be the first person who revealed the disaster that had befallen him.
"Mr.Engelman is not in good health and spirits,"I said."He has gone away for a little rest and change."My aunt looked astonished.
"Both the partners ill!"she exclaimed."I remember Mr.Engelman,in the days when I was first married.He used to boast of never having had a day's illness in his life.Not at all a clever man--but good as gold,and a far more sensitive person than most people gave him credit for being.
