NowIamnotwithoutsomeknowledgeoftheworldoutsidethecloseofMarchburyCathedral,andIcouldnotlistentosucha“flatteringtale“withouthavingmysuspicionsaroused。Whoandwhatisthisman?thoughtI。Ilookedathimnarrowly。Atfirstthethoughtflashedacrossmethathemightbea“swellmobsman。“
Butno,hisfacewastoogoodforthat;besides,nomanwiththathugeframe,thatpersonalitysomarkedandsoeasilyrecognizable,couldbeaswindler;hecouldnotescapedetectionasinglehour。
Idismissedtheungenerousthought。Perhapsheisrich,ashesays。Wedohearofmunificentdonationsbybenevolentmillionairesnowandthen。WhatifthisAustralian,attractedbythegloriesoftheoldcathedral,shouldnowappearasadeusexmachinatoreendowthechoir,ortofoundamusicalprofessoriateinconnectionwiththechoir,appointingmethefirstoccupantoftheprofessorialchair?
Thesethoughtsflashedacrossmymindinthemomentarypauseofhisfluenttongue。
“Asforyourself,sir,“hebeganagain,“IhavesomethingtoproposewhichItrustmaynotproveunwelcome。Butthepublicstreetishardlyasuitableplacetodiscussmyproposal。MayI
calluponyouthiseveningatyourhouseintheclose?Iknowwhichitis,forIhappenedtoseeyougointoityesterdayafterthemorningservice。“
“Ishallbeverypleasedtoseeyou,“Ireplied。“Wearegoingouttodinnerthisevening,butIshallbeathomeanddisengagedtillaboutseven。“
“Thankyouverymuch。ThenIshalldomyselfthepleasureofcallinguponyouaboutsixo’clock。Tillthen,farewell!“A
gracefulwaveofthehand,andmyunknownfriendhaddisappearedroundthecornerofthestreet。
Nowatlast,Ithought,somethingisgoingtohappeninmyuneventfullife——somethingtobreakthemonotonyofexistence。Ofcourse,hemusthaveinquiredmyname——hecouldgetthatfromanyofthecathedralvergers——and,ashesaid,hehadobservedwhereaboutsinthecloseIlived。Whatishecomingtoseemefor?
Iwondered。Ispenttherestoftheafternooninmakingthewildestsurmises。Iwascastle-buildinginSpainatafuriousrate。AtonetimeIimaginedthatthisfaithfulsonofthechurch——
asheappearedtome——wasgoingtobuildandendowagrandcathedralinAustraliaonconditionthatIshouldbeappointeddeanatayearlystipendof,say,tenthousandpounds。Orperhaps,I
saidtomyself,hewillbegmetoacceptasumofmoney——Ineverthoughtofitaslessthanathousandpounds——asaslightrecognitionofandtributetomyremarkablevocalability。
Itookalong,lonelywalkintothecountrytocorrecttheseridiculousfanciesandtosteadymymind,andwhenIreachedhomeandhadrefreshedmyselfwithaquietcupofafternoontea,IfeltIwasmorallyandphysicallypreparedformyinterviewwiththeopulentstranger。
Punctuallyasthecathedralclockstrucksixtherewasaringatthevisitor’sbell。Inamomentortwomyunknownfriendwasshownintothedrawing-room,whichheenteredwiththeeasyairofamanoftheworld。Inoticedhewascarryingasmallblackbag。
“Howdoyoudoagain,Mr。Dale?“hesaidasthoughwewereoldacquaintances;“youseeIhavecomesharptomytime。“
“Yes,“Ianswered,“andIampleasedtoseeyou;dositdown。“Hesankintomybestarmchair,andplacedhisbagonthefloorbesidehim。
“Sincewemetintheafternoon,“hesaid,“Ihavewrittenalettertoyourdean,expressingthegreatpleasureIfeltinlisteningtoyourchoir,andatthesametimeIinclosedafive-poundnote,whichIbeggedhimtodivideamongthechoirboysandmen,fromAlexanderPoulter,Esq。,ofPoulter’sPills。Youhaveofcourseheardoftheworld-renownedPoulter’sPills。IamPoulter!“
PoulterofPoulter’sPills!Myheartsankwithinme!Afive-poundnote!Myairycastlesweretottering!
“Ialsosenthimacoupleofhundredofmypamphlets,whichIsaidItrustedhewouldbesokindastodistributeintheclose。“
Iwasaghast!
“Andnow,withregardtothespecialobjectofmycall,Mr。Dale。
Ifyouwillallowmetosayso,youarenotmakingthemostofthatgrandvoiceofyours;youarehiddenunderanecclesiasticalbushelhere——losttotheworld。Youarewastingyourvocalstrengthandsweetnessonthedesertair,sotospeak。Why,ifImayhazardaguess,Idon’tsupposeyoumakefivehundredayearhere,attheoutside?
Icouldsaynothing。
“Well,now,Icanputyouintothewayofmakingatleastthreeorfourtimesasmuchasthat。Listen!IamAlexanderPoulter,ofPoulter’sPills。Ihaveaproposaltomaketoyou。Theschemeisboundtosucceed,butIwantyourhelp。Acceptmyproposalandyourfortune’smade。DidyoueverhearMoodyandSankey?“heaskedabruptly。
Themanisanidiot,thoughtI;heisnowfairlycarriedawaywithhisparticularmania。Willitlastlong?ShallIring?
“Novelty,mydearsir,“hewenton,“istheruleoftheday;andtheremustbenoveltyinadvertising,asineverythingelse,tocatchthepublicinterest。SoIintendtogoonatour,lecturingonthemeritsofPoulter’sPillsinalltheprincipalhallsofalltheprincipaltownsallovertheworld。ButIhavebeendelayedincarryingoutmyideatillIcouldassociatemyselfwithagentlemansuchasyourself。Willyoujoinme?IshouldbetheMoodyofthetour;youwouldbeitsSankey。Iwouldspeakmypatter,andyouwouldinterspersemyorationswithmelodiousballadsbearinguponthevirtuesofPoulter’sPills。Theballadsareallready!“
Sosaying,heopenedthatbaganddrewforthfromitsrecessesnothingmorealarmingthanathickrollofmanuscriptmusic。
“Theversesaremyown,“hesaid,withalittletouchofpride;
“andasforthemusic,Ithoughtitbettertomakeuseofpopularmelodies,soastoenableanaudiencetojoininthechorus。See,hereisoneoftheballads:’Darling,Iambetternow。’Itdescribesthewoesofafondlover,orratherhisphysicalailments,untilhewentthroughacourseofPoulter。Here’sanother:’I’mninety-five!I’mninety-five!’Youcatchthedriftofthat,ofcourse——ahealthyoldage,securedbytakingPoulter’sPills。Ah!what’sthis?’Littlesister’slastrequest。’IfancytheideaofthatistobegthefamilynevertobewithoutPoulter’sPills。Hereagain:’Thenyou’llrememberme!’I’mafraidthattitleisnotoriginal;nevermind,thesongis。Andhereis——buttherearemanymore,andIwon’tdetainyouwiththemnow。“Hesaw,perhaps,Iwasgettingimpatient。ThankHeaven,however,hewasnoescapedlunatic。Iwassafe!
“Mr。Poulter,“saidI,“Itookyouthisafternoonforadisinterestedandphilanthropicmillionaire;youtakemefor——for——
somethingdifferentfromwhatIam。Wehavebothmademistakes。
Inaword,itisimpossibleformetoacceptyouroffer!“
“Isthatfinal?“askedPoulter。
“Certainly,“saidI。
Poultergatheredhismanuscriptstogetherandreplacedtheminthebag,andgotuptoleavetheroom。
“Goodevening,Mr。Dale,“hesaidmournfully,asIopenedthedooroftheroom。“Goodevening“——hekeptontalkingtillhewasfairlyoutofthehouse——“markmywords,you’llbesorry——verysorry——onedaythatyoudidnotfallinwithmyscheme。Offerslikeminedon’tcomeeveryday,andyouwillonedayregrethavingrefusedit。“
Withthesewordsheleftthehouse。
Ihadlittleappetiteformydinnerthatevening。
ThePipe“RANDOLPHCRESCENT,N。W。
MYDEARPUGH——IhopeyouwilllikethepipewhichIsendwiththis。
ItisratheracuriousexampleofacertainschoolofIndiancarving。Andisapresentfrom“Yourstruly,JOSEPHTRESS。“
ItwasreallyveryhandsomeofTress——veryhandsome!ThemoreespeciallyasIwasawarethattogivepresentswasnotexactlyinTress’sline。ThetruthisthatwhenIsawwhatmannerofpipeitwasIwasamazed。Itwascontainedinasandalwoodbox,whichwasitselfillustratedwithsomeremarkablespecimensofcarving。I
usetheword“remarkable“advisedly,because,althoughtheworkmanshipwasundoubtedly,initsway,artistic,theresultcouldnotbedescribedasbeautiful。ThecarverhadthoughtpropertoornamenttheboxwithsomeoftheugliestfiguresIremembertohaveseen。Theyappearedtometobedevils。Orperhapstheywereintendedtorepresentdeitiesappertainingtosomemythologicalsystemwithwhich,thankgoodness,Iamunacquainted。Thepipeitselfwasworthyofthecaseinwhichitwascontained。Itwasofmeerschaum,withanambermouthpiece。Itwasrathertoolargeforordinarysmoking。Butthen,ofcourse,onedoesn’tsmokeapipelikethat。TherearepipesinmycollectionwhichIshouldassoonthinkofsmokingasIshouldofeating。AskachinamaniactoletyouhaveafternoonteaoutofhisOldChelsea,andyouwilllearnsomehometruthsastothedurabilityofhumanfriendships。Thegloryofthepipe,asTresshadsuggested,layinitscarving。NotthatIclaimthatitwasbeautiful,anymorethanImakesuchaclaimforthecarvingonthebox,but,asTresssaidinhisnote,itwascurious。
Thestemandthebowlwerequiteplain,butontheedgeofthebowlwasperchedsomekindoflizard。ItoldmyselfitwasanoctopuswhenIfirstsawit,butIhavesincehadreasontobelievethatitwassomealmostuniquememberofthelizardtribe。Thecreaturewasrepresentedasclimbingovertheedgeofthebowldowntowardthestem,anditslegs,orfeelers,ortentacula,orwhateverthethingsarecalled,were,ifImayuseavulgarism,sprawlingabout“allovertheplace。“Forinstance,twoorthreeofthemweretwinedaboutthebowl,twoorthreeofthemweretwistedroundthestem,andone,aparticularlyhorribleone,wasupliftedintheair,sothatifyouputthepipeinyourmouththethingwaspointingstraightatyournose。
Nottheleastagreeablefeatureaboutthecreaturewasthatitwashideouslylifelike。Itappearedtohavebeencarvedinamber,butsomecoloringmattermusthavebeenintroduced,forinsidetheamberthecreaturewasofapeculiarlyghastlygreen。ThemoreI
examinedthepipethemoreamazedIwasatTress’sgenerosity。HeandIarerivalcollectors。Iamnotgoingtosay,insomanywords,thathiscollectionofpipescontainsnothingbutrubbish,because,asamatteroffact,hehastwoorthreeratherdecentspecimens。Buttocomparehiscollectiontominewouldbeabsurd。
Tressisconsciousofthis,andheresentsit。Heresentsittosuchanextentthathehasbeenknown,atleastononeoccasion,todeclarethatonesinglepipeofhis——IbelievehealludedtotheBrummagemrelicpreposterouslyattributedtoSirWalterRaleigh——
wasworththewholeofmycollectionputtogether。AlthoughIhaveforgottenthis,asIhopeIalwaysshallforgiveremarksmadewhenenviouspassionsgetthebetterofournoblernature,evenofaJosephTress,itisnottobesupposedthatIhaveforgottenit。
Hewas,therefore,notatallthesortofpersonfromwhomI
expectedtoreceiveapresent。Andsuchapresent!Idonotbelievethathehimselfhadafinerpipeinhiscollection。Andtohavegivenittome!Ihadmisjudgedtheman。Iwonderedwherehehadgotitfrom。Ihadseenhispipes;Iknewthemoffbyheart——
andsomenicetrumperyhehasamongthem,too!butIhadneverseenTHATpipebefore。ThemoreIlookedatit,themoremyamazementgrew。Thebeastperchedupontheedgeofthebowlwassolifelike。
Itstwobead-likeeyesseemedtogleamatmewithpositivelyhumanintelligence。ThepipefascinatedmetosuchanextentthatI
actuallyresolvedto——smokeit!
IfilleditwithPerique。OrdinarilyIuseBirdseye,butonthoseveryrareoccasionsonwhichIuseaspecimenIsmokePerique。I
litupwithquiteasmallsensationofexcitement。AsIdidsoI
keptmyeyesperforcefixeduponthebeast。Thebeastpointeditsupraisedtentacledirectlyatme。AsIinhaledthepungenttobaccothattentacleimpressedmewithafeelingofactualuncanniness。
Itwasbroaddaylight,andIwassmokinginfrontofthewindow,yettosuchanextentwasIaffectedthatitseemedtomethatthetentaclewasnotonlyvibrating,which,owingtothepeculiarityofitsposition,wasquitewithintherangeofprobability,butactuallymoving,elongating——stretchingforward,thatis,farthertowardme,andtowardthetipofmynose。SoimpressedwasIbythisideathatItookthepipeoutofmymouthandminutelyexaminedthebeast。Really,thedelusionwasexcusable。Socunninglyhadtheartistwroughtthathesucceededinproducingacreaturewhich,suchwasitsuncanniness,Icouldonlyhopehadnooriginalinnature。
ReplacingthepipebetweenmylipsItookseveralwhiffs。Neverhadsmokinghadsuchaneffectonmebefore。Eitherthepipe,orthecreatureonit,exercisedsomesingularfascination。Iseemed,withoutaninstant’swarning,tobepassingintosomelandofdreams。Isawthebeast,whichwaspercheduponthebowl,writheandtwist。Isawitliftitselfbodilyfromthemeerschaum。
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