Chapter 27 - Page 2

emboldened to follow for alms, and to dog his footsteps for some distance. He was gratified by the circumstance, feeling it complimentary to his power of feature, and as a reward suffered the man to follow him until he called a chair, when he graciously dismissed him with a fervent blessing.

a€˜Which is as easy as cursing,a€™ he wisely added, as he took his seat, a€˜and more becoming to the face.a€"To Clerkenwell, my good creatures, if you please!a€™ The chairmen were rendered quite vivacious by having such a courteous burden, and to Clerkenwell they went at a fair round trot.

Alighting at a certain point he had indicated to them upon the road, and paying them something less than they expected from a fare of such gentle speech, he turned into the street in which the locksmith dwelt, and presently stood beneath the shadow of the Golden Key. Mr Tappertit, who was hard at work by lamplight, in a corner of the workshop, remained unconscious of his presence until a hand upon his shoulder made him start and turn his head.

a€˜Industry,a€™ said Mr Chester, a€˜is the soul of business, and the keystone of prosperity. Mr Tappertit, I shall expect you to invite me to dinner when you are Lord Mayor of London.a€™

a€˜Sir,a€™ returned the a€™prentice, laying down his hammer, and rubbing his nose on the back of a very sooty hand, a€˜I scorn the Lord Mayor and everything that belongs to him. We must have another state of society, sir, before you catch me being Lord Mayor. How de do, sir?a€™

a€˜The better, Mr Tappertit, for looking into your ingenuous face once more. I hope you are well.a€™

a€˜I am as well, sir,a€™ said Sim, standing up to get nearer to his ear, and whispering hoarsely, a€˜as any man can be under the aggrawations to which I am exposed. My lifea€™s a burden to me. If it wasna€™t for wengeance, Ia€™d play at pitch and toss with it on the losing hazard.a€™

a€˜Is Mrs Varden at home?a€™ said Mr Chester.

a€˜Sir,a€™ returned Sim, eyeing him over with a look of concentrated expression,a€"a€™she is. Did you wish to see her?a€™

Mr Chester nodded.

a€˜Then come this way, sir,a€™ said Sim, wiping his face upon his apron. a€˜Follow me, sir.a€"Would you permit me to whisper in your ear, one half a second?a€™

a€˜By all means.a€™

Mr Tappertit raised himself on tiptoe, applied his lips to Mr Chestera€™s ear, drew back his head without saying anything, looked hard at him, applied them to his ear again, again drew back, and finally