LOSELY.—“I may have the power to transfer the young lady to your care—young lady is a more respectful phrase than girl—and possibly to dispense with Mr. Waife’s consent to such arrangement. But excuse me if I say that I must know a little more of yourself, before I could promise to exert such a power on your behalf.”
RUGGE.—“Sir, I shall be proud to improve our acquaintance. As to Waife, the old vagabond, he has injured and affronted me, sir. I don’t bear malice, but I have a spirit: Britons have a spirit, sir. And you will remember, ma’am, that when I accompanied you home, I observed that Mr. Waife was a mysterious man, and had apparently known better days, and that when a man is mysterious, and falls into the sear and yellow leaf, ma’am, without that which should accompany old age, sir, one has a right to suspect that some time or other, he has done something or other, ma’am, which makes him fear lest the very stones prate of his whereabout, sir. And you did not deny, ma’am, that the mystery was suspicious; but you said, with uncommon good sense, that it was nothing to me what Mr. Waife had once been, so long as he was of use to me at that particular season. Since then, sir, he has ceased to be of use,—ceased, too, in the unhandsomest manner. And if you would, ma’am, from a sense of justice, just unravel the mystery, put me in possession of the secret, it might make that base man of use to me again, give me a handle over him, sir, so that I might awe him into restoring my property, as, morally speaking, Juliet Araminta most undoubtedly is. That’s why I call,—leaving my company, to which I am a father, orphans for the present. But I have missed that little girl,—that young lady, sir. I called her a phenomenon, ma’am; missed her much: it is natural, sir, I appeal to you. No man can be done out of a valuable property and not feel it, if he has a heart in his bosom. And if I had her back safe, I should indulge ambition. I have always had ambition. The theatre at York, sir,—that is my ambition; I had it from a child, sir; dreamed of it three tunes, ma’am. If I had back my property in that phenomenon, I would go at the thing, slap-bang, take the York, and bring out the phenomenon with A CLAW!”
LOSELY (musingly).—“You say the young lady is a phenomenon, and for this phenomenon you are willing to pay something handsome,—a vague expression. Put it into L. s. d.”
RUGGE.—“Sir, if she can be bound to me legally for three years, I would give L100. I did offer to Waife L50,—to you, sir, L100.”
Losely’s eyes flashed, and his hands opened restlessly. “But, confound it, where is she? Have you no clew?”
RUGGE.—“No, but we can easily find one; it was not worth my while to hunt them up before I was quite sure that, if I regained my property in that phenomenon, the law would protect it.”
MRS. CRANE (moving to the door).—“Well, Jasper Losely, you will sell the young lady, I doubt not; and when you have sold her, let me know.” She came back and whispered, “You will not perhaps now want money from me, but I shall see you again; for, if you would find the child, you will need my aid.”
“Certainly, my dear friend, I will call again; honour bright.”
Mrs. Crane here bowed to the gentlemen, and swept out of the room.
Thus left alone, Losely and Rugge looked at each other with a shy and yet cunning gaze,—Rugge’s hands in his trouser’s pockets, his head thrown back; Losely’s hands in voluntarily expanded, his head bewitchingly bent forward, and a little on one side.