Here Howard brought the angry Holloway from his high horse, by asking what all this had to do with Mr. Carat, who was waiting to be paid?
“Why, don’t I explain to you,” said Holloway, “that I lent him—Lord Rawson, I mean—all the money I had left yesterday, and I couldn’t get it out of him again, though I told him my distress about the stage-coachman? Did you ever know any thing so selfish? Did you ever know any thing so shabby, so shameful? And then to make me his butt, as he did last night at supper, because there were two or three dashing young men by; I think more of that than all the rest. Do you know, he asked me to eat custard with my apple-pie, just to point me out for an alderman’s son; and when I only differed from him about Captain Shouldham’s puppy’s ears, Lord Rawson said, to be sure, I must know about dog’s ears, just to put me in mind that I was a school-boy; but I’ll never go to Marryborough any more, unless he begs my pardon. I’ve no notion of being a humble friend; but it does not signify being in a passion about it now,” continued Holloway. “What I want you, Howard, to do for me is, just to think; for I can’t think at present, I’m in such a hurry, with all these things coming across me at once. What can I do to find money for the stage-coachman and for Mr. Carat? Why both together come to fifteen guineas. And what can I do about Dr. B.? And, do you know, my father is coming here this very morning. How shall I manage? He’d never forgive me: at least he’d not give me any money for I don’t know how long, if these things were to come out. What would you advise me to do?”
Howard, with his usual honest policy, advised Holloway at once to tell all the circumstances to his father. Holloway was at first much alarmed at this proposal, and insisted upon it that this method would not do at all with the alderman, though it might do very well with such a woman as Mrs. Howard. At length, however, overcome, partly by the arguments, and partly by the persuasion of his new adviser, Holloway determined upon his confession.
Alderman Holloway arrived, and was beginning to talk to Dr. B. of his son’s proficiency in his studies, when the young gentleman made his appearance, with a countenance extremely embarrassed and agitated. The sight of Dr. B. deprived Holloway of courage to speak. The doctor fixed his penetrating eye upon the pale culprit, who immediately stopped short in the middle of the room, stammering out, “I came to speak, sir—I had something to say to my father, sir—I came, if you please, to speak to my father, sir.” To Holloway’s utter astonishment, Dr. B.‘s countenance and manner suddenly changed at these words; all his severity vanished; and, with a look and voice the most encouraging, he led the abashed youth towards his father.
“You came to speak to your father, sir? Speak to him then without fear, without reserve: you will certainly find in a father your most indulgent friend. I’ll leave you together.”
This opening of the case by Dr. B. was of equal advantage both to the father and to the son. Alderman Holloway, though without literature, was not without understanding: his affection for his son made him quickly comprehend the good sense of the doctor’s hint. The alderman was not surprised by the story of the overturn of the stage-coach, because he had heard it before from his footman. But the lottery transaction with the Jew—and, above all, with the loss and loan of so much money to his friend, Lord Rawson—struck him with some astonishment; yet he commanded his temper, which was naturally violent; and, after a constrained silence, he begged his son to summon Mr. Supine. “At least,” cried the alderman, “I’ve a right to be in a passion with that careless, indolent, dilettanti puppy, whom I’ve been paying all this while for taking such care of you. I wish I had hold of his German flute at this instant. You are very right, Augustus, to come like a man, and tell me all these things; and now I must tell you, that some of them I had heard of before. I wish I had that Jew, that Mr. Carat of yours, here! and that stage-coachman, who had the impertinence to take you out with him at night. But it’s all Mr. Supine’s fault—and mine, for not choosing a better tutor for you. As to Lord Rawson, I can’t blame you either much for that, for I encouraged the connexion, I must own. I’m glad you have quarrelled with him, however; and pray look out for a better friend as fast as possible. You were very right to tell me all these things; on that consideration, and that only, I’ll lend my hand to getting you out of these scrapes.”
“For that,” cried Holloway, “I may thank Howard, then; for he advised and urged me to tell you all this at once.”
“Call him; let me thank him,” said the alderman; “he’s an excellent young man then—call him.”
Dr. B. now entered the room with little Oliver.
When Holloway returned with Howard, he beheld the stage-coachman standing silent on one side of his father; Mr. Carat, the Jew, on the other side, jabbering an unintelligible vindication of himself; whilst Dr. B. was contemplating the box of lottery prizes, which lay open upon the table. Mr. Supine, leaning against the chimney-piece, appeared in the attitude of an Antinous in despair.