IT occurred to me that I really ought to have a little house-warming, and that there never could be a better opportunity. I had a new pride in my rooms after Steerforths approval of them, and burned with a desire to develop their utmost resources. I therefore made him promise positively in the names of his two friends, and we appointed six oclock as the dinner-hour.
When he was gone I rang for Mrs. Crupp, and acquainted her of my desperate design. Mrs. Crupp said, in the first place, of course it was well known she couldnt be expected to wait, but she knew a handy young man who, she thought, could be prevailed upon to do it, and whose terms would be five shillings and what I pleased. I said, certainly we would have him. Next, Mrs. Crupp said it was clear that she couldnt be in two places at once (which I felt to be reasonable), and that a young gal stationed in the pantry with a bedroom candle, there never to desist from washing plates, would be indispensable. I said, what would be the expense of this young female, and Mrs. Crupp said she supposed eighteen pence would neither make me nor break me. I said I supposed not; and that was settled. Then Mrs. Crupp said, Now about the dinner.
It was a remarkable instance of want of forethought on the part of the ironmonger who had made Mrs. Crupps kitchen fireplace, that it was capable of cooking nothing but chops and mashed potatoes. As to a fish kettle, Mrs. Crupp said, Wellwould I only come and look at the range? She couldnt say fairer than that. Would I come and look at it? As I should not have been much the wiser if I had looked at it, I declined and said, Never mind fish. But Mrs. Crupp said, Dont say that; oysters was in, and why not them? So that was settled. Mrs. Crupp then said what she would recommend would be this: A pair of hot roast fowlsfrom the pastry-cooks; a dish of stewed beef, with vegetablesfrom the pastry-cooks; two little corner things, as a raised pie and a dish of kidneysfrom the pastry-cooks; a tart, and (if I liked) a shape of jellyfrom the pastry-cooks. This, Mrs. Crupp said, would leave her at liberty to concentrate her mind on the potatoes, and to serve up the cheese and celery as she could wish to see it done.
I acted on Mrs. Crupps opinion, and gave the order at the pastry-cooks myself. Walking along the Strand afterward, and observing a hard mottled substance in the window of a ham and beef shop, which resembled marble, but was labelled Mock Turtle, I went in and bought a slab of it, which I have since seen reason to believe would have sufficed for fifteen people. This preparation, Mrs. Crupp, after some difficulty, consented to warm up; and it shrunk so much in a liquid state that we found it what Steerforth called rather a tight fit for four.
These preparations happily completed, I bought a little dessert in Covent Garden Market, and gave a rather extensive order at a retail wine-merchants in that vicinity. When I came home in the afternoon, and saw the bottles drawn up in a square on the pantry floor, they looked so numerous (though there were two missing, which made Mrs. Crupp very uncomfortable), that I was absolutely frightened at them.
One of Steerforths friends was named Grainger, and the other Markham. They were both very gay and lively fellows; Grainger, something older than Steerforth; Markham, youthful-looking, and I should say not more than twenty. I observed that the latter always spoke of himself indefinitely as a man, and seldom or never in the first person singular.
Being a little embarrassed at first, and feeling much too young to preside, I made Steerforth take the head of the table when dinner was announced, and seated myself opposite to him. Everything was very good; we did not spare the wine; and he exerted himself so brilliantly to make the thing pass off well, that there was no pause in our festivity. I was not quite such good company during dinner as I could have wished to be, for my chair was opposite the door, and my attention was distracted by observing that the handy young man went out of the room very often, and that his shadow always presented itself, immediately afterward, on the wall of the entry, with a bottle at its mouth. The young gal likewise occasioned me some uneasiness; not so much by neglecting to wash the plates, as by breaking them. For being of an inquisitive disposition, and unable to confine herself (as her positive instructions were) to the pantry, she was constantly peering in at us, and constantly imagining herself detected; in which belief she several times retired upon the plates (with which she had carefully paved the floor), and did a great deal of destruction.
These, however, were small drawbacks, and easily forgotten when the cloth was cleared, and the dessert put on the table; at which period of the entertainment the handy young man was discovered to be speechless. Giving him private directions to seek the society of Mrs. Crupp, and to remove the young gal to the basement also, I abandoned myself to enjoyment.
I began by being singularly cheerful and light-hearted; all sorts of half-forgotten things to talk about came rushing into my mind, and made me hold forth in a most unwonted manner. I laughed heartily at my own jokes, and everybody elses; called Steerforth to order for not passing the wine; made several engagements to go to Oxford; announced that I meant to have a dinner-party exactly like that, once a week until further notice; and madly took so much snuff out of Graingers box, that I was obliged to go into the pantry and have a private fit of sneezing ten minutes long.
I went on, by passing the wine faster and faster yet, and continually starting up with a cork-screw to open more wine, long before any was needed. I proposed Steerforths health. I said he was my dearest friend, the protector of my boyhood, and the companion of my prime. I said I was delighted to propose his health. I said I owed him more obligations than I could ever repay, and held him in a higher admiration than I could ever express. I finished by saying, Ill give you Steerforth! God bless him! Hurrah! We gave him three times three, and another, and a good one to finish with. I broke my glass in going round the table to shake hands with him, and I said (in two words), Steerforth, youre the guiding star of my existence.
I went on, by finding suddenly that somebody was in the middle of a song. Markham was the singer, and he sang, When the heart of a man is depressed with care. He said, when he had sung it, he would give us Woman! I took objection to that, and I couldnt allow it. I said it was not a respectful way of proposing the toast, and I would never permit that toast to be drunk in my house otherwise than as The Ladies! I was very high with him, mainly, I think, because I saw Steerforth and Grainger laughing at meor at himor at both of us. He said a man was not to be dictated to. I said a man was. He said a man was not to be insulted, then. I said he was right therenever under my roof, where the Lares were sacred, and the laws of hospitality paramount. He said it was no derogation from a mans dignity to confess that I was a devilish good fellow. I instantly proposed his health.
Somebody was smoking. We were all smoking. I was smoking, and trying to suppress a rising tendency to shudder. Steerforth had made a speech about me, in the course of which I had been affected almost to tears. I returned thanks, and hoped the present company would dine with me to-morrow, and the day aftereach day at five oclock, that we might enjoy the pleasures of conversation and society through a long evening. I felt called upon to propose an individual. I would give them my aunt, Miss Betsy Trotwood, the best of her sex!
Somebody was leaning out of my bedroom window, refreshing his forehead against the cool stone of the parapet, and feeling the air upon his face. It was myself. I was addressing myself as Copperfield, and saying, Why did you try to smoke? You might have known you couldnt do it. Now, somebody was unsteadily contemplating his features in the looking-glass. That was I too. I was very pale in the looking-glass; my eyes had a vacant appearance, and my haironly my hair, nothing elselooked drunk.
Somebody said to me, Let us go to the theatre, Copperfield! There was no bedroom before me, but again the jingling table covered with glasses; the lamp; Grainger on my right hand, Markham on my left, and Steerforth oppositeall sitting in a mist, and a long way off! The theatre! To be sure. The very thing. Come along! But they must excuse me if I saw everybody out first, and turned the light offin case of fire.
Owing to some confusion in the dark, the door was gone. I was feeling for it in the window-curtains, when Steerforth, laughing, took me by the arm and led me out. We went down-stairs, one behind another. Near the bottom somebody fell, and rolled down. Somebody else said it was Copperfield. I was angry at the false report, until, finding myself on my back in the passage, I began to think there might be some foundation for it.
A very foggy night, with great rings round the lamps in the streets! There was an indistinct talk of its being wet. I considered it frosty. Steerforth dusted me under a lamppost, and put my hat into shape, which somebody produced from somewhere in a most extraordinary manner, for I hadnt had it on before. Steerforth then said, You are all right, Copperfield, are you not? and I told him, Neverberrer.
A man, sitting in a pigeon-hole place, looked out of the fog, and took money from somebody, inquiring if I was one of the gentlemen paid for, and appearing rather doubtful (as I remember in the glimpse I had of him) whether to take the money for me or not. Shortly afterward, we were very high up in a very hot theatre, looking down into a large pit, that seemed to me to smoke; the people with whom it was crammed were so indistinct. There was a great stage, too, looking very clean and smooth after the streets; and there were people upon it, talking about something or other, but not at all intelligibly. There was an abundance of bright lights, and there was music, and there were ladies down in the boxes, and I dont know what more. The whole building looked to me as if it were learning to swim; it conducted itself in such an unaccountable manner when I tried to steady it.
On somebodys motion, we resolved to go down-stairs to the dress-boxes, where the ladies were. A gentleman lounging, full-dressed, on a sofa, with an opera-glass in his hand, passed before my view, and also my own figure at full length in a glass. Then I was being ushered into one of these boxes, and found myself saying something as I sat down, and people about me crying Silence! to somebody, and ladies casting indignant glances at me, andwhat! yes!Agnes, sitting on the seat before me, in the same box, with a lady and gentleman beside her whom I didnt know. I see her face now better than I did then, I dare say, with its indelible look of regret and wonder turned upon me.
I tried, on her injunction, to fix it, and to hear something of what was going on there, but quite in vain. I looked at her again by-and-by, and saw her shrink into her corner, and put her gloved hand to her forehead.
I had a stupid intention of replying that I was going to wait, to hand her down-stairs. I suppose I expressed it somehow; for, after she had looked at me attentively for a little while, she appeared to understand, and replied in a low tone:
She had so far improved me, for the time, that though I was angry with her I felt ashamed, and with a short Goori! (which I intended for Good-night!) got up and went away. They followed, and I stepped at once out of the box-door into my bedroom, where only Steerforth was with me, helping me to undress, and where I was by turns telling him that Agnes was my sister, and adjuring him to bring the cork-screw, that I might open another bottle of wine.
How, somebody, lying in my bed, lay saying and doing all this over again, at cross-purposes, in a feverish dream all nightthe bed a rocking sea that was never still! How, as that somebody slowly settled down into myself, did I begin to parch, and feel as if my outer covering of skin were a hard board; my tongue the bottom of an empty kettle, furred with long service, and burning up over a slow fire; the palms of my hands hot plates of metal which no ice could cool!