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He was a small, tired-looking man, and, as I afterwards learnt, a native of Cambridge; by the look of him, some working tradesman there, such as a journeyman tailor or a small clock-mender. In order to make conversation I said I wondered where the convicts were going.
But I am here to ask a favor, a great favor, one that will need all your diplomacy to gain for me." "Ah" "For myself I ask nothing. A horrible blunder has been made. You will go to the grand duke and ask immunity for this Gipsy and this clock-mender, as witnesses to the disclosure which I shall make to his highness. Without this immunity my lips will be sealed for ever.
When Tom O'Neil went round peddling essences, children saw him from afar, ran to meet him, and, falling on his pack, besought him for "two-three-drops-o'-c'logne" with such fervor that the mothers had to haul them off by main force, in order themselves to approach his redolence; but when the clock-mender appeared, with his little bag, propriety walked before him, and the naughtiest scion of the flock would come soberly in, to announce:
Meantime, Josiah Pease had divested himself of his coat, and drawn the grandfather chair into a space behind the stove. "You a clock-mender by trade?" he asked of Enoch. "No," said Enoch absently, "I ain't got any reg'lar trade." "Jest goin' round the country?" amended cousin Josiah, with the preliminary insinuation Amelia knew so well.
But the clock-mender bent over his work; all he was conscious of was the eternal tick-tock! tick-tock! on and on, without cessation. Carmichael walked his horse. This morning he had ridden out almost to the frontier and was now on his return.
Remember, Jugendheit will always welcome you. I must be going. I have much to do between now and midnight. The good God will unravel the snarl." "Or forget it," cynically. "Good-by, Ludwig." There was a hand-clasp, and the mountaineer took himself off. The clock-mender philosophically reached for his tools.
"Your highness does not recognize me, then?" asked the clock-mender. "Come closer," commanded the duke. The clock-mender obeyed. "Take off those spectacles." The duke scanned the features, and over his own came the dawn of recollection. "Your eyes, your nose Arnsberg, here and alive? Oh, this is too good to be true!" The duke reached out toward the bell, but Carmichael interposed.
"Damnable wretch!" said the duke, addressing the Gipsy. The other shrugged. He had been promised immunity; that was all he cared about, unless it was the bag of silver and gold this old clock-mender had given him a few hours gone. "I am summoning her highness," said the duke, as he struck the bell.
He had a glimpse of the ancient clock-mender himself, however, huddled over a table upon which sputtered a candle. It touched up his face with grotesque lights. Here was age, mused the man outside the window; nothing less than fourscore years rested upon those rounded shoulders.
Gretchen had gone home with her clock; but still Herr Ludwig, as the mountaineer called himself, tarried in the dim and dusty shop. Clocks, old and new, broken and whole, clocks from the four ends of the world; and watches, thick and clumsy, thin and graceful, of gold and silver and pewter. "Is there anything you want?" asked the clock-mender. Herr Ludwig turned.
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