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Herbert drove into Crikswich at night, and stopped at Crickledon's, where he heard that Van Diemen was dining with Tinman. Crickledon the carpenter permitted certain dry curves to play round his lips like miniature shavings at the name of Tinman; but Herbert asked, "What is it now?" in vain, and he went to Crickledon the cook.
The sound of sawing attracted him to Crickledon's shop, and the industrious carpenter soon put him on the tide of affairs. Crickledon pointed to the house on the beach as the place where Mr. Van Diemen Smith and his daughter were staying. "Dear me! and how does he look?" said Fellingham. "Our town seems to agree with him, sir." "Well, I must not say any more, I suppose."
Cavely, purchasing furniture for Elba Hall. Mrs. Crickledon had no scruple in saying, that Mrs. Cavely meant her brother to inhabit the Hall, though Mr. Smith had outbid him in the purchase. According to her, Tinman and Mr. Smith had their differences; for Mr. Smith was a very outspoken gentleman, and had been known to call Tinman names that no man of spirit would bear if he was not scheming.
"Crickledon, my dear soul, your husband is labouring with a bit of fun," Herbert said to her. "He would n't laugh loud at Punch, for fear of an action," she replied. "He never laughs out till he gets to bed, and has locked the door; and when he does he says 'Hush! to me. Tinman is n't bailiff again just yet, and where he has his bailiff's best Court suit from, you may ask.
Crickledon the cook stood for her own opinions, and directed the public conduct of Crickledon the carpenter; and if he went astray from the line she marked out, she put it down to human nature, to which she was tolerant. He, when she had not followed his advice, ascribed it to the nature of women.
A linen sheet bad been flung out from one of the windows of the house on the beach, and flew loose and flapping in sign of distress. "It looks as if they had gone mad in that house, to have waited so long for to declare theirselves, poor souls," Mrs. Crickledon said, sighing. She was assured right and left that signals had been seen before, and some one stated that the cook of Mr.
He furnished them sound and motion for their amusement, and now and then a scrap of conversation; and the sedater spirits dwelling in his immediate neighbourhood were accustomed to step in and see him work up to supper- time, instead of resorting to the more turbid and costly excitement of the public-house. Crickledon looked up from the measurement of a thumb-line.
Crickledon brought down two messages from her invalid, each positive, to the effect that he would fight with all the arms of English law rather than yield his point. Tinman declared it to be quite out of the question that he should pay a penny. Phippun vowed that from one or the other of them he would have the money.
"I think I will," said the other, and turned back abruptly. "How long do you work in the day?" "Generally, all the hours of light," Crickledon replied; "and always up to supper-time." "You're healthy and happy?" "Nothing to complain of." "Good appetite?" "Pretty regular." "You never take a holiday?" "Except Sundays." "You'd like to be working then?" "I won't say that."
Tinman was waiting for the cheapest Insurance office," a man remarked to Mrs. Crickledon. "The least to pay is to the undertaker," she replied, standing on tiptoe. "And it's to be hoped he 'll pay more to-day. If only those walls don't fall and stop the chance of the boat to save him for more outlay, poor man!
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