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But when Herbert and I had held our momentous conversation, I was seized with a feverish conviction that I ought to hunt the matter down, that I ought not to let it rest, but that I ought to see Mr. Jaggers, and come at the bare truth.
The lad wouldn't 'ave the nerve. Face like a girl." "Monkey ain't the only one," muttered Joses. "Silver's in it, too up to the neck." When Joses left to catch his train Jaggers accompanied him across the yard. "Yes," he said, "if she wins there'll be plenty for all." The tout hovered in the gate. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, with emphasis. "Very glad."
Jaggers, who corroborated the statement that a colonist named Abel Magwitch, of New South Wales, was my benefactor, and admitted that a Mr. Provis had written to him on behalf of Magwitch, concerning my address, we decided that the best thing to be done was to take a lodging for Mr. Provis on the riverside below the Pool, at Mill Pond Bank.
Then I asked if there were many clerks? to which he replied, "We don't run much into clerks, because there's only one Jaggers, and people won't have him at second hand. There are only four of us. Would you like to see 'em? You are one of us, as I may say." I accepted the offer. When Mr.
"Don't start," mused Joses. "That's a tall order." The trainer picked his teeth. "A monkey's money," he said. The fat man sniggered. "It's worth money, too," he remarked. "Give you a new start in a new country," continued Jaggers. "Quite the capitalist." Joses's eyes wandered. "I don't say it mightn't fix it," he said at last cautiously. "But it'd mean cash.
"If I could buy the furniture now hired for me," said I, "and one or two other little things, I should be quite at home there." "Go it!" said Mr. Jaggers, with a short laugh. "I told you you'd get on. Well! How much do you want?" I said I didn't know how much. "Come!" retorted Mr. Jaggers. "How much? Fifty pounds?" "O, not nearly so much." "Five pounds?" said Mr. Jaggers.
Pip!" calling me back, and speaking low. "This is altogether a Walworth sentiment, please." "I understand. Not to be mentioned in Little Britain," said I. Wemmick nodded. "After what you let out the other day, Mr. Jaggers may as well not know of it. He might think my brain was softening, or something of the kind."
I have no hope of its being untrue, but at least I may verify it." Mr. Jaggers nodded. "But did you say 'told' or 'informed'?" he asked me, with his head on one side, and not looking at me, but looking in a listening way at the floor. "Told would seem to imply verbal communication. You can't have verbal communication with a man in New South Wales, you know." "I will say, informed, Mr. Jaggers."
"Is that confidence to be imparted to me soon?" "Waive that, a moment," said Mr. Jaggers, "and ask another." I looked about me, but there appeared to be now no possible escape from the inquiry, "Have-I anything to receive, sir?" On that, Mr. Jaggers said, triumphantly, "I thought we should come to it!" and called to Wemmick to give him that piece of paper.
Gettin' weary, carryin' 'round my share of the money?" chuckled the voice of Dan Jaggers. Then that shaggy young bully stepped out from behind a tree. "Ye've been long enough," growled his relieved uncle. "But I'm glad t' see ye're in good enough shape." "Oh, I'm all right," admitted Jaggers, serenely, as he came forward. "I've been back here for hours."
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