Nicholas Nickleby - The Original Classic Edition. Dickens Charles
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logs which were piled upon the hearth. The bottle and pipe were ready, and, upon the whole, the place looked very comfortable.
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'"Leave the lamp," said the baron.
'"Anything else, my lord?" inquired the domestic.
'"The room," replied the baron. The domestic obeyed, and the baron locked the door.
'"I'll smoke a last pipe," said the baron, "and then I'll be off." So, putting the knife upon the table till he wanted it, and tossing off
a goodly measure of wine, the Lord of Grogzwig threw himself back in his chair, stretched his legs out before the fire, and puffed
away.
'He thought about a great many things--about his present troubles and past days of bachelorship, and about the Lincoln greens,
long since dispersed up and down the country, no one knew whither: with the exception of two who had been unfortunately beheaded, and four who had killed themselves with drinking. His mind was running upon bears and boars, when, in the process of draining his glass to the bottom, he raised his eyes, and saw, for the first time and with unbounded astonishment, that he was not alone.
'No, he was not; for, on the opposite side of the fire, there sat with folded arms a wrinkled hideous figure, with deeply sunk and bloodshot eyes, and an immensely long cadaverous face, shadowed by jagged and matted locks of coarse black hair. He wore a kind of tunic of a dull bluish colour, which, the baron observed, on regarding it attentively, was clasped or ornamented down the front with coffin handles. His legs, too, were encased in coffin plates as though in armour; and over his left shoulder he wore a short dusky cloak, which seemed made of a remnant of some pall. He took no notice of the baron, but was intently eyeing the fire.
'"Halloa!" said the baron, stamping his foot to attract attention.
'"Halloa!" replied the stranger, moving his eyes towards the baron, but not his face or himself "What now?"
'"What now!" replied the baron, nothing daunted by his hollow voice and lustreless eyes. "I should ask that question. How did you
get here?"
'"Through the door," replied the figure.
'"What are you?" says the baron.
'"A man," replied the figure.
'"I don't believe it," says the baron.
'"Disbelieve it then," says the figure.
'"I will," rejoined the baron.
'The figure looked at the bold Baron of Grogzwig for some time, and then said familiarly,
'"There's no coming over you, I see. I'm not a man!"
'"What are you then?" asked the baron.
'"A genius," replied the figure.
'"You don't look much like one," returned the baron scornfully.
'"I am the Genius of Despair and Suicide," said the apparition. "Now you know me."
'With these words the apparition turned towards the baron, as if composing himself for a talk--and, what was very remarkable, was,
that he threw his cloak aside, and displaying a stake, which was run through the centre of his body, pulled it out with a jerk, and laid
it on the table, as composedly as if it had been a walking-stick.
'"Now," said the figure, glancing at the hunting-knife, "are you ready for me?"
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'"Not quite," rejoined the baron; "I must finish this pipe first."
'"Look sharp then," said the figure.
'"You seem in a hurry," said the baron.
'"Why, yes, I am," answered the figure; "they're doing a pretty brisk business in my way, over in England and France just now, and my
time is a good deal taken up."
'"Do you drink?" said the baron, touching the bottle with the bowl of his pipe.
'"Nine times out of ten, and then very hard," rejoined the figure, drily.
'"Never in moderation?" asked the baron.
'"Never," replied the figure, with a shudder, "that breeds cheerfulness."
'The baron took another look at his new friend, whom he thought an uncommonly queer customer, and at length inquired whether
he took any active part in such little proceedings as that which he had in contemplation.
'"No," replied the figure evasively; "but I am always present."
'"Just to see fair, I suppose?" said the baron.
'"Just that," replied the figure, playing with his stake, and examining the ferule. "Be as quick as you can, will you, for there's a young gentleman who is afflicted with too much money and leisure wanting me now, I find."
'"Going to kill himself because he has too much money!" exclaimed the baron, quite tickled. "Ha! ha! that's a good one." (This was the first time the baron had laughed for many a long day.)
'"I say," expostulated the figure, looking very much scared; "don't do that again."
'"Why not?" demanded the baron.
'"Because it gives me pain all over," replied the figure. "Sigh as much as you please: that does me good."
'The baron sighed mechanically at the mention of the word; the figure, brightening up again, handed him the hunting-knife with
most winning politeness.
'"It's not a bad idea though," said the baron, feeling the edge of the weapon; "a man killing himself because he has too much
money."
'"Pooh!" said the apparition, petulantly, "no better than a man's killing himself because he has none or little."
'Whether the genius unintentionally committed himself in saying this, or whether he thought the baron's mind was so thoroughly made up that it didn't matter what he said, I have no means of knowing. I only know that the baron stopped his hand, all of a sud-den, opened his eyes wide, and looked as if quite a new light had come upon him for the first time.
'"Why, certainly," said Von Koeldwethout, "nothing is too bad to be retrieved."
'"Except empty coffers," cried the genius.
'"Well; but they may be one day filled again," said the baron.
'"Scolding wives," snarled the genius.
'"Oh! They may be made quiet," said the baron.
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'"Thirteen children," shouted the genius.
'"Can't all go wrong, surely," said the baron.
'The genius was evidently growing very savage with the baron, for holding these opinions all at once; but he tried to laugh it off, and
said if he would let him know when he had left off joking he should feel obliged to him.
'"But I am not joking; I was never farther from it," remonstrated the baron.
'"Well, I am glad to hear that," said the genius, looking very grim, "because a joke, without any figure of speech, IS the death of me.
Come! Quit this dreary world at once."
'"I don't know," said the baron, playing with the knife; "it's a dreary one certainly, but I don't think yours is much better, for you have not the appearance of being particularly comfortable. That puts me in mind--what security have I, that I shall be any the better for going out of the world after all!" he cried, starting up; "I never thought of that."
'"Dispatch," cried the figure, gnashing his teeth.
'"Keep off !" said the baron. 'I'll brood over miseries no longer, but put a good face on the matter, and try the fresh air and the bears again; and if that don't do, I'll talk to the baroness soundly, and cut the Von Swillenhausens dead.' With this the baron fell into his chair, and laughed so loud and boisterously, that the room rang with it.