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Barnaby Rudge

Chapter 38

The secretary put his hand before his eyes to shade them from the
glare of the lamp, and for some moments looked at Hugh with a
frowning brow, as if he remembered to have seen him lately, but
could not call to mind where, or on what occasion. His uncertainty
was very brief, for before Hugh had spoken a word, he said, as his
countenance cleared up:

'Ay, ay, I recollect. It's quite right, John, you needn't wait.
Don't go, Dennis.'

'Your servant, master,' said Hugh, as Grueby disappeared.

'Yours, friend,' returned the secretary in his smoothest manner.
'What brings YOU here? We left nothing behind us, I hope?'

Hugh gave a short laugh, and thrusting his hand into his breast,
produced one of the handbills, soiled and dirty from lying out of
doors all night, which he laid upon the secretary's desk after
flattening it upon his knee, and smoothing out the wrinkles with
his heavy palm.

'Nothing but that, master. It fell into good hands, you see.'

'What is this!' said Gashford, turning it over with an air of
perfectly natural surprise. 'Where did you get it from, my good
fellow; what does it mean? I don't understand this at all.'

A little disconcerted by this reception, Hugh looked from the
secretary to Dennis, who had risen and was standing at the table
too, observing the stranger by stealth, and seeming to derive the
utmost satisfaction from his manners and appearance. Considering
himself silently appealed to by this action, Mr Dennis shook his
head thrice, as if to say of Gashford, 'No. He don't know anything
at all about it. I know he don't. I'll take my oath he don't;'
and hiding his profile from Hugh with one long end of his frowzy
neckerchief, nodded and chuckled behind this screen in extreme
approval of the secretary's proceedings.

'It tells the man that finds it, to come here, don't it?' asked
Hugh. 'I'm no scholar, myself, but I showed it to a friend, and he
said it did.'

'It certainly does,' said Gashford, opening his eyes to their
utmost width; 'really this is the most remarkable circumstance I
have ever known. How did you come by this piece of paper, my good

'Muster Gashford,' wheezed the hangman under his breath, 'agin' all

Whether Hugh heard him, or saw by his manner that he was being
played upon, or perceived the secretary's drift of himself, he came
in his blunt way to the point at once.

'Here!' he said, stretching out his hand and taking it back; 'never
mind the bill, or what it says, or what it don't say. You don't
know anything about it, master,--no more do I,--no more does he,'
glancing at Dennis. 'None of us know what it means, or where it
comes from: there's an end of that. Now I want to make one against
the Catholics, I'm a No-Popery man, and ready to be sworn in.
That's what I've come here for.'

'Put him down on the roll, Muster Gashford,' said Dennis
approvingly. 'That's the way to go to work--right to the end at
once, and no palaver.'

'What's the use of shooting wide of the mark, eh, old boy!' cried

'My sentiments all over!' rejoined the hangman. 'This is the sort
of chap for my division, Muster Gashford. Down with him, sir. Put
him on the roll. I'd stand godfather to him, if he was to be
christened in a bonfire, made of the ruins of the Bank of England.'

With these and other expressions of confidence of the like
flattering kind, Mr Dennis gave him a hearty slap on the back,
which Hugh was not slow to return.

'No Popery, brother!' cried the hangman.

'No Property, brother!' responded Hugh.

'Popery, Popery,' said the secretary with his usual mildness.

'It's all the same!' cried Dennis. 'It's all right. Down with
him, Muster Gashford. Down with everybody, down with everything!
Hurrah for the Protestant religion! That's the time of day,
Muster Gashford!'

The secretary regarded them both with a very favourable expression
of countenance, while they gave loose to these and other
demonstrations of their patriotic purpose; and was about to make
some remark aloud, when Dennis, stepping up to him, and shading his
mouth with his hand, said, in a hoarse whisper, as he nudged him
with his elbow:

'Don't split upon a constitutional officer's profession, Muster
Gashford. There are popular prejudices, you know, and he mightn't
like it. Wait till he comes to be more intimate with me. He's a
fine-built chap, an't he?'

'A powerful fellow indeed!'

'Did you ever, Muster Gashford,' whispered Dennis, with a horrible
kind of admiration, such as that with which a cannibal might regard
his intimate friend, when hungry,--'did you ever--and here he drew
still closer to his ear, and fenced his mouth with both his open
bands--'see such a throat as his? Do but cast your eye upon it.
There's a neck for stretching, Muster Gashford!'

The secretary assented to this proposition with the best grace he
could assume--it is difficult to feign a true professional relish:
which is eccentric sometimes--and after asking the candidate a few
unimportant questions, proceeded to enrol him a member of the Great
Protestant Association of England. If anything could have exceeded
Mr Dennis's joy on the happy conclusion of this ceremony, it would
have been the rapture with which he received the announcement that
the new member could neither read nor write: those two arts being
(as Mr Dennis swore) the greatest possible curse a civilised
community could know, and militating more against the professional
emoluments and usefulness of the great constitutional office he had
the honour to hold, than any adverse circumstances that could
present themselves to his imagination.

The enrolment being completed, and Hugh having been informed by
Gashford, in his peculiar manner, of the peaceful and strictly
lawful objects contemplated by the body to which he now belonged--
during which recital Mr Dennis nudged him very much with his elbow,
and made divers remarkable faces--the secretary gave them both to
understand that he desired to be alone. Therefore they took their
leaves without delay, and came out of the house together.

'Are you walking, brother?' said Dennis.

'Ay!' returned Hugh. 'Where you will.'

'That's social,' said his new friend. 'Which way shall we take?
Shall we go and have a look at doors that we shall make a pretty
good clattering at, before long--eh, brother?'

Hugh answering in the affirmative, they went slowly down to
Westminster, where both houses of Parliament were then sitting.
Mingling in the crowd of carriages, horses, servants, chairmen,
link-boys, porters, and idlers of all kinds, they lounged about;
while Hugh's new friend pointed out to him significantly the weak
parts of the building, how easy it was to get into the lobby, and
so to the very door of the House of Commons; and how plainly, when
they marched down there in grand array, their roars and shouts
would be heard by the members inside; with a great deal more to the
same purpose, all of which Hugh received with manifest delight.

He told him, too, who some of the Lords and Commons were, by name,
as they came in and out; whether they were friendly to the Papists
or otherwise; and bade him take notice of their liveries and
equipages, that he might be sure of them, in case of need.
Sometimes he drew him close to the windows of a passing carriage,
that he might see its master's face by the light of the lamps; and,
both in respect of people and localities, he showed so much
acquaintance with everything around, that it was plain he had often
studied there before; as indeed, when they grew a little more
confidential, he confessed he had.

Perhaps the most striking part of all this was, the number of
people--never in groups of more than two or three together--who
seemed to be skulking about the crowd for the same purpose. To the
greater part of these, a slight nod or a look from Hugh's companion
was sufficient greeting; but, now and then, some man would come and
stand beside him in the throng, and, without turning his head or
appearing to communicate with him, would say a word or two in a low
voice, which he would answer in the same cautious manner. Then
they would part, like strangers. Some of these men often
reappeared again unexpectedly in the crowd close to Hugh, and, as
they passed by, pressed his hand, or looked him sternly in the
face; but they never spoke to him, nor he to them; no, not a word.

It was remarkable, too, that whenever they happened to stand where
there was any press of people, and Hugh chanced to be looking
downward, he was sure to see an arm stretched out--under his own
perhaps, or perhaps across him--which thrust some paper into the
hand or pocket of a bystander, and was so suddenly withdrawn that
it was impossible to tell from whom it came; nor could he see in
any face, on glancing quickly round, the least confusion or
surprise. They often trod upon a paper like the one he carried in
his breast, but his companion whispered him not to touch it or to
take it up,--not even to look towards it,--so there they let them
lie, and passed on.

When they had paraded the street and all the avenues of the
building in this manner for near two hours, they turned away, and
his friend asked him what he thought of what he had seen, and
whether he was prepared for a good hot piece of work if it should
come to that. The hotter the better,' said Hugh, 'I'm prepared for
anything.'--'So am I,' said his friend, 'and so are many of us;
and they shook hands upon it with a great oath, and with many
terrible imprecations on the Papists.

As they were thirsty by this time, Dennis proposed that they should
repair together to The Boot, where there was good company and
strong liquor. Hugh yielding a ready assent, they bent their steps
that way with no loss of time.

This Boot was a lone house of public entertainment, situated in the
fields at the back of the Foundling Hospital; a very solitary spot
at that period, and quite deserted after dark. The tavern stood at
some distance from any high road, and was approachable only by a
dark and narrow lane; so that Hugh was much surprised to find
several people drinking there, and great merriment going on. He
was still more surprised to find among them almost every face that
had caught his attention in the crowd; but his companion having
whispered him outside the door, that it was not considered good
manners at The Boot to appear at all curious about the company, he
kept his own counsel, and made no show of recognition.

Before putting his lips to the liquor which was brought for them,
Dennis drank in a loud voice the health of Lord George Gordon,
President of the Great Protestant Association; which toast Hugh
pledged likewise, with corresponding enthusiasm. A fiddler who was
present, and who appeared to act as the appointed minstrel of the
company, forthwith struck up a Scotch reel; and that in tones so
invigorating, that Hugh and his friend (who had both been drinking
before) rose from their seats as by previous concert, and, to the
great admiration of the assembled guests, performed an
extemporaneous No-Popery Dance.

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82

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