CHAPTER XLVI.

TOBIAS'S HEART IS TOUCHED.

Tobias is no worse all this time. But is he better? Has the godlike

spirit of reason come back to the mind-benighted boy? Has that pure and

gentle spirit recovered from its fearful thraldom, and once again opened

its eyes to the world and the knowledge of the past? We shall see.

Accompany us, reader, once again to the house of Colonel Jeffery. You

will not regret looking upon the pale face of poor Tobias again. The

room is darkened, for the sun is shining brightly, and an almond tree in

the front garden is not sufficiently umbrageous in its uncongenial soil

to keep the bright rays from resting too strongly upon the face of the

boy. There he lies! His eyes are closed, and the long lashes--for

Tobias, poor fellow, was a pretty boy--hung upon his cheek, held down by

the moisture of a tear. The face is pale, oh, so pale and thin, and the

one arm and hand that lies outside the coverlet of the bed, show the

blue veins through the thin transparent skin. And all this is the work

of Sweeney Todd. Well, well! heaven is patient! In the room is

everything that can conduce to the comfort of the slumbering boy.

Colonel Jeffery has kept his word. And now that we have taken a look at

Tobias, tread gently on tip-toe, reader, and come with us down stairs to

the back drawing-room, where Colonel Jeffery, his friend Captain

Rathbone, the surgeon, and Mrs. Ragg are assembled. Mrs. Ragg is "crying

her eyes out," as the saying is.

"Sit down, Mrs. Ragg," said the colonel, "sit down and compose yourself.

Come, now, there is no good done by this immoderate grief."

"But I can't help it."

"You can control it. Sit down."

"But I oughtn't to sit down. I'm the cook, you know, sir."

"Well, well; never mind that, if you are my cook. If I ask you to be

seated, you may waive all ceremony. We want to ask you a few questions,

Mrs. Ragg."

Upon this Tobias's mother did sit down, but it was upon the extreme edge

of a chair, so that the slightest touch to it in the world would have

knocked it from under her, and down she would have gone on to the floor.

"I'm sure, gentlemen, I'll answer anything I know, and more too, with

all the pleasure in life, for, as I often said to poor Mr. Ragg, who is

dead and gone, and buried accordingly in St. Martin's, as he naturally

might, and a long illness he had, and what with one thing and--"

"Yes! yes! we know all that. Just attend to us for one moment, if you

please, and do not speak until you thoroughly understand the nature of

the question we are about to put to you."

"Certainly not, sir. Why should I speak, for as I often and often said,

when--"

"Hush, hush!"

Mrs. Ragg was silent at last, and then the surgeon spoke to her calmly

and deliberately, for he much wished her clearly to understand what he

was saying to her.

"Mrs. Ragg, we still think that the faculties of your son Tobias are not

permanently injured, and that they are only suffering from a frightful

shock."

"Yes, sir, they is frightfully shook."

"Hush! We think that if anything that greatly interested him could be

brought to bear upon the small amount of perception that remains to him

he would recover. Do you now know of anything that might exercise a

strong influence over him?"

"Lord bless you--no, sir."

"How old is he?"

"Fifteen, sir, and you would hardly believe what a time of it I had with

Tobias. All the neighbours said--'Well, if Mrs. Ragg gets over this,

she's a woman of ten thousand;' and Mrs. Whistlesides, as lived next

door, and had twins herself, owned she never--"

"Good God, will you be quiet, madam?"

"Quiet, sir? I'm sure I haven't said two words since I've been in the

blessed room. I appeal to the _kernel_."

"Well! well! it appears then, Mrs. Ragg, you can think of nothing that

is at all likely to aid us in this plan of awakening, by some strong

impression, the dormant faculties of Tobias?"

"No, gentlemen, no! I only wish I could, poor boy; and there's somebody

else wasting away for grief about him; poor little thing, when she heard

that Tobias was mad, I'm sure I thought she'd have broke her heart, for

if Tobias ever loved anybody in all the world, it was little Minna Gray.

Ah! it's affecting to think how such children love each other, ain't it,

sir? Lord bless you, the sound of her footstep was enough for him, and

his eyes would get like two stars, as he'd clap his hands together, and

cry--'Ah! that's dear Minna.' That was before he went to Mr. Todd's,

poor fellow."

"Indeed!"

"Yes, sir, oh, you haven't an idea."

"I think I have. Who is this Minna Gray, who so enthralled his boyish

fancy?"

"Why, she's widow Gray's only child, and they live in Milford Lane,

close to the Temple, you see, and even Tobias used to go with me to

drink tea with Mrs. Gray, as we was both _bequeathed_ women in a world

of trouble."

"You were what?"

"Bequeathed."

"Bereaved you mean, I suppose, Mrs. Ragg; but how could you tell me that

you knew of no means of moving Tobias's feelings. This Minna Gray, if he

really loves her, is the very thing."

"Lor, sir. What do you mean?"

"Why, I mean that if you can get this Minna Gray here, the possibility

is that it will be the recovery of Tobias. At all events, it is the only

chance of that kind that presents itself. If that fails, we must only

trust to time. How old is this girl?"

"About fourteen, sir, and though I say it--"

"Well, well. Do you now, as a woman of the world, Mrs. Ragg, think that

she has an affection for poor Tobias?"

"Do I think? Lor bless you, sir, she doats on the ground he walks on,

that she does--poor young thing. Hasn't she grizzled a bit. It puts me

in mind of--"

"Yes, yes. Of course it does. Now, Mrs. Ragg, you understand it is an

object with our friend the colonel here, that no one but yourself should

know that Tobias is here. Could you get this young girl to come to tea,

for instance, with you, without telling her what else she is wanted

for?"

"Dear me, yes, sir; for, as I used to say to Mr. Ragg, who is dead and

gone, and buried in St. Martin's--"

"Exactly. Now go and get her by all means, and when she comes here we

will speak to her, but above all things be careful what you say."

"I think Mrs. Ragg is already aware," said Colonel Jeffery, "that her

son's safety, as well as her own, depends upon her discretion in keeping

his whereabouts a profound secret. We will instruct this young girl when

she comes here."

Colonel Jeffery, when he heard that the medical man was of opinion that

the experiment of awakening the feelings of Tobias, by bringing Minna

Gray, was worth trying, at once acquiesced, and urged upon Mrs. Ragg to

go and see Minna. After many more speeches, about as much to the purpose

as those which we have already formed, Mrs. Ragg got herself dressed and

went upon her errand. She was instructed to say that she had found

herself unequal to being a laundress in the Temple, and so had thought

it was better to return to her own original occupation of cook in a

gentleman's family, and that, as she had the liberty to do so, she

wished Minna Gray to come and take tea with her. Thus forewarned of the

part she was to play, Mrs. Ragg started upon her mission, in which we

need not follow her, for the result of it is all that we particularly

care about, and that consisted in her bringing Minna in great triumph to

the colonel's house. Colonel Jeffery, and Captain Rathbone, who was

staying to dine with him, saw the young girl as she came up the garden

path. She was one of those small, delicately beautiful young creatures,

who seem specially made to love and be loved. Her light auburn hair hung

in dancing curls down her fair cheeks, and her beautifully shaped lips

and pearly teeth were of themselves features that imparted much

loveliness to her countenance. She had, too, about her face all the

charm of childish beauty, which bespoke her so young as to have lost

little of that springtide grace, which, alas! is so fleeting. Add to all

this a manner so timid, so gentle, and so retiring, that she seemed to

be an inhabitant of some quieter world than this, and you have Minna

Gray, who had crept into the boyish heart of poor Tobias, before your

eyes.

"What a gentle quiet looking little creature," said the captain.

"She is indeed; and what a contrast!"

"Between her and Mrs. Ragg, you mean? It does indeed look like an

elephant escorting a fawn. But Mrs. Ragg has her good qualities."

"She has, and they are numerous. She is honest and candid as the day,

and almost the only fault that can be laid to her charge is her

garrulity."

"How do you mean to proceed?"

"Why, Rathbone, I mean to condescend to do what, under any other

circumstances, would be most unjustifiable--that is, listen to the

conversation of Mrs. Ragg with Minna Gray; I do so with the concurrence

of the old lady, who is to lead her to speak of Tobias, and it is solely

for the purpose of judging if she really loves the boy, and making a

proper report to the surgeon, that I do so."

"You are right enough, Jeffery; the end in this case, at all events,

sanctifies the means, however defective such a system of philosophy may

be as a general thing. May I likewise be an auditor?"

"I was going to ask you to so far oblige me, for I shall then have the

advantage of your opinion; so you will do me a favour."

There was a small pantry called a butler's pantry close to the kitchen,

into which Mrs. Ragg had taken Minna Gray. A door opened from this

pantry into the kitchen, and another on to the landing at the foot of

the kitchen stairs. Now Mrs. Ragg was to take care that the door opening

to the kitchen should be just ajar, and the colonel and his friend could

get into the pantry by the other mode of entrance. Colonel Jeffery was a

gentleman in the fullest sense of the term, and he kept no useless

bloated menials about him, so the butler's pantry had no butler to

interfere with him, the colonel, in his own house. In the course of a

few minutes Jeffery and Rathbone were in the pantry, from whence they

could both see and hear what passed in the kitchen. To be sure there was

a certain air of restraint about Mrs. Ragg at the thought that her

master was listening to what passed, and that lady had a propensity to

use hard words, of the meaning of which she was in the most delightful

state of ignorance; but as it was to Minna Gray's conversation that the

colonel wanted to listen, these little peculiarities of Mrs. Ragg upon

the occasion did not much matter. Of course, Minna thought she had no

other auditors than her old friend. Mrs. Ragg was quite busy over the

tea.

"Well, my dear," she said to Minna, "this is a world we live in."

Mrs. Ragg, no doubt, intended this as a discursive sort of remark that

might open any conversation very well, and lead to anything, and she was

not disappointed, for it seemed to give to the young girl courage to

utter that which was struggling to her lips.

"Mrs.--Mrs. Ragg," she began, hesitatingly.

"Yes. My dear, let me fill your cup."

"Thank you; but I was going to say--"

"A little more sugar?"

"No, no. But I cannot place a morsel in my lips, Mrs. Ragg, or think or

speak to you of anything else, until you have told me if you have heard

any news of poor--poor--"

"Tobias?"

"Yes--yes--yes!"

Minna Gray placed her two little hands upon her face and burst into

tears. Mrs. Ragg made a snuffling sort of noise that, no doubt, was

highly sympathetic, and after a pause of a few moments' duration, Minna

gathered courage to speak again.

"You know, Mrs. Ragg, the last you told me of him was that--that Mr.

Todd had said he was mad, you know, and then you went to fetch somebody,

and when you came back he was gone; and Mr. Todd told you the next day

that poor Tobias ran off at great speed and disappeared. Has anything

been heard of him since?"

"Ah, my dear, alas! alas!"

"Why do you cry alas?--Have you any more sad news to tell me?"

"He was my only son--and all the world and his wife, as the saying is,

can't tell how much I loved him."

Minna Gray clasped her hands, and, while the tears coursed down her

young fair cheeks, she said--

"And I, too, loved him!"

"I always thought you did, my dear, and I'm sure, if you had been an

angel out of Heaven, my poor boy could not have thought more of you than

he did. There was nothing that you said or did that was not excellent.

He loved the ground you walked on; and a little old worsted mitten, that

you left at our place once, he used to wear round his neck, and kiss it

when he thought no one was nigh, and say--'This was my Minna's!'"

The young girl let her head rest upon her hands, and sobbed

convulsively.

"Lost--lost!" she said, "and poor, kind, good Tobias is lost!"

"No, my dear, it's a long lane that hasn't a turning. Pluck up your

courage, and your courage will pluck up you. Keep sixpence in one

pocket, and hope in another. When things are at the worst they mend. You

can't get further down in a well than the bottom."

Minna sobbed on.

"And so, my dear," added Mrs. Ragg, "I do know something more of

Tobias."

The young girl looked up.

"He lives!--he lives!"

"Lor a mussy, don't lay hold of a body so. Of course he lives, and,

what's more, the doctor says that you ought to see him--he's up stairs."

"Here?--here?"

"Yes, to be sure. That's why I brought you to tea."

Minna Gray took a fit of trembling, and then, making great efforts to

compose herself, she said--

"Tell me all--tell me all!"

"Well, my dear, it's an ill wind that blows nobody good, and so here I

am, cook in as good a place as mortal woman would wish to have. I can't

tell you all the rights of the story, because I don't know it. But

certainly Tobias is up stairs in bed like a gentleman, only they say as

his brains is--is something or another that makes him not understand

anything or anybody, and so you see the doctor says if you speak to him,

who knows but what he may come to himself?"

With an intuitive tact that belongs to some minds, and which Minna Gray,

despite the many disadvantages of her social position, possessed in an

eminent degree, she understood at once the whole affair. Tobias was

suffering from some aberration of intellect, which the voice and the

presence of one whom he loved fondly might dissipate. Would she shrink

from the trial?--would her delicacy take the alarm and overcome her

great desire to recover Tobias? Oh, no; she loved him with a love that

far outstripped all smaller feelings, and, if ever there was a time when

that love took complete possession of her heart, it was at this

affecting moment, when she was told that her voice might have the magic

power of calling back to him the wandering reason that harshness and

ill-usage had for a time toppled from its throne.

"Take me to him!" she cried--"take me to him! If all that is wanted to

recover him be the voice of affection, he will soon be as he was once to

us."

"Well, my dear, take your tea, and I'll go and speak to the _kernel_."

It was now time for Colonel Jeffery and his friend, the captain, to

retire from the pantry, where we need not say that they had been pleased

and affected listeners to what had passed between Mrs. Ragg and the fair

and intelligent Minna Gray, who, in beauty and intelligence, far

exceeded their utmost expectations.