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Chapter 6
Charles Dickens
 
 
1       I HAD led this life about a month, when the man with the wooden leg
2  began to stump about with a mop and a bucket of water, from which
3  I inferred that preparations were making to receive Mr. Creakle and
4  the boys. I was not mistaken; for the mop came into the schoolroom
5  before long, and turned out Mr. Mell and me, who lived where we
6  could, and got on how we could, for some days, during which we were
7  always in the way of two or three young women, who had rarely shown
8  themselves before, and were so continually in the midst of dust
9  that I sneezed almost as much as if Salem House had been a great
10  snuff-box.

11       One day I was informed by Mr. Mell that Mr. Creakle would be home
12  that evening. In the evening, after tea, I heard that he was come.
13  Before bedtime, I was fetched by the man with the wooden leg to
14  appear before him.

15       Mr. Creakle's part of the house was a good deal more comfortable
16  than ours, and he had a snug bit of garden that looked pleasant
17  after the dusty playground, which was such a desert in miniature,
18  that I thought no one but a camel, or a dromedary, could have felt
19  at home in it. It seemed to me a bold thing even to take notice
20  that the passage looked comfortable, as I went on my way,
21  trembling, to Mr. Creakle's presence: which so abashed me, when I
22  was ushered into it, that I hardly saw Mrs. Creakle or Miss Creakle
23  (who were both there, in the parlour), or anything but Mr. Creakle,
24  a stout gentleman with a bunch of watch-chain and seals, in an
25  arm-chair, with a tumbler and bottle beside him.

26       'So!' said Mr. Creakle. 'This is the young gentleman whose teeth
27  are to be filed! Turn him round.'

28       The wooden-legged man turned me about so as to exhibit the placard;
29  and having afforded time for a full survey of it, turned me about
30  again, with my face to Mr. Creakle, and posted himself at Mr.
31  Creakle's side. Mr. Creakle's face was fiery, and his eyes were
32  small, and deep in his head; he had thick veins in his forehead, a
33  little nose, and a large chin. He was bald on the top of his head;
34  and had some thin wet-looking hair that was just turning grey,
35  brushed across each temple, so that the two sides interlaced on his
36  forehead. But the circumstance about him which impressed me most,
37  was, that he had no voice, but spoke in a whisper. The exertion
38  this cost him, or the consciousness of talking in that feeble way,
39  made his angry face so much more angry, and his thick veins so much
40  thicker, when he spoke, that I am not surprised, on looking back,
41  at this peculiarity striking me as his chief one.
42  'Now,' said Mr. Creakle. 'What's the report of this boy?'

43       'There's nothing against him yet,' returned the man with the wooden
44  leg. 'There has been no opportunity.'

45       I thought Mr. Creakle was disappointed. I thought Mrs. and Miss
46  Creakle (at whom I now glanced for the first time, and who were,
47  both, thin and quiet) were not disappointed.

48       'Come here, sir!' said Mr. Creakle, beckoning to me.

49       'Come here!' said the man with the wooden leg, repeating the
50  gesture.

51       'I have the happiness of knowing your father-in-law,' whispered Mr.
52  Creakle, taking me by the ear; 'and a worthy man he is, and a man
53  of a strong character. He knows me, and I know him. Do YOU know
54  me? Hey?' said Mr. Creakle, pinching my ear with ferocious
55  playfulness.

56       'Not yet, sir,' I said, flinching with the pain.

57       'Not yet? Hey?' repeated Mr. Creakle. 'But you will soon. Hey?'

58       'You will soon. Hey?' repeated the man with the wooden leg. I
59  afterwards found that he generally acted, with his strong voice, as
60  Mr. Creakle's interpreter to the boys.

61       I was very much frightened, and said, I hoped so, if he pleased.
62  I felt, all this while, as if my ear were blazing; he pinched it so
63  hard.

64       'I'll tell you what I am,' whispered Mr. Creakle, letting it go at
65  last, with a screw at parting that brought the water into my eyes.
66  'I'm a Tartar.'

67       'A Tartar,' said the man with the wooden leg.

68       'When I say I'll do a thing, I do it,' said Mr. Creakle; 'and when
69  I say I will have a thing done, I will have it done.'

70       '- Will have a thing done, I will have it done,' repeated the man
71  with the wooden leg.

72       'I am a determined character,' said Mr. Creakle. 'That's what I
73  am. I do my duty. That's what I do. My flesh and blood' - he
74  looked at Mrs. Creakle as he said this - 'when it rises against me,
75  is not my flesh and blood. I discard it. Has that fellow' - to
76  the man with the wooden leg -'been here again?'

77       'No,' was the answer.

78       'No,' said Mr. Creakle. 'He knows better. He knows me. Let him
79  keep away. I say let him keep away,' said Mr. Creakle, striking
80  his hand upon the table, and looking at Mrs. Creakle, 'for he knows
81  me. Now you have begun to know me too, my young friend, and you
82  may go. Take him away.'

83       I was very glad to be ordered away, for Mrs. and Miss Creakle were
84  both wiping their eyes, and I felt as uncomfortable for them as I
85  did for myself. But I had a petition on my mind which concerned me
86  so nearly, that I couldn't help saying, though I wondered at my own
87  courage:

88       'If you please, sir -'

89       Mr. Creakle whispered, 'Hah! What's this?' and bent his eyes upon
90  me, as if he would have burnt me up with them.

91       'If you please, sir,' I faltered, 'if I might be allowed (I am very
92  sorry indeed, sir, for what I did) to take this writing off, before
93  the boys come back -'

94       Whether Mr. Creakle was in earnest, or whether he only did it to
95  frighten me, I don't know, but he made a burst out of his chair,
96  before which I precipitately retreated, without waiting for the
97  escort Of the man with the wooden leg, and never once stopped until
98  I reached my own bedroom, where, finding I was not pursued, I went
99  to bed, as it was time, and lay quaking, for a couple of hours.

100       Next morning Mr. Sharp came back. Mr. Sharp was the first master,
101  and superior to Mr. Mell. Mr. Mell took his meals with the boys,
102  but Mr. Sharp dined and supped at Mr. Creakle's table. He was a
103  limp, delicate-looking gentleman, I thought, with a good deal of
104  nose, and a way of carrying his head on one side, as if it were a
105  little too heavy for him. His hair was very smooth and wavy; but
106  I was informed by the very first boy who came back that it was a
107  wig (a second-hand one HE said), and that Mr. Sharp went out every
108  Saturday afternoon to get it curled.

109       It was no other than Tommy Traddles who gave me this piece of
110  intelligence. He was the first boy who returned. He introduced
111  himself by informing me that I should find his name on the right-
112  hand corner of the gate, over the top-bolt; upon that I said,
113  'Traddles?' to which he replied, 'The same,' and then he asked me
114  for a full account of myself and family.

115       It was a happy circumstance for me that Traddles came back first.
116  He enjoyed my placard so much, that he saved me from the
117  embarrassment of either disclosure or concealment, by presenting me
118  to every other boy who came back, great or small, immediately on
119  his arrival, in this form of introduction, 'Look here! Here's a
120  game!' Happily, too, the greater part of the boys came back
121  low-spirited, and were not so boisterous at my expense as I had
122  expected. Some of them certainly did dance about me like wild
123  Indians, and the greater part could not resist the temptation of
124  pretending that I was a dog, and patting and soothing me, lest I
125  should bite, and saying, 'Lie down, sir!' and calling me Towzer.
126  This was naturally confusing, among so many strangers, and cost me
127  some tears, but on the whole it was much better than I had
128  anticipated.

129       I was not considered as being formally received into the school,
130  however, until J. Steerforth arrived. Before this boy, who was
131  reputed to be a great scholar, and was very good-looking, and at
132  least half-a-dozen years my senior, I was carried as before a
133  magistrate. He inquired, under a shed in the playground, into the
134  particulars of my punishment, and was pleased to express his
135  opinion that it was 'a jolly shame'; for which I became bound to
136  him ever afterwards.

137       'What money have you got, Copperfield?' he said, walking aside with
138  me when he had disposed of my affair in these terms. I told him
139  seven shillings.

140       'You had better give it to me to take care of,' he said. 'At
141  least, you can if you like. You needn't if you don't like.'

142       I hastened to comply with his friendly suggestion, and opening
143  Peggotty's purse, turned it upside down into his hand.

144       'Do you want to spend anything now?' he asked me.

145       'No thank you,' I replied.

146       'You can, if you like, you know,' said Steerforth. 'Say the word.'

147       'No, thank you, sir,' I repeated.

148       'Perhaps you'd like to spend a couple of shillings or so, in a
149  bottle of currant wine by and by, up in the bedroom?' said
150  Steerforth. 'You belong to my bedroom, I find.'

151       It certainly had not occurred to me before, but I said, Yes, I
152  should like that.

153       'Very good,' said Steerforth. 'You'll be glad to spend another
154  shilling or so, in almond cakes, I dare say?'

155       I said, Yes, I should like that, too.

156       'And another shilling or so in biscuits, and another in fruit, eh?'
157  said Steerforth. 'I say, young Copperfield, you're going it!'

158       I smiled because he smiled, but I was a little troubled in my mind,
159  too.

160       'Well!' said Steerforth. 'We must make it stretch as far as we
161  can; that's all. I'll do the best in my power for you. I can go
162  out when I like, and I'll smuggle the prog in.' With these words
163  he put the money in his pocket, and kindly told me not to make
164  myself uneasy; he would take care it should be all right.
165  He was as good as his word, if that were all right which I had a
166  secret misgiving was nearly all wrong - for I feared it was a waste
167  of my mother's two half-crowns - though I had preserved the piece
168  of paper they were wrapped in: which was a precious saving. When
169  we went upstairs to bed, he produced the whole seven
170  shillings'worth, and laid it out on my bed in the moonlight,
171  saying:

172       'There you are, young Copperfield, and a royal spread you've got.'

173       I couldn't think of doing the honours of the feast, at my time of
174  life, while he was by; my hand shook at the very thought of it. I
175  begged him to do me the favour of presiding; and my request being
176  seconded by the other boys who were in that room, he acceded to it,
177  and sat upon my pillow, handing round the viands - with perfect
178  fairness, I must say - and dispensing the currant wine in a little
179  glass without a foot, which was his own property. As to me, I sat
180  on his left hand, and the rest were grouped about us, on the
181  nearest beds and on the floor.

182       How well I recollect our sitting there, talking in whispers; or
183  their talking, and my respectfully listening, I ought rather to
184  say; the moonlight falling a little way into the room, through the
185  window, painting a pale window on the floor, and the greater part
186  of us in shadow, except when Steerforth dipped a match into a
187  phosphorus-box, when he wanted to look for anything on the board,
188  and shed a blue glare over us that was gone directly! A certain
189  mysterious feeling, consequent on the darkness, the secrecy of the
190  revel, and the whisper in which everything was said, steals over me
191  again, and I listen to all they tell me with a vague feeling of
192  solemnity and awe, which makes me glad that they are all so near,
193  and frightens me (though I feign to laugh) when Traddles pretends
194  to see a ghost in the corner.

195       I heard all kinds of things about the school and all belonging to
196  it. I heard that Mr. Creakle had not preferred his claim to being
197  a Tartar without reason; that he was the sternest and most severe
198  of masters; that he laid about him, right and left, every day of
199  his life, charging in among the boys like a trooper, and slashing
200  away, unmercifully. That he knew nothing himself, but the art of
201  slashing, being more ignorant (J. Steerforth said) than the lowest
202  boy in the school; that he had been, a good many years ago, a small
203  hop-dealer in the Borough, and had taken to the schooling business
204  after being bankrupt in hops, and making away with Mrs. Creakle's
205  money. With a good deal more of that sort, which I wondered how
206  they knew.

207       I heard that the man with the wooden leg, whose name was Tungay,
208  was an obstinate barbarian who had formerly assisted in the hop
209  business, but had come into the scholastic line with Mr. Creakle,
210  in consequence, as was supposed among the boys, of his having
211  broken his leg in Mr. Creakle's service, and having done a deal of
212  dishonest work for him, and knowing his secrets. I heard that with
213  the single exception of Mr. Creakle, Tungay considered the whole
214  establishment, masters and boys, as his natural enemies, and that
215  the only delight of his life was to be sour and malicious. I heard
216  that Mr. Creakle had a son, who had not been Tungay's friend, and
217  who, assisting in the school, had once held some remonstrance with
218  his father on an occasion when its discipline was very cruelly
219  exercised, and was supposed, besides, to have protested against his
220  father's usage of his mother. I heard that Mr. Creakle had turned
221  him out of doors, in consequence; and that Mrs. and Miss Creakle
222  had been in a sad way, ever since.

223       But the greatest wonder that I heard of Mr. Creakle was, there
224  being one boy in the school on whom he never ventured to lay a
225  hand, and that boy being J. Steerforth. Steerforth himself
226  confirmed this when it was stated, and said that he should like to
227  begin to see him do it. On being asked by a mild boy (not me) how
228  he would proceed if he did begin to see him do it, he dipped a
229  match into his phosphorus-box on purpose to shed a glare over his
230  reply, and said he would commence by knocking him down with a blow
231  on the forehead from the seven-and-sixpenny ink-bottle that was
232  always on the mantelpiece. We sat in the dark for some time,
233  breathless.

234       I heard that Mr. Sharp and Mr. Mell were both supposed to be
235  wretchedly paid; and that when there was hot and cold meat for
236  dinner at Mr. Creakle's table, Mr. Sharp was always expected to say
237  he preferred cold; which was again corroborated by J. Steerforth,
238  the only parlour-boarder. I heard that Mr. Sharp's wig didn't fit
239  him; and that he needn't be so 'bounceable' - somebody else said
240  'bumptious' - about it, because his own red hair was very plainly
241  to be seen behind.

242       I heard that one boy, who was a coal-merchant's son, came as a
243  set-off against the coal-bill, and was called, on that account,
244  'Exchange or Barter' - a name selected from the arithmetic book as
245  expressing this arrangement. I heard that the table beer was a
246  robbery of parents, and the pudding an imposition. I heard that
247  Miss Creakle was regarded by the school in general as being in love
248  with Steerforth; and I am sure, as I sat in the dark, thinking of
249  his nice voice, and his fine face, and his easy manner, and his
250  curling hair, I thought it very likely. I heard that Mr. Mell was
251  not a bad sort of fellow, but hadn't a sixpence to bless himself
252  with; and that there was no doubt that old Mrs. Mell, his mother,
253  was as poor as job. I thought of my breakfast then, and what had
254  sounded like 'My Charley!' but I was, I am glad to remember, as
255  mute as a mouse about it.

256       The hearing of all this, and a good deal more, outlasted the
257  banquet some time. The greater part of the guests had gone to bed
258  as soon as the eating and drinking were over; and we, who had
259  remained whispering and listening half-undressed, at last betook
260  ourselves to bed, too.

261       'Good night, young Copperfield,' said Steerforth. 'I'll take care
262  of you.'
263  'You're very kind,' I gratefully returned. 'I am very much obliged
264  to you.'

265       'You haven't got a sister, have you?' said Steerforth, yawning.

266       'No,' I answered.

267       'That's a pity,' said Steerforth. 'If you had had one, I should
268  think she would have been a pretty, timid, little, bright-eyed sort
269  of girl. I should have liked to know her. Good night, young
270  Copperfield.'

271       'Good night, sir,' I replied.

272       I thought of him very much after I went to bed, and raised myself,
273  I recollect, to look at him where he lay in the moonlight, with his
274  handsome face turned up, and his head reclining easily on his arm.
275  He was a person of great power in my eyes; that was, of course, the
276  reason of my mind running on him. No veiled future dimly glanced
277  upon him in the moonbeams. There was no shadowy picture of his
278  footsteps, in the garden that I dreamed of walking in all night.

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