Our Mutual Friend - The Original Classic Edition. Dickens Charles

and then in his back, and then in his forehead, and then in his hair, and then in his nose; and then he stretched himself recumbent on two chairs, and groaned; and then he started up.

       'Invisible insects of diabolical activity swarm in this place. I am tickled and twitched all over. Mentally, I have now committed a bur-glary under the meanest circumstances, and the myrmidons of justice are at my heels.'

       'I am quite as bad,' said Lightwood, sitting up facing him, with a tumbled head; after going through some wonderful evolutions, in which his head had been the lowest part of him. 'This restlessness began with me, long ago. All the time you were out, I felt like Gul-liver with the Lilliputians firing upon him.'

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       'It won't do, Mortimer. We must get into the air; we must join our dear friend and brother, Riderhood. And let us tranquillize ourselves by making a compact. Next time (with a view to our peace of mind) we'll commit the crime, instead of taking the criminal. You swear it?'

       'Certainly.'

       'Sworn! Let Tippins look to it. Her life's in danger.'

       Mortimer rang the bell to pay the score, and Bob appeared to transact that business with him: whom Eugene, in his careless extravagance, asked if he would like a situation in the lime-trade?

       'Thankee sir, no sir,' said Bob. 'I've a good sitiwation here, sir.'

       'If you change your mind at any time,' returned Eugene, 'come to me at my works, and you'll always find an opening in the lime-kiln.'

       'Thankee sir,' said Bob.

       'This is my partner,' said Eugene, 'who keeps the books and attends to the wages. A fair day's wages for a fair day's work is ever my partner's motto.'

       'And a very good 'un it is, gentlemen,' said Bob, receiving his fee, and drawing a bow out of his head with his right hand, very much as he would have drawn a pint of beer out of the beer engine.

       'Eugene,' Mortimer apostrophized him, laughing quite heartily when they were alone again, 'how CAN you be so ridiculous?'

       'I am in a ridiculous humour,' quoth Eugene; 'I am a ridiculous fellow. Everything is ridiculous. Come along!'

       It passed into Mortimer Lightwood's mind that a change of some sort, best expressed perhaps as an intensification of all that was wildest and most negligent and reckless in his friend, had come upon him in the last half-hour or so. Thoroughly used to him as he was, he found something new and strained in him that was for the moment perplexing. This passed into his mind, and passed out again; but he remembered it afterwards.

       'There's where she sits, you see,' said Eugene, when they were standing under the bank, roared and riven at by the wind. 'There's the

       light of her fire.'

       'I'll take a peep through the window,' said Mortimer.

       'No, don't!' Eugene caught him by the arm. 'Best, not make a show of her. Come to our honest friend.'

       He led him to the post of watch, and they both dropped down and crept under the lee of the boat; a better shelter than it had

       seemed before, being directly contrasted with the blowing wind and the bare night.

       'Mr Inspector at home?' whispered Eugene.

       'Here I am, sir.'

       'And our friend of the perspiring brow is at the far corner there? Good. Anything happened?'

       'His daughter has been out, thinking she heard him calling, unless it was a sign to him to keep out of the way. It might have been.'

       'It might have been Rule Britannia,' muttered Eugene, 'but it wasn't. Mortimer!'

       'Here!' (On the other side of Mr Inspector.)

       'Two burglaries now, and a forgery!'

       With this indication of his depressed state of mind, Eugene fell silent.

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       They were all silent for a long while. As it got to be flood-tide, and the water came nearer to them, noises on the river became more frequent, and they listened more. To the turning of steam-paddles, to the clinking of iron chain, to the creaking of blocks, to the measured working of oars, to the occasional violent barking of some passing dog on shipboard, who seemed to scent them lying in their hiding-place. The night was not so dark but that, besides the lights at bows and mastheads gliding to and fro, they could discern some shadowy bulk attached; and now and then a ghostly lighter with a large dark sail, like a warning arm, would start up very near them, pass on, and vanish. At this time of their watch, the water close to them would be often agitated by some impulsion given it from a distance. Often they believed this beat and plash to be the boat they lay in wait for, running in ashore; and again and again they would have started up, but for the immobility with which the informer, well used to the river, kept quiet in his place.

       The wind carried away the striking of the great multitude of city church clocks, for those lay to leeward of them; but there were bells to windward that told them of its being One--Two--Three. Without that aid they would have known how the night wore, by the falling of the tide, recorded in the appearance of an ever-widening black wet strip of shore, and the emergence of the paved causeway from the river, foot by foot.

       As the time so passed, this slinking business became a more and more precarious one. It would seem as if the man had had some intimation of what was in hand against him, or had taken fright? His movements might have been planned to gain for him, in getting beyond their reach, twelve hours' advantage? The honest man who had expended the sweat of his brow became uneasy, and began

       to complain with bitterness of the proneness of mankind to cheat him--him invested with the dignity of Labour!

       Their retreat was so chosen that while they could watch the river, they could watch the house. No one had passed in or out, since the daughter thought she heard the father calling. No one could pass in or out without being seen.

       'But it will be light at five,' said Mr Inspector, 'and then WE shall be seen.'

       'Look here,' said Riderhood, 'what do you say to this? He may have been lurking in and out, and just holding his own betwixt two or three bridges, for hours back.'

       'What do you make of that?' said Mr Inspector. Stoical, but contradictory.

       'He may be doing so at this present time.'

       'What do you make of that?' said Mr Inspector.

       'My boat's among them boats here at the cause'ay.'

       'And what do you make of your boat?' said Mr Inspector.

       'What if I put off in her and take a look round? I know his ways, and the likely nooks he favours. I know where he'd be at such a time of the tide, and where he'd be at such another time. Ain't I been his pardner? None of you need show. None of you need stir. I can shove her off without help; and as to me being seen, I'm about at all times.'

       'You might have given a worse opinion,' said Mr Inspector, after brief consideration. 'Try it.'

       'Stop a bit. Let's work it out. If I want you, I'll drop round under the Fellowships and tip you a whistle.'

       'If I might so far presume as to offer a suggestion to my honourable and gallant friend, whose knowledge of naval matters far be

       it from me to impeach,' Eugene struck in with great deliberation, 'it would be, that to tip a whistle is to advertise mystery and invite speculation. My honourable and gallant friend will, I trust, excuse me, as an independent member, for throwing out a remark which I feel to be due to this house and the country.'

       'Was that the T'other Governor, or Lawyer Lightwood?' asked Riderhood. For, they spoke as they crouched or lay, without seeing one another's faces.

       'In reply to the question put by my honourable and gallant friend,' said Eugene, who was lying on his back with his hat on his face, as an attitude highly expressive of watchfulness, 'I can have no hesitation in replying (it not being inconsistent with the public service) that those accents were the accents of the T'other Governor.'

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       'You've tolerable good eyes, ain't you, Governor? You've all tolerable good eyes,