He well remembered, too, that when he had placed his foot upon the coach-steps, he turned round and looked upon him with a face so ashy pale and so very wild and vacant that it made him shudder, and for the moment almost afraid to follow. People were fond of saying that he had some dark presentiment upon him then, but his emotion might, perhaps, with greater show of reason, be referred to what he had undergone that day.
A profound silence was observed during the ride. Arrived at their place of destination, Ralph followed his conductor into the house, and into a room where the two brothers were. He was so astounded, not to say awed, by something of a mute compassion for himself which was visible in their manner and in that of the old clerk, that he could scarcely speak.
Having taken a seat, however, he contrived to say, though in broken words, `What -- what have you to say to me -- more than has been said already?'
The room was old and large, very imperfectly lighted, and terminated in a bay window, about which hung some heavy drapery. Casting his eyes in this direction as he spoke, he thought he made out the dusky figure of a man. He was confirmed in this impression by seeing that the object moved, as if uneasy under his scrutiny.
`Who's that yonder?' he said.
`One who has conveyed to us, within these two hours, the intelligence which caused our sending to you,' replied brother Charles. `Let him be, sir, let him be for the present.'
`More riddles!' said Ralph, faintly. `Well, sir?'
In turning his face towards the brothers he was obliged to avert it from the window; but, before either of them could speak, he had looked round again. It was evident that he was rendered restless and uncomfortable by the presence of the unseen person; for he repeated this action several times, and at length, as if in a nervous state which rendered him positively unable to turn away from the place, sat so as to have it opposite him, muttering as an excuse that he could not bear the light.
The brothers conferred apart for a short time: their manner showing that they were agitated. Ralph glanced at them twice or thrice, and ultimately said, with a great effort to recover his self-possession, `Now, what is this? If I am brought from home at this time of night, let it be for something.
What have you got to tell me?' After a short pause, he added, `Is my niece dead?'
He had struck upon a key which rendered the task of commencement an easier one. Brother Charles turned, and said that it was a death of which they had to tell him, but that his niece was well.
`You don't mean to tell me,' said Ralph, as his eyes brightened, `that her brother's dead? No, that's too good. I'd not believe it, if you told me so. It would be too welcome news to be true.'
`Shame on you, you hardened and unnatural man,' cried the other brother, warmly. `Prepare yourself for intelligence which, if you have any human feeling in your breast, will make even you shrink and tremble. What if we tell you that a poor unfortunate boy: a child in everything but never having known one of those tender endearments, or one of those lightsome hours which make our childhood a time to be remembered like a happy dream through all our after life: a warm-hearted, harmless, affectionate creature, who never offended you, or did you wrong, but on whom you have vented the malice and hatred you have conceived for your nephew, and whom you have made an instrument for wreaking your bad passions upon him: what if we tell you that, sinking under your persecution, sir, and the misery and ill-usage of a life short in years but long in suffering, this poor creature has gone to tell his sad tale where, for your part in it, you must surely answer?'
`If you tell me,' said Ralph; `if you tell me that he is dead, I forgive you all else. If you tell me that he is dead, I am in your debt and bound to you for life. He is! I see it in your faces. Who triumphs now? Is this your dreadful news; this your terrible intelligence? You see how it moves me. You did well to send. I would have travelled a hundred miles afoot, through mud, mire, and darkness, to hear this news just at this time.'
Even then, moved as he was by this savage joy, Ralph could see in the faces of the two brothers, mingling with their look of disgust and horror, something of that indefinable compassion for himself which he had noticed before.
`And he brought you the intelligence, did he?' said Ralph, pointing with his finger towards the recess already mentioned; `and sat there, no doubt, to see me prostrated and overwhelmed by it! Ha, ha, ha! But I tell him that I'll be a sharp thorn in his side for many a long day to come;and I tell you two, again, that you don't know him yet; and that you'll rue the day you took compassion on the vagabond.'
`You take me for your nephew,' said a hollow voice; `it would be better for you, and for me too, if I were he indeed.'
The figure that he had seen so dimly, rose, and came slowly down. He started back, for he found that he confronted -- not Nicholas, as he had supposed, but Brooker.
Ralph had no reason, that he knew, to fear this man; he had never feared him before; but the pallor which had been observed in his face when he issued forth that night, came upon him again. He was seen to tremble, and his voice changed as he said, keeping his eyes upon him, `What does this fellow here? Do you know he is a convict -- a felon -- a common thief?'
`Hear what he has to tell you -- oh, Mr Nickleby, hear what he has to tell you, be he what he may!' cried the brothers, with such emphatic earnestness, that Ralph turned to them in wonder. They pointed to Brooker. Ralph again gazed at him: as it seemed mechanically.
`That boy,' said the man, `that these gentlemen have been talking of --'
`That boy,' repeated Ralph, looking vacantly at him.
`-- Whom I saw, stretched dead and cold upon his bed, and who is now in his grave --'
`Who is now in his grave,' echoed Ralph, like one who talks in his sleep.
The man raised his eyes, and clasped his hands solemnly together:
`-- Was your only son, so help me God in heaven!'