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On the desk itself were the usual writing appliances, a large pair of scissors, and a wide-mouthed bottle of gum.
Let us look in at Mr. Hobson on his first arrival at his office, soon after eight o'clock.
His first business was to ring his bell, which communicated with the shop below.
"My papers! It is past eight."
"Here they are, sir, the whole lot--_Times_, _'Tizer_, _Morning Chronicle_, and _Morning Post_."
"Why do you oblige me to ask for them? Can't you bring them as I have told you? It makes me so late with my work." And, having delivered himself of these testy remarks, he threw himself into an arm-chair and proceeded to devour the morning's news.
"Nothing fresh from the East?" As he now talked to himself, this smooth-shaven, typical Englishman spoke, strange to say, in French.
"Have Messieurs the correspondents no news? No letter in the _Post_?
None in the _Morning Chronicle_? How disappointing! Ha! what's this?
Two columns in the _Times_. How admirably that excellent paper is served! Let's see what it says."
He hastily ran his eye down the columns, muttering to himself: "Ha!
mostly strong language--finding fault. How kind of you to be dissatisfied with the administration, and to tell us why. The siege practically suspended, eh? Fuses won't fit the sh.e.l.ls--so much the better, then the mortars can't fire.
"But that's no news: my friends and good masters will have found that out for themselves. Anything else? 'Our new battery, which is only seven hundred yards from the enemy's guns, is nearly completed.'
Which battery does he mean? Has he referred to it before?"
And Mr. Hobson, as we shall still call him, got up from his seat and took a volume down from the shelf. It was labelled "T. 14, M. 55."
These expressions expanded meant that it contained extracts from the _Times_, the 14th volume, for May, 1855.
After referring to an alphabetical index, he quickly turned over the leaves of the book till he found a certain page.
"Ah! here it is," he said. "'We have commenced another battery just in front of the quarries, the nearest to the enemy's works. It will be armed with the heaviest ordnance,' &c. &c. And now it is nearly ready.
That must be pa.s.sed on without delay."
Mr. Hobson turned to his desk and indited a telegram. It was addressed to Arrowsmith, Hull, and said--
"New shop, as already indicated, will be opened at once. Let our Gothenburg correspondent know."
"I will take it over myself. But let me first see whether there is anything to add."
He resumed his reading, and presently came to the following pa.s.sage:--
"'Lord Lyons had just returned from a cruise in the Black Sea. This confirms my impression that some new movement is contemplated.
Regiments have been placed under orders, and there is great stir among the fleet. A secret expedition is on the point of being despatched somewhere, but the real destination no one as yet knows. Camp-gossip is, of course, busy; but I will not repeat the idle and misleading rumours that are on every lip.'
"Another expedition planned! I must know more of this. Where can it be going? Is it meant for the Sea of Azof and Kertch, like the last, which alarmed us so, and never got so far?
"What a business that was! We heard of it long beforehand; preparations for transport, and the embarkation of the troops. The fleet left Kamiesch, steering northward, past Sebastopol, and we thought the latter would be attacked. But lo! next morning the enemy were not in sight; the fleet had returned to Kamiesch Bay. What did it mean? It was weeks before I learnt the right story, and then it came from Paris. General Canrobert had changed his mind. The Emperor had told him not to send away any troops, but to keep all concentrated before Sebastopol. So the expedition to Kertch--for it was directed against Kertch, and the northward move was only intended to deceive us--all ended in smoke. Can they be going again to Kertch? It is hardly likely. They have some deeper designs, I feel sure. This would tally with my latest advice. Let me read once more what the Prince says."
He took a key from his pocket, opened his desk, and unlocked an inner receptacle, from which he took a letter in cypher.
"'We have learnt,' he read, fluently, without using any key, 'that the enemy contemplate a great change in their plan of operations. It is reported that they propose to raise the siege, or at least reduce it to a mere blockade. The great bulk of the allied army would then be transferred to sea to another point where it would take the field against our line of communications. It is essential that we should know at the earliest date whether there is any foundation in this report. Use every endeavour to this end.'
"Yes; there can be no doubt that this surmise is corroborated by the latest news. But I must have more precise and correct information without delay. How is it to be obtained? Which of my agents can help me best? Lavitsky? He works in Woolwich a.r.s.enal--he might know if more wheeled transport had been ordered. Or Bauer, at Portsmouth--he would know of any movements in the fleet. Or--
"Of course!" and he slapped his forehead, despising his own stupidity.
"Cyprienne--she can, and must, manage this."
He proceeded to put back the papers into the secret drawer; he replaced the volume on the shelf, and, taking the telegram he had written in his hand, left the office, carefully locking the door behind him.
Hailing a cab, he was driven first to a telegraph-station, where he sent off his despatch, only adding the words:--
"Other important transactions in the s.h.i.+pping interest will shortly be undertaken; more precise details will speedily follow."
Then he directed the cabman to drive to Thistle Grove, Brompton.
"Is Mrs. Wilders visible yet?" he asked the servant, on reaching her house.
"Madame does not receive so early," replied the man, a foreigner, speaking broken English, who was new to the establishment, and had never seen Mr. Hobson before.
"Take in my name!" said Mr. Hobson, peremptorily. "It is urgent, say.
I must see her at once."
"I will tell madame's maid."
"Do so, and look sharp about it. Don't trouble about me--be off and tell the maid. I know my way;" and Mr. Hobson marched himself into the morning-room.
This room, in the forenoon, was on the shady side of the house--it looked on to a pretty garden, a small, level lawn of intensely green gra.s.s, jewelled with flowers. The windows, reaching to the ground, were wide open, and near one was drawn a small round table, on which was set a dainty breakfast-service of pink-and-white china, glistening plate, and crimson roses, standing out in pleasant relief upon the snowy damask.
"Beyond question, madame has a knack of making herself comfortable. I have seldom seen a cosier retreat on a broiling summer's day, and in this dusty, dirty town. She has not breakfasted yet, nor, except for my cup of coffee, have I. I will do myself the pleasure of joining her. A cutlet and a gla.s.s of cool claret will suit me admirably just now, and we can talk as we eat."
While he stood there, admiring cynically, Mrs. Wilders came in.
She was in a loose morning wrapper of pale pink, and had seemingly taken little trouble with her day's toilette as yet. Her _neglige_ dress hinted at hurry in leaving her room, and she addressed her visitor in a hasty, impatient way.
"What is this so urgent that you come intruding at such an unseemly hour?"
"You grow indolent, my dear madame. Why, it is half-past eleven."
"I have not yet breakfasted."
"So I see. I am delighted. No more have I."
"Was it to ask yourself to breakfast that you came here this morning?"
"Not entirely; another little matter brought me; but we can deal with the two at the same time. Pray order them to serve: I am excessively hungry."
Mrs. Wilders, without answering, pettishly pulled the bell.
"Lay another cover," she told the man, "and bring wine with the breakfast. You will want it, I suppose," she said to her guest; "I never touch it in the morning."
"How charmingly you manage! You have a special gift as a housewife.