The Circumlocution Office was (as everybody knows without being
told) the most important Department under Government. No public business of any
kind could possibly be done at any time without the acquiescence of the
Circumlocution Office. Its finger was in the largest public pie, and in the
smallest public tart. It was equally impossible to do the plainest right and to
undo the plainest wrong without the express authority of the Circumlocution
Office. If another Gunpowder Plot had been discovered half an hour before the
lighting of the match, nobody would have been justified in saving the parliament
until there had been half a score of boards, half a bushel of minutes, several
sacks of official memoranda, and a family-vault full of ungrammatical
correspondence, on the part of the Circumlocution Office.
This glorious establishment had been early in the field, when the one sublime
principle involving the difficult art of governing a country, was first
distinctly revealed to statesmen. It had been foremost to study that bright
revelation and to carry its shining influence through the whole of the official
proceedings. Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was
beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving--HOW NOT TO
DO IT.
Through this delicate perception, through the tact with which it invariably
seized it, and through the genius with which it always acted on it, the
Circumlocution Office had risen to overtop all the public departments; and the
public condition had risen to be--what it was.
It is true that How not to do it was the great study and object of all public
departments and professional politicians all round the Circumlocution Office. It
is true that every new premier and every new government, coming in because they
had upheld a certain thing as necessary to be done, were no sooner come in than
they applied their utmost faculties to discovering How not to do it. It is true
that from the moment when a general election was over, every returned man who
had been raving on hustings because it hadn't been done, and who had been asking
the friends of the honourable gentleman in the opposite interest on pain of
impeachment to tell him why it hadn't been done, and who had been asserting that
it must be done, and who had been pledging himself that it should be done, began
to devise, How it was not to be done. It is true that the debates of both Houses
of Parliament the whole session through, uniformly tended to the protracted
deliberation, How not to do it. It is true that the royal speech at the opening
of such session virtually said, My lords and gentlemen, you have a considerable
stroke of work to do, and you will please to retire to your respective chambers,
and discuss, How not to do it. It is true that the royal speech, at the close of
such session, virtually said, My lords and gentlemen, you have through several
laborious months been considering with great loyalty and patriotism, How not to
do it, and you have found out; and with the blessing of Providence upon the
harvest (natural, not political), I now dismiss you. All this is true, but the
Circumlocution Office went beyond it.
Because the Circumlocution Office went on mechanically, every day, keeping
this wonderful, all-sufficient wheel of statesmanship, How not to do it, in
motion. Because the Circumlocution Office was down upon any ill-advised public
servant who was going to do it, or who appeared to be by any surprising accident
in remote danger of doing it, with a minute, and a memorandum, and a letter of
instructions that extinguished him. It was this spirit of national efficiency in
the Circumlocution Office that had gradually led to its having something to do
with everything. Mechanicians, natural philosophers, soldiers, sailors,
petitioners, memorialists, people with grievances, people who wanted to prevent
grievances, people who wanted to redress grievances, jobbing people, jobbed
people, people who couldn't get rewarded for merit, and people who couldn't get
punished for demerit, were all indiscriminately tucked up under the foolscap
paper of the Circumlocution Office.
Numbers of people were lost in the Circumlocution Office. Unfortunates with
wrongs, or with projects for the general welfare (and they had better have had
wrongs at first, than have taken that bitter English recipe for certainly
getting them), who in slow lapse of time and agony had passed safely through
other public departments; who, according to rule, had been bullied in this,
over-reached by that, and evaded by the other; got referred at last to the
Circumlocution Office, and never reappeared in the light of day. Boards sat upon
them, secretaries minuted upon them, commissioners gabbled about them, clerks
registered, entered, checked, and ticked them off, and they melted away. In
short, all the business of the country went through the Circumlocution Office,
except the business that never came out of it; and its name was Legion.
Sometimes, angry spirits attacked the Circumlocution Office. Sometimes,
parliamentary questions were asked about it, and even parliamentary motions made
or threatened about it by demagogues so low and ignorant as to hold that the
real recipe of government was, How to do it. Then would the noble lord, or right
honourable gentleman, in whose department it was to defend the Circumlocution
Office, put an orange in his pocket, and make a regular field-day of the
occasion. Then would he come down to that house with a slap upon the table, and
meet the honourable gentleman foot to foot. Then would he be there to tell that
honourable gentleman that the Circumlocution Office not only was blameless in
this matter, but was commendable in this matter, was extollable to the skies in
this matter. Then would he be there to tell that honourable gentleman that,
although the Circumlocution Office was invariably right and wholly right, it
never was so right as in this matter. Then would he be there to tell that
honourable gentleman that it would have been more to his honour, more to his
credit, more to his good taste, more to his good sense, more to half the
dictionary of commonplaces, if he had left the Circumlocution Office alone, and
never approached this matter. Then would he keep one eye upon a coach or crammer
from the Circumlocution Office sitting below the bar, and smash the honourable
gentleman with the Circumlocution Office account of this matter. And although
one of two things always happened; namely, either that the Circumlocution Office
had nothing to say and said it, or that it had something to say of which the
noble lord, or right honourable gentleman, blundered one half and forgot the
other; the Circumlocution Office was always voted immaculate by an accommodating
majority.
Such a nursery of statesmen had the Department become in virtue of a long
career of this nature, that several solemn lords had attained the reputation of
being quite unearthly prodigies of business, solely from having practised, How
not to do it, as the head of the Circumlocution Office. As to the minor priests
and acolytes of that temple, the result of all this was that they stood divided
into two classes, and, down to the junior messenger, either believed in the
Circumlocution Office as a heaven-born institution that had an absolute right to
do whatever it liked; or took refuge in total infidelity, and considered it a
flagrant nuisance.
The Barnacle family had for some time helped to administer the Circumlocution
Office. The Tite Barnacle Branch, indeed, considered themselves in a general way
as having vested rights in that direction, and took it ill if any other family
had much to say to it. The Barnacles were a very high family, and a very large
family. They were dispersed all over the public offices, and held all sorts of
public places. Either the nation was under a load of obligation to the
Barnacles, or the Barnacles were under a load of obligation to the nation. It
was not quite unanimously settled which; the Barnacles having their opinion, the
nation theirs.
The Mr Tite Barnacle who at the period now in question usually coached or
crammed the statesman at the head of the Circumlocution Office, when that noble
or right honourable individual sat a little uneasily in his saddle by reason of
some vagabond making a tilt at him in a newspaper, was more flush of blood than
money. As a Barnacle he had his place, which was a snug thing enough; and as a
Barnacle he had of course put in his son Barnacle Junior in the office. But he
had intermarried with a branch of the Stiltstalkings, who were also better
endowed in a sanguineous point of view than with real or personal property, and
of this marriage there had been issue, Barnacle junior and three young ladies.
What with the patrician requirements of Barnacle junior, the three young ladies,
Mrs Tite Barnacle nee Stiltstalking, and himself, Mr Tite Barnacle found the
intervals between quarter day and quarter day rather longer than he could have
desired; a circumstance which he always attributed to the country's parsimony.
For Mr Tite Barnacle, Mr Arthur Clennam made his fifth inquiry one day at the
Circumlocution Office; having on previous occasions awaited that gentleman
successively in a hall, a glass case, a waiting room, and a fire-proof passage
where the Department seemed to keep its wind. On this occasion Mr Barnacle was
not engaged, as he had been before, with the noble prodigy at the head of the
Department; but was absent. Barnacle Junior, however, was announced as a lesser
star, yet visible above the office horizon.
With Barnacle junior, he signified his desire to confer; and found that young
gentleman singeing the calves of his legs at the parental fire, and supporting
his spine against the mantel-shelf. It was a comfortable room, handsomely
furnished in the higher official manner; an presenting stately suggestions of
the absent Barnacle, in the thick carpet, the leather-covered desk to sit at,
the leather-covered desk to stand at, the formidable easy-chair and hearth-rug,
the interposed screen, the torn-up papers, the dispatch-boxes with little labels
sticking out of them, like medicine bottles or dead game, the pervading smell of
leather and mahogany, and a general bamboozling air of How not to do it.
The present Barnacle, holding Mr Clennam's card in his hand, had a youthful
aspect, and the fluffiest little whisker, perhaps, that ever was seen. Such a
downy tip was on his callow chin, that he seemed half fledged like a young bird;
and a compassionate observer might have urged that, if he had not singed the
calves of his legs, he would have died of cold. He had a superior eye-glass
dangling round his neck, but unfortunately had such flat orbits to his eyes and
such limp little eyelids that it wouldn't stick in when he put it up, but kept
tumbling out against his waistcoat buttons with a click that discomposed him
very much.
'Oh, I say. Look here! My father's not in the way, and won't be in the way
to-day,' said Barnacle Junior. 'Is this anything that I can do?'
(Click! Eye-glass down. Barnacle Junior quite frightened and feeling all
round himself, but not able to find it.)
'You are very good,' said Arthur Clennam. 'I wish however to see Mr
Barnacle.'
'But I say. Look here! You haven't got any appointment, you know,' said
Barnacle Junior.
(By this time he had found the eye-glass, and put it up again.)
'No,' said Arthur Clennam. 'That is what I wish to have.'
'But I say. Look here! Is this public business?' asked Barnacle junior.
(Click! Eye-glass down again. Barnacle Junior in that state of search after
it that Mr Clennam felt it useless to reply at present.)
'Is it,' said Barnacle junior, taking heed of his visitor's brown face,
'anything about--Tonnage--or that sort of thing?'
(Pausing for a reply, he opened his right eye with his hand, and stuck his
glass in it, in that inflammatory manner that his eye began watering
dreadfully.)
'No,' said Arthur, 'it is nothing about tonnage.'
'Then look here. Is it private business?'
'I really am not sure. It relates to a Mr Dorrit.'
'Look here, I tell you what! You had better call at our house, if you are
going that way. Twenty-four, Mews Street, Grosvenor Square. My father's got a
slight touch of the gout, and is kept at home by it.'
(The misguided young Barnacle evidently going blind on his eye- glass side,
but ashamed to make any further alteration in his painful arrangements.)
'Thank you. I will call there now. Good morning.' Young Barnacle seemed
discomfited at this, as not having at all expected him to go.
'You are quite sure,' said Barnacle junior, calling after him when he got to
the door, unwilling wholly to relinquish the bright business idea he had
conceived; 'that it's nothing about Tonnage?'
'Quite sure.'
With such assurance, and rather wondering what might have taken place if it
HAD been anything about tonnage, Mr Clennam withdrew to pursue his inquiries.
Mews Street, Grosvenor Square, was not absolutely Grosvenor Square itself,
but it was very near it. It was a hideous little street of dead wall, stables,
and dunghills, with lofts over coach-houses inhabited by coachmen's families,
who had a passion for drying clothes and decorating their window-sills with
miniature turnpike- gates. The principal chimney-sweep of that fashionable
quarter lived at the blind end of Mews Street; and the same corner contained an
establishment much frequented about early morning and twilight for the purchase
of wine-bottles and kitchen-stuff. Punch's shows used to lean against the dead
wall in Mews Street, while their proprietors were dining elsewhere; and the dogs
of the neighbourhood made appointments to meet in the same locality. Yet there
were two or three small airless houses at the entrance end of Mews Street, which
went at enormous rents on account of their being abject hangers-on to a
fashionable situation; and whenever one of these fearful little coops was to be
let (which seldom happened, for they were in great request), the house agent
advertised it as a gentlemanly residence in the most aristocratic part of town,
inhabited solely by the elite of the beau monde.
If a gentlemanly residence coming strictly within this narrow margin had not
been essential to the blood of the Barnacles, this particular branch would have
had a pretty wide selection among, let us say, ten thousand houses, offering
fifty times the accommodation for a third of the money. As it was, Mr Barnacle,
finding his gentlemanly residence extremely inconvenient and extremely dear,
always laid it, as a public servant, at the door of the country, and adduced it
as another instance of the country's parsimony.
Arthur Clennam came to a squeezed house, with a ramshackle bowed front,
little dingy windows, and a little dark area like a damp waistcoat-pocket, which
he found to be number twenty-four, Mews Street, Grosvenor Square. To the sense
of smell the house was like a sort of bottle filled with a strong distillation
of Mews; and when the footman opened the door, he seemed to take the stopper
out.
The footman was to the Grosvenor Square footmen, what the house was to the
Grosvenor Square houses. Admirable in his way, his way was a back and a bye way.
His gorgeousness was not unmixed with dirt; and both in complexion and
consistency he had suffered from the closeness of his pantry. A sallow
flabbiness was upon him when he took the stopper out, and presented the bottle
to Mr Clennam's nose.
'Be so good as to give that card to Mr Tite Barnacle, and to say that I have
just now seen the younger Mr Barnacle, who recommended me to call here.'
The footman (who had as many large buttons with the Barnacle crest upon them
on the flaps of his pockets, as if he were the family strong box, and carried
the plate and jewels about with him buttoned up) pondered over the card a
little; then said, 'Walk in.'
It required some judgment to do it without butting the inner hall- door open,
and in the consequent mental confusion and physical darkness slipping down the
kitchen stairs. The visitor, however, brought himself up safely on the door-mat.
Still the footman said 'Walk in,' so the visitor followed him. At the inner
hall-door, another bottle seemed to be presented and another stopper taken out.
This second vial appeared to be filled with concentrated provisions and extract
of Sink from the pantry. After a skirmish in the narrow passage, occasioned by
the footman's opening the door of the dismal dining-room with confidence,
finding some one there with consternation, and backing on the visitor with
disorder, the visitor was shut up, pending his announcement, in a close back
parlour. There he had an opportunity of refreshing himself with both the bottles
at once, looking out at a low blinding wall three feet off, and speculating on
the number of Barnacle families within the bills of mortality who lived in such
hutches of their own free flunkey choice.
Mr Barnacle would see him. Would he walk up-stairs? He would, and he did; and
in the drawing-room, with his leg on a rest, he found Mr Barnacle himself, the
express image and presentment of How not to do it.
Mr Barnacle dated from a better time, when the country was not so
parsimonious and the Circumlocution Office was not so badgered. He wound and
wound folds of white cravat round his neck, as he wound and wound folds of tape
and paper round the neck of the country. His wristbands and collar were
oppressive; his voice and manner were oppressive. He had a large watch-chain and
bunch of seals, a coat buttoned up to inconvenience, a waistcoat buttoned up to
inconvenience, an unwrinkled pair of trousers, a stiff pair of boots. He was
altogether splendid, massive, overpowering, and impracticable. He seemed to have
been sitting for his portrait to Sir Thomas Lawrence all the days of his life.
'Mr Clennam?' said Mr Barnacle. 'Be seated.'
Mr Clennam became seated.
'You have called on me, I believe,' said Mr Barnacle, 'at the
Circumlocution--' giving it the air of a word of about five-and- twenty
syllables--'Office.'
'I have taken that liberty.'
Mr Barnacle solemnly bent his head as who should say, 'I do not deny that it
is a liberty; proceed to take another liberty, and let me know your business.'
'Allow me to observe that I have been for some years in China, am quite a
stranger at home, and have no personal motive or interest in the inquiry I am
about to make.'
Mr Barnacle tapped his fingers on the table, and, as if he were now sitting
for his portrait to a new and strange artist, appeared to say to his visitor,
'If you will be good enough to take me with my present lofty expression, I shall
feel obliged.'
'I have found a debtor in the Marshalsea Prison of the name of Dorrit, who
has been there many years. I wish to investigate his confused affairs so far as
to ascertain whether it may not be possible, after this lapse of time, to
ameliorate his unhappy condition. The name of Mr Tite Barnacle has been
mentioned to me as representing some highly influential interest among his
creditors. Am I correctly informed?'
It being one of the principles of the Circumlocution Office never, on any
account whatever, to give a straightforward answer, Mr Barnacle said,
'Possibly.'
'On behalf of the Crown, may I ask, or as private individual?'
'The Circumlocution Department, sir,' Mr Barnacle replied, 'may have possibly
recommended--possibly--I cannot say--that some public claim against the
insolvent estate of a firm or copartnership to which this person may have
belonged, should be enforced. The question may have been, in the course of
official business, referred to the Circumlocution Department for its
consideration. The Department may have either originated, or confirmed, a Minute
making that recommendation.'
'I assume this to be the case, then.'
'The Circumlocution Department,' said Mr Barnacle, 'is not responsible for
any gentleman's assumptions.'
'May I inquire how I can obtain official information as to the real state of
the case?'
'It is competent,' said Mr Barnacle, 'to any member of the-- Public,'
mentioning that obscure body with reluctance, as his natural enemy, 'to
memorialise the Circumlocution Department. Such formalities as are required to
be observed in so doing, may be known on application to the proper branch of
that Department.'
'Which is the proper branch?'
'I must refer you,' returned Mr Barnacle, ringing the bell, 'to the
Department itself for a formal answer to that inquiry.'
'Excuse my mentioning--'
'The Department is accessible to the--Public,' Mr Barnacle was always checked
a little by that word of impertinent signification, 'if the--Public approaches
it according to the official forms; if the--Public does not approach it
according to the official forms, the--Public has itself to blame.'
Mr Barnacle made him a severe bow, as a wounded man of family, a wounded man
of place, and a wounded man of a gentlemanly residence, all rolled into one; and
he made Mr Barnacle a bow, and was shut out into Mews Street by the flabby
footman.
Having got to this pass, he resolved as an exercise in perseverance, to
betake himself again to the Circumlocution Office, and try what satisfaction he
could get there. So he went back to the Circumlocution Office, and once more
sent up his card to Barnacle junior by a messenger who took it very ill indeed
that he should come back again, and who was eating mashed potatoes and gravy
behind a partition by the hall fire.
He was readmitted to the presence of Barnacle junior, and found that young
gentleman singeing his knees now, and gaping his weary way on to four o'clock.
'I say. Look here. You stick to us in a devil of a manner,' Said Barnacle
junior, looking over his shoulder.
'I want to know--'
'Look here. Upon my soul you mustn't come into the place saying you want to
know, you know,' remonstrated Barnacle junior, turning about and putting up the
eye-glass.
'I want to know,' said Arthur Clennam, who had made up his mind to
persistence in one short form of words, 'the precise nature of the claim of the
Crown against a prisoner for debt, named Dorrit.'
'I say. Look here. You really are going it at a great pace, you know. Egad,
you haven't got an appointment,' said Barnacle junior, as if the thing were
growing serious.
'I want to know,' said Arthur, and repeated his case.
Barnacle junior stared at him until his eye-glass fell out, and then put it
in again and stared at him until it fell out again. 'You have no right to come
this sort of move,' he then observed with the greatest weakness. 'Look here.
What do you mean? You told me you didn't know whether it was public business or
not.'
'I have now ascertained that it is public business,' returned the suitor,
'and I want to know'--and again repeated his monotonous inquiry.
Its effect upon young Barnacle was to make him repeat in a defenceless way,
'Look here! Upon my SOUL you mustn't come into the place saying you want to
know, you know!' The effect of that upon Arthur Clennam was to make him repeat
his inquiry in exactly the same words and tone as before. The effect of that
upon young Barnacle was to make him a wonderful spectacle of failure and
helplessness.
'Well, I tell you what. Look here. You had better try the Secretarial
Department,' he said at last, sidling to the bell and ringing it. 'Jenkinson,'
to the mashed potatoes messenger, 'Mr Wobbler!'
Arthur Clennam, who now felt that he had devoted himself to the storming of
the Circumlocution Office, and must go through with it, accompanied the
messenger to another floor of the building, where that functionary pointed out
Mr Wobbler's room. He entered that apartment, and found two gentlemen sitting
face to face at a large and easy desk, one of whom was polishing a gun-barrel on
his pocket-handkerchief, while the other was spreading marmalade on bread with a
paper-knife.
'Mr Wobbler?' inquired the suitor.
Both gentlemen glanced at him, and seemed surprised at his assurance.
'So he went,' said the gentleman with the gun-barrel, who was an extremely
deliberate speaker, 'down to his cousin's place, and took the Dog with him by
rail. Inestimable Dog. Flew at the porter fellow when he was put into the
dog-box, and flew at the guard when he was taken out. He got half-a-dozen
fellows into a Barn, and a good supply of Rats, and timed the Dog. Finding the
Dog able to do it immensely, made the match, and heavily backed the Dog. When
the match came off, some devil of a fellow was bought over, Sir, Dog was made
drunk, Dog's master was cleaned out.'
'Mr Wobbler?' inquired the suitor.
The gentleman who was spreading the marmalade returned, without looking up
from that occupation, 'What did he call the Dog?'
'Called him Lovely,' said the other gentleman. 'Said the Dog was the perfect
picture of the old aunt from whom he had expectations. Found him particularly
like her when hocussed.'
'Mr Wobbler?' said the suitor.
Both gentlemen laughed for some time. The gentleman with the gun- barrel,
considering it, on inspection, in a satisfactory state, referred it to the
other; receiving confirmation of his views, he fitted it into its place in the
case before him, and took out the stock and polished that, softly whistling.
'Mr Wobbler?' said the suitor.
'What's the matter?' then said Mr Wobbler, with his mouth full.
'I want to know--' and Arthur Clennam again mechanically set forth what he
wanted to know.
'Can't inform you,' observed Mr Wobbler, apparently to his lunch. 'Never
heard of it. Nothing at all to do with it. Better try Mr Clive, second door on
the left in the next passage.'
'Perhaps he will give me the same answer.'
'Very likely. Don't know anything about it,' said Mr Wobbler.
The suitor turned away and had left the room, when the gentleman with the gun
called out 'Mister! Hallo!'
He looked in again.
'Shut the door after you. You're letting in a devil of a draught here!' A few
steps brought him to the second door on the left in the next passage. In that
room he found three gentlemen; number one doing nothing particular, number two
doing nothing particular, number three doing nothing particular. They seemed,
however, to be more directly concerned than the others had been in the effective
execution of the great principle of the office, as there was an awful inner
apartment with a double door, in which the Circumlocution Sages appeared to be
assembled in council, and out of which there was an imposing coming of papers,
and into which there was an imposing going of papers, almost constantly; wherein
another gentleman, number four, was the active instrument.
'I want to know,' said Arthur Clennam,--and again stated his case in the same
barrel-organ way. As number one referred him to number two, and as number two
referred him to number three, he had occasion to state it three times before
they all referred him to number four, to whom he stated it again.
Number four was a vivacious, well-looking, well-dressed, agreeable young
fellow--he was a Barnacle, but on the more sprightly side of the family--and he
said in an easy way, 'Oh! you had better not bother yourself about it, I think.'
'Not bother myself about it?'
'No! I recommend you not to bother yourself about it.'
This was such a new point of view that Arthur Clennam found himself at a loss
how to receive it.
'You can if you like. I can give you plenty of forms to fill up. Lots of 'em
here. You can have a dozen if you like. But you'll never go on with it,' said
number four.
'Would it be such hopeless work? Excuse me; I am a stranger in England.' 'I
don't say it would be hopeless,' returned number four, with a frank smile. 'I
don't express an opinion about that; I only express an opinion about you. I
don't think you'd go on with it. However, of course, you can do as you like. I
suppose there was a failure in the performance of a contract, or something of
that kind, was there?'
'I really don't know.'
'Well! That you can find out. Then you'll find out what Department the
contract was in, and then you'll find out all about it there.'
'I beg your pardon. How shall I find out?'
'Why, you'll--you'll ask till they tell you. Then you'll memorialise that
Department (according to regular forms which you'll find out) for leave to
memorialise this Department. If you get it (which you may after a time), that
memorial must be entered in that Department, sent to be registered in this
Department, sent back to be signed by that Department, sent back to be
countersigned by this Department, and then it will begin to be regularly before
that Department. You'll find out when the business passes through each of these
stages by asking at both Departments till they tell you.'
'But surely this is not the way to do the business,' Arthur Clennam could not
help saying.
This airy young Barnacle was quite entertained by his simplicity in supposing
for a moment that it was. This light in hand young Barnacle knew perfectly that
it was not. This touch and go young Barnacle had 'got up' the Department in a
private secretaryship, that he might be ready for any little bit of fat that
came to hand; and he fully understood the Department to be a politico-diplomatic
hocus pocus piece of machinery for the assistance of the nobs in keeping off the
snobs. This dashing young Barnacle, in a word, was likely to become a statesman,
and to make a figure.
'When the business is regularly before that Department, whatever it is,'
pursued this bright young Barnacle, 'then you can watch it from time to time
through that Department. When it comes regularly before this Department, then
you must watch it from time to time through this Department. We shall have to
refer it right and left; and when we refer it anywhere, then you'll have to look
it up. When it comes back to us at any time, then you had better look US up.
When it sticks anywhere, you'll have to try to give it a jog. When you write to
another Department about it, and then to this Department about it, and don't
hear anything satisfactory about it, why then you had better--keep on writing.'
Arthur Clennam looked very doubtful indeed. 'But I am obliged to you at any
rate,' said he, 'for your politeness.'
'Not at all,' replied this engaging young Barnacle. 'Try the thing, and see
how you like it. It will be in your power to give it up at any time, if you
don't like it. You had better take a lot of forms away with you. Give him a lot
of forms!' With which instruction to number two, this sparkling young Barnacle
took a fresh handful of papers from numbers one and three, and carried them into
the sanctuary to offer to the presiding Idol of the Circumlocution Office.
Arthur Clennam put his forms in his pocket gloomily enough, and went his way
down the long stone passage and the long stone staircase. He had come to the
swing doors leading into the street, and was waiting, not over patiently, for
two people who were between him and them to pass out and let him follow, when
the voice of one of them struck familiarly on his ear. He looked at the speaker
and recognised Mr Meagles. Mr Meagles was very red in the face--redder than
travel could have made him--and collaring a short man who was with him, said,
'come out, you rascal, come Out!'
it was such an unexpected hearing, and it was also such an unexpected sight
to see Mr Meagles burst the swing doors open, and emerge into the street with
the short man, who was of an unoffending appearance, that Clennam stood still
for the moment exchanging looks of surprise with the porter. He followed,
however, quickly; and saw Mr Meagles going down the street with his enemy at his
side. He soon came up with his old travelling companion, and touched him on the
back. The choleric face which Mr Meagles turned upon him smoothed when he saw
who it was, and he put out his friendly hand.
'How are you?' said Mr Meagles. 'How d'ye do? I have only just come over from
abroad. I am glad to see you.'
'And I am rejoiced to see you.'
'Thank'ee. Thank'ee!'
'Mrs Meagles and your daughter--?'
'Are as well as possible,' said Mr Meagles. 'I only wish you had come upon me
in a more prepossessing condition as to coolness.'
Though it was anything but a hot day, Mr Meagles was in a heated state that
attracted the attention of the passersby; more particularly as he leaned his
back against a railing, took off his hat and cravat, and heartily rubbed his
steaming head and face, and his reddened ears and neck, without the least regard
for public opinion.
'Whew!' said Mr Meagles, dressing again. 'That's comfortable. Now I am
cooler.'
'You have been ruffled, Mr Meagles. What is the matter?'
'Wait a bit, and I'll tell you. Have you leisure for a turn in the Park?'
'As much as you please.'
'Come along then. Ah! you may well look at him.' He happened to have turned
his eyes towards the offender whom Mr Meagles had so angrily collared. 'He's
something to look at, that fellow is.'
He was not much to look at, either in point of size or in point of dress;
being merely a short, square, practical looking man, whose hair had turned grey,
and in whose face and forehead there were deep lines of cogitation, which looked
as though they were carved in hard wood. He was dressed in decent black, a
little rusty, and had the appearance of a sagacious master in some handicraft.
He had a spectacle-case in his hand, which he turned over and over while he was
thus in question, with a certain free use of the thumb that is never seen but in
a hand accustomed to tools.
'You keep with us,' said Mr Meagles, in a threatening kind of Way, 'and I'll
introduce you presently. Now then!'
Clennam wondered within himself, as they took the nearest way to the Park,
what this unknown (who complied in the gentlest manner) could have been doing.
His appearance did not at all justify the suspicion that he had been detected in
designs on Mr Meagles's pocket-handkerchief; nor had he any appearance of being
quarrelsome or violent. He was a quiet, plain, steady man; made no attempt to
escape; and seemed a little depressed, but neither ashamed nor repentant. If he
were a criminal offender, he must surely be an incorrigible hypocrite; and if he
were no offender, why should Mr Meagles have collared him in the Circumlocution
Office? He perceived that the man was not a difficulty in his own mind alone,
but in Mr Meagles's too; for such conversation as they had together on the short
way to the Park was by no means well sustained, and Mr Meagles's eye always
wandered back to the man, even when he spoke of something very different.
At length they being among the trees, Mr Meagles stopped short, and said:
'Mr Clennam, will you do me the favour to look at this man? His name is
Doyce, Daniel Doyce. You wouldn't suppose this man to be a notorious rascal;
would you?'
'I certainly should not.' It was really a disconcerting question, with the
man there.
'No. You would not. I know you would not. You wouldn't suppose him to be a
public offender; would you?'
'No.'
'No. But he is. He is a public offender. What has he been guilty of? Murder,
manslaughter, arson, forgery, swindling, house- breaking, highway robbery,
larceny, conspiracy, fraud? Which should you say, now?'
'I should say,' returned Arthur Clennam, observing a faint smile in Daniel
Doyce's face, 'not one of them.'
'You are right,' said Mr Meagles. 'But he has been ingenious, and he has been
trying to turn his ingenuity to his country's service. That makes him a public
offender directly, sir.'
Arthur looked at the man himself, who only shook his head.
'This Doyce,' said Mr Meagles, 'is a smith and engineer. He is not in a large
way, but he is well known as a very ingenious man. A dozen years ago, he
perfects an invention (involving a very curious secret process) of great
importance to his country and his fellow- creatures. I won't say how much money
it cost him, or how many years of his life he had been about it, but he brought
it to perfection a dozen years ago. Wasn't it a dozen?' said Mr Meagles,
addressing Doyce. 'He is the most exasperating man in the world; he never
complains!'
'Yes. Rather better than twelve years ago.'
'Rather better?' said Mr Meagles, 'you mean rather worse. Well, Mr Clennam,
he addresses himself to the Government. The moment he addresses himself to the
Government, he becomes a public offender! Sir,' said Mr Meagles, in danger of
making himself excessively hot again, 'he ceases to be an innocent citizen, and
becomes a culprit.
He is treated from that instant as a man who has done some infernal action.
He is a man to be shirked, put off, brow-beaten, sneered at, handed over by this
highly-connected young or old gentleman, to that highly-connected young or old
gentleman, and dodged back again; he is a man with no rights in his own time, or
his own property; a mere outlaw, whom it is justifiable to get rid of anyhow; a
man to be worn out by all possible means.'
It was not so difficult to believe, after the morning's experience, as Mr
Meagles supposed.
'Don't stand there, Doyce, turning your spectacle-case over and over,' cried
Mr Meagles, 'but tell Mr Clennam what you confessed to me.'
'I undoubtedly was made to feel,' said the inventor, 'as if I had committed
an offence. In dancing attendance at the various offices, I was always treated,
more or less, as if it was a very bad offence. I have frequently found it
necessary to reflect, for my own self-support, that I really had not done
anything to bring myself into the Newgate Calendar, but only wanted to effect a
great saving and a great improvement.'
'There!' said Mr Meagles. 'Judge whether I exaggerate. Now you'll be able to
believe me when I tell you the rest of the case.'
With this prelude, Mr Meagles went through the narrative; the established
narrative, which has become tiresome; the matter-of- course narrative which we
all know by heart. How, after interminable attendance and correspondence, after
infinite impertinences, ignorances, and insults, my lords made a Minute, number
three thousand four hundred and seventy-two, allowing the culprit to make
certain trials of his invention at his own expense.
How the trials were made in the presence of a board of six, of whom two
ancient members were too blind to see it, two other ancient members were too
deaf to hear it, one other ancient member was too lame to get near it, and the
final ancient member was too pig- headed to look at it. How there were more
years; more impertinences, ignorances, and insults. How my lords then made a
Minute, number five thousand one hundred and three, whereby they resigned the
business to the Circumlocution Office. How the Circumlocution Office, in course
of time, took up the business as if it were a bran new thing of yesterday, which
had never been heard of before; muddled the business, addled the business,
tossed the business in a wet blanket. How the impertinences, ignorances, and
insults went through the multiplication table. How there was a reference of the
invention to three Barnacles and a Stiltstalking, who knew nothing about it;
into whose heads nothing could be hammered about it; who got bored about it, and
reported physical impossibilities about it. How the Circumlocution Office, in a
Minute, number eight thousand seven hundred and forty, 'saw no reason to reverse
the decision at which my lords had arrived.' How the Circumlocution Office,
being reminded that my lords had arrived at no decision, shelved the business.
How there had been a final interview with the head of the Circumlocution Office
that very morning, and how the Brazen Head had spoken, and had been, upon the
whole, and under all the circumstances, and looking at it from the various
points of view, of opinion that one of two courses was to be pursued in respect
of the business: that was to say, either to leave it alone for evermore, or to
begin it all over again.
'Upon which,' said Mr Meagles, 'as a practical man, I then and there, in that
presence, took Doyce by the collar, and told him it was plain to me that he was
an infamous rascal and treasonable disturber of the government peace, and took
him away. I brought him out of the office door by the collar, that the very
porter might know I was a practical man who appreciated the official estimate of
such characters; and here we are!'
If that airy young Barnacle had been there, he would have frankly told them
perhaps that the Circumlocution Office had achieved its function. That what the
Barnacles had to do, was to stick on to the national ship as long as they could.
That to trim the ship, lighten the ship, clean the ship, would be to knock them
off; that they could but be knocked off once; and that if the ship went down
with them yet sticking to it, that was the ship's look out, and not theirs.
'There!' said Mr Meagles, 'now you know all about Doyce. Except, which I own
does not improve my state of mind, that even now you don't hear him complain.'
'You must have great patience,' said Arthur Clennam, looking at him with some
wonder, 'great forbearance.'
'No,' he returned, 'I don't know that I have more than another man.'
'By the Lord, you have more than I have, though!' cried Mr Meagles.
Doyce smiled, as he said to Clennam, 'You see, my experience of these things
does not begin with myself. It has been in my way to know a little about them
from time to time. Mine is not a particular case. I am not worse used than a
hundred others who have put themselves in the same position--than all the
others, I was going to say.'
'I don't know that I should find that a consolation, if it were my case; but
I am very glad that you do.'
'Understand me! I don't say,' he replied in his steady, planning way, and
looking into the distance before him as if his grey eye were measuring it, 'that
it's recompense for a man's toil and hope; but it's a certain sort of relief to
know that I might have counted on this.'
He spoke in that quiet deliberate manner, and in that undertone, which is
often observable in mechanics who consider and adjust with great nicety. It
belonged to him like his suppleness of thumb, or his peculiar way of tilting up
his hat at the back every now and then, as if he were contemplating some
half-finished work of his hand and thinking about it.
'Disappointed?' he went on, as he walked between them under the trees. 'Yes.
No doubt I am disappointed. Hurt? Yes. No doubt I am hurt. That's only natural.
But what I mean when I say that people who put themselves in the same position
are mostly used in the same way--'
'In England,' said Mr Meagles.
'Oh! of course I mean in England. When they take their inventions into
foreign countries, that's quite different. And that's the reason why so many go
there.'
Mr Meagles very hot indeed again.
'What I mean is, that however this comes to be the regular way of our
government, it is its regular way. Have you ever heard of any projector or
inventor who failed to find it all but inaccessible, and whom it did not
discourage and ill-treat?'
'I cannot say that I ever have.'
'Have you ever known it to be beforehand in the adoption of any useful thing?
Ever known it to set an example of any useful kind?'
'I am a good deal older than my friend here,' said Mr Meagles, 'and I'll
answer that. Never.'
'But we all three have known, I expect,' said the inventor, 'a pretty many
cases of its fixed determination to be miles upon miles, and years upon years,
behind the rest of us; and of its being found out persisting in the use of
things long superseded, even after the better things were well known and
generally taken up?'
They all agreed upon that.
'Well then,' said Doyce, with a sigh, 'as I know what such a metal will do at
such a temperature, and such a body under such a pressure, so I may know (if I
will only consider), how these great lords and gentlemen will certainly deal
with such a matter as mine.
I have no right to be surprised, with a head upon my shoulders, and memory in
it, that I fall into the ranks with all who came before me. I ought to have let
it alone. I have had warning enough, I am sure.'
With that he put up his spectacle-case, and said to Arthur, 'If I don't
complain, Mr Clennam, I can feel gratitude; and I assure you that I feel it
towards our mutual friend. Many's the day, and many's the way in which he has
backed me.'
'Stuff and nonsense,' said Mr Meagles.
Arthur could not but glance at Daniel Doyce in the ensuing silence.
Though it was evidently in the grain of his character, and of his respect for
his own case, that he should abstain from idle murmuring, it was evident that he
had grown the older, the sterner, and the poorer, for his long endeavour. He
could not but think what a blessed thing it would have been for this man, if he
had taken a lesson from the gentlemen who were so kind as to take a nation's
affairs in charge, and had learnt How not to do it.
Mr Meagles was hot and despondent for about five minutes, and then began to
cool and clear up.
'Come, come!' said he. 'We shall not make this the better by being grim.
Where do you think of going, Dan?'
'I shall go back to the factory,' said Dan. 'Why then, we'll all go back to
the factory, or walk in that direction,' returned Mr Meagles cheerfully. 'Mr
Clennam won't be deterred by its being in Bleeding Heart Yard.'
'Bleeding Heart Yard?' said Clennam. 'I want to go there.'
'So much the better,' cried Mr Meagles. 'Come along!'
As they went along, certainly one of the party, and probably more than one,
thought that Bleeding Heart Yard was no inappropriate destination for a man who
had been in official correspondence with my lords and the Barnacles--and perhaps
had a misgiving also that Britannia herself might come to look for lodgings in
Bleeding Heart Yard some ugly day or other, if she over-did the Circumlocution
Office.
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