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recall where he was。 His patron took that opportunity of turning the key
in the door； and then sat down upon his bed。
'Look！' he said； holding up his shoes and gaiters。 'That's a poor trim
for a gentleman； you'll say。 No matter； you shall see how Soon I'll mend
it。 e and sit down。 Take your old place！'
John Baptist； looking anything but reassured； sat down on the floor at
the bedside； keeping his eyes upon his patron all the time。
'That's well！' cried Lagnier。 'Now we might be in the old infernal hole
again； hey？ How long have you been out？'
'Two days after you； my master。'
'How do you e here？'
'I was cautioned not to stay there； and so I left the town at once；
and since then I have changed about。 I have been doing odds and ends at
Avignon； at Pont Esprit； at Lyons； upon the Rhone； upon the Saone。' As
he spoke； he rapidly mapped the places out with his sunburnt hand upon
the floor。 'And where are you going？'
'Going； my master？'
'Ay！'
John Baptist seemed to desire to evade the question without knowing how。
'By Bacchus！' he said at last； as if he were forced to the admission； 'I
have sometimes had a thought of going to Paris； and perhaps to England。'
'Cavalletto。 This is in confidence。 I also am going to Paris and perhaps
to England。 We'll go together。'
The little man nodded his head； and showed his teeth； and yet seemed not
quite convinced that it was a surpassingly desirable arrangement。
'We'll go together；' repeated Lagnier。 'You shall see how soon I will
force myself to be recognised as a gentleman； and you shall profit by
it。 It is agreed？ Are we one？'
'Oh； surely； surely！' said the little man。
'Then you shall hear before I sleep……and in six words； for I want
sleep……how I appear before you； I； Lagnier。 Remember that。 Not the
other。'
'Altro； altro！ Not Ri……' Before John Baptist could finish the name； his
rade had got his hand under his chin and fiercely shut up his mouth。
'Death！ what are you doing？ Do you want me to be trampled upon and
stoned？ Do YOU want to be trampled upon and stoned？ You would be。 You
don't imagine that they would set upon me； and let my prison chum go？
Don't think it！' There was an expression in his face as he released his
grip of his friend's jaw； from which his friend inferred that if the
course of events really came to any stoning and trampling； Monsieur
Lagnier would so distinguish him with his notice as to ensure his
having his full share of it。 He remembered what a cosmopolitan gentleman
Monsieur Lagnier was； and how few weak distinctions he made。
'I am a man；' said Monsieur Lagnier； 'whom society has deeply wronged
since you last saw me。 You know that I am sensitive and brave； and that
it is my character to govern。 How has society respected those qualities
in me？ I have been shrieked at through the streets。 I have been guarded
through the streets against men； and especially women； running at me
armed with any weapons they could lay their hands on。 I have lain in
prison for security； with the place of my confinement kept a secret；
lest I should be torn out of it and felled by a hundred blows。 I have
been carted out of Marseilles in the dead of night； and carried leagues
away from it packed in straw。 It has not been safe for me to go near my
house； and； with a beggar's pittance in my pocket； I have walked through
vile mud and weather ever since； until my feet are crippled……look at
them！ Such are the humiliations that society has inflicted upon me；
possessing the qualities I have mentioned； and which you know me to
possess。 But society shall pay for it。'
All this he said in his panion's ear； and with his hand before his
lips。
'Even here；' he went on in the same way； 'even in this mean
drinking…shop； society pursues me。 Madame defames me； and her guests
defame me。 I； too； a gentleman with manners and acplishments
to strike them dead！ But the wrongs society has heaped upon me are
treasured in this breast。'
To all of which John Baptist； listening attentively to the suppressed
hoarse voice； said from time to time； 'Surely； surely！' tossing his
head and shutting his eyes； as if there were the clearest case against
society that perfect candour could make out。
'Put my shoes there；' continued Lagnier。 'Hang my cloak to dry there
by the door。 Take my hat。' He obeyed each instruction； as it was given。
'And this is the bed to which society consigns me； is it？ Hah。 Very
well！'
As he stretched out his length upon it； with a ragged handkerchief
bound round his wicked head； and only his wicked head showing above the
bedclothes； John Baptist was rather strongly reminded of what had so
very nearly happened to prevent the moustache from any more going up as
it did； and the nose from any more ing down as it did。
'Shaken out of destiny's dice…box again into your pany； eh？ By
Heaven！ So much the better for you。 You'll profit by it。 I shall need a
long rest。 Let me sleep in the morning。'
John Baptist replied that he should sleep as long as he would； and
wishing him a happy night； put out the candle。 One might have Supposed
that the next proceeding of the Italian would have been to undress；
but he did exactly the reverse； and dressed himself from head to foot；
saving his shoes。 When he had so done； he lay down upon his bed with
some of its coverings over him； and his coat still tied round his neck；
to get through the night。
When he started up； the Godfather Break of Day was peeping at its
namesake。 He rose； took his shoes in his hand； turned the key in the
door with great caution； and crept downstairs。 Nothing was astir there
but the smell of coffee； wine； tobacco； and syrups； and madame's little
counter looked ghastly enough。 But he had paid madame his little note
at it over night； and wanted to see nobody……wanted nothing but to get on
his shoes and his knapsack； open the door； and run away。
He prospered in his object。 No movement or voice was heard when he
opened the door； no wicked head tied up in a ragged handkerchief looked
out of the upper window。 When the sun had raised his full disc above the
flat line of the horizon； and was striking fire out of the long muddy
vista of paved road with its weary avenue of little trees； a black speck
moved along the road and splashed among the flaming pools of rain…water；
which black speck was John Baptist Cavalletto running away from his
patron。
CHAPTER 12。 Bleeding Heart Yard
In London itself； though in the old rustic road towards a suburb of note
where in the days of William Shakespeare； author and stage…player； there
were Royal hunting…seats……howbeit no sport is left there now but for
hunters of men……Bleeding Heart Yard was to be found； a place much
changed in feature and in fortune； yet with some relish of ancient
greatness about it。 Two or three mighty stacks of chimneys； and a few
large dark rooms which had escaped being walled and subdivided out of
the recognition of their old proportions； gave the Yard a character。
It was inhabited by poor people； who set up their rest among its faded
glories； as Arabs of the desert pitch their tents among the fallen
stones of the Pyramids； but there was a family sentimental feeling
prevalent in the Yard； that it had a character。
As if the aspiring city had bee puffed up in the very ground on which
it stood； the ground had so risen about Bleeding Heart Yard that you
got into it down a flight of steps which formed no part of the original
approach； and got out of it by a low gateway into a maze of shabby
streets； which went about and about； tortuously ascending to the level
again。 At this end of the Yard and over the gateway； was the factory of
Daniel Doyce； often heavily beating like a bleeding heart of iron；
with the clink of metal upon metal。 The opinion of the Yard was divided
respecting the derivation of its name。 The more practical of its inmates
abided by the tradition of a murder； the gentler and more imaginative
inhabitants； including the whole of the tender sex； were loyal to the
legend of a young lady of former times closely imprisoned in her chamber
by a cruel father for remaining true to her own true love； and refusing
to marry the suitor he ch