What they told me at wearisome length, and with puzzling divergence, and
quantities of self-praise, need not occupy many lines. They had traced
the Jelly-corses, as they called Della Croce, from Somers Town to Lisson
Grove, where they stayed but a very short time, Lepardo Della Croce,
under some fictitious name, giving lessons in French, Spanish, and
Italian, at schools in Portland Town and St. John’s Wood. But he only
seemed to play with his work, though he never broke any engagement to
which he really pledged himself. He was always reserved and silent,
accepted no invitations, and gathered his real subsistence by night at
chess-clubs and billiard-rooms, where his skill was unequalled. His
only friends were Italian refugees, his only diversion the vivisection
of animals. It must have been about this time that he saw the newspaper
paragraph, and did what he did to me. Then he changed his name again,
and lived awhile in Kensington; he had been in London years before, and
seemed to know it well. Here a nobleman, whom he had taught some new
device at billiards, took him up and introduced him to a higher class of
pupils, and obtained him some back-door palace appointment. He dubbed
himself "Professor," and started as Dr. Ross. But still he missed the
excitement and change of his once adventurous life, and several times he
broke loose, and left his household, for weeks and months together.
Then the two lovely children, whom all admired but none were allowed to
notice, were attended wherever they went, by a dark-browed Italian
woman. Suddenly they all left Kensington, and went to live at Ball’s
Pond; the reason being some threatened exposure of the Professor’s
cat-skinning propensities. His love of vivisection had become the
master-passion, and he would gratify it at all hazards. There is to
some natures a strange fascination in the horrible cruelties perpetrated
under the name of science. Through its influence he even relaxed his
strict reserve a little, and formed the acquaintance of a gentleman
connected with the college at Camden Town; to which suburb after a while
he removed, because he found it impossible to pursue his inhuman
researches under his own roof comfortably. Here, by means of his new
ally, who could not help admiring his infinitely superior skill, he was
appointed lecturer at several schools for young ladies, where
smatterings of science were dealt in. And now he was highly respected
by people who did not know him, and idolised by young ladies too clever
to care for pet parsons. Of course he became conceited; for his nature
was but a shallow one, and his cunning, though sharp and poisonous, had
no solid barb at the end. So he sneered, and grimaced, and sniggered,
and before an ignorant audience made learned men stammer and stutter,
amazed at his bold assumptions, and too honest and large of mind to
suspect them, at short notice.
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