"Suffragan," he said, "I am making ready." His feet turned the treadle,
and the wheel flew round, and the sparks showered from the blunt old
weapon. He tried the edge with his finger. "'Tis not so sharp as a
razor," he said, "but 'twill serve."
"John Lax, methinks you anticipate the sentence of the Court."
"Suffragan, with submission, it is Death to divulge any secret of
this House. It is Death even for me, Porter of the House, to tell
them outside of any Researches or Experiments that I may observe in
my service about the House. And if so great a Penalty is pronounced
against one who would reveal such trifles as I could divulge, what of
the Great Secret itself?"
"Lax, you are a worthy man. Know, therefore, that this Secret once
divulged, the Authority of the College would vanish; and we, even the
Physicians themselves--to say nothing of the Assistants, the Bedells,
and you yourself--would become no better than the Common People. You
do well to be zealous."
John Lax nodded his head. He was a taciturn man habitually; but now he
became loquacious. He stopped the grindstone, laid down the axe, and
rammed his hands into his pockets.
"When I see them women dressed up like swells--" he began, grinning.
"John, this kind of language belongs to the old days, when even speech
was unequal."
"No matter; you understand it. Lord! Sammy Grout, the brewer's boy--we
were both Whitechapel pets; but I was an old 'un of five and thirty,
while you were on'y beginning to walk the Waste with a gal on your
arm--p'r'aps--and a ha'penny fag in your mouth. Hold on, now. It's like
this--"
What with the insolence of Dr. Linister, and the sight of the old
dresses, and the sound of the old language, I myself was carried away.
Yes, I was once more Sam Grout; again I walked upon the pavement of the
Whitechapel Road; again I was a boy in the great brewery of Mile End
Road.
"Go on, John Lax," I said, with condescension. "Revive, if it is
possible, something of the Past. I give you full leave. But when you
come to the Present, forget not the reverence due to the Suffragan."
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