5. CHAPTER V.
Mrs. Miller and Mr. Nightingale visit Jones in the prison
When Mr. Allworthy and his nephew went to meet Mr. Western, Mrs.
Miller set forwards to her son-in-law's lodgings, in order to acquaint
him with the accident which had befallen his friend Jones; but he
had known it long before from Partridge (for Jones, when he left
Mrs. Miller, had been furnished with a room in the same house with Mr.
Nightingale). The good woman found her daughter under great affliction
on account of Mr. Jones, whom having comforted as well as she could,
she set forwards to the Gatehouse, where she heard he was, and where
Mr. Nightingale was arrived before her.
The firmness and constancy of a true friend is a circumstance so
extremely delightful to persons in any kind of distress, that the
distress itself, if it be only temporary, and admits of relief, is
more than compensated by bringing this comfort with it. Nor are
instances of this kind so rare as some superficial and inaccurate
observers have reported. To say the truth, want of compassion is not
to be numbered among our general faults. The black ingredient which
fouls our disposition is envy. Hence our eye is seldom, I am afraid,
turned upward to those who are manifestly greater, better, wiser, or
happier than ourselves, without some degree of malignity; while we
commonly look downwards on the mean and miserable with sufficient
benevolence and pity. In fact, I have remarked, that most of the
defects which have discovered themselves in the friendships within
my observation, have arisen from envy only: a hellish vice; and yet
one from which I have known very few absolutely exempt. But enough
of a subject which, if pursued, would lead me too far.
Whether it was that Fortune was apprehensive lest Jones should
sink under the weight of his adversity, and that she might thus lose
any future opportunity of tormenting him, or whether she really abated
somewhat of her severity towards him, she seemed a little to relax her
persecution, by sending him the company of two such faithful
friends, and what is perhaps more rare, a faithful servant. For
Partridge, though he had many imperfections, wanted not fidelity;
and though fear would not suffer him to be hanged for his master,
yet the world, I believe, could not have bribed him to desert his
cause.
While Jones was expressing great satisfaction in the presence of his
friends, Partridge brought an account that Mr. Fitzpatrick was still
alive, though the surgeon declared that he had very little hopes. Upon
which, Jones fetching a deep sigh, Nightingale said to him, "My dear
Tom, why should you afflict yourself so upon an accident, which,
whatever be the consequence, can be attended with no danger to you,
and in which your conscience cannot accuse you of having been the
least to blame? If the fellow should die, what have you done more than
taken away the life of a ruffian in your own defence? So will the
coroner's inquest certainly find it; and then you will be easily
admitted to bail; and, though you must undergo the form of a trial,
yet it is a trial which many men would stand for you for a
shilling." "Come, come, Mr. Jones," says Mrs. Miller, "chear
yourself up. I knew you could not be the aggressor, and so I told
Mr. Allworthy, and so he shall acknowledge too, before I have done
with him."
Jones gravely answered, "That whatever might be his fate, he
should always lament the having shed the blood of one of his
fellow-creatures, as one of the highest misfortunes which could have
befallen him. But I have another misfortune of the tenderest kind-- O!
Mrs. Miller, I have lost what I held most dear upon earth." "That must
be a mistress," said Mrs. Miller; "but come, come; I know more than
you imagine" (for indeed Partridge had blabbed all); "and I have heard
more than you know. Matters go better, I promise you, than you
think; and I would not give Blifil sixpence for all the chance which
he hath of the lady."
"Indeed, my dear friend, indeed," answered Jones, "you are an entire
stranger to the cause of my grief. If you was acquainted with the
story, you would allow my case admitted of no comfort. I apprehend
no danger from Blifil. I have undone myself." "Don't despair," replied
Mrs. Miller; "you know not what a woman can do; and if anything be
in my power, I promise you I will do it to serve you. It is my duty.
My son, my dear Mr. Nightingale, who is so kind to tell me he hath
obligations to you on the same account, knows it is my duty. Shall I
go to the lady myself? I will say anything to her you would have me
say."
"Thou best of women," cries Jones, taking her by the hand, "talk not
of obligations to me;-- but as you have been so kind to mention it,
there is a favour which, perhaps, may be in your power. I see you
are acquainted with the lady (how you came by your information I
know not), who sits, indeed, very near my heart. If you could contrive
to deliver this (giving her a paper from his pocket), I shall for ever
acknowledge your goodness."
"Give it me," said Mrs. Miller. "If I see it not in her own
possession before I sleep, may my next sleep be my last! Comfort
yourself, my good young man! be wise enough to take warning from
past follies, and I warrant all shall be well, and I shall yet see you
happy with the most charming young lady in the world; for I so hear
from every one she is."
"Believe me, madam," said he, "I do not speak the common cant of one
in my unhappy situation. Before this dreadful accident happened, I had
resolved to quit a life of which I was become sensible of the
wickedness as well as folly. I do assure you, notwithstanding the
disturbances I have unfortunately occasioned in your house, for
which I heartily ask your pardon, I am not an abandoned profligate.
Though I have been hurried into vices, I do not approve a vicious
character, nor will I ever, from this moment, deserve it."
Mrs. Miller expressed great satisfaction in these declarations, in
the sincerity of which she averred she had an entire faith; and now
the remainder of the conversation past in the joint attempts of that
good woman and Mr. Nightingale to cheer the dejected spirits of Mr.
Jones, in which they so far succeeded as to leave him much better
comforted and satisfied than they found him; to which happy alteration
nothing so much contributed as the kind undertaking of Mrs. Miller
to deliver his letter to Sophia, which he despaired of finding any
means to accomplish; for when Black George produced the last from
Sophia, he informed Partridge that she had strictly charged him, on
pain of having it communicated to her father, not to bring her any
answer. He was, moreover, not a little pleased to find he had so
warm an advocate to Mr. Allworthy himself in this good woman, who was,
in reality, one of the worthiest creatures in the world.
After about an hour's visit from the lady (for Nightingale had
been with him much longer), they both took their leave, promising to
return to him soon; during which Mrs. Miller said she hoped to bring
him some good news from his mistress, and Mr. Nightingale promised
to enquire into the state of Mr. Fitzpatrick's wound, and likewise
to find out some of the persons who were present at the rencounter.
The former of these went directly in quest of Sophia, whither we
likewise shall now attend her.