The man in the little shop in which, well after this, they lingered longest, the small but interesting dealer in the Bloomsbury street who was remarkable for an insistence not importunate, inasmuch as it was mainly mute, but singularly, intensely coercive--this personage fixed on his visitors an extraordinary pair of eyes and looked from one to the other while they considered the object with which he appeared mainly to hope to tempt them.
They had come to him last, for their time was nearly up; an hour of it at least, from the moment of their getting into a hansom at the Marble Arch, having yielded no better result than the amusement invoked from the first. The amusement of course was to have consisted in seeking, but it had also involved the idea of finding; which latter necessity would have been obtrusive only if they had found too soon. The question at present was if they WERE finding, and they put it to each other, in the Bloomsbury shop, while they enjoyed the undiverted attention of the shopman. He was clearly the master and devoted to his business--the essence of which, in his conception, might precisely have been this particular secret that he possessed for worrying the customer so little that it fairly threw over their relation a sort of solemnity. He had n't many things, none of the redundancy of "rot" they had elsewhere seen, and our friends had, on entering, even had the sense of a (105) muster so scant that, as high values obviously would n't reign, the effect might be almost pitiful. Then their impression had changed; for, though the show was of small pieces, several taken from the little window and others extracted from a cupboard behind the counter--dusky, in the rather low-browed place, despite its glass doors--each bid for their attention spoke, however modestly, for itself, and the pitch of their entertainer s pretensions was promptly enough given. His array was heterogeneous and not at all imposing; still it differed agreeably from what they had hitherto seen.
Charlotte, after the incident, was to be full of impressions, of several of which, later on, she gave her companion--always in the interest of their amusement--the benefit; and one of the impressions had been that the man himself was the greatest curiosity they had looked at. The Prince was to reply to this that he himself had n't looked at him; as, precisely, in the general connexion, Charlotte had more than once, from other days, noted, for his advantage, her consciousness of how, below a certain social plane, he never SAW. One kind of shopman was just like another to him--which was oddly inconsequent on the part of a mind that where it did notice noticed so much. He took throughout always the meaner sort for granted--the night of their meanness, or whatever name one might give it for him, made all his cats grey. He did n't, no doubt, want to hurt them, but he imaged them no more than if his eyes acted only for the level of his own high head.
Her own vision acted for every relation--this he had seen for himself: she (106) remarked beggars, she remembered servants, she recognised cabmen; she had often distinguished beauty, when out with him, in dirty children; she had admired "type" in faces at hucksters' stalls. Therefore she had on this occasion found their antiquario interesting; partly because he cared so for his things, and partly because he cared--well, so for THEM.
"He likes his things--he loves them," she was to say; "and it is n't only--it is n't perhaps even at all--that he loves to sell them. I think he would love to keep them if he could; and he prefers at any rate to sell them to right people. We, clearly, were right people--he knows them when he sees them; and that's why, as I say, you could make out, or at least I could, that he cared for us. Did n't you see"--she was to ask it with an insistence--"the way he looked at us and took us in? I doubt if either of us have ever been so well looked at before. Yes, he'll remember us"--she was to profess herself convinced of THAT almost to uneasiness. "But it was after all"--this was perhaps reassuring--"because, given his taste, since he HAS taste, he was pleased with us, he was struck--he had ideas about us. Well, I should think people might; we're beautiful--are n't we?--and he knows. Then also he has his way; for that way of saying nothing with his lips when he's all the while pressing you so with his face, which shows how he knows you feel it--that IS a regular way."
