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'The pump is rusty； perhaps；' said I。
'Not IT；' said the old man； regarding it with undiluted virulence
in his watery eye。 'It never were fit to be termed a pump。 That's
what's the matter with IT。'
'Whose fault is that？' said I。
The old man； who had a working mouth which seemed to be trying to
masticate his anger and to find that it was too hard and there was
too much of it； replied； 'Them gentlemen。'
'What gentlemen？'
'Maybe you're one of 'em？' said the old man； suspiciously。
'The trustees？'
'I wouldn't trust 'em myself；' said the virulent old man。
'If you mean the gentlemen who administer this place； no； I am not
one of them； nor have I ever so much as heard of them。'
'I wish I never heard of them；' gasped the old man： 'at my time of
life … with the rheumatics … drawing water…from that thing！' Not
to be deluded into calling it a Pump； the old man gave it another
virulent look； took up his pitcher； and carried it into a corner
dwelling…house； shutting the door after him。
Looking around and seeing that each little house was a house of two
little rooms； and seeing that the little oblong court…yard in front
was like a graveyard for the inhabitants； saving that no word was
engraven on its flat dry stones； and seeing that the currents of
life and noise ran to and fro outside； having no more to do with
the place than if it were a sort of low…water mark on a lively
beach； I say； seeing this and nothing else； I was going out at the
gate when one of the doors opened。
'Was you looking for anything； sir？' asked a tidy； well…favoured
woman。
Really； no； I couldn't say I was。
'Not wanting any one； sir？'
'No … at least I … pray what is the name of the elderly gentleman
who lives in the corner there？'
The tidy woman stepped out to be sure of the door I indicated； and
she and the pump and I stood all three in a row with our backs to
the thoroughfare。
'Oh！ HIS name is Mr。 Battens；' said the tidy woman； dropping her
voice。
'I have just been talking with him。'
'Indeed？' said the tidy woman。 'Ho！ I wonder Mr。 Battens talked！'
'Is he usually so silent？'
'Well； Mr。 Battens is the oldest here … that is to say； the oldest
of the old gentlemen … in point of residence。'
She had a way of passing her hands over and under one another as
she spoke； that was not only tidy but propitiatory； so I asked her
if I might look at her little sitting…room？ She willingly replied
Yes； and we went into it together： she leaving the door open； with
an eye as I understood to the social proprieties。 The door opening
at once into the room without any intervening entry； even scandal
must have been silenced by the precaution。
It was a gloomy little chamber； but clean； and with a mug of
wallflower in the window。 On the chimney…piece were two peacock's
feathers； a carved ship； a few shells； and a black profile with one
eyelash； whether this portrait purported to be male or female
passed my comprehension； until my hostess informed me that it was
her only son； and 'quite a speaking one。'
'He is alive； I hope？'
'No； sir；' said the widow； 'he were cast away in China。' This was
said with a modest sense of its reflecting a certain geographical
distinction on his mother。
'If the old gentlemen here are not given to talking；' said I； 'I
hope the old ladies are？ … not that you are one。'
She shook her head。 'You see they get so cross。'
'How is that？'
'Well； whether the gentlemen really do deprive us of any little
matters which ought to be ours by rights； I cannot say for certain；
but the opinion of the old ones is they do。 And Mr。 Battens he do
even go so far as to doubt whether credit is due to the Founder。
For Mr。 Battens he do say； anyhow he got his name up by it and he
done it cheap。'
'I am afraid the pump has soured Mr。 Battens。'
'It may be so；' returned the tidy widow； 'but the handle does go
very hard。 Still； what I say to myself is； the gentlemen MAY not
pocket the difference between a good pump and a bad one； and I
would wish to think well of them。 And the dwellings；' said my
hostess； glancing round her room； 'perhaps they were convenient
dwellings in the Founder's time； considered AS his time； and
therefore he should not be blamed。 But Mrs。 Saggers is very hard
upon them。'
'Mrs。 Saggers is the oldest here？'
'The oldest but one。 Mrs。 Quinch being the oldest； and have
totally lost her head。'
'And you？'
'I am the youngest in residence； and consequently am not looked up
to。 But when Mrs。 Quinch makes a happy release； there will be one
below me。 Nor is it to be expected that Mrs。 Saggers will prove
herself immortal。'
'True。 Nor Mr。 Battens。'
'Regarding the old gentlemen；' said my widow slightingly； 'they
count among themselves。 They do not count among us。 Mr。 Battens
is that exceptional that he have written to the gentlemen many
times and have worked the case against them。 Therefore he have
took a higher ground。 But we do not； as a rule； greatly reckon the
old gentlemen。'
Pursuing the subject； I found it to be traditionally settled among
the poor ladies that the poor gentlemen； whatever their ages； were
all very old indeed； and in a state of dotage。 I also discovered
that the juniors and newcomers preserved； for a time； a waning
disposition to believe in Titbull and his trustees； but that as
they gained social standing they lost this faith； and disparaged
Titbull and all his works。
Improving my acquaintance subsequently with this respected lady；
whose name was Mrs。 Mitts； and occasionally dropping in upon her
with a little offering of sound Family Hyson in my pocket； I
gradually became familiar with the inner politics and ways of
Titbull's Alms…Houses。 But I never could find out who the trustees
were； or where they were： it being one of the fixed ideas of the
place that those authorities must be vaguely and mysteriously
mentioned as 'the gentlemen' only。 The secretary of 'the
gentlemen' was once pointed out to me； evidently engaged in
championing the obnoxious pump against the attacks of the
discontented Mr。 Battens； but I am not in a condition to report
further of him than that he had the sprightly bearing of a lawyer's
clerk。 I had it from Mrs。 Mitts's lips in a very confidential
moment； that Mr。 Battens was once 'had up before the gentlemen' to
stand or fall by his accusations； and that an old shoe was thrown
after him on his departure from the building on this dread errand；
… not ineffectually； for； the interview resulting in a plumber； was
considered to have encircled the temples of Mr。 Battens with the
wreath of victory；
In Titbull's Alms…Houses； the local society is not regarded as good
society。 A gentleman or lady receiving visitors from without； or
going out to tea； counts； as it were； accordingly； but visitings or
tea…drinkings interchanged among Titbullians do not score。 Such
interchanges； however； are rare； in consequence of internal
dissensions occasioned by Mrs。 Saggers's pail： which household
article has split Titbull's into almost as many parties as there
are dwellings in that precinct。 The extremely complicated nature
of the conflicting articles of belief on the subject prevents my
stating them here with my usual perspicuity； but I think they have
all branched off from the root…and…trunk question； Has Mrs。 Saggers
any right to stand her pail outside her dwelling？ The question has
been much refined upon； but roughly stated may be stated in those
terms。
There are two old men in Titbull's Alms…Houses who； I have been
given to understand； knew each other in the world beyond its pump
and iron railings； when they were both 'in trade。' They make the
best of their reverses； and are looked upon with great contempt。
They are little； stooping； blear…eyed old men of cheerful
countenance； and they hobble up and down the court…yard wagging
their chins and talking together quite gaily。 This has given
offence； and has； moreover； raised the question whether they are
justified in passing any other windows than their own。 Mr。
Battens； however； permitting them to pass HIS windows； on the
disdainful ground that their imbecility almost amounts to
irresponsibility； they are allowed to take their walk in peace。
They live next door to one another； and take it by turns to read
the newspaper aloud （that is to say； the newest newspaper they can
get）； and they play cribbage at night。 On warm and sunny days they
have been known to go so far as to bring out two chairs and sit by
the iron railings； looking forth； but this low conduct； being much
remarked upon throughout Titbull's； they were deterred by an
outraged public opinion from repeating it。 There is a rumour … but
it may be malicious … that they hold the memory of Titbull in some
weak sort of vener