What is Dickens trying to say with this strange tale? Is he, for example, trying to depict the tragedy of an arranged marriage? Or why the mystery of Edwin Drood? There are at least half a dozen other characters who are more mysterious than this bright, uncomplicated young man, about whom Jasper says:
'Look at him, see how he lounges so easily...the world is all before him where to choose. A life of stirring work and interest, a life of change and excitement, a life of domestic ease and love! Look at him!' Ch8
Of course Jasper is envious. Perhaps even jealous. But isn't everybody jealous of Drood over the beautiful Rosa? Certainly Neville, to the point of thinking murder. And now, in Chapter XI, we find Grewgious, speechless as usual, but nevertheless exclaiming:
'Lord bless me...I could draw a picture of a true lover's state of mind, to night....' and does so most convincingly. He's in love with Rosa! Well it was her mother, actually, years earlier. ('Good God, how like her mother she has become!')
Grewgious is in posession of the ring that came off the dead finger of Rosa's mother. He's reluctant to part with it. Can there be any doubt that he himself would like to put it on Rosa's finger? He wants it returned if for any reason Drood is unsuccessful in that marriage rite.
How jealous Grewgious was of Rosa's father, when he lost the woman he loved. And now, he still wonders...'whether he (Rosa's father) ever so much as suspected that someone doted on her, at a hopeless, speechless distance, when he struck in and won her. I wonder whether it ever crept into his mind who that unfortunate someone was!...I wonder whether I shall sleep tonight!'
Poor bewildered Grewgious. 'And if I do not clearly express what I mean by that, it is either for the reason that having no conversational powers, I cannot express what I mean, or that having no meaning, I do not mean what I fail to express. Which, to the best of my belief, is not the case.' What a sorry wooer he must have been.
What strange relationships in this tale. Even Grewgious has his seeming nemesis, his control. The 'fabulous Familiar,' Bazzard, the 'pale, puffy-faced, dark-haired person of thirty, with big dark eyes that wholly wanted lustre...this attendant was a mysterious being, possessed of some strange power over Mr. Grewgious.'