'I say! How nice you look!'
This was said in an admiring manner, and was, so far,
gratifying; but still there was enough of the
cannibal in the young
gentleman's eyes to render the
compliment a double one.
'Dear me, Joseph,' said Mary, affecting to blush, 'what do you
mean?'
The fat boy, gradually recovering his former position, replied
with a heavy sigh, and, remaining
thoughtful for a few moments,
drank a long
draught of the
porter. Having achieved this feat, he
sighed again, and
applied himself assiduously to the pie.
'What a nice young lady Miss Emily is!' said Mary, after a long
silence.
The fat boy had by this time finished the pie. He fixed his eyes
on Mary, and replied―'I knows a nicerer.'
'Indeed!' said Mary.
'Yes, indeed!' replied the fat boy, with unwonted vivacity.
'What's her name?' inquired Mary.
'What's yours?'
'Mary.'
'So's hers,' said the fat boy. 'You're her.' The boy grinned to add
point to the
compliment, and put his eyes into something between
a squint and a cast, which there is reason to believe he intended
for an ogle.
'You mustn't talk to me in that way,' said Mary; 'you don't mean
it.'
'Don't I, though?' replied the fat boy. 'I say?'
'Well?'
'Are you going to come here regular?'
'No,' rejoined Mary, shaking her head, 'I'm going away again to-
night. Why?'
'Oh,' said the fat boy, in a tone of strong feeling; 'how we should
have enjoyed ourselves at meals, if you had been!'
'I might come here sometimes, perhaps, to see you,' said Mary,
plaiting the table-cloth in assumed coyness, 'if you would do me a
favour.'
The fat boy looked from the pie-dish to the steak, as if he
thought a favour must be in a manner connected with something
to eat; and then took out one of the half-crowns and glanced at it
nervously.
'Don't you understand me?' said Mary, looking slyly in his fat
face.
Again he looked at the half-crown, and said
faintly, 'No.'
'The ladies want you not to say anything to the old gentleman
about the young gentleman having been
upstairs; and I want you
too.'
'Is that all?' said the fat boy, evidently very much relieved, as he
pocketed the half-crown again. 'Of course I ain't a-going to.'
'You see,' said Mary, 'Mr. Snodgrass is very fond of Miss Emily,
and Miss Emily's very fond of him, and if you were to tell about it,
the old gentleman would carry you all away miles into the country,
where you'd see nobody.'
'No, no, I won't tell,' said the fat boy stoutly.
'That's a dear,' said Mary. 'Now it's time I went
upstairs, and
got my lady ready for dinner.'
'Don't go yet,' urged the fat boy.
'I must,' replied Mary. 'Good-bye, for the present.'
The fat boy, with elephantine playfulness, stretched out his
arms to ravish a kiss; but as it required no great agility to elude
him, his fair enslaver had vanished before he closed them again;
upon which the apathetic youth ate a pound or so of steak with a
sentimental countenance, and fell fast asleep.
There was so much to say
upstairs, and there were so many
plans to concert for elopement and matrimony in the event of old
Wardle continuing to be cruel, that it wanted only half an hour of
dinner when Mr. Snodgrass took his final adieu. The ladies ran to
Emily's bedroom to dress, and the lover,
taking up his hat, walked
out of the room. He had scarcely got outside the door, when he
heard Wardle's voice talking loudly, and looking over the banisters
beheld him, followed by some other gentlemen, coming straight
upstairs. Knowing nothing of the house, Mr. Snodgrass in his
confusion stepped hastily back into the room he had just quitted,
and passing thence into an inner apartment (Mr. Wardle's
bedchamber), closed the door softly, just as the persons he had
caught a glimpse of entered the sitting-room. These were Mr.
Wardle, Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Nathaniel Winkle, and Mr. Benjamin
Allen, whom he had no difficulty in recognising by their voices.
'Very lucky I had the presence of mind to avoid them,' thought
Mr. Snodgrass with a smile, and walking on
tiptoe to another door
near the
bedside; 'this opens into the same passage, and I can walk
quietly and
comfortably away.'
There was only one
obstacle to his walking quietly and
comfortably away, which was that the door was locked and the key
gone.
'Let us have some of your best wine to-day,
waiter,' said old
Wardle, rubbing his hands.
'You shall have some of the very best, sir,' replied the
waiter.
'Let the ladies know we have come in.'
'Yes, sir.'
Devoutly and ardently did Mr. Snodgrass wish that the ladies
could know he had come in. He ventured once to whisper,
'Waiter!' through the keyhole, but the
probability of the wrong
waiter coming to his relief, flashed upon his mind, together with a
sense of the strong
resemblance between his own situation and
that in which another gentleman had been recently found in a
neighbouring hotel (an account of whose misfortunes had
appeared under the head of 'Police' in that morning's paper), he
sat himself on a portmanteau, and trembled
violently.
'We won't wait a minute for Perker,' said Wardle, looking at his
watch; 'he is always exact. He will be here, in time, if he means to
come; and if he does not, it's of no use waiting. Ha! Arabella!'
'My sister!' exclaimed Mr. Benjamin Allen, folding her in a most
romantic embrace.
'Oh, Ben, dear, how you do smell of tobacco,' said Arabella,
rather overcome by this mark of affection.
'Do I?' said Mr. Benjamin Allen. 'Do I, Bella? Well, perhaps I
do.'
Perhaps he did, having just left a pleasant little smoking-party
of twelve medical students, in a small back parlour with a large
fire.
'But I am
delighted to see you,' said Mr. Ben Allen. 'Bless you,
Bella!'
'There,' said Arabella, bending forward to kiss her brother;
'don't take hold of me again, Ben, dear, because you tumble me
so.'
At this point of the
reconciliation, Mr. Ben Allen allowed his
feelings and the cigars and
porter to overcome him, and looked
round upon the beholders with damp spectacles.
'Is nothing to be said to me?' cried Wardle, with open arms.
'A great deal,' whispered Arabella, as she received the old
gentleman's
heartycaress and
congratulation. 'You are a hard-
hearted, unfeeling, cruel monster.'
'You are a little rebel,' replied Wardle, in the same tone, 'and I
am afraid I shall be obliged to forbid you the house. People like
you, who get married in spite of everybody, ought not to be let
loose on society. But come!' added the old gentleman aloud,
'here's the dinner; you shall sit by me. Joe; why, damn the boy,
he's awake!'
To the great distress of his master, the fat boy was indeed in a
state of remarkable
vigilance, his eyes being wide open, and
looking as if they intended to remain so. There was an alacrity in
his manner, too, which was equally unaccountable; every time his
eyes met those of Emily or Arabella, he smirked and grinned;
once, Wardle could have sworn, he saw him wink.
This
alteration in the fat boy's
demeanour originated in his
increased sense of his own importance, and the dignity he
acquired from having been taken into the
confidence of the young
ladies; and the smirks, and grins, and winks were so many
condescending assurances that they might depend upon his
fidelity. As these tokens were rather calculated to awaken
suspicion than allay it, and were somewhat embarrassing besides,
they were occasionally answered by a frown or shake of the head
from Arabella, which the fat boy,
considering as hints to be on his
guard, expressed his perfect understanding of, by smirking,
grinning, and winking, with redoubled assiduity.
'Joe,' said Mr. Wardle, after an
unsuccessful search in all his
pockets, 'is my snuff-box on the sofa?'
'No, sir,' replied the fat boy.
'Oh, I
recollect; I left it on my dressing-table this morning,' said
Wardle. 'Run into the next room and fetch it.'
The fat boy went into the next room; and, having been absent
about a minute, returned with the snuff-box, and the palest face
that ever a fat boy wore.
'What's the matter with the boy?' exclaimed Wardle.
'Nothen's the matter with me,' replied Joe
nervously.
'Have you been
seeing any spirits?' inquired the old gentleman.
'Or
taking any?' added Ben Allen.
'I think you're right,' whispered Wardle across the table. 'He is
intoxicated, I'm sure.'
Ben Allen replied that he thought he was; and, as that
gentleman had seen a vast deal of the disease in question, Wardle
was confirmed in an impression which had been hovering about
his mind for half an hour, and at once arrived at the conclusion
that the fat boy was drunk.
'Just keep your eye upon him for a few minutes,' murmured
Wardle. 'We shall soon find out whether he is or not.'
The unfortunate youth had only interchanged a dozen words
with Mr. Snodgrass, that gentleman having implored him to make
a private
appeal to some friend to release him, and then pushed
him out with the snuff-box, lest his prolonged absence should lead
to a discovery. He ruminated a little with a most disturbed
expression of face, and left the room in search of Mary.
But Mary had gone home after dressing her mistress, and the
fat boy came back again more disturbed than before.
Wardle and Mr. Ben Allen exchanged glances. 'Joe!' said
Wardle.
'Yes, sir.'
'What did you go away for?'
The fat boy looked
hopelessly in the face of everybody at table,
and stammered out that he didn't know.
'Oh,' said Wardle, 'you don't know, eh? Take this cheese to Mr.
Pickwick.'
Now, Mr. Pickwick being in the very best health and spirits,
had been making himself
perfectly delightful all dinner-time, and
was at this moment engaged in an
energetic conversation with
Emily and Mr. Winkle; bowing his head,
courteously, in the
emphasis of his
discourse, gently waving his left hand to lend force
to his observations, and all glowing with
placid smiles. He took a
piece of cheese from the plate, and was on the point of turning
round to renew the conversation, when the fat boy, stooping so as
to bring his head on a level with that of Mr. Pickwick, pointed with
his thumb over his shoulder, and made the most horrible and
hideous face that was ever seen out of a Christmas pantomime.
'Dear me!' said Mr. Pickwick, starting, 'what a very―Eh?' He
stopped, for the fat boy had drawn himself up, and was, or
pretended to be, fast asleep.
'What's the matter?' inquired Wardle.
'This is such an extremely
singular lad!' replied Mr. Pickwick,
looking
uneasily at the boy. 'It seems an odd thing to say, but upon
my word I am afraid that, at times, he is a little deranged.'
'Oh! Mr. Pickwick, pray don't say so,' cried Emily and Arabella,
both at once.
'I am not certain, of course,' said Mr. Pickwick,
amidstprofoundsilence and looks of general dismay; 'but his manner to me this
moment really was very alarming. Oh!' ejaculated Mr. Pickwick,
suddenly jumping up with a short scream. 'I beg your pardon,
ladies, but at that moment he ran some sharp instrument into my
leg. Really, he is not safe.'
'He's drunk,' roared old Wardle
passionately. 'Ring the bell!
Call the
waiters! He's drunk.'
'I ain't,' said the fat boy, falling on his knees as his master
seized him by the collar. 'I ain't drunk.'
'Then you're mad; that's worse. Call the
waiters,' said the old
gentleman.
'I ain't mad; I'm sensible,' rejoined the fat boy, beginning to cry.
'Then, what the devil did you run sharp instruments into Mr.
Pickwick's legs for?' inquired Wardle
angrily.
'He wouldn't look at me,' replied the boy. 'I wanted to speak to
him.'
'What did you want to say?' asked half a dozen voices at once.
The fat boy gasped, looked at the bedroom door, gasped again,
and wiped two tears away with the
knuckle of each of his
forefingers.
'What did you want to say?' demanded Wardle, shaking him.
'Stop!' said Mr. Pickwick; 'allow me. What did you wish to
communicate to me, my poor boy?'
'I want to whisper to you,' replied the fat boy.
'You want to bite his ear off, I suppose,' said Wardle. 'Don't
come near him; he's
vicious; ring the bell, and let him be taken
downstairs.'
Just as Mr. Winkle caught the bell-rope in his hand, it was
arrested by a general expression of astonishment; the captive
lover, his face burning with confusion, suddenly walked in from
the bedroom, and made a
comprehensive bow to the company.
'Hollo!' cried Wardle, releasing the fat boy's collar, and
staggering back. 'What's this?'
'I have been concealed in the next room, sir, since you
returned,' explained Mr. Snodgrass.
'Emily, my girl,' said Wardle reproachfully, 'I
detest meanness
and
deceit; this is unjustifiable and indelicate in the highest
degree. I don't deserve this at your hands, Emily, indeed!'
'Dear papa,' said Emily, 'Arabella knows―everybody here
knows―Joe knows―that I was no party to this
concealment.
Augustus, for He aven's sake, explain it!'
Mr. Snodgrass, who had only waited for a
hearing, at once
recounted how he had been placed in his then distressing
predicament; how the fear of giving rise to domestic dissensions
had alone prompted him to avoid Mr. Wardle on his entrance; how
he merely meant to depart by another door, but,
finding it locked,
had been compelled to stay against his will. It was a
painfulsituation to be placed in; but he now regretted it the less,
inasmuch as it afforded him an opportunity of acknowledging,
before their
mutual friends, that he loved Mr. Wardle's daughter
deeply and
sincerely; that he was proud to avow that the feeling
was
mutual; and that if thousands of miles were placed between
them, or oceans rolled their waters, he could never for an instant
forget those happy days, when first―et cetera, et cetera.
Having delivered himself to this effect, Mr. Snodgrass bowed
again, looked into the crown of his hat, and stepped towards the
door.
'Stop!' shouted Wardle. 'Why, in the name of all that's―'
'Inflammable,'
mildly suggested Mr. Pickwick, who thought
something worse was coming.
'Well―that's inflammable,' said Wardle, adopting the
substitute; 'couldn't you say all this to me in the first instance?'
'Or
confide in me?' added Mr. Pickwick.
'Dear, dear,' said Arabella,
taking up the defence, 'what is the
use of asking all that now, especially when you know you had set
your covetous old heart on a richer son-in-law, and are so wild and
fierce besides, that everybody is afraid of you, except me? Shake
hands with him, and order him some dinner, for goodness
gracious' sake, for he looks half starved; and pray have your wine
up at once, for you'll not be tolerable until you have taken two
bottles at least.'
The worthy old gentleman pulled Arabella's ear, kissed her
without the smallest
scruple, kissed his daughter also with great
affection, and shook Mr. Snodgrass warmly by the hand.
'She is right on one point at all events,' said the old gentleman
cheerfully. 'Ring for the wine!'
The wine came, and Perker came
upstairs at the same moment.
Mr. Snodgrass had dinner at a side table, and, when he had
despatched it, drew his chair next Emily, without the smallest
opposition on the old gentleman's part.
The evening was excellent. Little Mr. Perker came out
wonderfully, told various comic stories, and sang a serious song
which was almost as funny as the anecdotes. Arabella was very
charming, Mr. Wardle very jovial, Mr. Pickwick very
harmonious,
Mr. Ben Allen very uproarious, the lovers very silent, Mr. Winkle
very talkative, and all of them very happy.
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- wonderfully [´wʌndəfuli]
ad.令人惊讶地;奇妙地 四级词汇
- caravan [´kærəvæn]
n.大蓬车 四级词汇
- calmness [´kɑ:mnis]
n.平静;安静 六级词汇
- reasonably [´ri:zənəbli]
ad.有理地;合理地 四级词汇
- feebly [´fi:bli]
ad.虚弱地;贫乏地 四级词汇
- thrice [θrais]
ad.三倍地;三次 四级词汇
- upstairs [,ʌp´steəz]
ad.在楼上 a.楼上的 四级词汇
- obstinate [´ɔbstinit]
a.顽固的;(病)难治的 四级词汇
- delighted [di´laitid]
a.高兴的;喜欢的 四级词汇
- impatiently [im´peiʃəntli]
ad.不耐烦地,急躁地 四级词汇
- colouring [´kʌləriŋ]
n.色彩;外貌;伪装 六级词汇
- inasmuch [,inəz´mʌtʃ]
conj.因为;鉴于 四级词汇
- matter-of-fact [mætərɔv´fækt]
a.实事求是的 六级词汇
- perplexity [pə´pleksiti]
n.困惑;为难;纷乱 四级词汇
- favourably [´feivərəbli]
ad.善意地 四级词汇
- enhance [in´hɑ:ns]
vt.提高,增加;增进 六级词汇
- ardour [´ɑ:də]
n.热心,热情 四级词汇
- sundry [´sʌndri]
a.各式各样的,各式的 四级词汇
- impatience [im´peiʃəns]
n.不耐烦,急躁 四级词汇
- enterprising [´entəpraiziŋ]
a.有事业心的 六级词汇
- taking [´teikiŋ]
a.迷人的 n.捕获物 六级词汇
- consecutive [kən´sekjutiv]
a.连续的;连贯的 六级词汇
- waistcoat [´weskət, ´weiskəut]
n.背心,马甲 六级词汇
- departed [di´pɑ:tid]
a.已往的;已故的 六级词汇
- transact [træn´zækt]
v.处理;做交易;谈判 六级词汇
- unsuccessful [,ʌnsək´sesful]
a.不成功的,失败的 四级词汇
- simultaneously [,siməl´teinjəsli]
ad.同时,一起 四级词汇
- intruder [in´tru:də]
n.闯入者;打扰者 四级词汇
- perception [pə´sepʃən]
n.感觉;概念;理解力 四级词汇
- cannibal [´kænibəl]
n.吃同类动物的 六级词汇
- applied [ə´plaid]
a.实用的,应用的 六级词汇
- nervously [´nə:vəsli]
ad.神经质地;胆怯地 四级词汇
- sentimental [,senti´mentl]
a.感伤的;多愁善感的 四级词汇
- tiptoe [´tiptəu]
n.脚尖 vi.踮着脚走 四级词汇
- bedside [´bedsaid]
n.床边 a.护理的 四级词汇
- waiter [´weitə]
n.侍者,服务员 四级词汇
- reconciliation [,rekənsili´eiʃən]
n.调停;和解;服从 六级词汇
- congratulation [kən,grætju´leiʃən]
n.祝贺;贺词 四级词汇
- vigilance [´vidʒiləns]
n.警惕,警戒 六级词汇
- alteration [,ɔ:ltə´reiʃən]
n.改变,变更 四级词汇
- demeanour [di´mi:nə]
n.行为;举止;态度 四级词汇
- fidelity [fi´deliti]
n.忠实;精确;保真度 四级词汇
- considering [kən´sidəriŋ]
prep.就…而论 四级词汇
- recollect [rekə´lekt]
v.重新集合;恢复 四级词汇
- hopelessly [´həuplisli]
ad.无希望地,绝望地 四级词汇
- energetic [,enə´dʒetik]
a.精力旺盛的;有力的 四级词汇
- courteously [´kə:tjəsli]
ad.有礼貌地;殷勤地 六级词汇
- placid [´plæsid]
a.平静的;温和的 四级词汇
- uneasily [ʌn´i:zili]
ad.不安地;局促地 六级词汇
- amidst [ə´midst]
prep.=amid 四级词汇
- passionately [´pæʃənitli]
ad.多情地;热烈地 四级词汇
- knuckle [´nʌkəl]
n.指关节 vi.屈从 六级词汇
- vicious [´viʃəs]
a.不道德的;刻毒的 四级词汇
- detest [di´test]
vt.痛恨,憎恶 四级词汇
- deceit [di´si:t]
n.欺骗 四级词汇
- concealment [kən´si:lmənt]
n.隐藏,隐瞒 六级词汇
- mildly [´maildli]
ad.温和地;适度地 四级词汇
- scruple [´skru:pəl]
n.&v.犹豫;顾忌 六级词汇
- harmonious [hɑ:məuniəs]
a.协调的,悦耳的 四级词汇