barnaby rudge(巴纳比·卢杰)-第43章
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master and his mistress； and the constant Miggs； and the
opportunity was gone for ever。 For now the chaise creaked upon
its springs； and Mrs Varden was inside； and now it creaked again；
and more than ever； and the locksmith was inside； and now it
bounded once； as if its heart beat lightly； and Dolly was inside； and
now it was gone and its place was empty； and he and that dreary
Miggs were standing in the street together。
The hearty locksmith was in as good a humour as if nothing had
occurred for the last twelve months to put him out of his way；
Dolly was all smiles and graces； and Mrs Varden was agreeable
beyond all precedent。 As they jogged through the streets talking of
this thing and of that； who should be descried upon the pavement
but that very coachmaker； looking so genteel that nobody would
have believed he had ever had anything to do with a coach but
riding in it； and bowing like any nobleman。 To be sure Dolly was
confused when she bowed again； and to be sure the cherry…
coloured ribbons trembled a little when she met his mournful eye；
which seemed to say； ‘I have kept my word； I have begun； the
business is going to the devil； and you’re the cause of it。’ There he
stood； rooted to the ground： as Dolly said； like a statue； and as Mrs
Varden said； like a pump； till they turned the corner： and when
her father thought it was like his impudence； and her mother
wondered what he meant by it； Dolly blushed again till her very
hood was pale。
But on they went； not the less merrily for this； and there was
the locksmith in the incautious fulness of his heart ‘pulling…up’ at
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all manner of places； and evincing a most intimate acquaintance
with all the taverns on the road； and all the landlords and all the
landladies； with whom； indeed； the little horse was on equally
friendly terms； for he kept on stopping of his own accord。 Never
were people so glad to see other people as these landlords and
landladies were to behold Mr Varden and Mrs Varden and Miss
Varden； and wouldn’t they get out； said one； and they really must
walk upstairs； said another； and she would take it ill and be quite
certain they were proud if they wouldn’t have a little taste of
something； said a third； and so on； that it was really quite a
Progress rather than a ride； and one continued scene of hospitality
from beginning to end。 It was pleasant enough to be held in such
esteem； not to mention the refreshments； so Mrs Varden said
nothing at the time； and was all affability and delight—but such a
body of evidence as she collected against the unfortunate
locksmith that day； to be used thereafter as occasion might
require； never was got together for matrimonial purposes。
In course of time—and in course of a pretty long time too； for
these agreeable interruptions delayed them not a little；—they
arrived upon the skirts of the Forest； and riding pleasantly on
among the trees； came at last to the Maypole； where the
locksmith’s cheerful ‘Yoho！’ speedily brought to the porch old
John； and after him young Joe； both of whom were so transfixed at
sight of the ladies； that for a moment they were perfectly unable to
give them any welcome； and could do nothing but stare。
It was only for a moment； however； that Joe forgot himself； for
speedily reviving he thrust his drowsy father aside—to Mr Willet’s
mighty and inexpressible indignation—and darting out； stood
ready to help them to alight。 It was necessary for Dolly to get out
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first。 Joe had her in his arms；—yes； though for a space of time no
longer than you could count one in； Joe had her in his arms。 Here
was a glimpse of happiness！
It would be difficult to describe what a flat and commonplace
affair the helping Mrs Varden out afterwards was； but Joe did it；
and did it too with the best grace in the world。 Then old John；
who； entertaining a dull and foggy sort of idea that Mrs Varden
wasn’t fond of him； had been in some doubt whether she might not
have come for purposes of assault and battery； took courage；
hoped she was well； and offered to conduct her into the house。
This tender being amicably received； they marched in together；
Joe and Dolly followed； arm…in…arm； （happiness again！） and
Varden brought up the rear。
Old John would have it that they must sit in the bar； and
nobody objecting； into the bar they went。 All bars are snug places；
but the Maypole’s was the very snuggest； cosiest； and completest
bar； that ever the wit of man devised。 Such amazing bottles in old
oaken pigeon…holes； such gleaming tankards dangling from pegs at
about the same inclination as thirsty men would hold them to their
lips； such sturdy little Dutch kegs ranged in rows on shelves； so
many lemons hanging in separate nets； and forming the fragrant
grove already mentioned in this chronicle； suggestive； with goodly
loaves of snowy sugar stowed away hard by； of punch； idealised
beyond all mortal knowledge； such closets； such presses； such
drawers full of pipes； such places for putting things away in hollow
window…seats； all crammed to the throat with eatables； drinkables；
or savoury condiments； lastly； and to crown all； as typical of the
immense resources of the establishment； and its defiances to all
visitors to cut and come again； such a stupendous cheese！
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It is a poor heart that never rejoices—it must have been the
poorest； weakest； and most watery heart that ever beat； which
would not have warmed towards the Maypole bar。 Mrs Varden’s
did directly。 She could no more have reproached John Willet
among those household gods； the kegs and bottles； lemons； pipes；
and cheese； than she could have stabbed him with his own bright
carving…knife。 The order for dinner too—it might have soothed a
savage。 ‘A bit of fish；’ said John to the cook； ‘and some lamb chops
（breaded； with plenty of ketchup）； and a good salad； and a roast
spring chicken； with a dish of sausages and mashed potatoes； or
something of that sort。’ Something of that sort！ The resources of
these inns！ To talk carelessly about dishes； which in themselves
were a first…rate holiday kind of dinner； suitable to one’s wedding…
day； as something of that sort： meaning； if you can’t get a spring
chicken； any other trifle in the way of poultry will do—such as a
peacock； perhaps！ The kitchen too； with its great broad cavernous
chimney； the kitchen； where nothing in the way of cookery seemed
impossible； where you could believe in anything to eat； they chose
to tell you of。 Mrs Varden returned from the contemplation of
these wonders to the bar again； with a head quite dizzy and
bewildered。 Her housekeeping capacity was not large enough to
comprehend them。 She was obliged to go to sleep。 Waking was
pain； in the midst of such immensity。
Dolly in the meanwhile； whose gay heart and head ran upon
other matters； passed out at the garden door； and glancing back
now and then （but of course not wondering whether Joe saw her）；
tripped away by a path across the fields with which she was well
acquainted； to discharge her mission at the Warren； and this
deponent hath been informed and verily believes； that you might
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have seen many less pleasant objects than the cherry…coloured
mantle and ribbons； as they went fluttering along the green
meadows in the bright light of the day； like giddy things as they
were。
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Chapter 20
he proud consciousness of her trust； and the great
importance she derived from it； might have advertised it to
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all the house if she had had to run the gauntlet of its
inhabitants； but as Dolly had played in every dull room and
passage many and many a time； when a child； and had ever since
been the humble friend of Miss Haredale； whose foster…sister she
was； she was as free of the building as the young lady herself。 So；
using no greater precaution than holding her breath and walking
on tiptoe as she passed the library door； she went straight to
Emma’s room as a privileged visitor。
It was the liveliest room in the building。 The chamber was
sombre like the rest for the matter of that； but the presence of
youth and beauty would make a prison cheerful （saving alas！ that
confinement withers them）； and lend some charms of their own to
the gloomiest scene。 Birds； flowers； books； drawing； music； and a
hundred such graceful tokens of feminine loves
