bleak house(凄凉的房子)-第78章
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and hams is three； and four potatoes is three and four； and one
summer cabbage is three and six； and three marrows is four and
six； and six breads is five； and three Cheshires is five and three；
and four pints of half…and…half is six and three； and four small
rums is eight and three； and three Pollys is eight and six。 Eight
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and six is half a sovereign； Polly； and eighteen…pence out！”
Not at all excited by these stupendous calculations； Smallweed
dismisses his friends with a cool nod； and remains behind to take a
little admiring notice of Polly； as opportunity may serve； and to
read the daily papers： which are so very large in proportion to
himself； shorn of his hat； that when he holds up The Times to run
his eye over the columns； he seems to have retired for the night；
and to have disappeared under the bed…clothes。
Mr Guppy and Mr Jobling repair to the rag and bottle shop；
where they find Krook still sleeping like one o’clock； that is to say；
breathing stertorously with his chin upon his breast； and quite
insensible to any external sounds； or even to gentle shaking。 On
the table beside him； among the usual lumber； stand an empty gin
bottle and a glass。 The unwholesome air is so stained with this
liquor； that even the green eyes of the cat upon her shelf； as they
open and shut and glimmer on the visitors； look drunk。
“Hold up here！” says Mr Guppy； giving the relaxed figure of the
old man another shake。 “Mr Krook！ Halloa； sir！”
But it would seem as easy to wake a bundle of old clothes； with
a spirituous heat smouldering in it。 “Did you ever see such a
stupor as he falls into； between drink and sleep？” says Mr Guppy。
“If this is his regular sleep；” returns Jobling； rather alarmed；
“it’ll last a long time one of these days； I am thinking。”
“It’s always more like a fit than a nap；” says Mr Guppy； shaking
him again。 “Halloa； your lordship！ Why he might be robbed； fifty
times over！ Open your eyes！”
After much ado； he opens them； but without appearing to see
his visitors； or any other objects。 Though he crosses one leg on
another； and folds his hands； and several times closes and opens
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his parched lips； he seems to all intents and purposes as insensible
as before。
“He is alive； at any rate；” says Mr Guppy。 “How are you； my
Lord Chancellor？ I have brought a friend of mine； sir； on a little
matter of business。”
The old man still sits； often smacking his dry lips； without the
least consciousness。 After some minutes； he makes an attempt to
rise。 They help him up； and he staggers against the wall； and
stares at them。
“How do you do； Mr Krook？” says Mr Guppy； in some
discomfiture。 “How do you do； sir？ You are looking charming； Mr
Krook。 I hope you are pretty well？”
The old man； in aiming a purposeless blow at Mr Guppy； or at
nothing； feebly swings himself round； and comes with his face
against the wall。 So he remains for a minute or two； heaped up
against it； and then staggers down the shop to the front door。 The
air； the movement in the court； the lapse of time； or the
combination of these things； recovers him。 He comes back pretty
steadily； adjusting his fur…cap on his head； and looking keenly at
them。
“Your servant； gentlemen； I’ve been dozing。 Hi！ I am hard to
wake； odd times。”
“Rather so； indeed； sir；” responds Mr Guppy。
“What？ You’ve been a…trying to do it； have you？” says the
suspicious Krook。
“Only a little；” Mr Guppy explains。
The old man’s eye resting on the empty bottle； he takes it up；
examines it； and slowly tilts it upside down。
“I say！” he cries； like the hobgoblin in the story。 “Somebody’s
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been making free here！”
“I assure you we found it so；” says Mr Guppy。 “Would you allow
me to get it filled for you？”
“Yes； certainly I would！” cries Krook； in high glee。 “Certainly I
would！ Don’t mention it！ Get it filled next door—Sol’s Arms—the
Lord Chancellor’s fourteenpenny。 Bless you； they know me！”
He so presses the empty bottle upon Mr Guppy； that that
gentleman； with a nod to his friend； accepts the trust； and hurries
out and hurries in again with the bottle filled。 The old man
receives it in his arms like a beloved grandchild； and pats it
tenderly。
“But； I say！” he whispers； with his eyes screwed up； after
tasting it； “this ain’t the Lord Chancellor’s fourteenpenny。 This is
eighteenpenny！”
“I thought you might like that better；” says Mr Guppy。
“You’re a nobleman； sir；” returns Krook； with another taste—
and his hot breath seems to come towards them like a flame。
“You’re a baron of the land。”
Taking advantage of this auspicious moment； Mr Guppy
presents his friend under the impromptu name of Mr Weevle； and
states the object of their visit。 Krook with his bottle under his arm
（he never gets beyond a certain point of either drunkenness or
sobriety）； takes time to survey his proposed lodger； and seems to
approve of him。 “You’d like to see the room； young man？” he says。
“Ah！ It’s a good room！ Been whitewashed。 Been cleaned down
with soft soap and soda。 Hi！ It’s worth twice the rent； letting alone
my company when you want it； and such a cat to keep the mice
away。”
Commending the room after this manner； the old man takes
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them upstairs； where indeed they do find it cleaner than it used to
be； and also containing some old articles of furniture which he has
dug up from his inexhaustible stores。 The terms are easily
concluded—for the Lord Chancellor cannot be hard on Mr Guppy；
associated as he is with Kenge and Carboy； Jarndyce and
Jarndyce； and other famous claims on his professional
consideration—and it is agreed that Mr Weevle shall take
possession on the morrow。 Mr Weevle and Mr Guppy then repair
to Cook’s Court； Cursitor Street； where the personal introduction
of the former to Mr Snagsby is effected； and （more important） the
vote and interest of Mrs Snagsby are secured。 They then report
progress to the eminent Smallweed； waiting at the office in his tall
hat for that purpose； and separate； Mr Guppy explaining that he
would terminate his little entertainment by standing treat at the
play； but that there are chords in the human mind which would
render it a hollow mockery。
On the morrow； in the dusk of evening； Mr Weevle modestly
appears at Krook’s； by no means incommoded with luggage； and
establishes himself in his new lodging； where the two eyes in the
shutters stare at him in his sleep； as if they were full of wonder。 On
the following day Mr Weevle； who is a handy good…for…nothing
kind of young fellow； borrows a needle and thread of Miss Flite；
and a hammer of his landlord； and goes to work devising apologies
for window…curtains； and knocking up apologies for shelves； and
hanging up his two teacups； milkpot； and crockery sundries on a
penny…worth of little hooks； like a shipwrecked sailor making the
best of it。
But what Mr Weevle prizes most； of all his few possessions
（next after his light whiskers； for which he has an attachment that
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only whiskers can awaken in the breast of man）； is a choice
collection of copper…plate impressions from that truly national
work； the Divinities of Albion； or Galaxy Gallery of British Beauty；
representing ladies of title and fashion in every variety of smirk
that art； combined with capital； is capable of producing。 With
these magnificent portraits； unworthily confined in a band…box
during his seclusion among the market…gardens； he decorates his
apartment； and as the Galaxy Gallery of British Beauty wears
every variety of fancy dress； plays every variety of musical
instrument； fondles every variety of dog； ogles every variety of
prospect； and is backed up by every variety of flowerpot and
balustrade； the result is very imposing。
But fashion is Mr Weevle’s； as it was Tony Jobling’s weakness。
To borrow yesterday’s paper from the Sol’s Arms of an evening；
and read about the brilliant and distinguished meteors that are
shooting across the fashionable sky in every direction； is
unspeakable consolation to him。 To know what member of what
brilliant and distinguished circle accomplished the brilliant and
distinguished feat of joining it yesterday； or contemplates the no
less brilliant and distinguished feat of leaving it tomorrow； gives
him a thrill of joy。 To be informed
