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little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第23章

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out again directly。

He was a shy; retiring man; well…looking; though in an effeminate style;
with a mild voice; curling hair; and irresolute hands……rings upon the
fingers in those days……which nervously wandered to his trembling lip a
hundred times in the first half…hour of his acquaintance with the jail。
His principal anxiety was about his wife。

'Do you think; sir;' he asked the turnkey; 'that she will be very much
shocked; if she should e to the gate to…morrow morning?'

The turnkey gave it as the result of his experience that some of 'em was
and some of 'em wasn't。 In general; more no than yes。 'What like is she;
you see?' he philosophically asked: 'that's what it hinges on。'

'She is very delicate and inexperienced indeed。'

'That;' said the turnkey; 'is agen her。'

'She is so little used to go out alone;' said the debtor; 'that I am at
a loss to think how she will ever make her way here; if she walks。'

'P'raps;' quoth the turnkey; 'she'll take a ackney coach。'

'Perhaps。' The irresolute fingers went to the trembling lip。 'I hope she
will。 She may not think of it。'

'Or p'raps;' said the turnkey; offering his suggestions from the the top
of his well…worn wooden stool; as he might have offered them to a child
for whose weakness he felt a passion; 'p'raps she'll get her brother;
or her sister; to e along with her。'

'She has no brother or sister。'

'Niece; nevy; cousin; serwant; young 'ooman; greengrocer。……Dash it!

One or another on 'em;' said the turnkey; repudiating beforehand the
refusal of all his suggestions。

'I fear……I hope it is not against the rules……that she will bring the
children。'

'The children?' said the turnkey。 'And the rules? Why; lord set you
up like a corner pin; we've a reg'lar playground o' children here。
Children! Why we swarm with 'em。 How many a you got?'

'Two;' said the debtor; lifting his irresolute hand to his lip again;
and turning into the prison。

The turnkey followed him with his eyes。 'And you another;' he observed
to himself; 'which makes three on you。 And your wife another; I'll lay
a crown。 Which makes four on you。 And another ing; I'll lay
half…a…crown。 Which'll make five on you。 And I'll go another seven and
sixpence to name which is the helplessest; the unborn baby or you!'

He was right in all his particulars。 She came next day with a little
boy of three years old; and a little girl of two; and he stood entirely
corroborated。

'Got a room now; haven't you?' the turnkey asked the debtor after a week
or two。

'Yes; I have got a very good room。'

'Any little sticks a ing to furnish it?' said the turnkey。

'I expect a few necessary articles of furniture to be delivered by the
carrier; this afternoon。'

'Missis and little 'uns a ing to keep you pany?' asked the
turnkey。

'Why; yes; we think it better that we should not be scattered; even for
a few weeks。'

'Even for a few weeks; OF course;' replied the turnkey。 And he followed
him again with his eyes; and nodded his head seven times when he was
gone。

The affairs of this debtor were perplexed by a partnership; of which he
knew no more than that he had invested money in it; by legal matters
of assignment and settlement; conveyance here and conveyance there;
suspicion of unlawful preference of creditors in this direction; and of
mysterious spiriting away of property in that; and as nobody on the face
of the earth could be more incapable of explaining any single item in
the heap of confusion than the debtor himself; nothing prehensible
could be made of his case。 To question him in detail; and endeavour
to reconcile his answers; to closet him with accountants and sharp
practitioners; learned in the wiles of insolvency and bankruptcy; was
only to put the case out at pound interest and inprehensibility。
The irresolute fingers fluttered more and more ineffectually about the
trembling lip on every such occasion; and the sharpest practitioners
gave him up as a hopeless job。

'Out?' said the turnkey; 'he'll never get out; unless his creditors take
him by the shoulders and shove him out。'

He had been there five or six months; when he came running to this
turnkey one forenoon to tell him; breathless and pale; that his wife was
ill。

'As anybody might a known she would be;' said the turnkey。

'We intended;' he returned; 'that she should go to a country lodging
only to…morrow。 What am I to do! Oh; good heaven; what am I to do!'

'Don't waste your time in clasping your hands and biting your fingers;'
responded the practical turnkey; taking him by the elbow; 'but e
along with me。'

The turnkey conducted him……trembling from head to foot; and constantly
crying under his breath; What was he to do! while his irresolute fingers
bedabbled the tears upon his face……up one of the mon staircases in
the prison to a door on the garret story。 Upon which door the turnkey
knocked with the handle of his key。

'e in!' cried a voice inside。

The turnkey; opening the door; disclosed in a wretched; ill…smelling
little room; two hoarse; puffy; red…faced personages seated at a
rickety table; playing at all…fours; smoking pipes; and drinking brandy。
'Doctor;' said the turnkey; 'here's a gentleman's wife in want of you
without a minute's loss of time!'

The doctor's friend was in the positive degree of hoarseness; puffiness;
red…facedness; all…fours; tobacco; dirt; and brandy; the doctor in
the parative……hoarser; puffier; more red…faced; more all…fourey;
tobaccoer; dirtier; and brandier。 The doctor was amazingly shabby; in
a torn and darned rough…weather sea…jacket; out at elbows and eminently
short of buttons (he had been in his time the experienced surgeon
carried by a passenger ship); the dirtiest white trousers conceivable by
mortal man; carpet slippers; and no visible linen。 'Childbed?' said
the doctor。 'I'm the boy!' With that the doctor took a b from the
chimney…piece and stuck his hair upright……which appeared to be his
way of washing himself……produced a professional chest or case; of most
abject appearance; from the cupboard where his cup and saucer and coals
were; settled his chin in the frowsy wrapper round his neck; and became
a 
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