bitterly; and once she burst into such a passion of grief, that she
was compelled to lean against the wall for support, while the man
took the child in his arms, and tried to
soothe her.
Mr. Pickwick's heart was really too full to bear it, and he went
upstairs to bed.
Now, although the warder's room was a very
uncomfortableone (being, in every point of decoration and
convenience, several
hundred degrees
inferior to the common infirmary of a county
jail), it had at present the merit of being wholly deserted save by
Mr. Pickwick himself. So, he sat down at the foot of his little iron
bedstead, and began to wonder how much a year the warder made
out of the dirty room. Having satisfied himself, by
mathematicalcalculation, that the apartment was about equal in annual value to
the freehold of a small street in the suburbs of London, he took to
wondering what possible
temptation could have induced a dingy-
looking fly that was crawling over his pantaloons, to come into a
close prison, when he had the choice of so many airy situations―a
course of
meditation which led him to the
irresistible conclusion
that the insect was
insane. After settling this point, he began to be
conscious that he was getting
sleepy;
whereupon he took his
nightcap out of the pocket in which he had had the
precaution to
stow it in the morning, and,
leisurely undressing himself, got into
bed and fell asleep.
'Bravo! Heel over toe―cut and shuffle―pay away at it, Zephyr!
I'm smothered if the opera house isn't your proper
hemisphere.
Keep it up! Hooray!' These expressions, delivered in a most
boisterous tone, and accompanied with loud peals of laughter,
roused Mr. Pickwick from one of those sound slumbers which,
lasting in reality some
half-hour, seem to the
sleeper to have been
protracted for three weeks or a month.
The voice had no sooner ceased than the room was shaken with
such violence that the windows rattled in their frames, and the
bedsteads trembled again. Mr. Pickwick started up, and remained
for some minutes fixed in mute astonishment at the scene before
him.
On the floor of the room, a man in a broad-skirted green coat,
with corduroy knee-smalls and grey cotton stockings, was
performing the most popular steps of a hornpipe, with a slang and
burlesque caricature of grace and lightness, which, combined with
the very
appropriate character of his costume, was inexpressibly
absurd. Another man, evidently very drunk, who had probably
been tumbled into bed by his companions, was sitting up between
the sheets, warbling as much as he could
recollect of a comic song,
with the most
intenselysentimental feeling and expression; while
a third, seated on one of the bedsteads, was applauding both
performers with the air of a
profound connoisseur, and
encouraging them by such ebullitions of feeling as had already
roused Mr. Pickwick from his sleep.
This last man was an
admirablespecimen of a class of
gentrywhich never can be seen in full
perfection but in such places―they
may be met with, in an
imperfect state, occasionally about stable-
yards and Public-houses; but they never attain their full bloom
except in these hot-beds, which would almost seem to be
considerately provided by the
legislature for the sole purpose of
rearing them.
He was a tall fellow, with an olive
complexion, long dark hair,
and very thick bushy whiskers meeting under his chin. He wore
no neckerchief, as he had been playing rackets all day, and his
Open shirt collar displayed their full luxuriance. On his head he
wore one of the common eighteenpenny French skull-caps, with a
gaudy
tassel dangling therefrom, very happily in keeping with a
common fustian coat. His legs, which, being long, were afflicted
with weakness, graced a pair of Oxford-mixture trousers, made to
show the full symmetry of those limbs. Being somewhat
negligently braced, however, and, moreover, but im
perfectlybuttoned, they fell in a series of not the most graceful folds over a
pair of shoes sufficiently down at heel to display a pair of very
soiled white stockings. There was a rakish,
vagabond smartness,
and a kind of boastful rascality, about the whole man, that was
worth a mine of gold.
This figure was the first to perceive that Mr. Pickwick was
looking on; upon which he winked to the Zephyr, and entreated
him, with mock
gravity, not to wake the gentleman. 'Why, bless
the gentleman's honest heart and soul!' said the Zephyr, turning
round and affecting the
extremity of surprise; 'the gentleman is
awake. Hem, Shakespeare! How do you do, sir? How is Mary and
Sarah, sir? and the dear old lady at home, sir? Will you have the
kindness to put my
compliments into the first little parcel you're
sending that way, sir, and say that I would have sent 'em before,
only I was afraid they might be broken in the wagon, sir?'
'Don't
overwhelm the gentlemen with ordinary civilities when
you see he's anxious to have something to drink,' said the
gentleman with the whiskers, with a jocose air. 'Why don't you ask
the gentleman what he'll take?'
'Dear me, I quite forgot,' replied the other. 'What will you take,
sir? Will you take port wine, sir, or sherry wine, sir? I can
recommend the ale, sir; or perhaps you'd like to taste the
porter,
sir? Allow me to have the
felicity of
hanging up your nightcap, sir.'
With this, the speaker snatched that article of dress from Mr.
Pickwick's head, and fixed it in a twinkling on that of the drunken
man, who, firmly impressed with the belief that he was delighting
a numerous assembly, continued to hammer away at the comic
song in the most
melancholy strains imaginable.
Taking a man's nightcap from his brow by violent means, and
adjusting it on the head of an unknown gentleman, of dirty
exterior, however
ingenious a witticism in itself, is
unquestionablyone of those which come under the
denomination of practical
jokes. Viewing the matter
precisely in this light, Mr. Pickwick,
without the slightest intimation of his purpose, sprang
vigorouslyout of bed, struck the Zephyr so smart a blow in the chest as to
deprive him of a considerable portion of the
commodity which
sometimes bears his name, and then, recapturing his nightcap,
boldly placed himself in an attitude of defence.
'Now,' said Mr. Pickwick, gasping no less from excitement than
from the
expenditure of so much energy, 'come on―both of you―
both of you!' With this liberal invitation the worthy gentleman
communicated a revolving
motion to his clenched fists, by way of
appalling his antagonists with a display of science.
It might have been Mr. Pickwick's very
unexpected gallantry,
or it might have been the complicated manner in which he had got
himself out of bed, and fallen all in a mass upon the hornpipe man,
that touched his adversaries. Touched they were; for, instead of
then and there making an attempt to commit man-slaughter, as
Mr. Pickwick implicitly believed they would have done, they
paused, stared at each other a short time, and finally laughed
outright.
'Well, you're a trump, and I like you all the better for it,' said the
Zephyr. 'Now jump into bed again, or you'll catch the rheumatics.
No
malice, I hope?' said the man, extending a hand the size of the
yellow clump of fingers which sometimes swings over a glover's
door.
'Certainly not,' said Mr. Pickwick, with great alacrity; for, now
that the excitement was over, he began to feel rather cool about
the legs.
'Allow me the honour,' said the gentleman with the whiskers,
presenting his dexter hand, and aspirating the h.
'With much pleasure, sir,' said Mr. Pickwick; and having
executed a very long and solemn shake, he got into bed again.
'My name is Smangle, sir,' said the man with the whiskers.
'Oh,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Mine is Mivins,' said the man in the stockings.
'I am
delighted to hear it, sir,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Hem,' coughed Mr. Smangle.
'Did you speak, sir?' said Mr. Pickwick.
'No, I did not, sir,' said Mr. Smangle.
All this was very
genteel and pleasant; and, to make matters
still more comfortable, Mr. Smangle
assured Mr. Pickwick a great
many more times that he entertained a very high respect for the
feelings of a gentleman; which sentiment, indeed, did him
infinitecredit, as he could be in no wise supposed to understand them.
'Are you going through the court, sir?' inquired Mr. Smangle.
'Through the what?' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Through the court―Portugal Street―the Court for Relief of―
You know.'
'Oh, no,' replied Mr. Pickwick. 'No, I am not.'
'Going out, perhaps?' suggested Mr. Mivins.
'I fear not,' replied Mr. Pickwick. 'I refuse to pay some damages,
and am here in consequence.'
'Ah,' said Mr. Smangle, 'paper has been my ruin.'
'A stationer, I
presume, sir?' said Mr. Pickwick
innocently.
'Stationer! No, no;
confound and curse me! Not so low as that.
No trade. When I say paper, I mean bills.'
'Oh, you use the word in that sense. I see,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Damme! A gentleman must expect reverses,' said Smangle. 'What
of that? Here am I in the Fleet Prison. Well; good. What then? I'm
none the worse for that, am I?'
'Not a bit,' replied Mr. Mivins. And he was quite right; for, so far
from Mr. Smangle being any the worse for it, he was something
the better,
inasmuch as to qualify himself for the place, he had
attained gratuitous possession of certain articles of jewellery,
which, long before that, had found their way to the pawnbroker's.
'Well; but come,' said Mr. Smangle; 'this is dry work. Let's rinse
our mouths with a drop of burnt sherry; the last-comer shall stand
it, Mivins shall fetch it, and I'll help to drink it. That's a fair and
gentlemanlike division of labour, anyhow. Curse me!'
Unwilling to
hazard another quarrel, Mr. Pickwick
gladlyassented to the
proposition, and consigned the money to Mr.
Mivins, who, as it was nearly eleven o'clock, lost no time in
repairing to the coffee-room on his errand.
'I say,' whispered Smangle, the moment his friend had left the
room; 'what did you give him?'
'Half a sovereign,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'He's a
devilish pleasant gentlemanly dog,' said Mr. Smangle;―
'infernal pleasant. I don't know anybody more so; but―' Here Mr.
Smangle stopped short, and shook his head dubiously.
'You don't think there is any
probability of his appropriating
the money to his own use?' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Oh, no! Mind, I don't say that; I
expressly say that he's a
devilish gentlemanly fellow,' said Mr. Smangle. 'But I think,
perhaps, if somebody went down, just to see that he didn't dip his
beak into the jug by accident, or make some
confounded mistake
in losing the money as he came
upstairs, it would be as well. Here,
you sir, just run downstairs, and look after that gentleman, will
you?'
This request was addressed to a little timid-looking, nervous
man, whose appearance bespoke great poverty, and who had been
crouching on his bedstead all this while,
apparently stupefied by
the
novelty of his situation.
'You know where the coffee-room is,' said Smangle; 'just run
down, and tell that gentleman you've come to help him up with the
jug. Or―stop―I'll tell you what―I'll tell you how we'll do him,'
said Smangle, with a cunning look.
'How?' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Send down word that he's to spend the change in cigars.
Capital thought. Run and tell him that; d'ye hear? They shan't be
wasted,' continued Smangle, turning to Mr. Pickwick. 'I'll smoke
'em.'
This manoeuvring was so
exceedinglyingenious and,
withal,
performed with such
immovablecomposure and
coolness, that Mr.
Pickwick would have had no wish to disturb it, even if he had had
the power. In a short time Mr. Mivins returned,
bearing the
sherry, which Mr. Smangle dispensed in two little
cracked mugs;
considerately remarking, with reference to himself, that a
gentleman must not be particular under such circumstances, and
that, for his part, he was not too proud to drink out of the jug. In
which, to show his
sincerity, he
forthwith pledged the company in
a
draught which half emptied it.
An excellent understanding having been by these means
promoted, Mr. Smangle proceeded to entertain his hearers with a
relation of
divers romantic adventures in which he had been from
time to time engaged, involving various interesting anecdotes of a
thoroughbred horse, and a magnificent Jewess, both of surpassing
beauty, and much coveted by the
nobility and
gentry of these
kingdoms.
Long before these
elegant extracts from the
biography of a
gentleman were concluded, Mr. Mivins had betaken himself to
bed, and had set in snoring for the night, leaving the timid
stranger and Mr. Pickwick to the full benefit of Mr. Smangle's
experiences.
Nor were the two last-named gentlemen as much edified as
they might have been by the moving passages narrated. Mr.
Pickwick had been in a state of slumber for some time, when he
had a faint
perception of the drunken man bursting out afresh
with the comic song, and receiving from Mr. Smangle a gentle
intimation, through the medium of the water-jug, that his
audience was not musically disposed. Mr. Pickwick then once
again dropped off to sleep, with a confused
consciousness that Mr.
Smangle was still engaged in relating a long story, the chief point
of which appeared to be that, on some occasion particularly stated
and set forth, he had 'done' a bill and a gentleman at the same
time.
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- filthy [´filθi] a.污秽的,肮脏的 四级词汇
- staircase [´steəkeis] n.楼梯 =stairway 四级词汇
- indignant [in´dignənt] a.义愤的,愤慨的 四级词汇
- advisable [əd´vaizəbl] a.合适的,得当的 六级词汇
- sundry [´sʌndri] a.各式各样的,各式的 四级词汇
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- inviting [in´vaitiŋ] a.动人的 六级词汇
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- triumphantly [trai´ʌmfəntli] ad.胜利地;洋洋得意地 四级词汇
- placid [´plæsid] a.平静的;温和的 四级词汇
- narcotic [nɑ:´kɔtik] n.麻醉剂 a.麻醉性的 六级词汇
- formality [fɔ:´mæliti] n.形式;礼仪;拘谨 四级词汇
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- tallow [´tæləu] n.脂,兽脂 六级词汇
- tattered [´tætəd] a.(衣服等)破烂的 四级词汇
- hundredth [´hʌndridθ] num.第一百(个) 六级词汇
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- wardrobe [´wɔ:drəub] n.衣柜;全部服装 四级词汇
- reluctance [ri´lʌktəns] n.不愿;勉强 六级词汇
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- meditation [,medi´teiʃən] n.熟虑;默想 四级词汇
- irresistible [,iri´zistəbəl] a.不可抵抗的 四级词汇
- whereupon [,weərə´pɔn] ad.在什么上面;因此 四级词汇
- leisurely [´leʒəli] a.从容地,慢慢地 四级词汇
- hemisphere [´hemisfiə] n.半球;范围,领域 四级词汇
- boisterous [´bɔistərəs] a.狂暴的;吵闹的 六级词汇
- half-hour [´hɑ:f-auə] n.&a.(每)三十分钟的 六级词汇
- sleeper [´sli:pə] n.睡眠者;(铁路)枕木 六级词汇
- burlesque [bə:´lesk] n.&a.滑稽戏(的) 六级词汇
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- sentimental [,senti´mentl] a.感伤的;多愁善感的 四级词汇
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- imperfect [im´pə:fikt] a.不完全的;未完成的 四级词汇
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- tassel [´tæsəl] n.垂花 v.(使)抽穗 六级词汇
- vagabond [´vægəbɔnd] n.流浪者 a.流浪的 四级词汇
- felicity [fi´lisiti] n.幸福;(措词)适当 六级词汇
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 六级词汇
- exterior [ik´stiəriə] n.&a.外表(的) 四级词汇
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- vigorously [´vigərəsli] ad.精力旺盛地;健壮地 四级词汇
- appalling [ə´pɔ:liŋ] a.令人震惊的 四级词汇
- delighted [di´laitid] a.高兴的;喜欢的 四级词汇
- genteel [dʒen´ti:l] a.有教养的;文雅的 六级词汇
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- unwilling [ʌn´wiliŋ] a.不愿意的;不情愿的 四级词汇
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- perception [pə´sepʃən] n.感觉;概念;理解力 四级词汇