OF JINGLE1 IS CONTINUED. MR. PICKWICK MAKES
A STRANGE CALL ON A MIDDLE-AGED2
LADY IN YELLOW
CURL PAPERS
Having arranged this matter in London, master and servant sat one evening in a public house when Sam recognized in a stout3 man with his face buried in a quart pot, his own father, old Tony Weller, the stage-coach driver, and with great affection introduced him to Mr. Pickwick.
"How's mother-in-law?" asked Sam.
The elder Mr. Weller shook his head as he replied, "I've done it once too often, Samivel. Take example by your father, my boy, and be very careful o' widders, 'specially4 if they've kept a public house."
Mrs. Weller the second, indeed, was the proprietress of a public house. To a shrill5 voice and a complaining disposition6 she added a dismal7 sort of piety8 which showed itself in much going to meeting, in considering her husband a lost and sinful wretch9 and in the entertaining of a prim-faced, red-nosed, rusty10 old hypocrite of a preacher who[Pg 231] sat by her fireside every evening consuming quantities of toast and pineapple rum, and groaning11 at the depravity of her husband, who declined to give money to the preacher's society for sending flannel12 waistcoats and colored handkerchiefs to the infant negroes of the West Indies. As may be imagined, Sam's father led a sorry life at home.
The meeting with the elder Weller proved a fortunate one, for when Sam told of their experiences with Jingle and Job Trotter, his father declared that he himself had driven the pair to the town of Ipswich, where they were then living. Nothing would satisfy Mr. Pickwick, when he heard this, but pursuit, and he and Sam set out next morning by coach, Mr. Pickwick having written to the other Pickwickians to follow him.
On the coach was a red-haired man with an inquisitive13 nose and blue spectacles, whose name was Mr. Peter Magnus, and with whom (since they stopped at the same inn) Mr. Pickwick dined on his arrival. Mr. Magnus, before they parted for the night, grew confidential14 and informed him that he had come there to propose to a lady who was in the inn at that very moment.
For some time after he retired15, Mr. Pickwick sat in his bedroom thinking. At length he rose to undress, when he remembered he had left his watch down stairs, and taking a candle he went to get it. He found it easily, but to retrace16 his steps proved more difficult. A dozen doors he thought his own,[Pg 232] and a dozen times he turned a door-knob only to hear a gruff voice within. At last he found what he thought was his own room, the door ajar. The wind had blown out his candle, but the fire was bright, and Mr. Pickwick, as he retired behind the bed curtains to undress, smiled till he almost cracked his nightcap strings17 as he thought of his wanderings.
Suddenly the smile faded—some one had entered the room and locked the door. "Robbers!" thought Mr. Pickwick. He peered out between the curtains and almost fainted with horror. Standing18 before the mirror was a middle-aged lady in yellow curl papers, brushing her back-hair.
"Bless my soul!" thought Mr. Pickwick. "I must be in the wrong room. This is fearful!"
He waited a while, then coughed, first gently, then more loudly.
"Gracious Heaven!" said the middle-aged lady. "What's that?"
"It's—it's only a gentleman, ma'am," said Mr. Pickwick.
"A strange man!" exclaimed the lady with a terrific scream.
Mr. Pickwick put out his head in desperation.
"Wretch!" she said, covering her face with her hands. "What do you want here?"
"Nothing, ma'am—nothing whatever, ma'am," said Mr. Pickwick earnestly. "I am almost ready[Pg 233] to sink, ma'am, beneath the confusion of addressing a lady in my nightcap (here the lady snatched off hers) but I can't get it off, ma'am! (here Mr. Pickwick gave it a tremendous tug). It is evident to me now that I have mistaken this bedroom for my own."
"If this be true," said the lady sobbing19 violently, "you will leave it instantly."
"Certainly, ma'am," answered Mr. Pickwick appearing, "I—I—am very sorry, ma'am."
The lady pointed20 to the door. With his hat on over his nightcap, his shoes in his hand and his coat over his arm, Mr. Pickwick opened the door, dropping both shoes with a crash. "I trust, ma'am," he resumed, bowing very low, "that my unblemished character—" but before he could finish the sentence the lady had thrust him into the hall and bolted the door.
Luckily Mr. Pickwick met, coming along the corridor, the faithful Sam Weller who took him safely to his room.
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1 jingle | |
n.叮当声,韵律简单的诗句;v.使叮当作响,叮当响,押韵 | |
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2 middle-aged | |
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4 specially | |
adv.特定地;特殊地;明确地 | |
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5 shrill | |
adj.尖声的;刺耳的;v尖叫 | |
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n.性情,性格;意向,倾向;排列,部署 | |
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11 groaning | |
adj. 呜咽的, 呻吟的 动词groan的现在分词形式 | |
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12 flannel | |
n.法兰绒;法兰绒衣服 | |
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13 inquisitive | |
adj.求知欲强的,好奇的,好寻根究底的 | |
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