书城公版THE PICKWICK PAPERS
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第78章

"Morning aroused Tom from the lethargic slumber, into which he had fallen on the disappearance of the old man.He sat up in bed, and for some minutes vainly endeavoured to recall the events of the preceding night.Suddenly they rushed upon him.He looked at the chair; it was a fantastic and grim-looking piece of furniture, certainly, but it must have been a remarkably ingenious and lively imagination, that could have discovered any resemblance between it and an old man.

"`How are you, old boy?' said Tom.He was bolder in the daylight--most men are.

"The chair remained motionless, and spoke not a word.

"`Miserable morning,' said Tom.No.The chair would not be drawn into conversation.

"`Which press did you point to?--you can tell me that,' said Tom.Devil a word, gentlemen, the chair would say.

"`It's not much trouble to open it, anyhow,' said Tom, getting out of bed very deliberately.He walked up to one of the presses.The key was in the lock; he turned it, and opened the door.There was a pair of trousers there.He put his hand into the pocket, and drew forth the identical letter the old gentleman had described!

"`Queer sort of thing, this,' said Tom Smart; looking first at the chair and then at the press, and then at the letter, and then at the chair again.

`Very queer,' said Tom.But, as there was nothing in either, to lessen the queerness, he thought he might as well dress himself, and settle the tall man's business at once--just to put him out of his misery.

"Tom surveyed the rooms he passed through, on his way down-stairs, with the scrutinising eye of a landlord; thinking it not impossible, that before long, they and their contents would be his property.The tall man was standing in the snug little bar, with his hands behind him, quite at home.He grinned vacantly at Tom.A casual observer might have supposed he did it, only to show his white teeth; but Tom Smart thought that a consciousness of triumph was passing through the place where the tall man's mind would have been, if he had had any.Tom laughed in his face; and summoned the landlady.

"`Good morning, ma'am,' said Tom Smart, closing the door of the little parlour as the widow entered.

"`Good morning, sir,' said the widow.`What will you take for breakfast, sir?'

"Tom was thinking how he should open the case, so he made no answer.

"`There's a very nice ham,' said the widow, `and a beautiful cold larded fowl.Shall I send 'em in, sir?'

"These words roused Tom from his reflections.His admiration of the widow increased as she spoke.Thoughtful creature! Comfortable provider!

"`Who is that gentleman in the bar, ma'am?' inquired Tom.

"`His name is Jinkins, sir,' said the widow, slightly blushing.

"`He's a tall man,' said Tom.

"`He is a very fine man, sir,' replied the widow, `and a very nice gentleman.'

"`Ah!' said Tom.

"`Is there anything more you want, sir?' inquired the widow, rather puzzled by Tom's manner.

"`Why, yes,' said Tom.`My dear ma'am, will you have the kindness to sit down for one moment?'

"The widow looked much amazed, but she sat down, and Tom sat down too, close beside her.I don't know how it happened, gentlemen--indeed my uncle used to tell me that Tom Smart said he didn't know how it happened either--but somehow or other the palm of Tom's hand fell upon the back of the widow's hand, and remained there while he spoke.

"`My dear ma'am,' said Tom Smart--he had always a great notion of committing the amiable--`My dear ma'am, you deserve a very excellent husband;--you do indeed.'

"`Lor', sir!' said the widow--as well she might: Tom's mode of commencing the conversation being rather unusual, not to say startling; the fact of his never having set eyes upon her before the previous night, being taken into consideration.`Lor', sir!'

"`I scorn to flatter, my dear ma'am,' said Tom Smart.`You deserve a very admirable husband, and whoever he is, he'll be a very lucky man.'

As Tom said this his eye involuntarily wandered from the widow's face, to the comforts around him.

"The widow looked more puzzled than ever, and made an effort to rise.

Tom gently pressed her hand, as if to detain her, and she kept her seat, Widows, gentlemen, are not usually timorous, as my uncle used to say.

"`I am sure I am very much obliged to you, sir, for your good opinion,'

said the buxom landlady, half laughing; `and if ever I marry again--'