书城公版Lavengro
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第83章

The sinister glance-Excellent correspondent-Quite original-My system-A losing trade-Merit-Starting a Review-What have you got?-Stop!-DAIRYMAN'S DAUGHTER-Oxford principles-More conversation-How is this?

THERE were two individuals in the room in which I now found myself;it was a small study,surrounded with bookcases,the window looking out upon the square.Of these individuals he who appeared to be the principal stood with his back to the fireplace.He was a tall stout man,about sixty,dressed in a loose morning gown.The expression of his countenance would have been bluff but for a certain sinister glance,and his complexion might have been called rubicund but for a considerable tinge of bilious yellow.He eyed me askance as I entered.The other,a pale,shrivelled-looking person,sat at a table apparently engaged with an account-book;he took no manner of notice of me,never once lifting his eyes from the page before him.

'Well,sir,what is your pleasure?'said the big man,in a rough tone,as I stood there,looking at him wistfully-as well I might-for upon that man,at the time of which I am speaking,my principal,I may say my only,hopes rested.

'Sir,'said I,'my name is so-and-so,and I am the bearer of a letter to you from Mr.so-and-so,an old friend and correspondent of yours.'

The countenance of the big man instantly lost the suspicious and lowering expression which it had hitherto exhibited;he strode forward,and,seizing me by the hand,gave me a violent squeeze.

'My dear sir,'said he,'I am rejoiced to see you in London.I have been long anxious for the pleasure-we are old friends,though we have never before met.Taggart,'said he to the man who sat at the desk,'this is our excellent correspondent,the friend and pupil of our other excellent correspondent.'

The pale,shrivelled-looking man slowly and deliberately raised his head from the account-book,and surveyed me for a moment or two;not the slightest emotion was observable in his countenance.It appeared to me,however,that I could detect a droll twinkle in his eye:his curiosity,if he had any,was soon gratified;he made me a kind of bow,pulled out a snuff-box,took a pinch of snuff,and again bent his head over the page.

'And now,my dear sir,'said the big man,'pray sit down,and tell me the cause of your visit.I hope you intend to remain here a day or two.'

'More than that,'said I,'I am come to take up my abode in London.'

'Glad to hear it;and what have you been about of late?got anything which will suit me?Sir,I admire your style of writing,and your manner of thinking;and I am much obliged to my good friend and correspondent for sending me some of your productions.

I inserted them all,and wished there had been more of them-quite original,sir,quite:took with the public,especially the essay about the non-existence of anything.I don't exactly agree with you though;I have my own peculiar ideas about matter-as you know,of course,from the book I have published.Nevertheless,a very pretty piece of speculative philosophy-no such thing as matter-impossible that there should be-EX NIHILO-what is the Greek?I have forgot-very pretty indeed;very original.'

'I am afraid,sir,it was very wrong to write such trash,and yet more to allow it to be published.'

'Trash!not at all;a very pretty piece of speculative philosophy;of course you were wrong in saying there is no world.The world must exist,to have the shape of a pear;and that the world is shaped like a pear,and not like an apple,as the fools of Oxford say,I have satisfactorily proved in my book.Now,if there were no world,what would become of my system?But what do you propose to do in London?'

'Here is the letter,sir,'said I,'of our good friend,which I have not yet given to you;I believe it will explain to you the circumstances under which I come.'

He took the letter,and perused it with attention.'Hem!'said he,with a somewhat altered manner,'my friend tells me that you are come up to London with the view of turning your literary talents to account,and desires me to assist you in my capacity of publisher in bringing forth two or three works which you have prepared.My good friend is perhaps not aware that for some time past I have given up publishing-was obliged to do so-had many severe losses-do nothing at present in that line,save sending out the Magazine once a month;and,between ourselves,am thinking of disposing of that-wish to retire-high time at my age-so you see-'

'I am very sorry,sir,to hear that you cannot assist me'(and I remember that I felt very nervous);'I had hoped-'

'A losing trade,I assure you,sir;literature is a drug.Taggart,what o'clock is?'

'Well,sir!'said I,rising,'as you cannot assist me,I will now take my leave;I thank you sincerely for your kind reception,and will trouble you no longer.'

'Oh,don't go.I wish to have some further conversation with you;and perhaps I may hit upon some plan to benefit you.I honour merit,and always make a point to encourage it when I can;but-Taggart,go to the bank,and tell them to dishonour the bill twelve months after date for thirty pounds which becomes due to-morrow.Iam dissatisfied with that fellow who wrote the fairy tales,and intend to give him all the trouble in my power.Make haste.'

Taggart did not appear to be in any particular haste.First of all,he took a pinch of snuff,then,rising from his chair,slowly and deliberately drew his wig,for he wore a wig of a brown colour,rather more over his forehead than it had previously been,buttoned his coat,and,taking his hat,and an umbrella which stood in a corner,made me a low bow,and quitted the room.

'Well,sir,where were we?Oh,I remember,we were talking about merit.Sir,I always wish to encourage merit,especially when it comes so highly recommended as in the present instance.Sir,my good friend and correspondent speaks of you in the highest terms.