第 4 节
作者:恐龙王      更新:2022-11-23 12:10      字数:9322
  s of men came out of it。 Consequently another drawer; and two porters; and several maids and the landlady; were all loitering by accident at various points of the road between the Concord and the coffee…room; when a gentle…man of sixty; formally dressed in a brown suit of clothes; pretty well worn; but very well kept; with large square cuffs and large flaps to the pockets; passed along on his way to his breakfast。
  The coffee…room had no other occupant; that forenoon; than the gentleman in brown。 His breakfast…table was drawn before the fire; and as he sat; with its light shining on him; waiting for the meal; he sat so still; that he might have been sitting for his portrait。
  Very orderly and methodical he looked; with a hand on each knee; and a loud watch ticking a sonorous sermon under his flapped waistcoat; as though it pitted its gravity and longevity against the levity and evanescence of the brisk fire。 He had a good leg; and was a little vain of it; for his brown stockings fitted sleek and close; and were of a fine texture; his shoes and buckles; too; though plain; were trim。 He wore an odd little sleek crisp flaxen wig; setting very close to his head: which wig; it is to be presumed; was made of hair; but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass。 His linen; though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings; was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach; or the specks of sail that glinted in the sunlight far at sea。 A face habitually suppressed and quieted; was still lighted up under the quaint wig by a pair of moist bright eyes that it must have cost their owner; in years gone by; some pains to drill to the composed and reserved expression of Tellson's Bank。 He had a healthy colour in his cheeks; and his face; though lined; bore few traces of anxiety。 But; perhaps the confidential bachelor clerks in Tellson's Bank were principally occupied with the cares of other people; and perhaps second…hand cares; like second…hand clothes; come easily off and on。
  Completing his resemblance to a man who was sitting for his portrait; Mr。 Lorry dropped off to sleep。 The arrival of his breakfast roused him; and he said to the drawer; as he moved his chair to it:
  ‘I wish accommodation prepared for a young lady who may come here at any time to…day。 She may ask for Mr。 Jarvis Lorry; or she may only ask for a gentleman from Tellson's Bank。 Please to let me know。
  ‘Yes; sir。 Tellson's Bank in London; sir?'
  ‘Yes。'
  ‘Yes; sir。 We have often times the honour to entertain your gentlemen in their travelling backwards and forwards betwixt London and Paris; sir。 A vast deal of travelling; sir; in Tellson and Company's House。'
  ‘Yes。 We are quite a French House; as well as an English one。'
  ‘Yes; sir。 Not much in the habit of such travelling your…self; I think; sir?'
  ‘Not of late years。 It is fifteen years since wesince Icame last from France。'
  ‘Indeed; sir? That was before my time here; sir。 Before our people's time here; sir。 The George was in other hands at that time; sir。'
  ‘I believe so。'
  ‘But I would hold a pretty wager; sir; that a House like Tellson and Company was flourishing; a matter of fifty; not to speak of fifteen years ago?'
  ‘You might treble that; and say a hundred and fifty; yet not be far from the truth。'
  ‘Indeed; sir!'
  Rounding his mouth and both his eyes; as he stepped backward from the table; the waiter shifted his napkin from his…right arm to his left; dropped into a comfortable attitude; and stood surveying the guest while he ate and drank; as from an observatory or watch…tower。 According to the immemorial usage of waiters in all ages。
  When Mr。 Lorry had finished his breakfast; he went out for a stroll on the beach。 The little narrow; crooked town of Dover hid itself away from the beach; and ran its head into the chalk cliffs; like a marine ostrich。 The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumbling wildly about; and the sea did what it liked; and what it liked was destruction。 It thundered at the town; and thundered at the cliffs; and brought the coast down; madly。 The air among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it; as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea。 A little fishing was done in the port; and a quantity of strolling about by night; and looking seaward: particularly at those times when the tide made; and was near flood。 Small tradesmen; who did no business whatever; sometimes unaccountably realised large fortunes; and it was remarkable that nobody in the neighbourhood could endure a lamplighter。
  As the day declined into the afternoon; and the air; which had been at intervals clear enough to allow the French coast to be seen; became again charged with mist and vapour; Mr。 Lorry's thoughts seemed to cloud too。 When dark; and he sat before the coffee…room fire; awaiting his dinner as he had awaited his breakfast; his mind was digging; digging; digging; in the live red coals。
  A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm; otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work。 Mr。 Lorry had been idle a lo and had just poured out his last glassful of wine complete an appearance of satisfaction as is ever to be found in an elderly gentleman of a fresh complexion who has got to the end of a bottle; when a rattling of wheels came up the narrow street; and rumbled into the inn…yard。
  He set down his glass untouched。 ‘This is Mam'selle!' said he。
  In a very few minutes the waiter came in to announce that Miss Manette had arrived from London; and〃; happy to see the gentleman from Tellson's。
  ‘So soon?'
  Miss Manette had taken some refreshment on the road; and required none then; and was extremely anxious to see the gentleman from Tellson's immediately; if it suited his pleasure and convenience。
  The gentleman from Tellson's had nothing left for it but to empty his glass with an air of stolid desperation; settle his odd little flaxen wig at the ears; and follow the waiter to Miss Manette's apartment。 It was a large; dark room; furnished in a funereal manner with black horsehair; and loaded with heavy dark tables。 These had been oiled; until the two tall candles on the table in the of the room were gloomily reflected on every leaf; were buried; in deep graves of black mahogany; and to speak of could be expected from them until the dug out。
  The obscurity was so difficult to penetrate that Mr Lorry; picking his way over the well…worn Turkey carpet; supposed Miss Manette to be; for the moment; in some adjacent room; until; having got past the two tall candles; he saw to receive him by the table between them and the young lady of not more than seventeen; in a riding…cloak; and still holding her straw travelling…hat by its ribbon in her hand。 As his eyes rested on a short; slight; pretty figure; a quantity of golden hair; a pair of blue eyes that met his own with an inquiring look; and a forehead with a singular capacity (remembering how young and smooth it was of lifting and knitting itself into an expression that was not quite one of perplexity; or wonder; or alarm or merely of a bright fixed attention; though is included all the four expressionsas his eyes rested on these things; a sudden vivid likeness passed before him; of a child whom he had held in his arms on the passage across that very Channel; one cold time; when the hail drifted heavily and the sea ran high。 The likeness passed away; like a breath along the surface of the gaunt pier…glass behind her; on the frame of which; a hospital procession of negro cupids; several head…less and all cripples; were offering black baskets of Dead Sea fruit to black divinities of the feminine genderand he made his formal bow to Miss Manette。
  ‘Pray take a seat; sir。' In a very clear and pleasant young voice; a little foreign in its accent; but a very little indeed。
  ‘I kiss your hand; miss;' said Mr。 Lorry; with the manners of an earlier date; as he made his formal bow again; and took his seat。
  ‘I received a letter from the Bank; sir; yesterday; informing me that some intelligenceor discovery…
  ‘The word is not material; miss; either word will do。'
  ‘respecting the small property of my poor father; whom I never sawso long dead…'
  Mr。 Lorry moved in his chair; and cast a troubled look towards the hospital procession of negro cupids。 As if they had any help for anybody in their absurd baskets!
  ‘rendered it necessary that I should go to Paris; there to communicate with a gentleman of the Bank; so good as to be despatched to Paris for the purpose。'
  ‘Myself'
  ‘As I was prepared to hear; sir。'
  She curtseyed to him (young ladies made curtseys in those days); with a pretty desire to convey to him that she felt how much older and wiser he was than she。 He made her another bow。
  ‘I replied to the Bank; sir; that as it was considered necessary; by those who know; and who are so kind as to advise me; that I should go to France; and that as I am an orphan and have no friend who could go with me; I should esteem it highly if I might be permitted to place myself; during the journey; under that worthy gentleman's protection。 The ge