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‘“But hard ith the chathe my thad heart mutht purthue, While Daphne, thweet Daphne, thtill flieth from my view.”’
Puddock, indeed, had strict notions about rehearsing, and, on occasions like this, assumed managerial airs, and in a very courteous way took the absolute command of Captain Cluffe, who sang till he was purple, and his belts and braces cracked again, not venturing to mutiny狐狸与孩子 , though he grumbled a little aside.
So when Dangerfield passed Cluffe’s lodging again, returning on his way into Chapelizod, the songsters were at it still. And he smiled his pleasant smile once more, and nodded at poor old Cluffe, who this time was very seriously put out, and flushed up quite fiercely, and said, almost in a mutiny —
‘Hang it, Puddock, I believe you’d keep a fellow singing ballads over the street all day. Didn’t you see that cursed fellow,手机坠 Dangerfield, sneering at us — curse him — I suppose he never heard a gentleman sing before; and, by Jove互易中国 , Puddock, you know you do make a fellow go over the same thing so often it’s enough to make a dog laugh.’
A minute after Dangerfield had mounted Sturk’s door-steps, and asked to see the doctor. He was ushered up stairs and into that back drawing-room which we know so well. Sturk rose as he entered.
‘Your most obedient, Mr. Dangerfield,’ said the doctor, with an anxious bow.
‘Good-morning孟达是谁 , Sir,’ said Dangerfield. ‘I’ve got your note, and am here in consequence; what can I do?’
Sturk glanced at the door, to see it was shut南县天气预报 , and then said —
‘Mr. Dangerfield, I’ve recollected a — something.’
‘You have? ho! Well, my good Sir?’
‘You, I know, were acquainted with — with Charles Archer?’
Sturk looked for a moment on the spectacles, and then dropped his eyes.
‘Charles Archer,’ answered Dangerfield promptly, ‘yes, to be sure. But, Charles, you know, got into trouble, and ’tis not an acquaintance you or I can boast of; and, in fact, we must not mention him; and I have long ceased to know anything of him.’
‘But, I’ve just remembered his address; and there’s something about his private history which I very well know, and which gives me a claim upon his kind feeling, and he’s now in a position to do me a material service; and there’s no man living, Mr. Dangerfield, has so powerful an influence with him as yourself. Will you use it in my behalf, and attach me to you by lasting gratitude?’
Sturk looked straight at Dangerfield; and Dangerfield looked at him, quizzically, perhaps a little ashamed, in return; after a short pause —
‘I will,’ said Dangerfield, with a sprightly decision. ‘But, you know, Charles is not a fellow to be trifled with — hey? and we must not mention his name — you understand — or hint where he lives, or anything about him, in short.’
‘That’s plain,’ answered Sturk.
‘You’re going into town, Mrs. Sturk tells me, in Mrs. Strafford’s carriage. Well, when you return this evening, put down in writing what you think Charles can do for you, and I’ll take care he considers it.’
‘I thank you, Sir,’ said Sturk, solemnly.
‘And hark ye夜行义贼 , you’d better go about your business in town — do you see — just as usual; ’twill excite enquiry if you don’t; so you must in this and other things proceed exactly as I direct you,’ said Dangerfield.
‘Exactly, Sir, depend on’t,’ answered Sturk.
‘Good-day,’ said Dangerfield.
‘Adieu,’ said the doctor; and they shook hands, gravely.
On the lobby Dangerfield encountered Mrs. Sturk, and had a few pleasant words with her, patting the bull-heads of the children, and went down stairs smiling and nodding; and Mrs. Sturk popped quietly into the study虫围入侵 , and found her husband leaning on the chimney piece, and swabbing his face with his handkerchief — strangely pale — and looking, as the good lady afterwards said猴娃之谜 , for all the world as if he had seen a ghost.
Chapter 46 The Closet Scene, with the Part of Polonius Omitte
When Magnolia and the major had gone out, each on their several devices, poor Mrs. Macnamara called Biddy, their maid, and told her, in a vehement, wheezy, confidential whisper in her ear, though there was nobody by but themselves, and the door was shut.
‘Biddy, now mind — d’ye see — the lady that came to me in the end of July — do you remember?— in the black satin — you know?— she’ll be here today, and we’re going down together in her coach to Mrs. Nutter’s; but that does not signify. As soon as she comes, bring her in here, into this room — d’ye mind?— and go across that instant minute — d’ye see now?— straight to Dr. Toole, and ask him to send me the peppermint drops he promised me.’
Then she cross-questioned Biddy, to ascertain that she perfectly understood and clearly remembered; and, finally, she promised her half-a-crown if she peformed this very simple commission to her mistress’s satisfaction and held her tongue religiously on the subject. She had apprised Toole the evening before, and now poor ‘Mrs. Mack’s sufferings, she hoped, were about to be brought to a happy termination by the doctor’s ingenuity. She was,泽北荣治 however, very nervous indeed, as the crisis approached; for such a beast as Mary Matchwell at bay was a spectacle to excite a little tremor even in a person of more nerve than fat Mrs. Macnamara.
And what could Mary Matchwell want of a conjuring conference, of all persons in the world何雨婷 , with poor little Mrs. Nutter? Mrs. Mack had done in this respect simply as she was bid. She had indeed no difficulty to persuade Mrs. Nutter to grant the interview. That harmless little giggling creature could not resist the mere mention of a fortune-teller. Only for Nutter梦驼铃原唱, who set his face against this sort of sham witchcraft, she would certainly have asked him to treat her with a glimpse into futurity at that famous-sibyl’s house; and now that she had an opportunity of having the enchantress tête-à-tête in her own snug parlour at the Mills, she was in a delightful fuss of mystery and delight.
Mrs. Mack, indeed, from her own sad experience梅林湖 , felt a misgiving and a pang in introducing the formidable prophetess. But what could she do? She dared not refuse; all she could risk was an anxious hint to poor little Mrs. Nutter, ‘not to be telling her anything, good刘大铭 , bad, or indifferent, but just to ask her what questions she liked, and no more.’ Indeed, poor Mrs. Mack was low and feverish about this assignation心花放粤语 , and would have been more so but for the hope that her Polonius, behind the arras, would bring the woman of Endor to her knees.
All on a sudden she heard the rumble and jingle of a hackney coach, and the clang of the horses’ hoofs pulled up close under her window; her heart bounded and fluttered up to her mouth, and then dropped down like a lump of lead, and she heard a well-known voice talk a few sentences to the coachman, and then in the hall, as she supposed, to Biddy; and so she came into the room, dressed as usual in black, tall, thin, and erect, with a black hood shading her pale face and the mist and chill of night seemed to enter along with her.
It was a great relief to poor Mrs. Mack, that she actually saw Biddy at that moment run across the street toward Toole’s hall-door, and she quickly averted her conscious glance from the light-heeled handmaid.
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