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did, straightway. The moment their backs were turned, little Jacob thawed, and resumed his crying from the point where Quilp had frozen him. The summer-house of which Mr Quilp had spoken was a rugged wooden box, rotten and bare to see, which overhung the rivers mud, and threatened to slide down into it. The tavern to which it belonged was a crazy building, sapped and undermined by the rats, and only upheld by great bars of wood which were reared against its walls, and had propped it up so long that even they were decaying and yielding with their load, and of a windy night might be heard to creak and crack as if the whole fabric were about to come toppling down. The house stoodif anything so old and feeble could be said to standon a piece of waste ground, blighted with the unwholesome smoke of factory chimneys, and echoing the clank of iron wheels and rush of troubled water. Its internal accommodations amply fulfilled the promise of the outside. The rooms were low and damp, the clammy walls were pierced with chinks and holes, the rotten floors had sunk from their level, the very beams started from their places and warned the timid stranger from their neighbourhood. To this inviting spot, entreating him to observe its beauties as they passed along, Mr Quilp led Richard Swiveller, and on the table of the summer-house, scored deep with many a gallows and initial letter, there soon appeared a wooden keg, full of the vaunted liquor. Drawing it off into the glasses with the skill of a practised hand, and mixing it with about a third part of water, Mr Quilp assigned to Richard Swiveller his portion, and lighting his pipe from an end of a candle in a very old and battered lantern, drew himself together upon a seat and puffed away. Is it good? said Quilp, as Richard Swiveller smacked his lips, is it strong and fiery? Does it make you wink, and choke, and your eyes water, and your breath come shortdoes it? Does it? cried Dick, throwing away part of the contents of his glass, and filling it up with water, why, man, you dont mean to tell me that you drink such fire as this? No! rejoined Quilp, Not drink it! Look here. And here. And here again. Not drink it! As he spoke, Daniel Quilp drew off and drank three small glassfuls of the raw spirit, and then with a horrible grimace took a great many pulls at his pipe, and swallowing the smoke, discharged it in a heavy cloud from his nose. This feat accomplished he drew himself together in his former position, and laughed excessively. Give us a toast! cried Quilp, rattling on the table in a dexterous manner with his fist and elbow alternately, in a kind of tune, a woman, a beauty. Lets have a beauty for our toast and empty our glasses to the last drop. Her name, come! If you want a name, said Dick, heres Sophy Wackles. Sophy Wackles, screamed the dwarf, Miss Sophy Wackles that isMrs Richard Swiveller that shall bethat shall beha ha ha! Ah! said Dick, you might have said that a few weeks ago, but it wont do now, my buck. Immolating herself upon the shrine of Cheggs Poison Cheggs, cut Cheggss ears off, rejoined Quilp. I wont hear of Cheggs. Her name is Swiveller or nothing. Ill drink her health again, and her fathers, and her mothers; and to all her sisters and brothersthe glorious family of the Wacklesesall the Wackleses in one glassdown with it to the dregs! Well, said Richard Swiveller, stopping short in the act of raising the glass to his lips and looking at the dwarf in a species of stupor as he flourished his arms and legs about: youre a jolly fellow, but of all the jolly fellows I ever saw or heard of, you have the queerest and most extraordinary way with you, upon my life you have. |
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