登陆注册
14727200000153

第153章

He dismissed her, and she glided out of the room. But she remained before me, as plainly as if she were still there. I looked at those hands, I looked at those eyes, I looked at that flowing hair; and I compared them with other hands, other eyes, other hair, that I knew of, and with what those might be after twenty years of a brutal husband and a stormy life. I looked again at those hands and eyes of the housekeeper, and thought of the inexplicable feeling that had come over me when I last walked - not alone - in the ruined garden, and through the deserted brewery. I thought how the same feeling had come back when I saw a face looking at me, and a hand waving to me, from a stage-coach window; and how it had come back again and had flashed about me like Lightning, when I had passed in a carriage - not alone -through a sudden glare of light in a dark street. I thought how one link of association had helped that identification in the theatre, and how such a link, wanting before, had been riveted for me now, when I had passed by a chance swift from Estella's name to the fingers with their knitting action, and the attentive eyes. And I felt absolutely certain that this woman was Estella's mother.

Mr Jaggers had seen me with Estella, and was not likely to have missed the sentiments I had been at no pains to conceal. He nodded when I said the subject was painful to me, clapped me on the back, put round the wine again, and went on with his dinner.

Only twice more, did the housekeeper reappear, and then her stay in the room was very short, and Mr Jaggers was sharp with her. But her hands were Estella's hands, and her eyes were Estella's eyes, and if she had reappeared a hundred times I could have been neither more sure nor less sure that my conviction was the truth.

It was a dull evening, for Wemmick drew his wine when it came round, quite as a matter of business - just as he might have drawn his salary when that came round - and with his eyes on his chief, sat in a state of perpetual readiness for cross-examination. As to the quantity of wine, his post-office was as indifferent and ready as and other post-office for its quantity of letters. From my point of view, he was the wrong twin all the time, and only externally like the Wemmick of Walworth.

We took our leave early, and left together. Even when we were groping among Mr Jaggers's stock of boots for our hats, I felt that the right twin was on his way back; and we had not gone half a dozen yards down Gerrard-street in the Walworth direction before I found that I was walking arm-in-arm with the right twin, and that the wrong twin had evaporated into the evening air.

`Well!' said Wemmick, `that's over! He's a wonderful man, without his living likeness; but I feel that I have to screw myself up when I dine with him - and I dine more comfortably unscrewed.'

I felt that this was a good statement of the case, and told him so.

`Wouldn't say it to anybody but yourself,' he answered. `I know that what is said between you and me, goes no further.'

I asked him if he had ever seen Miss Havisham's adopted daughter, Mrs Bentley Drummle? He said no. To avoid being too abrupt, I then spoke of the Aged, and of Miss Skiffins. He looked rather sly when I mentioned Miss Skiffins, and stopped in the street to blow his nose, with a roll of the head and a flourish not quite free from latent boastfulness.

`Wemmick,' said I, `do you remember telling me before I first went to Mr Jaggers's private house, to notice that housekeeper?'

`Did I?' he replied. `Ah, I dare say I did. Deuce take me,' he added, suddenly, `I know I did. I find I am not quite unscrewed yet.'

`A wild beast tamed, you called her.'

`And what do you call her?'

`The same. How did Mr Jaggers tame her, Wemmick?'

`That's his secret. She has been with him many a long year.'

`I wish you would tell me her story. I feel a particular interest in being acquainted with it. You know that what is said between you and me goes no further.'

`Well!' Wemmick replied, `I don't know her story - that is, I don't know all of it. But what I do know, I'll tell you. We are in our private and personal capacities, of course.'

`Of course.'

同类推荐
  • 枯崖漫录

    枯崖漫录

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。
  • 奉和天枢成宴夷夏群

    奉和天枢成宴夷夏群

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。
  • 毛诗故训传

    毛诗故训传

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。
  • 五虎征西

    五虎征西

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。
  • 明英宗宝训

    明英宗宝训

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。
热门推荐
  • 海棠花开

    海棠花开

    民国时的上海,混乱压抑,生活的苦难时时刻刻的折磨着那些生活在社会底层的人们。海棠红生于那时,长于那时,她是梨园奇秀,却因为身世卑微而备受欺凌。她只想要一个小家,跟爱的人一起过平凡的日子,但是,命运却让她不断的颠簸在苦难的波涛中。在不断的磨难中,她被磨炼的愈发坚强,为了爱,为了幸福,不断的向前。
  • 异界太混乱

    异界太混乱

    他叫卓明俊,是一位待业大学生,每天过着混吃等死周而复始的生活,他本以为这样的生活会一直持续下去的时候,一次离奇的车祸改变了他平淡的生活——他成了一个亡灵,天上还掉下来一位女王大人,从此他的生活就这样混乱了………………………………由于猫冬的工作原因,作品会不定期更新,不过不会太监,这是猫冬品质的保证。喜欢的朋友可以加入到猫冬的qq群:485057437
  • 所谓的爱从未离开

    所谓的爱从未离开

    有人说,7年足够忘记一段过往的爱情......有人说,7年往事都会随着时光而慢慢变化....有人说,7年能够穿越灵魂的所有............也许,世界上最巧合的事莫过于,我爱你的时候,你也刚好也爱着我...也许,世界上最不巧合的事莫过于,我想放弃你的时候,你依旧在拉着我的手....
  • 赋百舌鸟

    赋百舌鸟

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。
  • 大话西游之无欲

    大话西游之无欲

    “大圣,此去欲何?”“踏南天,碎云霄!”“若一去不复返……”“便一去不复返!”
  • 我在末世有门面

    我在末世有门面

    我叫关玉涛,我在阳平路上有门面。得到东方系统的时候,我不知道走了狗屎运还是倒了血霉,我必须在两个世界之间来来回回,充当两个世界的救世主。好吧,既然我有了两个门面,那就朝着小康大踏步的前进吧!
  • 大雁精神2111

    大雁精神2111

    《大雁精神》作者:张金洋出版社:中国纺织出版社出版日期:2009年7月字数:100千ISBN:978-7-5064-3944-2定价:16.80元
  • 霸道皇帝:皇后你敢逃

    霸道皇帝:皇后你敢逃

    睡个觉都能穿成皇后,她这运气未免太好了点?可是,谁能告诉她,为什么一个高冷型的帅比皇上到她这里就变成死皮赖脸抱大腿的无赖?
  • 大危局

    大危局

    本书讲述马云、史玉柱、柳传志、黄光裕、宗庆后、王石、马化腾、王传福等9位中国著名企业家,在商战中历尽劫波、艰难生存下来的同时,又面临着怎样的危局。
  • tfboys之只想给你宠爱

    tfboys之只想给你宠爱

    剧情狗血,更新可能会慢,因为作者懒,因为作者是新人,如有不足,请多多包涵,---------一次尴尬的偶遇,使虎牙少年喜欢上了她,可,命运之神不可能一直眷顾她,一次偶然,差点毁了她的一生