Chapter 21
Mr. Wemmick was a dry man, rather short in stature, with a square wooden face.
“So you were never in London before?” said Mr. Wemmick to me.
“No,” said I.
“I was new here once,” said Mr. Wemmick.
“You are well acquainted with it now?”
“Why, yes,” said Mr. Wemmick.
“Is it a very wicked place?” I asked, more for the sake
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of saying something than for
information.
“You may get cheated, robbed, and murdered in London. But there are plenty of people
anywhere, who’ll do that for you.”
His mouth was such a post-office of a mouth that he had a mechanical appearance of smiling.
“Do you know where Mr. Matthew Pocket lives?” I asked Mr. Wemmick.
“Yes,” said he, nodding in the direction. “At Hammersmith,
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west of London.”
“Is that far?”
“Well! Say five miles.”
“Do you know him?”
“Yes, I know him. I know him!”
Barnard’s Inn. I had supposed that establishment to be an hotel kept by Mr. Barnard. I found
Barnard to be a disembodied spirit, or a fiction, and his inn the dingiest collection of shabby buildings
ever squeezed together.
I looked in dismay at Mr. Wemmick. “Ah!” said he; “the retirement reminds you of the
country.”
He led me into a corner and conducted me up a flight of stairs – to a set of chambers on the
top floor. MR. POCKET, JUN., was painted on the door, and there was a label on the letter-box,
“Return shortly.
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”
“You don’t want me any more?” asked Mr. Wemmick.
“No, thank you,” said I.
“As I keep the cash,” Mr. Wemmick observed, “we shall most likely meet pretty often. Good
day.”
“Good day.”
I put out my hand, and Mr. Wemmick at first looked at it as if he thought I wanted something.
Then he looked at me, and said, correcting himself —
“To be sure! Yes. You’re in the habit of shaking hands?”
I was rather confused, thinking it must be out of the London fashion, but said yes.
When we had shaken hands and he was gone, I opened the staircase window. Mr. Pocket,
Junior, returned in half an hour. He had a paper-bag under each arm and some strawberries in one
hand, and was out of breath.
“Mr. Pip?” said he.
“Mr. Pocket?” said I.
“Dear me!” he exclaimed. “I am extremely sorry. The fact is, I have been out on your account –
for I thought, coming from the country, you might like a little fruit after dinner, and I went to Covent
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for the sake – ради
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Hammersmith – Хэммерсмит
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Return shortly. – Скоро вернусь.
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to get it good. Pray come in, allow me to lead the way. We might like to take a walk
about London. I am sure I shall be very happy to show London to you. As to our table, you won’t find
that bad, I hope, for it will be supplied from our coffee-house here,
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and at your expense,
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such
being Mr. Jaggers’s directions. As to our lodging, it’s not by any means splendid, because I have my
own bread to earn, and my father hasn’t anything to give me, and I shouldn’t be willing to take it, if
he had. This is our sitting-room – just such chairs and tables and carpet and so forth, you see. This
is your bedroom; the furniture’s hired for the occasion, but I trust it will answer the purpose; if you
should want anything, I’ll go and fetch it. The chambers are retired, and we shall be alone together,
but we shan’t fight, I dare say. But, I beg your pardon, you’re holding the fruit all this time. Pray let
me take these bags from you. I am quite ashamed.”
Suddenly Mr. Pocket, Junior, said, falling back —
“Lord bless me, you’re the prowling boy!”
“And you,” said I, “are the pale young gentleman!”
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Covent Garden Market – Ковент-Гарденский рынок
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from our coffee-house here – из ближайшего трактира
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at your expense – за ваш счёт
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