Thisadvicequitecoincidingwithhisownopinion，Mr。Pickwickgentlyletdownthewindowanddisengagedthebottlefromthestick：uponwhichthelatterwasdrawnup，andMr。BobSawyerwasheardtolaughheartily。
Whatamerrydogitis！saidMr。Pickwick，lookingroundathiscompanionwiththebottleinhishand。
Heis，saidMr。Allen。
Youcannotpossiblybeangrywithhim，remarkedMr。Pickwick。
Quiteoutofthequestion，observedBenjaminAllen。
Duringthisshortinterchangeofsentiments，Mr。Pickwickhad，inanabstractedmood，uncorkedthebottle。
Whatisit？inquiredBenAllen，carelessly。
Idon’tknow，repliedMr。Pickwick，withequalcarelessness。Itsmells，Ithink，likemilk-punch。
Oh，indeed！saidBen。
Ithinkso，rejoinedMr。Pickwick，veryproperlyguardinghimselfagainstthepossibilityofstatinganuntruth：mind，Icouldnotundertaketosaycertainly，withouttastingit。
Youhadbetterdoso，saidBen。wemayaswellknowwhatitis。
Doyouthinkso？repliedMr。Pickwick。Well。ifyouarecurioustoknow，ofcourseIhavenoobjection。
Everwillingtosacrificehisownfeelingstothewishesofhisfriend，Mr。Pickwickatoncetookaprettylongtaste。
Whatisit？inquiredBenAllen，interruptinghimwithsomeimpatience。
Curious，saidMr。Pickwick，smackinghislips，Ihardlyknow，now。
Oh，yes！saidMr。Pickwick，afterasecondtaste。Itispunch。
Mr。BenAllenlookedatMr。Pickwick。Mr。PickwicklookedatMr。BenAllen。Mr。BenAllensmiled。Mr。Pickwickdidnot。
Itwouldservehimright，saidthelast-namedgentleman，withsomeseverity，itwouldservehimrighttodrinkiteverydrop。
Theverythingthatoccurredtome，saidBenAllen。
Isitindeed？rejoinedMr。Pickwick。Thenhere’shishealth！Withthesewords，thatexcellentpersontookamostenergeticpullatthebottle，andhandedittoBenAllen，whowasnotslowtoimitatehisexample。Thesmilesbecamemutual，andthemilk-punchwasgraduallyandcheerfullydisposedof。
Afterall，saidMr。Pickwick，ashedrainedthelastdrop，hispranksarereallyveryamusing。veryentertainingindeed。
Youmaysaythat，rejoinedMr。BenAllen。InproofofBobSawyer’sbeingoneofthefunniestfellowsalive，heproceededtoentertainMr。
Pickwickwithalongandcircumstantialaccounthowthatgentlemanoncedrankhimselfintoafeverandgothisheadshaved。therelationofwhichpleasantandagreeablehistorywasonlystoppedbythestoppageofthechaiseattheBellatBerkeleyHeath，tochangehorses。
Isay！We’regoingtodinehere，aren’twe？saidBob，lookinginatthewindow。
Dine！saidMr。Pickwick。Why，wehaveonlycomenineteenmiles，andhaveeighty-sevenandahalftogo。
Justthereasonwhyweshouldtakesomethingtoenableustobearupagainstthefatigue，remonstratedMr。BobSawyer。
Oh，it’squiteimpossibletodineathalf-pasteleveno’clockintheday，repliedMr。Pickwick，lookingathiswatch。
Soitis，rejoinedBob，lunchistheverything。Hallo，yousir！
Lunchforthree，directly，andkeepthehorsesbackforaquarterofanhour。Tellthemtoputeverythingtheyhavecold，onthetable，andsomebottledale，andletustasteyourverybestMadeira。Issuingtheseorderswithmonstrousimportanceandbustle，Mr。BobSawyeratoncehurriedintothehousetosuperintendthearrangements。inlessthanfiveminuteshereturnedanddeclaredthemtobeexcellent。
ThequalityofthelunchfullyjustifiedtheeulogiumwhichBobhadpronounced，andverygreatjusticewasdonetoit，notonlybythatgentleman，butMr。BenAllenandMr。Pickwickalso。Undertheauspicesofthethree，thebottledaleandthemadeirawerepromptlydisposedof。andwhenthehorsesbeingoncemoreputtotheyresumedtheirseats，withthecase-bottlefullofthebestsubstituteformilk-punchthatcouldbeprocuredonsoshortanotice，thekey-buglesounded，andtheredflagwaved，withouttheslightestoppositiononMr。Pickwick’spart。
AttheHopPoleatTewkesbury，theystoppedtodine。uponwhichoccasiontherewasmorebottledale，withsomemoreMadeira，andsomePortbesides。
andherethecasebottlewasreplenishedforthefourthtime。Undertheinfluenceofthesecombinedstimulants，Mr。PickwickandMr。BenAllenfellfastasleepforthirtymiles，whileBobandMr。Wellersangduetsinthedickey。
ItwasquitedarkwhenMr。Pickwickrousedhimselfsufficientlytolookoutofwindow。Thestragglingcottagesbytheroad-side，thedingyhueofeveryobjectvisible，themurkyatmosphere，thepathsofcindersandbrick-dust，thedeep-redglowoffurnacefiresinthedistance，thevolumesofdensesmokeissuingheavilyforthfromhightopplingchimneys，blackeningandobscuringeverythingaround。theglareofdistantlights，theponderouswaggonswhichtoiledalongtheroad，ladenwithclashingrodsofiron，orpiledwithheavygoods——allbetokenedtheirrapidapproachtothegreatworkingtownofBirmingham。
Astheyrattledthroughthenarrowthoroughfaresleadingtotheheartoftheturmoil，thesightsandsoundsofearnestoccupationstruckmoreforciblyonthesenses。Thestreetswerethrongedwithworking-people。
Thehumoflabourresoundedfromeveryhouse，lightsgleamedfromthelongcasementwindowsintheatticstories，andthewhirlofwheelsandnoiseofmachineryshookthetremblingwalls。Thefires，whoseluridsullenlighthadbeenvisibleformiles，blazedfiercelyup，inthegreatworksandfactoriesofthetown。Thedinofhammers，therushingofsteam，andthedeadheavyclankingofengines，wastheharshmusicwhicharosefromeveryquarter。
Thepostboywasdrivingbrisklythroughtheopenstreets，andpastthehandsomeandwell-lightedshopswhichintervenebetweentheoutskirtsofthetownandtheOldRoyalHotel，beforeMr。Pickwickhadbeguntoconsidertheverydifficultanddelicatenatureofthecommissionwhichhadcarriedhimthither。
Thedelicatenatureofthiscommission，andthedifficultyofexecutingitinasatisfactorymanner，werebynomeanslessenedbythevoluntarycompanionshipofMr。BobSawyer。Truthtotell，Mr。Pickwickfeltthathispresenceontheoccasion，howeverconsiderateandgratifying，wasbynomeansanhonourhewouldwillinglyhavesought。infact，hewouldcheerfullyhavegivenareasonablesumofmoneytohavehadMr。BobSawyerremovedtoanyplaceatnotlessthanfiftymiles’distance，withoutdelay。
Mr。PickwickhadneverheldanypersonalcommunicationwithMr。Winkle，senior，althoughhehadonceortwicecorrespondedwithhimbyletter，andreturnedsatisfactoryanswerstohisinquiriesconcerningthemoralcharacterandbehaviourofhisson。hefeltnervouslysensiblethattowaituponhim，forthefirsttime，attendedbyBobSawyerandBenAllen，bothslightlyfuddled，wasnotthemostingeniousandlikelymeansthatcouldhavebeenhitupontoprepossesshiminhisfavour。
However，saidMr。Pickwick，endeavouringtore-assurehimself，I
mustdothebestIcan。Imustseehimto-night，forIfaithfullypromisedtodoso。Iftheypersistinaccompanyingme，Imustmaketheinterviewasbriefaspossible，andbecontenttohopethat，fortheirownsakes，theywillnotexposethemselves。
Ashecomfortedhimselfwiththesereflections，thechaisestoppedatthedooroftheOldRoyal。BenAllenhavingbeenpartiallyawakenedfromastupendoussleep，anddraggedoutbythecollarbyMr。SamuelWeller，Mr。Pickwickwasenabledtoalight。Theywereshowntoacomfortableapartment，andMr。PickwickatoncepropoundedaquestiontothewaiterconcerningthewhereaboutofMr。Winkle’sresidence。
Closeby，sir，saidthewaiter，notabovefivehundredyards，sir。
Mr。Winkleisawharfinger，sir，atthecanal，sir。Privateresidenceisnot——ohdearno，sir，notfivehundredyards，sir。Herethewaiterblewacandleout，andmadeafeintoflightingitagain，inordertoaffordMr。Pickwickanopportunityofaskinganyfurtherquestions，ifhefeltsodisposed。
Takeanythingnow，sir？saidthewaiter，lightingthecandleindesperationatMr。Pickwick’ssilence。Teaorcoffee，sir？Dinner，sir？
Nothingnow。
Verygood，sir。Liketoordersupper，sir？
Notjustnow。
Verygood，sir。Here，hewalkedsoftlytothedoor，andthenstoppingshort，turnedround，andsaid，withgreatsuavity：
ShallIsendthechambermaid，gentlemen？
Youmayifyouplease。repliedMr。Pickwick。
Ifyouplease，sir。
Andbringsomesodawater，saidBobSawyer。
Sodawater，sir？Yes，sir。Withhismindapparentlyrelievedfromanoverwhelmingweight，byhavingatlastgotanorderforsomething，thewaiterimperceptiblymeltedaway。Waitersneverwalkorrun。Theyhaveapeculiarandmysteriouspowerofskimmingoutofrooms，whichothermortalspossessnot。
SomeslightsymptomsofvitalityhavingbeenawakenedinMr。BenAllenbythesodawater，hesufferedhimselftobeprevailedupontowashhisfaceandhands，andtosubmittobebrushedbySam。Mr。PickwickandBobSawyerhavingalsorepairedthedisorderwhichthejourneyhadmadeintheirapparel，thethreestartedforth，arminarm，toMr。Winkle’s。BobSawyerimpregnatingtheatmospherewithtobaccosmokeashewalkedalong。
Aboutaquarterofamileoff，inaquiet，substantial-lookingstreet，stoodanoldred-brickhousewiththreestepsbeforethedoor，andabrassplateuponit，bearing，infatRomancapitals，thewords，Mr。Winkle。
Thestepswereverywhite，andthebrickswereveryred，andthehousewasveryclean。andherestoodMr。Pickwick，Mr。BenjaminAllen，andMr。
BobSawyer，astheclockstruckten。
Asmartservantgirlansweredtheknock，andstartedonbeholdingthethreestrangers。
IsMr。Winkleathome，mydear？inquiredMr。Pickwick。
Heisjustgoingtosupper，sir，repliedthegirl。
Givehimthatcardifyouplease，rejoinedMr。Pickwick。SayIamsorrytotroublehimatsolateanhour。butIamanxioustoseehimto-night，andhaveonlyjustarrived。
ThegirllookedtimidlyatMr。BobSawyer，whowasexpressinghisadmirationofherpersonalcharmsbyavarietyofwonderfulgrimaces。andcastinganeyeatthehatsandgreatcoatswhichhunginthepassage，calledanothergirltomindthedoorwhileshewentup-stairs。Thesentinelwasspeedilyrelieved。forthegirlreturnedimmediately，andbeggingpardonofthegentlemenforleavingtheminthestreet，usheredthemintoafloor-clothedbackparlour，halfofficeandhalfdressing-room，inwhichtheprincipalusefulandornamentalarticlesoffurniture，wereadesk，awash-handstandandshavingglass，aboot-rackandboot-jack，ahighstool，fourchairs，atable，andanoldeight-dayclock。Overthemantel-piecewerethesunkendoorsofanironsafe，whileacoupleofhangingshelvesforbooks，andalmanack，andseveralfilesofdustypapers，decoratedthewalls。
Verysorrytoleaveyoustandingatthedoor，sir，saidthegirl，lightingalamp，andaddressingMr。Pickwickwithawinningsmile，butyouwasquitestrangerstome。andwehavesuchamanytrampersthatonlycometoseewhattheycanlaytheirhandson，thatreally——
Thereisnottheleastoccasionforanyapology，mydear，saidMr。
Pickwickgoodhumouredly。
Nottheslightest，mylove，saidBobSawyer，playfullystretchingforthhisarms，andskippingfromsidetoside，asiftopreventtheyounglady’sleavingtheroom。
Theyoungladywasnotatallsoftenedbytheseallurements，forsheatonceexpressedheropinionthatMr。BobSawyerwasanodouscreetur。
and，onhisbecomingrathermorepressinginhisattentions，imprintedherfairfingersuponhisface，andbouncedoutoftheroomwithmanyexpressionsofaversionandcontempt。
Deprivedoftheyounglady’ssociety，Mr。BobSawyerproceededtodiverthimselfbypeepingintothedesk，lookingintoallthetable-drawers，feigningtopickthelockoftheironsafe，turningthealmanackwithitsfacetothewall，tryingonthebootsofMr。Winkle，senior，overhisown，andmakingseveralotherhumorousexperimentsuponthefurniture，allofwhichaffordedMr。Pickwickunspeakablehorrorandagony，andyieldedMr。BobSawyerproportionatedelight。
Atlengththedooropened，andalittleoldgentlemaninasnuff-colouredsuit，withaheadandfacetheprecisecounterpartofthosebelongingtoMr。Winkle，junior，exceptingthathewasratherbald，trottedintotheroomwithMr。Pickwick’scardinonehand，andasilvercandlestickintheother。
Mr。Pickwick，sir，howdoyoudo？saidWinkletheelder，puttingdownthecandlestickandprofferinghishand。HopeIseeyouwell，sir。Gladtoseeyou。Beseated，Mr。Pickwick，Ibeg，sir。Thisgentlemanis——
Myfriend，Mr。Sawyer，interposedMr。Pickwick，yourson’sfriend。
Oh，saidMr。Winkletheelder，lookingrathergrimlyatBob。Ihopeyouarewell，sir。
Rightasatrivet，sir，repliedBobSawyer。
Thisothergentleman，criedMr。Pickwick，is，asyouwillsee，whenyouhavereadtheletterwithwhichIamentrusted，averynearrelative，orIshouldrathersayaveryparticularfriendofyourson’s。HisnameisAllen。
Thatgentleman？inquiredMr。Winkle，pointingwiththecardtowardsBenAllen，whohadfallenasleepinanattitudewhichleftnothingofhimvisiblebuthisspineandhiscoatcollar。
Mr。Pickwickwasonthepointofreplyingtothequestion，andrecitingMr。BenjaminAllen’snameandhonourabledistinctionsatfulllength，whenthesprightlyMr。BobSawyer，withaviewofrousinghisfriendtoasenseofhissituation，inflictedastartlingpinchuponthefleshypartofhisarm，whichcausedhimtojumpupwithashriek。Suddenlyawarethathewasinthepresenceofastranger，Mr。BenAllenadvanced，and，shakingMr。Winklemostaffectionatelybybothhandsforaboutfiveminutes，murmured，insomehalf-intelligiblefragmentsofsentences，thegreatdelighthefeltinseeinghim，andahospitableinquirywhetherhefeltdisposedtotakeanythingafterhiswalk，orwouldpreferwaitingtilldinner-time。
whichdone，hesatdownandgazedabouthimwithapetrifiedstare，asifhehadnottheremotestideawherehewas，whichindeedhehadnot。
AllthiswasmostembarrassingtoMr。Pickwick，themoreespeciallyasMr。Winkle，senior，evincedpalpableastonishmentattheeccentric——nottosayextraordinary——behaviourofhistwocompanions。Tobringthemattertoanissueatonce，hedrewaletterfromhispocket，andpresentingittoMr。Winkle，senior，said：
Thisletter，sir，isfromyourson。Youwillsee，byitscontents，thatonyourfavourableandfatherlyconsiderationofit，dependhisfuturehappinessandwelfare。Willyouobligemebygivingitthecalmestandcoolestperusal，andbydiscussingthesubjectafterwards，withme，inthetoneandspiritinwhichaloneitoughttobediscussed？Youmayjudgeoftheimportanceofyourdecisiontoyourson，andhisintenseanxietyuponthesubject，bymywaitinguponyou，withoutanypreviouswarning，atsolateanhour。and，addedMr。Pickwick，glancingslightlyathistwocompanions，andundersuchunfavourablecircumstances。
Withthisprelude，Mr。Pickwickplacedfourcloselywrittensidesofextrasuperfinewire-wovepenitenceinthehandsoftheastoundedMr。Winkle，senior。Thenreseatinghimselfinhischair，hewatchedhislooksandmanner：
anxiously，itistrue，butwiththeopenfrontofagentlemanwhofeelshehastakennopartwhichheneedexcuseorpalliate。
Theoldwharfingerturnedtheletterover。lookedatthefront，back，andsides。madeamicroscopicexaminationofthefatlittleboyontheseal。raisedhiseyestoMr。Pickwick’sface。andthen，seatinghimselfonthehighstool，anddrawingthelampclosertohim，brokethewax，unfoldedtheepistle，andliftingittothelight，preparedtoread。
Justatthismoment，Mr。BobSawyer，whosewithadlaindormantforsomeminutes，placedhishandsuponhisknees，andmadeafaceaftertheportraitsofthelateMr。Grimaldi，asclown。ItsohappenedthatMr。Winkle，senior，insteadofbeingdeeplyengagedinreadingtheletter，asMr。BobSawyerthought，chancedtobelookingoverthetopofitatnolessapersonthanMr。BobSawyerhimself。rightlyconjecturingthatthefaceaforesaidwasmadeinridiculeandderisionofhisownperson，hefixedhiseyesonBobwithsuchexpressivesternness，thatthelateMr。Grimaldi’slineamentsgraduallyresolvedthemselvesintoaveryfineexpressionofhumilityandconfusion。
Didyouspeak，sir？inquiredMr。Winkle，senior，afteranawfulsilence。
No，sir，repliedBob，withnoremainsoftheclownabouthim，saveandexcepttheextremerednessofhischeeks。
Youaresureyoudidnot，sir？saidMr。Winkle，senior。
Ohdear，yes，sir，quite，repliedBob。
Ithoughtyoudid，sir，rejoinedtheoldgentleman，withindignantemphasis。Perhapsyoulookedatme，sir？
Oh，no！sir，notatall，repliedBob，withextremecivility。
Iamverygladtohearit，sir，saidMr。Winkle，senior。HavingfrownedupontheabashedBobwithgreatmagnificence，theoldgentlemanagainbroughtthelettertothelight，andbegantoreaditseriously。
Mr。Pickwickeyedhimintentlyasheturnedfromthebottomlineofthefirstpagetothetoplineofthesecond，andfromthebottomofthesecondtothetopofthethird，andfromthebottomofthethird，tothetopofthefourth。butnottheslightestalterationofcountenanceaffordedacluetothefeelingswithwhichhereceivedtheannouncementofhisson’smarriage，whichMr。Pickwickknewwasintheveryfirsthalf-dozenlines。
Hereadthelettertothelastword。foldeditagainwithallthecarefulnessandprecisionofamanofbusiness。and，justwhenMr。Pickwickexpectedsomegreatoutbreakoffeeling，dippedapenintheinkstand，andsaidasquietlyasifhewerespeakingonthemostordinarycounting-housetopic：
WhatisNathaniel’saddress，Mr。Pickwick？
TheGeorgeandVulture，atpresent，repliedthatgentleman。
GeorgeandVulture。Whereisthat？
GeorgeYard，LombardStreet。
IntheCity？
Yes。
Theoldgentlemanmethodicallyindorsedtheaddressonthebackoftheletter。andthen，placingitinthedesk，whichhelocked，saidashegotoffthestoolandputthebunchofkeysinhispocket：
Isupposethereisnothingelsewhichneeddetainus，Mr。Pickwick？
Nothingelse，mydearsir！observedthatwarm-heartedpersoninindignantamazement。Nothingelse！Haveyounoopiniontoexpressonthismomentouseventinouryoungfriend’slife？Noassurancetoconveytohim，throughme，ofthecontinuanceofyouraffectionandprotection？Nothingtosaywhichwillcheerandsustainhim，andtheanxiousgirlwholookstohimforcomfortandsupport？Mydearsir，consi...完整阅读请扫描二维码下载丁香书院APP免费看：
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