Холодный дом

In Mr. Tulkinghorn’s Chambers

           ""Aye?Whatisit?Whatdoyouwantwithme?""Well,sir,"saysMr.Snagsby,holdinghishatatthesideofhisheadinhisdeferencetowardshisbestcustomer,"Iwaswishfultosayawordtoyou,sir.""Canyousayithere?""Perfectly,sir.""Sayitthen."Thelawyerturns,leanshisarmsontheironrailingatthetopofthesteps,andlooksatthelamplighterlightingthecourt-yard."Itisrelating,"saysMr.Snagsbyinamysteriouslowvoice,"itisrelatingnottoputtoofineapointuponittotheforeigner,sir!"Mr.Tulkinghorneyeshimwithsomesurprise."Whatforeigner?""Theforeignfemale,sir.French,ifIdon’tmistake?Iamnotacquaintedwiththatlanguagemyself,butIshouldjudgefromhermannersandappearancethatshewasFrench;anyways,certainlyforeign.Herthatwasupstairs,sir,whenMr.Bucketandmehadthehonourofwaitinguponyouwiththesweeping-boythatnight.""Oh!Yes,yes.MademoiselleHortense.""Indeed,sir?"Mr.Snagsbycoughshiscoughofsubmissionbehindhishat."Iamnotacquaintedmyselfwiththenamesofforeignersingeneral,butIhavenodoubtitWOULDbethat."Mr.Snagsbyappearstohavesetoutinthisreplywithsomedesperatedesignofrepeatingthename,butonreflectioncoughsagaintoexcusehimself."Andwhatcanyouhavetosay,Snagsby,"demandsMr.Tulkinghorn,"abouther?""Well,sir,"returnsthestationer,shadinghiscommunicationwithhishat,"itfallsalittleharduponme.Mydomestichappinessisverygreatatleast,it’sasgreatascanbeexpected,I’msurebutmylittlewomanisrathergiventojealousy.

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