书城公版NICHOLAS NICKLEBY
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第180章

Smike becomes known to Mrs Nickleby and Kate. Nicholas also meets with new acquaintances. Brighter days seem to dawn upon the family H AVING ESTABLISHED his mother and sister in the apartments of the kind-hearted miniature painter, and ascertained that Sir Mulberry Hawk was in no danger of losing his life, Nicholas turned his thoughts to poor Smike, who, after breakfasting with Newman Noggs, had remained, in a disconsolate state, at that worthy creature's lodgings, waiting, with much anxiety, for further intelligence of his protector.

`As he will be one of our own little household, wherever we live, or whatever fortune is in reserve for us,' thought Nicholas, `I must present the poor fellow in due form. They will be kind to him for his own sake, and if not (on that account solely) to the full extent I could wish, they will stretch a point, I am sure, for mine.'

Nicholas said `they', but his misgivings were confined to one person.

He was sure of Kate, but he knew his mother's peculiarities, and was not quite so certain that Smike would find favour in the eyes of Mrs Nickleby.

`However,' thought Nicholas as he departed on his benevolent errand;`she cannot fail to become attached to him, when she knows what a devoted creature he is, and as she must quickly make the discovery, his probation will be a short one.'

`I was afraid,' said Smike, overjoyed to see his friend again, `that you had fallen into some fresh trouble; the time seemed so long, at last, that I almost feared you were lost.'

`Lost!' replied Nicholas gaily. `You will not be rid of me so easily, I promise you. I shall rise to the surface many thousand times yet, and the harder the thrust that pushes me down, the more quickly I shall rebound, Smike. But come; my errand here is to take you home.'

`Home!' faltered Smike, drawing timidly back.

`Ay,' rejoined Nicholas, taking his arm. `Why not?'

`I had such hopes once,' said Smike; `day and night, day and night, for many years. I longed for home till I was weary, and pined away with grief, but now--'

`And what now?' asked Nicholas, looking kindly in his face. `What now, old friend?'

`I could not part from you to go to any home on earth,' replied Smike, pressing his hand; `except one, except one. I shall never be an old man;and if your hand placed me in the grave, and I could think, before I died, that you would come and look upon it sometimes with one of your kind smiles, and in the summer weather, when everything was alive -- not dead like me -- I could go to that home almost without a tear.'

`Why do you talk thus, poor boy, if your life is a happy one with me?'

said Nicholas.

`Because I should change; not those about me. And if they forgot me, I should never know it,' replied Smike. `In the churchyard we are all alike, but here there are none like me. I am a poor creature, but I know that.'

`You are a foolish, silly creature,' said Nicholas cheerfully. `If that is what you mean, I grant you that. Why, here's a dismal face for ladies'

company! -- my pretty sister too, whom you have so often asked me about.

Is this your Yorkshire gallantry? For shame! for shame!'

Smike brightened up and smiled.

`When I talk of home,' pursued Nicholas, `I talk of mine -- which is yours of course. If it were defined by any particular four walls and a roof, God knows I should be sufficiently puzzled to say whereabouts it lay; but that is not what I mean. When I speak of home, I speak of the place where -- in default of a better -- those I love are gathered together;and if that place were a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding. And now, for what is my present home, which, however alarming your expectations may be, will neither terrify you by its extent nor its magnificence.'

So saying, Nicholas took his companion by the arm, and saying a great deal more to the same purpose, and pointing out various things to amuse and interest him as they went along, led the way to Miss La Creevy's house.

`And this, Kate,' said Nicholas, entering the room where his sister sat alone, `is the faithful friend and affectionate fellow-traveller whom I prepared you to receive.'

Poor Smike was bashful, and awkward, and frightened enough, at first, but Kate advanced towards him so kindly, and said, in such a sweet voice, how anxious she had been to see him after all her brother had told her, and how much she had to thank him for having comforted Nicholas so greatly in their very trying reverses, that he began to be very doubtful whether he should shed tears or not, and became still more flurried. However, he managed to say, in a broken voice, that Nicholas was his only friend, and that he would lay down his life to help him; and Kate, although she was so kind and considerate, seemed to be so wholly unconscious of his distress and embarrassment, that he recovered almost immediately and felt quite at home.

Then, Miss La Creevy came in; and to her Smike had to be presented also.

And Miss La Creevy was very kind too, and wonderfully talkative: -- not to Smike, for that would have made him uneasy at first, but to Nicholas and his sister. Then, after a time, she would speak to Smike himself now and then, asking him whether he was a judge of likenesses, and whether he thought that picture in the corner was like herself, and whether he didn't think it would have looked better if she had made herself ten years younger, and whether he didn't think, as a matter of general observation, that young ladies looked better not only in pictures, but out of them too, than old ones; with many more small jokes and facetious remarks, which were delivered with such good-humour and merriment, that Smike thought, within himself, she was the nicest lady he had ever seen; even nicer than Mrs Grudden, of Mr Vincent Crummles's theatre; and she was a nice lady too, and talked, perhaps more, but certainly louder, than Miss La Creevy.