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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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As
I
followed
the
chief
waiter
with
my
eyes
,
I
could
not
help
thinking
that
the
garden
in
which
he
had
gradually
blown
to
be
the
flower
he
was
,
was
an
arduous
place
to
rise
in
.
It
had
such
a
prescriptive
,
stiff
-
necked
,
long
-
established
,
solemn
,
elderly
air
.
I
glanced
about
the
room
,
which
had
had
its
sanded
floor
sanded
,
no
doubt
,
in
exactly
the
same
manner
when
the
chief
waiter
was
a
boy
-
if
he
ever
was
a
boy
,
which
appeared
improbable
;
and
at
the
shining
tables
,
where
I
saw
myself
reflected
,
in
unruffled
depths
of
old
mahogany
;
and
at
the
lamps
,
without
a
flaw
in
their
trimming
or
cleaning
;
and
at
the
comfortable
green
curtains
,
with
their
pure
brass
rods
,
snugly
enclosing
the
boxes
;
and
at
the
two
large
coal
fires
,
brightly
burning
;
and
at
the
rows
of
decanters
,
burly
as
if
with
the
consciousness
of
pipes
of
expensive
old
port
wine
below
;
and
both
England
,
and
the
law
,
appeared
to
me
to
be
very
difficult
indeed
to
be
taken
by
storm
.
I
went
up
to
my
bedroom
to
change
my
wet
clothes
;
and
the
vast
extent
of
that
old
wainscoted
apartment
(
which
was
over
the
archway
leading
to
the
Inn
,
I
remember
)
,
and
the
sedate
immensity
of
the
four
-
post
bedstead
,
and
the
indomitable
gravity
of
the
chests
of
drawers
,
all
seemed
to
unite
in
sternly
frowning
on
the
fortunes
of
Traddles
,
or
on
any
such
daring
youth
.
I
came
down
again
to
my
dinner
;
and
even
the
slow
comfort
of
the
meal
,
and
the
orderly
silence
of
the
place
—
which
was
bare
of
guests
,
the
Long
Vacation
not
yet
being
over
—
were
eloquent
on
the
audacity
of
Traddles
,
and
his
small
hopes
of
a
livelihood
for
twenty
years
to
come
.
I
had
seen
nothing
like
this
since
I
went
away
,
and
it
quite
dashed
my
hopes
for
my
friend
.
The
chief
waiter
had
had
enough
of
me
.
He
came
near
me
no
more
;
but
devoted
himself
to
an
old
gentleman
in
long
gaiters
,
to
meet
whom
a
pint
of
special
port
seemed
to
come
out
of
the
cellar
of
its
own
accord
,
for
he
gave
no
order
.
The
second
waiter
informed
me
,
in
a
whisper
,
that
this
old
gentleman
was
a
retired
conveyancer
living
in
the
Square
,
and
worth
a
mint
of
money
,
which
it
was
expected
he
would
leave
to
his
laundress
’
s
daughter
;
likewise
that
it
was
rumoured
that
he
had
a
service
of
plate
in
a
bureau
,
all
tarnished
with
lying
by
,
though
more
than
one
spoon
and
a
fork
had
never
yet
been
beheld
in
his
chambers
by
mortal
vision
.
By
this
time
,
I
quite
gave
Traddles
up
for
lost
;
and
settled
in
my
own
mind
that
there
was
no
hope
for
him
.
Being
very
anxious
to
see
the
dear
old
fellow
,
nevertheless
,
I
dispatched
my
dinner
,
in
a
manner
not
at
all
calculated
to
raise
me
in
the
opinion
of
the
chief
waiter
,
and
hurried
out
by
the
back
way
.
Number
two
in
the
Court
was
soon
reached
;
and
an
inscription
on
the
door
-
post
informing
me
that
Mr
.
Traddles
occupied
a
set
of
chambers
on
the
top
storey
,
I
ascended
the
staircase
.
A
crazy
old
staircase
I
found
it
to
be
,
feebly
lighted
on
each
landing
by
a
club
-
headed
little
oil
wick
,
dying
away
in
a
little
dungeon
of
dirty
glass
.
In
the
course
of
my
stumbling
upstairs
,
I
fancied
I
heard
a
pleasant
sound
of
laughter
;
and
not
the
laughter
of
an
attorney
or
barrister
,
or
attorney
’
s
clerk
or
barrister
’
s
clerk
,
but
of
two
or
three
merry
girls
.
Happening
,
however
,
as
I
stopped
to
listen
,
to
put
my
foot
in
a
hole
where
the
Honourable
Society
of
Gray
’
s
Inn
had
left
a
plank
deficient
,
I
fell
down
with
some
noise
,
and
when
I
recovered
my
footing
all
was
silent
.
Groping
my
way
more
carefully
,
for
the
rest
of
the
journey
,
my
heart
beat
high
when
I
found
the
outer
door
,
which
had
Mr
.
TRADDLES
painted
on
it
,
open
.
I
knocked
.
A
considerable
scuffling
within
ensued
,
but
nothing
else
.
I
therefore
knocked
again
.
A
small
sharp
-
looking
lad
,
half
-
footboy
and
half
-
clerk
,
who
was
very
much
out
of
breath
,
but
who
looked
at
me
as
if
he
defied
me
to
prove
it
legally
,
presented
himself
.
‘
Is
Mr
.
Traddles
within
?
’
I
said
.
