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第36章 掘墓盗尸人4（第2页）

"Thatsthedoctor，

"criedthelandlord。

"Lookshar，andyoucancatchhim。

"

ItwasbuttwostesfromthesmallarlourtothedooroftheoldGeorgeInn;thewideoakstaircaselandedalmostinthestreet;therewasroomforaTurkeyrugandnothingmorebetweenthethresholdandthelastroundofthedescent;butthislittlesacewaseveryeveningbrilliantlylitu，notonlybythelightuonthestairandthegreatsignal-lambelowthesign，butbythewarmradianceofthebar-roomwindow。TheGeorgethusbrightlyadvertiseditselftoassers-byinthecoldstreet。Fetteswalkedsteadilytothesot，andwe，whowerehangingbehind，beheldtheThegreatdoctorulledushortonthefourthste，asthoughthefamiliarityoftheaddresssurrisedandsomewhatshockedhisdignity。

"ToddyMacfarlane!

"reeatedFettes。

TheLondonmanalmoststaggered。Hestaredfortheswiftestofsecondsatthemanbeforehim，glancedbehindhimwithasortofscare，andtheninastartledwhiser，

"Fettes!

"hesaid，

"You!

"

"Ay，

"saidtheother，

"me!DidyouthinkIwasdeadtoo?Wearenotsoeasyshutofouracquaintance。

"

"Hush，hush!

"exclaimedthedoctor。

"Hush，hush!thismeetingissounexected—Icanseeyouareunmanned。Ihardlyknewyou，Iconfess，atfirst;butIamoverjoyed—overjoyedtohavethisoortunity。Fortheresentitmustbegood-byeinone，formyflyiswaiting，andImustnotfailthetrain;butyoushall—letmesee—yes—youshallgivemeyouraddress，andyoucancountonearlynewsofme。Wemustdosomethingforyou，Fettes。Ifearyouareoutatelbows;butwemustseetothatforauldlangsyne，asoncewesangatsuers。

"

"Money!

"criedFettes，

"Moneyfromyou!ThemoneythatIhadfromyouislyingwhereIcastitintherain。

"

Dr。Macfarlanehadtalkedhimselfintosomemeasureofsueriorityandconfidence，buttheuncommonenergyofthisrefusalcasthimbackintohisfirstconfusion。

Ahorrible，uglylookcameandwentacrosshisalmostvenerablecountenance。

"Mydearfellow，

"hesaid，

"beitasyoulease;mylastthoughtistooffendyou。Iwouldintrudeonnone。Iwillleaveyoumyaddress，however…

"

"Idonotwishit—Idonotwishtoknowtheroofthatsheltersyou，

"interrutedtheother。

"Iheardyourname;Ifeareditmightbeyou;Iwishedtoknowif，afterall，therewereaGod;Iknownowthatthereisnone。Begone!

"

Hestillstoodinthemiddleoftherug，betweenthestairanddoorway;andthegreatLondonhysician，inordertoescae，wouldbeforcedtostetooneside。Itwaslainthathehesitatedbeforethethoughtofthishumiliation。Whiteashewas，therewasadangerousglitterinhissectacles;butwhilehestillauseduncertain，hebecameawarethatthedriverofhisflywaseeringinfromthestreetatthisunusualsceneandcaughtaglimseatthesametimeofourlittlebodyfromthearlour，huddledbythecornerofthebar。Theresenceofsomanywitnessesdecidedhimatoncetoflee。Hecrouchedtogether，brushingonthewainscot，andmadeadartlikeaserent，strikingforthedoor。Buthistribulationwasnotyetentirelyatanend，forevenashewasassingFettesclutchedhimbythearmandthesewordscameinawhiser，andyetainfullydistinct，

"Haveyouseenitagain?

"

ThegreatrichLondondoctorcriedoutaloudwithashar，throttlingcry;hedashedhisquestioneracrosstheoensace，and，withhishandsoverhishead，fledoutofthedoorlikeadetectedthief。Beforeithadoccurredtooneofustomakeamovementtheflywasalreadyrattlingtowardthestation。Thescenewasoverlikeadream，butthedreamhadleftroofsandtracesofitsassage。Nextdaytheservantfoundthefinegoldsectaclesbrokenonthethreshold，andthatverynightwewereallstandingbreathlessbythebar-roomwindow，andFettesatourside，sober，ale，andresoluteinlook。