Lavengro : $b The Scholar; The Gypsy; The Priest, Vol. 2 (of 2)Borrow, George
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Lavengro : $b The Scholar; The Gypsy; The Priest, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Borrow, George
England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
So I sat by the window, sometimes looking out upon the dusty street, and
now glancing at certain old-fashioned prints which adorned the wall over
against me. I fell into a kind of doze, from which I was almost
instantly awakened by the opening of the door. Dinner, thought I; and I
sat upright in my chair. No, a man of the middle age, and rather above
the middle height, dressed in a plain suit of black, made his appearance,
and sat down in a chair at some distance from me, but near to the table,
and appeared to be lost in thought.
"The weather is very warm, sir," said I.
"Very," said the stranger, laconically, looking at me for the first time.
"Would you like to see the newspaper?" said I, taking up one which lay
upon the window seat.
"I never read newspapers," said the stranger, "nor, indeed . . . "
Whatever it might be that he had intended to say he left unfinished.
Suddenly he walked to the mantelpiece at the farther end of the room,
before which he placed himself with his back towards me. There he
remained motionless for some time; at length, raising his hand, he
touched the corner of the mantelpiece with his finger, advanced towards
the chair which he had left, and again seated himself.
"Have you come far?" said he, suddenly looking towards me, and speaking
in a frank and open manner, which denoted a wish to enter into
conversation. "You do not seem to be of this place."
"I come from some distance," said I; "indeed, I am walking for exercise,
which I find as necessary to the mind as the body. I believe that by
exercise people would escape much mental misery."
Scarcely had I uttered these words when the stranger laid his hand, with
seeming carelessness, upon the table, near one of the glasses; after a
moment or two he touched the glass with his finger as if inadvertently,
then, glancing furtively at me, he withdrew his hand and looked towards
the window.
"Are you from these parts?" said I at last, with apparent carelessness.
"From this vicinity," replied the stranger. "You think, then, that it is
as easy to walk off the bad humours of the mind as of the body?"
"I, at least, am walking in that hope," said I.
"I wish you may be successful," said the stranger; and here he touched
one of the forks which lay on the table near him.
Here the door, which was slightly ajar, was suddenly pushed open with
some fracas, and in came the stout landlord, supporting with some
difficulty an immense dish, in which was a mighty round mass of smoking
meat garnished all round with vegetables; so high was the mass that it
probably obstructed his view, for it was not until he had placed it upon
the table that he appeared to observe the stranger; he almost started,
and quite out of breath exclaimed, "God bless me, your honour; is your
honour the acquaintance that the young gentleman was expecting?"
"Is the young gentleman expecting an acquaintance?" said the stranger.
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