Chapter 44 Chapter 43

Why should I stop and ask myself what my timidity about Provis has to do with Estella?It was a mood when I came out of Newgate Prison and picked up Estella at the post station after removing the dust that I had picked up in the prison; There is a world of difference between them, which is another mood.Why do I linger on the road and compare the difference between two moods?Thinking about this, the road may not be smoother, the ending may not be improved, it may not be possible for him to rest easy, and it may not be possible for me to alleviate the crime. His narration of his own life experience breeds a new fear in my heart, or, his narration of his own life experience makes my original fear more specific and definite.If Compeyson is still alive, traces of his return will be found, and the consequences will be disastrous.Compeyson's feud with him can be said to be utterly irreconcilable, but neither of them knew the inside story better than I did.Compeyson was exactly the kind of man he described, who, upon discovering his enemy, would inform him and get himself safely out of him.This is by no means whimsical to him.

I had made up my mind that I had not mentioned Estella to Provis, nor was I going to speak to him.But I said to Herbert that I must see Estella and Miss Havisham before I went abroad.We spoke privately after Provis had finished his personal story and left.I decided to go to Leiximeng the next day, and I did. As soon as I reached the door of Madame Brandelli's house, she called Estella's maid to tell me that Estella had gone back to the country.I asked what country?She said she went to Shatis Manor as usual.I said it was different from usual, because she used to go to the country with me.I asked the maid when she would be back.The maid answered with a secret air, which added to my confusion.The maid said that even if Estella came back, she would not stay long.I couldn't figure out the meaning of the words. In fact, she didn't want me to know the meaning, so I just turned back bitterly.

Another night, after sending Provis back (every night I put him to bed, and made careful observations about him), Herbert and I studied all night, and came to the conclusion that, I will speak to him about my going abroad when I return from Miss Havisham's.During this period, Herbert and I were separately considering what to say to him best; what excuse should we find to talk to him, for fear that he would be suspicious of it; Never been abroad.We both know that if I ask him, he will agree.We both thought it was inconceivable that he would be in a situation where he was risking living here as long as he was now.

The next day I made a nasty feign that I had an engagement with Joe, and I must go down to the country to see him.In fact, I have used all kinds of despicable methods for Joe, and I have used all kinds of despicable methods for him, and now I am using his name to do despicable things.Provis required strict supervision during my absence, and Herbert took my place in his care.I also said that I was only out for one night, and that when I got back I could grant his wish, for his wish for me to be more handsome and richer in being a gentleman had reached the point of impatience.I think, and then I found out that Herbert thinks the same as me, that is, to be a gentleman is to be like a gentleman, to buy this and that, and this excuse can get him overseas across the ocean. go.

Having cleared my way to Miss Havisham's, all arrangements were made, and I set off in my carriage early next morning.At this time, it was not yet dawn, and the carriage was driving on the vast country road, and the day slowly started.Sitting in the carriage, I felt that the carriage seemed to stop and go for a while, sobbing for a while, and trembling for a while. The whole carriage was wrapped in a cloud of tattered clothes, which looked like a beggar.In the drizzle, the carriage arrived at the Blue Boar Hotel.As soon as I entered the shop, I met a man coming out of the shop door, with a toothpick in his hand, to look at the carriage.The man was none other than Bentley Drummore.

He pretended not to see me, and I pretended not to see him, both of whom were in a bad way; especially since we were both in the dining room, where he had just finished his breakfast, and where I was beginning to ask for mine. breakfast.Seeing him in town made me very unhappy because I knew exactly why he was here. We each pretended to be reading a greasy, dirty newspaper that was long out of date.Although this is a local newspaper, you can't read local news at all. It's all foreign things, the speckled coffee, pickle juice, fish sauce, and gravy.Melted butter, and wine, and all that kind of stuff was spilled on the newspaper, and it was like a bad measles, and it was hard to see.I sat at the table and he stood before the fire.I was displeased to see him standing in front of the fire, and growing more and more angry.So I stood up, determined not to let him enjoy the warmth alone, so I reached behind his legs for the tongs to poke the fire in the stove, still pretending not to see him.

"Why not say hello?" said Mr. Drummore. "Oh!" I said with the poker in my hand. "It's you, isn't it? Well? I was wondering who it is? Who's blocking the fire?" I took the tongs and cast the fire with great effort, and when it was poked, I stood side by side with Mr. Drummore, with my shoulders spread and my back against the fire. "Did you just come here?" Drummore said, bumping me with his shoulder, separating our shoulders. "Just here." I also bumped him with my shoulder, and didn't let his shoulder touch mine. "This is a hell of a place," said Drummore. "I suppose it's your hometown."

"It's my home town," I agreed. "I've heard it's very like your native Shropshire." "Not at all," Drummore said. Mr. Drummore was looking at his boots, and I was looking at mine, and then Mr. Drummore was looking at my boots, and I was looking at his. "Have you been here long?" I asked.I secretly made up my mind to stay by the fire and never give in. "It's been so long that I'm tired of it," replied Drummore, with a feigned yawn.He seemed to hold his ground, as I did, and would not budge. "Are you going to live here any longer?"

"It's hard to say," replied Mr. Drummore. "And you?" "It's hard for me to say, too." At that time, I felt the fire rushing up, and the blood in my whole body boiled, and if this Mr. Drummer's shoulder knocked me even a hair's distance, I would have to throw him out of the window; If my shoulders had knocked him even a hair's length away, Mr. Drummore would have thrown me into a nearby cell.At this time, he whistled, and I whistled too. "I know there's a big swamp not far from here, right?" Drummore said. "There is a large swamp, how about it?" I replied.

Mr. Drummore looked at me, then he looked at my boots, and then he said, "Oh!" And he laughed again. "Mr. Drummore, are you proud?" "No," he answered, "not particularly proud of it. I'm going to go out for a ride, I mean into the swamp for some pleasure. I'm told there are a few shabby little villages there with queer little Hotels, and blacksmiths, and what else. Waiters!" "Here we come, sir." "Is my horse ready?" "Already led to the door, sir." "Hey, listen to me, Miss doesn't want to ride a horse today, the weather doesn't look good."

"Okay, sir." "I won't have lunch today, because I'm going to eat at the lady's house." "Okay, sir." After speaking, Drummore gave me a look.Although he was very stupid, the arrogant and proud expression on his face with big cheekbones deeply hurt my heart and made me furious.I just wanted to pick him up in my arms and set him on fire to die.There used to be a storybook about a robber who killed an old woman in this way. One thing was obvious to both of us, that neither of us would give up this fireplace unless someone came to help.We stood there in an aggressive posture, shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, each with his hands behind his back, and no one gave way.His horse was standing outside in the drizzle, visible from the door; my breakfast was brought to the table, Drummore's table was cleared, and the waiter was calling me to dinner, and I lit head, but everyone stood firm and did not move a step. "Have you been to the Birds of the Woods Club since then?" Drummore said. "No," I said, "I knew enough about the birds last time at the club." "Is it the time we disagreed?" "That's it." I replied shortly. "Come on, come on! They let you go so easily that time," said Drummore coldly. "You shouldn't be so angry." "Mr. Drummore," I said, "I think you don't have to be brave enough to lecture someone about that. I didn't lose my temper that time, but I didn't lose my temper that time. I wasn't so far as to drop a glass." "I'm going to fall," Drummore said. I glared at him once or twice, and the anger in my heart began to flourish, and I said: "Mr. Drummore, I did not initiate such a conversation, and I think it is an unpleasant one." "I don't think it's a pleasant conversation either," he said defiantly, turning away. "It's not necessarily a pleasant conversation." "So," I went on, "I don't think you'll object if we don't talk at all when we meet again." "That's my opinion, too," said Drummore. "I should have suggested it long ago, or should have done so long ago, and there was no need to propose it. But don't get angry, don't you admit defeat? " "Sir, what are you talking about?" "The waiter." Drummore called the waiter's voice instead of answering me. The waiter walked in again. "Listen, you need to know that the lady is not going to ride a horse today, I'm having lunch at the lady's house, do you understand?" "Understood, sir." The waiter touched the cold teapot he had brought me earlier with his palm, looked at me with pleading eyes, and went out.Drummore leaned against my shoulder very cautiously and did not move at all, took a cigar from his pocket, and bit off the end of it, without making a sound.My whole body was shaking with anger, and my blood was boiling.We cannot say another word, or Estella's name will be mentioned.I couldn't bear her name to come out of his dog's mouth, so I stared like a stone at the opposite wall as if no one else was there, trying to silence myself.I don't know how long this ridiculous situation will last. Fortunately, at this time, three rich farmers broke in suddenly. It seems that the waiter arranged it deliberately. Of course, this is my guess.They took off their coats as soon as they came in, rubbed their hands, and rushed to the fire before we had to get out of the way. I looked out the window and saw him grabbing the mane with his hands, clumsily and pompously, leaping on the horse so arrogantly that even the horse backed up a few steps in shock.I thought he had ridden away, but he came back.He was coming back to have the cigar lighted in his mouth, because he had just forgotten about it, when a man in gray clothes came up with a light.I don't know where he came from, whether he came from the hotel yard, or came out of the street or something, I didn't see it, only Drummore leaned over the saddle Just lit the cigar and laughed.There was a sudden movement of his head against the dining room window, and the stooped, shaggy-haired man with the fireman was facing away from me, and it occurred to me all of a sudden, isn't this Orric? Due to the heavy and confused mood, I had no time to think about whether this person was Orric, nor did I have the time to make breakfast.I just washed my face and hands, washed away the long-distance travel and the dust of the world, and hurried to the old mansion that is worth remembering forever.I was so excited, if only I had never entered this house, if I had never seen this house!