Большие надежды. Уровень 2 / Great Expectations

“My opinion is, it’s a sedan-chair[25 - sedan-chair – портшез (легкое переносное кресло, в котором можно сидеть полулежа; паланкин)]. She passes her days in a sedan-chair. But the boy went there to play. What did you play at, boy?”

“We played with flags,” I said.

“Flags!” echoed my sister.

“Yes,” said I. “Estella waved a blue flag, and I waved a red one, and Miss Havisham waved one sprinkled all over with little gold stars, out at the coach-window.

“Swords!” repeated my sister. “Where did you get swords from?”

“Out of a cupboard,” said I. “And I saw pistols in it – and jam – and pills. And there was no daylight in the room, but it was all lighted up with candles.”

“That’s true, Mum,” said Mr. Pumblechook, with a grave nod. “I think that Miss Havisham will “do something” for the boy. Maybe a handsome premium[26 - handsome premium – щедрая плата] for schooling.

Chapter 9

Of course there was a public-house[27 - public-house – трактир, харчевня] in the village, and of course Joe liked sometimes to smoke his pipe there. I received strict orders from my sister to call for him at the Three Jolly Bargemen[28 - Three Jolly Bargemen – «Три Веселых матроса» (название трактира)], that evening, on my way from school, and bring him home. To the Three Jolly Bargemen, therefore, I directed my steps.

It was Saturday night. I merely wished the landlord good evening, and passed into the common room at the end of the passage, where there was a bright large kitchen fire. Joe was smoking his pipe in company with Mr. Wopsle and a stranger. Joe greeted me as usual with “Halloa, Pip, old chap!” The stranger turned his head and looked at me.

His head was all on one side, and one of his eyes was half shut up. He had a pipe in his mouth.

“You were saying,” said the strange man to Joe, “that you were a blacksmith.”

“Yes. I said it, you know,” said Joe.

“What’ll you drink, Mr. -? You didn’t mention your name, by the way.”

Joe mentioned it now, and the strange man called him by it.

“What’ll you drink, Mr. Gargery? I will pay.”

“Well,” said Joe, “to tell you the truth, I like to pay myself.