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The Mystery of Edwin Drood. Charles Dickens

Jasper′s concentrated face again includes the portrait as he returns: ′Very like your sketch indeed.′

′I AM a little proud of it,′ says the young fellow, glancing up at the sketch with complacency, and then shutting one eye, and taking a corrected prospect of it over a level bridge of nut-crackers in the air: ′Not badly hit off from memory. But I ought to have caught that expression pretty well, for I have seen it often enough.′

Crack!—on Edwin Drood′s part.

Crack!—on Mr. Jasper′s part.

′In point of fact,′ the former resumes, after some silent dipping among his fragments of walnut with an air of pique, ′I see it whenever I go to see Pussy. If I don′t find it on her face, I leave it there.—You know I do, Miss Scornful Pert. Booh!′ With a twirl of the nut-crackers at the portrait.

Crack! crack! crack. Slowly, on Mr. Jasper′s part.

Crack. Sharply on the part of Edwin Drood.

Silence on both sides.

′Have you lost your tongue, Jack?′

′Have you found yours, Ned?′

′No, but really;—isn′t it, you know, after all—′

Mr. Jasper lifts his dark eyebrows inquiringly.

′Isn′t it unsatisfactory to be cut off from choice in such a matter? There, Jack! I tell you! If I could choose, I would choose Pussy from all the pretty girls in the world.′

′But you have not got to choose.′

′That′s what I complain of. My dead and gone father and Pussy′s dead and gone father must needs marry us together by anticipation. Why the—Devil, I was going to say, if it had been respectful to their memory—couldn′t they leave us alone?′

′Tut, tut, dear boy,′ Mr. Jasper remonstrates, in a tone of gentle deprecation.

′Tut, tut? Yes, Jack, it′s all very well for YOU. YOU can take it easily. YOUR life is not laid down to scale, and lined and dotted out for you, like a surveyor′s plan. YOU have no uncomfortable suspicion that you are forced upon anybody, nor has anybody an uncomfortable suspicion that she is forced upon you, or that you are forced upon her. YOU can choose for yourself. Life, for YOU, is a plum with the natural bloom on; it hasn′t been over-carefully wiped off for YOU—′

′Don′t stop, dear fellow. Go on.′

′Can I anyhow have hurt your feelings, Jack?′

′How can you have hurt my feelings?′

′Good Heaven, Jack, you look frightfully ill! There′s a strange film come over your eyes.′

Mr. Jasper, with a forced smile, stretches out his right hand, as if at once to disarm apprehension and gain time to get better. After a while he says faintly:

′I have been taking opium for a pain—an agony—that sometimes overcomes me. The effects of the medicine steal over me like a blight or a cloud, and pass. You see them in the act of passing; they will be gone directly. Look away from me. They will go all the sooner.′

With a scared face the younger man complies by casting his eyes downward at the ashes on the hearth. Not relaxing his own gaze on the fire, but rather strengthening it with a fierce, firm grip upon his elbow-chair, the elder sits for a few moments rigid, and then, with thick drops standing on his forehead, and a sharp catch of his breath, becomes as he was before. On his so subsiding in his chair, his nephew gently and assiduously tends him while he quite recovers.

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