The £1,000,000 Pound Bank-Note 3

I have got to carry this immense (巨大的) burden around until those men come back, whether I want to or not.

It is useless to me, as useless as a handful of ashes, and yet I must take care of it, and watch over it, while I beg my living.

I couldn't give it away, if I should try, for neither honest citizen nor highwayman (拦路强盗) would accept it or meddle with it for anything.

Those brothers are safe. Even if I lose their bill, or burn it, they are still safe, because they can stop payment, and the Bank will make them whole; {1}

but meantime I've got to do a month's suffering without wages or profit -- unless I help win that bet, whatever it may be, and get that situation (职位) that I am promised.


I should like to get that; men of their sort have situations in their gift that are worth having.

I got to thinking a good deal about that situation. My hopes began to rise high.

Without doubt the salary would be large. It would begin in a month; after that I should be all right.

Pretty soon I was feeling first-rate (极佳). By this time I was tramping (流浪) the streets again.


The sight of a tailor-shop gave me a sharp longing (渴望) to shed my rags, and to clothe myself decently once more.

Could I afford it? No; I had nothing in the world but a million pounds. So I forced myself to go on by.

But soon I was drifting back again. The temptation (引诱) persecuted me cruelly.

I must have passed that shop back and forth six times during that manful struggle.

At last I gave in; I had to. I asked if they had a misfit suit that had been thrown on their hands.

The fellow I spoke to nodded his head towards another fellow, and gave me no answer.

I went to the indicated fellow, and he indicated another fellow with his head, and no words. I went to him, and he said:

"Tend to you presently."

I waited till he was done with what he was at, then he took me into a back room, and overhauled (彻底检查) a pile of rejected (不合格的) suits, and selected the rattiest one for me.


I put it on. It didn't fit, and wasn't in any way attractive, but it was new, and I was anxious to have it;

so I didn't find any fault, but said, with some diffidence:

"It would be an accommodation to me if you could wait some days for the money. I haven't any small change about me."

The fellow worked up a most sarcastic (尖刻的) expression of countenance (表情), and said:

"Oh, you haven't? Well, of course, I didn't expect it. I'd only expect gentlemen like you to carry large change."

I was nettled (惹恼), and said:

"My friend, you shouldn't judge a stranger always by the clothes he wears. I am quite able to pay for this suit;

"I simply didn't wish to put you to the trouble of changing a large note."


He modified (改变) his style a little at that, and said, though still with something of an air:

"I didn't mean any particular harm, but as long as rebukes are going, I might say it wasn't quite your affair to jump to the conclusion that we couldn't change any note that you might happen to be carrying around. On the contrary, we can."


I handed the note to him, and said:

"Oh, very well; I apologize."

He received it with a smile, one of those large smiles which goes all around over, and has folds in it, and wrinkles, and spirals, and looks like the place where you have thrown a brick in a pond;

and then in the act of his taking a glimpse of the bill this smile froze solid, and turned yellow, and looked like those wormy spreads of lava which you find hardened on little levels on the side of Vesuvius. {2}

I never before saw a smile caught like that, and perpetuated (永久存在).

The man stood there holding the bill, and looking like that, and the proprietor (业主) hustled up to see what was the matter, and said, briskly:

"Well, what's up? What's the trouble? What's wanting?"

I said: "There isn't any trouble. I'm waiting for my change."

"Come, come; get him his change, Tod; get him his change."

Tod retorted: "Get him his change! It's easy to say, sir; but look at the bill yourself."

The proprietor took a look, gave a low, eloquent whistle, then made a dive for the pile of rejected clothing, and began to snatch it this way and that, talking all the time excitedly, and as if to himself:

"Sell an eccentric millionaire such an unspeakable suit as that! Tod's a fool -- a born fool. Always doing something like this.


"Drives every millionaire away from this place, because he can't tell a millionaire from a tramp, and never could.

"Ah, here's the thing I am after. Please get those things off, sir, and throw them in the fire.

"Do me the favor to put on this shirt and this suit; it's just the thing, the very thing -- plain, rich, modest, and just ducally nobby; made to order for a foreign prince -- you may know him, sir, his Serene Highness the Hospodar of Halifax; {3}

"had to leave it with us and take a mourning-suit because his mother was going to die-which she didn't.

"But that's all right; we can't always have things the way we-that is, the way they -- there! trousers all right, they fit you to a charm, sir; now the waistcoat; aha, right again! now the coat-lord!

"Look at that, now! Perfect -- the whole thing! I never saw such a triumph in all my experience."