Several clues to the next characters of the castle are given in this chapter. Flay approaches one of the portraits in the octagonal room, pushes the frame to one side, to reveal a round hole in the panelling;-
From his vantage point he was able to get a clear view of three doors in a corridor, the central one belonging to the chamber of her Ladyship, the seventy sixth Countess of Groan. It was stained black and had painted upon it an enormous White cat. The wall of the landing was covered with pictures of birds and there were three engravings of cacti in bloom. This door was shut, but as Flay watched the doors on either side were being constantly opened and closed and figures moved quickly in and out or up and down the landing or conversed with many gesticulations or stood with their chins in their curled palms of their hands as though in profound medication.
We are then introduced to Dr Prunsquallor and Lord Sepulchrave. The whinneying laugh which the Dr interjects into his dialogue is strange (to say the least). But this gives his character a uniqueness – it’s the sort of individuality that Dickens imbues in his own characters – a kind of quirkyness which Dickens exploits mercilessly. I adore the description of the neighing Dr Prunsquallor;-
His great vague eyes swam about beneath the magnifying lenses like a pair of jellyfish seen through a fathom of water. His dark grey hair was brushed out over his eyes like a thatch. For all the indignity of his position it was with a great sense of style that he became seated following with his eyes the gentleman who had begun to walk around him slowly………
There is not much detail of Lord Sepulchrave’s personality, except that he carries a silver stick with a black jade knob and is prone to melancholia. But more about him later.
“Still here are you? Still following me?”
“You suggested that I should,” said Steerpike.
“Ch! Ch!” said Flay, “What do you want Swelter’s boy?”
“Nauseating Swelter,’ said Steerpike between his teeth but with one eye on Mr Flay, “vile Swelter.”
There was a pause during which Steerpike tapped the iron banister with his thumb nail.
“Name?” said Mr Flay.
“My name?” asked Steerpike.
“Your name, yes, your name. I know what my name is.” Mr Flay put a knuckly hand on the banisters preparatory to mounting the stairs again, but waited, frowning over his shoulder, for the reply.
“Steerpike sir,” said the boy.
“Queerpike eh? eh?” said Flay.
“What for?” said Flay.
“I beg your pardon?”
“What for, eh? Two Squeertikes, two of you. Twice over. What for? One’s enough for a Swelter’s boy.”……..
Apart from this early misunderstanding, these two characters come to understand each other only too well…..
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