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Chapter 14
Paul grows more and more Old-fashioned, and goes Home for the Holidays
When the Midsummer vacation approached, no indecent manifestations of joy were exhibited by the leaden-eyed young gentlemen assembled at Doctor Blimber's. Any such violent expression as 'breaking up,' would have been quite inapplicable to that polite establishment. The young gentlemen oozed away, semi-annually, to their own homes; but they never broke up. They would have scorned the action.
Tozer, who was constantly galled and tormented by a starched white cambric neckerchief, which he wore at the express desire of Mrs Tozer, his parent, who, designing him for the Church, was of opinion that he couldn't be in that forward state of preparation too soon - Tozer said, indeed, that choosing between two evils, he thought he would rather stay where he was, than go home. However inconsistent this declaration might appear with that passage in Tozer's Essay on the subject, wherein he had observed 'that the thoughts of home and all its recollections, awakened in his mind the most pleasing emotions of anticipation and delight,' and had also likened himself to a Roman General, flushed with a recent victory over the Iceni, or laden with Carthaginian spoil, advancing within a few hours' march of the Capitol, presupposed, for the purposes of the simile, to be the dwelling-place of Mrs Tozer, still it was very sincerely made. For it seemed that Tozer had a dreadful Uncle, who not only volunteered examinations of him, in the holidays, on abstruse points, but twisted innocent events and things, and wrenched them to the same fell purpose. So that if this Uncle took him to the Play, or, on a similar pretence of kindness, carried him to see a Giant, or a Dwarf, or a Conjuror, or anything, Tozer knew he had read up some classical allusion to the subject beforehand, and was thrown into a state of mortal apprehension: not foreseeing where he might break out, or what authority he might not quote against him.
As to Briggs, his father made no show of artifice about it. He never would leave him alone. So numerous and severe were the mental trials of that unfortunate youth in vacation time, that the friends of the family (then resident near Bayswater, London) seldom approached the ornamental piece of water in Kensington Gardens,' without a vague expectation of seeing Master Briggs's hat floating on the surface, and an unfinished exercise lying on the bank. Briggs, therefore, was not at all sanguine on the subject of holidays; and these two sharers of little Paul's bedroom were so fair a sample of the young gentlemen in general, that the most elastic among them contemplated the arrival of those festive periods with genteel resignation.
It was far otherwise with little Paul. The end of these first holidays was to witness his separation from Florence, but who ever looked forward to the end of holidays whose beginning was not yet come! Not Paul, assuredly. As the happy time drew near, the lions and tigers climbing up the bedroom walls became quite tame and frolicsome. The grim sly faces in the squares and diamonds of the floor-cloth, relaxed and peeped out at him with less wicked eyes. The grave old clock had more of personal interest in the tone of its formal inquiry; and the restless sea went rolling on all night, to the sounding of a melancholy strain - yet it was pleasant too - that rose and fell with the waves, and rocked him, as it were, to sleep.
Mr Feeder, B.A., seemed to think that he, too, would enjoy the holidays very much. Mr Toots projected a life of holidays from that time forth; for, as he regularly informed Paul every day, it was his 'last half' at Doctor Blimber's, and he was going to begin to come into his property directly.
It was perfectly understood between Paul and Mr Toots, that they were intimate friends, notwithstanding their distance in point of years and station. As the vacation approached, and Mr Toots breathed harder and stared oftener in Paul's society, than he had done before, Paul knew that he meant he was sorry they were going to lose sight of each other, and felt very much obliged to him for his patronage and good opinion.
It was even understood by Doctor Blimber, Mrs Blimber, and Miss Blimber, as well as by the young gentlemen in general, that Toots had somehow constituted himself protector and guardian of Dombey, and the circumstance became so notorious, even to Mrs Pipchin, that the good old creature cherished feelings of bitterness and jealousy against Toots; and, in the sanctuary of her own home, repeatedly denounced him as a 'chuckle-headed noodle.' Whereas the innocent Toots had no more idea of awakening Mrs Pipchin's wrath, than he had of any other definite possibility or proposition. On the contrary, he was disposed to consider her rather a remarkable character, with many points of interest about her. For this reason he smiled on her with so much urbanity, and asked her how she did, so often, in the course of her visits to little Paul, that at last she one night told him plainly, she wasn't used to it, whatever he might think; and she could not, and she would not bear it, either from himself or any other puppy then existing: at which unexpected acknowledgment of his civilities, Mr Toots was so alarmed that he secreted himself in a retired spot until she had gone. Nor did he ever again face the doughty Mrs Pipchin, under Doctor Blimber's roof.
They were within two or three weeks of the holidays, when, one day, Cornelia Blimber called Paul into her room, and said, 'Dombey, I am going to send home your analysis.'
'Thank you, Ma'am,' returned Paul.
'You know what I mean, do you, Dombey?' inquired Miss Blimber, looking hard at him, through the spectacles.
'No, Ma'am,' said Paul.
'Dombey, Dombey,' said Miss Blimber, 'I begin to be afraid you are a sad boy. When you don't know the meaning of an expression, why don't you seek for information?'
'Mrs Pipchin told me I wasn't to ask questions,' returned Paul.
'I must beg you not to mention Mrs Pipchin to me, on any account, Dombey,' returned Miss Blimber. 'I couldn't think of allowing it. The course of study here, is very far removed from anything of that sort. A repetition of such allusions would make it necessary for me to request to hear, without a mistake, before breakfast-time to-morrow morning, from Verbum personale down to simillimia cygno.'
'I didn't mean, Ma'am - ' began little Paul.
'I must trouble you not to tell me that you didn't mean, if you please, Dombey,' said Miss Blimber, who preserved an awful politeness in her admonitions. 'That is a line of argument I couldn't dream of permitting.'
Paul felt it safest to say nothing at all, so he only looked at Miss Blimber's spectacles. Miss Blimber having shaken her head at him gravely, referred to a paper lying before her.
'"Analysis of the character of P. Dombey." If my recollection serves me,' said Miss Blimber breaking off, 'the word analysis as opposed to synthesis, is thus defined by Walker. "The resolution of an object, whether of the senses or of the intellect, into its first elements." As opposed to synthesis, you observe. Now you know what analysis is, Dombey.'
Dombey didn't seem to be absolutely blinded by the light let in upon his intellect, but he made Miss Blimber a little bow.
'"Analysis,"' resumed Miss Blimber, casting her eye over the paper, '"of the character of P. Dombey." I find that the natural capacity of Dombey is extremely good; and that his general disposition to study may be stated in an equal ratio. Thus, taking eight as our standard and highest number, I find these qualities in Dombey stated each at six three-fourths!'
Miss Blimber paused to see how Paul received this news. Being undecided whether six three-fourths meant six pounds fifteen, or sixpence three farthings, or six foot three, or three quarters past six, or six somethings that he hadn't learnt yet, with three unknown something elses over, Paul rubbed his hands and looked straight at Miss Blimber. It happened to answer as well as anything else he could have done; and Cornelia proceeded.
'"Violence two. Selfishness two. Inclination to low company, as evinced in the case of a person named Glubb, originally seven, but since reduced. Gentlemanly demeanour four, and improving with advancing years." Now what I particularly wish to call your attention to, Dombey, is the general observation at the close of this analysis.'
Paul set himself to follow it with great care.
'"It may be generally observed of Dombey,"' said Miss Blimber, reading in a loud voice, and at every second word directing her spectacles towards the little figure before her: '"that his abilities and inclinations are good, and that he has made as much progress as under the circumstances could have been expected. But it is to be lamented of this young gentleman that he is singular (what is usually termed old-fashioned) in his character and conduct, and that, without presenting anything in either which distinctly calls for reprobation, he is often very unlike other young gentlemen of his age and social position." Now, Dombey,' said Miss Blimber, laying down the paper, 'do you understand that?'
'I think I do, Ma'am,' said Paul.
'This analysis, you see, Dombey,' Miss Blimber continued, 'is going to be sent home to your respected parent. It will naturally be very painful to him to find that you are singular in your character and conduct. It is naturally painful to us; for we can't like you, you know, Dombey, as well as we could wish.'
She touched the child upon a tender point. He had secretly become more and more solicitous from day to day, as the time of his departure drew more near, that all the house should like him. From some hidden reason, very imperfectly understood by himself - if understood at all - he felt a gradually increasing impulse of affection, towards almost everything and everybody in the place. He could not bear to think that they would be quite indifferent to him when he was gone. He wanted them to remember him kindly; and he had made it his business even to conciliate a great hoarse shaggy dog, chained up at the back of the house, who had previously been the terror of his life: that even he might miss him when he was no longer there.
Little thinking that in this, he only showed again the difference between himself and his compeers, poor tiny Paul set it forth to Miss Blimber as well as he could, and begged her, in despite of the official analysis, to have the goodness to try and like him. To Mrs Blimber, who had joined them, he preferred the same petition: and when that lady could not forbear, even in his presence, from giving utterance to her often-repeated opinion, that he was an odd child, Paul told her that he was sure she was quite right; that he thought it must be his bones, but he didn't know; and that he hoped she would overlook it, for he was fond of them all.
'Not so fond,' said Paul, with a mixture of timidity and perfect frankness, which was one of the most peculiar and most engaging qualities of the child, 'not so fond as I am of Florence, of course; that could never be. You couldn't expect that, could you, Ma'am?'
'Oh! the old-fashioned little soul!' cried Mrs Blimber, in a whisper.
'But I like everybody here very much,' pursued Paul, 'and I should grieve to go away, and think that anyone was glad that I was gone, or didn't care.'
Mrs Blimber was now quite sure that Paul was the oddest child in the world; and when she told the Doctor what had passed, the Doctor did not controvert his wife's opinion. But he said, as he had said before, when Paul first came, that study would do much; and he also said, as he had said on that occasion, 'Bring him on, Cornelia! Bring him on!'
Cornelia had always brought him on as vigorously as she could; and Paul had had a hard life of it. But over and above the getting through his tasks, he had long had another purpose always present to him, and to which he still held fast. It was, to be a gentle, useful, quiet little fellow, always striving to secure the love and attachment of the rest; and though he was yet often to be seen at his old post on the stairs, or watching the waves and clouds from his solitary window, he was oftener found, too, among the other boys, modestly rendering them some little voluntary service. Thus it came to pass, that even among those rigid and absorbed young anchorites, who mortified themselves beneath the roof of Doctor Blimber, Paul was an object of general interest; a fragile little plaything that they all liked, and that no one would have thought of treating roughly. But he could not change his nature, or rewrite the analysis; and so they all agreed that Dombey was old-fashioned.
There were some immunities, however, attaching to the character enjoyed by no one else. They could have better spared a newer-fashioned child, and that alone was much. When the others only bowed to Doctor Blimber and family on retiring for the night, Paul would stretch out his morsel of a hand, and boldly shake the Doctor's; also Mrs Blimber's; also Cornelia's. If anybody was to be begged off from impending punishment, Paul was always the delegate. The weak-eyed young man himself had once consulted him, in reference to a little breakage of glass and china. And it was darKly rumoured that the butler, regarding him with favour such as that stern man had never shown before to mortal boy, had sometimes mingled porter with his table-beer to make him strong.
Over and above these extensive privileges, Paul had free right of entry to Mr Feeder's room, from which apartment he had twice led Mr Toots into the open air in a state of faintness, consequent on an unsuccessful attempt to smoke a very blunt cigar: one of a bundle which that young gentleman had covertly purchased on the shingle from a most desperate smuggler, who had acknowledged, in confidence, that two hundred pounds was the price set upon his head, dead or alive, by the Custom House. It was a snug room, Mr Feeder's, with his bed in another little room inside of it; and a flute, which Mr Feeder couldn't play yet, but was going to make a point of learning, he said, hanging up over the fireplace. There were some books in it, too, and a fishing-rod; for Mr Feeder said he should certainly make a point of learning to fish, when he could find time. Mr Feeder had amassed, with similar intentions, a beautiful little curly secondhand key-bugle, a chess-board and men, a Spanish Grammar, a set of sketching materials, and a pair of boxing-gloves. The art of self-defence Mr Feeder said he should undoubtedly make a point of learning, as he considered it the duty of every man to do; for it might lead to the protection of a female in distress. But Mr Feeder's great possession was a large green jar of snuff, which Mr Toots had brought down as a present, at the close of the last vacation; and for which he had paid a high price, having been the genuine property of the Prince Regent. Neither Mr Toots nor Mr Feeder could partake of this or any other snuff, even in the most stinted and moderate degree, without being seized with convulsions of sneezing. Nevertheless it was their great delight to moisten a box-full with cold tea, stir it up on a piece of parchment with a paper-knife, and devote themselves to its consumption then and there. In the course of which cramming of their noses, they endured surprising torments with the constancy of martyrs: and, drinking table-beer at intervals, felt all the glories of dissipation.
To little Paul sitting silent in their company, and by the side of his chief patron, Mr Toots, there was a dread charm in these reckless occasions: and when Mr Feeder spoke of the dark mysteries of London, and told Mr Toots that he was going to observe it himself closely in all its ramifications in the approaching holidays, and for that purpose had made arrangements to board with two old maiden ladies at Peckham, Paul regarded him as if he were the hero of some book of travels or wild adventure, and was almost afraid of such a slashing person.
Going into this room one evening, when the holidays were very near, Paul found Mr Feeder filling up the blanks in some printed letters, while some others, already filled up and strewn before him, were being folded and sealed by Mr Toots. Mr Feeder said, 'Aha, Dombey, there you are, are you?' - for they were always kind to him, and glad to see him - and then said, tossing one of the letters towards him, 'And there you are, too, Dombey. That's yours.'
'Mine, Sir?' said Paul.
'Your invitation,' returned Mr Feeder.
Paul, looking at it, found, in copper-plate print, with the exception of his own name and the date, which were in Mr Feeder's penmanship, that Doctor and Mrs Blimber requested the pleasure of Mr P. Dombey's company at an early party on Wednesday Evening the Seventeenth Instant; and that the hour was half-past seven o'clock; and that the object was Quadrilles. Mr Toots also showed him, by holding up a companion sheet of paper, that Doctor and Mrs Blimber requested the pleasure of Mr Toots's company at an early party on Wednesday Evening the Seventeenth Instant, when the hour was half-past seven o'clock, and when the object was Quadrilles. He also found, on glancing at the table where Mr Feeder sat, that the pleasure of Mr Briggs's company, and of Mr Tozer's company, and of every young gentleman's company, was requested by Doctor and Mrs Blimber on the same genteel Occasion.
Mr Feeder then told him, to his great joy, that his sister was invited, and that it was a half-yearly event, and that, as the holidays began that day, he could go away with his sister after the party, if he liked, which Paul interrupted him to say he would like, very much. Mr Feeder then gave him to understand that he would be expected to inform Doctor and Mrs Blimber, in superfine small-hand, that Mr P. Dombey would be happy to have the honour of waiting on them, in accordance with their polite invitation. Lastly, Mr Feeder said, he had better not refer to the festive occasion, in the hearing of Doctor and Mrs Blimber; as these preliminaries, and the whole of the arrangements, were conducted on principles of classicality and high breeding; and that Doctor and Mrs Blimber on the one hand, and the young gentlemen on the other, were supposed, in their scholastic capacities, not to have the least idea of what was in the wind.
Paul thanked Mr Feeder for these hints, and pocketing his invitation, sat down on a stool by the side of Mr Toots, as usual. But Paul's head, which had long been ailing more or less, and was sometimes very heavy and painful, felt so uneasy that night, that he was obliged to support it on his hand. And yet it dropped so, that by little and little it sunk on Mr Toots's knee, and rested there, as if it had no care to be ever lifted up again.
That was no reason why he should be deaf; but he must have been, he thought, for, by and by, he heard Mr Feeder calling in his ear, and gently shaking him to rouse his attention. And when he raised his head, quite scared, and looked about him, he found that Doctor Blimber had come into the room; and that the window was open, and that his forehead was wet with sprinkled water; though how all this had been done without his knowledge, was very curious indeed.
'Ah! Come, come! That's well! How is my little friend now?' said Doctor Blimber, encouragingly.
'Oh, quite well, thank you, Sir,' said Paul.
But there seemed to be something the matter with the floor, for he couldn't stand upon it steadily; and with the walls too, for they were inclined to turn round and round, and could only be stopped by being looked at very hard indeed. Mr Toots's head had the appearance of being at once bigger and farther off than was quite natural; and when he took Paul in his arms, to carry him upstairs, Paul observed with astonishment that the door was in quite a different place from that in which he had expected to find it, and almost thought, at first, that Mr Toots was going to walk straight up the chimney.
It was very kind of Mr Toots to carry him to the top of the house so tenderly; and Paul told him that it was. But Mr Toots said he would do a great deal more than that, if he could; and indeed he did more as it was: for he helped Paul to undress, and helped him to bed, in the kindest manner possible, and then sat down by the bedside and chuckled very much; while Mr Feeder, B.A., leaning over the bottom of the bedstead, set all the little bristles on his head bolt upright with his bony hands, and then made believe to spar at Paul with great science, on account of his being all right again, which was so uncommonly facetious, and kind too in Mr Feeder, that Paul, not being able to make up his mind whether it was best to laugh or cry at him, did both at once.
How Mr Toots melted away, and Mr Feeder changed into Mrs Pipchin, Paul never thought of asking; neither was he at all curious to know; but when he saw Mrs Pipchin standing at the bottom of the bed, instead of Mr Feeder, he cried out, 'Mrs Pipchin, don't tell Florence!'
'Don't tell Florence what, my little Paul?' said Mrs Pipchin, coming round to the bedside, and sitting down in the chair.
'About me,' said Paul.
'No, no,' said Mrs Pipchin.
'What do you think I mean to do when I grow up, Mrs Pipchin?' inquired Paul, turning his face towards her on his pillow, and resting his chin wistfully on his folded hands.
Mrs Pipchin couldn't guess.
'I mean,' said Paul, 'to put my money all together in one Bank, never try to get any more, go away into the country with my darling Florence, have a beautiful garden, fields, and woods, and live there with her all my life!'
'Indeed!' cried Mrs Pipchin.
'Yes,' said Paul. 'That's what I mean to do, when I - ' He stopped, and pondered for a moment.
Mrs Pipchin's grey eye scanned his thoughtful face.
'If I grow up,' said Paul. Then he went on immediately to tell Mrs Pipchin all about the party, about Florence's invitation, about the pride he would have in the admiration that would be felt for her by all the boys, about their being so kind to him and fond of him, about his being so fond of them, and about his being so glad of it. Then he told Mrs Pipchin about the analysis, and about his being certainly old-fashioned, and took Mrs Pipchin's opinion on that point, and whether she knew why it was, and what it meant. Mrs Pipchin denied the fact altogether, as the shortest way of getting out of the difficulty; but Paul was far from satisfied with that reply, and looked so searchingly at Mrs Pipchin for a truer answer, that she was obliged to get up and look out of the window to avoid his eyes.
There was a certain calm Apothecary, 'who attended at the establishment when any of the young gentlemen were ill, and somehow he got into the room and appeared at the bedside, with Mrs Blimber. How they came there, or how long they had been there, Paul didn't know; but when he saw them, he sat up in bed, and answered all the Apothecary's questions at full length, and whispered to him that Florence was not to know anything about it, if he pleased, and that he had set his mind upon her coming to the party. He was very chatty with the Apothecary, and they parted excellent friends. Lying down again with his eyes shut, he heard the Apothecary say, out of the room and quite a long way off - or he dreamed it - that there was a want of vital power (what was that, Paul wondered!) and great constitutional weakness. That as the little fellow had set his heart on parting with his school-mates on the seventeenth, it would be better to indulge the fancy if he grew no worse. That he was glad to hear from Mrs Pipchin, that the little fellow would go to his friends in London on the eighteenth. That he would write to Mr Dombey, when he should have gained a better knowledge of the case, and before that day. That there was no immediate cause for - what? Paul lost that word And that the little fellow had a fine mind, but was an old-fashioned boy.
What old fashion could that be, Paul wondered with a palpitating heart, that was so visibly expressed in him; so plainly seen by so many people!
He could neither make it out, nor trouble himself long with the effort. Mrs Pipchin was again beside him, if she had ever been away (he thought she had gone out with the Doctor, but it was all a dream perhaps), and presently a bottle and glass got into her hands magically, and she poured out the contents for him. After that, he had some real good jelly, which Mrs Blimber brought to him herself; and then he was so well, that Mrs Pipchin went home, at his urgent solicitation, and Briggs and Tozer came to bed. Poor Briggs grumbled terribly about his own analysis, which could hardly have discomposed him more if it had been a chemical process; but he was very good to Paul, and so was Tozer, and so were all the rest, for they every one looked in before going to bed, and said, 'How are you now, Dombey?' 'Cheer up, little Dombey!' and so forth. After Briggs had got into bed, he lay awake for a long time, still bemoaning his analysis, and saying he knew it was all wrong, and they couldn't have analysed a murderer worse, and - how would Doctor Blimber like it if his pocket-money depended on it? It was very easy, Briggs said, to make a galley-slave of a boy all the half-year, and then score him up idle; and to crib two dinners a-week out of his board, and then score him up greedy; but that wasn't going to be submitted to, he believed, was it? Oh! Ah!
Before the weak-eyed young man performed on the gong next morning, he came upstairs to Paul and told him he was to lie still, which Paul very gladly did. Mrs Pipchin reappeared a little before the Apothecary, and a little after the good young woman whom Paul had seen cleaning the stove on that first morning (how long ago it seemed now!) had brought him his breakfast. There was another consultation a long way off, or else Paul dreamed it again; and then the Apothecary, coming back with Doctor and Mrs Blimber, said:
'Yes, I think, Doctor Blimber, we may release this young gentleman from his books just now; the vacation being so very near at hand.'
'By all means,' said Doctor Blimber. 'My love, you will inform Cornelia, if you please.'
'Assuredly,' said Mrs Blimber.
The Apothecary bending down, looked closely into Paul's eyes, and felt his head, and his pulse, and his heart, with so much interest and care, that Paul said, 'Thank you, Sir.'
'Our little friend,' observed Doctor Blimber, 'has never complained.'
'Oh no!' replied the Apothecary. 'He was not likely to complain.'
'You find him greatly better?' said Doctor Blimber.
'Oh! he is greatly better, Sir,' returned the Apothecary.
Paul had begun to speculate, in his own odd way, on the subject that might occupy the Apothecary's mind just at that moment; so musingly had he answered the two questions of Doctor Blimber. But the Apothecary happening to meet his little patient's eyes, as the latter set off on that mental expedition, and coming instantly out of his abstraction with a cheerful smile, Paul smiled in return and abandoned it.
He lay in bed all that day, dozing and dreaming, and looking at Mr Toots; but got up on the next, and went downstairs. Lo and behold, there was something the matter with the great clock; and a workman on a pair of steps had taken its face off, and was poking instruments into the works by the light of a candle! This was a great event for Paul, who sat down on the bottom stair, and watched the operation attentively: now and then glancing at the clock face, leaning all askew, against the wall hard by, and feeling a little confused by a suspicion that it was ogling him.
The workman on the steps was very civil; and as he said, when he observed Paul, 'How do you do, Sir?' Paul got into conversation with him, and told him he hadn't been quite well lately. The ice being thus broken, Paul asked him a multitude of questions about chimes and clocks: as, whether people watched up in the lonely church steeples by night to make them strike, and how the bells were rung when people died, and whether those were different bells from wedding bells, or only sounded dismal in the fancies of the living. Finding that his new acquaintance was not very well informed on the subject of the Curfew Bell of ancient days, Paul gave him an account of that institution; and also asked him, as a practical man, what he thought about King Alfred's idea of measuring time by the burning of candles; to which the workman replied, that he thought it would be the ruin of the clock trade if it was to come up again. In fine, Paul looked on, until the clock had quite recovered its familiar aspect, and resumed its sedate inquiry; when the workman, putting away his tools in a long basket, bade him good day, and went away. Though not before he had whispered something, on the door-mat, to the footman, in which there was the phrase 'old-fashioned' - for Paul heard it. What could that old fashion be, that seemed to make the people sorry! What could it be!
Having nothing to learn now, he thought of this frequently; though not so often as he might have done, if he had had fewer things to think of. But he had a great many; and was always thinking, all day long.
First, there was Florence coming to the party. Florence would see that the boys were fond of him; and that would make her happy. This was his great theme. Let Florence once be sure that they were gentle and good to him, and that he had become a little favourite among them, and then the would always think of the time he had passed there, without being very sorry. Florence might be all the happier too for that, perhaps, when he came back.
When he came back! Fifty times a day, his noiseless little feet went up the stairs to his own room, as he collected every book, and scrap, and trifle that belonged to him, and put them all together there, down to the minutest thing, for taking home! There was no shade of coming back on little Paul; no preparation for it, or other reference to it, grew out of anything he thought or did, except this slight one in connexion with his sister. On the contrary, he had to think of everything familiar to him, in his contemplative moods and in his wanderings about the house, as being to be parted with; and hence the many things he had to think of, all day long.
He had to peep into those rooms upstairs, and think how solitary they would be when he was gone, and wonder through how many silent days, weeks, months, and years, they would continue just as grave and undisturbed. He had to think - would any other child (old-fashioned, like himself stray there at any time, to whom the same grotesque distortions of pattern and furniture would manifest themselves; and would anybody tell that boy of little Dombey, who had been there once? He had to think of a portrait on the stairs, which always looked earnestly after him as he went away, eyeing it over his shoulder; and which, when he passed it in the company of anyone, still seemed to gaze at him, and not at his companion. He had much to think of, in association with a print that hung up in another place, where, in the centre of a wondering group, one figure that he knew, a figure with a light about its head - benignant, mild, and merciful - stood pointing upward.
At his own bedroom window, there were crowds of thoughts that mixed with these, and came on, one upon another, like the rolling waves. Where those wild birds lived, that were always hovering out at sea in troubled weather; where the clouds rose and first began; whence the wind issued on its rushing flight, and where it stopped; whether the spot where he and Florence had so often sat, and watched, and talked about these things, could ever be exactly as it used to be without them; whether it could ever be the same to Florence, if he were in some distant place, and she were sitting there alone.
He had to think, too, of Mr Toots, and Mr Feeder, B.A., of all the boys; and of Doctor Blimber, Mrs Blimber, and Miss Blimber; of home, and of his aunt and Miss Tox; of his father; Dombey and Son, Walter with the poor old Uncle who had got the money he wanted, and that gruff-voiced Captain with the iron hand. Besides all this, he had a number of little visits to pay, in the course of the day; to the schoolroom, to Doctor Blimber's study, to Mrs Blimber's private apartment, to Miss Blimber's, and to the dog. For he was free of the whole house now, to range it as he chose; and, in his desire to part with everybody on affectionate terms, he attended, in his way, to them all. Sometimes he found places in books for Briggs, who was always losing them; sometimes he looked up words in dictionaries for other young gentlemen who were in extremity; sometimes he held skeins of silk for Mrs Blimber to wind; sometimes he put Cornelia's desk to rights; sometimes he would even creep into the Doctor's study, and, sitting on the carpet near his learned feet, turn the globes softly, and go round the world, or take a flight among the far-off stars.
In those days immediately before the holidays, in short, when the other young gentlemen were labouring for dear life through a general resumption of the studies of the whole half-year, Paul was such a privileged pupil as had never been seen in that house before. He could hardly believe it himself; but his liberty lasted from hour to hour, and from day to day; and little Dombey was caressed by everyone. Doctor Blimber was so particular about him, that he requested Johnson to retire from the dinner-table one day, for having thoughtlessly spoken to him as 'poor little Dombey;' which Paul thought rather hard and severe, though he had flushed at the moment, and wondered why Johnson should pity him. It was the more questionable justice, Paul thought, in the Doctor, from his having certainly overheard that great authority give his assent on the previous evening, to the proposition (stated by Mrs Blimber) that poor dear little Dombey was more old-fashioned than ever. And now it was that Paul began to think it must surely be old-fashioned to be very thin, and light, and easily tired, and soon disposed to lie down anywhere and rest; for he couldn't help feeling that these were more and more his habits every day.
At last the party-day arrived; and Doctor Blimber said at breakfast, 'Gentlemen, we will resume our studies on the twenty-fifth of next month.' Mr Toots immediately threw off his allegiance, and put on his ring: and mentioning the Doctor in casual conversation shortly afterwards, spoke of him as 'Blimber'! This act of freedom inspired the older pupils with admiration and envy; but the younger spirits were appalled, and seemed to marvel that no beam fell down and crushed him.
Not the least allusion was made to the ceremonies of the evening, either at breakfast or at dinner; but there was a bustle in the house all day, and in the course of his perambulations, Paul made acquaintance with various strange benches and candlesticks, and met a harp in a green greatcoat standing on the landing outside the drawing-room door. There was something queer, too, about Mrs Blimber's head at dinner-time, as if she had screwed her hair up too tight; and though Miss Blimber showed a graceful bunch of plaited hair on each temple, she seemed to have her own little curls in paper underneath, and in a play-bill too; for Paul read 'Theatre Royal' over one of her sparkling spectacles, and 'Brighton' over the other.
There was a grand array of white waistcoats and cravats in the young gentlemen's bedrooms as evening approached; and such a smell of singed hair, that Doctor Blimber sent up the footman with his compliments, and wished to know if the house was on fire. But it was only the hairdresser curling the young gentlemen, and over-heating his tongs in the ardour of business.
When Paul was dressed - which was very soon done, for he felt unwell and drowsy, and was not able to stand about it very long - he went down into the drawing-room; where he found Doctor Blimber pacing up and down the room full dressed, but with a dignified and unconcerned demeanour, as if he thought it barely possible that one or two people might drop in by and by. Shortly afterwards, Mrs Blimber appeared, looking lovely, Paul thought; and attired in such a number of skirts that it was quite an excursion to walk round her. Miss Blimber came down soon after her Mama; a little squeezed in appearance, but very charming.
Mr Toots and Mr Feeder were the next arrivals. Each of these gentlemen brought his hat in his hand, as if he lived somewhere else; and when they were announced by the butler, Doctor Blimber said, 'Ay, ay, ay! God bless my soul!' and seemed extremely glad to see them. Mr Toots was one blaze of jewellery and buttons; and he felt the circumstance so strongly, that when he had shaken hands with the Doctor, and had bowed to Mrs Blimber and Miss Blimber, he took Paul aside, and said, 'What do you think of this, Dombey?'
But notwithstanding this modest confidence in himself, Mr Toots appeared to be involved in a good deal of uncertainty whether, on the whole, it was judicious to button the bottom button of his waistcoat, and whether, on a calm revision of all the circumstances, it was best to wear his waistbands turned up or turned down. Observing that Mr Feeder's were turned up, Mr Toots turned his up; but the waistbands of the next arrival being turned down, Mr Toots turned his down. The differences in point of waistcoat-buttoning, not only at the bottom, but at the top too, became so numerous and complicated as the arrivals thickened, that Mr Toots was continually fingering that article of dress, as if he were performing on some instrument; and appeared to find the incessant execution it demanded, quite bewildering. All the young gentlemen, tightly cravatted, curled, and pumped, and with their best hats in their hands, having been at different times announced and introduced, Mr Baps, the dancing-master, came, accompanied by Mrs Baps, to whom Mrs Blimber was extremely kind and condescending. Mr Baps was a very grave gentleman, with a slow and measured manner of speaking; and before he had stood under the lamp five minutes, he began to talk to Toots (who had been silently comparing pumps with him) about what you were to do with your raw materials when they came into your ports in return for your drain of gold. Mr Toots, to whom the question seemed perplexing, suggested 'Cook 'em.' But Mr Baps did not appear to think that would do.
Paul now slipped away from the cushioned corner of a sofa, which had been his post of observation, and went downstairs into the tea-room to be ready for Florence, whom he had not seen for nearly a fortnight, as he had remained at Doctor Blimber's on the previous Saturday and Sunday, lest he should take cold. Presently she came: looking so beautiful in her simple ball dress, with her fresh flowers in her hand, that when she knelt down on the ground to take Paul round the neck and kiss him (for there was no one there, but his friend and another young woman waiting to serve out the tea), he could hardly make up his mind to let her go again, or to take away her bright and loving eyes from his face.
'But what is the matter, Floy?' asked Paul, almost sure that he saw a tear there.
'Nothing, darling; nothing,' returned Florence.
Paul touched her cheek gently with his finger - and it was a tear! 'Why, Floy!' said he.
'We'll go home together, and I'll nurse you, love,' said Florence.
'Nurse me!' echoed Paul.
Paul couldn't understand what that had to do with it, nor why the two young women looked on so seriously, nor why Florence turned away her face for a moment, and then turned it back, lighted up again with smiles.
'Floy,' said Paul, holding a ringlet of her dark hair in his hand. 'Tell me, dear, Do you think I have grown old-fashioned?'
His sister laughed, and fondled him, and told him 'No.'
'Because I know they say so,' returned Paul, 'and I want to know what they mean, Floy.' But a loud double knock coming at the door, and Florence hurrying to the table, there was no more said between them. Paul wondered again when he saw his friend whisper to Florence, as if she were comforting her; but a new arrival put that out of his head speedily.
It was Sir Barnet Skettles, Lady Skettles, and Master Skettles. Master Skettles was to be a new boy after the vacation, and Fame had been busy, in Mr Feeder's room, with his father, who was in the House of Commons, and of whom Mr Feeder had said that when he did catch the Speaker's eye (which he had been expected to do for three or four years), it was anticipated that he would rather touch up the Radicals.
'And what room is this now, for instance?' said Lady Skettles to Paul's friend, 'Melia.
'Doctor Blimber's study, Ma'am,' was the reply.
Lady Skettles took a panoramic survey of it through her glass, and said to Sir Barnet Skettles, with a nod of approval, 'Very good.' Sir Barnet assented, but Master Skettles looked suspicious and doubtful.
'And this little creature, now,' said Lady Skettles, turning to Paul. 'Is he one of the
'Young gentlemen, Ma'am; yes, Ma'am,' said Paul's friend.
'And what is your name, my pale child?' said Lady Skettles.
'Dombey,' answered Paul.
Sir Barnet Skettles immediately interposed, and said that he had had the honour of meeting Paul's father at a public dinner, and that he hoped he was very well. Then Paul heard him say to Lady Skettles, 'City - very rich - most respectable - Doctor mentioned it.' And then he said to Paul, 'Will you tell your good Papa that Sir Barnet Skettles rejoiced to hear that he was very well, and sent him his best compliments?'
'Yes, Sir,' answered Paul.
'That is my brave boy,' said Sir Barnet Skettles. 'Barnet,' to Master Skettles, who was revenging himself for the studies to come, on the plum-cake, 'this is a young gentleman you ought to know. This is a young gentleman you may know, Barnet,' said Sir Barnet Skettles, with an emphasis on the permission.
'What eyes! What hair! What a lovely face!' exclaimed Lady Skettles softly, as she looked at Florence through her glass. 'My sister,' said Paul, presenting her.
The satisfaction of the Skettleses was now complex And as Lady Skettles had conceived, at first sight, a liking for Paul, they all went upstairs together: Sir Barnet Skettles taking care of Florence, and young Barnet following.
Young Barnet did not remain long in the background after they had reached the drawing-room, for Dr Blimber had him out in no time, dancing with Florence. He did not appear to Paul to be particularly happy, or particularly anything but sulky, or to care much what he was about; but as Paul heard Lady Skettles say to Mrs Blimber, while she beat time with her fan, that her dear boy was evidently smitten to death by that angel of a child, Miss Dombey, it would seem that Skettles Junior was in a state of bliss, without showing it.
Little Paul thought it a singular coincidence that nobody had occupied his place among the pillows; and that when he came into the room again, they should all make way for him to go back to it, remembering it was his. Nobody stood before him either, when they observed that he liked to see Florence dancing, but they left the space in front quite clear, so that he might follow her with his eyes. They were so kind, too, even the strangers, of whom there were soon a great many, that they came and spoke to him every now and then, and asked him how he was, and if his head ached, and whether he was tired. He was very much obliged to them for all their kindness and attention, and reclining propped up in his corner, with Mrs Blimber and Lady Skettles on the same sofa, and Florence coming and sitting by his side as soon as every dance was ended, he looked on very happily indeed.
Florence would have sat by him all night, and would not have danced at all of her own accord, but Paul made her, by telling her how much it pleased him. And he told her the truth, too; for his small heart swelled, and his face glowed, when he saw how much they all admired her, and how she was the beautiful little rosebud of the room.
From his nest among the pillows, Paul could see and hear almost everything that passed as if the whole were being done for his amusement. Among other little incidents that he observed, he observed Mr Baps the dancing-master get into conversation with Sir Barnet Skettles, and very soon ask him, as he had asked Mr Toots, what you were to do with your raw materials, when they came into your ports in return for your drain of gold - which was such a mystery to Paul that he was quite desirous to know what ought to be done with them. Sir Barnet Skettles had much to say upon the question, and said it; but it did not appear to solve the question, for Mr Baps retorted, Yes, but supposing Russia stepped in with her tallows; which struck Sir Barnet almost dumb, for he could only shake his head after that, and say, Why then you must fall back upon your cottons, he supposed.
Sir Barnet Skettles looked after Mr Baps when he went to cheer up Mrs Baps (who, being quite deserted, was pretending to look over the music-book of the gentleman who played the harp), as if he thought him a remarkable kind of man; and shortly afterwards he said so in those words to Doctor Blimber, and inquired if he might take the liberty of asking who he was, and whether he had ever been in the Board of Trade. Doctor Blimber answered no, he believed not; and that in fact he was a Professor of - '
'Of something connected with statistics, I'll swear?' observed Sir Barnet Skettles.
'Why no, Sir Barnet,' replied Doctor Blimber, rubbing his chin. 'No, not exactly.'
'Figures of some sort, I would venture a bet,' said Sir Barnet Skettles.
'Why yes,' said Doctor Blimber, yes, but not of that sort. Mr Baps is a very worthy sort of man, Sir Barnet, and - in fact he's our Professor of dancing.'
Paul was amazed to see that this piece of information quite altered Sir Barnet Skettles's opinion of Mr Baps, and that Sir Barnet flew into a perfect rage, and glowered at Mr Baps over on the other side of the room. He even went so far as to D Mr Baps to Lady Skettles, in telling her what had happened, and to say that it was like his most con-sum-mate and con-foun-ded impudence.
There was another thing that Paul observed. Mr Feeder, after imbibing several custard-cups of negus, began to enjoy himself. The dancing in general was ceremonious, and the music rather solemn - a little like church music in fact - but after the custard-cups, Mr Feeder told Mr Toots that he was going to throw a little spirit into the thing. After that, Mr Feeder not only began to dance as if he meant dancing and nothing else, but secretly to stimulate the music to perform wild tunes. Further, he became particular in his attentions to the ladies; and dancing with Miss Blimber, whispered to her - whispered to her! - though not so softly but that Paul heard him say this remarkable poetry,
'Had I a heart for falsehood framed,
I ne'er could injure You!' This, Paul heard him repeat to four young ladies, in succession. Well might Mr Feeder say to Mr Toots, that he was afraid he should be the worse for it to-morrow!
Mrs Blimber was a little alarmed by this - comparatively speaking - profligate behaviour; and especially by the alteration in the character of the music, which, beginning to comprehend low melodies that were popular in the streets, might not unnaturally be supposed to give offence to Lady Skettles. But Lady Skettles was so very kind as to beg Mrs Blimber not to mention it; and to receive her explanation that Mr Feeder's spirits sometimes betrayed him into excesses on these occasions, with the greatest courtesy and politeness; observing, that he seemed a very nice sort of person for his situation, and that she particularly liked the unassuming style of his hair - which (as already hinted) was about a quarter of an inch long.
Once, when there was a pause in the dancing, Lady Skettles told Paul that he seemed very fond of music. Paul replied, that he was; and if she was too, she ought to hear his sister, Florence, sing. Lady Skettles presently discovered that she was dying with anxiety to have that gratification; and though Florence was at first very much frightened at being asked to sing before so many people, and begged earnestly to be excused, yet, on Paul calling her to him, and saying, 'Do, Floy! Please! For me, my dear!' she went straight to the piano, and began. When they all drew a little away, that Paul might see her; and when he saw her sitting there all alone, so young, and good, and beautiful, and kind to him; and heard her thrilling voice, so natural and sweet, and such a golden link between him and all his life's love and happiness, rising out of the silence; he turned his face away, and hid his tears. Not, as he told them when they spoke to him, not that the music was too plaintive or too sorrowful, but it was so dear to him.
They all loved Florence. How could they help it! Paul had known beforehand that they must and would; and sitting in his cushioned corner, with calmly folded hands; and one leg loosely doubled under him, few would have thought what triumph and delight expanded his childish bosom while he watched her, or what a sweet tranquillity he felt. Lavish encomiums on 'Dombey's sister' reached his ears from all the boys: admiration of the self-possessed and modest little beauty was on every lip: reports of her intelligence and accomplishments floated past him, constantly; and, as if borne in upon the air of the summer night, there was a half intelligible sentiment diffused around, referring to Florence and himself, and breathing sympathy for both, that soothed and touched him.
He did not know why. For all that the child observed, and felt, and thought, that night - the present and the absent; what was then and what had been - were blended like the colours in the rainbow, or in the plumage of rich birds when the sun is shining on them, or in the softening sky when the same sun is setting. The many things he had had to think of lately, passed before him in the music; not as claiming his attention over again, or as likely evermore to occupy it, but as peacefully disposed of and gone. A solitary window, gazed through years ago, looked out upon an ocean, miles and miles away; upon its waters, fancies, busy with him only yesterday, were hushed and lulled to rest like broken waves. The same mysterious murmur he had wondered at, when lying on his couch upon the beach, he thought he still heard sounding through his sister's song, and through the hum of voices, and the tread of feet, and having some part in the faces flitting by, and even in the heavy gentleness of Mr Toots, who frequently came up to shake him by the hand. Through the universal kindness he still thought he heard it, speaking to him; and even his old-fashioned reputation seemed to be allied to it, he knew not how. Thus little Paul sat musing, listening, looking on, and dreaming; and was very happy.
Until the time arrived for taking leave: and then, indeed, there was a sensation in the party. Sir Barnet Skettles brought up Skettles Junior to shake hands with him, and asked him if he would remember to tell his good Papa, with his best compliments, that he, Sir Barnet Skettles, had said he hoped the two young gentlemen would become intimately acquainted. Lady Skettles kissed him, and patted his hair upon his brow, and held him in her arms; and even Mrs Baps - poor Mrs Baps! Paul was glad of that - came over from beside the music-book of the gentleman who played the harp, and took leave of him quite as heartily as anybody in the room.
'Good-bye, Doctor Blimber,' said Paul, stretching out his hand.
'Good-bye, my little friend,' returned the Doctor.
'I'm very much obliged to you, Sir,' said Paul, looking innocently up into his awful face. 'Ask them to take care of Diogenes, if you please.'
Diogenes was the dog: who had never in his life received a friend into his confidence, before Paul. The Doctor promised that every attention should he paid to Diogenes in Paul's absence, and Paul having again thanked him, and shaken hands with him, bade adieu to Mrs Blimber and Cornelia with such heartfelt earnestness that Mrs Blimber forgot from that moment to mention Cicero to Lady Skettles, though she had fully intended it all the evening. Cornelia, taking both Paul's hands in hers, said,'Dombey, Dombey, you have always been my favourite pupil. God bless you!' And it showed, Paul thought, how easily one might do injustice to a person; for Miss Blimber meant it - though she was a Forcer - and felt it.
A boy then went round among the young gentlemen, of 'Dombey's going!' 'Little Dombey's going!' and there was a general move after Paul and Florence down the staircase and into the hall, in which the whole Blimber family were included. Such a circumstance, Mr Feeder said aloud, as had never happened in the case of any former young gentleman within his experience; but it would be difficult to say if this were sober fact or custard-cups. The servants, with the butler at their head, had all an interest in seeing Little Dombey go; and even the weak-eyed young man, taking out his books and trunks to the coach that was to carry him and Florence to Mrs Pipchin's for the night, melted visibly.
Not even the influence of the softer passion on the young gentlemen - and they all, to a boy, doted on Florence - could restrain them from taking quite a noisy leave of Paul; waving hats after him, pressing downstairs to shake hands with him, crying individually 'Dombey, don't forget me!' and indulging in many such ebullitions of feeling, uncommon among those young Chesterfields. Paul whispered Florence, as she wrapped him up before the door was opened, Did she hear them? Would she ever forget it? Was she glad to know it? And a lively delight was in his eyes as he spoke to her.
Once, for a last look, he turned and gazed upon the faces thus addressed to him, surprised to see how shining and how bright, and numerous they were, and how they were all piled and heaped up, as faces are at crowded theatres. They swam before him as he looked, like faces in an agitated glass; and next moment he was in the dark coach outside, holding close to Florence. From that time, whenever he thought of Doctor Blimber's, it came back as he had seen it in this last view; and it never seemed to be a real place again, but always a dream, full of eyes.
This was not quite the last of Doctor Blimber's, however. There was something else. There was Mr Toots. Who, unexpectedly letting down one of the coach-windows, and looking in, said, with a most egregious chuckle, 'Is Dombey there?' and immediately put it up again, without waiting for an answer. Nor was this quite the last of Mr Toots, even; for before the coachman could drive off, he as suddenly let down the other window, and looking in with a precisely similar chuckle, said in a precisely similar tone of voice, 'Is Dombey there?' and disappeared precisely as before.
How Florence laughed! Paul often remembered it, and laughed himself whenever he did so.
But there was much, soon afterwards - next day, and after that - which Paul could only recollect confusedly. As, why they stayed at Mrs Pipchin's days and nights, instead of going home; why he lay in bed, with Florence sitting by his side; whether that had been his father in the room, or only a tall shadow on the wall; whether he had heard his doctor say, of someone, that if they had removed him before the occasion on which he had built up fancies, strong in proportion to his own weakness, it was very possible he might have pined away.
He could not even remember whether he had often said to Florence, 'Oh Floy, take me home, and never leave me!' but he thought he had. He fancied sometimes he had heard himself repeating, 'Take me home, Floy! take me home!'
But he could remember, when he got home, and was carried up the well-remembered stairs, that there had been the rumbling of a coach for many hours together, while he lay upon the seat, with Florence still beside him, and old Mrs Pipchin sitting opposite. He remembered his old bed too, when they laid him down in it: his aunt, Miss Tox, and Susan: but there was something else, and recent too, that still perplexed him.
'I want to speak to Florence, if you please,' he said. 'To Florence by herself, for a moment!'
She bent down over him, and the others stood away.
'Floy, my pet, wasn't that Papa in the hall, when they brought me from the coach?'
'Yes, dear.'
'He didn't cry, and go into his room, Floy, did he, when he saw me coming in?'
Florence shook her head, and pressed her lips against his cheek.
'I'm very glad he didn't cry,' said little Paul. 'I thought he did. Don't tell them that I asked.'
当暑假临近的时候，聚集在布林伯博士学校中的眼睛没有光泽的年轻的先生们没有有失体统地作出任何表示，来表露他们的高兴。任何像“散伙了”这样一些激烈的措辞，对于这个崇尚礼仪的学校来说，都是很不合适的。年轻的先生们每半年启程回家一次；但他们从来不散伙。他们会蔑视这种行动。
托泽按照他母亲托泽夫人的明确的意愿，佩戴了一条浆过的白色麻纱围巾，并经常被它擦伤、弄痛。他母亲立意要他接受一个教会的职位，并认为他预先做好准备愈早愈好。托泽确实曾经说过，如果两害相权取其轻的话，他想他宁可留在现在的地方，而不回家去。他的这个声明与他论述这个问题的一篇论文中的一段看来可能是矛盾的；他在那段文章中说，“对家的思念与所有的回忆在他心中唤醒了期待与喜悦的最愉快的情感”；他还把自己比作一位罗马将军，由于新近战胜爱西尼①而得意扬扬，或者满载着从迦太基掠夺来的战利品向前行进，还有几个小时的路程就可以到达朱庇特神殿②；可以推测，他在这里为了比喻，是把朱庇特神殿比作托泽夫人的寓所；但是尽管这样，他的那个声明是十分真诚作出的。因为托泽似乎有一位严厉可怕的伯父，他不仅自告奋勇，在假期中考问他一些深奥难解的问题，而且还抓住一些无害的事件与事情，耍弄花招，以达到同样残酷的目的。因此，如果这位伯父要领他到戏院看戏，或者在出于善意的类似借口下，领他去看一个大汉，或一个矮子，或一个邪术家，或不论是什么，托泽知道他必须事先读一读经典著作中在这个问题上提到过的一些话，因此他就处在一种极为忧虑不安的状态中，不知道伯父在什么时候会大发脾气，也不知道他会引用什么权威的话来反对他。
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①爱西尼（Iceni）：古不列颠部落，国王普拉苏塔古斯（Prasutagus）是罗马人的傀儡，罗马人企图在他死后吞并爱西尼，因此王后布狄卡（Boudica）率军反抗，罗马人打败了他们，并大杀爱西尼人。结果只剩下一个小部落。
②朱庇特神殿（Capitol）：朱庇特（Jupiter），也译朱比特，是罗马传说中的主神。
至于布里格斯，他的父亲决不要弄手腕。他不让他有片刻安宁。在假期中对这位年轻人进行的智力测验是那么繁多与严格，因此这个家庭的朋友们（当时住在伦敦堤水附近），每当走近肯辛顿花园中那个点缀性的水池时，心中很少不模糊地担心会看到布里格斯少爷的帽子漂浮在水面，而他未完成的练习则搁在岸边。因此，布里格斯对于假期完全不是满怀希望的；小保罗卧室中这两位同住者与所有其他年轻的先生们的情况十分相似；他们当中性格最灵活的人也是有教养地抱着听随天意的心情期待着这些假日的来临。
小保罗的情况却完全不一样。这头一个暑假一结束，他就要跟弗洛伦斯离别，可是暑假还没有开始呢，谁会去想到它的结束呢？保罗肯定不会去想。当快乐的时光愈来愈临近的时候，卧室墙上爬着的狮子和老虎变得十分驯服和爱闹着玩了。铺地板的漆布上的正方形与菱形中那些严厉的、狡猾的脸孔变得温和起来，不是用过去那样恶意的眼睛来窥视他了。那庄严的老时钟在它那遵守礼节的问话中语气变得更为关心人了；永不宁静的大海像先前一样整夜滚滚流动，伴随着它的是那忧郁而又令人愉快的音调，它随着波浪起伏而抑扬变化，仿佛在给他催眠。
文学士菲德先生似乎认为他也将好好地享受享受假日的乐趣。图茨先生打算从这次暑假开始，他整整一生都将过着假日的生活；因为他每天照例都要告诉保罗，这是他在布林伯博士的学校中的“最后半年”，他将立即开始继承他的财产。
保罗与图茨先生完全明白，他们虽然在年龄与身份上存在着差别，但是他们是亲密的朋友。随着假期临近，图茨先生在跟保罗待在一起的时候比过去哮喘得更加厉害，眼睛凝视着的次数也更多了；保罗知道，他这样是为了表示他对他们即将分离、不能相互见面而感到悲伤；保罗很感谢他的保护与好感。
甚至连布林伯博士、布林伯夫人和布林伯小姐以及所有的年轻的先生们也都明白，图茨不知怎么的，已自命为董贝的保护者与监护人了；这个情况甚至连皮普钦太太也都看得清清楚楚，所以这位善良的老太婆对图茨怀着怨恨与妒嫉的心情，在自己家里的圣堂中不断地斥责他是个“无知无识的傻瓜蛋”。然而天真无邪的图茨丝毫没有想到他已引起皮普钦太太的愤怒，就像他丝毫也没有其他确定的想法一样。相反的，他爱把她看作是个具有很多优点、极为出色的女士；由于这个缘故，在她看望保罗的过程中，他总是那么彬彬有礼地向她微笑，那么频繁地问她她好吗，因此终于有一夜她直言不讳地告诉他，不论他会怎么想，她对这不习惯；她不能忍受，也不想忍受这种情况，不论这是出自于他本人或出自于其他狂妄自大的臭小子。图茨先生的礼貌受到这样意想不到的报答，使他大为恐慌，所以他就隐藏到一个僻静的地方，直到她走开为止。从那时起，在布林伯博士的学校里，他再也没有面对着这位刚强的皮普钦太太。
离假期还有两三个星期的时候，有一天科妮莉亚·布林伯把保罗喊到她房间里，说：“董贝，我将把对您的分析评语寄到您的家里去。”
“谢谢您，夫人，”保罗回答道。
“您知道我说的是什么吗，董贝？”布林伯小姐通过眼镜严厉地看着他，问道。
“不知道，夫人，”保罗说道。
“董贝，董贝，”布林伯小姐说道，“我开始担心，您是个不可救药的孩子了。当您不知道一个语句的意义的时候，您为什么不要求解释呢？”
“皮普钦太太告诉我，我不许问问题，”保罗回答道。
“我得请求您不论在什么情况下也不要对我提到皮普钦太太，”布林伯小姐回答道。“我不能允许这样做。我们这里的学习课程跟任何那一类东西有着天渊之别。如果再重复这样的话，那就会迫使我要求您在明天早上吃早饭以前毫无差错地向我回答问题，从Verbumpersonale一直到Simillimacygno。”①
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①（拉丁文）意即“从‘人称动词’到‘更加像天鹅’。Simillimacygno是犹文纳尔著名诗歌中的最后一句：“Raraavisinterris，nigroquesimillmacygno”
（地上的鸟很少像黑天鹅）。
“夫人，我的意思并不是说——”保罗开始说道。
“如果您同意，董贝，我必须麻烦您别跟我说，您的意思并不是说，”布林伯小姐说道；她在训戒中仍保持着令人敬畏的礼貌。“我决不允许采用这种方式来进行辩论。”
保罗觉得最安全的办法是什么话也别说，所以他只是看着布林伯小姐的眼镜。布林伯小姐向他严肃地摇摇头以后，转向她面前的一张纸。“‘对保·董贝性格的分析’。如果我的记忆没有错，”布林伯小姐停止阅读，说道，“分析这个词与综合的意义相反，沃克把它定义为‘把一个我们感觉或理解的客体分解为它的原始元素’。您看，它与综合的意义是相反的。·现·在您知道分析是什么了，董贝。”
董贝似乎没有被照到他才智上的亮光完全夺去了目力，但他向布林伯小姐稍稍鞠了个躬。
“‘对保·董贝性格的分析’。”布林伯小姐把眼光投到纸上，“我发现董贝的天赋才能是非常好的；他爱好学习的性格也可以给予相同的评价。因此，把八作为我们的标准和最高数字，我认为董贝的这些品质每种可以评定为六又四分之三！”
布林伯小姐停了一下，看看保罗是怎样接受这个消息的。保罗不知道六又四分之三是指六镑十五先令还是六便士三法新①，还是六英尺三英寸，还是六点三刻，还是六个他还没有学习到的什么东西以及三个另外不知道的东西，所以就搓搓手，直望着布林伯小姐。看来他这样的回答不比他所能作出的其他任何回答坏；科妮莉亚就继续说下去。
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①法新（farthing）：旧时英国铜币，等于1A4便士。
“‘粗暴二。自私二。喜欢跟粗野的人交往，就像在一位名叫格拉布的人的情况中所表现的，原先是七，但以后减少了。上流人士的举止四，并逐渐进步’。现在，董贝，我特别希望促请您注意的是这一分析末尾的总的评语。”
保罗做好准备，极为注意地听这个评语。
“对董贝可以作出总的评语如下，”布林伯小姐说道；她高声朗读，每念完两个词的时候，都要把眼镜转向她前面的小人儿：“‘他的才能与嗜好是好的；他取得了在现有情况下所能期望的进步；但这位年轻的先生值得惋惜的是，他的性格与行为怪僻（通常称为老气）；虽然并没有任何显然需要加以责备的表现，但他常常跟其他和他的年龄与社会地位相近的年轻的先生们很不相同。’好了，董贝，”布林伯小姐放下那张纸，说道，“您听懂了吗？”
“我想听懂了，夫人，”保罗说道。
“您知道，董贝，”布林伯小姐继续说道，“这个分析评语将寄到您家里，寄到您尊敬的父亲那里。他看到您的性格与行为怪僻，自然将会感到很痛苦。对我们来说，这自然是痛苦的，因为您知道，董贝，我们不能像我们所希望的那样喜欢您。”
她触到了这个孩子的痛处。随着他离别的时间愈来愈近，他心中暗暗地日益渴望屋子里所有的人都喜欢他。出于某种隐蔽的理由（他本人如果能理解的话，也只是很模糊地理解），他觉得他对这个地方的几乎每一件事物和每一个人都有一种逐渐增强的使他感到兴奋的感情。当他离开的时候，如果他们对他漠不关心，这将是他所不能忍受的。他希望他们都会亲切地记得他。他甚至还去安抚用链条栓在房屋后面的一条声音嘶哑、毛发蓬乱的大狗，把这作为自己的一部分工作，而这条狗过去是曾经使他感到极为恐怖的。他希望当他不再在这里的时候，甚至这条狗也会想念他。
可怜的小保罗很少想到，他这样做只是再一次显示出他与他同伴之间的差异，因此他尽可能地向布林伯小姐陈述了他的这种想法，而且不论那份正式的分析评语如何，他还是恳求她能行行好，设法去喜欢他。对和他们在一起的布林伯夫人，他也提出了同样的要求；那位夫人甚至当着他的面也不能忍着不说出她时常重复的意见：他是个古怪的孩子；这时候保罗对她说，他相信她是完全正确的，他想这一定是他的骨头有毛病，但他不知道它；他希望她能假装没有看见它，因为他喜爱他们所有的人。
“当然，”保罗既胆怯而又完全直率（这是这孩子最独特、最可爱的性格之一）地说道：“不是像我喜爱弗洛伦斯那样地喜爱，那是决不可能的。您不能指望那样，是不是，夫人？”
“啊，您这个老气的小人儿！”布林伯夫人低声喊道。
“可是我很喜欢这里的每一个人，”保罗继续说道，“如果我想到任何人都高兴我不在这里或者对这毫不关心，那么我离开的时候就会感到悲伤。”
布林伯夫人这时完全相信，保罗是世界上最古怪的孩子；当她把发生的事情告诉博士时，博士没有反驳他妻子的意见。但是就像保罗第一次到这里来的时候他曾经说过的那样，他说，学习是能解决好多问题的；而且又像那次曾说过的那样，他说，“培养他吧，科妮莉亚，培养他吧！”
科妮莉亚总是竭尽全力地培养他，保罗则过着艰辛的生活。可是除了完成功课外，他还早就给自己订了另一个目标，它老是出现在他的眼前，而他则始终牢牢不放地追求着它。这个目标就是：成为一个温柔的、有用的、安静的孩子，不断努力去取得周围人们的喜爱与依恋；虽然大家还常常看到他坐在楼梯上的老地方，或者从他寂寞的窗口往外注视海浪与云彩，可是大家也更常常看到他在其他孩子们中间，谦逊地自愿为他们提供一些小小的服务。结果，在布林伯博士的房屋中，即使是在那些苦苦修行、坚定不移、一心不乱的年轻隐士们中间，保罗也是个普遍感兴趣的对象，一个他们全都喜欢的脆弱的小玩具，没有一个人会想到要粗暴地对待他。可是他不能改变他的本性，或改写他的分析评语，所以他们都一致认为，董贝是一个老气的孩子。
不过，有一些跟这个名声相随的优待是其他任何人都不能享受的。这些优待不能让那些不太老气的孩子普遍享受，有一个就足够了。其他的孩子在夜间离开去睡觉时只是向布林伯博士和他的家人鞠躬，但保罗却会伸出他的小手，毫无顾忌地握握博士的手，又握握布林伯夫人的手，又握握科妮莉亚的手。如果需要请求撤销什么人的即将临头的惩罚的话，那么保罗总是充当代表。那位弱视的年轻人本人有一次由于打破玻璃与瓷器，也曾去跟他商量过。曾经纷纷谣传说，那位男管家待他很好，有时在他餐桌的啤酒中搀进一些黑啤酒，使他长得更强壮；这位严厉的人过去对凡世的孩子从来不曾这样对待过。
除了这些广泛的特权外，保罗还有权自由走进菲德先生的房间；他有两次曾经把昏厥状态中的图茨先生从这个房间领到新鲜的空气中（那是由于这位年轻人曾经在砂石滩上从一位最不顾死活的走私者——这位走私者曾秘密承认，海关曾经出价两百镑来要他的头，不论死活都可以——那里偷偷摸摸地买了一包卷烟，他不成功地尝试抽吸了一支短粗的烟，结果就昏倒了）。菲德先生的房间是温暖和舒适的；里面有一个小房间，他的床就摆放在那里；壁炉上方挂着一支长笛，菲德先生暂时还不会吹，但他说，他决心学会它；房间里还有一些书和一根钓竿，因为菲德先生说，当他有时间的时候，他必定决心学会钓鱼。由于同样的愿望，菲德先生还收藏了一支美丽的、弓形的、旧的小三键喇叭，一副棋盘和棋子，一本西班牙语语法，一套素描用的材料，一双拳击手套。菲德先生说，他毫无疑问决心要学会自卫的艺术，因为他认为每个人都有义务学习它，这样就可能保护陷于危难之中的女性。
可是菲德先生最大的宝物是一个绿色的大鼻烟壶，这是图茨先生在上一个假期结束的时候作为礼物赠送给他的；由于这是真正属于摄政王的财产，所以他曾付出一笔高价。不论是图茨先生还是菲德先生，吸这种或其他任何一种鼻烟，即使是极为节制极为适度的分量，都会连连不停地直打喷嚏。然而他们却喜欢用冷茶把一盒子鼻烟浸湿，用裁纸刀在一块羊皮纸上搅拌它，然后当场立即消费掉，这是他们极大的乐趣。在这过程中，他们把鼻子塞满，以殉道者坚定不移的精神忍受着惊人的折磨，并不时喝些餐用啤酒，得意扬扬地消遣娱乐。
保罗跟他们一道，默默坐在他的主要保护人图茨先生的身旁，对他来说，这些毫无顾忌的消遣中有一种惊心动魄的魔力。菲德先生谈到伦敦黑暗的神秘事物时，告诉图茨先生，他打算在即将来临的假期中亲自去仔细研究观察它的所有各个方面；为了这个目的他已商量妥当，住在佩克姆两位年老的未婚妇女家中；这时保罗把他看成仿佛是某些旅行游览或疯狂冒险书籍中的英雄，对这样一位能猛砍乱斩的人物几乎都感到害怕了。
假期很临近的一天晚上，保罗走进这个房间时，看到菲德先生正在填写印好的信笺中的空白部分，而另一些已经填写好并撒在他面前的信笺，图茨先生正在折迭它们，并在上面盖章。菲德先生说，“阿哈，董贝，您来啦，是不是？”——因为他们总是亲切地对待他，而且高兴看到他的——然后把其中的一封信向他扔去，说道，“也有一封是给您的，董贝。
那是您的。”
“我的吗，先生？”保罗说道。
“您的请柬，”菲德先生回答道。
保罗看了一眼，看到除了他自己的姓名及日期是菲德先生的笔迹外，请柬是用铜版印刷的，内容是：布林伯博士及夫人恭请保·董贝先生于本月十七日星期三晚间光临一个早晚会，开始时间是七时半，届时将跳四对舞。图茨先生举起相同的一张纸，让他看到：布林伯博士及夫人也恭请图茨先生于本月十七日星期三晚间光临一个早晚会，开始时间是七时半，届时将跳四对舞。他向菲德先生挨近坐着的那张桌子看了一眼，看到布林伯博士及夫人也恭请布里格斯先生、托泽先生以及其他每一位年轻的先生光临同一个愉快的晚会。
然后菲德先生告诉他，也邀请他的姐姐参加，这使他感到十分高兴；还告诉他，这种晚会每半年举行一次；由于假期从那一天开始，所以如果他愿意，他可以在晚会以后跟他姐姐离开学校；保罗打断他的话说，他非常愿意。然后菲德先生让他了解，他必须用工整漂亮的字体写出回复，报告布林伯博士及夫人，保·董贝很高兴地接受他们恳切的邀请，有幸前来侍候他们。最后，菲德先生说，当布林伯博士和夫人在场的时候，最好别提这个喜庆的晚会，因为这些准备工作和整个安排都是根据古典主义和高尚教养的格调进行的；以布林伯博士和夫人为一方，以年轻的先生们为另一方，由于醉心于学术研究，假定他们对即将发生的事情丝毫也不知道。
保罗谢谢菲德先生的这些指点，把请柬装进衣袋，像往常一样在图茨先生身旁的一条凳子上坐下来。可是保罗的头脑那天夜里感到很不舒服，他不得不用手支托着（他的头脑长久以来多少有些病痛，有时还很沉重与疼痛）。然而它还是往下低垂，逐渐地逐渐地垂落在图茨先生的膝盖上，并躺在那里，仿佛它不想再被抬起来似的。
他没有任何理由会变聋，但他想他刚才一定聋了，因为不久以后他听到菲德先生在他的耳边喊他，并轻轻地摇动着他，引起他的注意。当他十分吃惊地抬起头来看看四周的时候，他发现布林伯博士已到房间里来了；窗子开着，他的前额被喷洒的水淋湿了；虽然他确实很奇怪，在他不知道的情况下，这一切是怎样发生的。
“啊！喂，喂！好极了！我的小朋友现在觉得怎么样？”布林伯博士鼓励地说道。
“啊，很好，谢谢您，先生，”保罗说道。
可是地面似乎出了什么毛病，因为他不能稳定地站在上面；墙壁似乎也一样，因为它老爱旋转着，旋转着，只有非常使劲地注视着它们，才能使它们停止。图茨先生的头看上去既比正常时大，又比正常时远；当他用胳膊抱着保罗到楼上去的时候，保罗惊奇地注意到，门的位置跟他预料会看到的地方完全不同；最初他几乎以为图茨先生将迳直地走到烟囱上去。
图茨先生一片好意，十分亲切地把他抱到了房屋的顶层，保罗对他的亲切的情谊表示感谢。可是图茨先生说，如果他能够的话，他愿意比这做更多的事情，而他确实是做了更多的事情，因为他极为亲切地帮助保罗脱掉衣服，帮助他上了床，然后在床边坐下，吃吃地笑着，笑了好一阵子；文学士菲德先生从床的另一端弯过身子，用瘦削的双手理着保罗头上的硬发，使它们竖得笔直，然后假装保罗已恢复健康，要向他灌输各种学问的样子；菲德先生做得非常滑稽，态度又十分亲切，保罗决定不了究竟是向他笑好还是哭好，所以就同时又笑又哭。
图茨先生怎样消失不见，菲德先生又怎样转变成皮普钦太太的，保罗从没有想到要问，他也根本没有兴趣知道；但是当他看到皮普钦太太而不是菲德先生站在床的那一头的时候，他喊道：“皮普钦太太，别告诉弗洛伦斯！”
“别告诉弗洛伦斯什么，我的小保罗？”皮普钦太太走到床边，在椅子上坐下来，说道。
“我的情形，”保罗说道。
“不会告诉，不会告诉，”皮普钦太太说道。
“皮普钦太太，您想我长大以后，我想做什么？”保罗在枕头上转过脸来对着他，并沉思地把下巴搁在他交叉的双手上。
皮普钦太太无法猜测。
“我想，”保罗说道，“把我所有的钱都存在一个银行里，永远不想再赚更多的钱，然后跟我亲爱的弗洛伦斯离开城市到乡下去，那里有一个美丽的花园，还有田野和森林，跟她在那里住一辈子！”
“真的吗？”皮普钦太太喊道。
“是的，”保罗说道。“这就是我想做的，在我——”他停住了，然后沉思了一会儿。
皮普钦太太的灰色眼睛细看着他的若有所思的脸孔。
“如果我长大了，”保罗说道。然后他立刻接下去向皮普钦太太谈到晚会的一切情形，谈到邀请弗洛伦斯参加，谈到他会由于所有的男孩子都会爱慕她而感到自豪，谈到他们对他都很友善亲切和都喜欢他，谈到他很喜欢他们以及他为此而感到高兴。然后他向皮普钦太太谈到他的分析评语，谈到他确实老气，并想听听皮普钦太太对这一点的意见，和她是否知道为什么会这样以及这意味着什么。皮普钦太太完全否认这一事实，以此作为她摆脱困境的捷径。但是保罗对这一回答很不满意，寻根究底地望着皮普钦太太，期待着她给一个真实一些的回答，因此她不得不站起来，望着窗外，来避开他的眼睛。
有一位沉着镇静的药剂师，不论哪一位年轻的先生病了，他就到学校里来。不知怎么的，他进了这个房间，并和布林伯夫人一起出现在床边。保罗不知道他们是怎样来到这里的以及他们在这里待了多久；但是当他看到他们的时候，他在床上坐起来，详详细细地回答药剂师的一切问题，并低声对他说，请他别让弗洛伦斯知道任何情形，还说他已下定决心让她来参加晚会。他跟药剂师絮絮叨叨地聊了很多话；离别的时候，他们已成了十分要好的朋友。当他闭上眼睛重新躺下的时候，他听到药剂师在房间外面很远的一个地方说——或者是他梦见这个情形——，他缺乏生命力（保罗纳闷这是什么！），体质十分虚弱；由于这小家伙决心在十七日那一天跟他的同学们离别，因此如果他的状况没有恶化的话，那么最好是满足他的愿望；保罗又听他说，他很高兴从皮普钦太太那里听到，这小家伙想在十八日到他伦敦的朋友家里去；他对病人的情况了解得更加清楚的时候，他将在十八日以前写信给董贝先生。现在没有直接的理由要——什么？保罗没有听清这个词。保罗还听到他说，这小家伙头脑聪明，但他是个老气的孩子。
他那么明白地表达，许多人又那么清楚地看到的老气究竟是什么呢？保罗怀着一颗跳动的心感到纳闷。
他弄不明白这一点，也没有长时间花心思去琢磨。皮普钦太太如果曾经离开的话（他想，他跟博士一起出去了，但也可能这全都是一场梦），现在她又在他身边了。不久，一个瓶和一个杯子魔术般地出现在她手里，她为他把瓶子里的东西倒出来。在这之后，布林伯夫人亲自给他送来一些真正美味的果子冻；然后他觉得自己很好，所以在他的迫切的恳求下，皮普钦太太就回家去了；布里格斯与托泽则回来睡觉了。可怜的布里格斯对他本人的分析评语感到愤愤不平；如果它是个化学过程的话，那么它也不会比这更使他烦恼不安；但是他对保罗很好，托泽对保罗也很好，其他所有人对他也都很好，因为他们每个人在就寝之前都前来看望他，并对他说，“您好吗，董贝？”“高兴起来，小董贝！”等等。布里格斯躺到床上以后，醒了好久，对他的分析评语仍旧喃喃抱怨着；他说，他知道它完全错了，他们要是对一个杀人犯进行分析，也不会比这分析得更坏的了；布林伯博士如果靠这挣钱过活的话，那么他怎么能喜欢它呢？布里格斯说，让一个孩子整整半年时间都成为划船的奴隶，然后在分析中把他评为懒惰；每星期从他应得的伙食中克扣去两个正餐，然后在分析中把他评为贪吃，这是很容易的；但他相信，这是不能使人心悦诚服的，是不是？啊！天哪！
第二天早上，那位弱视的年轻人在敲锣之前上楼来告诉保罗，他还是在床上躺着，不用起来，保罗很高兴地依照他的话做了。皮普钦太太比药剂师早来一些时候，但在她来之前更早一些时候，保罗第一个早上（那时候离现在似乎多长久啊！）看到的那位清扫火炉的善良的年轻女人把他的早饭送来了。他们在一个远远的地方又开始商议，或者保罗又做了这样的梦，然后，药剂师跟布林伯博士和夫人一起走回来，说道：
“是的，我想，布林伯博士，既然假期很快就要来临，那么我们现在就可以让这位年轻的先生从他的书本中摆脱出来了。”
“当然可以，”布林伯博士说道。“亲爱的，劳驾你通知科妮莉亚一声。”
“一定，”布林伯夫人说道。
药剂师弯下身子，仔细地观察着保罗的眼睛，非常关切、非常细心地摸摸他的头、他的脉搏、他的心脏，因此，保罗说，“谢谢您，先生。”
“我们的小朋友，”布林伯博士说道，“从来没有喊叫过痛苦。”
“啊没有！”药剂师回答道。“他是不大可能喊叫痛苦的。”
“您觉得他好多了吗？”布林伯博士问道。
“啊，他好多了，先生，”药剂师回答道。
保罗开始按照自己奇怪的方式来思考当时引起药剂师思考的问题；他是那么沉思地回答了布林伯博士的两个问题。可是，当他的小病人正开始进行内心探索时，药剂师正巧碰上了他的眼光，于是他就立刻用一个愉快的微笑停止了出神，保罗也用微笑回答他，不再思考了。
他整天躺在床上，昏昏沉沉地睡着，做着梦，看着图茨先生；但第二天他起来了，走下楼去。哎哟，你看，大钟出了点什么事，一位站在梯子上的工人已把钟面卸下，现在正借着一支烛光，把工具戳进机械中去！对保罗来说，这是一件大事；他在楼梯最低的一级上坐下来，专心致志地看着正在进行的操作；有时向歪斜地靠在近旁墙上的钟面看一眼，心中有些不安地猜疑，它正在向他送秋波吧。
梯子上的工人很有礼貌；当他看到保罗的时候，问他，“您好吗，先生？”于是保罗就跟他攀谈起来，告诉他，他最近身体不十分好。这样消除隔阂之后，保罗向他问了许多关于钟乐和时钟的问题；例如，人们是不是在寂寞的教堂尖塔里值夜，以便到时候敲响时钟；人们死去的时候，钟是怎样敲的，它们跟结婚的钟声是不是不同，还是仅仅是在活着的人们的幻想中听起来凄凉而已。当保罗发现他新结识的朋友对古代的熄灯晚钟①没有很多知识的时候，他就向他叙述了那个风俗；保罗还问他，作为一个讲究实际的人，他觉得艾尔弗雷德国王②用燃烧蜡烛的办法来计算时间的主意怎么样；工人回答说，他认为现在重新采用这种办法，时钟行业就会破产了。最后，保罗继续看着，直到时钟完全恢复了它平时的外貌，重新发出了它那沉着冷静的问题为止。这时候这位工人把工具收拾到一个长篮子中去，向他告别之后，离开了。虽然在这之前他走到门口擦鞋的棕垫那里时曾向男仆低声说了几句话，其中有“老气”这两个字——因为保罗听到了。
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①中世纪，根据一项特别法律，在欧洲的许多城市，夜间到了规定的熄灯时间，就敲钟发出通知。
②艾尔弗雷德国王（KingAlfred，849—899年），别称艾尔弗雷德大帝（AlfredtheGreat），是九世纪时英格兰西南部撒克逊－韦塞克斯（Saxon－Wessex）王朝的国王（在位时间为871—899年）；他治国井井有条，善制订一部重要法典；用点蜡烛来计算时间的方法就是他建议的。
似乎使人们感到遗憾的“老气”究竟是什么呢？它究竟是什么呢？
由于他现在不需要学习什么，所以他不时想到这一点；如果他要想的事情比现在少一些，那么他想到这一点的次数就会更多了。但是他有很多很多的事情要想；因此整天经常在想着。
首先想到的是弗洛伦斯要来参加晚会。弗洛伦斯将会看到，男孩子们都喜欢他，这会使她高兴。这是他主要想的问题。让弗洛伦斯相信，他们对他都很温存、友善，他已成了他们所宠爱的小人儿，这样她想到他曾在这里度过的时光时心里就不会很难过。也许以后当他回到这里来的时候，弗洛伦斯也会感到高兴一些。
当他回来的时候！每天十五次，他那小脚静悄悄地爬上楼梯，走进自己的房间，把书籍、纸片以及所有属于他的零星物品全都一一搜集起来，放在一起，直到最微细的小东西也不遗漏，准备着带回家去！丝毫也看不出小保罗还打算回来；没有作这样的准备；不论他想什么或做什么，都跟回来没有关系；只是当他想到他姐姐的时候，他才稍稍想到这一点。相反的，当他在房屋里四处漫步的时候，他不得不想到他所熟悉的一切事物，因为他即将与它们分离；因此他整天就不得不想到许多事情。
他不得不去窥探楼上的那些房间；心想当他离开之后，它们将会多么冷落，将会继续肃静无声地度过多少个日子，多少个星期，多少个月和多少个年。他不得不想到，是不是会有另一个孩子（像他本人一样老气）在这里走来走去；这些奇形怪状的图案与家具是不是将同样呈现在他的眼前；是不是有人会跟这个孩子谈到有一位小董贝曾经在那里住过。
他不得不想到楼梯上有一幅肖像，当他走过以后回头望着他的时候，他总是恳切地目送着他；当他跟不论什么人一起走过他身边的时候，他似乎仍在注视着他，而不是注视他的同伴。他不得不跟挂在另一个地方的一幅版画联系起来想到许多；在那幅版画中，一个他所知道的人，一个头的周围有着祥光的人，神情宽厚、温良、仁慈，手指着上方，站在一群惊奇的人们的中心。
在他的卧室的窗子旁边，许许多多的思想跟这些思想掺合在一起，像滚滚波涛一样，一个接一个地涌了上来。那些在恶劣的天气中经常在海面盘旋的野鸟是在哪里栖息的？云是从哪里升起的，最初又是从哪里产生的？急速流动的风是从哪里刮起来的？又停在哪里？他与弗洛伦斯曾经经常坐着、注视着并谈论着这些事情的地方，没有他们在那里，能跟往常完全一样吗？如果他在某个遥远的地方，弗洛伦斯单独地坐在那里，它对她能跟往常一样吗？
他也不得不想到图茨先生和文学士菲德先生；不得不想到所有的孩子们；不得不想到布林伯博士、布林伯夫人和布林伯小姐；不得不想到家，想到他的姑妈和托克斯小姐；不得不想到他的父亲、董贝父子公司、沃尔特和他那可怜的、年老的、得到了他所需要的钱的舅舅，以及那位声音粗哑，有一只铁手的船长。除此之外，在白天当中，他还需要去看望好些地方；到教室里去，到布林伯博士的书房里去，到布林伯夫人专用的房间里去，到布林伯小姐个人专用的房间里去，还要到那条狗那里去。因为他现在能够根据自己的意愿在整个房屋里自由地走来走去，并且因为他想跟每个人都在深厚的情谊中分别，所以他就用他自己的方式去为他们所有的人效劳。有时他为布里格斯在书中找到他常常找不到的地方；有时他为其他陷入困境的年轻的先生们从词典中查找出单词来；有时他为布林伯夫人握着一束丝，让她绕成线团；有时他把科妮莉亚的书桌收拾整齐；有时他甚至会悄悄地溜进博士的书房，坐在他的博学的脚旁的地毯上，轻轻地转动着地球仪和天体仪，环游世界，或在遥远的星际间飞行。
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