《Dombey and Son》——董贝父子(中英文对照)完结_派派后花园

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[Novel] 《Dombey and Son》——董贝父子(中英文对照)完结

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Chapter 60
Chiefly Matrimonial
The grand half-yearly festival holden by Doctor and Mrs Blimber, on which occasion they requested the pleasure of the company of every young gentleman pursuing his studies in that genteel establishment, at an early party, when the hour was half-past seven o'clock, and when the object was quadrilles, had duly taken place, about this time; and the young gentlemen, with no unbecoming demonstrations of levity, had betaken themselves, in a state of scholastic repletion, to their own homes. Mr Skettles had repaired abroad, permanently to grace the establishment of his father Sir Barnet Skettles, whose popular manners had obtained him a diplomatic appointment, the honours of which were discharged by himself and Lady Skettles, to the satisfaction even of their own countrymen and countrywomen: which was considered almost miraculous. Mr Tozer, now a young man of lofty stature, in Wellington boots, was so extremely full of antiquity as to be nearly on a par with a genuine ancient Roman in his knowledge of English: a triumph that affected his good parents with the tenderest emotions, and caused the father and mother of Mr Briggs (whose learning, like ill-arranged luggage, was so tightly packed that he couldn't get at anything he wanted) to hide their diminished heads. The fruit laboriously gathered from the tree of knowledge by this latter young gentleman, in fact, had been subjected to so much pressure, that it had become a kind of intellectual Norfolk Biffin, and had nothing of its original form or flavour remaining. Master Bitherstone now, on whom the forcing system had the happier and not uncommon effect of leaving no impression whatever, when the forcing apparatus ceased to work, was in a much more comfortable plight; and being then on shipboard, bound for Bengal, found himself forgetting, with such admirable rapidity, that it was doubtful whether his declensions of noun-substantives would hold out to the end of the voyage.
When Doctor Blimber, in pursuance of the usual course, would have said to the young gentlemen, on the morning of the party, 'Gentlemen, we will resume our studies on the twenty-fifth of next month,' he departed from the usual course, and said, 'Gentlemen, when our friend Cincinnatus retired to his farm, he did not present to the senate any Roman who he sought to nominate as his successor.' But there is a Roman here,' said Doctor Blimber, laying his hand on the shoulder of Mr Feeder, B.A., adolescens imprimis gravis et doctus, gentlemen, whom I, a retiring Cincinnatus, wish to present to my little senate, as their future Dictator. Gentlemen, we will resume our studies on the twenty-fifth of next month, under the auspices of Mr Feeder, B.A.' At this (which Doctor Blimber had previously called upon all the parents, and urbanely explained), the young gentlemen cheered; and Mr Tozer, on behalf of the rest, instantly presented the Doctor with a silver inkstand, in a speech containing very little of the mother-tongue, but fifteen quotations from the Latin, and seven from the Greek, which moved the younger of the young gentlemen to discontent and envy: they remarking, 'Oh, ah. It was all very well for old Tozer, but they didn't subscribe money for old Tozer to show off with, they supposed; did they? What business was it of old Tozer's more than anybody else's? It wasn't his inkstand. Why couldn't he leave the boys' property alone?' and murmuring other expressions of their dissatisfaction, which seemed to find a greater relief in calling him old Tozer, than in any other available vent.
Not a word had been said to the young gentlemen, nor a hint dropped, of anything like a contemplated marriage between Mr Feeder, B.A., and the fair Cornelia Blimber. Doctor Blimber, especially, seemed to take pains to look as if nothing would surprise him more; but it was perfectly well known to all the young gentlemen nevertheless, and when they departed for the society of their relations and friends, they took leave of Mr Feeder with awe.
Mr Feeder's most romantic visions were fulfilled. The Doctor had determined to paint the house outside, and put it in thorough repair; and to give up the business, and to give up Cornelia. The painting and repairing began upon the very day of the young gentlemen's departure, and now behold! the wedding morning was come, and Cornelia, in a new pair of spectacles, was waiting to be led to the hymeneal altar.
The Doctor with his learned legs, and Mrs Blimber in a lilac bonnet, and Mr Feeder, B.A., with his long knuckles and his bristly head of hair, and Mr Feeder's brother, the Reverend Alfred Feeder, M.A., who was to perform the ceremony, were all assembled in the drawing-room, and Cornelia with her orange-flowers and bridesmaids had just come down, and looked, as of old, a little squeezed in appearance, but very charming, when the door opened, and the weak-eyed young man, in a loud voice, made the following proclamation:
'MR AND MRS TOOTS!'
Upon which there entered Mr Toots, grown extremely stout, and on his arm a lady very handsomely and becomingly dressed, with very bright black eyes. 'Mrs Blimber,' said Mr Toots, 'allow me to present my wife.'
Mrs Blimber was delighted to receive her. Mrs Blimber was a little condescending, but extremely kind.
'And as you've known me for a long time, you know,' said Mr Toots, 'let me assure you that she is one of the most remarkable women that ever lived.'
'My dear!' remonstrated Mrs Toots.
'Upon my word and honour she is,' said Mr Toots. 'I - I assure you, Mrs Blimber, she's a most extraordinary woman.'
Mrs Toots laughed merrily, and Mrs Blimber led her to Cornelia. Mr Toots having paid his respects in that direction and having saluted his old preceptor, who said, in allusion to his conjugal state, 'Well, Toots, well, Toots! So you are one of us, are you, Toots?' - retired with Mr Feeder, B.A., into a window.
Mr Feeder, B.A., being in great spirits, made a spar at Mr Toots, and tapped him skilfully with the back of his hand on the breastbone.
'Well, old Buck!' said Mr Feeder with a laugh. 'Well! Here we are! Taken in and done for. Eh?'
'Feeder,' returned Mr Toots. 'I give you joy. If you're as - as- as perfectly blissful in a matrimonial life, as I am myself, you'll have nothing to desire.'
'I don't forget my old friends, you see,' said Mr Feeder. 'I ask em to my wedding, Toots.'
'Feeder,' replied Mr Toots gravely, 'the fact is, that there were several circumstances which prevented me from communicating with you until after my marriage had been solemnised. In the first place, I had made a perfect Brute of myself to you, on the subject of Miss Dombey; and I felt that if you were asked to any wedding of mine, you would naturally expect that it was with Miss Dombey, which involved explanations, that upon my word and honour, at that crisis, would have knocked me completely over. In the second place, our wedding was strictly private; there being nobody present but one friend of myself and Mrs Toots's, who is a Captain in - I don't exactly know in what,' said Mr Toots, 'but it's of no consequence. I hope, Feeder, that in writing a statement of what had occurred before Mrs Toots and myself went abroad upon our foreign tour, I fully discharged the offices of friendship.'
'Toots, my boy,' said Mr Feeder, shaking his hands, 'I was joking.'
'And now, Feeder,' said Mr Toots, 'I should be glad to know what you think of my union.'
'Capital!' returned Mr Feeder.
'You think it's capital, do you, Feeder?'said Mr Toots solemnly. 'Then how capital must it be to Me! For you can never know what an extraordinary woman that is.'
Mr Feeder was willing to take it for granted. But Mr Toots shook his head, and wouldn't hear of that being possible.
'You see,' said Mr Toots, 'what I wanted in a wife was - in short, was sense. Money, Feeder, I had. Sense I - I had not, particularly.'
Mr Feeder murmured, 'Oh, yes, you had, Toots!' But Mr Toots said:
'No, Feeder, I had not. Why should I disguise it? I had not. I knew that sense was There,' said Mr Toots, stretching out his hand towards his wife, 'in perfect heaps. I had no relation to object or be offended, on the score of station; for I had no relation. I have never had anybody belonging to me but my guardian, and him, Feeder, I have always considered as a Pirate and a Corsair. Therefore, you know it was not likely,' said Mr Toots, 'that I should take his opinion.'
'No,' said Mr Feeder.
'Accordingly,' resumed Mr Toots, 'I acted on my own. Bright was the day on which I did so! Feeder! Nobody but myself can tell what the capacity of that woman's mind is. If ever the Rights of Women, and all that kind of thing, are properly attended to, it will be through her powerful intellect - Susan, my dear!' said Mr Toots, looking abruptly out of the windows 'pray do not exert yourself!'
'My dear,' said Mrs Toots, 'I was only talking.'
'But, my love,' said Mr Toots, 'pray do not exert yourself. You really must be careful. Do not, my dear Susan, exert yourself. She's so easily excited,' said Mr Toots, apart to Mrs Blimber, 'and then she forgets the medical man altogether.'
Mrs Blimber was impressing on Mrs Toots the necessity of caution, when Mr Feeder, B.A., offered her his arm, and led her down to the carriages that were waiting to go to church. Doctor Blimber escorted Mrs Toots. Mr Toots escorted the fair bride, around whose lambent spectacles two gauzy little bridesmaids fluttered like moths. Mr Feeder's brother, Mr Alfred Feeder, M.A., had already gone on, in advance, to assume his official functions.
The ceremony was performed in an admirable manner. Cornelia, with her crisp little curls, 'went in,' as the Chicken might have said, with great composure; and Doctor Blimber gave her away, like a man who had quite made up his mind to it. The gauzy little bridesmaids appeared to suffer most. Mrs Blimber was affected, but gently so; and told the Reverend Mr Alfred Feeder, M.A., on the way home, that if she could only have seen Cicero in his retirement at Tusculum, she would not have had a wish, now, ungratified.
There was a breakfast afterwards, limited to the same small party; at which the spirits of Mr Feeder, B.A., were tremendous, and so communicated themselves to Mrs Toots that Mr Toots was several times heard to observe, across the table, 'My dear Susan, don't exert yourself!' The best of it was, that Mr Toots felt it incunbent on him to make a speech; and in spite of a whole code of telegraphic dissuasions from Mrs Toots, appeared on his legs for the first time in his life.
'I really,' said Mr Toots, 'in this house, where whatever was done to me in the way of - of any mental confusion sometimes - which is of no consequence and I impute to nobody - I was always treated like one of Doctor Blimber's family, and had a desk to myself for a considerable period - can - not - allow - my friend Feeder to be - '
Mrs Toots suggested 'married.'
'It may not be inappropriate to the occasion, or altogether uninteresting,' said Mr Toots with a delighted face, 'to observe that my wife is a most extraordinary woman, and would do this much better than myself - allow my friend Feeder to be married - especially to - '
Mrs Toots suggested 'to Miss Blimber.'
'To Mrs Feeder, my love!' said Mr Toots, in a subdued tone of private discussion: "'whom God hath joined," you know, "let no man" - don't you know? I cannot allow my friend Feeder to be married - especially to Mrs Feeder - without proposing their - their - Toasts; and may,' said Mr Toots, fixing his eyes on his wife, as if for inspiration in a high flight, 'may the torch of Hymen be the beacon of joy, and may the flowers we have this day strewed in their path, be the - the banishers of- of gloom!'
Doctor Blimber, who had a taste for metaphor, was pleased with this, and said, 'Very good, Toots! Very well said, indeed, Toots!' and nodded his head and patted his hands. Mr Feeder made in reply, a comic speech chequered with sentiment. Mr Alfred Feeder, M.A, was afterwards very happy on Doctor and Mrs Blimber; Mr Feeder, B.A., scarcely less so, on the gauzy little bridesmaids. Doctor Blimber then, in a sonorous voice, delivered a few thoughts in the pastoral style, relative to the rushes among which it was the intention of himself and Mrs Blimber to dwell, and the bee that would hum around their cot. Shortly after which, as the Doctor's eyes were twinkling in a remarkable manner, and his son-in-law had already observed that time was made for slaves, and had inquired whether Mrs Toots sang, the discreet Mrs Blimber dissolved the sitting, and sent Cornelia away, very cool and comfortable, in a post-chaise, with the man of her heart
Mr and Mrs Toots withdrew to the Bedford (Mrs Toots had been there before in old times, under her maiden name of Nipper), and there found a letter, which it took Mr Toots such an enormous time to read, that Mrs Toots was frightened.
'My dear Susan,' said Mr Toots, 'fright is worse than exertion. Pray be calm!'
'Who is it from?' asked Mrs Toots.
'Why, my love,' said Mr Toots, 'it's from Captain Gills. Do not excite yourself. Walters and Miss Dombey are expected home!'
'My dear,' said Mrs Toots, raising herself quickly from the sofa, very pale, 'don't try to deceive me, for it's no use, they're come home - I see it plainly in your face!'
'She's a most extraordinary woman!' exclaimed Mr Toots, in rapturous admiration. 'You're perfectly right, my love, they have come home. Miss Dombey has seen her father, and they are reconciled!'
'Reconciled!' cried Mrs Toots, clapping her hands.
'My dear,' said Mr Toots; 'pray do not exert yourself. Do remember the medical man! Captain Gills says - at least he don't say, but I imagine, from what I can make out, he means - that Miss Dombey has brought her unfortunate father away from his old house, to one where she and Walters are living; that he is lying very ill there - supposed to be dying; and that she attends upon him night and day.'
Mrs Toots began to cry quite bitterly.
'My dearest Susan,' replied Mr Toots, 'do, do, if you possibly can, remember the medical man! If you can't, it's of no consequence - but do endeavour to!'
His wife, with her old manner suddenly restored, so pathetically entreated him to take her to her precious pet, her little mistress, her own darling, and the like, that Mr Toots, whose sympathy and admiration were of the strongest kind, consented from his very heart of hearts; and they agreed to depart immediately, and present themselves in answer to the Captain's letter.
Now some hidden sympathies of things, or some coincidences, had that day brought the Captain himself (toward whom Mr and Mrs Toots were soon journeying) into the flowery train of wedlock; not as a principal, but as an accessory. It happened accidentally, and thus:
The Captain, having seen Florence and her baby for a moment, to his unbounded content, and having had a long talk with Walter, turned out for a walk; feeling it necessary to have some solitary meditation on the changes of human affairs, and to shake his glazed hat profoundly over the fall of Mr Dombey, for whom the generosity and simplicity of his nature were awakened in a lively manner. The Captain would have been very low, indeed, on the unhappy gentleman's account, but for the recollection of the baby; which afforded him such intense satisfaction whenever it arose, that he laughed aloud as he went along the street, and, indeed, more than once, in a sudden impulse of joy, threw up his glazed hat and caught it again; much to the amazement of the spectators. The rapid alternations of light and shade to which these two conflicting subjects of reflection exposed the Captain, were so very trying to his spirits, that he felt a long walk necessary to his composure; and as there is a great deal in the influence of harmonious associations, he chose, for the scene of this walk, his old neighbourhood, down among the mast, oar, and block makers, ship-biscuit bakers, coal-whippers, pitch-kettles, sailors, canals, docks, swing-bridges, and other soothing objects.
These peaceful scenes, and particularly the region of Limehouse Hole and thereabouts, were so influential in calming the Captain, that he walked on with restored tranquillity, and was, in fact, regaling himself, under his breath, with the ballad of Lovely Peg, when, on turning a corner, he was suddenly transfixed and rendered speechless by a triumphant procession that he beheld advancing towards him.
This awful demonstration was headed by that determined woman Mrs MacStinger, who, preserving a countenance of inexorable resolution, and wearing conspicuously attached to her obdurate bosom a stupendous watch and appendages, which the Captain recognised at a glance as the property of Bunsby, conducted under her arm no other than that sagacious mariner; he, with the distraught and melancholy visage of a captive borne into a foreign land, meekly resigning himself to her will. Behind them appeared the young MacStingers, in a body, exulting. Behind them, M~ two ladies of a terrible and steadfast aspect, leading between them a short gentleman in a tall hat, who likewise exulted. In the wake, appeared Bunsby's boy, bearing umbrellas. The whole were in good marching order; and a dreadful smartness that pervaded the party would have sufficiently announced, if the intrepid countenances of the ladies had been wanting, that it was a procession of sacrifice, and that the victim was Bunsby.
The first impulse of the Captain was to run away. This also appeared to be the first impulse of Bunsby, hopeless as its execution must have proved. But a cry of recognition proceeding from the party, and Alexander MacStinger running up to the Captain with open arms, the Captain struck.
'Well, Cap'en Cuttle!' said Mrs MacStinger. 'This is indeed a meeting! I bear no malice now, Cap'en Cuttle - you needn't fear that I'm a going to cast any reflections. I hope to go to the altar in another spirit.' Here Mrs MacStinger paused, and drawing herself up, and inflating her bosom with a long breath, said, in allusion to the victim, 'My 'usband, Cap'en Cuttle!'
The abject Bunsby looked neither to the right nor to the left, nor at his bride, nor at his friend, but straight before him at nothing. The Captain putting out his hand, Bunsby put out his; but, in answer to the Captain's greeting, spake no word.
'Cap'en Cuttle,' said Mrs MacStinger, 'if you would wish to heal up past animosities, and to see the last of your friend, my 'usband, as a single person, we should be 'appy of your company to chapel. Here is a lady here,' said Mrs MacStinger, turning round to the more intrepid of the two, 'my bridesmaid, that will be glad of your protection, Cap'en Cuttle.'
The short gentleman in the tall hat, who it appeared was the husband of the other lady, and who evidently exulted at the reduction of a fellow creature to his own condition, gave place at this, and resigned the lady to Captain Cuttle. The lady immediately seized him, and, observing that there was no time to lose, gave the word, in a strong voice, to advance.
The Captain's concern for his friend, not unmingled, at first, with some concern for himself - for a shadowy terror that he might be married by violence, possessed him, until his knowledge of the service came to his relief, and remembering the legal obligation of saying, 'I will,' he felt himself personally safe so long as he resolved, if asked any question, distinctly to reply I won't' - threw him into a profuse perspiration; and rendered him, for a time, insensible to the movements of the procession, of which he now formed a feature, and to the conversation of his fair companion. But as he became less agitated, he learnt from this lady that she was the widow of a Mr Bokum, who had held an employment in the Custom House; that she was the dearest friend of Mrs MacStinger, whom she considered a pattern for her sex; that she had often heard of the Captain, and now hoped he had repented of his past life; that she trusted Mr Bunsby knew what a blessing he had gained, but that she feared men seldom did know what such blessings were, until they had lost them; with more to the same purpose.
All this time, the Captain could not but observe that Mrs Bokum kept her eyes steadily on the bridegroom, and that whenever they came near a court or other narrow turning which appeared favourable for flight, she was on the alert to cut him off if he attempted escape. The other lady, too, as well as her husband, the short gentleman with the tall hat, were plainly on guard, according to a preconcerted plan; and the wretched man was so secured by Mrs MacStinger, that any effort at self-preservation by flight was rendered futile. This, indeed, was apparent to the mere populace, who expressed their perception of the fact by jeers and cries; to all of which, the dread MacStinger was inflexibly indifferent, while Bunsby himself appeared in a state of unconsciousness.
The Captain made many attempts to accost the philosopher, if only in a monosyllable or a signal; but always failed, in consequence of the vigilance of the guard, and the difficulty, at all times peculiar to Bunsby's constitution, of having his attention aroused by any outward and visible sign whatever. Thus they approached the chapel, a neat whitewashed edifice, recently engaged by the Reverend Melchisedech Howler, who had consented, on very urgent solicitation, to give the world another two years of existence, but had informed his followers that, then, it must positively go.
While the Reverend Melchisedech was offering up some extemporary orisons, the Captain found an opportunity of growling in the bridegroom's ear:
'What cheer, my lad, what cheer?'
To which Bunsby replied, with a forgetfulness of the Reverend Melchisedech, which nothing but his desperate circumstances could have excused:
'D-----d bad,'
'Jack Bunsby,' whispered the Captain, 'do you do this here, of your own free will?'
Mr Bunsby answered 'No.'
'Why do you do it, then, my lad?' inquired the Captain, not unnaturally.
Bunsby, still looking, and always looking with an immovable countenance, at the opposite side of the world, made no reply.
'Why not sheer off?' said the Captain. 'Eh?' whispered Bunsby, with a momentary gleam of hope. 'Sheer off,' said the Captain.
'Where's the good?' retorted the forlorn sage. 'She'd capter me agen.
'Try!' replied the Captain. 'Cheer up! Come! Now's your time. Sheer off, Jack Bunsby!'
Jack Bunsby, however, instead of profiting by the advice, said in a doleful whisper:
'It all began in that there chest o' yourn. Why did I ever conwoy her into port that night?'
'My lad,' faltered the Captain, 'I thought as you had come over her; not as she had come over you. A man as has got such opinions as you have!'
Mr Bunsby merely uttered a suppressed groan.
'Come!' said the Captain, nudging him with his elbow, 'now's your time! Sheer off! I'll cover your retreat. The time's a flying. Bunsby! It's for liberty. Will you once?'
Bunsby was immovable. 'Bunsby!' whispered the Captain, 'will you twice ?' Bunsby wouldn't twice.
'Bunsby!' urged the Captain, 'it's for liberty; will you three times? Now or never!'
Bunsby didn't then, and didn't ever; for Mrs MacStinger immediately afterwards married him.
One of the most frightful circumstances of the ceremony to the Captain, was the deadly interest exhibited therein by Juliana MacStinger; and the fatal concentration of her faculties, with which that promising child, already the image of her parent, observed the whole proceedings. The Captain saw in this a succession of man-traps stretching out infinitely; a series of ages of oppression and coercion, through which the seafaring line was doomed. It was a more memorable sight than the unflinching steadiness of Mrs Bokum and the other lady, the exultation of the short gentleman in the tall hat, or even the fell inflexibility of Mrs MacStinger. The Master MacStingers understood little of what was going on, and cared less; being chiefly engaged, during the ceremony, in treading on one another's half-boots; but the contrast afforded by those wretched infants only set off and adorned the precocious woman in Juliana. Another year or two, the Captain thought, and to lodge where that child was, would be destruction.
The ceremony was concluded by a general spring of the young family on Mr Bunsby, whom they hailed by the endearing name of father, and from whom they solicited half-pence. These gushes of affection over, the procession was about to issue forth again, when it was delayed for some little time by an unexpected transport on the part of Alexander MacStinger. That dear child, it seemed, connecting a chapel with tombstones, when it was entered for any purpose apart from the ordinary religious exercises, could not be persuaded but that his mother was now to be decently interred, and lost to him for ever. In the anguish of this conviction, he screamed with astonishing force, and turned black in the face. However touching these marks of a tender disposition were to his mother, it was not in the character of that remarkable woman to permit her recognition of them to degenerate into weakness. Therefore, after vainly endeavouring to convince his reason by shakes, pokes, bawlings-out, and similar applications to his head, she led him into the air, and tried another method; which was manifested to the marriage party by a quick succession of sharp sounds, resembling applause, and subsequently, by their seeing Alexander in contact with the coolest paving-stone in the court, greatly flushed, and loudly lamenting.
The procession being then in a condition to form itself once more, and repair to Brig Place, where a marriage feast was in readiness, returned as it had come; not without the receipt, by Bunsby, of many humorous congratulations from the populace on his recently-acquired happiness. The Captain accompanied it as far as the house-door, but, being made uneasy by the gentler manner of Mrs Bokum, who, now that she was relieved from her engrossing duty - for the watchfulness and alacrity of the ladies sensibly diminished when the bridegroom was safely married - had greater leisure to show an interest in his behalf, there left it and the captive; faintly pleading an appointment, and promising to return presently. The Captain had another cause for uneasiness, in remorsefully reflecting that he had been the first means of Bunsby's entrapment, though certainly without intending it, and through his unbounded faith in the resources of that philosopher.
To go back to old Sol Gills at the wooden Midshipman's, and not first go round to ask how Mr Dombey was - albeit the house where he lay was out of London, and away on the borders of a fresh heath - was quite out of the Captain's course. So he got a lift when he was tired, and made out the journey gaily.
The blinds were pulled down, and the house so quiet, that the Captain was almost afraid to knock; but listening at the door, he heard low voices within, very near it, and, knocking softly, was admitted by Mr Toots. Mr Toots and his wife had, in fact, just arrived there; having been at the Midshipman's to seek him, and having there obtained the address.
They were not so recently arrived, but that Mrs Toots had caught the baby from somebody, taken it in her arms, and sat down on the stairs, hugging and fondling it. Florence was stooping down beside her; and no one could have said which Mrs Toots was hugging and fondling most, the mother or the child, or which was the tenderer, Florence of Mrs Toots, or Mrs Toots of her, or both of the baby; it was such a little group of love and agitation.
'And is your Pa very ill, my darling dear Miss Floy?' asked Susan.
'He is very, very ill,' said Florence. 'But, Susan, dear, you must not speak to me as you used to speak. And what's this?' said Florence, touching her clothes, in amazement. 'Your old dress, dear? Your old cap, curls, and all?'
Susan burst into tears, and showered kisses on the little hand that had touched her so wonderingly.
'My dear Miss Dombey,' said Mr Toots, stepping forward, 'I'll explain. She's the most extraordinary woman. There are not many to equal her! She has always said - she said before we were married, and has said to this day - that whenever you came home, she'd come to you in no dress but the dress she used to serve you in, for fear she might seem strange to you, and you might like her less. I admire the dress myself,' said Mr Toots, 'of all things. I adore her in it! My dear Miss Dombey, she'll be your maid again, your nurse, all that she ever was, and more. There's no change in her. But, Susan, my dear,' said Mr Toots, who had spoken with great feeling and high admiration, 'all I ask is, that you'll remember the medical man, and not exert yourself too much!'
布林伯博士和夫人每半年举行一次隆重的庆祝典礼,他们恭请在那所高贵的学校中学习的每一位年轻的先生们光临一个早晚会,7点半开始,在晚会上举行四对舞,大约在这个时候,这个庆祝典礼已经按时举行过了;这些年轻的先生们没有轻浮地表露出任何不得体的狂喜,已装满一肚子学问,回到自己家里去。斯凯特尔斯先生这时已前往国外,为他的家庭永远增光;他的父亲巴尼特•斯凯特尔斯爵士由于深孚众望的举止风度,被任命为一个外交官,他和斯凯特尔斯夫人一起履行着这个光荣的职务,甚至他们本国的男同胞们和女同胞们都感到满意,这一点大家都认为几乎是一个奇迹。托泽先生现在是一位身材高大的年轻人,穿着惠灵顿长靴,脑子里装满了古代的风习制度,因而他在英语知识方面只跟一位真正的古代的罗马人不相上下;他在古代风习制度方面所取得的这个了不起的成就使他善良的双亲深受感动,也使布里格斯先生的父母把他们羞愧的脸孔掩藏起来;布里格斯先生的学识,就像整理得不好的行李,捆扎得很紧,因此他无法取得他想要得到的任何东西。这位年轻的先生从知识树上费力采集的果实由于事实上受到过很大的压力,因此它已变成一种智力上的诺福克苹果饼①,完全失去了原先的形状与滋味。比瑟斯通少爷的不幸境况现在要好受得多;当高压的机器停止工作时,它在他身上没有留下任何压痕,这是这个高压制度在他身上所产生的比较令人高兴的、不是罕见的效果;这时他正在开往孟加拉的船上,感到自己正以惊人的速度丧失记忆力;他脑子中名词词形变化的知识是否能保持到旅途终点,这是可疑的。
按照惯例,在举行晚会的那天早上,布林伯博士本来会向年轻的先生们说,“先生们,我们将在下个月的二十五日重新开始我们的学习”;但是他却打破了惯例,说,“先生们,当我们的朋友辛辛纳图斯②退隐到他的农庄去时,他没有向元老院提名任何罗马人作为他的继承人。但是这里有一位罗马人,”布林伯博士把手搁在文学士菲德先生的肩膀上说,“adolescensimprimisgravisetdoc-tus③,先生们,我,一个退隐的辛辛纳图斯,希望向我的小元老院提名他为他们未来的执政官。先生们,我们将在下个月的二十五日在文学士菲德先生的主持下,重新开始我们的学习。”布林伯博士事先曾拜访过所有的父母们,并彬彬有礼地向他们解释过这件事。年轻的先生们听他发表了这番讲话后,都发出欢呼。托泽先生代表所有的学生们,立即向博士赠送了一个银制的墨水台,并发表了一篇讲话,讲话中很少使用本国语言,但却包含了十五个拉丁语的引用语和七个希腊语的引用语;年轻的先生们当中那些年龄比较小的人对这感到不满和妒嫉,他们说,“嘿,您瞧!这对老托泽来说倒是怪不错的,但要知道他们捐出钱来并不是让老托泽卖弄自己的,是不是?老托泽为什么要与其他人不同?这又不是他的墨水台。为什么他不能把大家的财产放在那里就此了事?”他们还嘀咕着其他表示不满的话,似乎觉得称他为“老托泽”比采用其他出气的方式能得到更大的安慰。
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①诺福克苹果饼(NorfolkBiffin):把苹果压成扁平、进行烘烤后做成的饼,它主要是在英格兰东岸的诺福克郡产生的。
②辛辛纳图斯(LuciusQuinctiusCincinatus,公元前519?——?年):罗马政治家;他的事迹带有神秘色彩。根据历史传说,公元前458年,他被罗马城居民推举为执政官,让他去救援被埃魁人(Aegui)围困于阿尔基多斯山(Mt.Algidus)上由一位执政官率领的军队;他接到此项任命时,正在自己的小农庄上耕作;据说他在一天之内就打败了敌军,在罗马举行了凯旋式。辛辛纳图斯限定自己仅仅在领导罗马度过危机时期掌权;危机刚一解除,他便辞职返回农庄。
③(拉丁文):一位极为庄重和有学问的年轻人。
文学士菲德先生与美丽的科妮莉亚•布林伯即将结婚这件事没有向年轻的先生们说过一个字,也没有作出过一点暗示。特别是布林伯博士,他似乎竭力装出一副仿佛没有什么消息能比这更会使他感到吃惊的神态;可是尽管如此,年轻的先生们都完全知道这个消息了;当他们离开学校前去与他们的亲属与朋友团聚时,他们都怀着敬畏的心情去跟菲德先生告别。
菲德先生极为浪漫的梦想实现了。博士决定把房屋的外面油漆一新,并彻底进行修理;也决定交出他的事业和科妮莉亚。年轻的先生们离开学校的那一天,油漆与修理工作就已开始了,现在请看!举行婚礼的这天早晨来临了,科妮莉亚戴着一副新眼镜,正等待着被领到结婚的圣坛那里去。
博士跨着博学的双腿;布林伯夫人戴着淡紫色的软帽;文学士菲德先生有着长长的指节和竖立的头发;菲德先生的哥哥、文硕士艾尔弗雷德大师将执掌婚礼;他们全都聚集在客厅里。科妮莉亚拿着香橙花,跟她的女傧相刚刚走下楼来,像过去一样,看上去腰身被勒得有些紧窄,但很迷人;这时门开了,那位弱视的年轻人用洪亮的通报道:
“图茨先生与夫人!”
“这时,长得非常肥胖的图茨先生进来了;挽着他的胳膊的是一位穿着漂亮而又得体的衣服、并有一双很明亮的黑眼睛的女士。
“布林伯夫人,”图茨先生说道,“请允许我介绍我的妻子。”
布林伯夫人高兴地接待了她。布林伯夫人稍稍有点降尊纡贵的神气,但却非常客气。
“因为您了解我已很久了,”图茨先生说道,“那就让我来肯定地对您说,她是世界上极了不起的女人之一。”
“我亲爱的,”图茨夫人表示异议地说道。
“说实话,我以荣誉发誓,她是这样的,”图茨先生说道。
“我——我肯定地对您说,布林伯夫人,她是一位极了不起的女人。”
图茨夫人愉快地大笑着;布林伯夫人把她领到科妮莉亚跟前。图茨先生向那个方向表示了敬意,并向他过去的导师致敬,他的导师暗示他的婚姻状况,说,“很好,图茨,很好,图茨!所以您是我们当中的一个了,是不是,图茨?”然后,图茨先生就跟文学士菲德先生离开大家,走到窗口。
文学士菲德先生兴致勃勃,摆出拳击的姿态,向图茨先生打了一拳,手背灵巧地轻打在他的胸骨上。
“唔,老伙计!”菲德先生大笑一声,说道。“这正是我们所要的!说了就做。对吧!”
“菲德,”图茨先生回答道。“我向您祝贺。如果您在夫妇生活中像我一样非常幸福,那么您就不会再需要什么了。”
“我不会忘记我的老朋友,您看,”菲德先生说道,“我请他们来参加我的婚礼,图茨。”
“菲德,”图茨郑重其事地回答道,“事实是,有一些情况妨碍我在举行婚礼之前跟您通信。首先,我过去跟您谈到董贝小姐的时候,我自己真成了一条畜牲。我觉得,如果我请您参加我的婚礼的话,那么您自然会以为我是跟董贝小姐结婚;那样一来就要进行好多解释;说实话,以我的荣誉发誓,在那个关键时刻,那样做就会使我感到非常痛苦!第二,我们的婚礼完全是悄悄举行的,除了我和图茨夫人的一位朋友外,没有其他人参加;这位朋友是一位船长,我不清楚他是在那里工作的,”图茨先生说道,“但这无关紧要。菲德,图茨夫人和我本人出国旅游之前,我曾写信把发生的事情告诉了您;我希望,我这样做已完全尽到一位朋友的责任了。”
“图茨,我的朋友,”菲德先生握握他的手,说道,“我是跟您开玩笑。”
“现在,菲德,”图茨先生说道,“我将高兴地了解一下您对我的婚姻有什么看法。”
“好极了!”菲德先生回答道。
“您认为好极了,是不是,菲德?”图茨先生一本正经地说道。“那么我更该认为它好极了!因为您永远也不会知道,她是一位多么了不起的女人。”
菲德先生很乐意地认为,这是当然的,不成问题的;但是图茨先生摇摇头,认为菲德先生是不可能知道这一点的。
“您知道,”图茨先生说,“我对妻子需要的是,总之,是智慧。钱,我有,菲德,智慧,我——我却格外缺乏。”
菲德先生低声说,“啊,不,您有的,图茨!”可是图茨先生说道:
“没有,菲德,我没有。我为什么要假装有?我没有。我知道智慧在那里,”图茨先生伸出手指指他的妻子,“一大堆。我没有任何亲属因为我们的身份不同来反对我的婚姻,或者生我的气,因为我没有亲属;除了我的监护人外,从来没有什么人是属于我的,而这位监护人我一直认为他是一个海盗和海贼。菲德,所以,您知道,”图茨先生说道,“当时我不可能去跟他商量,听他的意见。”
“当然,”菲德先生说道。
“因此,”图茨先生继续说道,“我是按照我自己的意见来办的。我办这件事的那一天是多么幸福啊!菲德!除了我本人,没有人能知道这女人的脑子有多么聪明。如果有一天人们适当注意妇女的权利或所有这一类的东西的话,那么那将是由于她那高超的智慧才做到的。苏珊,我亲爱的!”图茨先生立刻将眼光从窗帘移开,“请别把你自己搞累了!”
“我亲爱的,”图茨夫人说道,“我只是在谈话。”
“可是我亲爱的,”图茨先生说道,“请别把自己搞累了。你确实必须小心。我亲爱的苏珊,请别把你自己搞累了。她很容易兴奋,”图茨先生对布林伯夫人说道,“那时她就把医生的话全都忘了。”
布林伯夫人正在开导图茨夫人必须谨慎小心的时候,文学士菲德先生向她伸出手,扶着她下楼到四轮马车那里,那马车正等待着开往教堂去。布林伯博士扶着图茨夫人。图茨先生扶着美丽的新娘,在她闪闪发光的眼镜周围,两位小女傧相穿着轻薄透明的衣衫,像飞蛾一样地飞来飞去。菲德先生的哥哥、文硕士艾尔弗雷德•菲德先生早已先走,以便去执行他的职务。
婚礼进行得非常好。科妮莉亚留着短短的、起着波纹的卷发,十分沉着冷静,就像斗鸡可能会说的,“进场了”。布林伯博士则像是一位下定决心的人那样,把她交给了新郎。两位穿着轻薄透明的衣衫的小女傧相似乎比所有其他的人更感到痛苦。布林伯夫人心情稍稍有点激动,但还是平静的,在回家的路上她跟大师、文硕士艾尔弗雷德先生说,如果她只要能在西塞罗退隐在图斯库卢姆的时候见到他的话,那么她现在就没有一个没有满足的愿望了。
然后是早餐,仍然是同样的一小群人参加。这时文学士菲德先生的情绪极高,而且传播到图茨夫人,因此好几次听到图茨先生越过桌面对她说,“我亲爱的苏珊,别把你自己搞累了!”最妙的是,图茨先生觉得自己义不容辞地需要发表讲话,所以不顾图茨夫人向他发来的一连串劝阻的电报暗码,还是平生第一次站起来致词。
“在这个屋子里,”图茨先生说道,“不论在这里做了些什么,有时使我思想混乱,那是无关紧要的,我也不责怪任何人——在这个屋子里大家经常这样对待我,就像我是布林伯博士家庭中的一个成员一样,而且在相当长的一段时间中我还有一张自己的书桌,所以今天——当我的朋友菲德——”
图茨夫人提示道,“结婚。”
“可能在这个场合说不是不适当的,或者不是完全没有兴趣的,”图茨先生露出高兴的脸色,说道,“我想说,我的妻子是个了不起的女人,这件事她可能会比我做得更好——今天当我的朋友菲德先生跟——跟——”
图茨夫人提示道,“跟布林伯小姐结婚。”
“跟菲德夫人结婚,我亲爱的!”图茨先生用私下讨论的低声说道,“‘上帝已经把他们结合在一起了,’你知道,‘不让一个人’——你不知道吗?今天当我的朋友菲德——特别是跟菲德夫人结婚的时候,我不允许不建议举杯向他们——祝酒,愿,”图茨先生眼睛盯着他的妻子,仿佛在等待灵感迅速飞临似的。“愿婚姻之神的火炬是快乐的灯塔,愿我们今天在他们道路上所撒下的花朵是——消愁释忧的雨露!”布林伯博士是爱好隐喻的,所以听了很高兴,说,“很好,图茨!确实说得很好,图茨!”同时点点头,轻轻地拍拍手。菲德先生发表了一副滑稽好笑,但却充满感情的谈话作答;然后文学硕士艾尔弗雷德•菲德先生祝布林伯博士和夫人非常幸福;文学士菲德先生祝穿着轻薄透明的衣衫的小女傧相同样幸福。然后,布林伯博士用洪亮的、田园诗的风格,发表了他的一些想法,他谈到他本人和布林伯夫人打算居住在灯心草丛中间,还谈到蜜蜂将在他们小屋周围嗡嗡飞鸣。在这之后不久,因为博士的眼睛令人注目地闪烁着亮光,他的女婿已经说过时间是为奴隶们创造的,也已问过图茨夫人是不是要唱歌,所以考虑周到的布林伯夫人就解散了这个聚会,把科妮莉亚跟她的心上人一起送进一个很凉爽很舒适的驿马车中。
图茨先生与夫人离开以后前往贝德福德旅馆(图茨夫人过去当她还是称为尼珀姑娘的时候,曾在那里待过),他们在那里收到一封信;图茨先生花了那么长久的时候念它,图茨夫人都因此感到惊恐了。
“我亲爱的苏珊,”图茨先生说道,“惊恐比兴奋更坏。请镇静下来!”
“谁写来的信?”图茨夫人问道。
“啊,我亲爱的,”图茨先生说道,“这是吉尔斯船长写来的信。别激动。他们正等待着沃尔特斯与董贝小姐回家来!”
“我亲爱的,”图茨夫人脸色很苍白,并迅速地从沙发上站起来,说道,“别想欺骗我了,因为那是没有用的。我已在你的脸上看得清清楚楚,他们已经回到家里来了。”
“她是个极了不起的女人!”图茨先生欢天喜地,非常钦佩地大声喊道,“你完全说对了,我亲爱的,他们已经回家了。
董贝小姐已经见到了她的父亲,他们已经和好了!”
“和好了!”图茨夫人拍着手,喊道。
“我亲爱的,”图茨先生说道,“请别把你自己搞累了。请记住医生的话!吉尔斯船长说——他没有直接这么说,不过根据我的理解,我想,他的意思是说——董贝小姐已经把她不幸的父亲从他的老房屋中接出来,接到她与沃尔特斯居住的一个房屋里;还说他躺在那里,病得很重——大概他已垂危,还说她日夜侍候着他。”
图茨夫人开始很悲伤地哭泣。
“我最亲爱的苏珊,”图茨先生回答道,“如果你可能的话,那么请,请,请记住医生的话!如果你不能记住的话,那么这是无关紧要的——但还是请您努力把它记住吧!”
她的妻子突然恢复了她过去的态度,非常可怜地恳求他把她带到她的可爱的宝贝、她的小女主人、她的亲爱的人等等那里去;图茨先生对她怀着强烈的同情与钦佩,因此由衷地表示同意;他们一致决定立即出发,亲自出现在船长面前,作为对他来信的答复。
图茨先生与夫人不久就动身到他那里去了。那一天,船长本人出于某种隐秘的同情心,或者由于某些巧合,不是以主要当事人的身份,而是以次要人物的身份,参加了一场隆重的结婚典礼。这件事是这样偶然发生的:
船长对弗洛伦斯与她的婴孩看了一会儿,感到无限满意,又跟沃尔特长时间地谈了话之后,就出去散步;他感到有必要对人们命运的变化独自进行一些思考,并对董贝先生的破家荡产意味深长地挥挥他那顶上了光的帽子;他生性宽厚、纯朴,所以对董贝先生深表同情。是的,要不是回想起那个婴孩的话,那么船长本会因为那位不幸的先生而情绪十分低落的;可是每当那个婴孩的记忆浮现在他心头的时候,他就感到极为高兴,因此当他沿着街道走着的时候,他高声大笑着。确实,在喜悦的突然冲动下,他不止一次把那顶上了光的帽子向上抛去,然后又接住它,使看到这种情景的人都感到十分惊奇。回忆中这两个相互冲突的主题时而把他投向光明,时而又把他投向阴影;这种迅速的交替变化,使他的心情十分难受;因此他觉得需要长时间的散步才能使自己镇静下来。由于赏心悦目的联想能够起很大作用,所以他就决定散步到他往日住所的邻近地区中去,那里住着制造桅、桨和滑车的工匠、烘烤船上硬饼干的师傅,给船装卸煤炭的工人和船员;那里可以看到熬沥青的锅、运河、船坞、旋桥以及其他能给人以安慰的东西。
这些宁静的风景,特别是石灰窑洞及附近的地区,对稳定船长的情绪起了很大的作用;他怀着重新平静的心情,向前走去;实际上,他还低声哼唱着《可爱的佩格姑娘》这支歌曲使自己快活起来;正在这个时候,一支喜气洋洋的队伍向他迎面走来,他看到了这个场面,突然间惊吓得不能动弹,一句话也说不出来。
这支可怕的队伍由那位性格刚毅的女人麦克斯廷杰领头;她保持着她那不屈不挠的坚决的神色,在她那顽固的胸前显眼地佩挂着一只大表和表链坠,船长一眼看出那是邦斯贝的财物。她在胳膊中挽着的不是别人,就是那位智慧超群的海员;他露出一个被解往他乡异国的俘虏的心神错乱、郁郁不乐的表情,逆来顺受地听从她随意摆布。在他们后面的是一群兴高采烈的小麦克斯廷杰们。在他们后面,两位外貌可怕而神色坚定的女士伴随着一位身材矮小的戴大礼帽的先生,他也兴高采烈。在末尾,是邦斯贝的男孩子,扛着好多伞。整个队伍秩序井然地向前行进。即便没有女士们那种勇猛无畏的外貌,这支队伍那种惊人的麻利劲儿也足以宣布,这是一支献祭的队列,祭品就是邦斯贝。
船长的第一个冲动是逃走。这似乎也是邦斯贝的第一个冲动,虽然从实际执行情况来看,这种尝试想必已经证明是毫无希望的。可是从队伍中发出了一声认识船长的喊声,亚历山大•麦克斯廷杰伸出两只胳膊,跑到船长跟前,船长被当场逮住了。
“唔,卡特尔船长!”麦克斯廷杰太太说道。“想不到会在这里相遇!我现在对您不怀恶意。卡特尔船长——您不用害怕,我不想提起往事,对您进行指责。我希望以另一种心情走向圣坛。”麦克斯廷杰太太说到这里停了一下,挺直了身体,长长地吸了一口气,她的胸脯因而就膨胀了起来,然后她指指那个祭品说,“这是我的丈夫,卡特尔船长。”
不幸的邦斯贝既没有向右边看,也没有向左边看;既没有看他的新娘,也没有看他的朋友,而是毫无目的地直望着前面。船长伸出手,邦斯贝也伸出了手来,但没有说一句话来回答船长的问候。
“卡特尔船长,”麦克斯廷杰太太说道,“如果您希望了结您过去的怨仇,并看看您的朋友,我的丈夫是怎样结束单身汉生活的话,那么我们很高兴您能陪同我们到小教堂去。这里有一位女士,”麦克斯廷杰转向两位女士当中更为勇猛的一位,说道,“她是我的女傧相;有您保护她,她一定会很高兴的,卡特尔船长。”
那位身材矮小的戴大礼帽的先生看来是另一位女士的丈夫;他看到他的一位同胞被降低到跟他同等的身份,显然喜出望外,就让出位子,把那位女士交给卡特尔船长照顾。那位女士立刻抓住他,说,时间不能耽误了,同时高声命令向前走。
船长对他朋友的忧虑最初还夹杂着几分对他自己的忧虑,因为一种惟恐自己也会被强迫结婚的模糊的恐怖使他流出了满身大汗,后来还是他对宗教仪式的知识才把他从这种忧虑中解救了出来。因为他记起只有说了“我愿意”这三个字才能承担法律上的责任,并决定在被问到任何问题的时候都将一清二楚地回答“我不愿意”,因此他就感到自己安全无恙了。在他原先怀有忧虑的情况下,他曾经有一段时间没有感觉到如今他也是其中一员的队伍正在行进,也没有听到他那位女伴的谈话。但当他心情稍稍安定下来以后,他从这位女士那里知道,她是曾经在海关就职的博库姆先生的寡妇,也是麦克斯廷杰太太最亲爱的朋友;她认为麦克斯廷杰太太是她们女性的楷模;她常常听到她谈起船长,希望现在他已悔恨过去所过的生活;她希望邦斯贝先生知道他已获得了何等的幸福,但是她害怕男人在失去这种幸福之前很少知道这种幸福是什么,还谈了其他这一类内容的话。
在所有这些时间中,船长不能不注意到,博库姆太太的眼睛一直牢牢盯着新郎;每当他们走进一个院子或其他便于逃跑的狭窄的转弯处时,她就密切提防着;如果他企图溜脱的话,那么她就切断他的后路。另一位女士,以及她的丈夫,那位身材矮小、戴大礼帽的先生,也按照预定的计划,同样明显地在警戒着;那位可怜的人则被麦克斯廷杰太太牢牢抓紧,任何想要靠逃跑来保全自己的企图都是枉费心机。甚至过路的普通老百姓对这也看得一清二楚,他们发出嘲笑和叫喊来表达他们对这个事实的感受,但可怕的麦克斯廷杰对这一切满不在乎,毫不妥协,邦斯贝本人则好像处在一种不知不觉的状态中。
船长作了好多尝试来跟这位才智出众的人打招呼,哪怕是说一个单音节的词或者是做个手势也好;可是因为守卫人员保持着警惕,也因为邦斯贝一向特殊的性格,难于用任何外面的可见的暗号来引起他的注意,所以他的尝试总是失败。这样他们就到达了小教堂;那是一座整洁的、涂刷了白粉的大建筑物,最近被梅尔奇斯代克•豪勒尔大师租用过;他在大家十分坚持的请求下,同意把世界末日再延长两年,但是他告诉他的信徒们,到那时候,世界肯定要毁灭了。
当梅尔奇斯代克大师正在做一个即席祷告的时候,船长找到一个机会在新郎的耳旁用低沉的说道:
“最近的情况怎么样,我的朋友,最近的情况怎么样?”
邦斯贝忘记了梅尔奇斯代克大师(这只能用他的绝望处境来解释),回答道:
“糟透了。”
“杰克•邦斯贝先生,”船长低声问道:“您到这里来是出于您的自愿吗?”
邦斯贝先生回答道,“不是。”
“那么您为什么要到这里来,我的朋友?”船长自然而然地提出了这个问题。
邦斯贝仍然在看着,而且一直以呆板的神情看着这个世界的对面,没有回答。
“为什么不掉转船头,离开航道?”船长问道。
“嗯?”邦斯贝怀着一线希望,低声说道。
“离开航道,”船长说道。
“有什么用?”孤独无助的聪明人回答道,“她又把我抓住了。”
“试一试!”船长回答道。“别灰心丧气!来吧!现在是您的好时机。离开航道吧,杰克•邦斯贝!”
可是杰克•邦斯贝没有听从这个劝告,而是悲伤地低声说道:
“都是从您的箱子开始的。我为什么那天夜里要把她护送回家呢?”
“我的朋友,”船长结结巴巴地说道,“我原以为是您战胜了她,而不是她战胜了您。您是个这样见多识广的聪明人!”
邦斯贝先生只是发出一声压抑住的呼声。
“来吧!”船长用胳膊肘轻轻地推推他,说道,“现在是您的好时机!离开航道吧!我将会掩护您的退路。现在是逃走的时候!邦斯贝!这是为了自由。下决心吧!一!”
邦斯贝一动不动。
“邦斯贝,”船长低声说道,“下决心吧!二!”
拜期贝第二次没有动。
“邦斯贝!”船长催促道,“这是为了自由;下决心吧!三!
要么现在逃走,要么永远也逃走不了了!”
邦斯贝那时还没有动,而且永远也不动了,因为麦克斯廷杰在这之后立即跟他结了婚。
在婚礼中船长感到最可怕的情况之一是朱莉安娜•麦克斯廷杰对婚礼所显示出的极大的兴趣,以及这位很有前途、现在已经是她母亲的翻版的孩子在观察整个程序进行时所表现出的不详的专心致志。船长从这当中看到了捕获男子的圈套正接连不断、无穷无尽地伸展开来;也看到了海员们世世代代所受的压制与胁迫,它注定了海运事业必然的命运。这景象比博库姆太太和另一位女士的坚定无畏的神态,比那位身材矮小的戴大礼帽的先生的兴高采烈的情绪,或甚至比麦克斯廷杰太太的凶恶而又坚强的性格更使他难忘。年幼的麦克斯廷杰们对正在进行的事情很不了解,更不关心,在仪式进行过程中主要在相互踩半高统靴;但是这些可怜的小儿们的行为只是更加衬托出和点缀了朱莉安娜身上所显露出的发育过早的妇女的征象。船长想,再过一、两年,居住在这些孩子们的家里将会遭到毁灭。
婚礼结束的时候,所有年轻的家庭成员们都跳跃着拥到邦斯贝先生身前,亲切地称他为爸爸,向他欢呼,并从他那里讨取半便士。这些感情洋溢的场面过去之后,队伍准备又要出发,这时由于亚历山大•麦克斯廷杰意想不到地极度悲痛,因此把出发时间稍稍推迟了一些时候。看来,这个可爱的孩子把小教堂跟墓碑联系起来了;他认为进小教堂的目的如果不是像平时那样去做礼拜的话,那么他就以为他的母亲即将被庄重地埋葬,他将永远失去她了;他因为确信这一点,心中十分痛苦,就用令人惊奇的气力,拼命大哭,脸色都发青了。这种亲切的感情的表露不管多么使他的母亲感动,但这位杰出的女人的性格却不允许她的赞许退化为软弱。所以,她为了开导他醒悟,对他的头进行摇晃,刺戳,责骂以及采取其他类似的措施仍然失效之后,就把他拉到新鲜空气中,试用另一种方法;婚礼的参加者们听到迅速传来了接连不断的尖锐的类似鼓掌的,然后他们看到亚历山大接触到庭院中极冷的铺路石,脸孔涨得通红,高声痛哭起来。
然后,队伍又重新排好,并向结婚筵席已摆好的布里格广场进发;它按照来的次序回去,路旁的人群向邦斯贝发出了许多诙谐的祝贺,恭喜他新近获得的幸福。船长一直陪送到住宅门口;但是博库姆太太愈来愈亲热的态度使他感到不安,因为这位女士已经从她全神贯注的任务中解脱出来(由于新郎已经平安无事地结了婚,女士们的警惕与戒备因而都明显地减弱了),所以腾得出空闲的时间来对他表露兴趣,于是他就在那里用微弱的,以另有约会作为借口,离开了那个住所和那位俘虏,并答应很快就回来。船长还有一个不安的理由,就是他后悔地回想起,邦斯贝被俘首先是他促成的;虽然他确实并非有意要去促成,而是他对这位才智超群的人的智慧无限信任的结果。
直接回到木制海军军官候补生的家里去看望老所尔•吉尔斯,而不首先绕道去打听一下董贝先生的情况怎样,这不是船长所想选择的路线;尽管董贝先生躺着养病的房屋是在伦敦近郊,一块荒野的边缘,他也还是要去。所以当他已走累了的时候,他就在半路得到一个人的帮助,搭了他的车,愉快地完成了其余的旅程。
窗帘已经拉下来,房屋十分寂静,因此船长几乎害怕敲门;但是他挨着门静听,听到里面靠近门口的地方有轻微的,所以就轻轻地敲了一下。图茨先生前来开门。实际上,图茨先生和他的妻子刚刚才到达那里;他们首先到海军军官候补生那里找他,并从那里得到这个住址。
虽然他们不久前才到达那里,但图茨夫人已经从什么人那里把婴孩抓到手,把他抱在怀里,坐在楼梯上,搂着他,爱抚着他。弗洛伦斯在她身旁,向他们弯下身子;谁也不知道,图茨夫人搂得最多,爱抚得最多的是谁,是母亲还是婴儿;谁也不知道,谁最爱谁,是弗洛伦斯最爱图茨夫人,还是图茨夫人最爱弗洛伦斯,还是两个人最爱这小婴孩;这几个人满怀着深情与激动。
“您的爸爸病得很重吗,我亲爱的宝贝弗洛伊小姐?”苏珊问道。
“他病得很重,很重,”弗洛伦斯说道。“但是,苏珊,亲爱的,您不应该像过去那样对我说话。啊,这是什么?”弗洛伦斯惊奇地摸摸她的衣服,说道,“这是您过去的旧衣服吗,亲爱的?这是您过去的帽子,卷发,一切都是过去的吗?”
苏珊突然泪流满脸,大哭起来,并在那只十分惊异地抚摸着她的小手上像阵雨一般地不断吻着。
“我亲爱的董贝小姐,”图茨先生向前走了一步,说道,“我来向您解释。她是一位极了不起的女人。没有多少人能比得上她!她经常说——她在我们结婚之前就说了,一直说到今天——,您不论什么时候回到家里,她都要来看您;她不穿别的衣服,而只穿她过去服侍您时穿过的衣服,因为唯恐不这样她在您面前就会显得生疏起来,也唯恐您会不像过去那么喜欢她。我本人赞美这衣服,”图茨先生说道,“我喜欢她穿着它!我亲爱的董贝小姐,她将重新做您的侍女,您的保姆,以及她过去曾做过的一切。她没有变。”图茨先生怀着伟大的感情与崇高的钦佩的心情,说了这些话以后,又说道,“但是,苏珊,我亲爱的,我所要请求的只是,您要记住医生的话,不要把自己搞得太累了。”
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Chapter 61
Relenting
Florence had need of help. Her father's need of it was sore, and made the aid of her old friend invaluable. Death stood at his pillow. A shade, already, of what he had been, shattered in mind, and perilously sick in body, he laid his weary head down on the bed his daughter's hands prepared for him, and had never raised it since.
She was always with him. He knew her, generally; though, in the wandering of his brain, he often confused the circumstances under which he spoke to her. Thus he would address her, sometimes, as if his boy were newly dead; and would tell her, that although he had said nothing of her ministering at the little bedside, yet he had seen it - he had seen it; and then would hide his face and sob, and put out his worn hand. Sometimes he would ask her for herself. 'Where is Florence?' 'I am here, Papa, I am here.' 'I don't know her!' he would cry. 'We have been parted so long, that I don't know her!' and then a staring dread would he upon him, until she could soothe his perturbation; and recall the tears she tried so hard, at other times, to dry.
He rambled through the scenes of his old pursuits - through many where Florence lost him as she listened - sometimes for hours. He would repeat that childish question, 'What is money?' and ponder on it, and think about it, and reason with himself, more or less connectedly, for a good answer; as if it had never been proposed to him until that moment. He would go on with a musing repetition of the title of his old firm twenty thousand times, and at every one of them, would turn his head upon his pillow. He would count his children - one - two - stop, and go back, and begin again in the same way.
But this was when his mind was in its most distracted state. In all the other phases of its illness, and in those to which it was most constant, it always turned on Florence. What he would oftenest do was this: he would recall that night he had so recently remembered, the night on which she came down to his room, and would imagine that his heart smote him, and that he went out after her, and up the stairs to seek her. Then, confounding that time with the later days of the many footsteps, he would be amazed at their number, and begin to count them as he followed her. Here, of a sudden, was a bloody footstep going on among the others; and after it there began to be, at intervals, doors standing open, through which certain terrible pictures were seen, in mirrors, of haggard men, concealing something in their breasts. Still, among the many footsteps and the bloody footsteps here and there, was the step of Florence. Still she was going on before. Still the restless mind went, following and counting, ever farther, ever higher, as to the summit of a mighty tower that it took years to climb.
One day he inquired if that were not Susan who had spoken a long while ago.
Florence said 'Yes, dear Papa;' and asked him would he like to see her?
He said 'very much.' And Susan, with no little trepidation, showed herself at his bedside.
It seemed a great relief to him. He begged her not to go; to understand that he forgave her what she had said; and that she was to stay. Florence and he were very different now, he said, and very happy. Let her look at this! He meant his drawing the gentle head down to his pillow, and laying it beside him.
He remained like this for days and weeks. At length, lying, the faint feeble semblance of a man, upon his bed, and speaking in a voice so low that they could only hear him by listening very near to his lips, he became quiet. It was dimly pleasant to him now, to lie there, with the window open, looking out at the summer sky and the trees: and, in the evening, at the sunset. To watch the shadows of the clouds and leaves, and seem to feel a sympathy with shadows. It was natural that he should. To him, life and the world were nothing else.
He began to show now that he thought of Florence's fatigue: and often taxed his weakness to whisper to her, 'Go and walk, my dearest, in the sweet air. Go to your good husband!' One time when Walter was in his room, he beckoned him to come near, and to stoop down; and pressing his hand, whispered an assurance to him that he knew he could trust him with his child when he was dead.
It chanced one evening, towards sunset, when Florence and Walter were sitting in his room together, as he liked to see them, that Florence, having her baby in her arms, began in a low voice to sing to the little fellow, and sang the old tune she had so often sung to the dead child: He could not bear it at the time; he held up his trembling hand, imploring her to stop; but next day he asked her to repeat it, and to do so often of an evening: which she did. He listening, with his face turned away.
Florence was sitting on a certain time by his window, with her work-basket between her and her old attendant, who was still her faithful companion. He had fallen into a doze. It was a beautiful evening, with two hours of light to come yet; and the tranquillity and quiet made Florence very thoughtful. She was lost to everything for the moment, but the occasion when the so altered figure on the bed had first presented her to her beautiful Mama; when a touch from Walter leaning on the back of her chair, made her start.
'My dear,' said Walter, 'there is someone downstairs who wishes to speak to you.
She fancied Walter looked grave, and asked him if anything had happened.
'No, no, my love!' said Walter. 'I have seen the gentleman myself, and spoken with him. Nothing has happened. Will you come?'
Florence put her arm through his; and confiding her father to the black-eyed Mrs Toots, who sat as brisk and smart at her work as black-eyed woman could, accompanied her husband downstairs. In the pleasant little parlour opening on the garden, sat a gentleman, who rose to advance towards her when she came in, but turned off, by reason of some peculiarity in his legs, and was only stopped by the table.
Florence then remembered Cousin Feenix, whom she had not at first recognised in the shade of the leaves. Cousin Feenix took her hand, and congratulated her upon her marriage.
'I could have wished, I am sure,' said Cousin Feenix, sitting down as Florence sat, to have had an earlier opportunity of offering my congratulations; but, in point of fact, so many painful occurrences have happened, treading, as a man may say, on one another's heels, that I have been in a devil of a state myself, and perfectly unfit for every description of society. The only description of society I have kept, has been my own; and it certainly is anything but flattering to a man's good opinion of his own sources, to know that, in point of fact, he has the capacity of boring himself to a perfectly unlimited extent.'
Florence divined, from some indefinable constraint and anxiety in this gentleman's manner - which was always a gentleman's, in spite of the harmless little eccentricities that attached to it - and from Walter's manner no less, that something more immediately tending to some object was to follow this.
'I have been mentioning to my friend Mr Gay, if I may be allowed to have the honour of calling him so,' said Cousin Feenix, 'that I am rejoiced to hear that my friend Dombey is very decidedly mending. I trust my friend Dombey will not allow his mind to be too much preyed upon, by any mere loss of fortune. I cannot say that I have ever experienced any very great loss of fortune myself: never having had, in point of fact, any great amount of fortune to lose. But as much as I could lose, I have lost; and I don't find that I particularly care about it. I know my friend Dombey to be a devilish honourable man; and it's calculated to console my friend Dombey very much, to know, that this is the universal sentiment. Even Tommy Screwzer, - a man of an extremely bilious habit, with whom my friend Gay is probably acquainted - cannot say a syllable in disputation of the fact.'
Florence felt, more than ever, that there was something to come; and looked earnestly for it. So earnestly, that Cousin Feenix answered, as if she had spoken.
'The fact is,' said Cousin Feenix, 'that my friend Gay and myself have been discussing the propriety of entreating a favour at your hands; and that I have the consent of my friend Gay - who has met me in an exceedingly kind and open manner, for which I am very much indebted to him - to solicit it. I am sensible that so amiable a lady as the lovely and accomplished daughter of my friend Dombey will not require much urging; but I am happy to know, that I am supported by my friend Gay's influence and approval. As in my parliamentary time, when a man had a motion to make of any sort - which happened seldom in those days, for we were kept very tight in hand, the leaders on both sides being regular Martinets, which was a devilish good thing for the rank and file, like myself, and prevented our exposing ourselves continually, as a great many of us had a feverish anxiety to do - as' in my parliamentary time, I was about to say, when a man had leave to let off any little private popgun, it was always considered a great point for him to say that he had the happiness of believing that his sentiments were not without an echo in the breast of Mr Pitt; the pilot, in point of fact, who had weathered the storm. Upon which, a devilish large number of fellows immediately cheered, and put him in spirits. Though the fact is, that these fellows, being under orders to cheer most excessively whenever Mr Pitt's name was mentioned, became so proficient that it always woke 'em. And they were so entirely innocent of what was going on, otherwise, that it used to be commonly said by Conversation Brown - four-bottle man at the Treasury Board, with whom the father of my friend Gay was probably acquainted, for it was before my friend Gay's time - that if a man had risen in his place, and said that he regretted to inform the house that there was an Honourable Member in the last stage of convulsions in the Lobby, and that the Honourable Member's name was Pitt, the approbation would have been vociferous.'
This postponement of the point, put Florence in a flutter; and she looked from Cousin Feenix to Walter, in increasing agitatioN
'My love,' said Walter, 'there is nothing the matter.
'There is nothing the matter, upon my honour,' said Cousin Feenix; 'and I am deeply distressed at being the means of causing you a moment's uneasiness. I beg to assure you that there is nothing the matter. The favour that I have to ask is, simply - but it really does seem so exceedingly singular, that I should be in the last degree obliged to my friend Gay if he would have the goodness to break the - in point of fact, the ice,' said Cousin Feenix.
Walter thus appealed to, and appealed to no less in the look that Florence turned towards him, said:
'My dearest, it is no more than this. That you will ride to London with this gentleman, whom you know.
'And my friend Gay, also - I beg your pardon!' interrupted Cousin Feenix.
And with me - and make a visit somewhere.'
'To whom?' asked Florence, looking from one to the other.
'If I might entreat,' said Cousin Feenix, 'that you would not press for an answer to that question, I would venture to take the liberty of making the request.'
'Do you know, Walter?'
'Yes.'
'And think it right?'
'Yes. Only because I am sure that you would too. Though there may be reasons I very well understand, which make it better that nothing more should be said beforehand.'
'If Papa is still asleep, or can spare me if he is awake, I will go immediately,' said Florence. And rising quietly, and glancing at them with a look that was a little alarmed but perfectly confiding, left the room.
When she came back, ready to bear them company, they were talking together, gravely, at the window; and Florence could not but wonder what the topic was, that had made them so well acquainted in so short a time. She did not wonder at the look of pride and love with which her husband broke off as she entered; for she never saw him, but that rested on her.
'I will leave,' said Cousin Feenix, 'a card for my friend Dombey, sincerely trusting that he will pick up health and strength with every returning hour. And I hope my friend Dombey will do me the favour to consider me a man who has a devilish warm admiration of his character, as, in point of fact, a British merchant and a devilish upright gentleman. My place in the country is in a most confounded state of dilapidation, but if my friend Dombey should require a change of air, and would take up his quarters there, he would find it a remarkably healthy spot - as it need be, for it's amazingly dull. If my friend Dombey suffers from bodily weakness, and would allow me to recommend what has frequently done myself good, as a man who has been extremely queer at times, and who lived pretty freely in the days when men lived very freely, I should say, let it be in point of fact the yolk of an egg, beat up with sugar and nutmeg, in a glass of sherry, and taken in the morning with a slice of dry toast. Jackson, who kept the boxing-rooms in Bond Street - man of very superior qualifications, with whose reputation my friend Gay is no doubt acquainted - used to mention that in training for the ring they substituted rum for sherry. I should recommend sherry in this case, on account of my friend Dombey being in an invalided condition; which might occasion rum to fly - in point of fact to his head - and throw him into a devil of a state.'
Of all this, Cousin Feenix delivered himself with an obviously nervous and discomposed air. Then, giving his arm to Florence, and putting the strongest possible constraint upon his wilful legs, which seemed determined to go out into the garden, he led her to the door, and handed her into a carriage that was ready for her reception.
Walter entered after him, and they drove away.
Their ride was six or eight miles long. When they drove through certain dull and stately streets, lying westward in London, it was growing dusk. Florence had, by this time, put her hand in Walter's; and was looking very earnestly, and with increasing agitation, into every new street into which they turned.
When the carriage stopped, at last, before that house in Brook Street, where her father's unhappy marriage had been celebrated, Florence said, 'Walter, what is this? Who is here?' Walter cheering her, and not replying, she glanced up at the house-front, and saw that all the windows were shut, as if it were uninhabited. Cousin Feenix had by this time alighted, and was offering his hand.
'Are you not coming, Walter?'
'No, I will remain here. Don't tremble there is nothing to fear, dearest Florence.'
'I know that, Walter, with you so near. I am sure of that, but - '
The door was softly opened, without any knock, and Cousin Feenix led her out of the summer evening air into the close dull house. More sombre and brown than ever, it seemed to have been shut up from the wedding-day, and to have hoarded darkness and sadness ever since.
Florence ascended the dusky staircase, trembling; and stopped, with her conductor, at the drawing-room door. He opened it, without speaking, and signed an entreaty to her to advance into the inner room, while he remained there. Florence, after hesitating an instant, complied.
Sitting by the window at a table, where she seemed to have been writing or drawing, was a lady, whose head, turned away towards the dying light, was resting on her hand. Florence advancing, doubtfully, all at once stood still, as if she had lost the power of motion. The lady turned her head.
'Great Heaven!' she said, 'what is this?'
'No, no!' cried Florence, shrinking back as she rose up and putting out her hands to keep her off. 'Mama!'
They stood looking at each other. Passion and pride had worn it, but it was the face of Edith, and beautiful and stately yet. It was the face of Florence, and through all the terrified avoidance it expressed, there was pity in it, sorrow, a grateful tender memory. On each face, wonder and fear were painted vividly; each so still and silent, looking at the other over the black gulf of the irrevocable past.
Florence was the first to change. Bursting into tears, she said from her full heart, 'Oh, Mama, Mama! why do we meet like this? Why were you ever kind to me when there was no one else, that we should meet like this?'
Edith stood before her, dumb and motionless. Her eyes were fixed upon her face.
'I dare not think of that,' said Florence, 'I am come from Papa's sick bed. We are never asunder now; we never shall be' any more. If you would have me ask his pardon, I will do it, Mama. I am almost sure he will grant it now, if I ask him. May Heaven grant it to you, too, and comfort you!'
She answered not a word.
'Walter - I am married to him, and we have a son,' said Florence, timidly - 'is at the door, and has brought me here. I will tell him that you are repentant; that you are changed,' said Florence, looking mournfully upon her; 'and he will speak to Papa with me, I know. Is there anything but this that I can do?'
Edith, breaking her silence, without moving eye or limb, answered slowly:
'The stain upon your name, upon your husband's, on your child's. Will that ever be forgiven, Florence?'
'Will it ever be, Mama? It is! Freely, freely, both by Walter and by me. If that is any consolation to you, there is nothing that you may believe more certainly. You do not - you do not,' faltered Florence, 'speak of Papa; but I am sure you wish that I should ask him for his forgiveness. I am sure you do.'
She answered not a word.
'I will!' said Florence. 'I will bring it you, if you will let me; and then, perhaps, we may take leave of each other, more like what we used to be to one another. I have not,' said Florence very gently, and drawing nearer to her, 'I have not shrunk back from you, Mama, because I fear you, or because I dread to be disgraced by you. I only wish to do my duty to Papa. I am very dear to him, and he is very dear to me. But I never can forget that you were very good to me. Oh, pray to Heaven,' cried Florence, falling on her bosom, 'pray to Heaven, Mama, to forgive you all this sin and shame, and to forgive me if I cannot help doing this (if it is wrong), when I remember what you used to be!'
Edith, as if she fell beneath her touch, sunk down on her knees, and caught her round the neck.
'Florence!' she cried. 'My better angel! Before I am mad again, before my stubbornness comes back and strikes me dumb, believe me, upon my soul I am innocent!'
'Mama!'
'Guilty of much! Guilty of that which sets a waste between us evermore. Guilty of what must separate me, through the whole remainder of my life, from purity and innocence - from you, of all the earth. Guilty of a blind and passionate resentment, of which I do not, cannot, will not, even now, repent; but not guilty with that dead man. Before God!'
Upon her knees upon the ground, she held up both her hands, and swore it.
'Florence!' she said, 'purest and best of natures, - whom I love - who might have changed me long ago, and did for a time work some change even in the woman that I am, - believe me, I am innocent of that; and once more, on my desolate heart, let me lay this dear head, for the last time!'
She was moved and weeping. Had she been oftener thus in older days, she had been happier now.
'There is nothing else in all the world,' she said, 'that would have wrung denial from me. No love, no hatred, no hope, no threat. I said that I would die, and make no sign. I could have done so, and I would, if we had never met, Florence.
'I trust,' said Cousin Feenix, ambling in at the door, and speaking, half in the room, and half out of it, 'that my lovely and accomplished relative will excuse my having, by a little stratagem, effected this meeting. I cannot say that I was, at first, wholly incredulous as to the possibility of my lovely and accomplished relative having, very unfortunately, committed herself with the deceased person with white teeth; because in point of fact, one does see, in this world - which is remarkable for devilish strange arrangements, and for being decidedly the most unintelligible thing within a man's experience - very odd conjunctions of that sort. But as I mentioned to my friend Dombey, I could not admit the criminality of my lovely and accomplished relative until it was perfectly established. And feeling, when the deceased person was, in point of fact, destroyed in a devilish horrible manner, that her position was a very painful one - and feeling besides that our family had been a little to blame in not paying more attention to her, and that we are a careless family - and also that my aunt, though a devilish lively woman, had perhaps not been the very best of mothers - I took the liberty of seeking her in France, and offering her such protection as a man very much out at elbows could offer. Upon which occasion, my lovely and accomplished relative did me the honour to express that she believed I was, in my way, a devilish good sort of fellow; and that therefore she put herself under my protection. Which in point of fact I understood to be a kind thing on the part of my lovely and accomplished relative, as I am getting extremely shaky, and have derived great comfort from her solicitude.'
Edith, who had taken Florence to a sofa, made a gesture with her hand as if she would have begged him to say no more.
'My lovely and accomplished relative,' resumed Cousin Feenix, still ambling about at the door, 'will excuse me, if, for her satisfaction, and my own, and that of my friend Dombey, whose lovely and accomplished daughter we so much admire, I complete the thread of my observations. She will remember that, from the first, she and I never alluded to the subject of her elopement. My impression, certainly, has always been, that there was a mystery in the affair which she could explain if so inclined. But my lovely and accomplished relative being a devilish resolute woman, I knew that she was not, in point of fact, to be trifled with, and therefore did not involve myself in any discussions. But, observing lately, that her accessible point did appear to be a very strong description of tenderness for the daughter of my friend Dombey, it occurred to me that if I could bring about a meeting, unexpected on both sides, it might lead to beneficial results. Therefore, we being in London, in the present private way, before going to the South of Italy, there to establish ourselves, in point of fact, until we go to our long homes, which is a devilish disagreeable reflection for a man, I applied myself to the discovery of the residence of my friend Gay - handsome man of an uncommonly frank disposition, who is probably known to my lovely and accomplished relative - and had the happiness of bringing his amiable wife to the present place. And now,' said Cousin Feenix, with a real and genuine earnestness shining through the levity of his manner and his slipshod speech, 'I do conjure my relative, not to stop half way, but to set right, as far as she can, whatever she has done wrong - not for the honour of her family, not for her own fame, not for any of those considerations which unfortunate circumstances have induced her to regard as hollow, and in point of fact, as approaching to humbug - but because it is wrong, and not right.'
Cousin Feenix's legs consented to take him away after this; and leaving them alone together, he shut the door.
Edith remained silent for some minutes, with Florence sitting close beside her. Then she took from her bosom a sealed paper.
'I debated with myself a long time,' she said in a low voice, 'whether to write this at all, in case of dying suddenly or by accident, and feeling the want of it upon me. I have deliberated, ever since, when and how to destroy it. Take it, Florence. The truth is written in it.'
'Is it for Papa?' asked Florence.
'It is for whom you will,' she answered. 'It is given to you, and is obtained by you. He never could have had it otherwise.'
Again they sat silent, in the deepening darkness.
'Mama,' said Florence, 'he has lost his fortune; he has been at the point of death; he may not recover, even now. Is there any word that I shall say to him from you?'
'Did you tell me,' asked Edith, 'that you were very dear to him?'
'Yes!' said Florence, in a thrilling voice.
'Tell him I am sorry that we ever met.
'No more?' said Florence after a pause.
'Tell him, if he asks, that I do not repent of what I have done - not yet - for if it were to do again to-morrow, I should do it. But if he is a changed man - '
She stopped. There was something in the silent touch of Florence's hand that stopped her.
'But that being a changed man, he knows, now, it would never be. Tell him I wish it never had been.'
'May I say,' said Florence, 'that you grieved to hear of the afflictions he has suffered?'
'Not,' she replied, 'if they have taught him that his daughter is very dear to him. He will not grieve for them himself, one day, if they have brought that lesson, Florence.'
'You wish well to him, and would have him happy. I am sure you would!' said Florence. 'Oh! let me be able, if I have the occasion at some future time, to say so?'
Edith sat with her dark eyes gazing steadfastly before her, and did not reply until Florence had repeated her entreaty; when she drew her hand within her arm, and said, with the same thoughtful gaze upon the night outside:
'Tell him that if, in his own present, he can find any reason to compassionate my past, I sent word that I asked him to do so. Tell him that if, in his own present, he can find a reason to think less bitterly of me, I asked him to do so. Tell him, that, dead as we are to one another, never more to meet on this side of eternity, he knows there is one feeling in common between us now, that there never was before.'
Her sternness seemed to yield, and there were tears in her dark eyes.
'I trust myself to that,' she said, 'for his better thoughts of me, and mine of him. When he loves his Florence most, he will hate me least. When he is most proud and happy in her and her children, he will be most repentant of his own part in the dark vision of our married life. At that time, I will be repentant too - let him know it then - and think that when I thought so much of all the causes that had made me what I was, I needed to have allowed more for the causes that had made him what he was. I will try, then, to forgive him his share of blame. Let him try to forgive me mine!'
'Oh Mama!' said Florence. 'How it lightens my heart, even in such a strange meeting and parting, to hear this!'
'Strange words in my own ears,' said Edith, 'and foreign to the sound of my own voice! But even if I had been the wretched creature I have given him occasion to believe me, I think I could have said them still, hearing that you and he were very dear to one another. Let him, when you are dearest, ever feel that he is most forbearing in his thoughts of me - that I am most forbearing in my thoughts of him! Those are the last words I send him! Now, goodbye, my life!'
She clasped her in her arms, and seemed to pour out all her woman's soul of love and tenderness at once.
'This kiss for your child! These kisses for a blessing on your head! My own dear Florence, my sweet girl, farewell!'
'To meet again!' cried Florence.
'Never again! Never again! When you leave me in this dark room, think that you have left me in the grave. Remember only that I was once, and that I loved you!'
And Florence left her, seeing her face no more, but accompanied by her embraces and caresses to the last.
Cousin Feenix met her at the door, and took her down to Walter in the dingy dining room, upon whose shoulder she laid her head weeping.
'I am devilish sorry,' said Cousin Feenix, lifting his wristbands to his eyes in the simplest manner possible, and without the least concealment, 'that the lovely and accomplished daughter of my friend Dombey and amiable wife of my friend Gay, should have had her sensitive nature so very much distressed and cut up by the interview which is just concluded. But I hope and trust I have acted for the best, and that my honourable friend Dombey will find his mind relieved by the disclosures which have taken place. I exceedingly lament that my friend Dombey should have got himself, in point of fact, into the devil's own state of conglomeration by an alliance with our family; but am strongly of opinion that if it hadn't been for the infernal scoundrel Barker - man with white teeth - everything would have gone on pretty smoothly. In regard to my relative who does me the honour to have formed an uncommonly good opinion of myself, I can assure the amiable wife of my friend Gay, that she may rely on my being, in point of fact, a father to her. And in regard to the changes of human life, and the extraordinary manner in which we are perpetually conducting ourselves, all I can say is, with my friend Shakespeare - man who wasn't for an age but for all time, and with whom my friend Gay is no doubt acquainted - that its like the shadow of a dream.'
弗洛伦斯需要帮助。她的父亲特别需要帮助。她的老朋友在这时前来雪中送炭,这份情谊显得特别珍贵。死神站在他的枕边。过去的他如今只剩下一个影子。他心神破碎,躯体病危,疲乏的头躺在床上他女儿的手上(这是为他准备的),从此再也没有抬起来过。
她经常跟他在一起。他通常是认识她的;但在神志昏迷的时候,他常常弄不清他跟她讲话时的周围环境,而跟别的情况混淆起来。因此他有时跟她谈话的口气就仿佛他的儿子刚去世不久;他会跟她说,他曾看到她在小床边侍候——虽然他过去一句话也没有谈过这一点,但这个情况他是看到过的——;然后他会把脸掩藏在枕头里,抽泣起来,并伸出他消瘦的手。有时他会问她,“弗洛伦斯在哪里?”“我在这里,爸爸,我在这里。”“我不认识她!”他会这样喊道。“我们分离得这么久,我不认识她了!”那时他的眼睛就一动不动地瞪着,恐怖就会笼罩在他身上,直到她能安慰他,使他慌乱的心平静下来为止;这时候她忍着不让自己的眼泪流出,而在别的时候她却费很大劲才能使这些眼泪不流。
有时他好几个小时说着梦话,说到他过去经营商业的一些情景;弗洛伦斯听他说的时候许多地方都听不明白。他会重复那个孩子的问题,“钱是什么?”然后沉思着,考虑着,并多少相互连贯地自己跟自己议论着,以求得一个最好的答复,仿佛在这时之前,这个问题从来不曾向他提出来过似的。他会两万次沉思默想地、继续不断地重复他过去公司的名称,每说到一次都会把头转向枕头。他会计算他孩子的数目——一——二——停住,然后回去,用同样的方式重新开始。
但这是当他的精神处于最错乱时的情形。在他生病的其他时候,也是比较经常的时候,他常常想到弗洛伦斯。他最时常会做的是这样一些事情:他会想起最近记忆起来的那个夜间,那个她曾经走到楼下他的房间里的那个夜间,他会想象他的心里非常痛苦,而且他还跑出去追她,并上楼去找她。然后他把那个时候跟后来看到许多脚印的日子混淆起来了;他对脚印的数量感到吃惊,当他跟在她后面的时候,他会开始数它们。突然,在其他脚印中间,出现了一只带血的脚印,一直向前走着。然后,他开始看到在隔一定时间就看到的敞开着的门;往门里看,他可以在镜子中看见形容枯槁的人的可怕的映像,这人把什么东西掩藏在胸中。在许多脚印和带血的脚印中间,这里那里一直都有弗洛伦斯的脚印;她依旧在前面走。他依旧怀着一颗烦乱不宁的心,在后面跟随着,数着,一直向前走,一直往更高的地方爬,一直爬到一座宏伟的塔的尖顶上,那是需要好多年才能攀登上的。
有一天他问,好久以前跟他讲话的是不是苏珊。
弗洛伦斯回答道,“是的,亲爱的爸爸,”然后问他,他是不是想见她?
他说,“很想见”。于是苏珊全身不是没有哆嗦地走到他的床边。
这对他似乎是极大的安慰。他恳求她别走;他已原谅了她过去所说过的话,要她留下来;他说,现在弗洛伦斯跟他和过去已完全不同了,他们很幸福。让她来看看这!他把那个温柔的头拉到他的枕头上,让它躺在他的旁边。
他好几天、好几个星期一直处于这样的状态。终于有一天他开始平静下来了,他——一个虚弱无力的、只有几分像人的人——躺在床上,说话的很低,只有挨近他的嘴唇才能听得到。现在,他躺在那里,通过打开的窗子,向外看到夏日的天空和树木,傍晚还看到日落,心中感到一种说不清的愉快。他注视着云彩与树叶的阴影,似乎对阴影产生了同情。他有这种感情是很自然的。对他来说,生活与世界仅仅是阴影而已。
他开始为弗洛伦斯的疲累感到不安,常常不顾自己体弱,低声在她耳旁说,“我亲爱的,到新鲜空气中去散散步吧。到你的好丈夫那里去吧!”有一次,当沃尔特在他房间里的时候,他招呼他走近一些,并弯下身子,然后他紧握着他的手,低声对他说,他知道,当他死去的时候,他可以把女儿信托给他。
有一个傍晚,快要日落的时候,弗洛伦斯和沃尔特一起坐在他的房间中(因为他喜欢看到他们);弗洛伦斯手中抱着孩子,开始向这小家伙唱歌;她唱的正是她过去时常向他死去的儿子唱的歌。他当时听到这歌声无法忍受,因此举起颤抖的手,恳求她停止唱;可是第二天他又请她唱它,而且从这时起他经常在傍晚提出这个请求;她也就唱了。他转过脸听着。
有一次弗洛伦斯坐在他房间中的窗口,在她与她过去的侍女(她仍然是她忠实的伴侣)之间放着一个针线篮子。他打瞌睡了。这是个美丽的傍晚,要再过两个小时天才昏黑。寂静无声的气氛使弗洛伦斯浮想联翩地陷入了沉思。她在片刻之间忘记了一切,但却回忆着这位躺在床上、已经大大改变了的人把她介绍给她美丽的妈妈时的情景;当胳膊肘支托在椅背上的沃尔特碰了她一下的时候,她才惊醒过来。
“我亲爱的,”沃尔特说道,“楼下有人想跟你谈话。”
她觉得沃尔特的神情严肃,就问他,是不是发生什么事情了。
“没有,没有,我亲爱的!”沃尔特说道,“我本人已看到那位先生,并且跟他谈了话。没有发生什么事情。你是不是跟我来?”
弗洛伦斯把她的胳膊伸进他的胳膊里,并把父亲交给那位黑眼睛的图茨夫人(她坐在那里干着针线活,那份麻利、灵巧劲儿只有黑眼睛的女人才能有),然后陪着她的丈夫到楼下去。在跟花园相通的一间舒适的小客厅里,有一位先生在那里坐着;当她走进去的时候,他站起来,想向前迎接她,但由于他两只腿的特殊情形,他拐了一个弯,只在桌边就停住了。
这时弗洛伦斯记起这是菲尼克斯表哥;起初由于树叶阴影的缘故,她没有把他认出来。菲尼克斯表哥跟她握手,向她祝贺她的婚姻。
“说实在的,”当弗洛伦斯坐下来的时候,菲尼克斯表哥坐着说道,“我真希望能早些来向您表示祝贺。可是,事实上许多使人痛苦的事情发生了,可以说是一桩桩接踵而来,我本人处在非常不体面的状况中,完全不适合参加任何社交活动。我现在所保持的交际活动是我自己个人的交际活动。对于一个对自己才能有很高自我评价、知道他事实上能无限地把自己忙得团团转的人来说,有这样一点交际活动,决不是一件愉快的事。”
这位先生的态度中表现出某种难以确定的局促不安与忧虑的神情(虽然其中有一些小小的、没有恶意的、异乎寻常的东西,但这始终是上流社会人士的局促不安与忧虑),弗洛伦斯从他的这种态度中,也从沃尔特的态度中看出,在这之后,她将听到他说明这次来访目的的一些话。
“我已经跟我的朋友盖伊先生(如果他可以允许我荣幸地称呼他的话)说过,”菲尼克斯表哥说道,“我高兴地听到,我的朋友董贝的病情已经有了根本性的好转。我相信,我的朋友董贝不会仅仅因为财产的损失而让自己伤心过度的。我不能说我本人曾遭受过财产的巨大损失,实际上我也从来没有什么巨额的财产可以损失。但是就我能失去的财产来说,我已失去它了;我并不觉得我对这有什么重重忧虑。我知道我的朋友董贝是一位非常高尚的人,这是社会上对他的普遍看法;我想我的朋友董贝知道这一点心里一定会感到很大的安慰。甚至汤米•斯克鲁泽——他是个脾气很大的人,我的朋友盖伊可能认识他——也不能说片言只语来反驳这个事实。”
弗洛伦斯比原先更感到,在这之后,他将会告诉她一些事情;她诚挚地等待着。她是那么诚挚,仿佛她已把她的心情说出来似的,因此菲尼克斯表哥就回答了她的问题。
“事实上是,”菲尼克斯表哥说道,“我的朋友盖伊跟我本人刚才讨论过,请求您帮个忙是不是合适。我的朋友盖伊十分亲切、真诚地会见了我,我对他十分感谢。他答应向您提出这个请求。我知道,像我的朋友董贝的可爱的和多才多艺的女儿这样一位和蔼可亲的女士将不需要多费唇舌请求;但是我很高兴地知道,我的朋友盖伊的影响与赞许是对我的支持。就像我过去在议会参加会议的时候一样,当一个人要提出一项动议的时候——那时这种事是很少的,因为双方的领袖都是要求遵守严格纪律的人,所以我们被控制得紧紧的;这对于像我这样的普通议员们是一件非常好的事情,这可以防止我们不断地抛头露面,因为我们当中很多人都狂热地、渴望地想出出风头——正像我过去在议会参加会议的时候那样,我想说,当一个人被允许提出任何一个毫无意思的鸡毛蒜皮的建议的时候,他总是认为有责任声称,他很高兴地相信,他的意见不会不在皮特先生①,这位事实上战胜暴风雨的舵手的心中引起共鸣的。这时非常多的家伙立刻发出了欢呼,给发言者打气。其实这些家伙都是按照命令,每当提到皮特先生的名字的时候,就格外热烈地发出欢呼的;他们对这已非常熟练了,所以皮特先生的名字经常把他们从瞌睡中唤醒。否则他们就完全不知道正在发言的内容是什么,所以健谈的布朗——财政委员会的布朗,一下子能喝四瓶酒,我的朋友盖伊的父亲可能认识他,因为那时候我的朋友盖伊还没有生下来——这位布朗时常说,如果有一个人从座位上站起来说,他很遗憾向议会报告,有一位议员先生阁下在休息室里得了惊风,正处在临终前的痉挛状态中,这位议员先生阁下姓皮特,那么那时热烈的欢呼声一定会如雷鸣般地响彻会场。”
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①指威廉•皮特(WilliamPitt)(1759—1806年),他是查塔姆•皮特(ChathamPitt)(1708—1778年)的儿子,英国辉格党人,曾任英国首相,英国、奥地利与俄国反对拿破仑联盟的创建者,以善演说知名。
菲尼克斯表哥迟迟不说明来访的目的,这使弗洛伦斯心绪不宁,她愈来愈焦虑地把眼光从菲尼克斯表哥身上转移到沃尔特身上。
“我亲爱的,”沃尔特说道,“没有发生什么不好的事情。”
“以我的荣誉发誓,没有发生什么不好的事情,”菲尼克斯表哥说道,“我深切地感到伤心,我已引起您那怕是片刻的不安。我请您放心,没有发生什么不好的事情。我想求您帮忙的就是——可是这确实好像异乎寻常,所以如果我的朋友盖伊肯行个好来打破——事实上就是打破冰块的话,那么我将对他极为感谢,”菲尼克斯表哥说道。
沃尔特听到这样的请求,又看到弗洛伦斯向他投来恳求的眼光,就说道:
“我最亲爱的,事情很简单。你跟这位你认识的先生乘车到伦敦去。”
“请原谅我打断您的话,我的朋友盖伊也一道去,”菲尼克斯表哥插嘴道。
“我也一道去,——到一个地方去进行一次拜访。”
“拜访谁?”弗洛伦斯的眼光从这个人身上转移到另一个人身上。
“如果我可以提出请求的话,”菲尼克斯表哥说道,“那么我想不揣冒昧地请求您不要一定要求答复这个问题。”
“•你知道吗,沃尔特?”
“知道。”
“而且你认为我去是对的吗?”
“是的。正因为我相信你也会这样认为,我才这样认为的。虽然可能有些我很了解的原因,最好事先不要再说什么。”
“如果爸爸还在睡觉,或者如果他醒了没有我也行的话,那么我就立即去,”弗洛伦斯说道。接着,她平静地站起来,用稍有些惊慌、但却完全信任的眼光看了他们一眼之后,就离开了房间。
当她回来,准备跟他们一起走的时候,他们正在窗口一起认真地谈着话;弗洛伦斯不能不奇怪,是什么话题使他们在这样短的时间中就相处得很熟。当她进来时,她并不奇怪她的丈夫中止谈话时向她投来的眼光是充满自豪与深情的;
因为她每次见到他的时候,他总是用这样的眼光看她的。
“我将留一张名片给我的朋友董贝,”菲尼克斯表哥说道,“我真诚地相信,他将会逐渐地不断地恢复健康与精力的。我希望我的朋友董贝将会对我表示善意,把我看成是一位对他非常热烈钦佩的人;事实上,他那英国商人与非常正直的、正人君子的性格是我非常钦佩的。我的家业正处在极为衰败的境地;但是如果我的朋友董贝需要换换空气,愿意在那里住下来的话,那么他将会看到,那是个非常有益于健康的地方——也不能不这样,因为它非常沉闷无趣。如果我的朋友董贝身体虚弱,并允许我向他推荐经常使我受益的方法的话(我过去有时觉得头昏眼花;在人们生活很放荡的那些日子里,我也曾生活得相当放荡),那么我就向他建议,事实上就是把蛋黄放在雪利酒中,加上糖和肉豆蔻,搅拌均匀,早上把它喝了,同时再吃一片干的烤面包片。在邦德街开设拳击室的杰克逊是个见闻很广博的人,我的朋友盖伊无疑听说过,他时常说,在为上拳击场进行训练时,他们用朗姆酒来代替雪利酒。由于我的朋友董贝身体病弱,我想建议他用雪利酒;如果喝朗姆酒的话,那么酒就会冲上——事实上就会冲上他的脸面,——使他显得非常不体面。”
所有这些话菲尼克斯表哥都是以显然是神经质与心绪不宁的神态说出来的。然后,他挽着弗洛伦斯,尽可能有力地约束住他那两只任性的腿(它们似乎决心要往花园里走去),把她领到门口,并搀扶她坐到一辆正等待着她的四轮马车中;
沃尔特在他之后上了马车,然后马车就开走了。
马车跑了六英里或八英里长的路程。当他们通过伦敦西边某些沉闷的、庄严的街道的时候,天色渐渐昏暗。弗洛伦斯这时把手放到沃尔特手里,很认真地、而且愈来愈焦虑地注视着他们拐进去的每一条新的街道。
当马车终于在布鲁克街那座曾经在里面庆祝过她爸爸的不幸的婚姻的房屋前面停下来的时候,弗洛伦斯说道,“沃尔特,这是什么意思?谁在这里?”沃尔特安抚她,没有回答;这时她向房屋正面看了一眼,看到所有的窗子都关上了,仿佛没有人住似的。菲尼克斯表哥这时下了车,向她伸出了手。
“你不来吗,沃尔特?”
“不了,我留在这里。别哆嗦!没有什么好害怕的,亲爱的弗洛伦斯。”
“我知道这,沃尔特,你离我这么近。我相信这一点,不过——”
没有敲门,门轻轻地开了;菲尼克斯表哥把她从夏天晚上的空气中领进一间密闭的沉闷的房屋里。它比过去更加昏暗、阴沉,好像从结婚那一天以来,它就一直关着,从那时起它就把黑暗与悲哀一直贮藏在里面似的。
弗洛伦斯哆嗦着登上幽暗的楼梯,跟她的向导停在一间客厅的门前。他开了门,没有说话,向她做了个手势,请她走进里面的房间,他则留在原地。弗洛伦斯犹豫了片刻之后,依照他的话进去了。
一位女士坐在窗子旁边的桌子前面,似乎在写字或画画;她的手由一只手支托着,转向里面,对着即将消逝的日光。弗洛伦斯满腹疑团,向前走去,突然间站住,仿佛她已失去了移动的力量似的。那位女士转过头来。
“我的天啊!”她说,“这是什么意思?”
“不,不!”当那位女士站起来,伸出手,把弗洛伦斯推开的时候,弗洛伦斯向后退缩,喊道,“妈妈!”
她们站在那里,相互看着。这是伊迪丝的脸,愤怒与高傲已减损了它原先的风韵,但仍然是美丽与端庄的。这是弗洛伦斯的脸,虽然流露出恐怖与躲闪的神情,但从中仍然可以看出惋惜、悲伤的感情,以及一份感激的、亲切的回忆。在每一张脸上都呈现出惊异与恐惧;每个人都一动不动,默不作声,越过不能改变的过去的黑暗鸿沟,相互望着。
弗洛伦斯首先打破了沉默。她眼泪汪汪,真心诚意地说道,“啊,妈妈,妈妈!为什么我们像这样子见面啊?如果我们必须像这样子见面的话,那么当过去我没有其他亲人的时候,您为什么又要对我那么好呢?”
伊迪丝站在她面前,哑口无言,一动不动。她的眼睛凝视着她的脸。
“我不敢想到这一点,”弗洛伦斯说道,“我是从爸爸的病床边来的。我们现在从不分离;我们将永远不再分离。如果您愿意要我去请求他原谅的话,那么我将会去请求的,妈妈。我几乎完全相信,如果我向他提出这个请求的话,他现在是会答应的。愿上天也能答应您这一点,并安慰您!”
她没有回答一个字。
“沃尔特——我已嫁给他了,我们有了一个儿子;”弗洛伦斯羞怯地说道,“他在门口,是他把我带到这里来的。我将告诉他,您已经忏悔了;您已经改变了,”弗洛伦斯伤心地看着她,说道,“我知道,他会跟我一起对爸爸说的。除了这,我还能做别的什么事吗?”
伊迪丝的眼睛或手脚都没有动,她打破沉默,缓慢地回答道:
“我在你的名字上,在你丈夫的名字上,在你儿子的名字上都留下了污点。有一天这也将得到原谅吗,弗洛伦斯?”
“有一天这也将得到原谅吗,妈妈?是的,这也会得到原谅的!沃尔特和我都会完全地、真心地原谅的!如果这一点对您有什么安慰的话,那么您没有什么可以更确切无疑地相信这一点的了。您没有——”弗洛伦斯结结巴巴地说道,“您没有提到爸爸,但我相信您会希望我请求他宽恕的。我相信您会这样希望的。”
她没有回答一个字。
“我会去请求的!”弗洛伦斯说道,“如果您让我去请求的话,那么我就会把他的宽恕带给您的;那时候,也许我们将会相互离别,就像我们过去相互离别一样。妈妈,”弗洛伦斯更靠近她一些,很温柔地说道,“刚才我并不是因为害怕您,或者因为我怕被您玷污名声而从您身边往后退缩的。我只是希望尽到我对爸爸的责任。他很爱我,我也很爱他。但是我永远不能忘记您对我很好。啊!向上帝祈祷吧,”弗洛伦斯扑到她的胸前,哭道,“向上帝祈祷吧,妈妈,祈求他宽恕您所有的罪过与耻辱吧,祈求他也宽恕我现在不由自主所做的事情吧(如果这样做是错误的话),因为我记得您过去对我是那么好!”
伊迪丝似乎在她的拥抱下散了架似的,站不住脚,跪了下来,搂住她的脖子。
“弗洛伦斯,”她喊道,“我可爱的天使!在我重新发疯之前,在我固执的脾气回到我的身上、使我闭口不说任何话之前,请相信我,我凭我的心灵发誓,我是清白的。”
“妈妈!”
“我犯了许多罪!犯了在我们之间永远掘开一条鸿沟的罪。犯了使我的余生中必然与纯洁和清白分离,首先是与你分离的罪。犯了一种盲目地、狂烈的愤怒的罪,对于这一点我就是现在也不后悔,我不能后悔,也将不会后悔的;但是我没有和那个死去的人犯过什么罪。我向上帝发誓!”
她跪在地上,举起双手发誓。
“弗洛伦斯!”她说道,“天地间最纯洁与最善良的人!她是我所爱的人;她在很久以前可能把我改变成另一个人,而且确实曾经在一段短短的时间内把一个甚至像我这样的女人也改变了一些。弗洛伦斯!请相信我,我在那件事情上是清白无罪的;请让我把这颗亲爱的头最后一次再放在我这颗凄凉的心上吧!”
她感情激动了,并且哭了。如果在往昔的日子中,她经常是这样的话,那么她现在就会幸福一些了。
“世界上没有任何东西能使我否认我在那件事情上是清白无罪的。不论是什么爱,不论是什么恨,不论是什么希望,不论是什么威胁,都不能使我否认这一点。我曾说过,我将一声不吭、毫无动静地死去。如果我们没有相遇的话,弗洛伦斯,那么我是能这样死去的,也将会这样死去的。”
“我相信,”菲尼克斯表哥在门口正要慢步走进,他一只脚在门里,一只脚在门外,说道,“我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚将原谅我采用了一点策略,促成了这次会见。我不能说我最初完全不相信我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚有可能跟那个死去的白牙齿的人不幸地发生关系而玷污了自己的名声,因为事实上,我们在这个世界上确实见到过这一类十分奇怪的结合;这个世界使我们感到惊异,就是因为它安排了一些非常奇怪的婚姻,出现了一些人们绝对难以理解的事情。但是正像我跟我的朋友董贝讲过的那样,在没有完全被证实之前,我是不能承认我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚的罪行的。当那个已死去了的人事实上以一种非常可怕的方式毁掉生命的时候,我觉得她的处境很痛苦,同时觉得,我们的家庭也有些该责怪的地方,就是没有更多地关心她;我们的家庭是个粗心大意的家庭;而且我也觉得,我的姑妈虽然是个非常活泼的妇女,但也许并不是一位最好的母亲;于是我就冒昧地到法国去寻找她,并向她提供了一个经济十分拮据的人所能提供的保护。在这种情况下,我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚使我感到很荣幸地对我说,她相信我是一个非常好的人,因此她就把她自己置于我的保护之下。事实上,我认为这是我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚对我所表示的好意,因为我病病歪歪,身体十分衰弱,她的关心给了我极大的安慰。”
伊迪丝已经请弗洛伦斯坐在沙发上,这时做了个手势,仿佛请求他不要再说什么了。
“如果为了使她,使我,也使我的朋友董贝感到满意,”仍旧停在门口的菲尼克斯表哥继续说道,“(我的朋友董贝的可爱的、多才多艺的女儿我们是十分钦佩的),我把我的已经说开了的话说完的话,那么我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚是会原谅我的。她记得,从开始到现在,她与我从来没有提到过私奔这个问题。我的印象确实一直总是这样:这件事情中有一个秘密,如果她愿意的话,那么她是能够解释明白的。但是我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚是一位意志非常坚决的女士,我知道,她事实上是不好轻率对待的,所以我从来没有跟她讨论过这件事。可是最近我注意到,她有一个可以攻破的地方,就是她对我的朋友董贝的女儿怀有十分强烈的亲切的感情,于是我想到,如果我能使双方出乎意料地会见的话,那么这可能是会导致有益的结果的。因此,当我们像现在这样秘密地住在伦敦,没有前往意大利南方去定居之前,事实上,也就是在我们还没有到我们远方的家乡(对一个人来说,想到这一点是非常不愉快的)去之前,我设法寻找到我的朋友盖伊的住所(我的朋友盖伊是一位外貌英俊、性情非常坦率的人,我的可爱的、多才多艺的亲戚可能知道他),并高兴地把他的和蔼可亲的妻子带到现在这个地方。现在,”菲尼克斯表哥通过他那不假思索的态度与东拉西扯的谈话表露出他的一番真心诚意,他就怀着这样的感情说道,“我祈求我的亲戚不要半途而废,不论她做错了什么,都要改正过来——这样做不是为了她家庭的荣誉,不是为了她本人的名声,也不是为了她在目前不幸的境况下容易把它看成是虚伪或事实上接近于欺世盗名的任何考虑,而只是因为它是错误的,而不是正确的。”菲尼克斯表哥讲了这些话之后,他的腿同意把他带走,他把门关上,留下她们两人单独在一起。
伊迪丝沉默了几分钟,弗洛伦斯紧挨着坐在她的身边。然后她从怀中掏出了一张封好的纸。
“我独自反复思考了好久,”她低声说道,“我是不是需要写这个,以防我突然死亡或遭遇到意外的灾祸;我感到我想要写它。从那时起,我曾考虑在什么时候和怎样销毁它。把它拿去吧,弗洛伦斯,真实情况都写在里面了。”
“要我交给爸爸吗?”弗洛伦斯问道。
“交给你想交给的人,”她回答道。“这是给你的。这是你得到的。他永远也不能通过其他途径得到它。”
她们又默默无言地在愈来愈深的黑暗中坐着。
“妈妈,”弗洛伦斯说道,“他已丧失了他的财产;他曾经处于死亡的边缘;甚至现在他也可能不会痊愈。您有什么话需要我转告他的吗?”
“你是否跟我说过,”伊迪丝说道,“他很爱你?”
“是的,”弗洛伦斯用颤抖的回答道。
“请跟他说,我感到遗憾,我们两人过去会相遇。”
“没有别的了吗?”弗洛伦斯沉默了一会儿之后问道。
“请告诉他,如果他问起的话,我并不后悔我所做过的事情,——现在还不后悔——因为如果明天要再做的话,我也还会那样做的。但是如果他是一个改变了的人的话——”
她停住了。在弗洛伦斯的手的默默的抚摸中,有一种东西使她停下来。
“——但是因为他已是一个改变了的人,他知道,现在决不会发生那样的事情了。请告诉他,我真但愿过去从来不曾发生过那样的事情。”
“我是否能说,”弗洛伦斯说道,“您听到他所遭受到的痛苦,您感到伤心?”
“不,”她回答道,“如果这些痛苦使他认识到,他的女儿对他是很宝贵的话,那么我是不会感到伤心的。如果有一天他从这些痛苦中得到了这个教训的话,那么他本人也不会因为这些痛苦而感到伤心的。”
“您祝他好,祝他幸福。我相信您会的!”弗洛伦斯说道。
“请让我将来什么时候能这样说好吗?”
伊迪丝的黑眼睛全神贯注地凝视着前面,坐在那里,没有回答,直到弗洛伦斯重复她的请求,她才把手从弗洛伦斯的胳膊中抽回,然后沉思地凝视着外面的黑夜,说道:
“请告诉他,如果他现在能找到什么理由来怜悯我的过去的话,那么我请求他这样做。请告诉他,如果他现在能找到什么理由想到我的时候不那么怨恨的话,那么我请求他这样做。请告诉他,虽然对我们彼此来说,我们都已经死去了,在永恒的世界的这一边也永远不会再相遇了,但他知道,我们之间现在已有了一种共同的感情,这在过去是从来不曾有过的。”
她那坚决的意志似乎有些退让;在她的黑眼睛中包含着泪水。
“我这样说,”她说道,“是因为我相信他将会把我想得好一些,我也会把他想得好一些。当他将来愈爱他的弗洛伦斯时,他也就将会愈少恨我。当他将来对她和她的孩子们愈感到自豪时,他对他在我们婚姻生活黑暗的梦幻中所扮演的角色也将会愈感到悔恨。那时候,我也会悔恨的——那时候让他知道这一点吧——,那时候,我也会想到,当我对我之所以成为我过去那样的人的原因想得很多的时候,我应该同时对他之所以成为他过去那样的人的原因想得更多才是。那时候,我将设法宽恕他犯了他的那一份过错。让他也设法宽恕我犯了我的那一份过错!”
“啊,妈妈!”弗洛伦斯说道。“即使是在这样的相见与离别中听到这些话,它也使我的心情感到轻松了好多!”
“是的,这些话我自己听起来也是感到陌生的,”伊迪丝说道,“这些过去也从来没有从我的嘴中发出过!但是即使我曾经是个卑劣的人(我使他有理由相信我是这样的人),当我听到你们现在彼此十分亲爱的时候,我觉得我仍然能说出这些话来。当你是他最亲爱的人的时候,让他有一天想到我的时候是极为宽容的,而我在想到他的时候也是极为宽容的吧!这些就是我最后想要对他说的话!现在,让我们告别吧,我的生命!”
她把她搂在怀里,似乎倾注了她女性心灵中所聚积的全部热爱与深情。
“这个吻是给你的孩子的!这些吻是表示对你的祝福!我的亲爱的心肝弗洛伦斯,我的可爱的女儿,向你告别了!”
“再见吧!”弗洛伦斯喊道。
“永远不会了!永远不会了!当你把我留在这个黑暗的房间里的时候,你就想你已经把我留在坟墓里了。只要记得我曾经到这世界上来过,记得我曾经爱过你就行了!”
弗洛伦斯没有再看见她的脸,但直到最后都感到她的拥抱与爱抚,就这样离开了她。
菲尼克斯表哥在门口迎接了她,把她带到在楼下昏暗的餐厅中沃尔特的身边;她的头伏在他的肩上,哭着。
“我非常遗憾,”菲尼克斯表哥说道,一边极为纯朴地、毫无掩饰地举起衣袖去擦眼泪,“刚刚结束的会晤会使我的朋友董贝的可爱的、多才多艺的女儿、我的朋友盖伊的和蔼可爱的妻子的善感的天性受到这样心碎肠断的万分痛苦。可是我希望,并且相信,我是怀着最良好的愿望行事的,我的尊敬的朋友董贝在明白所发生的一切情形之后,将会感到安慰。我十分遗憾,我的朋友董贝跟我们家庭结亲之后使自己事实上落到一个非常糟糕的境况中;但我坚决认为,要是没有那个穷凶极恶的流氓巴克①——那个一口白牙齿的家伙——,那么一切事情都会十分顺利地进行的。关于我的亲戚(她对我本人有很高的评价,这使我感到十分荣幸),我可以向我的朋友盖伊的和蔼可亲的妻子保证,她可以指望我会像父亲一样地对待她。关于人生的变化以及我们经常不断处事为人的异乎寻常的态度,我和我的朋友莎士比亚——他不是一位属于一个时期,而是属于千秋万代的人物②,我的朋友盖伊无疑是知道他的——所能说的就是,生活就像一个梦的影子。”
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①菲尼克斯表哥把卡克误记为巴克。
②评价莎士比亚的这句话是莎士比亚的朋友,著名的英国剧作家本•琼生(BenJonson,1573—1637)年说的。

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Chapter 62
Final
A bottle that has been long excluded from the light of day, and is hoary with dust and cobwebs, has been brought into the sunshine; and the golden wine within it sheds a lustre on the table.
It is the last bottle of the old Madiera.
'You are quite right, Mr Gills,' says Mr Dombey. 'This is a very rare and most delicious wine.'
The Captain, who is of the party, beams with joy. There is a very halo of delight round his glowing forehead.
'We always promised ourselves, Sir,' observes Mr Gills,' Ned and myself, I mean - '
Mr Dombey nods at the Captain, who shines more and more with speechless gratification.
'-that we would drink this, one day or other, to Walter safe at home: though such a home we never thought of. If you don't object to our old whim, Sir, let us devote this first glass to Walter and his wife.'
'To Walter and his wife!' says Mr Dombey. 'Florence, my child' - and turns to kiss her.
'To Walter and his wife!' says Mr Toots.
'To Wal'r and his wife!' exclaims the Captain. 'Hooroar!' and the Captain exhibiting a strong desire to clink his glass against some other glass, Mr Dombey, with a ready hand, holds out his. The others follow; and there is a blithe and merry ringing, as of a little peal of marriage bells.
Other buried wine grows older, as the old Madeira did in its time; and dust and cobwebs thicken on the bottles.
Mr Dombey is a white-haired gentleman, whose face bears heavy marks of care and suffering; but they are traces of a storm that has passed on for ever, and left a clear evening in its track.
Ambitious projects trouble him no more. His only pride is in his daughter and her husband. He has a silent, thoughtful, quiet manner, and is always with his daughter. Miss Tox is not infrequently of the family party, and is quite devoted to it, and a great favourite. Her admiration of her once stately patron is, and has been ever since the morning of her shock in Princess's Place, platonic, but not weakened in the least.
Nothing has drifted to him from the wreck of his fortunes, but a certain annual sum that comes he knows not how, with an earnest entreaty that he will not seek to discover, and with the assurance that it is a debt, and an act of reparation. He has consulted with his old clerk about this, who is clear it may be honourably accepted, and has no doubt it arises out of some forgotten transaction in the times of the old House.
That hazel-eyed bachelor, a bachelor no more, is married now, and to the sister of the grey-haired Junior. He visits his old chief sometimes, but seldom. There is a reason in the greyhaired Junior's history, and yet a stronger reason in his name, why he should keep retired from his old employer; and as he lives with his sister and her husband, they participate in that retirement. Walter sees them sometimes - Florence too - and the pleasant house resounds with profound duets arranged for the Piano-Forte and Violoncello, and with the labours of Harmonious Blacksmiths.
And how goes the wooden Midshipman in these changed days? Why, here he still is, right leg foremost, hard at work upon the hackney coaches, and more on the alert than ever, being newly painted from his cocked hat to his buckled shoes; and up above him, in golden characters, these names shine refulgent, GILLS AND CUTTLE.
Not another stroke of business does the Midshipman achieve beyond his usual easy trade. But they do say, in a circuit of some half-mile round the blue umbrella in Leadenhall Market, that some of Mr Gills's old investments are coming out wonderfully well; and that instead of being behind the time in those respects, as he supposed, he was, in truth, a little before it, and had to wait the fulness of the time and the design. The whisper is that Mr Gills's money has begun to turn itself, and that it is turning itself over and over pretty briskly. Certain it is that, standing at his shop-door, in his coffee-coloured suit, with his chronometer in his pocket, and his spectacles on his forehead, he don't appear to break his heart at customers not coming, but looks very jovial and contented, though full as misty as of yore.
As to his partner, Captain Cuttle, there is a fiction of a business in the Captain's mind which is better than any reality. The Captain is as satisfied of the Midshipman's importance to the commerce and navigation of the country, as he could possibly be, if no ship left the Port of London without the Midshipman's assistance. His delight in his own name over the door, is inexhaustible. He crosses the street, twenty times a day, to look at it from the other side of the way; and invariably says, on these occasions, 'Ed'ard Cuttle, my lad, if your mother could ha' know'd as you would ever be a man o' science, the good old creetur would ha' been took aback in-deed!'
But here is Mr Toots descending on the Midshipman with violent rapidity, and Mr Toots's face is very red as he bursts into the little parlour.
'Captain Gills,' says Mr Toots, 'and Mr Sols, I am happy to inform you that Mrs Toots has had an increase to her family.
'And it does her credit!' cries the Captain.
'I give you joy, Mr Toots!' says old Sol.
'Thank'ee,' chuckles Mr Toots, 'I'm very much obliged to you. I knew that you'd be glad to hear, and so I came down myself. We're positively getting on, you know. There's Florence, and Susan, and now here's another little stranger.'
'A female stranger?' inquires the Captain.
'Yes, Captain Gills,' says Mr Toots, 'and I'm glad of it. The oftener we can repeat that most extraordinary woman, my opinion is, the better!'
'Stand by!' says the Captain, turning to the old case-bottle with no throat - for it is evening, and the Midshipman's usual moderate provision of pipes and glasses is on the board. 'Here's to her, and may she have ever so many more!'
'Thank'ee, Captain Gills,' says the delighted Mr Toots. 'I echo the sentiment. If you'll allow me, as my so doing cannot be unpleasant to anybody, under the circumstances, I think I'll take a pipe.'
Mr Toots begins to smoke, accordingly, and in the openness of his heart is very loquacious.
'Of all the remarkable instances that that delightful woman has given of her excellent sense, Captain Gills and Mr Sols,' said Mr Toots, 'I think none is more remarkable than the perfection with which she has understood my devotion to Miss Dombey.'
Both his auditors assent.
'Because you know,' says Mr Toots, 'I have never changed my sentiments towards Miss Dombey. They are the same as ever. She is the same bright vision to me, at present, that she was before I made Walters's acquaintance. When Mrs Toots and myself first began to talk of - in short, of the tender passion, you know, Captain Gills.'
'Ay, ay, my lad,' says the Captain, 'as makes us all slue round - for which you'll overhaul the book - '
'I shall certainly do so, Captain Gills,' says Mr Toots, with great earnestness; 'when we first began to mention such subjects, I explained that I was what you may call a Blighted Flower, you know.'
The Captain approves of this figure greatly; and murmurs that no flower as blows, is like the rose.
'But Lord bless me,' pursues Mr Toots, 'she was as entirely conscious of the state of my feelings as I was myself. There was nothing I could tell her. She was the only person who could have stood between me and the silent Tomb, and she did it, in a manner to command my everlasting admiration. She knows that there's nobody in the world I look up to, as I do to Miss Dombey. Knows that there's nothing on earth I wouldn't do for Miss Dombey. She knows that I consider Miss Dombey the most beautiful, the most amiable, the most angelic of her sex. What is her observation upon that? The perfection of sense. "My dear, you're right. I think so too."'
'And so do I!' says the Captain.
'So do I,' says Sol Gills.
'Then,' resumes Mr Toots, after some contemplative pulling at his pipe, during which his visage has expressed the most contented reflection, 'what an observant woman my wife is! What sagacity she possesses! What remarks she makes! It was only last night, when we were sitting in the enjoyment of connubial bliss - which, upon my word and honour, is a feeble term to express my feelings in the society of my wife - that she said how remarkable it was to consider the present position of our friend Walters. "Here," observes my wife, "he is, released from sea-going, after that first long voyage with his young bride" - as you know he was, Mr Sols.'
'Quite true,' says the old Instrument-maker, rubbing his hands.
"'Here he is," says my wife, "released from that, immediately; appointed by the same establishment to a post of great trust and confidence at home; showing himself again worthy; mounting up the ladder with the greatest expedition; beloved by everybody; assisted by his uncle at the very best possible time of his fortunes" - which I think is the case, Mr Sols? My wife is always correct.'
'Why yes, yes - some of our lost ships, freighted with gold, have come home, truly,' returns old Sol, laughing. 'Small craft, Mr Toots, but serviceable to my boy!'
'Exactly so,' says Mr Toots. 'You'll never find my wife wrong. "Here he is," says that most remarkable woman, "so situated, - and what follows? What follows?" observed Mrs Toots. Now pray remark, Captain Gills, and Mr Sols, the depth of my wife's penetration. "Why that, under the very eye of Mr Dombey, there is a foundation going on, upon which a - an Edifice;" that was Mrs Toots's word,' says Mr Toots exultingly, "'is gradually rising, perhaps to equal, perhaps excel, that of which he was once the head, and the small beginnings of which (a common fault, but a bad one, Mrs Toots said) escaped his memory. Thus," said my wife, "from his daughter, after all, another Dombey and Son will ascend" - no "rise;" that was Mrs Toots's word - "triumphant!"'
Mr Toots, with the assistance of his pipe - which he is extremely glad to devote to oratorical purposes, as its proper use affects him with a very uncomfortable sensation - does such grand justice to this prophetic sentence of his wife's, that the Captain, throwing away his glazed hat in a state of the greatest excitement, cries:
'Sol Gills, you man of science and my ould pardner, what did I tell Wal'r to overhaul on that there night when he first took to business? Was it this here quotation, "Turn again Whittington, Lord Mayor of London, and when you are old you will never depart from it". Was it them words, Sol Gills?'
'It certainly was, Ned,' replied the old Instrument-maker. 'I remember well.'
'Then I tell you what,' says the Captain, leaning back in his chair, and composing his chest for a prodigious roar. 'I'll give you Lovely Peg right through; and stand by, both on you, for the chorus!'
Buried wine grows older, as the old Madeira did, in its time; and dust and cobwebs thicken on the bottles.
Autumn days are shining, and on the sea-beach there are often a young lady, and a white-haired gentleman. With them, or near them, are two children: boy and girl. And an old dog is generally in their company.
The white-haired gentleman walks with the little boy, talks with him, helps him in his play, attends upon him, watches him as if he were the object of his life. If he be thoughtful, the white-haired gentleman is thoughtful too; and sometimes when the child is sitting by his side, and looks up in his face, asking him questions, he takes the tiny hand in his, and holding it, forgets to answer. Then the child says:
'What, grandpa! Am I so like my poor little Uncle again?'
'Yes, Paul. But he was weak, and you are very strong.'
'Oh yes, I am very strong.'
'And he lay on a little bed beside the sea, and you can run about.'
And so they range away again, busily, for the white-haired gentleman likes best to see the child free and stirring; and as they go about together, the story of the bond between them goes about, and follows them.
But no one, except Florence, knows the measure of the white-haired gentleman's affection for the girl. That story never goes about. The child herself almost wonders at a certain secrecy he keeps in it. He hoards her in his heart. He cannot bear to see a cloud upon her face. He cannot bear to see her sit apart. He fancies that she feels a slight, when there is none. He steals away to look at her, in her sleep. It pleases him to have her come, and wake him in the morning. He is fondest of her and most loving to her, when there is no creature by. The child says then, sometimes:
'Dear grandpapa, why do you cry when you kiss me?'
He only answers, 'Little Florence! little Florence!' and smooths away the curls that shade her earnest eyes.
The voices in the waves speak low to him of Florence, day and night - plainest when he, his blooming daughter, and her husband, beside them in the evening, or sit at an open window, listening to their roar. They speak to him of Florence and his altered heart; of Florence and their ceaseless murmuring to her of the love, eternal and illimitable, extending still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away.
Never from the mighty sea may voices rise too late, to come between us and the unseen region on the other shore! Better, far better, that they whispered of that region in our childish ears, and the swift river hurried us away!
那个长久不见白天的亮光、积满灰尘与蜘蛛网、并愈来愈老的瓶子,被拿到阳光下来了;瓶中金黄色的葡萄酒在桌子上放射出光辉。
这是最后一瓶马德拉陈萄葡酒。
“您完全正确,吉尔斯先生,”董贝先生说道。“这是很珍贵的、滋味极好的葡萄酒。”
参加宴会的船长眉飞色舞,笑逐颜开。在他发亮的前额上有一圈喜悦的光圈。
“我们好久以前许下心愿,先生,”吉尔斯先生说道,“我是说内德与我本人——”
董贝先生向船长点点头;船长心中默默地高兴,愈来愈容光焕发。
“我们将在沃尔特平安回到家里的时候喝这一瓶酒,虽然我们从来不曾想到他会回到这样的家里。如果您不反对我们过去的这个怪想的话,那么,先生,就请让我们喝这第一杯酒,为沃尔特和他的妻子祝福吧!”
“为沃尔特和他的妻子干杯!”董贝先生说道。“弗洛伦斯,我的孩子——”他转过身子去吻她。
“为沃尔特和他的妻子干杯!”图茨先生说道。“为沃尔特和他的妻子干杯!”船长大声喊道。“万岁!”船长表示非常想碰杯,董贝先生就很高兴地举出他的杯子。其他的人跟着举杯,响起了一片欢乐、愉快的叮当声,好像演奏结婚乐曲似的。
藏在地窖里的其他葡萄酒,就像马德拉陈酒一样,愈来愈陈,灰尘与蜘蛛网在瓶子上积得愈来愈厚。
董贝先生是一位白发苍苍的先生,脸上深深地留下了忧虑与痛苦的痕迹,但它们是暴风雨永远过去以后所留下的,随之而来的是一个晴朗的晚上。
他不再被雄心勃勃的计划所烦扰了。他唯一引以自豪的是他的女儿与她的丈夫。他变得沉默,安静,喜爱思考,而且总是跟他的女儿在一起。托克斯小姐在家庭聚会中不是一位不常出现的人;她为它献出了全部精力,也是一位大家所喜爱的人。她对她的曾经一度高贵显赫的恩主的爱慕是柏拉图式的;从她在公主广场受到震惊的那个早上起直到现在一直是这样,但爱慕的心情一直不曾减弱。
败落的产业中没有留下任何东西,但是每年总有一笔钱汇寄到他那里(不知是谁汇来的),而且还恳切地请求他别去寻根究底,把汇款者查找出来,同时向他保证,这是一笔偿还的债款。他跟他往日的职员商量过这件事;这位职员明确地认为可以正大光明地收下这笔钱,而且毫不怀疑,这是从过去公司经营业务时现已遗忘了的一笔交易中发生的。
这位眼睛淡褐色的单身汉已不再是单身汉;他现在已经跟头发斑白的低级职员卡克的姐姐结婚了。他有时去看望他过去的老板。但次数很少。他之所以不常去看望,头发斑白的低级职员卡克的历史是一个原因,他的姓是一个更大的原因;低级职员卡克和他的姐姐与姐夫住在一起,所以他们就一起不常去看望他过去的老板了。沃尔特有时去看他们——弗洛伦斯也一起去——;舒适的住宅中传出了钢琴与大提琴的意味深长的二重奏,有时奏出了《和睦的铁匠》这支曲子。
在发生这些变化以后的日子里,木制海军军官候补生的情况怎么样了呢?唔,他仍旧在那里,伸出右腿,密切监视着出租马车;从三角帽到扣紧的鞋,已被重新油漆过,所以他比过去更为警惕了;在他的头顶上方,辉煌地闪耀着用金字书写的两个名字:吉尔斯与卡特尔。
海军军官候补生除了他往常经营的熟悉的行业外,并没有另外开展什么新的业务。但是在伦敦肉类市场的蓝伞周围半英里左右的范围内,人们都说,吉尔斯先生过去的一些投资取得了很大的成功;在这些方面非但没有像他所想的落后于时代,而且事实上还稍稍跑在时代的前面,需要等待时间和设计发生变化。人们还在传说,吉尔斯先生的资金开始周转,而且还周转得相当快;确实无疑的是,他穿着咖啡色的衣服,衣袋里装着精密计时表,前额上架着眼镜,站在店铺门口;虽然眼睛仍像过去一样模糊多泪,但却没有为顾客不来而伤心发愁,而是露出愉快与满意的神色。
至于他的合伙人卡特尔船长,船长在头脑中对他们的业务的看法比任何实际情况都要好。如果没有海军军官候补生的帮助的话,那么就没有一条船能从伦敦港口开出去,因此船长对海军军官候补生对这个国家的商业和航海的重要性感到极为自豪。他对门上有他本人的名字感到无穷无尽的高兴;他一天之内在街上走来走去二十次,为的是从街道对过看看它;这时候他常常会说道,“爱德华•卡特尔,我的孩子,如果你的母亲知道你有一天能成为科学界的人物的话,那么这位善良的老太婆该会多么大吃一惊啊!”
可是这时图茨先生急如星火地突然前来访问海军军官候补生;当他突然出现在小客厅里的时候,他的脸很红。
“吉尔斯船长和所尔斯先生,”图茨先生说道,“我很高兴向你们报告,图茨夫人已经给她家里增添了一口人了。”
“这为她增添光彩!”船长喊道。
“我祝贺您!”老所尔说道。
“谢谢,”图茨先生吃吃地笑道,“我非常感谢你们。我知道你们听到这个消息会很高兴,所以我亲自到这里来了。你们知道,我们的情况真是十分顺利的。跟我们一起的有弗洛伦斯、苏珊,现在又增加了一个新人。”
“是个女的新人吗?”船长问道。
“是的,吉尔斯船长,”图茨先生说道,“这使我感到很高兴。我们说她是位了不起的女人,说的次数愈多我看就愈好。”
“做好准备!”船长拿起一个没有瓶颈的方瓶——因为这时是在晚上,海军军官候补生通常供应数量适当的烟斗和玻璃杯,这时都已放在餐桌上了。“为她干杯,祝她再多生几个!”
“谢谢您,吉尔斯船长,”兴高采烈的图茨先生说道,“我也为她干杯。如果您允许的话,那么我想抽一斗烟,因为我想在目前的情况下,这不会使任何人不高兴的。”
于是图茨先生就开始抽烟,并且在坦率的心情下,滔滔不绝地说起来。
“吉尔斯船长和所尔斯先生,”图茨先生说道,“这位可爱的女人多次显示她的智慧,这方面出色的事例很多;我想最了不起的是,她完全谅解我对董贝小姐的忠诚。”
他的两位听众都表示同意。
“因为你们知道,”图茨先生说道,“我从来没有改变对董贝小姐的感情。我对她的感情跟过去一样。她在我眼中的光辉形象现在就跟我认识沃尔特斯之前一样。当图茨夫人跟我第一次开始谈到——总之,在谈到男女私情的时候,您知道,吉尔斯船长。”
“是的,是的,我的孩子,”船长说道,“就是把我们玩弄得团团转的感情——,这您可以去查一查书——”
“我一定会去查的,吉尔斯船长,”图茨先生十分认真地说道,“当我们第一次谈到这个问题的时候,我解释说,您知道,我是一朵您可以称为枯萎的花。”
船长十分同意这个比喻,低声说,没有什么花能比玫瑰花更好的了。
“但是上帝保佑我,”图茨先生继续说道,“她对我的感情状况就跟我自己一样完全清楚,没有什么我能告诉她的。她是唯一能站在我和沉默的坟墓之间的一个人。她以很好的方式来处理我永远保持着的这种爱慕的感情。她知道,世界上没有一个人能像董贝小姐那样使我仰慕的;她知道,世界上没有一件事我不能为董贝小姐做的。她知道,我认为董贝小姐是她们女性中最美丽、最和蔼可亲、最像天使的一位。她对这是怎么说的呢?真是聪明极了!‘我亲爱的,你是对的,我也这样想。’”
“我也这样想!”船长说道。
“我也这样想!”所尔•吉尔斯说道。
“而且,”图茨先生脸上露出极为满意的神色,沉思地、缓慢地抽着烟,然后继续说道,“我的妻子是一位多么善于观察的人!她有多么大的智慧!她的意见多么中肯!就在昨天夜里,我们坐在那里享受婚姻的幸福——说实话,以我的荣誉发誓,这个词不能有力地表达我跟妻子在一起时心中的感情——这时候她说,想想我们的朋友沃尔特斯现在的情况是多么有意思啊。‘在跟他年轻的新娘经过第一次漫长的航行之后,’我的妻子说,‘现在他已经不用再去漂洋过海了。’您知道,所尔斯先生,他现在已经不用去了。”
“完全不错,”年老的仪器制造商搓搓手,说道。
“‘现在,’我的妻子说,‘他已立刻不用再去航海了;同一个公司任命他担任国内一个很受信任的重要职务;他又显示出他卓越的才能,并沿着阶梯迅速地上升;人人都喜欢他;在他生命中最幸运的时候他还得到他舅舅的帮助。’我想这是实际情况吧,所尔斯先生,我的妻子总是正确的。”
“啊是的,是的——我们有几条装载黄金、下落不明的船现在已真正开回来了,”老所尔哈哈大笑地回答道,“船是小的,图茨先生,但对我的孩子是有用的!”
“确实是这样,”图茨先生说道。“您决不会发现我的妻子会说错的。‘现在他担任这样重要的职务,’这位极了不起的女人说,‘以后会怎样呢?以后会怎样呢?’图茨夫人说。现在,吉尔斯船长,所尔斯先生,请你们注意我妻子的深刻的洞察力吧。‘啊要知道,就在董贝先生的眼前,现在正在打下一个基础,在这个基础上正逐渐耸立起一座大——大厦,’这就是图茨夫人的话,”图茨先生兴高采烈地说道,“它也许跟他曾经当过老板的那一座相等,也许还超过它。他现在已经记不得原先那座大厦最初简朴矮小的情形了——图茨夫人说,这是个常见的,但却是个很坏的缺点——,因此,”我的妻子说,‘由于他的女儿的缘故,另一个董贝父子公司终究将会得意扬扬地——不是‘兴起’,那是图茨夫人的话——而是蓬勃发展’。”
图茨先生在他的烟斗的帮助下(他特别喜欢用烟斗来达到他发表长篇大论的目的,因为死死板板地抽它反倒会引起他不舒适的感觉),十分有力地、正确地表达了他的妻子的预言性的话语,因此船长极为兴奋地把他那顶上了光的帽子抛开,喊道:
“所尔•吉尔斯,你这位研究科学的人,我的老合伙人,沃尔特第一次去上班的那天夜里,我告诉他到书上去查找什么话,是不是这句:‘回去吧,惠廷顿,伦敦市长!当您老了的时候,您将永远不再离开它了!’我是不是说过这些话,所尔•吉尔斯?”
“确实是的,内德,”年老的仪器制造商回答道,“我记得很清楚。”
“然后我跟你说,”船长仰靠在椅背上,让胸脯平静下来,准备发出震耳欲聋的吼声。“我将从头到尾、一字不漏地给你们唱《可爱的佩格姑娘》;请你们两人准备好来参加合唱!”
藏在地窖里的葡萄酒就像马德拉陈酒一样,愈来愈陈,灰尘和蜘蛛网在瓶上积得愈来愈厚。
秋天的日子阳光灿烂,在海滨时常有一位年轻的夫人和一位白发苍苍的先生。跟他们一起的,或挨近他们身边的是两个孩子:一个男孩子,一个女孩子。一条老狗经常跟随着他们。
那位白发苍苍的先生跟那位小男孩一起散步,跟他谈话,帮助他做游戏,照顾他,看守着他,仿佛这是他的生活目的似的。如果这个孩子沉思的话,那么这位白发苍苍的先生也沉思;有时当这个孩子坐在他身旁,仰望着他的脸,向他问问题的时候,他把他的小手拉到他的手中,握着它,忘记回答;这时候这个孩子就会说:
“怎么了,老爷!我是不是又像我可爱的小舅舅了?”
“是的,保罗。但是他身体虚弱,而你却很健壮。”
“啊是的,我很健壮。”
“他在海边躺在一张小床上,而你却能跑来跑去。”
这样他们又继续忙忙碌碌地到别的地方去游逛,因为这位白发苍苍的先生最喜欢看到这孩子自由,活跃;当他们在一起走着的时候,有关他们之间的关系的传说就到处散播开来,并跟随着他们。
可是除了弗洛伦斯之外,没有一个人知道这位白发苍苍的先生对这个女孩子所怀的感情有多深。从来不曾有过这方面的流言。女孩子自己几乎也对他保守着的什么秘密感到奇怪。他把她怀抱在胸间。看到她脸上有一丝愁云他都不能忍受。看到她独自一人坐着他也不能忍受。他错觉地以为她觉得自己被冷落了,其实情况并不是这样。在她睡觉的时候,他悄悄地走去看她。早上她走来喊醒他,他感到高兴。当他们两人单独在一起的时候,他特别喜爱她,她也特别喜爱他;这时候,女孩子就会问:
“亲爱的老爷,你吻我的时候为什么哭?”
他只是回答道,“小弗洛伦斯!小弗洛伦斯!”同时把遮到她真挚的眼睛上的卷发抚平。



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