little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第47部分

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pany　in　the　Lodge；　Frederick　slowly　shuffled　out　of　the　door　which
Mr　Chivery　unlocked　for　him。　The　Father　of　the　Marshalsea　showed　the
amiable　solicitude　of　a　superior　being　that　he　should　e　to　no　harm。

'Be　so　kind　as　to　keep　the　door　open　a　moment；　Chivery；　that　I　may　see
him　go　along　the　passage　and　down　the　steps。　Take　care；　Frederick！　（He
is　very　infirm。）　Mind　the　steps！　（He　is　so　very　absent。）　Be　careful
how　you　cross；　Frederick。　（I　really　don't　like　the　notion　of　his　going
wandering　at　large；　he　is　so　extremely　liable　to　be　run　over。）'

With　these　words；　and　with　a　face　expressive　of　many　uneasy　doubts　and
much　anxious　guardianship；　he　turned　his　regards　upon　the　assembled
pany　in　the　Lodge：　so　plainly　indicating　that　his　brother　was　to　be
pitied　for　not　being　under　lock　and　key；　that　an　opinion　to　that　effect
went　round　among　the　Collegians　assembled。

But　he　did　not　receive　it　with　unqualified　assent；　on　the　contrary；　he
said；　No；　gentlemen；　no；　let　them　not　misunderstand　him。　His　brother
Frederick　was　much　broken；　no　doubt；　and　it　might　be　more　fortable　to
himself　（the　Father　of　the　Marshalsea）　to　know　that　he　was　safe　within
the　walls。　Still；　it　must　be　remembered　that　to　support　an　existence
there　during　many　years；　required　a　certain　bination　of　qualities……he
did　not　say　high　qualities；　but　qualities……moral　qualities。　Now；　had　his
brother　Frederick　that　peculiar　union　of　qualities？　Gentlemen；　he　was　a
most　excellent　man；　a　most　gentle；　tender；　and　estimable　man；　with　the
simplicity　of　a　child；　but　would　he；　though　unsuited　for　most　other
places；　do　for　that　place？　No；　he　said　confidently；　no！　And；　he　said；
Heaven　forbid　that　Frederick　should　be　there　in　any　other　character
than　in　his　present　voluntary　character！　Gentlemen；　whoever　came　to
that　College；　to　remain　there　a　length　of　time；　must　have　strength　of
character　to　go　through　a　good　deal　and　to　e　out　of　a　good　deal。　Was
his　beloved　brother　Frederick　that　man？　No。　They　saw　him；　even　as　it
was；　crushed。　Misfortune　crushed　him。　He　had　not　power　of　recoil　enough；
not　elasticity　enough；　to　be　a　long　time　in　such　a　place；　and　yet
preserve　his　self…respect　and　feel　conscious　that　he　was　a　gentleman。
Frederick　had　not　（if　he　might　use　the　expression）　Power　enough　to　see
in　any　delicate　little　attentions　and……and……Testimonials　that　he　might
under　such　circumstances　receive；　the　goodness　of　human　nature；　the　fine
spirit　animating　the　Collegians　as　a　munity；　and　at　the　same　time
no　degradation　to　himself；　and　no　depreciation　of　his　claims　as　a
gentleman。　Gentlemen；　God　bless　you！

Such　was　the　homily　with　which　he　improved　and　pointed　the　occasion　to
the　pany　in　the　Lodge　before　turning　into　the　sallow　yard　again；
and　going　with　his　own　poor　shabby　dignity　past　the　Collegian　in　the
dressing…gown　who　had　no　coat；　and　past　the　Collegian　in　the　sea…side
slippers　who　had　no　shoes；　and　past　the　stout　greengrocer　Collegian　in
the　corduroy　knee…breeches　who　had　no　cares；　and　past　the　lean　clerk
Collegian　in　buttonless　black　who　had　no　hopes；　up　his　own　poor　shabby
staircase　to　his　own　poor　shabby　room。

There；　the　table　was　laid　for　his　supper；　and　his　old　grey　gown　was
ready　for　him　on　his　chair…back　at　the　fire。　His　daughter　put　her
little　prayer…book　in　her　pocket……had　she　been　praying　for　pity　on　all
prisoners　and　captives！……and　rose　to　wele　him。

Uncle　had　gone　home；　then？　she　asked　@　as　she　changed　his　coat　and
gave　him　his　black　velvet　cap。　Yes；　uncle　had　gone　home。　Had　her　father
enjoyed　his　walk？　Why；　not　much；　Amy；　not　much。　No！　Did　he　not　feel
quite　well？

As　she　stood　behind　him；　leaning　over　his　chair　so　lovingly；　he　looked
with　downcast　eyes　at　the　fire。　An　uneasiness　stole　over　him　that　was
like　a　touch　of　shame；　and　when　he　spoke；　as　he　presently　did；　it　was　in
an　unconnected　and　embarrassed　manner。

'Something；　I……hem！……I　don't　know　what；　has　gone　wrong　with　Chivery。
He　is　not……ha！……not　nearly　so　obliging　and　attentive　as　usual　to…night。
It……hem！……it's　a　little　thing；　but　it　puts　me　out；　my　love。　It's
impossible　to　forget；'　turning　his　hands　over　and　over　and　looking
closely　at　them；　'that……hem！……that　in　such　a　life　as　mine；　I　am
unfortunately　dependent　on　these　men　for　something　every　hour　in　the
day。'

Her　arm　was　on　his　shoulder；　but　she　did　not　look　in　his　face　while　he
spoke。　Bending　her　head　she　looked　another　way。

'I……hem！……I　can't　think；　Amy；　what　has　given　Chivery　offence。　He　is
generally　so……so　very　attentive　and　respectful。　And　to…night　he　was
quite……quite　short　with　me。　Other　people　there　too！　Why；　good　Heaven！
if　I　was　to　lose　the　support　and　recognition　of　Chivery　and　his　brother
officers；　I　might　starve　to　death　here。'　While　he　spoke；　he　was　opening
and　shutting　his　hands　like　valves；　so　conscious　all　the　time　of　that
touch　of　shame；　that　he　shrunk　before　his　own　knowledge　of　his　meaning。

'I……ha！……I　can't　think　what　it's　owing　to。　I　am　sure　I　cannot　imagine
what　the　cause　of　it　is。　There　was　a　certain　Jackson　here　once；　a
turnkey　of　the　name　of　Jackson　（I　don't　think　you　can　remember　him；
my　dear；　you　were　very　young）；　and……hem！……and　he　had　a……brother；　and
this……young　brother　paid　his　addresses　to……at　least；　did　not　go　so　far
as　to　pay　his　addresses　to……but　admired……respectfully　admired……the……not
daughter；　the　sister……of　one　of　us；　a　rather　distinguished　Collegian；　I
may　say；　very　much　so。　His　name　was　Captain　Martin；　and　he
consulted　me　on　the　question　whether　It　was　necessary　that　his
daughter……sister……should　hazard　offending　the　turnkey　brother　by
being　too……ha！……too　plain　with　the　other　brother。　Captain　Martin　was
a　gentleman　and　a　man　of　honour；　and　I　put　it　to　him　first　to　give　me
his……his　own　opinion。　Captain　Martin　（highly　respected　in　the　army）　then
unhesitatingly　said　that　it　appeared　to　him　that　his……hem！……sister　was
not　called　upon　to　understand　the　young　man　too　distinctly；　and　that
she　might　lead　him　on……I　am　doubtful　whether　〃lead　him　on〃　was　Captain
Martin's　exact　expression：　indeed　I　think　he　said　tolerate　him……on　her
father's……I　should　say；　brother's……account。　I　hardly　know　how　I　have
strayed　into　this　story。　I　suppose　it　has　been　through　being　unable　to
account　for　Chivery；　but　as　to　the　connection　between　the　two；　I　don't
see……'

His　voice　died　away；　as　if　she　could　not　bear　the　pain　of　hearing　him；
and　her　hand　had　gradually　crept　to　his　lips。　For　a　little　while　there
was　a　dead　silence　and　stillness；　and　he　remained　shrunk　in　his　chair；
and　she　remained　with　her　arm　round　his　neck　and　her　head　bowed　down
upon　his　shoulder。

His　supper　was　cooking　in　a　saucepan　on　the　fire；　and；　when　she　moved；
it　was　to　make　it　ready　for　him　on　the　table。　He　took　his　usual　seat；
she　took　hers；　and　he　began　his　meal。　They　did　not；　as　yet；　look　at　one
another。　By　little　and　little　he　began；　laying　down　his　knife　and　fork
with　a　noise；　taking　things　up　sharply；　biting　at　his　bread　as　if　he
were　offended　with　it；　and　in　other　similar　ways　showing　that　he　was　out
of　sorts。　At　length　he　pushed　his　plate　from　him；　and　spoke　aloud；　with
the　strangest　inconsistency。

'What　does　it　matter　whether　I　eat　or　starve？　What　does　it　matter
whether　such　a　blighted　life　as　mine　es　to　an　end；　now；　next　week；　or
next　year？　What　am　I　worth　to　anyone？　A　poor　prisoner；　fed　on　alms　and
broken　victuals；　a　squalid；　disgraced　wretch！'

'Father；　father！'　As　he　rose　she　went　on　her　knees　to　him；　and　held　up
her　hands　to　him。

'Amy；'　he　went　on　in　a　suppressed　voice；　trembling　violently；　and
looking　at　her　as　wildly　as　if　he　had　gone　mad。　'I　tell　you；　if　you
could　see　me　as　your　mother　saw　me；　you　wouldn't　believe　it　to　be　the
creature　you　have　only　looked　at　through　the　bars　of　this　cage。　I　was
young；　I　was　acplished；　I　was　good…looking；　I　was　independent……by　God
I　was；　child！……and　people　sought　me　out；　and　envied　me。　Envied　me！'

'Dear　father！'　She　tried　to　take　down　the　shaking　arm　that　he　flourished
in　the　air；　but　he　resisted；　and　put　her　hand　away。

'If　I　had　but　a　picture　of　myself　in　those　days；　though　it　was　ever　so
ill　done；　you　would　be　proud　of　it；　you　would　be　proud　of　it。　But　I　have
no　such　thing。　Now；　let　me　be　a　warning！　Let　no　man；'　he　cried；　looking
haggardly　about；　'fail　to　preserve　at　least　that　little　of　the　times　of
his　prosperity　and　respect。　Let　his　children　have　that　clue　to　what　he
was。　Unless　my　face；　when　I　am　dead；　subsides　into　the　long　departed
look……they　say　such　things　happen；　I　don't　know……my　children　will　have
never　seen　me。'

'Father；　father！'

'O　despise　me；　despise　me！　Look　away　from　me；　don't　listen　to　me；　stop
me；　blush　for　me；　cry　for　me……even　you；　Amy！　Do　it；　do　it！　I　do　it　to
myself！　I　am　hardened　now；　I　have　sunk　too　low　to　care　long　even　for
that。'

'Dear　father；　loved　father；　darling　of　my　heart！'　She　was　clinging　to
him　with　her　arms；　and　she　got　him　to　drop　into　his　chair　again；　and
caught　at　the　raised　arm；　and　tried　to　put　it　round　her　neck。

'Let　it　lie　there；　father。　Look　at　me；　father；　kiss　me；　father！　Only
think　of　me；　father；　for　one　little　moment！'

Still　he　went　on　in　the　same　wild　way；　though　it　was　gradually　breaking
down　into　a　miserable　whining。

'And　yet　I　have　some　respect　here。　I　have　made　some　stand　against　it。　I
am　not　quite　trodden　down。　Go　out　and　ask　who　is　the　chief　person　in　the
place。　They'll　tell　you　it's　your　father。　Go　out　and　ask　who　is　never
trifled　with；　and　who　is　always　treated　with　some　delicacy。　They'll　say；
your　father。　Go　out　and　ask　what　funeral　here　（it　must　be　here；　I　know
it　can　be　nowhere　else）　will　make　more　talk；　and　perhaps　more　grief；
than　any　that　has　ever　gone　out　at　the　gate。　They'll　say　your　father's。
Well　then。　Amy！　Amy！　Is　your　father　so　universally　despised？　Is　there
nothing　to　redeem　him？　Will　you　have　nothing　to　remember　him　by　but　his
ruin　and　decay？　Will　you　be　able　to　have　no　affection　for　him　when　he　is
gone；　poor　castaway；　gone？'

He　burst　into　tears　of　maudlin　pity　for　himself；　and　at　length　suffering
her　to　embrace　him　and　take　charge　of　him；　let　his　grey　head　rest
against　her　cheek；　and　bewailed　his　wretchedness。　Presently　he　changed
the　subject　of　his　lamentations；　and　clasping　his　hands　about　her　as　she
embraced　him；　cried；　O　Amy；　his　motherless；　forlorn　child！　O　the　days
that　he　had　seen　her　careful　and　laborious　for　him！　Then　he　reverted　to
himself；　and　weakly　told　her　how　much　better　she　would　have　loved　him
if　she　had　known　him　in　his　vanished　character；　and　how　he　would　have
married　her　to　a　gentleman　who　should　have　been　proud　of　her　as　his
daughter；　and　how　（at　which　he　cried　again）　she　should　first　have　ridden
at　his　fatherly　side　on　her　own　horse；　and　how　the　crowd　（by　which　he
meant　in　effect　the　people　who　had　given　him　the　twelve　shillings
he　then　had　in　his　pocket）　should　have　trudged　the　dusty　roads
respectfully。

Thus；　now　boasting；　now　despairing；　in　either　fit　a　captive　with　the
jail…rot　upon　him；　and　the　impurity　of　his　prison　worn　into　the　grain　of
his　soul；　he　revealed　his　degenerate　state　to　his　affectionate　child。
No　one　else　ever　beheld　him　in　the　details　of　his　humiliation。　Little
recked　the　Collegians　who　were　laughing　in　their　rooms　over　his　late
address　in