little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第112章

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neck；　and　kissed　him　again　and　again。　Her　father　was　a　little　impatient；
and　a　little　querulous。　'I　am　glad　to　find　you　at　last；　Amy；'　he　said。
'Ha。　Really　I　am　glad　to　find……hum……any　one　to　receive　me　at　last。
I　appear　to　have　been……ha……so　little　expected；　that　upon　my　word
I　began……ha　hum……to　think　it　might　be　right　to　offer　an　apology
for……ha……taking　the　liberty　of　ing　back　at　all。'

'It　was　so　late；　my　dear　William；'　said　his　brother；　'that　we　had　given
you　up　for　to…night。'

'I　am　stronger　than　you；　dear　Frederick；'　returned　his　brother　with　an
elaboration　of　fraternity　in　which　there　was　severity；　'and　I　hope　I　can
travel　without　detriment　at……ha……any　hour　I　choose。'

'Surely；　surely；'　returned　the　other；　with　a　misgiving　that　he　had　given
offence。　'Surely；　William。'

'Thank　you；　Amy；'　pursued　Mr　Dorrit；　as　she　helped　him　to　put　off　his
wrappers。　'I　can　do　it　without　assistance。　I……ha……need　not　trouble　you；
Amy。　Could　I　have　a　morsel　of　bread　and　a　glass　of　wine；　or……hum……would
it　cause　too　much　inconvenience？'

'Dear　father；　you　shall　have　supper　in　a　very　few　minutes。'

'Thank　you；　my　love；'　said　Mr　Dorrit；　with　a　reproachful　frost　upon　him；
'I……ha……am　afraid　I　am　causing　inconvenience。　Hum。　Mrs　General　pretty
well？'

'Mrs　General　plained　of　a　headache；　and　of　being　fatigued；　and　so；
when　we　gave　you　up；　she　went　to　bed；　dear。'

Perhaps　Mr　Dorrit　thought　that　Mrs　General　had　done　well　in　being
overe　by　the　disappointment　of　his　not　arriving。　At　any　rate；　his
face　relaxed；　and　he　said　with　obvious　satisfaction；　'Extremely　sorry　to
hear　that　Mrs　General　is　not　well。'

During　this　short　dialogue；　his　daughter　had　been　observant　of　him；　with
something　more　than　her　usual　interest。　It　would　seem　as　though　he　had
a　changed　or　worn　appearance　in　her　eyes；　and　he　perceived　and　resented
it；　for　he　said　with　renewed　peevishness；　when　he　had　divested　himself
of　his　travelling…cloak；　and　had　e　to　the　fire：　'Amy；　what　are　you
looking　at？　What　do　you　see　in　me　that　causes　you　to……ha……concentrate
your　solicitude　on　me　in　that……hum……very　particular　manner？'

'I　did　not　know　it；　father；　I　beg　your　pardon。　It　gladdens　my　eyes　to
see　you　again；　that's　all。'

'Don't　say　that's　all；　because……ha……that's　not　all。　You……hum……you
think；'　said　Mr　Dorrit；　with　an　accusatory　emphasis；　'that　I　am　not
looking　well。'　'I　thought　you　looked　a　little　tired；　love。'

'Then　you　are　mistaken；'　said　Mr　Dorrit。　'Ha；　I　am　not　tired。　Ha；　hum。　I
am　very　much　fresher　than　I　was　when　I　went　away。'

He　was　so　inclined　to　be　angry　that　she　said　nothing　more　in　her
justification；　but　remained　quietly　beside　him　embracing　his　arm。　As
he　stood　thus；　with　his　brother　on　the　other　side；　he　fell　into　a　heavy
doze；　of　not　a　minute's　duration；　and　awoke　with　a　start。

'Frederick；'　he　said；　turning　to　his　brother：　'I　remend　you　to　go　to
bed　immediately。'

'No；　William。　I'll　wait　and　see　you　sup。'

'Frederick；'　he　retorted；　'I　beg　you　to　go　to　bed。　I……ha……make　it　a
personal　request　that　you　go　to　bed。　You　ought　to　have　been　in　bed　long
ago。　You　are　very　feeble。'

'Hah！'　said　the　old　man；　who　had　no　wish　but　to　please　him。　'Well；　well；
well！　I　dare　say　I　am。'

'My　dear　Frederick；'　returned　Mr　Dorrit；　with　an　astonishing　superiority
to　his　brother's　failing　powers；　'there　can　be　no　doubt　of　it。　It　is
painful　to　me　to　see　you　so　weak。　Ha。　It　distresses　me。　Hum。　I　don't
find　you　looking　at　all　well。　You　are　not　fit　for　this　sort　of　thing。
You　should　be　more　careful；　you　should　be　very　careful。'

'Shall　I　go　to　bed？'　asked　Frederick。

'Dear　Frederick；'　said　Mr　Dorrit；　'do；　I　adjure　you！　Good　night；
brother。　I　hope　you　will　be　stronger　to…morrow。　I　am　not　at　all　pleased
with　your　looks。　Good　night；　dear　fellow。'　After　dismissing　his　brother
in　this　gracious　way；　he　fell　into　a　doze　again　before　the　old　man　was
well　out　of　the　room：　and　he　would　have　stumbled　forward　upon　the　logs；
but　for　his　daughter's　restraining　hold。

'Your　uncle　wanders　very　much；　Amy；'　he　said；　when　he　was　thus　roused。
'He　is　less……ha……coherent；　and　his　conversation　is　more……hum……broken；
than　I　have……ha；　hum……ever　known。　Has　he　had　any　illness　since　I　have
been　gone？'　'No；　father。'

'You……ha……see　a　great　change　in　him；　Amy？'

'I　have　not　observed　it；　dear。'

'Greatly　broken；'　said　Mr　Dorrit。　'Greatly　broken。　My　poor；
affectionate；　failing　Frederick！　Ha。　Even　taking　into　account　what　he
was　before；　he　is……hum……sadly　broken！'

His　supper；　which　was　brought　to　him　there；　and　spread　upon　the　little
table　where　he　had　seen　her　working；　diverted　his　attention。

She　sat　at　his　side　as　in　the　days　that　were　gone；　for　the　first　time
since　those　days　ended。　They　were　alone；　and　she　helped　him　to　his　meat
and　poured　out　his　drink　for　him；　as　she　had　been　used　to　do　in　the
prison。　All　this　happened　now；　for　the　first　time　since　their　accession
to　wealth。　She　was　afraid　to　look　at　him　much；　after　the　offence　he　had
taken；　but　she　noticed　two　occasions　in　the　course　of　his　meal；　when
he　all　of　a　sudden　looked　at　her；　and　looked　about　him；　as　if　the
association　were　so　strong　that　he　needed　assurance　from　his　sense　of
sight　that　they　were　not　in　the　old　prison…room。　Both　times；　he　put　his
hand　to　his　head　as　if　he　missed　his　old　black　cap……though　it　had　been
ignominiously　given　away　in　the　Marshalsea；　and　had　never　got　free
to　that　hour；　but　still　hovered　about　the　yards　on　the　head　of　his
successor。

He　took　very　little　supper；　but　was　a　long　time　over　it；　and　often
reverted　to　his　brother's　declining　state。　Though　he　expressed　the
greatest　pity　for　him；　he　was　almost　bitter　upon　him。　He　said　that　poor
Frederick……ha　hum……drivelled。　There　was　no　other　word　to　express　it；
drivelled。　Poor　fellow！　It　was　melancholy　to　reflect　what　Amy　must　have
undergone　from　the　excessive　tediousness　of　his　Society……wandering　and
babbling　on；　poor　dear　estimable　creature；　wandering　and　babbling　on……if
it　had　not　been　for　the　relief　she　had　had　in　Mrs　General。
Extremely　sorry；　he　then　repeated　with　his　former　satisfaction；　that
that……ha……superior　woman　was　poorly。

Little　Dorrit；　in　her　watchful　love；　would　have　remembered　the　lightest
thing　he　said　or　did　that　night；　though　she　had　had　no　subsequent　reason
to　recall　that　night。　She　always　remembered　that；　when　he　looked　about
him　under　the　strong　influence　of　the　old　association；　he　tried　to
keep　it　out　of　her　mind；　and　perhaps　out　of　his　own　too；　by　immediately
expatiating　on　the　great　riches　and　great　pany　that　had　enpassed
him　in　his　absence；　and　on　the　lofty　position　he　and　his　family　had　to
sustain。　Nor　did　she　fail　to　recall　that　there　were　two　under…currents；
side　by　side；　pervading　all　his　discourse　and　all　his　manner；　one
showing　her　how　well　he　had　got　on　without　her；　and　how　independent
he　was　of　her；　the　other；　in　a　fitful　and　unintelligible　way　almost
plaining　of　her；　as　if　it　had　been　possible　that　she　had　neglected
him　while　he　was　away。

His　telling　her　of　the　glorious　state　that　Mr　Merdle　kept；　and　of　the
court　that　bowed　before　him；　naturally　brought　him　to　Mrs　Merdle。　So
naturally　indeed；　that　although　there　was　an　unusual　want　of　sequence　in
the　greater　part　of　his　remarks；　he　passed　to　her　at　once；　and　asked　how
she　was。

'She　is　very　well。　She　is　going　away　next　week。'

'Home？'　asked　Mr　Dorrit。

'After　a　few　weeks'　stay　upon　the　road。'

'She　will　be　a　vast　loss　here；'　said　Mr　Dorrit。　'A　vast……ha……acquisition
at　home。　To　Fanny；　and　to……hum……the　rest　of　the……ha……great　world。'

Little　Dorrit　thought　of　the　petition　that　was　to　be　entered　upon；
and　assented　very　softly。

'Mrs　Merdle　is　going　to　have　a　great　farewell　Assembly；　dear；　and　a
dinner　before　it。　She　has　been　expressing　her　anxiety　that　you　should
return　in　time。　She　has　invited　both　you　and　me　to　her　dinner。'

'She　is……ha……very　kind。　When　is　the　day？'

'The　day　after　to…morrow。'

'Write　round　in　the　morning；　and　say　that　I　have　returned；　and
shall……hum……be　delighted。'

'May　I　walk　with　you　up　the　stairs　to　your　room；　dear？'

'No！'　he　answered；　looking　angrily　round；　for　he　was　moving　away；　as　if
forgetful　of　leave…taking。　'You　may　not；　Amy。　I　want　no　help。　I　am　your
father；　not　your　infirm　uncle！'　He　checked　himself；　as　abruptly　as　he
had　broken　into　this　reply；　and　said；　'You　have　not　kissed　me；　Amy。　Good
night；　my　dear！　We　must　marry……ha……we　must　marry　YOU；　now。'　With　that
he　went；　more　slowly　and　more　tired；　up　the　staircase　to　his　rooms；　and；
almost　as　soon　as　he　got　there；　dismissed　his　valet。　His　next　care　was
to　look　about　him　for　his　Paris　purchases；　and；　after　opening　their
cases　and　carefully　surveying　them；　to　put　them　away　under　lock　and
key。　After　that；　what　with　dozing　and　what　with　castle…building；　he　lost
himself　for　a　long　time；　so　that　there　was　a　touch　of　morning　on　the
eastward　rim　of　the　desolate　Campagna　when　he　crept　to　bed。

Mrs　General　sent　up　her　pliments　in　good　time　next　day；　and　hoped
he　had　rested　well　after　this　fatiguing　journey。　He　sent　down　his
pliments；　and　begged　to　inform　Mrs　General　that　he　had　rested　very
well　indeed；　and　was　in　high　condition。　Nevertheless；　he　did　not　e
forth　from　his　own　rooms　until　late　in　the　afternoon；　and；　although　he
then　caused　himself　to　be　magnificently　arrayed　for　a　drive　with
Mrs　General　and　his　daughter；　his　appearance　was　scarcely　up　to　his
description　of　himself。　As　the　family　had　no　visitors　that　day；　its　four
members　dined　alone　together。　He　conducted　Mrs　General　to　the　seat　at
his　right　hand　with　immense　ceremony；　and　Little　Dorrit　could　not
but　notice　as　she　followed　with　her　uncle；　both　that　he　was　again
elaborately　dressed；　and　that　his　manner　towards　Mrs　General　was　very
particular。　The　perfect　formation　of　that　acplished　lady's　surface
rendered　it　difficult　to　displace　an　atom　of　its　genteel　glaze；　but
Little　Dorrit　thought　she　descried　a　slight　thaw　of　triumph　in　a　corner
of　her　frosty　eye。

Notwithstanding　what　may　be　called　in　these　pages　the　Pruney　and
Prismatic　nature　of　the　family　banquet；　Mr　Dorrit　several　times　fell
asleep　while　it　was　in　progress。　His　fits　of　dozing　were　as　sudden　as
they　had　been　overnight；　and　were　as　short　and　profound。　When　the　first
of　these　slumberings　seized　him；　Mrs　General　looked　almost　amazed：　but；
on　each　recurrence　of　the　symptoms；　she　told　her　polite　beads；　Papa；
Potatoes；　Poultry；　Prunes；　and　Prism；　and；　by　dint　of　going　through　that
infallible　performance　very　slowly；　appeared　to　finish　her　rosary　at
about　the　same　time　as　Mr　Dorrit　started　from　his　sleep。

He　was　again　painfully　aware　of　a　somnolent　tendency　in　Frederick　（which
had　no　existence　out　of　his　own　imagination）；　and　after　dinner；　when
Frederick　had　withdrawn；　privately　apologised　to　Mrs　General　for　the
poor　man。　'The　most　estimable　and　affectionate　of　brothers；'　he　said；
'but……ha；　hum……broken　up　altogether。　Unhappily；　declining　fast。'

'Mr　Frederick；　sir；'　quoth　Mrs　General；　'is　habitually　absent　and
drooping；　but　let　us　hope　it　is　not　so　bad　as　that。'

Mr　Dorrit；　however；　was　determined　not　to　let　him　off。　'Fast　declining；
madam。　A　wreck。　A　ruin。　Mouldering　away　before　our　eyes。　Hum。　Good
Frederick！'

'You　left　Mrs　Sparkler　quite　well　and　happy；　I　trust？'　said　Mrs　General；
after　heaving　a　cool　sigh　for　Frederick。

'Surrounded；'　replied　Mr　Dorrit；　'by……ha……all　that　can　charm　the　taste；
and……hum……elevate　the　mind。　Happy；　my　dear　madam；　in　a……hum……husband。'


Mrs　General　was　a　little　fluttered；　seeming　delicately　to　put　the　word
away　with　her　gloves；　as　if　there　were　no　knowing　what　it　might　lead　to。

'Fanny；'　Mr　Dorrit　continued。　'Fanny；　Mrs　General；　has　high
qualities。　Ha。　Ambition……hum……purpose；　consciousness　of……ha……position；
determination　to　support　that　position……ha；　hum……grace；　beauty；　and
native　nobility。'

'No　doubt；'　said　Mrs　General　（with　a　little　extra　stiffness）。

'bined　；'　said　Mr　Dorrit；　'Fanny
has……ha……manifested　one　blemish　which　has　made　me……hum……made　me　uneasy；
and……ha……I　must　add；　angry；　but　which　I　trust　may　now　be　considered
at　an　end；　even　as　to　herself；　and　which　is　undoubtedly　at　an　end　as
to……ha……others。'

'To　what；　Mr　Dorrit；'　returned　Mrs　General；　with　her　gloves　again
somewhat　excited；　'can　you　allude？　I　am　at　a　loss　to……'

'Do　not　say　that；　my　dear　madam；'　interrupted　Mr　Dorrit。

Mrs　General's　voice；　as　it　died　away；　pronounced　the　words；　'at　a　loss
to　imagine。'

After　which　Mr　Dorrit　was　seized　with　a　doze　for　about　a　minute；　out　of
which　he　sprang　with　spasmodic　nimbleness。

'I　refer；　Mrs　General；　to　that……ha……strong　spirit　of　opposition；
or……hum……I　might　say……ha……jealousy　in　Fanny；　which　has　occasionally
risen　against　the……ha……sense　I　entertain　of……hum……the　claims　of……ha……the
lady　with　whom　I　have　now　the　honour　of　muning。'

'Mr　Dorrit；'　returned　Mrs　General；　'is　ever　but　too　obliging；　ever　but
too　appreciative。　If　there　have　been　moments　when　I　have　imagined　that
Miss　Dorrit　has　indeed　resented　the　favourable　opinion　Mr　Dorrit　has
formed　of　my　services；　I　have　found；　in　that　only　too　high　opinion；　my
consolation　and　repense。'

'Opinion　of　your　services；　madam？'　said　Mr　Dorrit。

'Of；'　Mrs　General　repeated；　in　an　elegantly　impressive　manner；　'my
services。'

'Of　yo