little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第54章

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Mr　Baptist。　'E　please。　E　glad　get　money。'

The　little　man　smiled　and　nodded。　His　bright　face　seemed　unmonly
attractive　to　Mr　Pancks。　'How's　he　getting　on　in　his　limb？'　he　asked　Mrs
Plornish。

'Oh；　he's　a　deal　better；　sir；'　said　Mrs　Plornish。　'We　expect　next　week
he'll　be　able　to　leave　off　his　stick　entirely。'　（The　opportunity
being　too　favourable　to　be　lost；　Mrs　Plornish　displayed　her　great
acplishment　by　explaining　with　pardonable　pride　to　Mr　Baptist；　'E　ope
you　leg　well　soon。'）

'He's　a　merry　fellow；　too；'　said　Mr　Pancks；　admiring　him　as　if　he　were　a
mechanical　toy。　'How　does　he　live？'

'Why；　sir；'　rejoined　Mrs　Plornish；　'he　turns　out　to　have　quite　a　power
of　carving　them　flowers　that　you　see　him　at　now。'　（Mr　Baptist；　watching
their　faces　as　they　spoke；　held　up　his　work。　Mrs　Plornish　interpreted　in
her　Italian　manner；　on　behalf　of　Mr　Pancks；　'E　please。　Double　good！'）

'Can　he　live　by　that？'　asked　Mr　Pancks。　'He　can　live　on　very　little；
sir；　and　it　is　expected　as　he　will　be　able；　in　time；　to　make　a　very　good
living。　Mr　Clennam　got　it　him　to　do；　and　gives　him　odd　jobs　besides　in
at　the　Works　next　door……makes　'em　for　him；　in　short；　when　he　knows　he
wants　'em。'

'And　what　does　he　do　with　himself；　now；　when　he　ain't　hard　at　it？'　said
Mr　Pancks。

'Why；　not　much　as　yet；　sir；　on　accounts　I　suppose　of　not　being　able　to
walk　much；　but　he　goes　about　the　Yard；　and　he　chats　without　particular
understanding　or　being　understood；　and　he　plays　with　the　children；
and　he　sits　in　the　sun……he'll　sit　down　anywhere；　as　if　it　was　an
arm…chair……and　he'll　sing；　and　he'll　laugh！'

'Laugh！'　echoed　Mr　Pancks。　'He　looks　to　me　as　if　every　tooth　in　his　head
was　always　laughing。'

'But　whenever　he　gets　to　the　top　of　the　steps　at　t'other　end　of　the
Yard；'　said　Mrs　Plornish；　'he'll　peep　out　in　the　curiousest　way！　So　that
some　of　us　thinks　he's　peeping　out　towards　where　his　own　country　is；　and
some　of　us　thinks　he's　looking　for　somebody　he　don't　want　to　see；　and
some　of　us　don't　know　what　to　think。'

Mr　Baptist　seemed　to　have　a　general　understanding　of　what　she　said；　or
perhaps　his　quickness　caught　and　applied　her　slight　action　of　peeping。
In　any　case　he　closed　his　eyes　and　tossed　his　head　with　the　air　of　a　man
who　had　sufficient　reasons　for　what　he　did；　and　said　in　his　own　tongue；
it　didn't　matter。　Altro！

'What's　Altro？'　said　Pancks。

'Hem！　It's　a　sort　of　a　general　kind　of　expression；　sir；'　said　Mrs
Plornish。

'Is　it？'　said　Pancks。　'Why；　then　Altro　to　you；　old　chap。　Good　afternoon。
Altro！'

Mr　Baptist　in　his　vivacious　way　repeating　the　word　several　times；　Mr
Pancks　in　his　duller　way　gave　it　him　back　once。　From　that　time　it　became
a　frequent　custom　with　Pancks　the　gipsy；　as　he　went　home　jaded　at　night；
to　pass　round　by　Bleeding　Heart　Yard；　go　quietly　up　the　stairs；　look　in
at　Mr　Baptist's　door；　and；　finding　him　in　his　room；　to　say；　'Hallo；　old
chap！　Altro！'　To　which　Mr　Baptist　would　reply　with　innumerable　bright
nods　and　smiles；　'Altro；　signore；　altro；　altro；　altro！'　After　this
highly　condensed　conversation；　Mr　Pancks　would　go　his　way　with　an
appearance　of　being　lightened　and　refreshed。




CHAPTER　26。　Nobody's　State　of　Mind


If　Arthur　Clennam　had　not　arrived　at　that　wise　decision　firmly　to
restrain　himself　from　loving　Pet；　he　would　have　lived　on　in　a　state　of
much　perplexity；　involving　difficult　struggles　with　his　own　heart。　Not
the　least　of　these　would　have　been　a　contention；　always　waging　within
it；　between　a　tendency　to　dislike　Mr　Henry　Gowan；　if　not　to　regard
him　with　positive　repugnance；　and　a　whisper　that　the　inclination　was
unworthy。　A　generous　nature　is　not　prone　to　strong　aversions；　and　is
slow　to　admit　them　even　dispassionately；　but　when　it　finds　ill…will
gaining　upon　it；　and　can　discern　between…whiles　that　its　origin　is　not
dispassionate；　such　a　nature　bees　distressed。

Therefore　Mr　Henry　Gowan　would　have　clouded　Clennam's　mind；　and　would
have　been　far　oftener　present　to　it　than　more　agreeable　persons　and
subjects　but　for　the　great　prudence　of　his　decision　aforesaid。　As　it
was；　Mr　Gowan　seemed　transferred　to　Daniel　Doyce's　mind；　at　all　events；
it　so　happened　that　it　usually　fell　to　Mr　Doyce's　turn；　rather　than
to　Clennam's；　to　speak　of　him　in　the　friendly　conversations　they　held
together。　These　were　of　frequent　occurrence　now；　as　the　two　partners
shared　a　portion　of　a　roomy　house　in　one　of　the　grave　old…fashioned　City
streets；　lying　not　far　from　the　Bank　of　England；　by　London　Wall。

Mr　Doyce　had　been　to　Twickenham　to　pass　the　day。　Clennam　had　excused
himself。　Mr　Doyce　was　just　e　home。　He　put　in　his　head　at　the　door　of
Clennam's　sitting…room　to　say　Good　night。

'e　in；　e　in！'　said　Clennam。

'I　saw　you　were　reading；'　returned　Doyce；　as　he　entered；　'and　thought
you　might　not　care　to　be　disturbed。'

But　for　the　notable　resolution　he　had　made；　Clennam　really　might　not
have　known　what　he　had　been　reading；　really　might　not　have　had　his　eyes
upon　the　book　for　an　hour　past；　though　it　lay　open　before　him。　He　shut
it　up；　rather　quickly。

'Are　they　well？'　he　asked。

'Yes；'　said　Doyce；　'they　are　well。　They　are　all　well。'

Daniel　had　an　old　workmanlike　habit　of　carrying　his　pocket…handkerchief
in　his　hat。　He　took　it　out　and　wiped　his　forehead　with　it；　slowly
repeating；　'They　are　all　well。　Miss　Minnie　looking　particularly　well；　I
thought。'

'Any　pany　at　the　cottage？'

'No；　no　pany。'　'And　how　did　you　get　on；　you　four？'　asked　Clennam
gaily。

'There　were　five　of　us；'　returned　his　partner。　'There　was
What's…his…name。　He　was　there。'　'Who　is　he？'　said　Clennam。

'Mr　Henry　Gowan。'

'Ah；　to　be　sure！'　cried　Clennam　with　unusual　vivacity；　'Yes！……I　forgot
him。'

'As　I　mentioned；　you　may　remember；'　said　Daniel　Doyce；　'he　is　always
there　on　Sunday。'

'Yes；　yes；'　returned　Clennam；　'I　remember　now。'

Daniel　Doyce；　still　wiping　his　forehead；　ploddingly　repeated。　'Yes。　He
was　there；　he　was　there。　Oh　yes；　he　was　there。　And　his　dog。　He　was　there
too。'

'Miss　Meagles　is　quite　attached　to……the……dog；'　observed　Clennam。

'Quite　so；'　assented　his　partner。　'More　attached　to　the　dog　than　I　am　to
the　man。'

'You　mean　Mr……？'

'I　mean　Mr　Gowan；　most　decidedly；'　said　Daniel　Doyce。

There　was　a　gap　in　the　conversation；　which　Clennam　devoted　to　winding　up
his　watch。

'Perhaps　you　are　a　little　hasty　in　your　judgment；'　he　said。　'Our
judgments……I　am　supposing　a　general　case……'

'Of　course；'　said　Doyce。

'Are　so　liable　to　be　influenced　by　many　considerations；　which；　almost
without　our　knowing　it；　are　unfair；　that　it　is　necessary　to　keep　a　guard
upon　them。　For　instance；　Mr……'

'Gowan；'　quietly　said　Doyce；　upon　whom　the　utterance　of　the　name　almost
always　devolved。

'Is　young　and　handsome；　easy　and　quick；　has　talent；　and　has　seen　a
good　deal　of　various　kinds　of　life。　It　might　be　difficult　to　give　an
unselfish　reason　for　being　prepossessed　against　him。'

'Not　difficult　for　me；　I　think；　Clennam；'　returned　his　partner。　'I　see
him　bringing　present　anxiety；　and；　I　fear；　future　sorrow；　into　my　old
friend's　house。　I　see　him　wearing　deeper　lines　into　my　old　friend's
face；　the　nearer　he　draws　to；　and　the　oftener　he　looks　at；　the　face
of　his　daughter。　In　short；　I　see　him　with　a　　about　the　pretty　and
affectionate　creature　whom　he　will　never　make　happy。'　'We　don't　know；'
said　Clennam；　almost　in　the　tone　of　a　man　in　pain；　'that　he　will　not
make　her　happy。'

'We　don't　know；'　returned　his　partner；　'that　the　earth　will　last　another
hundred　years；　but　we　think　it　highly　probable。'

'Well；　well！'　said　Clennam；　'we　must　be　hopeful；　and　we　must　at　least
try　to　be；　if　not　generous　（which；　in　this　case；　we　have　no　opportunity
of　being）；　just。　We　will　not　disparage　this　gentleman；　because　he　is
successful　in　his　addresses　to　the　beautiful　object　of　his　ambition；　and
we　will　not　question　her　natural　right　to　bestow　her　love　on　one　whom
she　finds　worthy　of　it。'

'Maybe；　my　friend；'　said　Doyce。　'Maybe　also；　that　she　is　too　young　and
petted；　too　confiding　and　inexperienced；　to　discriminate　well。'

'That；'　said　Clennam；　'would　be　far　beyond　our　power　of　correction。'

Daniel　Doyce　shook　his　head　gravely；　and　rejoined；　'I　fear　so。'

'Therefore；　in　a　word；'　said　Clennam；　'we　should　make　up　our　minds　that
it　is　not　worthy　of　us　to　say　any　ill　of　Mr　Gowan。　It　would　be　a　poor
thing　to　gratify　a　prejudice　against　him。　And　I　resolve；　for　my　part；
not　to　depreciate　him。'

'I　am　not　quite　so　sure　of　myself；　and　therefore　I　reserve　my　privilege
of　objecting　to　him；'　returned　the　other。　'But；　if　I　am　not　sure　of
myself；　I　am　sure　of　you；　Clennam；　and　I　know　what　an　upright　man　you
are；　and　how　much　to　be　respected。　Good　night；　MY　friend　and　partner！'
He　shook　his　hand　in　saying　this；　as　if　there　had　been　something　serious
at　the　bottom　of　their　conversation；　and　they　separated。

By　this　time　they　had　visited　the　family　on　several　occasions；　and　had
always　observed　that　even　a　passing　allusion　to　Mr　Henry　Gowan　when
he　was　not　among　them；　brought　back　the　cloud　which　had　obscured　Mr
Meagles's　sunshine　on　the　morning　of　the　chance　encounter　at　the　Ferry。
If　Clennam　had　ever　admitted　the　forbidden　passion　into　his　breast；
this　period　might　have　been　a　period　of　real　trial；　under　the　actual
circumstances；　doubtless　it　was　nothing……nothing。

Equally；　if　his　heart　had　given　entertainment　to　that　prohibited　guest；
his　silent　fighting　of　his　way　through　the　mental　condition　of　this
period　might　have　been　a　little　meritorious。　In　the　constant　effort　not
to　be　betrayed　into　a　new　phase　of　the　besetting　sin　of　his　experience；
the　pursuit　of　selfish　objects　by　low　and　small　means；　and　to　hold
instead　to　some　high　principle　of　honour　and　generosity；　there　might
have　been　a　little　merit。　In　the　resolution　not　even　to　avoid　Mr
Meagles's　house；　lest；　in　the　selfish　sparing　of　himself；　he　should
bring　any　slight　distress　upon　the　daughter　through　making　her　the　cause
of　an　estrangement　which　he　believed　the　father　would　regret；　there
might　have　been　a　little　merit。　In　the　modest　truthfulness　of　always
keeping　in　vier　Gowan's　years　and　the　greater
attractions　of　his　person　and　manner；　there　might　have　been　a　little
merit。　In　doing　all　this　and　much　more；　in　a　perfectly　unaffected　way
and　with　a　manful　and　posed　constancy；　while　the　pain　within　him
（peculiar　as　his　life　and　history）　was　very　sharp；　there　might　have　been
some　quiet　strength　of　character。　But；　after　the　resolution　he　had　made；
of　course　he　could　have　no　such　merits　as　these；　and　such　a　state　of
mind　was　nobody's……nobody's。

Mr　Gowan　made　it　no　concern　of　his　whether　it　was　nobody's　or
somebody's。　He　preserved　his　perfect　serenity　of　manner　on　all
occasions；　as　if　the　possibility　of　Clennam's　presuming　to　have　debated
the　great　question　were　too　distant　and　ridiculous　to　be　imagined。　He
had　always　an　affability　to　bestow　on　Clennam　and　an　ease　to　treat
him　with；　which　might　of　itself　（in　the　supposititious　case　of　his
not　having　taken　that　sagacious　course）　have　been　a　very　unfortable
element　in　his　state　of　mind。

'I　quite　regret　you　were　not　with　us　yesterday；'　said　Mr　Henry　Gowan；
calling　on　Clennam　the　next　morning。　'We　had　an　agreeable　day　up　the
river　there。'

So　he　had　heard；　Arthur　said。

'From　your　partner？'　returned　Henry　Gowan。　'What　a　dear　old　fellow　he
is！'

'I　have　a　great　regard　for　him。'

'By　Jove；　he　is　the　finest　creature！'　said　Gowan。　'So　fresh；　so　green；
trusts　in　such　wonderful　things！'

Here　was　one　of　the　many　little　rough　points　that　had　a　tendency　to
grate　on　Clennam's　hearing。　He　put　it　aside　by　merely　repeating　that　he
had　a　high　regard　for　Mr　Doyce。

'He　is　charming！　To　see　him　mooning　along　to　that　time　of　life；
laying　down　nothing　by　the　way　and　picking　up　nothing　by　the　way；　is
delightful。　It　warms　a　man。　So　unspoilt；　so　simple；　such　a　good　soul！
Upon　my　life　Mr　Clennam；　one　feels　desperately　worldly　and　wicked　in
parison　with　such　an　innocent　creature。　I　speak　for　myself；　let　me
add；　without　including　you。　You　are　genuine　also。'

'Thank　you　for　the　pliment；'　said　Clennam；　ill　at　ease；　'you　are　too；
I　hope？'

'So　so；'　rejoined　the　other。　'To　be　candid　with　you；　tolerably。　I　am
not　a　great　impostor。　Buy　one　of　my　pictures；　and　I　assure　you；
in　confidence；　it　will　not　be　worth　the　money。　Buy　one　of　another
man's……any　great　professor　who　beats　me　hollow……and　the　chances　are　that
the　more　you　give　him；　the　more　he'll　impose　upon　you。　They　all　do　it。'
'All　painters？'

'Painters；　writers；　patriots；　all　the　rest　who　have　stands　in　the
market。　Give　almost　any　man　I　know　ten　pounds；　and　he　will　impose　upon
you　to　a　corresponding　extent；　a　thousand　pounds……to　a　corresponding
extent；　ten　thousand　pounds……to　a　corresponding　extent。　So　great　the
success；　so　great　the　imposition。　But　what　a　capital　world　it　is！'　cried
Gowan　with　warm　enthusiasm。　'What　a　jolly；　excellent；　lovable　world　it
is！'

'I　had　rather　thought；'　said　Clennam；　'that　the　principle　you　mention
was　chiefly　acted　on　by……'

'By　the　Barnacles？'　interrupted　Gowan；　laughing。

'By　the　political　gentlemen　who　condescend　to　keep　the　Circumlocution
Office。'

'Ah！　Don't　be　hard　upon　the　Barnacles；'　said　Gowan；　laughing　afresh；
'they　are　darling　fellows！　Even