little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第122部分

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ing　out　of　her　chair；　shook　her　venerable　fist　so　very　close　to　his
nose　as　to　tickle　the　surface。　But　for　the　timely　return　of　Flora；　to
find　him　in　this　difficult　situation；　further　consequences　might
have　ensued。　Flora；　without　the　least　disposure　or　surprise；　but
congratulating　the　old　lady　in　an　approving　manner　on　being　'very　lively
to…night'；　handed　her　back　to　her　chair。

'He　has　a　proud　stomach；　this　chap；'　said　Mr　F。's　relation；　on　being
reseated。　'Give　him　a　meal　of　chaff！'

'Oh！　I　don't　think　he　would　like　that；　aunt；'　returned　Flora。

'Give　him　a　meal　of　chaff；　I　tell　you；'　said　Mr　F。's　Aunt；　glaring　round
Flora　on　her　enemy。　'It's　the　only　thing　for　a　proud　stomach。　Let　him
eat　up　every　morsel。　Drat　him；　give　him　a　meal　of　chaff！'

Under　a　general　pretence　of　helping　him　to　this　refreshment；　Flora　got
him　out　on　the　staircase；　Mr　F。's　Aunt　even　then　constantly　reiterating；
with　inexpressible　bitterness；　that　he　was　'a　chap；'　and　had　a　'proud
stomach；'　and　over　and　over　again　insisting　on　that　equine　provision
being　made　for　him　which　she　had　already　so　strongly　prescribed。

'Such　an　inconvenient　staircase　and　so　many　corner…stairs　Arthur；'
whispered　Flora；　'would　you　object　to　putting　your　arm　round　me　under　my
pelerine？'

With　a　sense　of　going　down…stairs　in　a　highly…ridiculous　manner；　Clennam
descended　in　the　required　attitude；　and　only　released　his　fair　burden　at
the　dining…room　door；　indeed；　even　there　she　was　rather　difficult　to
be　got　rid　of；　remaining　in　his　embrace　to　murmur；　'Arthur；　for　mercy's
sake；　don't　breathe　it　to　papa！'

She　acpanied　Arthur　into　the　room；　where　the　Patriarch　sat　alone；
with　his　list　shoes　on　the　fender；　twirling　his　thumbs　as　if　he　had
never　left　off。　The　youthful　Patriarch；　aged　ten；　looked　out　of　his
picture…frame　above　him　with　no　calmer　air　than　he。　Both　smooth　heads
were　alike　beaming；　blundering；　and　bumpy。

'Mr　Clennam；　I　am　glad　to　see　you。　I　hope　you　are　well；　sir；　I　hope　you
are　well。　Please　to　sit　down；　please　to　sit　down。'

'I　had　hoped；　sir；'　said　Clennam；　doing　so；　and　looking　round　with　a
face　of　blank　disappointment；　'not　to　find　you　alone。'

'Ah；　indeed？'　said　the　Patriarch；　sweetly。　'Ah；　indeed？'

'I　told　you　so　you　know　papa；'　cried　Flora。

'Ah；　to　be　sure！'　returned　the　Patriarch。　'Yes；　just　so。　Ah；　to　be
sure！'

'Pray；　sir；'demanded　Clennam；　anxiously；　'is　Miss　Wade　gone？'

'Miss……？　Oh；　you　call　her　Wade；'　returned　Mr　Casby。　'Highly　proper。'
Arthur　quickly　returned；　'What　do　you　call　her？'

'Wade；'　said　Mr　Casby。　'Oh；　always　Wade。'

After　looking　at　the　philanthropic　visage　and　the　long　silky　white　hair
for　a　few　seconds；　during　which　Mr　Casby　twirled　his　thumbs；　and　smiled
at　the　fire　as　if　he　were　benevolently　wishing　it　to　burn　him　that　he
might　forgive　it；　Arthur　began：

'I　beg　your　pardon；　Mr　Casby……'

'Not　so；　not　so；'　said　the　Patriarch；　'not　so。'

'……But；　Miss　Wade　had　an　attendant　with　her……a　young　woman　brought　up
by　friends　of　mine；　over　whom　her　influence　is　not　considered　very
salutary；　and　to　whom　I　should　be　glad　to　have　the　opportunity　of　giving
the　assurance　that　she　has　not　yet　forfeited　the　interest　of　those
protectors。'

'Really；　really？'　returned　the　Patriarch。

'Will　you　therefore　be　so　good　as　to　give　me　the　address　of　Miss　Wade？'

'Dear；　dear；　dear！'　said　the　Patriarch；　'how　very　unfortunate！　If　you
had　only　sent　in　to　me　when　they　were　here！　I　observed　the　young　woman；
Mr　Clennam。　A　fine　full…coloured　young　woman；　Mr　Clennam；　with　very　dark
hair　and　very　dark　eyes。　If　I　mistake　not；　if　I　mistake　not？'

Arthur　assented；　and　said　once　more　with　new　expression；　'If　you　would
be　so　good　as　to　give　me　the　address。'

'Dear；　dear；　dear！'　exclaimed　the　Patriarch　in　sweet　regret。　'Tut；　tut；
tut！　what　a　pity；　what　a　pity！　I　have　no　address；　sir。　Miss　Wade　mostly
lives　abroad；　Mr　Clennam。　She　has　done　so　for　some　years；　and　she　is　（if
I　may　say　so　of　a　fellow…creature　and　a　lady）　fitful　and　uncertain　to　a
fault；　Mr　Clennam。　I　may　not　see　her　again　for　a　long；　long　time。　I　may
never　see　her　again。　What　a　pity；　what　a　pity！'

Clennam　saw　now；　that　he　had　as　much　hope　of　getting　assistance　out　of
the　Portrait　as　out　of　the　Patriarch；　but　he　said　nevertheless：

'Mr　Casby；　could　you；　for　the　satisfaction　of　the　friends　I　have
mentioned；　and　under　any　obligation　of　secrecy　that　you　may　consider　it
your　duty　to　impose；　give　me　any　information　at　all　touching　Miss　Wade？
I　have　seen　her　abroad；　and　I　have　seen　her　at　home；　but　I　know　nothing
of　her。　Could　you　give　me　any　account　of　her　whatever？'

'None；'　returned　the　Patriarch；　shaking　his　big　head　with　his　utmost
benevolence。　'None　at　all。　Dear；　dear；　dear！　What　a　real　pity　that
she　stayed　so　short　a　time；　and　you　delayed！　As　confidential　agency
business；　agency　business；　I　have　occasionally　paid　this　lady　money；　but
what　satisfaction　is　it　to　you；　sir；　to　know　that？'

'Truly；　none　at　all；'　said　Clennam。

'Truly；'　assented　the　Patriarch；　with　a　shining　face　as　he
philanthropically　smiled　at　the　fire；　'none　at　all；　sir。　You　hit　the
wise　answer；　Mr　Clennam。　Truly；　none　at　all；　sir。'　His　turning　of
his　smooth　thumbs　over　one　another　as　he　sat　there；　was　so　typical　to
Clennam　of　the　way　in　which　he　would　make　the　subject　revolve　if　it　were
pursued；　never　showing　any　new　part　of　it　nor　allowing　it　to　make　the
smallest　advance；　that　it　did　much　to　help　to　convince　him　of　his　labour
having　been　in　vain。　He　might　have　taken　any　time　to　think　about　it；　for
Mr　Casby；　well　accustomed　to　get　on　anywhere　by　leaving　everything　to
his　bumps　and　his　white　hair；　knew　his　strength　to　lie　in　silence。　So
there　Casby　sat；　twirling　and　twirling；　and　making　his　polished　head　and
forehead　look　largely　benevolent　in　every　knob。

With　this　spectacle　before　him；　Arthur　had　risen　to　go；　when　from　the
inner　Dock　where　the　good　ship　Pancks　was　hove　down　when　out　in　no
cruising　ground；　the　noise　was　heard　of　that　steamer　labouring　towards
him。　It　struck　Arthur　that　the　noise　began　demonstratively　far　off；　as
though　Mr　Pancks　sought　to　impress　on　any　one　who　might　happen　to　think
about　it；　that　he　was　working　on　from　out　of　hearing。　Mr　Pancks　and
he　shook　hands；　and　the　former　brought　his　employer　a　letter　or　two　to
sign。　Mr　Pancks　in　shaking　hands　merely　scratched　his　eyebrow　with　his
left　forefinger　and　snorted　once；　but　Clennam；　who　understood　him　better
now　than　of　old；　prehended　that　he　had　almost　done　for　the　evening
and　wished　to　say　a　word　to　him　outside。　Therefore；　when　he　had　taken
his　leave　of　Mr　Casby；　and　（which　was　a　more　difficult　process）　of
Flora；　he　sauntered　in　the　neighbourhood　on　Mr　Pancks's　line　of　road。

He　had　waited　but　a　short　time　when　Mr　Pancks　appeared。　Mr　Pancks
shaking　hands　again　with　another　expressive　snort；　and　taking　off　his
hat　to　put　his　hair　up；　Arthur　thought　he　received　his　cue　to　speak　to
him　as　one　who　knew　pretty　well　what　had　just　now　passed。　Therefore　he
said；　without　any　preface：

'I　suppose　they　were　really　gone；　Pancks？'

'Yes；'　replied　Pancks。　'They　were　really　gone。'

'Does　he　know　where　to　find　that　lady？'

'Can't　say。　I　should　think　so。'

Mr　Pancks　did　not？　No；　Mr　Pancks　did　not。　Did　Mr　Pancks　know　anything
about　her？　'I　expect；'　rejoined　that　worthy；　'I　know　as　much　about
her　as　she　knows　about　herself。　She　is　somebody's　child……anybody's；
nobody's。

Put　her　in　a　room　in　London　here　with　any　six　people　old　enough　to　be
her　parents；　and　her　parents　may　be　there　for　anything　she　knows。　They
may　be　in　any　house　she　sees；　they　may　be　in　any　churchyard　she　passes；
she　may　run　against　'em　in　any　street；　she　may　make　chance　acquaintance
of　'em　at　any　time；　and　never　know　it。

She　knows　nothing　about　'em。　She　knows　nothing　about　any　relative
whatever。　Never　did。　Never　will。'　'Mr　Casby　could　enlighten　her；
perhaps？'

'May　be；'　said　Pancks。　'I　expect　so；　but　don't　know。　He　has　long　had
money　（not　overmuch　as　I　make　out）　in　trust　to　dole　out　to　her　when
she　can't　do　without　it。　Sometimes　she's　proud　and　won't　touch　it　for
a　length　of　time；　sometimes　she's　so　poor　that　she　must　have　it。　She
writhes　under　her　life。　A　woman　more　angry；　passionate；　reckless；
and　revengeful　never　lived。　She　came　for　money　to…night。　Said　she　had
peculiar　occasion　for　it。'

'I　think；'　observed　Clennam　musing；　'I　by　chance　know　what　occasion……I
mean　into　whose　pocket　the　money　is　to　go。'

'Indeed？'　said　Pancks。　'If　it's　a　pact；　I　remend　that　party　to　be
exact　in　it。　I　wouldn't　trust　myself　to　that　woman；　young　and　handsome
as　she　is；　if　I　had　wronged　her；　no；　not　for　twice　my　proprietor's
money！　Unless；'　Pancks　added　as　a　saving　clause；　'I　had　a　lingering
illness　on　me；　and　wanted　to　get　it　over。'

Arthur；　hurriedly　reviewing　his　own　observation　of　her；　found　it　to
tally　pretty　nearly　with　Mr　Pancks's　view。

'The　wonder　is　to　me；'　pursued　Pancks；　'that　she　has　never　done　for　my
proprietor；　as　the　only　person　connected　with　her　story　she　can　lay
hold　of。　Mentioning　that；　I　may　tell　you；　between　ourselves；　that　I　am
sometimes　tempted　to　do　for　him　myself。'

Arthur　started　and　said；　'Dear　me；　Pancks；　don't　say　that！'

'Understand　me；'　said　Pancks；　extending　five　cropped　coaly　finger…nails
on　Arthur's　arm；　'I　don't　mean；　cut　his　throat。　But　by　all　that's
precious；　if　he　goes　too　far；　I'll　cut　his　hair！'

Having　exhibited　himself　in　the　new　light　of　enunciating　this　tremendous
threat；　Mr　Pancks；　with　a　countenance　of　grave　import；　snorted　several
times　and　steamed　away。




CHAPTER　10。　The　Dreams　of　Mrs　Flintwinch　thicken


The　shady　waiting…rooms　of　the　Circumlocution　Office；　where　he　passed　a
good　deal　of　time　in　pany　with　various　troublesome　Convicts　who　were
under　sentence　to　be　broken　alive　on　that　wheel；　had　afforded　Arthur
Clennam　ample　leisure；　in　three　or　four　successive　days；　to　exhaust　the
subject　of　his　late　glimpse　of　Miss　Wade　and　Tattycoram。　He　had　been
able　to　make　no　more　of　it　and　no　less　of　it；　and　in　this　unsatisfactory
condition　he　was　fain　to　leave　it。

During　this　space　he　had　not　been　to　his　mother's　dismal　old　house。

One　of　his　customary　evenings　for　repairing　thither　now　ing　round；
he　left　his　dwel