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little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第122章

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have the unfortunate temperament of the poor impetuous girl herself;
before you can fully understand it。 But it came about in this way。 Pet
and Mother and I have been having a good deal of talk together of late。
I'll not disguise from you; Clennam; that those conversations have not
been of as bright a kind as I could wish; they have referred to our
going away again。 In proposing to do which; I have had; in fact; an
object。'

Nobody's heart beat quickly。

'An object;' said Mr Meagles; after a moment's pause; 'that I will not
disguise from you; either; Clennam。 There's an inclination on the part
of my dear child which I am sorry for。 Perhaps you guess the person。
Henry Gowan。'

'I was not unprepared to hear it。'

'Well!' said Mr Meagles; with a heavy sigh; 'I wish to God you had never
had to hear it。 However; so it is。 Mother and I have done all we could
to get the better of it; Clennam。 We have tried tender advice; we
have tried time; we have tried absence。 As yet; of no use。 Our late
conversations have been upon the subject of going away for another year
at least; in order that there might be an entire separation and breaking
off for that term。 Upon that question; Pet has been unhappy; and
therefore Mother and I have been unhappy。' Clennam said that he could
easily believe it。

'Well!' continued Mr Meagles in an apologetic way; 'I admit as a
practical man; and I am sure Mother would admit as a practical woman;
that we do; in families; magnify our troubles and make mountains of our
molehills in a way that is calculated to be rather trying to people who
look on……to mere outsiders; you know; Clennam。

Still; Pet's happiness or unhappiness is quite a life or death question
with us; and we may be excused; I hope; for making much of it。 At all
events; it might have been borne by Tattycoram。 Now; don't you think
so?'

'I do indeed think so;' returned Clennam; in most emphatic recognition
of this very moderate expectation。

'No; sir;' said Mr Meagles; shaking his head ruefully。 'She couldn't
stand it。 The chafing and firing of that girl; the wearing and tearing
of that girl within her own breast; has been such that I have
softly said to her again and again in passing her; 〃Five…and…twenty;
Tattycoram; five…and…twenty!〃 I heartily wish she could have gone
on counting five…and…twenty day and night; and then it wouldn't have
happened。'

Mr Meagles with a despondent countenance in which the goodness of his
heart was even more expressed than in his times of cheerfulness and
gaiety; stroked his face down from his forehead to his chin; and shook
his head again。

'I said to Mother (not that it was necessary; for she would have thought
it all for herself); we are practical people; my dear; and we know her
story; we see in this unhappy girl some reflection of what was raging in
her mother's heart before ever such a creature as this poor thing was
in the world; we'll gloss her temper over; Mother; we won't notice it at
present; my dear; we'll take advantage of some better disposition in her
another time。 So we said nothing。 But; do what we would; it seems as if
it was to be; she broke out violently one night。'

'How; and why?'

'If you ask me Why;' said Mr Meagles; a little disturbed by the
question; for he was far more intent on softening her case than the
family's; 'I can only refer you to what I have just repeated as having
been pretty near my words to Mother。 As to How; we had said Good night
to Pet in her presence (very affectionately; I must allow); and she
had attended Pet up…stairs……you remember she was her maid。 Perhaps Pet;
having been out of sorts; may have been a little more inconsiderate than
usual in requiring services of her: but I don't know that I have any
right to say so; she was always thoughtful and gentle。'

'The gentlest mistress in the world。'

'Thank you; Clennam;' said Mr Meagles; shaking him by the hand; 'you
have often seen them together。 Well! We presently heard this unfortunate
Tattycoram loud and angry; and before we could ask what was the matter;
Pet came back in a tremble; saying she was frightened of her。 Close
after her came Tattycoram in a flaming rage。 〃I hate you all three;〃
says she; stamping her foot at us。 〃I am bursting with hate of the whole
house。〃'

'Upon which you……?'

'I?' said Mr Meagles; with a plain good faith that might have manded
the belief of Mrs Gowan herself。 'I said; count five…and…twenty;
Tattycoram。'

Mr Meagles again stroked his face and shook his head; with an air of
profound regret。

'She was so used to do it; Clennam; that even then; such a picture of
passion as you never saw; she stopped short; looked me full in the face;
and counted (as I made out) to eight。 But she couldn't control herself
to go any further。 There she broke down; poor thing; and gave the other
seventeen to the four winds。 Then it all burst out。 She detested us; she
was miserable with us; she couldn't bear it; she wouldn't bear it; she
was determined to go away。 She was younger than her young mistress; and
would she remain to see her always held up as the only creature who was
young and interesting; and to be cherished and loved? No。 She wouldn't;
she wouldn't; she wouldn't! What did we think she; Tattycoram; might
have been if she had been caressed and cared for in her childhood; like
her young mistress? As good as her? Ah! Perhaps fifty times as good。
When we pretended to be so fond of one another; we exulted over her;
that was what we did; we exulted over her and shamed her。 And all in
the house did the same。 They talked about their fathers and mothers; and
brothers and sisters; they liked to drag them up before her face。 There
was Mrs Tickit; only yesterday; when her little grandchild was with her;
had been amused by the child's trying to call her (Tattycoram) by the
wretched name we gave her; and had laughed at the name。 Why; who didn't;
and who were we that we should have a right to name her like a dog or a
cat? But she didn't care。 She would take no more benefits from us; she
would fling us her name back again; and she would go。 She would leave
us that minute; nobody should stop her; and we shou
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