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little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第206章

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emphasised those words; 'but; when the gentleman proceeds to explain
his object; as I shall beg him to have the goodness to do to myself and
Flintwinch; when Flintwinch returns; it will prove; no doubt; to be one
more or less in the usual way of our business; which it will be both our
business and our pleasure to advance。 It can be nothing else。'

'We shall see; madame!' said the man of business。


'We shall see;' she assented。 'The gentleman is acquainted with
Flintwinch; and when the gentleman was in London last; I remember
to have heard that he and Flintwinch had some entertainment or
good…fellowship together。 I am not in the way of knowing much that
passes outside this room; and the jingle of little worldly things beyond
it does not much interest me; but I remember to have heard that。'

'Right; madame。 It is true。' He laughed again; and whistled the burden
of the tune he had sung at the door。

'Therefore; Arthur;' said his mother; 'the gentleman es here as an
acquaintance; and no stranger; and it is much to be regretted that your
unreasonable temper should have found offence in him。 I regret it。 I say
so to the gentleman。 You will not say so; I know; therefore I say it for
myself and Flintwinch; since with us two the gentleman's business lies。'

The key of the door below was now heard in the lock; and the door was
heard to open and close。 In due sequence Mr Flintwinch appeared; on
whose entrance the visitor rose from his chair; laughing loud; and
folded him in a close embrace。

'How goes it; my cherished friend!' said he。 'How goes the world; my
Flintwinch? Rose…coloured? So much the better; so much the better! Ah;
but you look charming! Ah; but you look young and fresh as the flowers
of Spring! Ah; good little boy! Brave child; brave child!'

While heaping these pliments on Mr Flintwinch; he rolled him about
with a hand on each of his shoulders; until the staggerings of that
gentleman; who under the circumstances was dryer and more twisted than
ever; were like those of a teetotum nearly spent。

'I had a presentiment; last time; that we should be better and more
intimately acquainted。 Is it ing on you; Flintwinch? Is it yet ing
on?'

'Why; no; sir;' retorted Mr Flintwinch。 'Not unusually。 Hadn't you
better be seated? You have been calling for some more of that port; sir;
I guess?'

'Ah; Little joker! Little pig!' cried the visitor。 'Ha ha ha ha!' And
throwing Mr Flintwinch away; as a closing piece of raillery; he sat down
again。

The amazement; suspicion; resentment; and shame; with which Arthur
looked on at all this; struck him dumb。 Mr Flintwinch; who had spun
backward some two or three yards under the impetus last given to him;
brought himself up with a face pletely unchanged in its stolidity
except as it was affected by shortness of breath; and looked hard at
Arthur。 Not a whit less reticent and wooden was Mr Flintwinch outwardly;
than in the usual course of things: the only perceptible difference in
him being that the knot of cravat which was generally under his ear;
had worked round to the back of his head: where it formed an ornamental
appendage not unlike a bagwig; and gave him something of a courtly
appearance。 As Mrs Clennam never removed her eyes from Blandois (on whom
they had some effect; as a steady look has on a lower sort of dog); so
Jeremiah never removed his from Arthur。 It was as if they had tacitly
agreed to take their different provinces。 Thus; in the ensuing silence;
Jeremiah stood scraping his chin and looking at Arthur as though he were
trying to screw his thoughts out of him with an instrument。

After a little; the visitor; as if he felt the silence irksome; rose;
and impatiently put himself with his back to the sacred fire which had
burned through so many years。 Thereupon Mrs Clennam said; moving one of
her hands for the first time; and moving it very slightly with an action
of dismissal:

'Please to leave us to our business; Arthur。' 'Mother; I do so with
reluctance。'

'Never mind with what;' she returned; 'or with what not。 Please to leave
us。 e back at any other time when you may consider it a duty to bury
half an hour wearily here。 Good night。'

She held up her muffled fingers that he might touch them with his;
according to their usual custom; and he stood over her wheeled chair to
touch her face with his lips。 He thought; then; that her cheek was
more strained than usual; and that it was colder。 As he followed the
direction of her eyes; in rising again; towards Mr Flintwinch's good
friend; Mr Blandois; Mr Blandois snapped his finger and thumb with one
loud contemptuous snap。

'I leave your……your business acquaintance in my mother's room; Mr
Flintwinch;' said Clennam; 'with a great deal of surprise and a great
deal of unwillingness。'

The person referred to snapped his finger and thumb again。

'Good night; mother。'

'Good night。'

'I had a friend once; my good rade Flintwinch;' said Blandois;
standing astride before the fire; and so evidently saying it to arrest
Clennam's retreating steps; that he lingered near the door; 'I had a
friend once; who had heard so much of the dark side of this city and
its ways; that he wouldn't have confided himself alone by night with two
people who had an interest in getting him under the ground……my faith!
not even in a respectable house like this……unless he was bodily too
strong for them。 Bah! What a poltroon; my Flintwinch! Eh?'

'A cur; sir。'

'Agreed! A cur。 But he wouldn't have done it; my Flintwinch; unless he
had known them to have the will to silence him; without the power。 He
wouldn't have drunk from a glass of water under such circumstances……not
even in a respectable house like this; my Flintwinch……unless he had seen
one of them drink first; and swallow too!'

Disdaining to speak; and indeed not very well able; for he was
half…choking; Clennam only glanced at the visitor as he passed out。

The visitor saluted him with another parting snap; and his nose came
down over his moustache and his moustache went up under his nose; in an
ominous and ugly smile。

'For Heaven's sake; Affery;' whispered Clennam; as she opened the door
for him
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