little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第154章

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just　lost；　standing　against　the　iron　railings　of　the　little　waste
enclosure　looking　up　at　those　windows　and　laughing　to　himself。　Some　of
the　many　vagrant　cats　who　were　always　prowling　about　there　by　night；
and　who　had　taken　fright　at　him；　appeared　to　have　stopped　when　he　had
stopped；　and　were　looking　at　him　with　eyes　by　no　means　unlike　his　own
from　tops　of　walls　and　porches；　and　other　safe　points　of　pause。　He　had
only　halted　for　a　moment　to　entertain　himself　thus；　he　immediately　went
forward；　throwing　the　end　of　his　cloak　off　his　shoulder　as　he　went；
ascended　the　unevenly　sunken　steps；　and　knocked　a　sounding　knock　at　the
door。

Clennam's　surprise　was　not　so　absorbing　but　that　he　took　his　resolution
without　any　incertitude。　He　went　up　to　the　door　too；　and　ascended　the
steps　too。　His　friend　looked　at　him　with　a　braggart　air；　and　sang　to
himself。

　　　　　'Who　passes　by　this　road　so　late？
　　　　　　　　　　pagnon　de　la　Majolaine；
　　　　　Who　passes　by　this　road　so　late？
　　　　　　　　　　Always　gay！'


After　which　he　knocked　again。

'You　are　impatient；　sir；'　said　Arthur。

'I　am；　sir。　Death　of　my　life；　sir；'　returned　the　stranger；　'it's　my
character　to　be　impatient！'　The　sound　of　Mistress　Affery　cautiously
chaining　the　door　before　she　opened　it；　caused　them　both　to　look　that
way。　Affery　opened　it　a　very　little；　with　a　flaring　candle　in　her　hands
and　asked　who　was　that；　at　that　time　of　night；　with　that　knock！　'Why；
Arthur！'　she　added　with　astonishment；　seeing　him　first。　'Not　you　sure？
Ah；　Lord　save　us！　No；'　she　cried　out；　seeing　the　other。　'Him　again！'

'It's　true！　Him　again；　dear　Mrs　Flintwinch；'　cried　the　stranger。　'Open
the　door；　and　let　me　take　my　dear　friend　Jeremiah　to　my　arms！　Open　the
door；　and　let　me　hasten　myself　to　embrace　my　Flintwinch！'

'He's　not　at　home；'　cried　Affery。

'Fetch　him！'　cried　the　stranger。　'Fetch　my　Flintwinch！　Tell　him　that　it
is　his　old　Blandois；　who　es　from　arriving　in　England；　tell　him　that
it　is　his　little　boy　who　is　here；　his　cabbage；　his　well…beloved！　Open
the　door；　beautiful　Mrs　Flintwinch；　and　in　the　meantime　let　me　to　pass
upstairs；　to　present　my　pliments……homage　of　Blandois……to　my　lady！　My
lady　lives　always？　It　is　well。

Open　then！'

To　Arthur's　increased　surprise；　Mistress　Affery；　stretching　her　eyes
wide　at　himself；　as　if　in　warning　that　this　was　not　a　gentleman　for
him　to　interfere　with；　drew　back　the　chain；　and　opened　the　door。　The
stranger；　without　ceremony；　walked　into　the　hall；　leaving　Arthur　to
follow　him。

'Despatch　then！　Achieve　then！　Bring　my　Flintwinch！　Announce　me　to　my
lady！'　cried　the　stranger；　clanking　about　the　stone　floor。

'Pray　tell　me；　Affery；'　said　Arthur　aloud　and　sternly；　as　he　surveyed
him　from　head　to　foot　with　indignation；　'who　is　this　gentleman？'

'Pray　tell　me；　Affery；'　the　stranger　repeated　in　his　turn；　'who……ha；　ha；
ha！……who　is　this　gentleman？'

The　voice　of　Mrs　Clennam　opportunely　called　from　her　chamber　above；
'Affery；　let　them　both　e　up。　Arthur；　e　straight　to　me！'

'Arthur？'　exclaimed　Blandois；　taking　off　his　hat　at　arm's　length；
and　bringing　his　heels　together　from　a　great　stride　in　making　him　a
flourishing　bow。　'The　son　of　my　lady？　I　am　the　all…devoted　of　the　son　of
my　lady！'

Arthur　looked　at　him　again　in　no　more　flattering　manner　than　before；
and；　turning　on　his　heel　without　acknowledgment；　went　up…stairs。　The
visitor　followed　him　up…stairs。　Mistress　Affery　took　the　key　from　behind
the　door；　and　deftly　slipped　out　to　fetch　her　lord。

A　bystander；　informed　of　the　previous　appearance　of　Monsieur　Blandois
in　that　room；　would　have　observed　a　difference　in　Mrs　Clennam's　present
reception　of　him。　Her　face　was　not　one　to　betray　it；　and　her　suppressed
manner；　and　her　set　voice；　were　equally　under　her　control。　It　wholly
consisted　in　her　never　taking　her　eyes　off　his　face　from　the　moment　of
his　entrance；　and　in　her　twice　or　thrice；　when　he　was　being　noisy；
swaying　herself　a　very　little　forward　in　the　chair　in　which　she　sat
upright；　with　her　hands　immovable　upon　its　elbows；　as　if　she　gave　him
the　assurance　that　he　should　be　presently　heard　at　any　length　he　would。
Arthur　did　not　fail　to　observe　this；　though　the　difference　between　the
present　occasion　and　the　former　was　not　within　his　power　of　observation。

'Madame；'　said　Blandois；　'do　me　the　honour　to　present　me　to　Monsieur；
your　son。　It　appears　to　me；　madame；　that　Monsieur；　your　son；　is　disposed
to　plain　of　me。　He　is　not　polite。'

'Sir；'　said　Arthur；　striking　in　expeditiously；　'whoever　you　are；　and
however　you　e　to　be　here；　if　I　were　the　master　of　this　house　I　would
lose　no　time　in　placing　you　on　the　outside　of　it。'

'But　you　are　not；'　said　his　mother；　without　looking　at　him。
'Unfortunately　for　the　gratification　of　your　unreasonable　temper；　you
are　not　the　master；　Arthur。'

'I　make　no　claim　to　be；　mother。　If　I　object　to　this　person's　manner　of
conducting　himself　here；　and　object　to　it　so　much；　that　if　I　had　any
authority　here　I　certainly　would　not　suffer　him　to　remain　a　minute；　I
object　on　your　account。'

'In　the　case　of　objection　being　necessary；'　she　returned；　'I　could
object　for　myself。　And　of　course　I　should。'

The　subject　of　their　dispute；　who　had　seated　himself；　laughed　aloud；　and
rapped　his　legs　with　his　hand。

'You　have　no　right；'　said　Mrs　Clennam；　always　intent　on　Blandois；
however　directly　she　addressed　her　son；　'to　speak　to　the　prejudice　of
any　gentleman　（least　of　all　a　gentleman　from　another　country）；　because
he　does　not　conform　to　your　standard；　or　square　his　behaviour　by　your
rules。　It　is　possible　that　the　gentleman　may；　on　similar　grounds；　object
to　you。'

'I　hope　so；'　returned　Arthur。

'The　gentleman；'　pursued　Mrs　Clennam；　'on　a　former　occasion　brought
a　letter　of　remendation　to　us　from　highly　esteemed　and　responsible
correspondents。　I　am　perfectly　unacquainted　with　the　gentleman's　object
in　ing　here　at　present。　I　am　entirely　ignorant　of　it；　and　cannot　be
supposed　likely　to　be　able　to　form　the　remotest　guess　at　its　nature；'
her　habitual　frown　became　stronger；　as　she　very　slowly　and　weightily
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　a