I FULLY expected to find a Constable in the kitchen, waiting to take me up. —
But not only was there no Constable there, but no discovery had yet been made of the robbery. —
Mrs Joe was prodigiously busy in getting the house ready for the festivities of the day, and Joe had been put upon the kitchen door-step to keep him out of the dust-pan - an article into which his destiny always led him sooner or later, when my sister was vigorously reaping the floors of her establishment.
`And where the deuce ha’ you been?’ was Mrs Joe’s Christmas salutation, when I and my conscience showed ourselves.
I said I had been down to hear the Carols. `Ah! well!’ —
observed Mrs Joe. `You might ha’ done worse.’ —
Not a doubt of that, I thought.
Perhaps if I warn't a blacksmith's wife, and (what's the same thing) a slave with her apron never off, I should have been to hear the Carols,' said Mrs Joe.
I’am rather partial to Carols, myself, and that’s the best of reasons for my never hearing any.’
Joe, who had ventured into the kitchen after me as the dust-pan had retired before us, drew the back of his hand across his nose with a conciliatory air when Mrs Joe darted a look at him, and, when her eyes were withdrawn, secretly crossed his two forefingers, and exhibited them to me, as our token that Mrs Joe was in a cross temper. —
This was so much her normal state, that Joe and I would often, for weeks together, be, as to our fingers, like monumental Crusaders as to their legs.
We were to have a superb dinner, consisting of a leg of pickled pork and greens, and a pair of roast stuffed fowls. —
A handsome mince-pie had been made yesterday morning (which accounted for the mincemeat not being missed), and the pudding was already on the boil. —
These extensive arrangements occasioned us to be cut off unceremoniously in respect of breakfast; —
for I an't,' said Mrs Joe,
I an’t a going to have no formal cramming and busting and washing up now, with what I’ve got before me, I promise you!’
So, we had our slices served out, as if we were two thousand troops on a forced march instead of a man and boy at home; —
and we took gulps of milk and water, with apologetic countenances, from a jug on the dresser. —
In the meantime, Mrs Joe put clean white curtains up, and tacked a new flowered-flounce across the wide chimney to replace the old one, and uncovered the little state parlour across the passage, which was never uncovered at any other time, but passed the rest of the year in a cool haze of silver paper, which even extended to the four little white crockery poodles on the mantelshelf, each with a black nose and a basket of flowers in his mouth, and each the counterpart of the other. —
Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. —
Cleanliness is next to Godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.
My sister having so much to do, was going to church vicariously; —
that is to say, Joe and I were going. In his working clothes, Joe was a well-knit characteristic-looking blacksmith; —
in his holiday clothes, he was more like a scarecrow in good circumstances, than anything else. —
Nothing that he wore then, fitted him or seemed to belong to him; —
and everything that he wore then, grazed him. —
On the present festive occasion he emerged from his room, when the blithe bells were going, the picture of misery, in a full suit of Sunday penitentials. —
As to me, I think my sister must have had some general idea that I was a young offender whom an Accoucheur Policemen had taken up (on my birthday) and delivered over to her, to be dealt with according to the outraged majesty of the law. —
I was always treated as if I had insisted on being born, in opposition to the dictates of reason, religion, and morality, and against the dissuading arguments of my best friends. —
Even when I was taken to have a new suit of clothes, the tailor had orders to make them like a kind of Reformatory, and on no account to let me have the free use of my limbs.
Joe and I going to church, therefore, must have been a moving spectacle for compassionate minds. —
Yet, what I suffered outside, was nothing to what I underwent within. —
The terrors that had assailed me whenever Mrs Joe had gone near the pantry, or out of the room, were only to be equalled by the remorse with which my mind dwelt on what my hands had done. —
Under the weight of my wicked secret, I pondered whether the Church would be powerful enough to shield me from the vengeance of the terrible young man, if I divulged to that establishment. —
I conceived the idea that the time when the banns were read and when the clergyman said, `Ye are now to declare it!’ —
would be the time for me to rise and propose a private conference in the vestry. —
I am far from being sure that I might not have astonished our small congregation by resorting to this extreme measure, but for its being Christmas Day and no Sunday.
Mr Wopsle, the clerk at church, was to dine with us; and Mr Hubble the wheelwright and Mrs Hubble; —
and Uncle Pumblechook (Joe’s uncle, but Mrs Joe appropriated him), who was a well-to-do corn-chandler in the nearest town, and drove his own chaise-cart. —
The dinner hour was half-past one. When Joe and I got home, we found the table laid, and Mrs Joe dressed, and the dinner dressing, and the front door unlocked (it never was at any other time) for the company to enter by, and everything most splendid. —
And still, not a word of the robbery.
The time came, without bringing with it any relief to my feelings, and the company came. —
Mr. Wopsle, united to a Roman nose and a large shining bald forehead, had a deep voice which he was uncommonly proud of; —
indeed it was understood among his acquaintance that if you could only give him his head, he would read the clergyman into fits; —
he himself confessed that if the Church was `thrown open,’ meaning to competition, he would not despair of making his mark in it. —
The Church not being `thrown open,’ he was, as I have said, our clerk. —
But the punished the Amens tremendously; —
and when he gave out the psalm - always giving the whole verse - he looked all round the congregation first, as much as to say, `You have heard my friend overhead; —
oblige me with your opinion of this style!’
I opened the door to the company - making believe that it was a habit of ours to open that door - and I opened it first to Mr Wopsle, next to Mr and Mrs Hubble, and last of all to Uncle Pumblechook. —
N.B. I was not allowed to call him uncle, under the severest penalties.
`Mrs Joe,’ said Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but chocked, and had that moment come to; —
`I have brought you, as the compliments of the season - I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of sherry wine - and I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of port wine.’
Every Christmas Day he presented himself, as a profound novelty, with exactly the same words, and carrying the two bottles like dumb-bells. —
Every Christmas Day, Mrs Joe replied, as she now replied, `Oh, Un - cle Pum - ble - chook! —
This IS kind!’ Every Christmas Day, he retorted, as he now retorted, `It’s no more than your merits. And now are you all bobbish, and how’s Sixpennorth of halfpence?’ meaning me.
We dined on these occasions in the kitchen, and adjourned, for the nuts and oranges and apples, to the parlour; —
which was a change very like Joe’s change from his working clothes to his Sunday dress. —
My sister was uncommonly lively on the present occasion, and indeed was generally more gracious in the society of Mrs Hubble than in other company. —
I remember Mrs Hubble as a little curly sharp-edged person in sky-blue, who held a conventionally juvenile position, because she had married Mr Hubble - I don’t know at what remote period - when she was much younger than he. —
I remember Mr Hubble as a tough high-shouldered stooping old man, of a sawdusty fragrance, with his legs extraordinarily wide apart: —
so that in my short days I always saw some miles of open country between them when I met him coming up the lane.
Among this good company I should have felt myself, even if I hadn’t robbed the pantry, in a false position. —
Not because I was squeezed in at an acute angle of the table-cloth, with the table in my chest, and the Pumblechookian elbow in my eye, nor because I was not allowed to speak (I didn’t want to speak), nor because I was regaled with the scaly tips of the drumsticks of the fowls, and with those obscure corners of pork of which the pig, when living, had had the least reason to be vain. —
No; I should not have minded that, if they would only have left me alone. —
But they wouldn’t leave me alone. They seemed to think the opportunity lost, if they failed to point the conversation at me, every now and then, and stick the point into me. —
I might have been an unfortunate little bull in a Spanish arena, I got so smartingly touched up by these moral goads.
It began the moment we sat down to dinner. —
Mr Wopsle said grace with theatrical declamation - as it now appears to me, something like a religious cross of the Ghost in Hamlet with Richard the Third - and ended with the very proper aspiration that we might be truly grateful. —
Upon which my sister fixed me with her eye, and said, in a low reproachful voice, `Do you hear that? Be grateful.’
Especially,' said Mr Pumblechook,
be grateful, boy, to them which brought you up by hand.’
Mrs Hubble shook her head, and contemplating me with a mournful presentiment that I should come to no good, asked, `Why is it that the young are never grateful?’ —
This moral mystery seemed too much for the company until Mr Hubble tersely solved it by saying, `Naterally wicious.’ —
Everybody then murmured `True!’ and looked at me in a particularly unpleasant and personal manner.
Joe’s station and influence were something feebler (if possible) when there was company, than when there was none. —
But he always aided and comforted me when he could, in some way of his own, and he always did so at dinner-time by giving me gravy, if there were any. —
There being plenty of gravy to-day, Joe spooned into my plate, at this point, about half a pint.
A little later on in the dinner, Mr Wopsle reviewed the sermon with some severity, and intimated - in the usual hypothetical case of the Church being `thrown open’ - what king of sermon he would have given them. —
After favouring them with some heads of that discourse, he remarked that he considered the subject of the day’s homily, ill-chosen; —
which was the less excusable, he added, when there were so many subjects `going about.’
True again,' said Uncle Pumblechook.
You’ve hit it, sir! —
Plenty of subjects going about, for them that know how to put salt upon their tails. —
That’s what’s wanted. A man needn’t go far to find a subject, if he’s ready with his salt-box.’ —
Mr Pumblechook added, after a short interval of reflection, `Look at Pork alone. —
There’s a subject! If you want a subject, look at Pork!’
`True, sir. Many a moral for the young,’ returned Mr Wopsle; —
and I knew he was going to lug me in, before he said it; —
`might be deduced from that text.’
(`You listen to this,’ said my sister to me, in a severe parenthesis.)
Joe gave me some more gravy.
`Swine,’ pursued Mr Wopsle, in his deepest voice, and pointing his fork at my blushes, as if he were mentioning my christian name; —
Swine were the companions of the prodigal. ---
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猪是那个败家子的伙伴。 —
The gluttony of Swine is put before us, as an example to the young.’ —
(I thought this pretty well in him who had been praising up the pork for being so plump and juicy. —
) What is detestable in a pig, is more detestable in a boy.'
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猪身上令人厌恶的东西在男孩身上更加厌恶。
Or girl,' suggested Mr Hubble.
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或女孩,’哈勃尔先生建议道。
Of course, or girl, Mr Hubble,' assented Mr Wopsle, rather irritably,
but there is no girl present.’
当然,或女孩,哈勃尔先生,'沃普斯先生有些恼火地表示,
不过现在没有女孩在场。
Besides,' said Mr Pumblechook, turning sharp on me,
think what you’ve got to be grateful for. —
另外,'庞博尔丘克先生转向我说,
想想你有什么值得感激的。 —
If you’d been born a Squeaker–’
He was, if ever a child was,' said my sister, most emphatically.
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如果有人生来像只猪,那一定是他,’我姐姐强调道。
Joe gave me some more gravy.
Well, but I mean a four-footed Squeaker,' said Mr Pumblechook. ---
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好吧,但我的意思是四脚爬行的猪,’庞博尔丘克先生说。 —
If you had been born such, would you have been here now? Now you--'
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如果你生来那样,现在你会在这里吗?现在你——’
Unless in that form,' said Mr Wopsle, nodding towards the dish.
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除非是那种形式,’沃普斯先生说,指向盘子。
But I don't mean in that form, sir,' returned Mr Pumblechook, who had an objection to being interrupted; ---
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但我不是指那种形式,先生,’庞博尔丘克先生回答道,他不喜欢被打断。 —
I mean, enjoying himself with his elders and betters, and improving himself with their conversation, and rolling in the lap of luxury. ---
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我的意思是,与长辈和尊贵的人一起享受,借助他们的谈话提高自己,并享受奢华。 —
Would he have been doing that? No, he wouldn’t. And what would have been your destination?’ —
turning on me again. You would have been disposed of for so many shillings according to the market price of the article, and Dunstable the butcher would have come up to you as you lay in your straw, and he would have whipped you under his left arm, and with his right he would have tucked up his frock to get a penknife from out of his waistcoat - pocket, and he would have shed your blood and had your life. ---
<span><tang1>转身对我说道:
你将会被按照市场价格卖掉,邓斯特布查会走到靠近你躺着的稻草地方,他会将你拽在左胳膊下,用右手挽起衣裙从腰袋里拿出一把小刀,他会让你流血并丧失生命。 —
No bringing up by hand then. Not a bit of it!’
Joe offered me more gravy, which I was afraid to take.
He was a world of trouble to you, ma'am,' said Mrs Hubble, commiserating my sister.
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您的确为您添了很多麻烦,夫人,’休伯太太同情地对我姐姐说。
Trouble?' echoed my sister;
trouble?’ and then entered on a fearful catalogue of all the illnesses I had been guilty of, and all the acts of sleeplessness I had committed, and all the high places I had tumbled from, and all the low places I had tumbled into, and all the injuries I had done myself, and all the times she had wished me in my grave, and I had contumaciously refused to go there.
麻烦?'我妹妹在重复着,
麻烦?‘然后她开始列举我所有的疾病,所有失眠的表现,我曾跌倒的高处和低处,我造成的所有伤害,我所有拒绝去墓地而咒骂自己的时刻。
I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. —
Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence. —
Anyhow, Mr Wopsle’s Roman nose so aggravated me, during the recital of my misdemeanours, that I should have liked to pull it until he howled. —
But, all I had endured up to this time, was nothing in comparison with the awful feelings that took possession of me when the pause was broken which ensued upon my sister’s recital, and in which pause everybody had looked at me (as I felt painfully conscious) with indignation and abhorrence.
Yet,' said Mr Pumblechook, leading the company gently back to the theme from which they had strayed,
Pork - regarded as biled - is rich, too; ain’t it?’
可是,'潘布尔丘克先生温和地带着大家回到他们走神的话题上,
煮熟的猪肉-也很丰盛,对吧?’
Have a little brandy, uncle,' said my sister.
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来点白兰地,叔叔,’我姐姐说。
O Heavens, it had come at last! He would find it was weak, he would say it was weak, and I was lost! —
I held tight to the leg of the table under the cloth, with both hands, and awaited my fate.
My sister went for the stone bottle, came back with the stone bottle, and poured his brandy out: —
no one else taking any. The wretched man trifled with his glass - took it up, looked at it through the light, put it down - prolonged my misery. —
All this time, Mrs Joe and Joe were briskly clearing the table for the pie and pudding.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Always holding tight by the leg of the table with my hands and feet, I saw the miserable creature finger his glass playfully, take it up, smile, throw his head back, and drink the brandy off. —
Instantly afterwards, the company were seized with unspeakable consternation, owing to his springing to his feet, turning round several times in an appalling spasmodic whooping-cough dance, and rushing out at the door; —
he then became visible through the window, violently plunging and expectorating, making the most hideous faces, and apparently out of his mind.
I held on tight, while Mrs Joe and Joe ran to him. —
I didn’t know how I had done it, but I had no doubt I had murdered him somehow. —
In my dreadful situation, it was a relief when he was brought back, and, surveying the company all round as if they had disagreed with him, sank down into his chair with the one significant gasp, `Tar!’
I had filled up the bottle from the tar-water jug. I knew he would be worse by-and-by. —
I moved the table, like a Medium of the present day, by the vigour of my unseen hold upon it.
Tar!' cried my sister, in amazement.
Why, how ever could Tar come there?’
But, Uncle Pumblechook, who was omnipotent in that kitchen, wouldn’t hear the word, wouldn’t hear of the subject, imperiously waved it all away with his hand, and asked for hot gin-and-water. —
My sister, who had begun to be alarmingly meditative, had to employ herself actively in getting the gin, the hot water, the sugar, and the lemon-peel, and mixing them. —
For the time at least, I was saved. I still held on to the leg of the table, but clutched it now with the fervour of gratitude.
By degrees, I became calm enough to release my grasp and partake of pudding. —
Mr Pumblechook partook of pudding. All partook of pudding. —
The course terminated, and Mr Pumblechook had begun to beam under the genial influence of gin-and-water. —
I began to think I should get over the day, when my sister said to Joe, `Clean plates - cold.’
I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion of my youth and friend of my soul. —
I foresaw what was coming, and I felt that this time I really was gone.
You must taste,' said my sister, addressing the guests with her best grace,
You must taste, to finish with, such a delightful and delicious present of Uncle Pumblechook’s!’
Must they! Let them not hope to taste it!
You must know,' said my sister, rising,
it’s a pie; a savoury pork pie.’
The company murmured their compliments. Uncle Pumblechook, sensible of having deserved well of his fellow-creatures, said - quite vivaciously, all things considered - `Well, Mrs Joe, we’ll do our best endeavours; —
let us have a cut at this same pie.’
My sister went out to get it. I heard her steps proceed to the pantry. —
I saw Mr Pumblechook balance his knife. I saw re-awakening appetite in the Roman nostrils of Mr Wopsle. —
I heard Mr Hubble remark that a bit of savoury pork pie would lay atop of anything you could mention, and do no harm,' and I heard Joe say,
You shall have some, Pip.’ I have never been absolutely certain whether I uttered a shrill yell of terror, merely in spirit, or in the bodily hearing of the company. —
I felt that I could bear no more, and that I must run away. —
I released the leg of the table, and ran for my life.
But, I ran no further than the house door, for there I ran head foremost into a party of soldiers with their muskets: —
one of whom held out a pair of handcuffs to me, saying, `Here you are, look sharp, come on!’