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little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第166部分

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CHAPTER 14。 Taking Advice


When it became known to the Britons on the shore of the yellow Tiber
that their intelligent patriot; Mr Sparkler; was made one of the
Lords of their Circumlocution Office; they took it as a piece of news
with which they had no nearer concern than with any other piece of
news……any other Accident or Offence……in the English papers。 Some
laughed; some said; by way of plete excuse; that the post was
virtually a sinecure; and any fool who could spell his name was good
enough for it; some; and these the more solemn political oracles;
said that Decimus did wisely to strengthen himself; and that the sole
constitutional purpose of all places within the gift of Decimus; was;
that Decimus should strengthen himself。 A few bilious Britons there were
who would not subscribe to this article of faith; but their objection
was purely theoretical。 In a practical point of view; they listlessly
abandoned the matter; as being the business of some other Britons
unknown; somewhere; or nowhere。 In like manner; at home; great numbers
of Britons maintained; for as long as four…and…twenty consecutive hours;
that those invisible and anonymous Britons 'ought to take it up;' and
that if they quietly acquiesced in it; they deserved it。 But of what
class the remiss Britons were posed; and where the unlucky creatures
hid themselves; and why they hid themselves; and how it constantly
happened that they neglected their interests; when so many other Britons
were quite at a loss to account for their not looking after those
interests; was not; either upon the shore of the yellow Tiber or the
shore of the black Thames; made apparent to men。

Mrs Merdle circulated the news; as she received congratulations on it;
with a careless grace that displayed it to advantage; as the setting
displays the jewel。 Yes; she said; Edmund had taken the place。 Mr Merdle
wished him to take it; and he had taken it。 She hoped Edmund might like
it; but really she didn't know。 It would keep him in town a good
deal; and he preferred the country。 Still; it was not a disagreeable
position……and it was a position。 There was no denying that the thing
was a pliment to Mr Merdle; and was not a bad thing for Edmund if he
liked it。 It was just as well that he should have something to do; and
it was just as well that he should have something for doing it。 Whether
it would be more agreeable to Edmund than the army; remained to be seen。

Thus the Bosom; acplished in the art of seeming to make things of
small account; and really enhancing them in the process。 While Henry
Gowan; whom Decimus had thrown away; went through the whole round of
his acquaintance between the Gate of the People and the town of Albano;
vowing; almost (but not quite) with tears in his eyes; that Sparkler was
the sweetest…tempered; simplest…hearted; altogether most lovable jackass
that ever grazed on the public mon; and that only one circumstance
could have delighted him (Gowan) more; than his (the beloved jackass's)
getting this post; and that would have been his (Gowan's) getting it
himself。 He said it was the very thing for Sparkler。 There was nothing
to do; and he would do it charmingly; there was a handsome salary to
draw; and he would draw it charmingly; it was a delightful; appropriate;
capital appointment; and he almost forgave the donor his slight of
himself; in his joy that the dear donkey for whom he had so great an
affection was so admirably stabled。 Nor did his benevolence stop here。
He took pains; on all social occasions; to draw Mr Sparkler out; and
make him conspicuous before the pany; and; although the considerate
action always resulted in that young gentleman's making a dreary and
forlorn mental spectacle of himself; the friendly intention was not to
be doubted。

Unless; indeed; it chanced to be doubted by the object of Mr Sparkler's
affections。 Miss Fanny was now in the difficult situation of being
universally known in that light; and of not having dismissed Mr
Sparkler; however capriciously she used him。 Hence; she was sufficiently
identified with the gentleman to feel promised by his being more than
usually ridiculous; and hence; being by no means deficient in quickness;
she sometimes came to his rescue against Gowan; and did him very good
service。 But; while doing this; she was ashamed of him; undetermined
whether to get rid of him or more decidedly encourage him; distracted
with apprehensions that she was every day being more and more
immeshed in her uncertainties; and tortured by misgivings that Mrs
Merdle triumphed in her distress。 With this tumult in her mind; it is no
subject for surprise that Miss Fanny came home one night in a state
of agitation from a concert and ball at Mrs Merdle's house; and on her
sister affectionately trying to soothe her; pushed that sister away from
the toilette…table at which she sat angrily trying to cry; and declared
with a heaving bosom that she detested everybody; and she wished she was
dead。

'Dear Fanny; what is the matter? Tell me。'

'Matter; you little Mole;' said Fanny。 'If you were not the blindest of
the blind; you would have no occasion to ask me。 The idea of daring to
pretend to assert that you have eyes in your head; and yet ask me what's
the matter!'

'Is it Mr Sparkler; dear?' 'Mis…ter Spark…ler!' repeated Fanny; with
unbounded scorn; as if he were the last subject in the Solar system that
could possibly be near her mind。 'No; Miss Bat; it is not。'

Immediately afterwards; she became remorseful for having called her
sister names; declaring with sobs that she knew she made herself
hateful; but that everybody drove her to it。


'I don't think you are well to…night; dear Fanny。'


'Stuff and nonsense!' replied the young lady; turning angry again; 'I am
as well as you are。 Perhaps I might say better; and yet make no boast of
it。'

Poor Little Dorrit; not seeing her way to the offering of any soothing
words that would escape repudiation; deemed it best to remain quiet。 At
first; Fanny took this ill; too; protesting to her looking…glass; that
of all the trying sisters a girl could have; she did think the most
trying sister was a flat sister。 That she knew she was at times a
wretched temper; that she knew she made herself hateful; that when she
made herself hateful; nothing would do her half the good as being told
so; but that; being afflicted with a flat sister; she never WAS told so;
and the consequence resulted that she was absolutely tempted and
goaded into making herself disagreeable。 Besides (she angrily told
her looking…glass); she didn't want to be forgiven。 It was not a right
example; that she should be constantly stooping to be forgiven by a
younger sister。 And this was the Art of it……that she was always being
placed in the position of being forgiven; whether she liked it or not。
Finally she burst into violent weeping; and; when her sister came and
sat close at her side to fort her; said; 'Amy; you're an Angel!'

'But; I tell you what; my Pet;' said Fanny; when her sister's gentleness
had calmed her; 'it now es to this; that things cannot and shall not
go on as they are at present going on; and that there must be an end of
this; one way or another。'

As the announcement was vague; though very peremptory; Little Dorrit
returned; 'Let us talk about it。'

'Quite so; my dear;' assented Fanny; as she dried her eyes。 'Let us talk
about it。 I am rational again now; and you shall advise me。 Will you
advise me; my sweet child?'

Even Amy smiled at this notion; but she said; 'I will; Fanny; as well as
I can。'

'Thank you; dearest Amy;' returned Fanny; kissing her。 'You are my
anchor。'

Having embraced her Anchor with great affection; Fanny took a bottle of
sweet toilette water from the table; and called to her maid for a fine
handkerchief。 She then dismissed that attendant for the night; and went
on to be advised; dabbing her eyes and forehead from time to time to
cool them。

'My love;' Fanny began; 'our characters and points of view are
sufficiently different (kiss me again; my darling); to make it very
probable that I shall surprise you by what I am going to say。 What I am
going to say; my dear; i
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