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little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第192部分

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He told with perfect truth how it had e of a little contraband
trading; and how he had in time been released from prison; and how he
had gone away from those antecedents。 How; at the house of entertainment
called the Break of Day at Chalons on the Saone; he had been awakened
in his bed at night by the same assassin; then assuming the name of
Lagnier; though his name had formerly been Rigaud; how the assassin had
proposed that they should join their fortunes together; how he held
the assassin in such dread and aversion that he had fled from him at
daylight; and how he had ever since been haunted by the fear of seeing
the assassin again and being claimed by him as an acquaintance。 When he
had related this; with an emphasis and poise on the word; 'assassin;'
peculiarly belonging to his own language; and which did not serve to
render it less terrible to Clennam; he suddenly sprang to his feet;
pounced upon the bill again; and with a vehemence that would have been
absolute madness in any man of Northern origin; cried 'Behold the same
assassin! Here he is!'

In his passionate raptures; he at first forgot the fact that he had
lately seen the assassin in London。 On his remembering it; it suggested
hope to Clennam that the recognition might be of later date than the
night of the visit at his mother's; but Cavalletto was too exact and
clear about time and place; to leave any opening for doubt that it had
preceded that occasion。

'Listen;' said Arthur; very seriously。 'This man; as we have read here;
has wholly disappeared。'

'Of it I am well content!' said Cavalletto; raising his eyes piously。 'A
thousand thanks to Heaven! Accursed assassin!'

'Not so;' returned Clennam; 'for until something more is heard of him; I
can never know an hour's peace。'

'Enough; Benefactor; that is quite another thing。 A million of excuses!'

'Now; Cavalletto;' said Clennam; gently turning him by the arm; so that
they looked into each other's eyes。 'I am certain that for the little
I have been able to do for you; you are the most sincerely grateful of
men。'

'I swear it!' cried the other。

'I know it。 If you could find this man; or discover what has bee of
him; or gain any later intelligence whatever of him; you would render
me a service above any other service I could receive in the world; and
would make me (with far greater reason) as grateful to you as you are to
me。' 'I know not where to look;' cried the little man; kissing Arthur's
hand in a transport。 'I know not where to begin。 I know not where to go。
But; courage! Enough! It matters not! I go; in this instant of time!'

'Not a word to any one but me; Cavalletto。'

'Al…tro!' cried Cavalletto。 And was gone with great speed。




CHAPTER 23。 Mistress Affery makes a Conditional Promise;
respecting her Dreams


Left alone; with the expressive looks and gestures of Mr Baptist;
otherwise Giovanni Baptista Cavalletto; vividly before him; Clennam
entered on a weary day。 It was in vain that he tried to control his
attention by directing it to any business occupation or train of
thought; it rode at anchor by the haunting topic; and would hold to no
other idea。 As though a criminal should be chained in a stationary boat
on a deep clear river; condemned; whatever countless leagues of water
flowed past him; always to see the body of the fellow…creature he had
drowned lying at the bottom; immovable; and unchangeable; except as
the eddies made it broad or long; now expanding; now contracting
its terrible lineaments; so Arthur; below the shifting current of
transparent thoughts and fancies which were gone and succeeded by others
as soon as e; saw; steady and dark; and not to be stirred from its
place; the one subject that he endeavoured with all his might to rid
himself of; and that he could not fly from。 The assurance he now
had; that Blandois; whatever his right name; was one of the worst of
characters; greatly augmented the burden of his anxieties。 Though the
disappearance should be accounted for to…morrow; the fact that
his mother had been in munication with such a man; would remain
unalterable。 That the munication had been of a secret kind; and that
she had been submissive to him and afraid of him; he hoped might be
known to no one beyond himself; yet; knowing it; how could he separate
it from his old vague fears; and how believe that there was nothing evil
in such relations? Her resolution not to enter on the question with him;
and his knowledge of her indomitable character; enhanced his sense of
helplessness。 It was like the oppression of a dream to believe that
shame and exposure were impending over her and his father's memory; and
to be shut out; as by a brazen wall; from the possibility of ing to
their aid。 The purpose he had brought home to his native country; and
had ever since kept in view; was; with her greatest determination;
defeated by his mother herself; at the time of all others when he feared
that it pressed most。 His advice; energy; activity; money; credit;
all his resources whatsoever; were all made useless。 If she had been
possessed of the old fabled influence; and had turned those who looked
upon her into stone; she could not have rendered him more pletely
powerless (so it seemed to him in his distress of mind) than she did;
when she turned her unyielding face to his in her gloomy room。

But the light of that day's discovery; shining on these considerations;
roused him to take a more decided course of action。

Confident in the rectitude of his purpose; and impelled by a sense of
overhanging danger closing in around; he resolved; if his mother would
still admit of no approach; to make a desperate appeal to Affery。 If she
could be brought to bee municative; and to do what lay in her to
break the spell of secrecy that enshrouded the house; he might shake
off the paralysis of which every hour that passed over his head made
him more acutely sensible。 This was the result of his day's anxiety; and
this was the decision he put in practice when the day closed in。

His first disappointment; on arriving at the house; was to find the door
open; and Mr Flintwinch smoking a pipe on the steps。 If circumstances
had been monly favourable; Mistress Affery would have opened the
door to his knock。 Circumstances being unmonly unfavourable; the door
stood open; and Mr Flintwinch was smoking his pipe on the steps。

'Good evening;' said Arthur。

'Good evening;' said Mr Flintwinch。

The smoke came crookedly out of Mr Flintwinch's mouth; as if it
circulated through the whole of his wry figure and came back by his wry
throat; before ing forth to mingle with the smoke from the crooked
chimneys and the mists from the crooked river。

'Have you any news?' said Arthur。

'We have no news;' said Jeremiah。

'I mean of the foreign man;' Arthur explained。

_'I_ mean of the foreign man;' said Jeremiah。

He looked so grim; as he stood askew; with the knot of his cravat under
his ear; that the thought passed into Clennam's mind; and not for the
first time by many; could Flintwinch for a purpose of his own have got
rid of Blandois? Could it have been his secret; and his safety; that
were at issue? He was small and bent; and perhaps not actively strong;
yet he was as tough as an old yew…tree; and as crusty as an old jackdaw。
Such a man; ing behind a much younger and more vigorous man; and
having the will to put an end to him and no relenting; might do it
pretty surely in that solitary place at a late hour。

While; in the morbid condition of his thoughts; these thoughts drifted
over the main one that was always in Clennam's mind; Mr Flintwinch;
regarding the opposite house over the gateway with his neck twisted and
one eye shut up; stood smoking with a vicious expression upon him; more
as if he were trying to bite off the stem of his pipe; than as if he
were enjoying it。 Yet he was enjoying it in his own way。

'You'll be able to take my likeness; the next time you call; Arthur;
I should think;' said Mr Flintwinch; drily; as he stooped to knock the
ashes out。

Rather conscious and confused; Arthur asked his pardon; if he had stared
at him unpolitely。 'But my mind runs so much upon this matt
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