狄更斯的小说特点 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第31章Part 13

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第31章Part 13  

Mrs Skewton sleeps upstairs
o hours afterwards
and naps are not yet over in the kitchen. The hatchments in the dining-room look down on crumbs
dirty plates
spillings of wine
half-thawed ice
stale discoloured heel-taps
scraps of lobster
drumsticks of fowls
and pensive jellies
gradually resolving themselves into a lukewarm gummy soup. The marriage is
by this time
almost as denuded of its show and garnish as the breakfast. Mr Dombey's servants moralise so much about it
and are so repentant over their early tea
at home
that by eight o'clock or so
they settle down into confirmed seriousness; and Mr Perch
arriving at that time from the City
fresh and jocular
with a white waistcoat and a ic song
ready to spend the evening
and prepared for any amount of dissipation
is amazed to find himself coldly received
and Mrs Perch but poorly
and to have the pleasing duty of escorting that lady home by the next omnibus.
Night closes in. Florence
having rambled through the handsome house
from room to room
seeks her own chamber
where the care of Edith has surrounded her with luxuries and forts; and divesting herself of her handsome dress
puts on her old simple mourning for dear Paul
and sits down to read
with Diogenes winking and blinking on the ground beside her. But Florence cannot read tonight. The house seems strange and new
and there are loud echoes in it. There is a shadow on her heart: she knows not why or what: but it is heavy. Florence shuts her book
and gruff Diogenes
who takes that for a signal
puts his paws upon her lap
and rubs his ears against her caressing hands. But Florence cannot see him plainly
in a little time
for there is a mist beeen her eyes and him
and her dead brother and dead mother shine in it like angels. Walter
too
poor wandering shipwrecked boy
oh
where is he?
The Major don't know; that's for certain; and don't care. The Major
having choked and slumbered
all the afternoon
has taken a late dinner at his club
and now sits over his pint of wine
driving a modest young man
with a fresh-coloured face
at the next table (who would give a handsome sum to be able to rise and go away
but cannot do it) to the verge of madness
by anecdotes of Bagstock
Sir
at Dombey's wedding
and Old Joe's devilish gentle manly friend
Lord Feenix. While Cousin Feenix
who ought to be at Long's
and in bed
finds himself
instead
at a gaming-table
where his wilful legs have taken him
perhaps
in his own despite.
Night
like a giant
fills the church
from pavement to roof
and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again es peeping through the windows: and
giving place to day
sees night withdraw into the vaults
and follows it
and drives it out
and hides among the dead. The timid mice again cower close together
when the great door clashes
and Mr Sownds and Mrs Miff treading the circle of their daily lives
unbroken as a marriage ring
e in. Again
the cocked hat and the mortified bon stand in the background at the marriage hour; and again this man taketh this woman
and this woman taketh this man
on the solemn terms:
'To have and to hold
from this day forward
for better for worse
for richer for poorer
in sickness and in health
to love and to cherish
until death do them part.'
The very words that Mr Carker rides into town repeating
with his mouth stretched to the utmost
as he picks his dainty way.