little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第142章

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perhaps　they　were　intended　to　do）　nearly　distracted；　for　while　on
the　one　hand　they　expressed　Miss　Fanny's　susceptibility　of　the　tender
passion；　she　herself　showed　such　an　innocent　unconsciousness　of　his
admiration　that　his　eyes　goggled　in　his　head　with　jealousy　of　an　unknown
rival。

Descending　into　the　sea　again　after　dinner；　and　ascending　out　of　it
at　the　Opera　staircase；　preceded　by　one　of　their　gondoliers；　like　an
attendant　Merman；　with　a　great　linen　lantern；　they　entered　their　box；
and　Mr　Sparkler　entered　on　an　evening　of　agony。　The　theatre　being
dark；　and　the　box　light；　several　visitors　lounged　in　during　the
representation；　in　whom　Fanny　was　so　interested；　and　in　conversation
with　whom　she　fell　into　such　charming　attitudes；　as　she　had　little
confidences　with　them；　and　little　disputes　concerning　the　identity　of
people　in　distant　boxes；　that　the　wretched　Sparkler　hated　all　mankind。
But　he　had　two　consolations　at　the　close　of　the　performance。　She　gave
him　her　fan　to　hold　while　she　adjusted　her　cloak；　and　it　was　his
blessed　privilege　to　give　her　his　arm　down…stairs　again。　These　crumbs　of
encouragement；　Mr　Sparkler　thought；　would　just　keep　him　going；　and　it　is
not　impossible　that　Miss　Dorrit　thought　so　too。

The　Merman　with　his　light　was　ready　at　the　box…door；　and　other　Mermen
with　other　lights　were　ready　at　many　of　the　doors。　The　Dorrit　Merman
held　his　lantern　low；　to　show　the　steps；　and　Mr　Sparkler　put　on　another
heavy　set　of　fetters　over　his　former　set；　as　he　watched　her　radiant
feet　twinkling　down　the　stairs　beside　him。　Among　the　loiterers　here；　was
Blandois　of　Paris。　He　spoke；　and　moved　forward　beside　Fanny。

Little　Dorrit　was　in　front　with　her　brother　and　Mrs　General　（Mr　Dorrit
had　remained　at　home）；　but　on　the　brink　of　the　quay　they　all　came
together。　She　started　again　to　find　Blandois　close　to　her；　handing　Fanny
into　the　boat。

'Gowan　has　had　a　loss；'　he　said；　'since　he　was　made　happy　to…day　by　a
visit　from　fair　ladies。'

'A　loss？'　repeated　Fanny；　relinquished　by　the　bereaved　Sparkler；　and
taking　her　seat。

'A　loss；'　said　Blandois。　'His　dog　Lion。'

Little　Dorrit's　hand　was　in　his；　as　he　spoke。

'He　is　dead；'　said　Blandois。

'Dead？'　echoed　Little　Dorrit。　'That　noble　dog？'

'Faith；　dear　ladies！'　said　Blandois；　smiling　and　shrugging　his
shoulders；　'somebody　has　poisoned　that　noble　dog。　He　is　as　dead　as　the
Doges！'




CHAPTER　7。　Mostly；　Prunes　and　Prism


Mrs　General；　always　on　her　coach…box　keeping　the　proprieties　well
together；　took　pains　to　form　a　surface　on　her　very　dear　young　friend；
and　Mrs　General's　very　dear　young　friend　tried　hard　to　receive　it。　Hard
as　she　had　tried　in　her　laborious　life　to　attain　many　ends；　she　had
never　tried　harder　than　she　did　now；　to　be　varnished　by　Mrs　General。　It
made　her　anxious　and　ill　at　ease　to　be　operated　upon　by　that　smoothing
hand；　it　is　true；　but　she　submitted　herself　to　the　family　want　in
its　greatness　as　she　had　submitted　herself　to　the　family　want　in　its
littleness；　and　yielded　to　her　own　inclinations　in　this　thing　no　more
than　she　had　yielded　to　her　hunger　itself；　in　the　days　when　she　had
saved　her　dinner　that　her　father　might　have　his　supper。

One　fort　that　she　had　under　the　Ordeal　by　General　was　more
sustaining　to　her；　and　made　her　more　grateful　than　to　a　less　devoted
and　affectionate　spirit；　not　habituated　to　her　struggles　and　sacrifices；
might　appear　quite　reasonable；　and；　indeed；　it　may　often　be　observed　in
life；　that　spirits　like　Little　Dorrit　do　not　appear　to　reason　half
as　carefully　as　the　folks　who　get　the　better　of　them。　The　continued
kindness　of　her　sister　was　this　fort　to　Little　Dorrit。　It　was　nothing
to　her　that　the　kindness　took　the　form　of　tolerant　patronage；　she　was
used　to　that。　It　was　nothing　to　her　that　it　kept　her　in　a　tributary
position；　and　showed　her　in　attendance　on　the　flaming　car　in　which　Miss
Fanny　sat　on　an　elevated　seat；　exacting　homage；　she　sought　no　better
place。　Always　admiring　Fanny's　beauty；　and　grace；　and　readiness；　and　not
now　asking　herself　how　much　of　her　disposition　to　be　strongly　attached
to　Fanny　was　due　to　her　own　heart；　and　how　much　to　Fanny's；　she　gave　her
all　the　sisterly　fondness　her　great　heart　contained。

The　wholesale　amount　of　Prunes　and　Prism　which　Mrs　General　infused　into
the　family　life；　bined　with　the　perpetual　plunges　made　by　Fanny　into
society；　left　but　a　very　small　residue　of　any　natural　deposit　at　the
bottom　of　the　mixture。　This　rendered　confidences　with　Fanny　doubly
precious　to　Little　Dorrit；　and　heightened　the　relief　they　afforded　her。

'Amy；'　said　Fanny　to　her　one　night　when　they　were　alone；　after　a　day　so
tiring　that　Little　Dorrit　was　quite　worn　out；　though　Fanny　would　have
taken　another　dip　into　society　with　the　greatest　pleasure　in　life；　'I
am　going　to　put　something　into　your　little　head。　You　won't　guess　what　it
is；　I　suspect。'

'I　don't　think　that's　likely；　dear；'　said　Little　Dorrit。

'e；　I'll　give　you　a　clue；　child；'　said　Fanny。　'Mrs　General。'

Prunes　and　Prism；　in　a　thousand　binations；　having　been　wearily　in　the
ascendant　all　day……everything　having　been　surface　and　varnish　and　show
without　substance……Little　Dorrit　looked　as　if　she　had　hoped　that　Mrs
General　was　safely　tucked　up　in　bed　for　some　hours。

'Now；　can　you　guess；　Amy？'　said　Fanny。

'No；　dear。　Unless　I　have　done　anything；'　said　Little　Dorrit；　rather
alarmed；　and　meaning　anything　calculated　to　crack　varnish　and　ruffle
surface。

Fanny　was　so　very　much　amused　by　the　misgiving；　that　she　took　up　her
favourite　fan　（being　then　seated　at　her　dressing…table　with　her　armoury
of　cruel　instruments　about　her；　most　of　them　reeking　from　the　heart
of　Sparkler）；　and　tapped　her　sister　frequently　on　the　nose　with　it；
laughing　all　the　time。

'Oh；　our　Amy；　our　Amy！'　said　Fanny。　'What　a　timid　little　goose　our　Amy
is！　But　this　is　nothing　to　laugh　at。　On　the　contrary；　I　am　very　cross；
my　dear。'

'As　it　is　not　with　me；　Fanny；　I　don't　mind；'　returned　her　sister；
smiling。

'Ah！　But　I　do　mind；'　said　Fanny；　'and　so　will　you；　Pet；　when　I　enlighten
you。　Amy；　has　it　never　struck　you　that　somebody　is　monstrously　polite　to
Mrs　General？'

'Everybody　is　polite　to　Mrs　General；'　said　Little　Dorrit。　'Because……'

'Because　she　freezes　them　into　it？'　interrupted　Fanny。　'I　don't　mean
that；　quite　different　from　that。　e！　Has　it　never　struck　you；　Amy；
that　Pa　is　monstrously　polite　to　Mrs　General。'

Amy；　murmuring　'No；'　looked　quite　confounded。　'No；　I　dare　say　not。　But
he　is；'　said　Fanny。　'He　is；　Amy。　And　remember　my　words。　Mrs　General　has
designs　on　Pa！'

'Dear　Fanny；　do　you　think　it　possible　that　Mrs　General　has　designs　on
any　one？'

'Do　I　think　it　possible？'　retorted　Fanny。　'My　love；　I　know　it。　I　tell
you　she　has　designs　on　Pa。　And　more　than　that；　I　tell　you　Pa　considers
her　such　a　wonder；　such　a　paragon　of　acplishment；　and　such　an
acquisition　to　our　family；　that　he　is　ready　to　get　himself　into　a　state
of　perfect　infatuation　with　her　at　any　moment。　And　that　opens　a　pretty
picture　of　things；　I　hope？　Think　of　me　with　Mrs　General　for　a　Mama！'

Little　Dorrit　did　not　reply；　'Think　of　me　with　Mrs　General　for　a　Mama；'
but　she　looked　anxious；　and　seriously　inquired　what　had　led　Fanny　to
these　conclusions。

'Lord；　my　darling；'　said　Fanny；　tartly。　'You　might　as　well　ask　me　how
I　know　when　a　man　is　struck　with　myself！　But；　of　course　I　do　know。　It
happens　pretty　often：　but　I　always　know　it。　I　know　this　in　much　the　same
way；　I　suppose。　At　all　events；　I　know　it。'

'You　never　heard　Papa　say　anything？'

'Say　anything？'　repeated　Fanny。　'My　dearest；　darling　child；　what
necessity　has　he　had；　yet　awhile；　to　say　anything？'

'And　you　have　never　heard　Mrs　General　say　anything？'　'My　goodness　me；
Amy；'　returned　Fanny；　'is　she　the　sort　of　woman　to　say　anything？　Isn't
it　perfectly　plain　and　clear　that　she　has　nothing　to　do　at　present　but
to　hold　herself　upright；　keep　her　aggravating　gloves　on；　and　go　sweeping
about？　Say　anything！　If　she　had　the　ace　of　trumps　in　her　hand　at　whist；
she　wouldn't　say　anything；　child。　It　would　e　out　when　she　played　it。'

'At　least；　you　may　be　mistaken；　Fanny。　Now；　may　you　not？'

'O　yes；　I　MAY　be；'　said　Fanny；　'but　I　am　not。　However；