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the chimes-第4部分

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settin on our steps; must you!  You can't go and give a turn to 
none of the neighbours never; can't you!  WILL you clear the road; 
or won't you?'

Strictly speaking; the last question was irrelevant; as they had 
already done it。

'What's the matter; what's the matter!' said the gentleman for whom 
the door was opened; coming out of the house at that kind of light…
heavy pace … that peculiar compromise between a walk and a jog…trot 
… with which a gentleman upon the smooth down…hill of life; wearing 
creaking boots; a watch…chain; and clean linen; MAY come out of his 
house:  not only without any abatement of his dignity; but with an 
expression of having important and wealthy engagements elsewhere。  
'What's the matter!  What's the matter!'

'You're always a…being begged; and prayed; upon your bended knees 
you are;' said the footman with great emphasis to Trotty Veck; 'to 
let our door…steps be。  Why don't you let 'em be?  CAN'T you let 
'em be?'

'There!  That'll do; that'll do!' said the gentleman。  'Halloa 
there!  Porter!' beckoning with his head to Trotty Veck。  'Come 
here。  What's that?  Your dinner?'

'Yes; sir;' said Trotty; leaving it behind him in a corner。

'Don't leave it there;' exclaimed the gentleman。  'Bring it here; 
bring it here。  So!  This is your dinner; is it?'

'Yes; sir;' repeated Trotty; looking with a fixed eye and a watery 
mouth; at the piece of tripe he had reserved for a last delicious 
tit…bit; which the gentleman was now turning over and over on the 
end of the fork。

Two other gentlemen had come out with him。  One was a low…spirited 
gentleman of middle age; of a meagre habit; and a disconsolate 
face; who kept his hands continually in the pockets of his scanty 
pepper…and…salt trousers; very large and dog's…eared from that 
custom; and was not particularly well brushed or washed。  The 
other; a full…sized; sleek; well…conditioned gentleman; in a blue 
coat with bright buttons; and a white cravat。  This gentleman had a 
very red face; as if an undue proportion of the blood in his body 
were squeezed up into his head; which perhaps accounted for his 
having also the appearance of being rather cold about the heart。

He who had Toby's meat upon the fork; called to the first one by 
the name of Filer; and they both drew near together。  Mr。 Filer 
being exceedingly short…sighted; was obliged to go so close to the 
remnant of Toby's dinner before he could make out what it was; that 
Toby's heart leaped up into his mouth。  But Mr。 Filer didn't eat 
it。

'This is a description of animal food; Alderman;' said Filer; 
making little punches in it with a pencil…case; 'commonly known to 
the labouring population of this country; by the name of tripe。'

The Alderman laughed; and winked; for he was a merry fellow; 
Alderman Cute。  Oh; and a sly fellow too!  A knowing fellow。  Up to 
everything。  Not to be imposed upon。  Deep in the people's hearts!  
He knew them; Cute did。  I believe you!

'But who eats tripe?' said Mr。 Filer; looking round。  'Tripe is 
without an exception the least economical; and the most wasteful 
article of consumption that the markets of this country can by 
possibility produce。  The loss upon a pound of tripe has been found 
to be; in the boiling; seven…eights of a fifth more than the loss 
upon a pound of any other animal substance whatever。  Tripe is more 
expensive; properly understood; than the hothouse pine…apple。  
Taking into account the number of animals slaughtered yearly within 
the bills of mortality alone; and forming a low estimate of the 
quantity of tripe which the carcases of those animals; reasonably 
well butchered; would yield; I find that the waste on that amount 
of tripe; if boiled; would victual a garrison of five hundred men 
for five months of thirty…one days each; and a February over。  The 
Waste; the Waste!'

Trotty stood aghast; and his legs shook under him。  He seemed to 
have starved a garrison of five hundred men with his own hand。

'Who eats tripe?' said Mr。 Filer; warmly。  'Who eats tripe?'

Trotty made a miserable bow。

'You do; do you?' said Mr。 Filer。  'Then I'll tell you something。  
You snatch your tripe; my friend; out of the mouths of widows and 
orphans。'

'I hope not; sir;' said Trotty; faintly。  'I'd sooner die of want!'

'Divide the amount of tripe before…mentioned; Alderman;' said Mr。 
Filer; 'by the estimated number of existing widows and orphans; and 
the result will be one pennyweight of tripe to each。  Not a grain 
is left for that man。  Consequently; he's a robber。'

Trotty was so shocked; that it gave him no concern to see the 
Alderman finish the tripe himself。  It was a relief to get rid of 
it; anyhow。

'And what do you say?' asked the Alderman; jocosely; of the red…
faced gentleman in the blue coat。  'You have heard friend Filer。  
What do YOU SAY?'

'What's it possible to say?' returned the gentleman。  'What IS to 
be said?  Who can take any interest in a fellow like this;' meaning 
Trotty; 'in such degenerate times as these?  Look at him。  What an 
object!  The good old times; the grand old times; the great old 
times!  THOSE were the times for a bold peasantry; and all that 
sort of thing。  Those were the times for every sort of thing; in 
fact。  There's nothing now…a…days。  Ah!' sighed the red…faced 
gentleman。  'The good old times; the good old times!'

The gentleman didn't specify what particular times he alluded to; 
nor did he say whether he objected to the present times; from a 
disinterested consciousness that they had done nothing very 
remarkable in producing himself。

'The good old times; the good old times;' repeated the gentleman。  
'What times they were!  They were the only times。  It's of no use 
talking about any other times; or discussing what the people are in 
THESE times。  You don't call these; times; do you?  I don't。  Look 
into Strutt's Costumes; and see what a Porter used to be; in any of 
the good old English reigns。'

'He hadn't; in his very best circumstances; a shirt to his back; or 
a stocking to his foot; and there was scarcely a vegetable in all 
England for him to put into his mouth;' said Mr。 Filer。  'I can 
prove it; by tables。'

But still the red…faced gentleman extolled the good old times; the 
grand old times; the great old times。  No matter what anybody else 
said; he still went turning round and round in one set form of 
words concerning them; as a poor squirrel turns and turns in its 
revolving cage; touching the mechanism; and trick of which; it has 
probably quite as distinct perceptions; as ever this red…faced 
gentleman had of his deceased Millennium。

It is possible that poor Trotty's faith in these very vague Old 
Times was not entirely destroyed; for he felt vague enough at that 
moment。  One thing; however; was plain to him; in the midst of his 
distress; to wit; that however these gentlemen might differ in 
details; his misgivings of that morning; and of many other 
mornings; were well founded。  'No; no。  We can't go right or do 
right;' thought Trotty in despair。  'There is no good in us。  We 
are born bad!'

But Trotty had a father's heart within him; which had somehow got 
into his breast in spite of this decree; and he could not bear that 
Meg; in the blush of her brief joy; should have her fortune read by 
these wise gentlemen。  'God help her;' thought poor Trotty。  'She 
will know it soon enough。'

He anxiously signed; therefore; to the young smith; to take her 
away。  But he was so busy; talking to her softly at a little 
distance; that he only became conscious of this desire; 
simultaneously with Alderman Cute。  Now; the Alderman had not yet 
had his say; but HE was a philosopher; too … practical; though!  
Oh; very practical … and; as he had no idea of losing any portion 
of his audience; he cried 'Stop!'

'Now; you know;' said the Alderman; addressing his two friends; 
with a self…complacent smile upon his face which was habitual to 
him; 'I am a plain man; and a practical man; and I go to work in a 
plain practical way。  That's my way。  There is not the least 
mystery or difficulty in dealing with this sort of people if you 
only understand 'em; and can talk to 'em in their own manner。  Now; 
you Porter!  Don't you ever tell me; or anybody else; my friend; 
that you haven't always enough to eat; and of the best; because I 
know better。  I have tasted your tripe; you know; and you can't 
〃chaff〃 me。  You understand what 〃chaff〃 means; eh?  That's the 
right word; isn't it?  Ha; ha; ha! Lord bless you;' said the 
Alderman; turning to his friends again; 'it's the easiest thing on 
earth to deal with this sort of people; if you understand 'em。'

Famous man for the common people; Alderman Cute!  Never out of 
temper with them!  Easy; affable; joking; knowing gentleman!

'You see; my friend;' pursued the Alderman; 'there's a great deal 
of nonsense talked about Want … 〃hard up;〃 you know; that's the 
phrase; isn't it? ha! ha! ha! … and I intend to Put it Down。  
There's a certain amount of cant in vogue about Starvation; and I 
mean to Put it Down。  That's all!  Lord bless you;' said the 
Alderman; turning to his friends again; 'you may Put Down anything 
among this sort of people; if you only know the way to set about 
it。'

Trotty took Meg's hand and drew it through his arm。  He didn't seem 
to know what he was doing though。

'Your daughter; eh?' said the Alderman; chucking her familiarly 
under the chin。

Always affable with the working classes; Alderman Cute!  Knew what 
pleased them!  Not a bit of pride!

'Where's her mother?' asked that worthy gentleman。

'Dead;' said Toby。  'Her mother got up linen; and was called to 
Heaven when She was born。'

'Not to get up linen THERE; I suppose;' remarked the Alderman 
pleasantly

Toby might or might not have been able to separate his wife in 
Heaven from her old pursuits。  But query:  If Mrs。 Alderman Cute 
had gone to Heaven; would Mr。 Alderman Cute have pictured her as 
holding any state or station there?

'And you're making love to her; are you?' said Cute to the young 
smith。

'Yes;' returned Richard quickly; for he was nettled b
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