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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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