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the chimes-第5部分

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smith。

'Yes;' returned Richard quickly; for he was nettled by the 
question。  'And we are going to be married on New Year's Day。'

'What do you mean!' cried Filer sharply。  'Married!'

'Why; yes; we're thinking of it; Master;' said Richard。  'We're 
rather in a hurry; you see; in case it should be Put Down first。'

'Ah!' cried Filer; with a groan。  'Put THAT down indeed; Alderman; 
and you'll do something。  Married!  Married!!  The ignorance of the 
first principles of political economy on the part of these people; 
their improvidence; their wickedness; is; by Heavens! enough to … 
Now look at that couple; will you!'

Well?  They were worth looking at。  And marriage seemed as 
reasonable and fair a deed as they need have in contemplation。

'A man may live to be as old as Methuselah;' said Mr。 Filer; 'and 
may labour all his life for the benefit of such people as those; 
and may heap up facts on figures; facts on figures; facts on 
figures; mountains high and dry; and he can no more hope to 
persuade 'em that they have no right or business to be married; 
than he can hope to persuade 'em that they have no earthly right or 
business to be born。  And THAT we know they haven't。  We reduced it 
to a mathematical certainty long ago!'

Alderman Cute was mightily diverted; and laid his right forefinger 
on the side of his nose; as much as to say to both his friends; 
'Observe me; will you!  Keep your eye on the practical man!' … and 
called Meg to him。

'Come here; my girl!' said Alderman Cute。

The young blood of her lover had been mounting; wrathfully; within 
the last few minutes; and he was indisposed to let her come。  But; 
setting a constraint upon himself; he came forward with a stride as 
Meg approached; and stood beside her。  Trotty kept her hand within 
his arm still; but looked from face to face as wildly as a sleeper 
in a dream。

'Now; I'm going to give you a word or two of good advice; my girl;' 
said the Alderman; in his nice easy way。  'It's my place to give 
advice; you know; because I'm a Justice。  You know I'm a Justice; 
don't you?'

Meg timidly said; 'Yes。'  But everybody knew Alderman Cute was a 
Justice!  Oh dear; so active a Justice always!  Who such a mote of 
brightness in the public eye; as Cute!

'You are going to be married; you say;' pursued the Alderman。  
'Very unbecoming and indelicate in one of your sex!  But never mind 
that。  After you are married; you'll quarrel with your husband and 
come to be a distressed wife。  You may think not; but you will; 
because I tell you so。  Now; I give you fair warning; that I have 
made up my mind to Put distressed wives Down。  So; don't be brought 
before me。  You'll have children … boys。  Those boys will grow up 
bad; of course; and run wild in the streets; without shoes and 
stockings。  Mind; my young friend!  I'll convict 'em summarily; 
every one; for I am determined to Put boys without shoes and 
stockings; Down。  Perhaps your husband will die young (most likely) 
and leave you with a baby。  Then you'll be turned out of doors; and 
wander up and down the streets。  Now; don't wander near me; my 
dear; for I am resolved; to Put all wandering mothers Down。  All 
young mothers; of all sorts and kinds; it's my determination to Put 
Down。  Don't think to plead illness as an excuse with me; or babies 
as an excuse with me; for all sick persons and young children (I 
hope you know the church…service; but I'm afraid not) I am 
determined to Put Down。  And if you attempt; desperately; and 
ungratefully; and impiously; and fraudulently attempt; to drown 
yourself; or hang yourself; I'll have no pity for you; for I have 
made up my mind to Put all suicide Down!  If there is one thing;' 
said the Alderman; with his self…satisfied smile; 'on which I can 
be said to have made up my mind more than on another; it is to Put 
suicide Down。  So don't try it on。  That's the phrase; isn't it?  
Ha; ha! now we understand each other。'

Toby knew not whether to be agonised or glad; to see that Meg had 
turned a deadly white; and dropped her lover's hand。

'And as for you; you dull dog;' said the Alderman; turning with 
even increased cheerfulness and urbanity to the young smith; 'what 
are you thinking of being married for?  What do you want to be 
married for; you silly fellow?  If I was a fine; young; strapping 
chap like you; I should be ashamed of being milksop enough to pin 
myself to a woman's apron…strings!  Why; she'll be an old woman 
before you're a middle…aged man!  And a pretty figure you'll cut 
then; with a draggle…tailed wife and a crowd of squalling children 
crying after you wherever you go!'

O; he knew how to banter the common people; Alderman Cute!

'There!  Go along with you;' said the Alderman; 'and repent。  Don't 
make such a fool of yourself as to get married on New Year's Day。  
You'll think very differently of it; long before next New Year's 
Day:  a trim young fellow like you; with all the girls looking 
after you。  There!  Go along with you!'

They went along。  Not arm in arm; or hand in hand; or interchanging 
bright glances; but; she in tears; he; gloomy and down…looking。  
Were these the hearts that had so lately made old Toby's leap up 
from its faintness?  No; no。  The Alderman (a blessing on his 
head!) had Put THEM Down。

'As you happen to be here;' said the Alderman to Toby; 'you shall 
carry a letter for me。  Can you be quick?  You're an old man。'

Toby; who had been looking after Meg; quite stupidly; made shift to 
murmur out that he was very quick; and very strong。

'How old are you?' inquired the Alderman。

'I'm over sixty; sir;' said Toby。

'O!  This man's a great deal past the average age; you know;' cried 
Mr。 Filer breaking in as if his patience would bear some trying; 
but this really was carrying matters a little too far。

'I feel I'm intruding; sir;' said Toby。  'I … I misdoubted it this 
morning。  Oh dear me!'

The Alderman cut him short by giving him the letter from his 
pocket。  Toby would have got a shilling too; but Mr。 Filer clearly 
showing that in that case he would rob a certain given number of 
persons of ninepence…halfpenny a…piece; he only got sixpence; and 
thought himself very well off to get that。

Then the Alderman gave an arm to each of his friends; and walked 
off in high feather; but; he immediately came hurrying back alone; 
as if he had forgotten something。

'Porter!' said the Alderman。

'Sir!' said Toby。

'Take care of that daughter of yours。  She's much too handsome。'

'Even her good looks are stolen from somebody or other; I suppose;' 
thought Toby; looking at the sixpence in his hand; and thinking of 
the tripe。  'She's been and robbed five hundred ladies of a bloom 
a…piece; I shouldn't wonder。  It's very dreadful!'

'She's much too handsome; my man;' repeated the Alderman。  'The 
chances are; that she'll come to no good; I clearly see。  Observe 
what I say。  Take care of her!'  With which; he hurried off again。

'Wrong every way。  Wrong every way!' said Trotty; clasping his 
hands。  'Born bad。  No business here!'

The Chimes came clashing in upon him as he said the words。  Full; 
loud; and sounding … but with no encouragement。  No; not a drop。

'The tune's changed;' cried the old man; as he listened。  'There's 
not a word of all that fancy in it。  Why should there be?  I have 
no business with the New Year nor with the old one neither。  Let me 
die!'

Still the Bells; pealing forth their changes; made the very air 
spin。  Put 'em down; Put 'em down!  Good old Times; Good old Times!  
Facts and Figures; Facts and Figures!  Put 'em down; Put 'em down!  
If they said anything they said this; until the brain of Toby 
reeled。

He pressed his bewildered head between his hands; as if to keep it 
from splitting asunder。  A well…timed action; as it happened; for 
finding the letter in one of them; and being by that means reminded 
of his charge; he fell; mechanically; into his usual trot; and 
trotted off。



CHAPTER II … The Second Quarter。



THE letter Toby had received from Alderman Cute; was addressed to a 
great man in the great district of the town。  The greatest district 
of the town。  It must have been the greatest district of the town; 
because it was commonly called 'the world' by its inhabitants。  The 
letter positively seemed heavier in Toby's hand; than another 
letter。  Not because the Alderman had sealed it with a very large 
coat of arms and no end of wax; but because of the weighty name on 
the superscription; and the ponderous amount of gold and silver 
with which it was associated。

'How different from us!' thought Toby; in all simplicity and 
earnestness; as he looked at the direction。  'Divide the lively 
turtles in the bills of mortality; by the number of gentlefolks 
able to buy 'em; and whose share does he take but his own!  As to 
snatching tripe from anybody's mouth … he'd scorn it!'

With the involuntary homage due to such an exalted character; Toby 
interposed a corner of his apron between the letter and his 
fingers。

'His children;' said Trotty; and a mist rose before his eyes; 'his 
daughters … Gentlemen may win their hearts and marry them; they may 
be happy wives and mothers; they may be handsome like my darling M…
e…'。

He couldn't finish the name。  The final letter swelled in his 
throat; to the size of the whole alphabet。

'Never mind;' thought Trotty。  'I know what I mean。  That's more 
than enough for me。'  And with this consolatory rumination; trotted 
on。

It was a hard frost; that day。  The air was bracing; crisp; and 
clear。  The wintry sun; though powerless for warmth; looked 
brightly down upon the ice it was too weak to melt; and set a 
radiant glory there。  At other times; Trotty might have learned a 
poor man's lesson from the wintry sun; but; he was past that; now。

The Year was Old; that day。  The patient Year had lived through the 
reproaches and misuses of its slanderers; and faithfully performed 
its work。  Spring; summer; autumn; winter。  It had laboured through 
the destined round; and now laid down its weary head to die。  Shut 
out from hope; high impulse; active hap
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