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the chimes-第7部分

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〃the distinguished honour〃 … he is very good … of meeting me at the 
house of our mutual friend Deedles; the banker; and he does me the 
favour to inquire whether it will be agreeable to me to have Will 
Fern put down。'

'MOST agreeable!' replied my Lady Bowley。  'The worst man among 
them!  He has been committing a robbery; I hope?'

'Why no;' said Sir Joseph'; referring to the letter。  'Not quite。  
Very near。  Not quite。  He came up to London; it seems; to look for 
employment (trying to better himself … that's his story); and being 
found at night asleep in a shed; was taken into custody; and 
carried next morning before the Alderman。  The Alderman observes 
(very properly) that he is determined to put this sort of thing 
down; and that if it will be agreeable to me to have Will Fern put 
down; he will be happy to begin with him。'

'Let him be made an example of; by all means;' returned the lady。  
'Last winter; when I introduced pinking and eyelet…holing among the 
men and boys in the village; as a nice evening employment; and had 
the lines;


O let us love our occupations;
Bless the squire and his relations;
Live upon our daily rations;
And always know our proper stations;


set to music on the new system; for them to sing the while; this 
very Fern … I see him now … touched that hat of his; and said; 〃I 
humbly ask your pardon; my lady; but AN'T I something different 
from a great girl?〃  I expected it; of course; who can expect 
anything but insolence and ingratitude from that class of people!  
That is not to the purpose; however。  Sir Joseph!  Make an example 
of him!'

'Hem!' coughed Sir Joseph。  'Mr。 Fish; if you'll have the goodness 
to attend … '

Mr。 Fish immediately seized his pen; and wrote from Sir Joseph's 
dictation。

'Private。  My dear Sir。  I am very much indebted to you for your 
courtesy in the matter of the man William Fern; of whom; I regret 
to add; I can say nothing favourable。  I have uniformly considered 
myself in the light of his Friend and Father; but have been repaid 
(a common case; I grieve to say) with ingratitude; and constant 
opposition to my plans。  He is a turbulent and rebellious spirit。  
His character will not bear investigation。  Nothing will persuade 
him to be happy when he might。  Under these circumstances; it 
appears to me; I own; that when he comes before you again (as you 
informed me he promised to do to…morrow; pending your inquiries; 
and I think he may be so far relied upon); his committal for some 
short term as a Vagabond; would be a service to society; and would 
be a salutary example in a country where … for the sake of those 
who are; through good and evil report; the Friends and Fathers of 
the Poor; as well as with a view to that; generally speaking; 
misguided class themselves … examples are greatly needed。  And I 
am;' and so forth。

'It appears;' remarked Sir Joseph when he had signed this letter; 
and Mr。 Fish was sealing it; 'as if this were Ordained:  really。  
At the close of the year; I wind up my account and strike my 
balance; even with William Fern!'

Trotty; who had long ago relapsed; and was very low…spirited; 
stepped forward with a rueful face to take the letter。

'With my compliments and thanks;' said Sir Joseph。  'Stop!'

'Stop!' echoed Mr。 Fish。

'You have heard; perhaps;' said Sir Joseph; oracularly; 'certain 
remarks into which I have been led respecting the solemn period of 
time at which we have arrived; and the duty imposed upon us of 
settling our affairs; and being prepared。  You have observed that I 
don't shelter myself behind my superior standing in society; but 
that Mr。 Fish … that gentleman … has a cheque…book at his elbow; 
and is in fact here; to enable me to turn over a perfectly new 
leaf; and enter on the epoch before us with a clean account。  Now; 
my friend; can you lay your hand upon your heart; and say; that you 
also have made preparations for a New Year?'

'I am afraid; sir;' stammered Trotty; looking meekly at him; 'that 
I am a … a … little behind…hand with the world。'

' Behind…hand with the world!' repeated Sir Joseph Bowley; in a 
tone of terrible distinctness。

'I am afraid; sir;' faltered Trotty; 'that there's a matter of ten 
or twelve shillings owing to Mrs。 Chickenstalker。'

'To Mrs。 Chickenstalker!' repeated Sir Joseph; in the same tone as 
before。

'A shop; sir;' exclaimed Toby; 'in the general line。  Also a … a 
little money on account of rent。  A very little; sir。  It oughtn't 
to be owing; I know; but we have been hard put to it; indeed!'

Sir Joseph looked at his lady; and at Mr。 Fish; and at Trotty; one 
after another; twice all round。  He then made a despondent gesture 
with both hands at once; as if he gave the thing up altogether。

'How a man; even among this improvident and impracticable race; an 
old man; a man grown grey; can look a New Year in the face; with 
his affairs in this condition; how he can lie down on his bed at 
night; and get up again in the morning; and … There!' he said; 
turning his back on Trotty。  'Take the letter。  Take the letter!'

'I heartily wish it was otherwise; sir;' said Trotty; anxious to 
excuse himself。  'We have been tried very hard。'

Sir Joseph still repeating 'Take the letter; take the letter!' and 
Mr。 Fish not only saying the same thing; but giving additional 
force to the request by motioning the bearer to the door; he had 
nothing for it but to make his bow and leave the house。  And in the 
street; poor Trotty pulled his worn old hat down on his head; to 
hide the grief he felt at getting no hold on the New Year; 
anywhere。

He didn't even lift his hat to look up at the Bell tower when he 
came to the old church on his return。  He halted there a moment; 
from habit:  and knew that it was growing dark; and that the 
steeple rose above him; indistinct and faint; in the murky air。  He 
knew; too; that the Chimes would ring immediately; and that they 
sounded to his fancy; at such a time; like voices in the clouds。  
But he only made the more haste to deliver the Alderman's letter; 
and get out of the way before they began; for he dreaded to hear 
them tagging 'Friends and Fathers; Friends and Fathers;' to the 
burden they had rung out last。

Toby discharged himself of his commission; therefore; with all 
possible speed; and set off trotting homeward。  But what with his 
pace; which was at best an awkward one in the street; and what with 
his hat; which didn't improve it; he trotted against somebody in 
less than no time; and was sent staggering out into the road。

'I beg your pardon; I'm sure!' said Trotty; pulling up his hat in 
great confusion; and between the hat and the torn lining; fixing 
his head into a kind of bee…hive。  'I hope I haven't hurt you。'

As to hurting anybody; Toby was not such an absolute Samson; but 
that he was much more likely to be hurt himself:  and indeed; he 
had flown out into the road; like a shuttlecock。  He had such an 
opinion of his own strength; however; that he was in real concern 
for the other party:  and said again;

'I hope I haven't hurt you?'

The man against whom he had run; a sun…browned; sinewy; country…
looking man; with grizzled hair; and a rough chin; stared at him 
for a moment; as if he suspected him to be in jest。  But; satisfied 
of his good faith; he answered:

'No; friend。  You have not hurt me。'

'Nor the child; I hope?' said Trotty。

'Nor the child;' returned the man。  'I thank you kindly。'

As he said so; he glanced at a little girl he carried in his arms; 
asleep:  and shading her face with the long end of the poor 
handkerchief he wore about his throat; went slowly on。

The tone in which he said 'I thank you kindly;' penetrated Trotty's 
heart。  He was so jaded and foot…sore; and so soiled with travel; 
and looked about him so forlorn and strange; that it was a comfort 
to him to be able to thank any one:  no matter for how little。  
Toby stood gazing after him as he plodded wearily away; with the 
child's arm clinging round his neck。

At the figure in the worn shoes … now the very shade and ghost of 
shoes … rough leather leggings; common frock; and broad slouched 
hat; Trotty stood gazing; blind to the whole street。  And at the 
child's arm; clinging round its neck。

Before he merged into the darkness the traveller stopped; and 
looking round; and seeing Trotty standing there yet; seemed 
undecided whether to return or go on。  After doing first the one 
and then the other; he came back; and Trotty went half…way to meet 
him。

'You can tell me; perhaps;' said the man with a faint smile; 'and 
if you can I am sure you will; and I'd rather ask you than another 
… where Alderman Cute lives。'

'Close at hand;' replied Toby。  'I'll show you his house with 
pleasure。'

'I was to have gone to him elsewhere to…morrow;' said the man; 
accompanying Toby; 'but I'm uneasy under suspicion; and want to 
clear myself; and to be free to go and seek my bread … I don't know 
where。  So; maybe he'll forgive my going to his house to…night。'

'It's impossible;' cried Toby with a start; 'that your name's 
Fern!'

'Eh!' cried the other; turning on him in astonishment。

'Fern!  Will Fern!' said Trotty。

'That's my name;' replied the other。

'Why then;' said Trotty; seizing him by the arm; and looking 
cautiously round; 'for Heaven's sake don't go to him!  Don't go to 
him!  He'll put you down as sure as ever you were born。  Here! come 
up this alley; and I'll tell you what I mean。  Don't go to HIM。'

His new acquaintance looked as if he thought him mad; but he bore 
him company nevertheless。  When they were shrouded from 
observation; Trotty told him what he knew; and what character he 
had received; and all about it。

The subject of his history listened to it with a calmness that 
surprised him。  He did not contradict or interrupt it; once。  He 
nodded his head now and then … more in corroboration of an old and 
worn…out story; it appeared; than in refutation of it; and once or 
twice threw back his hat; and passed his freckled hand over a brow; 
where every furrow he had ploughed seemed to have set its image in 
little。  But 
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