david copperfield(大卫.科波维尔)-第74节
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and care； in her beautiful look； and there was such a fervent
appeal to me to deal tenderly by him； even in my inmost thoughts；
and to let no harsh construction find any place against him； she
was； at once； so proud of him and devoted to him； yet so
compassionate and sorry； and so reliant upon me to be so； too； that
nothing she could have said would have expressed more to me； or
moved me more。
We were to drink tea at the Doctor’s。 We went there at the usual
hour； and round the study fireside found the Doctor； and his
young wife； and her mother。 The Doctor； who made as much of my
going away as if I were going to China； received me as an
honoured guest； and called for a log of wood to be thrown on the
fire； that he might see the face of his old pupil reddening in the
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blaze。
‘I shall not see many more new faces in Trotwood’s stead；
Wickfield；’ said the Doctor； warming his hands； ‘I am getting lazy；
and want ease。 I shall relinquish all my young people in another
six months； and lead a quieter life。’
‘You have said so； any time these ten years； Doctor；’ Mr。
Wickfield answered。
‘But now I mean to do it；’ returned the Doctor。 ‘My first master
will succeed me—I am in earnest at last—so you’ll soon have to
arrange our contracts； and to bind us firmly to them； like a couple
of knaves。’
‘And to take care；’ said Mr。 Wickfield； ‘that you’re not imposed
on； eh？ As you certainly would be； in any contract you should
make for yourself。 Well！ I am ready。 There are worse tasks than
that； in my calling。’
‘I shall have nothing to think of then；’ said the Doctor； with a
smile； ‘but my Dictionary； and this other contract…bargain—
Annie。’
As Mr。 Wickfield glanced towards her； sitting at the tea table by
Agnes； she seemed to me to avoid his look with such unwonted
hesitation and timidity； that his attention became fixed upon her；
as if something were suggested to his thoughts。
‘There is a post come in from India； I observe；’ he said； after a
short silence。
‘By the by！ and letters from Mr。 Jack Maldon！’ said the Doctor。
‘Indeed！’
‘Poor dear Jack！’ said Mrs。 Markleham； shaking her head。 ‘That
trying climate！—like living； they tell me； on a sand…heap；
underneath a burning…glass！ He looked strong； but he wasn’t。 My
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dear Doctor； it was his spirit； not his constitution； that he ventured
on so boldly。 Annie； my dear； I am sure you must perfectly
recollect that your cousin never was strong—not what can be
called robust； you know；’ said Mrs。 Markleham； with emphasis； and
looking round upon us generally； ‘—from the time when my
daughter and himself were children together； and walking about；
arm…in…arm； the livelong day。’
Annie； thus addressed； made no reply。
‘Do I gather from what you say； ma’am； that Mr。 Maldon is ill？’
asked Mr。 Wickfield。
‘Ill！’ replied the Old Soldier。 ‘My dear sir； he’s all sorts of
things。’
‘Except well？’ said Mr。 Wickfield。
‘Except well； indeed！’ said the Old Soldier。 ‘He has had dreadful
strokes of the sun； no doubt； and jungle fevers and agues； and
every kind of thing you can mention。 As to his liver；’ said the Old
Soldier resignedly； ‘that； of course； he gave up altogether； when he
first went out！’
‘Does he say all this？’ asked Mr。 Wickfield。
‘Say？ My dear sir；’ returned Mrs。 Markleham； shaking her head
and her fan； ‘you little know my poor Jack Maldon when you ask
that question。 Say？ Not he。 You might drag him at the heels of
four wild horses first。’
‘Mama！’ said Mrs。 Strong。
‘Annie； my dear；’ returned her mother； ‘once for all； I must
really beg that you will not interfere with me； unless it is to
confirm what I say。 You know as well as I do that your cousin
Maldon would be dragged at the heels of any number of wild
horses—why should I confine myself to four！ I won’t confine
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myself to four—eight； sixteen； two…and…thirty； rather than say
anything calculated to overturn the Doctor’s plans。’
‘Wickfield’s plans；’ said the Doctor； stroking his face； and
looking penitently at his adviser。 ‘That is to say； our joint plans for
him。 I said myself； abroad or at home。’
‘And I said’ added Mr。 Wickfield gravely； ‘abroad。 I was the
means of sending him abroad。 It’s my responsibility。’
‘Oh！ Responsibility！’ said the Old Soldier。 ‘Everything was done
for the best； my dear Mr。 Wickfield； everything was done for the
kindest and best； we know。 But if the dear fellow can’t live there；
he can’t live there。 And if he can’t live there； he’ll die there； sooner
than he’ll overturn the Doctor’s plans。 I know him；’ said the Old
Soldier； fanning herself； in a sort of calm prophetic agony； ‘and I
know he’ll die there； sooner than he’ll overturn the Doctor’s plans。’
‘Well； well； ma’am；’ said the Doctor cheerfully； ‘I am not bigoted
to my plans； and I can overturn them myself。 I can substitute some
other plans。 If Mr。 Jack Maldon comes home on account of ill
health； he must not be allowed to go back； and we must endeavour
to make some more suitable and fortunate provision for him in
this country。’
Mrs。 Markleham was so overcome by this generous speech—
which； I need not say； she had not at all expected or led up to—
that she could only tell the Doctor it was like himself； and go
several times through that operation of kissing the sticks of her
fan； and then tapping his hand with it。 After which she gently chid
her daughter Annie； for not being more demonstrative when such
kindnesses were showered； for her sake； on her old playfellow； and
entertained us with some particulars concerning other deserving
members of her family； whom it was desirable to set on their
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deserving legs。
All this time； her daughter Annie never once spoke； or lifted up
her eyes。 All this time； Mr。 Wickfield had his glance upon her as
she sat by his own daughter’s side。 It appeared to me that he never
thought of being observed by anyone； but was so intent upon her；
and upon his own thoughts in connexion with her； as to be quite
absorbed。 He now asked what Mr。 Jack Maldon had actually
written in reference to himself； and to whom he had written？
‘Why； here；’ said Mrs。 Markleham； taking a letter from the
chimney…piece above the Doctor’s head； ‘the dear fellow says to
the Doctor himself—where is it？ Oh！—“I am sorry to inform you
that my health is suffering severely； and that I fear I may be
reduced to the necessity of returning home for a time； as the only
hope of restoration。” That’s pretty plain； poor fellow！ His only
hope of restoration！ But Annie’s letter is plainer still。 Annie； show
me that letter again。’
‘Not now； mama；’ she pleaded in a low tone。
‘My dear； you absolutely are； on some subjects； one of the most
ridiculous persons in the world；’ returned her mother； ‘and
perhaps the most unnatural to the claims of your own family。 We
never should have heard of the letter at all； I believe； unless I had
asked for it myself。 Do you call that confidence； my love； towards
Doctor Strong？ I am surprised。 You ought to know better。’
The letter was reluctantly produced； and as I handed it to the
old lady； I saw how the unwilling hand from which I took it；
trembled。
‘Now let us see；’ said Mrs。 Markleham； putting her glass to her
eye； ‘where the passage is。 “The remembrance of old times； my
dearest Annie”—and so forth—it’s not there。 “The amiable old
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Proctor”—who’s he？ Dear me； Annie； how illegibly your cousin
Maldon writes； and how stupid I am！ “Doctor；” of course。 Ah！
amiable indeed！’ Here she left off； to kiss her fan again； and shake
it at the Doctor； who was looking at us in a state of placid
satisfaction。 ‘Now I have found it。 “You may not be surprised to
hear； Annie；”—no； to be sure； knowing that he never was really
strong； what did I say just now？—“that I have undergone so much
in this distant place； as to have decided to leave it at all hazards；
on sick leave； if I can； on total resignation； if that is not to be
obtained。 What I have endured； and do endure here； is
insupportable。” And but for the promptitude of that best of
creatures；’ said Mrs。 Markleham； telegraphing the Doctor as
before； and refolding the letter； ‘it would be insupportable to me to
think of。’
Mr。 Wickfield said not one word； though the old lady looked to
him as if for his commentary on this intelligence； but sat severely
silent； with his eyes fixed on the ground。 Long after the subject
was dismissed； and other topics occupied us； he remained so；
seldom raising his eyes； unless to rest them for a moment； with a
thoughtful frown； upon the Doctor； or his wife； or both。
The Doctor was very fond of music。 Agnes sang wit
