狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第35章Part4

'They are as handsome as they can be,' she returned, with haughty carelessness. 'They should be so, of' course. And I suppose they are.'
An expression of scorn was habitual to the proud face, and seemed inseparable from it; but the contempt with which it received any appeal to admiration, respect, or consideration on the ground of his riches, no matter how slight or ordinary in itself, was a new and different expression, unequalled in intensity by any other of which it was capable. Whether Mr Dombey, wrapped in his own greatness, was at all aware of this, or no, there had not been wanting opportunities already for his complete enlightenment; and at that moment it might have been effected by the one glance of the dark eye that lighted on him, after it had rapidly and scornfully surveyed the theme of his self-glorification. He might have read in that one glance that nothing that his wealth could do, though it were increased ten thousand fold, could win him for its own sake, one look of softened recognition from the defiant woman, linked to him, but arrayed with her whole soul against him. He might have read in that one glance that even for its sordid and mercenary influence upon herself, she spurned it, while she claimed its utmost power as her right, her bargain - as the base and worthless recompense for which she had become his wife. He might have read in it that, ever baring her own head for the lightning of her own contempt and pride to strike, the most innocent allusion to the power of his riches degraded her anew, sunk her deeper in her own respect, and made the blight and waste within her more complete.
But dinner was announced, and Mr Dombey led down Cleopatra; Edith and his daughter following. Sweeping past the gold and silver demonstration on the sideboard as if it were heaped-up dirt, and deigning to bestow no look upon the elegancies around her, she took her place at his board for the first time, and sat, like a statue, at the feast.
Mr Dombey, being a good deal in the statue way himself, was well enough pleased to see his handsome wife immovable and proud and cold. Her deportment being always elegant and graceful, this as a general behaviour was agreeable and congenial to him. Presiding, therefore, with his accustomed dignity, and not at all reflecting on his wife by any warmth or hilarity of his own, he performed his share of the honours of the table with a cool satisfaction; and the installation dinner, though not regarded downstairs as a great success, or very promising beginning, passed oil, above, in a sufficiently polite, genteel, and frosty manner.
Soon after tea' Mrs Skewton, who affected to be quite overcome and worn Out by her emotions of happiness, arising in the contemplation of her dear child united to the man of her heart, but who, there is reason to suppose, found this family party somewhat dull, as she yawned for one hour continually behind her fan, retired to bed. Edith, also, silently withdrew and came back' no more. Thus, it happened that Florence, who had been upstairs to have some conversation with Diogenes, returning to the drawing-room with her little work-basket, found no one there but her father, who was walking to and fro, in dreary magnificence.
'I beg your pardon. Shall I go away, Papa?' said Florence faintly, hesitating at the door.
'No,' returned Mr Dombey, looking round over his shoulder; you can come and go here, Florence, as you please. This is not my private room.
Florence entered, and sat down at a distant little table with her work: finding herself for the first time in her life - for the very first time within her memory from her infancy to that hour - alone with her father, as his companion. She, his natural companion, his only child, who in her lonely life and grief had known the suffering of a breaking heart; who, in her rejected love, had never breathed his name to God at night, but with a tearful blessing, heavier on him than a curse; who had prayed to die young, so she might only die in his arms; who had, all through, repaid the agony of slight and coldness, and dislike, with patient unexacting love, excusing him, and pleading for him, like his better angel!

“房屋已经修缮装饰得尽可能漂亮了，”她用高傲的、冷淡的口吻说道，”当然，应当这样。我想，它们现在是这样的。”
轻蔑的表情对这张高傲的脸孔来说是习以为常的，而且似乎是和它分不开的；但是当她得到暗示，要求她对他的财富表示赞慕、尊敬或重视的时候，不论这种暗示是多么轻微，多么寻常，她对这种暗示的轻蔑是一种新的、完全不同的表情；就轻蔑的强度来说，这不是通常的轻蔑表情所能达到的。被自尊自大所蒙蔽的董贝先生不论是不是觉察到这一点，但一直来已有不少机会可以促使他恍然大悟；就在这一个时刻，当那黑眼睛的视线迅速地、轻蔑地对他引以自夸的周围陈设一扫而过之后，落在他身上的时候，它也是可以起到这个作用的。他可以从这匆匆的眼光中理解到：不论他的财富的力量多么大，它即使比现在增大一万倍，那也不能由于财富本身而从这位跟他联结在一起、但却整个心灵都在反对他的高傲的女人那里赢得一次温柔的、感激的眼光。他可以从这匆匆的眼光中理解到：正因为财富在她心中曾经引起那些肮脏的、贪图利益的计算，所以她才鄙弃它，虽然在这同时她要求得到财富所赋予的最大的权力，作为她从事一笔交易所应得到的权利，作为她成为他的妻子的一笔卑鄙的、不足取的报酬。他可以从这匆匆的眼光中理解到：虽然她已把她自己的头听凭她自己的轻蔑与傲慢的雷电去打击，但对他的财富的力量的最没有恶意的暗示，都会重新使她感到屈辱，都会使她在轻视自己的泥潭中陷得更深，都会使她在内心中受到更加彻底的摧残与损害。
但这时仆人前来通报说，晚饭已摆好了；于是董贝先生就领着克利奥佩特拉下楼去，伊迪丝和他的女儿则在后面跟着。她匆匆地走过陈列在食器柜上的金银器皿，仿佛它们是一堆垃圾似的；对于四周奢华的物品她也不屑一顾；她就这样第一次在他的餐桌上就座，像一尊雕像一样坐在筵席前面。
董贝先生本人也很像雕像，因此没有丝毫不满地看到他的漂亮的妻子一动不动、高傲地、冷淡地坐在那里。她的举止总是文雅、优美的，她的这个态度总的来说也是使他感到愉快的，符合他的心意的。因此，他就保持着他向来的尊严充当起餐桌的主人；他本人丝毫没有表现出热情或欢乐，因而也丝毫没有让他的妻子跟着他表现出热情或欢乐；他就这样冷淡地、满意地执行着主人的职责。回家后的这第一顿晚餐--虽然厨房里的仆人们并不认为是很大的成功或是大有希望的开始--就这样十分彬彬有礼、文文雅雅、毫无生气地进行完毕。
茶点用过不久，斯丘顿夫人假装由于想到她亲爱的女儿跟称心的人结婚，过于快乐兴奋，精神感到疲乏；不过我们有理由设想，她也感到这家庭晚间的聚会有些沉闷无趣，因为她整整一个小时都用扇子捂着嘴巴不断地打呵欠；所以她就离开去睡觉了。伊迪丝也悄悄地走出房间，再也没有回来。因此，当先前上楼去跟戴奥吉尼斯谈几句话的弗洛伦斯拿着她的小针线篮子回到客厅的时候，发现那里没有别人，只有她父亲在富丽堂皇、但却冷冷清清的房间中来回踱着方步。
“请原谅。我走开吗，爸爸？”弗洛伦斯迟疑不决地站在门口，轻声地问道。
“不，”董贝先生回过头来，回答道，”你可以随意到这里来，弗洛伦斯。这不是我个人专用的房间。”
弗洛伦斯走进房间，拿着针线活，坐在一张隔开较远的小桌子旁边；她发现这是她平生第一次--根据她的记忆，从她婴儿时代起直到现在，这是第一次--单独和父亲在一起，成为他的伴侣。她是他天生的伴侣和唯一的孩子；她在孤独的生活和悲伤中曾体会到一颗破碎了的心的痛苦；虽然她对他的爱曾遭受到拒绝，可是每天晚上她都含着泪水，念着他的名字向上帝祷告，祈求上帝赐福于他（对他来说，这种含着眼泪的祷告真是比咀咒还要沉重）；她曾经祈求自己在年轻的时候死去，这样可以死在他的怀抱中；她始终如一地用耐性的、不抱奢望的爱来报答他那令人痛苦的轻视、冷淡和嫌恶，并像他的守护神一样宽恕他和为他辩护！