狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第27章Part 08

'So bluff!' cried Mrs Skewton, 'wasn't he? So burly. So truly English. Such a picture, too, he makes, with his dear little peepy eyes, and his benevolent chin!'
'Ah, Ma'am!' said Carker, stopping short; 'but if you speak of pictures, there's a composition! What gallery in the world can produce the counterpart of that?'
As the smiling gentleman thus spake, he pointed through a doorway to where Mr Dombey and Edith were standing alone in the centre of another room.
They were not interchanging a word or a look. Standing together, arm in arm, they had the appearance of being more divided than if seas had rolled between them. There was a difference even in the pride of the two, that removed them farther from each other, than if one had been the proudest and the other the humblest specimen of humanity in all creation. He, self-important, unbending, formal, austere. She, lovely and graceful, in an uncommon degree, but totally regardless of herself and him and everything around, and spurning her own attractions with her haughty brow and lip, as if they were a badge or livery she hated. So unmatched were they, and opposed, so forced and linked together by a chain which adverse hazard and mischance had forged: that fancy might have imagined the pictures on the walls around them, startled by the unnatural conjunction, and observant of it in their several expressions. Grim knights and warriors looked scowling on them. A churchman, with his hand upraised, denounced the mockery of such a couple coming to God's altar. Quiet waters in landscapes, with the sun reflected in their depths, asked, if better means of escape were not at hand, was there no drowning left? Ruins cried, 'Look here, and see what We are, wedded to uncongenial Time!' Animals, opposed by nature, worried one another, as a moral to them. Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.
Nevertheless, Mrs Skewton was so charmed by the sight to which Mr Carker invoked her attention, that she could not refraIn from saying, half aloud, how sweet, how very full of soul it was! Edith, overhearing, looked round, and flushed indignant scarlet to her hair.
'My dearest Edith knows I was admiring her!' said Cleopatra, tapping her, almost timidly, on the back with her parasol. 'Sweet pet!'

“多么直率！”斯丘顿夫人喊道，“是不是？多么魁伟！是个真正的英国人。那可爱的眯缝着的小眼睛和那仁慈的下巴，构成了多么美的一幅肖像啊！”
“啊，夫人！”卡克突然停住，说道，“可是您既然谈到了图画，那您看前面就有一幅！世界上有哪一个画廊能陈列出这样的作品呢？”
这位笑嘻嘻的先生一边说，一边通过门口指着董贝先生和伊迪丝两人正站在另一间房间中间的地方。
他们没有交谈一句话，也没有交换一次眼光。他们胳膊挽着胳膊，但是如果海洋从他们中间滚滚流过，那么他们也不会比他们现在看去那么疏远。甚至他们两人的高傲也各有特色，互不相同，这一点使他们更加格格不入；如果一位是世界上最高傲的人，另一位是世界上最恭顺的人，那么他们也不至于像现在这么遥遥相隔。他，自负不凡，刚强不屈，拘泥呆板，神色严厉。她，非常的可爱和优美，但却把自己、他以及周围的一切全都不放在眼里；她在眉毛和嘴唇中表露的高傲鄙弃着她自己身上所具有的魅力，仿佛它们是她所痛恨的徽章或号衣似的。他们是多么毫不相配，多么相互对立，多么勉强地被一条由不幸的偶然机会的链条连结在一起，因此不难想象，他们四周墙上一幅幅图画都对这不自然的结合感到震惊，都以不同的表情观察着它。严厉的骑士和武士皱着眉头怒视着他们。一位教士举着一只手，宣告来到上帝圣坛前面的这对男女是对宗教的亵渎。风景画中平静的湖水，在深处映照着太阳，问道，“如果没有其他更好逃脱的途径，难道就不能投水自尽吗？”废墟喊道，“请看这里吧，我们和情意相斥的时代结了婚，现在落得了一个什么下场？”生性敌对的动物在相互残杀，好像成了对他们有教训意义的实例。爱神和丘比德惊恐地逃走了，而那些殉难者在他们的画出的灾难历史中并没有遭受过像他们这样的痛苦。
然而，斯丘顿夫人看到了卡克先生引起她注意的图画，是那么销魂动魄，所以她情不自禁地有些大声地说道，这是幅多么可爱、多么充满了心灵的图画啊！伊迪丝听到了，回过头来看看，脸孔愤怒地涨得通红，一直红到头发根。
“我最亲爱的伊迪丝知道我在赞美她呢！”克利奥佩特拉几乎胆怯地用阳伞拍了一下她的背，说道，“我的心肝宝贝！”