david copperfield(大卫.科波维尔)-第79节
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indifferent to anyone who is so sensible of his merit； and I am very
glad to see you here； and can assure you that he feels an unusual
friendship for you； and that you may rely on his protection。’
Miss Dartle played backgammon as eagerly as she did
everything else。 If I had seen her； first； at the board； I should have
fancied that her figure had got thin； and her eyes had got large；
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over that pursuit； and no other in the world。 But I am very much
mistaken if she missed a word of this； or lost a look of mine as I
received it with the utmost pleasure； and honoured by Mrs。
Steerforth’s confidence； felt older than I had done since I left
Canterbury。
When the evening was pretty far spent； and a tray of glasses
and decanters came in； Steerforth promised； over the fire； that he
would seriously think of going down into the country with me。
There was no hurry； he said； a week hence would do； and his
mother hospitably said the same。 While we were talking； he more
than once called me Daisy； which brought Miss Dartle out again。
‘But really； Mr。 Copperfield；’ she asked； ‘is it a nickname？ And
why does he give it you？ Is it—eh？—because he thinks you young
and innocent？ I am so stupid in these things。’
I coloured in replying that I believed it was。
‘Oh！’ said Miss Dartle。 ‘Now I am glad to know that！ I ask for
information； and I am glad to know it。 He thinks you young and
innocent； and so you are his friend。 Well； that’s quite delightful！’
She went to bed soon after this； and Mrs。 Steerforth retired too。
Steerforth and I； after lingering for half…an…hour over the fire；
talking about Traddles and all the rest of them at old Salem
House； went upstairs together。 Steerforth’s room was next to
mine； and I went in to look at it。 It was a picture of comfort； full of
easy…chairs； cushions and footstools； worked by his mother’s hand；
and with no sort of thing omitted that could help to render it
complete。 Finally； her handsome features looked down on her
darling from a portrait on the wall； as if it were even something to
her that her likeness should watch him while he slept。
I found the fire burning clear enough in my room by this time；
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and the curtains drawn before the windows and round the bed；
giving it a very snug appearance。 I sat down in a great chair upon
the hearth to meditate on my happiness； and had enjoyed the
contemplation of it for some time； when I found a likeness of Miss
Dartle looking eagerly at me from above the chimney…piece。
It was a startling likeness； and necessarily had a startling look。
The painter hadn’t made the scar； but I made it； and there it was；
coming and going； now confined to the upper lip as I had seen it at
dinner； and now showing the whole extent of the wound inflicted
by the hammer； as I had seen it when she was passionate。
I wondered peevishly why they couldn’t put her anywhere else
instead of quartering her on me。 To get rid of her； I undressed
quickly； extinguished my light； and went to bed。 But； as I fell
asleep； I could not forget that she was still there looking； ‘Is it
really； though？ I want to know’； and when I awoke in the night； I
found that I was uneasily asking all sorts of people in my dreams
whether it really was or not—without knowing what I meant。
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Chapter 21
LITTLE EM’LY
There was a servant in that house； a man who； I
understood； was usually with Steerforth； and had come
into his service at the University； who was in appearance
a pattern of respectability。 I believe there never existed in his
station a more respectable…looking man。 He was taciturn； soft…
footed； very quiet in his manner； deferential； observant； always at
hand when wanted； and never near when not wanted； but his
great claim to consideration was his respectability。 He had not a
pliant face； he had rather a stiff neck； rather a tight smooth head
with short hair clinging to it at the sides； a soft way of speaking；
with a peculiar habit of whispering the letter S so distinctly； that
he seemed to use it oftener than any other man； but every
peculiarity that he had he made respectable。 If his nose had been
upside…down； he would have made that respectable。 He
surrounded himself with an atmosphere of respectability； and
walked secure in it。 It would have been next to impossible to
suspect him of anything wrong； he was so thoroughly respectable。
Nobody could have thought of putting him in a livery； he was so
highly respectable。 To have imposed any derogatory work upon
him； would have been to inflict a wanton insult on the feelings of a
most respectable man。 And of this； I noticed—the women…servants
in the household were so intuitively conscious； that they always
did such work themselves； and generally while he read the paper
by the pantry fire。
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Such a self…contained man I never saw。 But in that quality； as in
every other he possessed； he only seemed to be the more
respectable。 Even the fact that no one knew his Christian name；
seemed to form a part of his respectability。 Nothing could be
objected against his surname； Littimer； by which he was known。
Peter might have been hanged； or Tom transported； but Littimer
was perfectly respectable。
It was occasioned； I suppose； by the reverend nature of
respectability in the abstract； but I felt particularly young in this
man’s presence。 How old he was himself； I could not guess—and
that again went to his credit on the same score； for in the calmness
of respectability he might have numbered fifty years as well as
thirty。
Littimer was in my room in the morning before I was up； to
bring me that reproachful shaving…water； and to put out my
clothes。 When I undrew the curtains and looked out of bed； I saw
him； in an equable temperature of respectability； unaffected by the
east wind of January； and not even breathing frostily； standing my
boots right and left in the first dancing position； and blowing
specks of dust off my coat as he laid it down like a baby。
I gave him good morning； and asked him what o’clock it was。
He took out of his pocket the most respectable hunting…watch I
ever saw； and preventing the spring with his thumb from opening
far； looked in at the face as if he were consulting an oracular
oyster； shut it up again； and said； if I pleased； it was half past eight。
‘Mr。 Steerforth will be glad to hear how you have rested； sir。’
‘Thank you；’ said I； ‘very well indeed。 Is Mr。 Steerforth quite
well？’
‘Thank you； sir； Mr。 Steerforth is tolerably well。’ Another of his
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characteristics—no use of superlatives。 A cool calm medium
always。
‘Is there anything more I can have the honour of doing for you；
sir？ The warning…bell will ring at nine； the family take breakfast at
half past nine。’
‘Nothing； I thank you。’
‘I thank you； sir； if you please’； and with that； and with a little
inclination of his head when he passed the bed…side； as an apology
for correcting me； he went out； shutting the door as delicately as if
I had just fallen into a sweet sleep on which my life depended。
Every morning we held exactly this conversation： never any
more； and never any less： and yet； invariably； however far I might
have been lifted out of myself over…night； and advanced towards
maturer years； by Steerforth’s companionship； or Mrs。
Steerforth’s confidence； or Miss Dartle’s conversation； in the
presence of this most respectable man I became； as our smaller
poets sing； ‘a boy again’。
He got horses for us； and Steerforth； who knew everything；
gave me lessons in riding。 He provided foils for us； and Steerforth
gave me lessons in fencing—gloves； and I began； of the same
master； to improve in boxing。 It gave me no manner of concern
that Steerforth should find me a novice in these sciences； but I
never could bear to show my want of skill before the respectable
Littimer。 I had no reason to believe that Littimer understood such
arts himself； he never led me to suppose anything of the kind； by
so much as the vibration of one of his respectable eyelashes； yet
whenever he was by； while we were practising； I felt myself the
greenest and most inexperienced of mortals。
I am particular about this man； because he made a particular
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effect on me at that time； and because of what took place
thereafter。
The week passed away in a most delightful manner。 It passed
rapidly； as may be supposed； to one entranced as I was； and yet it
gave me so many occasions for knowing Steerforth better； and
admiring him more in a thousand respects； that at its close I
seemed to have been with him for a much longer time。 A dashing
way he had of treating me like a plaything； was more agreeable to
me than any behaviour h
