Florence solitary1, and the Midshipman mysterious
Florence lived alone in the great dreary2 house, and day succeeded day, and still she lived alone; and the blank walls looked down upon her with a vacant stare, as if they had a Gorgon-like mind to stare her youth and beauty into stone.
No magic dwelling-place in magic story, shut up in the heart of a thick wood, was ever more solitary and deserted3 to the fancy, than was her father's mansion4 in its grim reality, as it stood lowering on the street: always by night, when lights were shining from neighbouring windows, a blot5 upon its scanty6 brightness; always by day, a frown upon its never-smiling face.
There were not two dragon sentries7 keeping ward8 before the gate of this above, as in magic legend are usually found on duty over the wronged innocence9 imprisoned10; but besides a glowering11 visage, with its thin lips parted wickedly, that surveyed all comers from above the archway of the door, there was a monstrous13 fantasy of rusty14 iron, curling and twisting like a petrifaction15 of an arbour over threshold, budding in spikes16 and corkscrew points, and bearing, one on either side, two ominous17 extinguishers, that seemed to say, 'Who enter here, leave light behind!' There were no talismanic18 characters engraven on the portal, but the house was now so neglected in appearance, that boys chalked the railings and the pavement - particularly round the corner where the side wall was - and drew ghosts on the stable door; and being sometimes driven off by Mr Towlinson, made portraits of him, in return, with his ears growing out horizontally from under his hat. Noise ceased to be, within the shadow of the roof. The brass19 band that came into the street once a week, in the morning, never brayed20 a note in at those windows; but all such company, down to a poor little piping organ of weak intellect, with an imbecile party of automaton21 dancers, waltzing in and out at folding-doors, fell off from it with one accord, and shunned22 it as a hopeless place.
The spell upon it was more wasting than the spell that used to set enchanted23 houses sleeping once upon a time, but left their waking freshness unimpaired. The passive desolation of disuse was everywhere silently manifest about it. Within doors, curtains, drooping24 heavily, lost their old folds and shapes, and hung like cumbrous palls25. Hecatombs of furniture, still piled and covered up, shrunk like imprisoned and forgotten men, and changed insensibly. Mirrors were dim as with the breath of years. Patterns of carpets faded and became perplexed26 and faint, like the memory of those years' trifling27 incidents. Boards, starting at unwonted footsteps, creaked and shook. Keys rusted28 in the locks of doors. Damp started on the walls, and as the stains came out, the pictures seemed to go in and secrete29 themselves. Mildew30 and mould began to lurk31 in closets. Fungus32 trees grew in corners of the cellars. Dust accumulated, nobody knew whence nor how; spiders, moths33, and grubs were heard of every day. An exploratory blackbeetle now and then was found immovable upon the stairs, or in an upper room, as wondering how he got there. Rats began to squeak34 and scuffle in the night time, through dark galleries they mined behind the panelling.
The dreary magnificence of the state rooms, seen imperfectly by the doubtful light admitted through closed shutters36, would have answered well enough for an enchanted abode37. Such as the tarnished38 paws of gilded39 lions, stealthily put out from beneath their wrappers; the marble lineaments of busts40 on pedestals, fearfully revealing themselves through veils; the clocks that never told the time, or, if wound up by any chance, told it wrong, and struck unearthly numbers, which are not upon the dial; the accidental tinklings among the pendant lustres, more startling than alarm-bells; the softened41 sounds and laggard42 air that made their way among these objects, and a phantom43 crowd of others, shrouded44 and hooded45, and made spectral46 of shape. But, besides, there was the great staircase, where the lord of the place so rarely set his foot, and by which his little child had gone up to Heaven. There were other staircases and passages where no one went for weeks together; there were two closed rooms associated with dead members of the family, and with whispered recollections of them; and to all the house but Florence, there was a gentle figure moving through the solitude47 and gloom, that gave to every lifeless thing a touch of present human interest and wonder,
For Florence lived alone in the deserted house, and day succeeded day, and still she lived alone, and the cold walls looked down upon her with a vacant stare, as if they had a Gorgon-like mind to stare her youth and beauty into stone
The grass began to grow upon the roof, and in the crevices48 of the basement paving. A scaly49 crumbling50 vegetation sprouted51 round the window-sills. Fragments of mortar52 lost their hold upon the insides of the unused chimneys, and came dropping down. The two trees with the smoky trunks were blighted53 high up, and the withered54 branches domineered above the leaves, Through the whole building white had turned yellow, yellow nearly black; and since the time when the poor lady died, it had slowly become a dark gap in the long monotonous55 street.
But Florence bloomed there, like the king's fair daughter in the story. Her books, her music, and her daily teachers, were her only real companions, Susan Nipper and Diogenes excepted: of whom the former, in her attendance on the studies of her young mistress, began to grow quite learned herself, while the latter, softened possibly by the same influences, would lay his head upon the window-ledge, and placidly56 open and shut his eyes upon the street, all through a summer morning; sometimes pricking57 up his head to look with great significance after some noisy dog in a cart, who was barking his way along, and sometimes, with an exasperated58 and unaccountable recollection of his supposed enemy in the neighbourhood, rushing to the door, whence, after a deafening59 disturbance60, he would come jogging back with a ridiculous complacency that belonged to him, and lay his jaw61 upon the window-ledge again, with the air of a dog who had done a public service.
So Florence lived in her wilderness62 of a home, within the circle of her innocent pursuits and thoughts, and nothing harmed her. She could go down to her father's rooms now, and think of him, and suffer her loving heart humbly63 to approach him, without fear of repulse64. She could look upon the objects that had surrounded him in his sorrow, and could nestle near his chair, and not dread65 the glance that she so well remembered. She could render him such little tokens of her duty and service' as putting everything in order for him with her own hands, binding66 little nosegays for table, changing them as one by one they withered and he did not come back, preparing something for him every' day, and leaving some timid mark of her presence near his usual seat. To-day, it was a little painted stand for his watch; tomorrow she would be afraid to leave it, and would substitute some other trifle of her making not so likely to attract his eye. Waking in the night, perhaps, she would tremble at the thought of his coming home and angrily rejecting it, and would hurry down with slippered67 feet and quickly beating heart, and bring it away. At another time, she would only lay her face upon his desk, and leave a kiss there, and a tear.
Still no one knew of this. Unless the household found it out when she was not there - and they all held Mr Dombey's rooms in awe68 - it was as deep a secret in her breast as what had gone before it. Florence stole into those rooms at twilight69, early in the morning, and at times when meals were served downstairs. And although they were in every nook the better and the brighter for her care, she entered and passed out as quietly as any sunbeam, opting70 that she left her light behind.
Shadowy company attended Florence up and down the echoing house, and sat with her in the dismantled71 rooms. As if her life were an enchanted vision, there arose out of her solitude ministering thoughts, that made it fanciful and unreal. She imagined so often what her life would have been if her father could have loved her and she had been a favourite child, that sometimes, for the moment, she almost believed it was so, and, borne on by the current of that pensive72 fiction, seemed to remember how they had watched her brother in his grave together; how they had freely shared his heart between them; how they were united in the dear remembrance of him; how they often spoke73 about him yet; and her kind father, looking at her gently, told her of their common hope and trust in God. At other times she pictured to herself her mother yet alive. And oh the happiness of falling on her neck, and clinging to her with the love and confidence of all her soul! And oh the desolation of the solitary house again, with evening coming on, and no one there!
But there was one thought, scarcely shaped out to herself, yet fervent75 and strong within her, that upheld Florence when she strove and filled her true young heart, so sorely tried, with constancy of purpose. Into her mind, as 'into all others contending with the great affliction of our mortal nature, there had stolen solemn wonderings and hopes, arising in the dim world beyond the present life, and murmuring, like faint music, of recognition in the far-off land between her brother and her mother: of some present consciousness in both of her: some love and commiseration76 for her: and some knowledge of her as she went her way upon the earth. It was a soothing77 consolation78 to Florence to give shelter to these thoughts, until one day - it was soon after she had last seen her father in his own room, late at night - the fancy came upon her, that, in weeping for his alienated79 heart, she might stir the spirits of the dead against him' Wild, weak, childish, as it may have been to think so, and to tremble at the half-formed thought, it was the impulse of her loving nature; and from that hour Florence strove against the cruel wound in her breast, and tried to think of him whose hand had made it, only with hope.
Her father did not know - she held to it from that time - how much she loved him. She was very young, and had no mother, and had never learned, by some fault or misfortune, how to express to him that she loved him. She would be patient, and would try to gain that art in time, and win him to a better knowledge of his only child.
This became the purpose of her life. The morning sun shone down upon the faded house, and found the resolution bright and fresh within the bosom80 of its solitary mistress, Through all the duties of the day, it animated81 her; for Florence hoped that the more she knew, and the more accomplished82 she became, the more glad he would be when he came to know and like her. Sometimes she wondered, with a swelling83 heart and rising tear, whether she was proficient84 enough in anything to surprise him when they should become companions. Sometimes she tried to think if there were any kind of knowledge that would bespeak85 his interest more readily than another. Always: at her books, her music, and her work: in her morning walks, and in her nightly prayers: she had her engrossing86 aim in view. Strange study for a child, to learn the road to a hard parent's heart!
There were many careless loungers through the street, as the summer evening deepened into night, who glanced across the road at the sombre house, and saw the youthful figure at the window, such a contrast to it, looking upward at the stars as they began to shine, who would have slept the worse if they had known on what design she mused87 so steady. The reputation of the mansion as a haunted house, would not have been the gayer with some humble88 dwellers89 elsewhere, who were struck by its external gloom in passing and repassing on their daily avocations90, and so named it, if they could have read its story in the darkening face. But Florence held her sacred purpose, unsuspected and unaided: and studied only how to bring her father to the understanding that she loved him, and made no appeal against him in any wandering thought.
Thus Florence lived alone in the deserted house, and day succeeded day, and still she lived alone, and the monotonous walls looked down upon her with a stare, as if they had a Gorgon-like intent to stare her youth and beauty into stone.
Susan Nipper stood opposite to her young mistress one morning, as she folded and sealed a note she had been writing: and showed in her looks an approving knowledge of its contents.
'Better late than never, dear Miss Floy,' said Susan, 'and I do say, that even a visit to them old Skettleses will be a Godsend.'
'It is very good of Sir Barnet and Lady Skettles, Susan,' returned Florence, with a mild correction of that young lady's familiar mention of the family in question, 'to repeat their invitation so kindly92.'
Miss Nipper, who was perhaps the most thoroughgoing partisan93 on the face of the earth, and who carried her partisanship94 into all matters great or small, and perpetually waged war with it against society, screwed up her lips and shook her head, as a protest against any recognition of disinterestedness96 in the Skettleses, and a plea in bar that they would have valuable consideration for their kindness, in the company of Florence.
'They know what they're about, if ever people did,' murmured Miss Nipper, drawing in her breath 'oh! trust them Skettleses for that!'
'I am not very anxious to go to Fulham, Susan, I confess,' said Florence thoughtfully: 'but it will be right to go. I think it will be better.'
'Much better,' interposed Susan, with another emphatic97 shake of her head.
'And so,' said Florence, 'though I would prefer to have gone when there was no one there, instead of in this vacation time, when it seems there are some young people staying in the house, I have thankfully said yes.'
'For which I say, Miss Floy, Oh be joyful98!' returned Susan, 'Ah!
This last ejaculation, with which Miss Nipper frequently wound up a sentence, at about that epoch99 of time, was supposed below the level of the hall to have a general reference to Mr Dombey, and to be expressive100 of a yearning101 in Miss Nipper to favour that gentleman with a piece of her mind. But she never explained it; and it had, in consequence, the charm of mystery, in addition to the advantage of the sharpest expression.
'How long it is before we have any news of Walter, Susan!' observed Florence, after a moment's silence.
'Long indeed, Miss Floy!' replied her maid. 'And Perch102 said, when he came just now to see for letters - but what signifies what he says!' exclaimed Susan, reddening and breaking off. 'Much he knows about it!'
Florence raised her eyes quickly, and a flush overspread her face.
'If I hadn't,' said Susan Nipper, evidently struggling with some latent anxiety and alarm, and looking full at her young mistress, while endeavouring to work herself into a state of resentment103 with the unoffending Mr Perch's image, 'if I hadn't more manliness104 than that insipidest of his sex, I'd never take pride in my hair again, but turn it up behind my ears, and wear coarse caps, without a bit of border, until death released me from my insignificance105. I may not be a Amazon, Miss Floy, and wouldn't so demean myself by such disfigurement, but anyways I'm not a giver up, I hope'
'Give up! What?' cried Florence, with a face of terror.
'Why, nothing, Miss,' said Susan. 'Good gracious, nothing! It's only that wet curl-paper of a man, Perch, that anyone might almost make away with, with a touch, and really it would be a blessed event for all parties if someone would take pity on him, and would have the goodness!'
'Does he give up the ship, Susan?' inquired Florence, very pale.
'No, Miss,' returned Susan, 'I should like to see' him make so bold as do it to my face! No, Miss, but he goes 'on about some bothering ginger106 that Mr Walter was to send to Mrs Perch, and shakes his dismal107 head, and says he hopes it may be coming; anyhow, he says, it can't come now in time for the intended occasion, but may do for next, which really,' said Miss Nipper, with aggravated108 scorn, 'puts me out of patience with the man, for though I can bear a great deal, I am not a camel, neither am I,' added Susan, after a moment's consideration, 'if I know myself, a dromedary neither.'
'What else does he say, Susan?' inquired Florence, earnestly. 'Won't you tell me?'
'As if I wouldn't tell you anything, Miss Floy, and everything!' said Susan. 'Why, nothing Miss, he says that there begins to be a general talk about the ship, and that they have never had a ship on that voyage half so long unheard of, and that the Captain's wife was at the office yesterday, and seemed a little put out about it, but anyone could say that, we knew nearly that before.'
'I must visit Walter's uncle,' said Florence, hurriedly, 'before I leave home. I will go and see him this morning. Let us walk there, directly, Susan.
Miss Nipper having nothing to urge against the proposal, but being perfectly35 acquiescent109, they were soon equipped, and in the streets, and on their way towards the little Midshipman.
The state of mind in which poor Walter had gone to Captain Cuttle's, on the day when Brogley the broker110 came into possession, and when there seemed to him to be an execution in the very steeples, was pretty much the same as that in which Florence now took her way to Uncle Sol's; with this difference, that Florence suffered the added pain of thinking that she had been, perhaps, the innocent occasion of involving Walter in peril111, and all to whom he was dear, herself included, in an agony of suspense112. For the rest, uncertainty113 and danger seemed written upon everything. The weathercocks on spires114 and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed115, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas, where fragments of great wrecks116 were drifting, perhaps, and helpless men were rocked upon them into a sleep as deep as the unfathomable waters. When Florence came into the City, and passed gentlemen who were talking together, she dreaded117 to hear them speaking of the ship, an'd saying it was lost. Pictures and prints of vessels118 fighting with the rolling waves filled her with alarm. The smoke and clouds, though moving gently, moved too fast for her apprehensions120, and made her fear there was a tempest blowing at that moment on the ocean.
Susan Nipper may or may not have been affected122 similarly, but having her attention much engaged in struggles with boys, whenever there was any press of people - for, between that grade of human kind and herself, there was some natural animosity that invariably broke out, whenever they came together - it would seem that she had not much leisure on the road for intellectual operations,
Arriving in good time abreast123 of the wooden Midshipman on the opposite side of the way, and waiting for an opportunity to cross the street, they were a little surprised at first to see, at the Instrument-maker's door, a round-headed lad, with his chubby124 face addressed towards the sky, who, as they looked at him, suddenly thrust into his capacious mouth two fingers of each hand, and with the assistance of that machinery125 whistled, with astonishing shrillness126, to some pigeons at a considerable elevation127 in the air.
'Mrs Richards's eldest128, Miss!' said Susan, 'and the worrit of Mrs Richards's life!'
As Polly had been to tell Florence of the resuscitated129 prospects131 of her son and heir, Florence was prepared for the meeting: so, a favourable132 moment presenting itself, they both hastened across, without any further contemplation of Mrs Richards's bane' That sporting character, unconscious of their approach, again whistled with his utmost might, and then yelled in a rapture133 of excitement, 'Strays! Whip! Strays!' which identification had such an effect upon the conscience-stricken pigeons, that instead of going direct to some town in the North of England, as appeared to have been their original intention, they began to wheel and falter134; whereupon Mrs Richards's first born pierced them with another whistle, and again yelled, in a voice that rose above the turmoil135 of the street, 'Strays! Who~oop! Strays!'
From this transport, he was abruptly136 recalled to terrestrial objects, by a poke74 from Miss Nipper, which sent him into the shop,
'Is this the way you show your penitence137, when Mrs Richards has been fretting138 for you months and months?' said Susan, following the poke. 'Where's Mr Gills?'
Rob, who smoothed his first rebellious139 glance at Miss Nipper when he saw Florence following, put his knuckles140 to his hair, in honour of the latter, and said to the former, that Mr Gills was out'
Fetch him home,' said Miss Nipper, with authority, 'and say that my young lady's here.'
'I don't know where he's gone,' said Rob.
'Is that your penitence?' cried Susan, with stinging sharpness.
'Why how can I go and fetch him when I don't know where to go?' whimpered the baited Rob. 'How can you be so unreasonable141?'
'Did Mr Gills say when he should be home?' asked Florence.
'Yes, Miss,' replied Rob, with another application of his knuckles to his hair. 'He said he should be home early in the afternoon; in about a couple of hours from now, Miss.'
'Is he very anxious about his nephew?' inquired Susan.
'Yes, Miss,' returned Rob, preferring to address himself to Florence and slighting Nipper; 'I should say he was, very much so. He ain't indoors, Miss, not a quarter of an hour together. He can't settle in one place five minutes. He goes about, like a - just like a stray,' said Rob, stooping to get a glimpse of the pigeons through the window, and checking himself, with his fingers half-way to his mouth, on the verge142 of another whistle.
'Do you know a friend of Mr Gills, called Captain Cuttle?' inquired Florence, after a moment's reflection.
'Him with a hook, Miss?' rejoined Rob, with an illustrative twist of his left hand. Yes, Miss. He was here the day before yesterday.'
'Has he not been here since?' asked Susan.
'No, Miss,' returned Rob, still addressing his reply to Florence.
'Perhaps Walter's Uncle has gone there, Susan,' observed Florence, turning to her.
'To Captain Cuttle's, Miss?' interposed Rob; 'no, he's not gone there, Miss. Because he left particular word that if Captain Cuttle called, I should tell him how surprised he was, not to have seen him yesterday, and should make him stop till he came back'
'Do you know where Captain Cuttle lives?' asked Florence.
Rob replied in the affirmative, and turning to a greasy143 parchment book on the shop desk, read the address aloud.
Florence again turned to her maid and took counsel with her in a low voice, while Rob the round-eyed, mindful of his patron's secret charge, looked on and listened. Florence proposed that they kould go to Captain Cuttle's house; hear from his own lips, what he thought of the absence of any tidings ofthe Son and Heir; and bring him, if they could, to comfort Uncle Sol. Susan at first objected slightly, on the score of distance; but a hackney-coach being mentioned by her mistress, withdrew that opposition144, and gave in her assent145. There were some minutes of discussion between them before they came to this conclusion, during which the staring Rob paid close attention to both speakers, and inclined his ear to each by turns, as if he were appointed arbitrator of the argument.
In time, Rob was despatched for a coach, the visitors keeping shop meanwhile; and when he brought it, they got into it, leaving word for Uncle Sol that they would be sure to call again, on their way back. Rob having stared after the coach until it was as invisible as the pigeons had now become, sat down behind the desk with a most assiduous demeanour; and in order that he might forget nothing of what had transpired146, made notes of it on various small scraps147 of paper, with a vast expenditure148 of ink. There was no danger of these documents betraying anything, if accidentally lost; for long before a word was dry, it became as profound a mystery to Rob, as if he had had no part whatever in its production.
While he was yet busy with these labours, the hackney-coach, after encountering unheard-of difficulties from swivel-bridges, soft roads, impassable canals, caravans149 of casks, settlements of scarlet-beans and little wash-houses, and many such obstacles abounding150 in that country, stopped at the corner of Brig Place. Alighting here, Florence and Susan Nipper walked down the street, and sought out the abode of Captain Cuttle.
It happened by evil chance to be one of Mrs MacStinger's great cleaning days. On these occasions, Mrs MacStinger was knocked up by the policeman at a quarter before three in the morning, and rarely such before twelve o'clock next night. The chief object of this institution appeared to be, that Mrs MacStinger should move all the furniture into the back garden at early dawn, walk about the house in pattens all day, and move the furniture back again after dark. These ceremonies greatly fluttered those doves the young MacStingers, who were not only unable at such times to find any resting-place for the soles of their feet, but generally came in for a good deal of pecking from the maternal151 bird during the progress of the solemnities.
At the moment when Florence and Susan Nipper presented themselves at Mrs MacStinger's door, that worthy152 but redoubtable153 female was in the act of conveying Alexander MacStinger, aged95 two years and three months, along the passage, for forcible deposition154 in a sitting posture155 on the street pavement: Alexander being black in the face with holding his breath after punishment, and a cool paving-stone being usually found to act as a powerful restorative in such cases.
The feelings of Mrs MacStinger, as a woman and a mother, were outraged156 by the look of pity for Alexander which she observed on Florence's face. Therefore, Mrs MacStinger asserting those finest emotions of our nature, in preference to weakly gratifying her curiosity, shook and buffeted157 Alexander both before and during the application of the paving-stone, and took no further notice of the strangers.
'I beg your pardon, Ma'am,' said Florence, when the child had found his breath again, and was using it. 'Is this Captain Cuttle's house?'
'No,' said Mrs MacStinger.
'Not Number Nine?' asked Florence, hesitating.
'Who said it wasn't Number Nine?' said Mrs MacStinger.
Susan Nipper instantly struck in, and begged to inquire what Mrs MacStinger meant by that, and if she knew whom she was talking to.
Mrs MacStinger in retort, looked at her all over. 'What do you want with Captain Cuttle, I should wish to know?' said Mrs MacStinger.
'Should you? Then I'm sorry that you won't be satisfied,' returned Miss Nipper.
'Hush158, Susan! If you please!' said Florence. 'Perhaps you can have the goodness to tell us where Captain Cutlle lives, Ma'am as he don't live here.'
'Who says he don't live here?' retorted the implacable MacStinger. 'I said it wasn't Cap'en Cuttle's house - and it ain't his house -and forbid it, that it ever should be his house - for Cap'en Cuttle don't know how to keep a house - and don't deserve to have a house - it's my house - and when I let the upper floor to Cap'en Cuttle, oh I do a thankless thing, and cast pearls before swine!'
Mrs MacStinger pitched her voice for the upper windows in offering these remarks, and cracked off each clause sharply by itself as if from a rifle possessing an infinity159 of barrels. After the last shot, the Captain's voice was heard to say, in feeble remonstrance160 from his own room, 'Steady below!'
'Since you want Cap'en Cuttle, there he is!' said Mrs MacStinger, with an angry motion of her hand. On Florence making bold to enter, without any more parley161, and on Susan following, Mrs MacStinger recommenced her pedestrian exercise in pattens, and Alexander MacStinger (still on the paving-stone), who had stopped in his crying to attend to the conversation, began to wail162 again, entertaining himself during that dismal performance, which was quite mechanical, with a general survey of the prospect130, terminating in the hackney-coach.
The Captain in his own apartment was sitting with his hands in his pockets and his legs drawn163 up under his chair, on a very small desolate164 island, lying about midway in an ocean of soap and water. The Captain's windows had been cleaned, the walls had been cleaned, the stove had been cleaned, and everything the stove excepted, was wet, and shining with soft soap and sand: the smell of which dry-saltery impregnated the air. In the midst of the dreary scene, the Captain, cast away upon his island, looked round on the waste of waters with a rueful countenance165, and seemed waiting for some friendly bark to come that way, and take him off.
But when the Captain, directing his forlorn visage towards the door, saw Florence appear with her maid, no words can describe his astonishment166. Mrs MacStinger's eloquence167 having rendered all other sounds but imperfectly distinguishable, he had looked for no rarer visitor than the potboy or the milkman; wherefore, when Florence appeared, and coming to the confines of the island, put her hand in his, the Captain stood up, aghast, as if he supposed her, for the moment, to be some young member of the Flying Dutchman's family.'
Instantly recovering his self-possession, however, the Captain's first care was to place her on dry land, which he happily accomplished, with one motion of his arm. Issuing forth168, then, upon the main, Captain Cuttle took Miss Nipper round the waist, and bore her to the island also. Captain Cuttle, then, with great respect and admiration169, raised the hand of Florence to his lips, and standing91 off a little(for the island was not large enough for three), beamed on her from the soap and water like a new description of Triton.
'You are amazed to see us, I am sure,'said Florence, with a smile.
The inexpressibly gratified Captain kissed his hook in reply, and growled170, as if a choice and delicate compliment were included in the words, 'Stand by! Stand by!'
'But I couldn't rest,' said Florence, 'without coming to ask you what you think about dear Walter - who is my brother now- and whether there is anything to fear, and whether you will not go and console his poor Uncle every day, until we have some intelligence of him?'
At these words Captain Cuttle, as by an involuntary gesture, clapped his hand to his head, on which the hard glazed171 hat was not, and looked discomfited172.
'Have you any fears for Walter's safety?' inquired Florence, from whose face the Captain (so enraptured173 he was with it) could not take his eyes: while she, in her turn, looked earnestly at him, to be assured of the sincerity174 of his reply.
'No, Heart's-delight,' said Captain Cuttle, 'I am not afeard. Wal'r is a lad as'll go through a deal o' hard weather. Wal'r is a lad as'll bring as much success to that 'ere brig as a lad is capable on. Wal'r,' said the Captain, his eyes glistening175 with the praise of his young friend, and his hook raised to announce a beautiful quotation176, 'is what you may call a out'ard and visible sign of an in'ard and spirited grasp, and when found make a note of.'
Florence, who did not quite understand this, though the Captain evidentllty thought it full of meaning, and highly satisfactory, mildly looked to him for something more.
'I am not afeard, my Heart's-delight,' resumed the Captain, 'There's been most uncommon177 bad weather in them latitudes178, there's no denyin', and they have drove and drove and been beat off, may be t'other side the world. But the ship's a good ship, and the lad's a good lad; and it ain't easy, thank the Lord,' the Captain made a little bow, 'to break up hearts of oak, whether they're in brigs or buzzums. Here we have 'em both ways, which is bringing it up with a round turn, and so I ain't a bit afeard as yet.'
'As yet?' repeated Florence.
'Not a bit,' returned the Captain, kissing his iron hand; 'and afore I begin to be, my Hearts-delight, Wal'r will have wrote home from the island, or from some port or another, and made all taut179 and shipsahape'And with regard to old Sol Gills, here the Captain became solemn, 'who I'll stand by, and not desert until death do us part, and when the stormy winds do blow, do blow, do blow - overhaul180 the Catechism,' said the Captain parenthetically, 'and there you'll find them expressions - if it would console Sol Gills to have the opinion of a seafaring man as has got a mind equal to any undertaking181 that he puts it alongside of, and as was all but smashed in his'prenticeship, and of which the name is Bunsby, that 'ere man shall give him such an opinion in his own parlour as'll stun182 him. Ah!' said Captain Cuttle, vauntingly, 'as much as if he'd gone and knocked his head again a door!'
'Let us take this ~gentleman to see him, and let us hear what he says,' cried Florence. 'Will you go with us now? We have a coach here.'
Again the Captain clapped his hand to his head, on which the hard glazed hat was not, and looked discomfited. But at this instant a most remarkable183 phenomenon occurred. The door opening, without any note of preparation, and apparently184 of itself, the hard glazed hat in question skimmed into the room like a bird, and alighted heavily at the Captain's feet. The door then shut as violently as it had opened, and nothIng ensued in explanation of the prodigy185.
Captain Cuttle picked up his hat, and having turned it over with a look of interest and welcome, began to polish it on his sleeve' While doing so, the Captain eyed his visitors intently, and said in a low voice
'You see I should have bore down on Sol Gills yesterday, and this morning, but she - she took it away and kep it. That's the long and short ofthe subject.'
'Who did, for goodness sake?' asked Susan Nipper.
'The lady of the house, my dear,'returned the Captain, in a gruff whisper, and making signals of secrecy186.'We had some words about the swabbing of these here planks187, and she - In short,' said the Captain, eyeing the door, and relieving himself with a long breath, 'she stopped my liberty.'
'Oh! I wish she had me to deal with!' said Susan, reddening with the energy of the wish. 'I'd stop her!'
'Would you, do you, my dear?' rejoined the Captain, shaking his head doubtfully, but regarding the desperate courage of the fair aspirant189 with obvious admiration. 'I don't know. It's difficult navigation. She's very hard to carry on with, my dear. You never can tell how she'll head, you see. She's full one minute, and round upon you next. And when she in a tartar,' said the Captain, with the perspiration190 breaking out upon his forehead. There was nothing but a whistle emphatic enough for the conclusion of the sentence, so the Captain whistled tremulously. After which he again shook his head, and recurring191 to his admiration of Miss Nipper's devoted192 bravery, timidly repeated, 'Would you, do you think, my dear?'
Susan only replied with a bridling193 smile, but that was so very full of defiance194, that there is no knowing how long Captain Cuttle might have stood entranced in its contemplation, if Florence in her anxiety had not again proposed their immediately resorting to the oracular Bunsby. Thus reminded of his duty, Captain Cuttle Put on the glazed hat firmly, took up another knobby stick, with which he had supplied the place of that one given to Walter, and offering his arm to Florence, prepared to cut his way through the enemy.
It turned out, however, that Mrs MacStinger had already changed her course, and that she headed, as the Captain had remarked she often did, in quite a new direction. For when they got downstairs, they found that exemplary woman beating the mats on the doorsteps, with Alexander, still upon the paving-stone, dimly looming195 through a fog of dust; and so absorbed was Mrs MacStinger in her household occupation, that when Captain Cuttle and his visitors passed, she beat the harder, and neither by word nor gesture showed any consciousness of their vicinity. The Captain was so well pleased with this easy escape - although the effect of the door-mats on him was like a copious196 administration of snuff, and made him sneeze until the tears ran down his face - that he could hardly believe his good fortune; but more than once, between the door and the hackney-coach, looked over his shoulder, with an obvious apprehension121 of Mrs MacStinger's giving chase yet.
However, they got to the corner of Brig Place without any molestation197 from that terrible fire-ship; and the Captain mounting the coach-box - for his gallantry would not allow him to ride inside with the ladies, though besought199 to do so - piloted the driver on his course for Captain Bunsby's vessel119, which was called the Cautious Clara, and was lying hard by Ratcliffe.
Arrived at the wharf200 off which this great commander's ship was jammed in among some five hundred companions, whose tangled201 rigging looked like monstrous cobwebs half swept down, Captain Cuttle appeared at the coach-window, and invited Florence and Miss Nipper to accompany him on board; observing that Bunsby was to the last degree soft-hearted in respect of ladies, and that nothing would so much tend to bring his expansive intellect into a state of harmony as their presentation to the Cautious Clara.
Florence readily consented; and the Captain, taking her little hand in his prodigious202 palm, led her, with a mixed expression of patronage203, paternity, pride, and ceremony, that was pleasant to see, over several very dirty decks, until, coming to the Clara, they found that cautious craft (which lay outside the tier) with her gangway removed, and half-a-dozen feet of river interposed between herself and her nearest neighbour. It appeared, from Captain Cuttle's explanation, that the great Bunsby, like himself, was cruelly treated by his landlady204, and that when her usage of him for the time being was so hard that he could bear it no longer, he set this gulf205 between them as a last resource.
'Clara a-hoy!' cried the Captain, putting a hand to each side of his mouth.
'A-hoy!' cried a boy, like the Captain's echo, tumbling up from below.
'Bunsby aboard?' cried the Captain, hailing the boy in a stentorian206 voice, as if he were half-a-mile off instead of two yards.
'Ay, ay!' cried the boy, in the same tone.
The boy then shoved out a plank188 to Captain Cuttle, who adjusted it carefully, and led Florence across: returning presently for Miss Nipper. So they stood upon the deck of the Cautious Clara, in whose standing rigging, divers207 fluttering articles of dress were curing, in company with a few tongues and some mackerel.
Immediately there appeared, coming slowly up above the bulk-head of the cabin, another bulk-head 'human, and very large - with one stationary208 eye in the mahogany face, and one revolving209 one, on the principle of some lighthouses. This head was decorated with shaggy hair, like oakum,' which had no governing inclination210 towards the north, east, west, or south, but inclined to all four quarters of the compass, and to every point upon it. The head was followed by a perfect desert of chin, and by a shirt-collar and neckerchief, and by a dreadnought pilot-coat, and by a pair of dreadnought pilot-trousers, whereof the waistband was so very broad and high, that it became a succedaneum for a waistcoat: being ornamented211 near the wearer's breastbone with some massive wooden buttons, like backgammon men. As the lower portions of these pantaloons became revealed, Bunsby stood confessed; his hands in their pockets, which were of vast size; and his gaze directed, not to Captain Cuttle or the ladies, but the mast-head.
The profound appearance of this philosopher, who was bulky and strong, and on whose extremely red face an expression of taciturnity sat enthroned, not inconsistent with his character, in which that quality was proudly conspicuous212, almost daunted213 Captain Cuttle, though on familiar terms with him. Whispering to Florence that Bunsby had never in his life expressed surprise, and was considered not to know what it meant, the Captain watched him as he eyed his mast-head, and afterwards swept the horizon; and when the revolving eye seemed to be coming round in his direction, said:
'Bunsby, my lad, how fares it?'
A deep, gruff, husky utterance214, which seemed to have no connexion with Bunsby, and certainly had not the least effect upon his face, replied, 'Ay, ay, shipmet, how goes it?' At the same time Bunsby's right hand and arm, emerging from a pocket, shook the Captain's, and went back again.
'Bunsby,' said the Captain, striking home at once, 'here you are; a man of mind, and a man as can give an opinion. Here's a young lady as wants to take that opinion, in regard of my friend Wal'r; likewise my t'other friend, Sol Gills, which is a character for you to come within hail of, being a man of science, which is the mother of inwention, and knows no law. Bunsby, will you wear, to oblige me, and come along with us?'
The great commander, who seemed by expression of his visage to be always on the look-out for something in the extremest distance' and to have no ocular knowledge of any anng' within ten miles, made no reply whatever.
'Here is a man,' said the Captain, addressing himself to his fair auditors215, and indicating the commander with his outstretched hook, 'that has fell down, more than any man alive; that has had more accidents happen to his own self than the Seamen's Hospital to all hands; that took as many spars and bars and bolts about the outside of his head when he was young, as you'd want a order for on Chatham-yard to build a pleasure yacht with; and yet that his opinions in that way, it's my belief, for there ain't nothing like 'em afloat or ashore216.'
The stolid217 commander appeared by a very slight vibration218 in his elbows, to express some satisfitction in this encomium219; but if his face had been as distant as his gaze was, it could hardIy have enlightened the beholders less in reference to anything that was passing in his thoughts.
'Shipmate,' said Bunsby, all of a sudden, and stooping down to look out under some interposing spar, 'what'll the ladies drink?'
Captain Cuttle, whose delicacy220 was shocked by such an inquiry221 in connection with Florence, drew the sage12 aside, and seeming to explain in his ear, accompanied him below; where, that he might not take offence, the Captain drank a dram himself' which Florence and Susan, glancing down the open skylight, saw the sage, with difficulty finding room for himself between his berth222 and a very little brass fireplace, serve out for self and friend. They soon reappeared on deck, and Captain Cuttle, triumphing in the success of his enterprise, conducted Florence back to the coach, while Bunsby followed, escorting Miss Nipper, whom he hugged upon the way (much to that young lady's indignation) with his pilot-coated arm, like a blue bear.
The Captain put his oracle223 inside, and gloried so much in having secured him, and having got that mind into a hackney-coach, that he could not refrain from often peeping in at Florence through the little window behind the driver, and testifiing his delight in smiles, and also in taps upon his forehead, to hint to her that the brain of Bunsby was hard at it' In the meantime, Bunsby, still hugging Miss Nipper (for his friend, the Captain, had not exaggerated the softness of his heart), uniformily preserved his gravity of deportment, and showed no other consciousness of her or anything.
Uncle Sol, who had come home, received them at the door, and ushered224 them immediately into the little back parlour: strangely altered by the absence of Walter. On the table, and about the room, were the charts and maps on which the heavy-hearted Instrument-maker had again and again tracked the missing vessel across the sea, and on which, with a pair of compasses that he still had in his hand, he had been measuring, a minute before, how far she must have driven, to have driven here or there: and trying to demonstrate that a long time must elapse before hope was exhausted225.
'Whether she can have run,' said Uncle Sol, looking wistfully over the chart; 'but no, that's almost impossible or whether she can have been forced by stress of weather, - but that's not reasonably likely. Or whether there is any hope she so far changed her course as - but even I can hardly hope that!' With such broken suggestions, poor old Uncle Sol roamed over the great sheet before him, and could not find a speck226 of hopeful probability in it large enough to set one small point of the compasses upon.
Florence saw immediately - it would have been difficult to help seeing - that there was a singular, indescribable change in the old man, and that while his manner was far more restless and unsettled than usual, there was yet a curious, contradictory227 decision in it, that perplexed her very much. She fancied once that he spoke wildly, and at random228; for on her saying she regretted not to have seen him when she had been there before that morning, he at first replied that he had been to see her, and directly afterwards seemed to wish to recall that answer.
'You have been to see me?' said Florence. 'To-day?'
'Yes, my dear young lady,' returned Uncle Sol, looking at her and away from her in a confused manner. 'I wished to see you with my own eyes, and to hear you with my own ears, once more before - ' There he stopped.
'Before when? Before what?' said Florence, putting her hand upon his arm.
'Did I say "before?"' replied old Sol. 'If I did, I must have meant before we should have news of my dear boy.'
'You are not well,' said Florence, tenderly. 'You have been so very anxious I am sure you are not well.'
'I am as well,' returned the old man, shutting up his right hand, and holding it out to show her: 'as well and firm as any man at my time of life can hope to be. See! It's steady. Is its master not as capable of resolution and fortitude229 as many a younger man? I think so. We shall see.'
There was that in his manner more than in his words, though they remained with her too, which impressed Florence so much, that she would have confided230 her uneasiness to Captain Cuttle at that moment, if the Captain had not seized that moment for expounding231 the state of circumstance, on which the opinion of the sagacious Bunsby was requested, and entreating232 that profound authority to deliver the same.
Bunsby, whose eye continued to be addressed to somewhere about the half-way house between London and Gravesend, two or three times put out his rough right arm, as seeking to wind it for inspiration round the fair form of Miss Nipper; but that young female having withdrawn234 herself, in displeasure, to the opposite side of the table, the soft heart of the Commander of the Cautious Clara met with no response to its impulses. After sundry235 failures in this wise, the Commander, addressing himself to nobody, thus spake; or rather the voice within him said of its own accord, and quite independent of himself, as if he were possessed236 by a gruff spirit:
'He was christened John,' cried the delighted Captain Cuttle. 'Hear him!'
'And what I says,' pursued the voice, after some deliberation, 'I stands to.
The Captain, with Florence on his arm, nodded at the auditory, and seemed to say, 'Now he's coming out. This is what I meant when I brought him.'
'Whereby,' proceeded the voice, 'why not? If so, what odds238? Can any man say otherwise? No. Awast then!'
When it had pursued its train of argument to this point, the voice stopped, and rested. It then proceeded very slowly, thus:
'Do I believe that this here Son and Heir's gone down, my lads? Mayhap. Do I say so? Which? If a skipper stands out by Sen' George's Channel, making for the Downs, what's right ahead of him? The Goodwins. He isn't foroed to run upon the Goodwins, but he may. The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it. That ain't no part of my duty. Awast then, keep a bright look-out for'ard, and good luck to you!'
The voice here went out of the back parlour and into the street, taking the Commander of the Cautious Clara with it, and accompanying him on board again with all convenient expedition, where he immediately turned in, and refreshed his mind with a nap.
The students of the sage's precepts239, left to their own application of his wisdom - upon a principle which was the main leg of the Bunsby tripod, as it is perchance of some other oracular stools - looked upon one another in a little uncertainty; while Rob the Grinder, who had taken the innocent freedom of peering in, and listening, through the skylight in the roof, came softly down from the leads, in a state of very dense240 confusion. Captain Cuttle, however, whose admiration of Bunsby was, if possible, enhanced by the splendid manner in which he had justified241 his reputation and come through this solemn reference, proceeded to explain that Bunsby meant nothing but confidence; that Bunsby had no misgivings242; and that such an opinion as that man had given, coming from such a mind as his, was Hope's own anchor, with good roads to cast it in. Florence endeavoured to believe that the Captain was right; but the Nipper, with her arms tight folded, shook her head in resolute243 denial, and had no more trust m Bunsby than in Mr Perch himself.
The philosopher seemed to have left Uncle Sol pretty much where he had found him, for he still went roaming about the watery244 world, compasses in hand, and discovering no rest for them. It was in pursuance of a whisper in his ear from Florence, while the old man was absorbed in this pursuit, that Captain Cuttle laid his heavy hand upon his shoulder.
'What cheer, Sol Gills?' cried the Captain, heartily245.
'But so-so, Ned,' returned the Instrument-maker. 'I have been remembering, all this afternoon, that on the very day when my boy entered Dombey's House, and came home late to dinner, sitting just there where you stand, we talked of storm and shipwreck246, and I could hardly turn him from the subject'
But meeting the eyes of Florence, which were fixed247 with earnest scrutiny248 upon his face, the old man stopped and smiled.
'Stand by, old friend!' cried the Captain. 'Look alive! I tell you what, Sol Gills; arter I've convoyed Heart's-delight safe home,' here the Captain kissed his hook to Florence, 'I'll come back and take you in tow for the rest of this blessed day. You'll come and eat your dinner along with me, Sol, somewheres or another.'
'Not to-day, Ned!' said the old man quickly, and appearing to be unaccountably startled by the proposition. 'Not to-day. I couldn't do it!'
'Why not?' returned the Captain, gazing at him in astonishment.
'I - I have so much to do. I - I mean to think of, and arrange. I couldn't do it, Ned, indeed. I must go out again, and be alone, and turn my mind to many things to-day.'
The Captain looked at the Instrument-maker, and looked at Florence, and again at the Instrument-maker. 'To-morrow, then,' he suggested, at last.
'Yes, yes. To-morrow,' said the old man. 'Think of me to-morrow. Say to-morrow.'
'I shall come here early, mind, Sol Gills,' stipulated249 the Captain.
'Yes, yes. The first thing tomorrow morning,' said old Sol; 'and now good-bye, Ned Cuttle, and God bless you!'
Squeezing both the Captain's hands, with uncommon fervour, as he said it, the old man turned to Florence, folded hers in his own, and put them to his lips; then hurried her out to the coach with very singular precipitation. Altogether, he made such an effect on Captain Cuttle that the Captain lingered behind, and instructed Rob to be particularly gentle and attentive250 to his master until the morning: which injunction he strengthened with the payment of one shilling down, and the promise of another sixpence before noon next day. This kind office performed, Captain Cuttle, who considered himself the natural and lawful251 body-guard of Florence, mounted the box with a mighty252 sense of his trust, and escorted her home. At parting, he assured her that he would stand by Sol Gills, close and true; and once again inquired of Susan Nipper, unable to forget her gallant198 words in reference to Mrs MacStinger, 'Would you, do you think my dear, though?'
When the desolate house had closed upon the two, the Captain's thoughts reverted253 to the old Instrument-maker, and he felt uncomfortable. Therefore, instead of going home, he walked up and down the street several times, and, eking233 out his leisure until evening, dined late at a certain angular little tavern254 in the City, with a public parlour like a wedge, to which glazed hats much resorted. The Captain's principal intention was to pass Sol Gills's, after dark, and look in through the window: which he did, The parlour door stood open, and he could see his old friend writing busily and steadily255 at the table within, while the little Midshipman, already sheltered from the night dews, watched him from the counter; under which Rob the Grinder made his own bed, preparatory to shutting the shop. Reassured256 by the tranquillity257 that reigned258 within the precincts of the wooden mariner259, the Captain headed for Brig Place, resolving to weigh anchor betimes in the morning.
弗洛伦斯孤独地居住在这座宏伟而冷清的公馆中，一天又一天地过去，她仍孤独地居住着；光秃秃的墙壁含着发呆的眼光俯视着她，仿佛它们怀着戈冈①般的心肠，决心凝视着她，使她的青春和美貌转变成石头似的。
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①戈冈（Gorgon）：希腊神话中三个有蛇发的女怪之一，面目狰狞，人一见她之后就立刻吓得变成石头。
妖魔故事中隐藏在密林深处、具有奇异魔力的住宅，没有一座在想象中能比她父亲的公馆在冷酷的现实中更加凄凉冷落、无人过问；它俯临着大街；夜间，当邻近的窗子放射出光芒时，它经常是这条光线微弱的街道上的一个暗点；白天，它经常是这条街道从不露出微笑的脸上的一道皱眉。
在这座公馆的前面，没有像妖魔传奇中通常所见到的那样，有两条龙守卫着监禁在里面的清白无辜的受害者；但在门的拱道上面有一张怒目而视的脸，邪恶地张开薄薄的嘴唇，俯瞰着所有的来人；除此之外，还有一个奇形怪状的生了锈的铁栅栏，曲曲弯弯，像一个藤架的化石一样竖立在门槛上，上面是细长的和螺旋形的尖端，两边各挂着一个不祥的熄灯器，似乎在说，“进去的人，请把光留有后面！”①正门上没有刻上任何辟邪驱怪的文字，但是这座公馆现在外表上十分冷落凄凉，孩子们都用粉笔在栏杆和铺石的道路上——特别是在墙角周围——乱涂乱写，还在马厩的门上画上鬼怪；因为他们有时被托林森先生撵跑，所以他们就采取报复，在上面画上他的肖像，把他的耳朵画成从帽子底下沿着水平方向长出来。在这座公馆屋顶的阴影下，不再有任何喧闹的声音。吹奏铜管乐器的乐队每星期一次在早上来到街上，当它走过这些窗子下面的时候，从来没有吹奏过一个曲调；所有这些娱乐团体都一鼻孔出气似地把它当做一个不可救药的地方，疏远它，回避它，直至那可怜的弹小管风琴的艺人也毫不例外。（这艺人的技艺很不高明，还配上一些用机械自动操作的蹩脚的舞蹈木偶，在双扇门下进进出出地跳着华尔兹舞）。
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①意大利诗人但丁（Dante，公元1265—1321年）在《神曲》的《地狱》篇中写道，地狱的正门上刻着以下文字：“进去的人，请把希望抛弃！”狄更斯把这个有名的警句在这里有趣地进行了改写。
对董贝先生公馆所施加的魔力要比那种使房屋沉睡一段时间、但醒来时仍清新如初、丝毫无损的魔力具有更大的破坏性。
荒废的凄凉景象处处都在默默无声地证明这一点。房间里面，窗帘垂头丧气，萎靡不振，失去了先前的折痕与形状，像笨重的柩衣一般悬挂着；大批不用的家具像在大祭时被屠杀的大量牲口一样，依旧堆积着和被覆盖着，像被囚禁和遗忘的人们一样蜷缩着，不知不觉地改变着形貌。镜子好像随着岁月的呼吸，变得暗淡无光。地毯上的图案褪了色，看去模糊不清，像对往昔岁月中零星琐事的回忆一样。木板对不习惯的脚步感到吃惊，吱嘎吱嘎地响着并颤抖着。钥匙在门锁中生了锈。墙壁开始潮湿。图画在污土的覆盖下似乎退缩下去，隐匿起来。霉菌开始潜藏在壁橱中。真菌从地窖的角落中生长出来。灰尘积聚着，谁也不知道是从哪里和怎样积聚起来的。蜘蛛、蛀虫和蛆蛴螬的声音每天都可以听到。喜爱探险猎奇的蟑螂不时可以在楼梯上或楼上的房间中看到，他一动不动，仿佛在纳罕，他怎么跑到那里去的。耗子到了夜间就穿过它们在墙上嵌板后面凿通的黑洞洞的通道，吱吱响叫并相互扭打着。
从关上的百叶窗中透过来的未必是真正的光线中，可以模糊看得出大房间中冷冷清清而又庄严豪华的景象；它也许正好充分说明这是一座被施过魔力的住宅。例如：镀金的狮子把失去光泽的脚爪偷偷地从罩套下面伸出；树立在底座上的大理石半身像的轮廓，透过面纱可怕地显露出来；时钟从不报时，或者如果偶尔拧上发条的话，就报错时间，敲打着人世间不存在、在针盘上没有显示出来的时间；悬挂着的分枝灯架偶尔相撞时发出的叮当响声比警钟更使人震惊；减弱了的声音和迟缓的气流在这些物体中间穿行；许多其他物品被寿衣和罩套覆盖着，就像虚幻的鬼怪一样，呈现出非现实的形状。可是除此之外，还有那个大楼梯，这座房屋的主人很少攀登到上面，而他的小儿子则沿着它上升到天国。还有其他的楼梯和走廊，是好几个星期谁也不去的；有两个锁上的房间与这个家庭死去的成员联系着，人们见到它们有时会窃窃私语，回忆起他们。除了弗洛伦斯以外，公馆中所有的人还看到一个温柔的人儿在穿过寂寞与幽暗的景物走动着；
她向每一件没有生命的东西带去了活着的人们的关心与惊讶。
因为弗洛伦斯孤独地居住在这座无人过问的房屋中；一天又一天地过去，她仍旧孤独地居住着；冷冰冰的墙壁含着发呆的眼光俯视着她，仿佛它们怀着戈冈般的心肠，决心凝视着她，使她的青春和美貌转变成石头似的。
青草开始在屋顶上和底层砌石的缝隙里生长出来。鳞状的、碎粒般的植物在窗台四周发芽。一片片灰浆在久未使用的烟囱里壁失去了粘附力，纷纷往下掉落。两株干子被烟薰了的树，顶梢被薰枯了，凋残的树枝在树叶上面高耸着。整个房屋，白色已转为黄色，黄色已转为近乎黑色；自从那位可怜的夫人死去以后，它已逐渐成为这条单调无趣的长街上的一个黑暗的豁口。
但是弗洛伦斯像故事中国王的美丽的女儿一样，在这里茁壮美好地成长着。如果不算苏珊·尼珀和戴奥吉尼斯的话，那么书本、音乐和每天来到的老师是她仅有的真正伴侣。苏珊·尼珀陪同她年轻的女主人一起上课，因此也获得了很多知识。戴奥吉尼斯可能由于同样的影响，变得温和起来了；他整个夏天上午会把头搁在窗台上，一会儿张开着眼睛，一会儿闭着眼睛，平平静静地对着街道；有时他猛抬起头来，含着极为深意的眼光，目送着一条吵吵嚷嚷的狗，在大车中一路吠叫过去；有时他勃然大怒，莫名其妙地回忆起邻近假想的敌人，猛冲到门口，在那里震耳欲聋地狂吠一阵之后，露出了他那特有的滑稽可笑和得意扬扬的姿态，磨磨蹭蹭地走回来，重新把下巴搁到窗台上，显出一条已为公众立功效劳的狗的神气。
弗洛伦斯就这样生活在她的冷清凄凉的家中，进行着单纯的研究，心中怀着单纯的思想，没有什么东西扰乱她的安宁。她现在可以走到楼下父亲的房间里，想念着他，听凭她热爱的心忍辱含垢地接近他，不用害怕遭到拒绝。她可以观看他在悲伤中周围的物品，并可以偎依在他的椅子旁边，不用恐惧会碰上她记得清清楚楚的那个眼光。她可以向他表示一点小小的孝敬与关心，比方说亲手为他把一切物品收拾得整整齐齐，并且捆扎花束放在他的桌子上，当它们一支支枯萎了的时候就给换上新鲜的。他没有回来，她就每天为他准备一点东西，在他平常的座位旁边胆怯地留下一点表示她曾到过那里的东西。今天，是给他的表准备一只小小的油漆的托座；明天她可能害怕把它留在那里会引起他的注意，就换上她所做的其它小玩艺儿。也许，当她半夜里醒来，想到他回到家中，怒气冲冲地把它丢弃的时候，她会趿着拖鞋，心中怦怦直跳地急忙跪下楼去，把它拿走。在其他时候，她会只把脸贴在他的写字台上，留下一个亲吻和一滴眼泪。
依旧没有人知道这种情况。只要仆人们当她不在的时候没有发现这一点——他们所有的人对董贝先生的房间都是诚惶诚恐，望而生畏的——，这个秘密就可以像先前一样，深深地藏在她的心中。弗洛伦斯在清早天刚蒙蒙亮的时候以及仆人们在地下室用餐的时候，偷偷地走进这些房间。虽然房间里每个角落由于她的照料变得更美好更明亮，但她却仍像阳光一样，无声无息地进去和出来，唯一的差别是她把她的光留在后面。
虚幻的伴侣们伴随着弗洛伦斯在这座能发出回声的房屋中来来去去，跟她在这空荡荡的房间中坐在一起。仿佛她的生活是施加了魔力之后所产生的梦幻；她在孤独中产生出一些思想，使得这种生活成为虚幻的和非现实的。她经常想象：如果她的父亲一直能够爱她，她是他的掌上明珠的话，那么她的生活将会是怎样的；有时在片刻间她几乎相信情况就是那样的；在幻想海阔天空地翩翩飞翔之中，她仿佛记得，他们曾经怎样一道到坟墓里去看望他的弟弟，他们曾经怎样任意地分享他的爱心；他们在对他的亲切回忆中怎样结合成为一个整体；他们怎样还经常谈到他，他的慈爱的父亲亲切地望着她，跟她谈到他们的共同希望和对上帝的共同信仰。在其他时间中她想象母亲好像还活着。啊，当她搂着她的脖子，怀着整个心灵的热爱与信赖，抱住她的时候，这是何等幸福啊！可是，啊，在这冷落的公馆中重新是一片凄凉；当晚上来临的时候，一个人也没有！
可是有一个思想支持着弗洛伦斯进行奋斗；这个思想她自己虽然未必清楚，但在她内心中却是火热的和强烈的；这个思想使她那颗忠实的、年轻的、经受了残酷考验的心能够坚韧不拔地去追求她的目的。在现世生活以外的朦胧的世界中所生起的神圣的疑虑与希望，悄悄地潜入她的心中，就像潜入其他所有难免一死、因而极为苦恼的人们的心中一样，它们像声音轻微的音乐一样，低声诉说着她的母亲和弟弟怎样在遥远的异国中会晤；他们两人现在还想念着她，还在爱着她，怜悯着她，知道她在这尘世中怎样走着路。对弗洛伦斯来说，陶醉在这些思想之中是能够减轻痛苦的安慰，但是有一天她心中忽然想起——这是她最近深夜在她父亲房间中看到他以后不久产生的想法——，当她为他的那颗对她疏远冷淡的心而悲伤哭泣的时候，她可能会激起死者的
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blot
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innocence
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imprisoned
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glowering
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sage
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monstrous
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rusty
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petrifaction
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talismanic
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brass
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brayed
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automaton
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perplexed
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trifling
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secrete
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mildew
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lurk
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fungus
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moths
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squeak
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perfectly
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abode
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tarnished
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busts
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laggard
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phantom
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spectral
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solitude
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scaly
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crumbling
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sprouted
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mortar
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blighted
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monotonous
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exasperated
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deafening
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disturbance
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repulse
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encomium
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speck
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possessed
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watery
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shipwreck
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tavern
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