little dorrit-信丽(英文版)- 第161部分

'I　shall　make　him　fetch　and　carry；　my　dear；　and　I　shall　make　him　subject
to　me。　And　if　I　don't　make　his　mother　subject　to　me；　too；　it　shall　not
be　my　fault。'

'Do　you　think……dear　Fanny；　don't　be　offended；　we　are　so　fortable
together　now……that　you　can　quite　see　the　end　of　that　course？'

'I　can't　say　I　have　so　much　as　looked　for　it　yet；　my　dear；'　answered
Fanny；　with　supreme　indifference；　'all　in　good　time。　Such　are　my
intentions。　And　really　they　have　taken　me　so　long　to　develop；　that　here
we　are　at　home。　And　Young　Sparkler　at　the　door；　inquiring　who　is　within。
By　the　merest　accident；　of　course！'

In　effect；　the　swain　was　standing　up　in　his　gondola；　card…case　in
hand；　affecting　to　put　the　question　to　a　servant。　This　conjunction
of　circumstances　led　to　his　immediately　afterwards　presenting　himself
before　the　young　ladies　in　a　posture；　which　in　ancient　times　would　not
have　been　considered　one　of　favourable　augury　for　his　suit；　since　the
gondoliers　of　the　young　ladies；　having　been　put　to　some　inconvenience
by　the　chase；　so　neatly　brought　their　own　boat　in　the　gentlest　collision
with　the　bark　of　Mr　Sparkler；　as　to　tip　that　gentleman　over　like　a
larger　species　of　ninepin；　and　cause　him　to　exhibit　the　soles　of　his
shoes　to　the　object　of　his　dearest　wishes：　while　the　nobler　portions　of
his　anatomy　struggled　at　the　bottom　of　his　boat　in　the　arms　of　one　of
his　men。

However；　as　Miss　Fanny　called　out　with　much　concern；　Was　the　gentleman
hurt；　Mr　Sparkler　rose　more　restored　than　might　have　been　expected；　and
stammered　for　himself　with　blushes；　'Not　at　all　so。'　Miss　Fanny　had　no
recollection　of　having　ever　seen　him　before；　and　was　passing　on；　with　a
distant　inclination　of　her　head；　when　he　announced　himself　by　name。　Even
then　she　was　in　a　difficulty　from　being　unable　to　call　it　to　mind；　until
he　explained　that　he　had　had　the　honour　of　seeing　her　at　Martigny。　Then
she　remembered　him；　and　hoped　his　lady…mother　was　well。

'Thank　you；'　stammered　Mr　Sparkler；　'she's　unmonly　well……at　least；
poorly。'

'In　Venice？'　said　Miss　Fanny。

'In　Rome；'　Mr　Sparkler　answered。　'I　am　here　by　myself；　myself。　I　came　to
call　upon　Mr　Edward　Dorrit　myself。　Indeed；　upon　Mr　Dorrit　likewise。　In
fact；　upon　the　family。'

Turning　graciously　to　the　attendants；　Miss　Fanny　inquired　whether　her
papa　or　brother　was　within？　The　reply　being　that　they　were　both　within；
Mr　Sparkler　humbly　offered　his　arm。　Miss　Fanny　accepting　it；　was　squired
up　the　great　staircase　by　Mr　Sparkler；　who；　if　he　still　believed　（which
there　is　not　any　reason　to　doubt）　that　she　had　no　nonsense　about　her；
rather　deceived　himself。

Arrived　in　a　mouldering　reception…room；　where　the　faded　hangings；　of　a
sad　sea…green；　had　worn　and　withered　until　they　looked　as　if　they
might　have　claimed　kindred　with　the　waifs　of　seaweed　drifting　under
the　windows；　or　clinging　to　the　walls　and　weeping　for　their　imprisoned
relations；　Miss　Fanny　despatched　emissaries　for　her　father　and　brother。
Pending　whose　appearance；　she　showed　to　great　advantage　on　a　sofa；
pleting　Mr　Sparkler's　conquest　with　some　remarks　upon　Dante……known
to　that　gentleman　as　an　eccentric　man　in　the　nature　of　an　Old　File；
who　used　to　put　leaves　round　his　head；　and　sit　upon　a　stool　for　some
unaccountable　purpose；　outside　the　cathedral　at　Florence。

Mr　Dorrit　weled　the　visitor　with　the　highest　urbanity；　and　most
courtly　manners。　He　inquired　particularly　after　Mrs　Merdle。　He　inquired
particularly　after　Mr　Merdle。　Mr　Sparkler　said；　or　rather　twitched　out
of　himself　in　small　pieces　by　the　shirt…collar；　that　Mrs　Merdle　having
pletely　used　up　her　place　in　the　country；　and　also　her　house　at
Brighton；　and　being；　of　course；　unable；　don't　you　see；　to　remain　in
London　when　there　wasn't　a　soul　there；　and　not　feeling　herself　this　year
quite　up　to　visiting　about　at　people's　places；　had　resolved　to　have
a　touch　at　Rome；　where　a　woman　like　herself；　with　a　proverbially　fine
appearance；　and　with　no　nonsense　about　her；　couldn't　fail　to　be　a　great
acquisition。　As　to　Mr　Merdle；　he　was　so　much　wanted　by　the　men　in　the
City　and　the　rest　of　those　places；　and　was　such　a　doosed　extraordinary
phenomenon　in　Buying　and　Banking　and　that；　that　Mr　Sparkler　doubted　if
the　moary　system　of　the　country　would　be　able　to　spare　him；　though
that　his　work　was　occasionally　one　too　many　for　him；　and　that　he　would
be　all　the　better　for　a　temporary　shy　at　an　entirely　new　scene　and
climate；　Mr　Sparkler　did　not　conceal。　As　to　himself；　Mr　Sparkler
conveyed　to　the　Dorrit　family　that　he　was　going；　on　rather　particular
business；　wherever　they　were　going。

This　immense　conversational　achievement　required　time；　but　was　effected。
Being　effected；　Mr　Dorrit　expressed　his　hope　that　Mr　Sparkler　would
shortly　dine　with　them。　Mr　Sparkler　received　the　idea　so　kindly　that　Mr
Dorrit　asked　what　he　was　going　to　do　that　day；　for　instance？　As　he　was
going　to　do　nothing　that　day　（his　usual　occupation；　and　one　for　which　he
was　particularly　qualified）；　he　was　secured　without　postponement；　being
further　bound　over　to　acpany　the　ladies　to　the　Opera　in　the　evening。

At　dinner…time　Mr　Sparkler　rose　out　of　the　sea；　like　Venus's　son　taking
after　his　mother；　and　made　a　splendid　appearance　ascending　the　great
staircase。　If　Fanny　had　been　charming　in　the　morning；　she　was　now　thrice
charming；　very　beingly　dressed　in　her　most　suitable　colours；　and　with
an　air　of　negligence　upon　her　that　doubled　Mr　Sparkler's　fetters；　and
riveted　them。


'I　hear　you　are　acquainted；　Mr　Sparkler；'　said　his　host　at　dinner；
'with……ha……Mr　Gowan。　Mr　Henry　Gowan？'

'Perfectly；　sir；'　returned　Mr　Sparkler。　'His　mother　and　my　mother　are
cronies　in　fact。'

'If　I　had　thought　of　it；　Amy；'　said　Mr　Dorrit；　with　a　patronage　as
magnificent　as　that　of　Lord　Decimus　himself；　'you　should　have　despatched
a　note　to　them；　asking　them　to　dine　to…day。　Some　of　our　people　could
have……ha……fetched　them；　and　taken　them　home。　We　could　have　spared
a……hum……gondola　for　that　purpose。　I　am　sorry　to　have　forgotten　this。
Pray　remind　me　of　them　to…morrow。'

Little　Dorrit　was　not　without　doubts　how　Mr　Henry　Gowan　might　take　their
patronage；　but　she　promised　not　to　fail　in　the　reminder。

'Pray；　does　Mr　Henry　Gowan　paint……ha……Portraits？'　inquired　Mr　Dorrit。

Mr　Sparkler　opined　that　he　painted　anything；　if　he　could　get　the　job。

'He　has　no　particular　walk？'　said　Mr　Dorrit。

Mr　Sparkler；　stimulated　by　Love　to　brilliancy；　replied　that　for　a
particular　walk　a　man　ought　to　have　a　particular　pair　of　shoes；　as；　for
example；　shooting；　shooting…shoes；　cricket；　cricket…shoes。　Whereas；　he
believed　that　Henry　Gowan　had　no　particular　pair　of　shoes。

'No　speciality？'　said　Mr　Dorrit。

This　being　a　very　long　word　for　Mr　Sparkler；　and　his　mind　being
exhausted　by　his　late　effort；　he　replied；　'No；　thank　you。　I　seldom　take
it。'

'Well！'　said　Mr　Dorrit。　'It　would　be　very　agreeable　to　me　to　present
a　gentleman　so　connected；　with　some……ha……Testimonial　of　my　desire　to
further　his　interests；　and　develop　the……hum……germs　of　his　genius。　I
think　I　must　engage　Mr　Gowan　to　paint　my　picture。　If　the　result　should
be……ha……mutually　satisfactory；　I　might　afterwards　engage　him　to　try　his
hand　upon　my　f