第 11 节
作者:左思右想      更新:2021-02-19 19:45      字数:9322
  considered that the selling of goods by retail is a shameful
  and infamous practice; meriting the contempt and scorn
  of all real gentlemen。
  〃Your father's only a merchant; Osborne;〃 Dobbin said
  in private to the little boy who had brought down the
  storm upon him。  At which the latter replied haughtily;
  〃My father's a gentleman; and keeps his carriage〃; and
  Mr。 William Dobbin retreated to a remote outhouse in
  the playground; where he passed a half…holiday in the
  bitterest sadness and woe。  Who amongst us is there that
  does not recollect similar hours of bitter; bitter childish
  grief? Who feels injustice; who shrinks before a slight;
  who has a sense of wrong so acute; and so glowing a
  gratitude for kindness; as a generous boy? and how many
  of those gentle souls do you degrade; estrange; torture;
  for the sake of a little loose arithmetic; and miserable
  dog…latin?
  Now; William Dobbin; from an incapacity to acquire
  the rudiments of the above language; as they are
  propounded in that wonderful book the Eton Latin Grammar;
  was compelled to remain among the very last of Doctor
  Swishtail's scholars; and was 〃taken down〃 continually by
  little fellows with pink faces and pinafores when he
  marched up with the lower form; a giant amongst them;
  with his downcast; stupefied look; his dog's…eared primer;
  and his tight corduroys。  High and low; all made fun of
  him。  They sewed up those corduroys; tight as they were。
  They cut his bed…strings。  They upset buckets and benches;
  so that he might break his shins over them; which he
  never failed to do。  They sent him parcels; which; when
  opened; were found to contain the paternal soap and
  candles。  There was no little fellow but had his jeer and
  joke at Dobbin; and he bore everything quite patiently;
  and was entirely dumb and miserable。
  Cuff; on the contrary; was the great chief and dandy of
  the Swishtail Seminary。  He smuggled wine in。  He fought
  the town…boys。  Ponies used to come for him to ride home
  on Saturdays。  He had his top…boots in his room; in which
  he used to hunt in the holidays。  He had a gold repeater:
  and took snuff like the Doctor。  He had been to the Opera;
  and knew the merits of the principal actors; preferring
  Mr。 Kean to Mr。 Kemble。  He could knock you off forty
  Latin verses in an hour。  He could make French poetry。
  What else didn't he know; or couldn't he do? They said
  even the Doctor himself was afraid of him。
  Cuff; the unquestioned king of the school; ruled over
  his subjects; and bullied them; with splendid superiority。
  This one blacked his shoes: that toasted his bread; others
  would fag out; and give him balls at cricket during whole
  summer afternoons。  〃Figs〃 was the fellow whom he
  despised most; and with whom; though always abusing him;
  and sneering at him; he scarcely ever condescended to
  hold personal communication。
  One day in private; the two young gentlemen had had
  a difference。  Figs; alone in the schoolroom; was
  blundering over a home letter; when Cuff; entering;
  bade him go upon some message; of which tarts were
  probably the subject。
  〃I can't;〃 says Dobbin; 〃I want to finish my letter。〃
  〃You CAN'T?〃 says Mr。 Cuff; laying hold of that
  document (in which many words were scratched out;
  many were mis…spelt; on which had been spent I don't
  know how much thought; and labour; and tears; for the
  poor fellow was writing to his mother; who was fond of
  him; although she was a grocer's wife; and lived in a back
  parlour in Thames Street)。  〃You CAN'T?〃 says Mr。 Cuff:
  〃I should like to know why; pray? Can't you write to old
  Mother Figs to…morrow?〃
  〃Don't call names;〃 Dobbin said; getting off the bench
  very nervous。
  〃Well; sir; will you go?〃 crowed the cock of the school。
  〃Put down the letter;〃 Dobbin replied; 〃no gentleman
  readth letterth。〃
  〃Well; NOW will you go?〃 says the other。
  〃No; I won't。  Don't strike; or I'll THMASH you;〃 roars
  out Dobbin; springing to a leaden inkstand; and looking
  so wicked; that Mr。 Cuff paused; turned down his coat
  sleeves again; put his hands into his pockets; and walked
  away with a sneer。  But he never meddled。personally with
  the grocer's boy after that; though we must do him the
  justice to say he always spoke of Mr。 Dobbin with con…
  tempt behind his back。
  Some time after this interview; it happened that Mr。
  Cuff; on a sunshiny afternoon; was in the neighbourhood
  of poor William Dobbin; who was lying under a tree in
  the playground; spelling over a favourite copy of the
  Arabian Nights which he had apart from the rest of the
  school; who were pursuing their various sportsquite
  lonely; and almost happy。  If people would but leave
  children to themselves; if teachers would cease to bully
  them; if parents would not insist upon directing their
  thoughts; and dominating their feelingsthose feelings
  and thoughts which are a mystery to all (for how much
  do you and I know of each other; of our children; of our
  fathers; of our neighbour; and how far more beautiful and
  sacred are the thoughts of the poor lad or girl whom you
  govern likely to be; than those of the dull and world…
  corrupted person who rules him?)if; I say; parents and
  masters would leave their children alone a little more;
  small harm would accrue; although a less quantity of
  as in praesenti might be acquired。
  Well; William Dobbin had for once forgotten the world;
  and was away with Sindbad the Sailor in the Valley of
  Diamonds; or with Prince Ahmed and the Fairy Peribanou
  in that delightful cavern where the Prince found her; and
  whither we should all like to make a tour; when shrill
  cries; as of a little fellow weeping; woke up his pleasant
  reverie; and looking up; he saw Cuff before him;
  belabouring a little boy。
  It was the lad who had peached upon him about the
  grocer's cart; but he bore little malice; not at least
  towards the young and small。  〃How dare you; sir; break
  the bottle?〃 says Cuff to the little urchin; swinging a
  yellow cricket…stump over him。
  The boy had been instructed to get over the playground
  wall (at a selected spot where the broken glass had been
  removed from the top; and niches made convenient in
  the brick); to run a quarter of a mile; to purchase a pint
  of rum…shrub on credit; to brave all the Doctor's outlying
  spies; and to clamber back into the playground again;
  during the performance of which feat; his foot had slipt;
  and the bottle was broken; and the shrub had been spilt;
  and his pantaloons had been damaged; and he appeared
  before his employer a perfectly guilty and trembling;
  though harmless; wretch。
  〃How dare you; sir; break it?〃 says Cuff; 〃you blundering
  little thief。  You drank the shrub; and now you pretend
  to have broken the bottle。  Hold out your hand; sir。〃
  Down came the stump with a great heavy thump on
  the child's hand。  A moan followed。  Dobbin looked up。
  The Fairy Peribanou had fled into the inmost cavern
  with Prince Ahmed: the Roc had whisked away Sindbad
  the Sailor out of the Valley of Diamonds out of sight; far
  into the clouds: and there was everyday life before
  honest William; and a big boy beating a little one
  without cause。
  〃Hold out your other hand; sir;〃 roars Cuff to his little
  schoolfellow; whose face was distorted with pain。
  Dobbin quivered; and gathered himself up in his narrow old
  clothes。
  〃Take that; you little devil!〃 cried Mr。 Cuff; and down
  came the wicket again on the child's hand。Don't be
  horrified; ladies; every boy at a public school has done it。
  Your children will so do and be done by; in all
  probability。  Down came the wicket again; and Dobbin
  started up。
  I can't tell what his motive was。  Torture in a public
  school is as much licensed as the knout in Russia。  It
  would be ungentlemanlike (in a manner) to resist it。
  Perhaps Dobbin's foolish soul revolted against that exercise
  of tyranny; or perhaps he had a hankering feeling of
  revenge in his mind; and longed to measure himself
  against that splendid bully and tyrant; who had all the
  glory; pride; pomp; circumstance; banners flying; drums
  beating; guards saluting; in the place。  Whatever may have
  been his incentive; however; up he sprang; and screamed
  out; 〃Hold off; Cuff; don't bully that child any more; or
  I'll〃
  〃Or you'll what?〃 Cuff asked in amazement at this
  interruption。  〃Hold out your hand; you little beast。〃
  〃I'll give you the worst thrashing you ever had in your
  life;〃 Dobbin said; in reply to the first part of Cuff's
  sentence; and little Osborne; gasping and in tears; looked
  up with wonder and incredulity at seeing this amazing
  champion put up suddenly to defend him: while Cuff's
  astonishment was scarcely less。  Fancy our late monarch
  George III when he heard of the revolt of the North
  American colonies: fancy brazen Goliath when little
  David stepped forward and claimed a meeting; and you
  have the feelings of Mr。 Reginald Cuff when this
  rencontre was proposed to him。
  〃After school;〃 says he; of course; after a pause and a
  look; as much as to say; 〃Make your will; and
  communicate your last wishes to your friends
  between this time and that。〃
  〃As you please;〃 Dobbin said。  〃You must be my bottle
  holder; Osborne。〃
  〃Well; if you like;〃 little Osborne replied; for you see
  his papa kept a carriage; and he was rather asham