第 118 节
作者:左思右想      更新:2021-02-19 19:47      字数:9321
  to prayers。  The young ladies took exercise on the
  pianoforte every morning after breakfast; Rebecca giving
  them the benefit of her instruction。  Then they put on thick
  shoes and walked in the park or shrubberies; or beyond
  the palings into the village; descending upon the cottages;
  with Lady Southdown's medicine and tracts for the
  sick people there。  Lady Southdown drove out in a
  pony…chaise; when Rebecca would take her place by the
  Dowager's side and listen to her solemn talk with the utmost
  interest。  She sang Handel and Haydn to the family of
  evenings; and engaged in a large piece of worsted work; as if
  she had been born to the business and as if this kind
  of life was to continue with her until she should sink to
  the grave in a polite old age; leaving regrets and a great
  quantity of consols behind heras if there were not cares
  and duns; schemes; shifts; and poverty waiting outside
  the park gates; to pounce upon her when she issued into
  the world again。
  〃It isn't difficult to be a country gentleman's wife;〃
  Rebecca thought。  〃I think I could be a good woman if
  I had five thousand a year。  I could dawdle about in the
  nursery and count the apricots on the wall。  I could water
  plants in a green…house and pick off dead leaves from the
  geraniums。  I could ask old women about their rheumatisms
  and order half…a…crown's worth of soup for
  the poor。  I shouldn't miss it much; out of five thousand
  a year。  I could even drive out ten miles to dine at a
  neighbour's; and dress in the fashions of the year before last。
  I could go to church and keep awake in the great family
  pew; or go to sleep behind the curtains; with my veil
  down; if I only had practice。  I could pay everybody; if
  I had but the money。  This is what the conjurors here
  pride themselves upon doing。  They look down with pity
  upon us miserable sinners who have none。  They think
  themselves generous if they give our children a five…pound
  note; and us contemptible if we are without one。〃 And
  who knows but Rebecca was right in her speculations
  and that it was only a question of money and fortune
  which made the difference between her and an honest
  woman? If you take temptations into account; who is to
  say that he is better than his neighbour? A comfortable
  career of prosperity; if it does not make people honest; at
  least keeps them so。  An alderman coming from a turtle
  feast will not step out of his carnage to steal a leg of
  mutton; but put him to starve; and see if he will not
  purloin a loaf。  Becky consoled herself by so balancing the
  chances and equalizing the distribution of good and evil
  in the world。
  The old haunts; the old fields and woods; the copses;
  ponds; and gardens; the rooms of the old house where
  she had spent a couple of years seven years ago; were all
  carefully revisited by her。  She had been young there; or
  comparatively so; for she forgot the time when she ever
  WAS youngbut she remembered her thoughts and
  feelings seven years back and contrasted them with those
  which she had at present; now that she had seen the
  world; and lived with great people; and raised herself far
  beyond her original humble station。
  〃I have passed beyond it; because I have brains;〃 Becky
  thought; 〃and almost all the rest of the world are fools。
  I could not go back and consort with those people now;
  whom I used to meet in my father's studio。  Lords come up
  to my door with stars and garters; instead of poor
  artists with screws of tobacco in their pockets。  I have a
  gentleman for my husband; and an Earl's daughter for my
  sister; in the very house where I was little better than a
  servant a few years ago。  But am I much better to do now
  in the world than I was when I was the poor painter's
  daughter and wheedled the grocer round the corner for
  sugar and tea? Suppose I had married Francis who was
  so fond of meI couldn't have been much poorer than
  I am now。  Heigho!  I wish I could exchange my position
  in society; and all my relations for a snug sum in the
  Three Per Cent。  Consols〃; for so it was that Becky felt
  the Vanity of human affairs; and it was in those securities
  that she would have liked to cast anchor。
  It may; perhaps; have struck her that to have been
  honest and humble; to have done her duty; and to have
  marched straightforward on her way; would have brought
  her as near happiness as that path by which she was
  striving to attain it。  Butjust as the children at Queen's
  Crawley went round the room where the body of their
  father layif ever Becky had these thoughts; she was
  accustomed to walk round them and not look in。  She
  eluded them and despised themor at least she was
  committed to the other path from which retreat was now
  impossible。  And for my part I believe that remorse is the
  least active of all a man's moral sensesthe very easiest to
  be deadened when wakened; and in some never wakened
  at all。  We grieve at being found out and at the idea of
  shame or punishment; but the mere sense of wrong makes
  very few people unhappy in Vanity Fair。
  So Rebecca; during her stay at Queen's Crawley; made as
  many friends of the Mammon of Unrighteousness as she
  could possibly bring under control。  Lady Jane and her
  husband bade her farewell with the warmest
  demonstrations of good…will。  They looked forward with
  pleasure to the time when; the family house in Gaunt
  Street being repaired and beautified; they were to meet
  again in London。  Lady Southdown made her up a packet of
  medicine and sent a letter by her to the Rev。  Lawrence
  Grills; exhorting that gentleman to save the brand who
  〃honoured〃 the letter from the burning。  Pitt accompanied
  them with four horses in the carriage to Mudbury; having
  sent on their baggage in a cart previously; accompanied
  with loads of game。
  〃How happy you will be to see your darling little boy
  again!〃 Lady Crawley said; taking leave of her kinswoman。
  〃Oh so happy!〃 said Rebecca; throwing up the green eyes。
  She was immensely happy to be free of the place; and yet
  loath to go。  Queen's Crawley was abominably stupid; and
  yet the air there was somehow purer than that which she
  had been accustomed to breathe。  Everybody had been dull;
  but had been kind in their way。  〃It is all the influence of a
  long course of Three Per Cents;〃 Becky said to herself; and
  was right very likely。
  However; the London lamps flashed joyfully as the stage
  rolled into Piccadilly; and Briggs had made a beautiful fire
  in Curzon Street; and little Rawdon was up to welcome
  back his papa and mamma。
  CHAPTER XLII
  Which Treats of the Osborne Family
  Considerable time has elapsed since we have seen our
  respectable friend; old Mr。 Osborne of Russell Square。  He
  has not been the happiest of mortals since last we met him。
  Events have occurred which have not improved his
  temper; and in more in stances than one he has not been
  allowed to have his own way。  To be thwarted in this
  reasonable desire was always very injurious to the old
  gentleman; and resistance became doubly exasperating
  when gout; age; loneliness; and the force of many
  disappointments combined to weigh him down。  His stiff
  black hair began to grow quite white soon after his son's
  death; his…face grew redder; his hands trembled more and
  more as he poured out his glass of port wine。  He led his
  clerks a dire life in the City:  his family at home were not
  much happier。  I doubt if Rebecca; whom we have seen
  piously praying for Consols; would have exchanged her
  poverty and the dare…devil excitement and chances of her
  life for Osborne's money and the humdrum gloom which
  enveloped him。  He had proposed for Miss Swartz; but had
  been rejected scornfully by the partisans of that lady; who
  married her to a young sprig of Scotch nobility。  He was a
  man to have married a woman out of low life and bullied
  her dreadfully afterwards; but no person presented herself
  suitable to his taste; and; instead; he tyrannized over his
  unmarried daughter; at home。  She had a fine carriage and
  fine horses and sat at the head of a table loaded with the
  grandest plate。  She had a cheque…book; a prize footman to
  follow her when she walked; unlimited credit; and bows
  and compliments from all the tradesmen; and all the
  appurtenances of an heiress; but she spent a woeful time。
  The little charity…girls at the Foundling; the sweeperess at
  the crossing; the poorest under…kitchen…maid in the
  servants' hall; was happy compared to that unfortunate
  and now middle…aged young lady。
  Frederick Bullock; Esq。; of the house of Bullock; Hulker; and
  Bullock; had married Maria Osborne; not without a great
  deal of difficulty and grumbling on Mr。 Bullock's part。
  George being dead and cut out of his father's will;
  Frederick insisted that the half of the old gentleman's
  property should be settled upon his Maria; and indeed; for
  a long time; refused; 〃to come to the scratch〃 (it was Mr。
  Frederick's own expression) on any other terms。  Osborne
  said Fred had agreed to take his daughter with twenty
  thousand; and he should bind himself to no more。  〃Fred
  might take it; and welcome; or leave it; and go and be
  hanged。〃 Fred; whose hopes had been raised when George
  had been disinherited; thought himself infamously
  swindled by the old merchant; and for some