“第一位董贝夫人过得很幸福

“第一位董贝夫人过得很幸福，”卡克说道。
“第一位董贝夫人有极健全的思想和很正确的感情，”董贝先生抱着对死者高尚地表示宽容的态度说道。
“您认为董贝小姐像她母亲吗？”卡克问道。
董贝先生的脸色迅速地、可怕地改变了。深得他信任的助手敏锐地注意到这一点。
“我提到一个令人痛苦的话题了，”他用温顺的、遗憾的声调说道，这声调跟他的怀着渴望的眼睛是不相协调的。“请原谅我。我所怀有的兴趣使我忘记这可能引起的联想了。请原谅我。”
可是不管他说些什么，他的热切的眼睛仍旧像先前一样密切地细细观察着董贝先生的忧闷不乐的脸孔；然后他向那张图画投了一道奇怪的、扬扬得意的眼光，好像请求她来当见证人，看他怎样又重新引导他，并看又会发生些什么事情。
“卡克，”董贝先生向桌子上这里看看，那里看看，张开更加苍白的嘴唇，用有些改变了的和更加急促的说道：
“没有什么您需要道歉的理由。您误会了。联想是由于眼前发生的事情而引起的，并不是像您所猜想，是由于任何回忆而引起的。我不赞成董贝夫人对待我女儿的态度。”
“请原谅，”卡克先生说道，“我不很理解。”
“那就请理解吧，”董贝先生回答道，“您可以——不，您必须向董贝夫人转达我对这件事的反对意见。请您告诉她，她向我女儿显示的热爱，使我感到不愉快。这种热爱很可能引起人们的注意。这很可能促使人们把董贝夫人跟我女儿的关系和董贝夫人跟我的关系加以对比。劳驾您让董贝夫人清楚地知道，我反对这一点。我期望她立即尊重我的反对意见。董贝夫人可能是真心真意热爱她，也可能这只是她的一种古怪脾气，也可能她是要反对我；但不论是什么情况，我都反对这一点。如果董贝夫人是真心真意热爱她的话，那么她就更应当高高兴兴、毫不勉强地停止这样做，因为她的任何这种显示对我的女儿都没有什么益处。如果我的妻子除了对我正当地表示顺从外，还有多余的温柔与关怀，那么她也许就可以随自己的心意，爱赏锡给谁就赏赐给谁；但我首先要求的是顺从！卡克，”董贝先生抑制一下他说这些话时的不寻常的激动情绪，恢复了他为维护他的崇高身份所习惯采用的声调，说道，“烦请您务必不要忘记或忽略这一点，而应当把它作为您所接受的指示中的很重要的部分。”
卡克先生点了点头，从桌子旁边站起来，沉思地站在壁炉前面，并用手支托着光滑的下巴，从上往下看着董贝先生；那副阴险狡猾的样子就像是那半人半兽的猿猴雕刻，或者像是古老水落管上斜眼瞅着的脸孔。董贝先生逐渐恢复了镇静，或者由于意识到自己的高贵身份而使激动的情绪冷静下来，坐在那里，变得生硬呆板，并看着鹦鹉在大结婚戒指中来回摇荡。
“请原谅，”卡克沉默了一些时候，忽然又坐到椅子中，并把它拉到董贝先生椅子的对面，说道，“可是请让我弄明白，董贝夫人知道您可能利用我，向她转达您对她的不满吗？”
“是的，”董贝先生回答道，“我已经这样说过了。”
“是的？”卡克先生很快地回答道,link，“可是为什么呢？”
“为什么！”董贝先生还是没有迟疑地重复道，“因为我告诉她了。”
“唔，”卡克先生回答道，“可是您为什么告诉她呢？您知道，”他微笑了一下，继续说道，一边把他天鹅绒一般柔软的手轻轻地放在董贝先生的胳膊上，就像一只猫掩盖它尖利的脚爪时会这样做的一样；“如果我完全明白您心中的想法，我就可能对您更有用，并有幸更有效地为您服务。我想我已明白了。我不能荣幸地得到董贝夫人的好感。就我的地位来说，我也没有理由指望得到它；但是我想知道，事实是不是就是这样，我是不是就这样接受它？”
“事实可能是这样,nike shox torch ii，”董贝先生说道。
“因此，”卡克继续说道，“您通过我向董贝夫人转达您的指示，一定会使这位夫人感到格外讨厌的吧？”
“我认为,nike shox torch 2，”董贝先生保持着傲慢而沉着的态度，又感到几分为难地说道，“董贝夫人怎样看这个问题是一回事，您和我怎样看这个问题是另一回事，彼此没有关系，卡克。不过情况可能就像您所说的那样。”
“请原谅，不知道我是不是误解了您的意思，”卡克说道，“我想您发现这是压低董贝夫人高傲的一种合适的办法——我在这里使用了高傲这个字眼，用来表明一种在适当的限度内能成为一位美貌和才能出众的夫人的一种装饰品并使她增光的品质——，而且，不说是惩罚她，这也是迫使她顺从的一种合适的办法，而顺从正是您自然地和正当地要求她做到的。不知道我这样理解对吗？”
“卡克，您知道，”董贝先生说道，&ldqu
Chapter 43
The Watches of the Night

Florence,shox torch 2, long since awakened from her dream, mournfully observed the estrangement between her father and Edith, and saw it widen more and more, and knew that there was greater bitterness between them every day. Each day's added knowledge deepened the shade upon her love and hope, roused up the old sorrow that had slumbered for a little time, and made it even heavier to bear than it had been before.
It had been hard - how hard may none but Florence ever know! - to have the natural affection of a true and earnest nature turned to agony; and slight, or stern repulse, substituted for the tenderest protection and the dearest care. It had been hard to feel in her deep heart what she had felt, and never know the happiness of one touch of response. But it was much more hard to be compelled to doubt either her father or Edith, so affectionate and dear to her, and to think of her love for each of them, by turns, with fear, distrust, and wonder.
Yet Florence now began to do so; and the doing of it was a task imposed upon her by the very purity of her soul, as one she could not fly from. She saw her father cold and obdurate to Edith, as to her; hard, inflexible, unyielding. Could it be, she asked herself with starting tears, that her own dear mother had been made unhappy by such treatment, and had pined away and died? Then she would think how proud and stately Edith was to everyone but her, with what disdain she treated him, how distantly she kept apart from him, and what she had said on the night when they came home; and quickly it would come on Florence, almost as a crime, that she loved one who was set in opposition to her father, and that her father knowing of it, must think of her in his solitary room as the unnatural child who added this wrong to the old fault, so much wept for, of never having won his fatherly affection from her birth. The next kind word from Edith, the next kind glance, would shake these thoughts again, and make them seem like black ingratitude; for who but she had cheered the drooping heart of Florence, so lonely and so hurt, and been its best of comforters! Thus, with her gentle nature yearning to them both, feeling for the misery of both, and whispering doubts of her own duty to both, Florence in her wider and expanded love, and by the side of Edith, endured more than when she had hoarded up her undivided secret in the mournful house, and her beautiful Mama had never dawned upon it.