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孟可司带着焦急的目光注视着老绅士，在对方的表情中看到的唯有严厉与决心。他走进房间，耸了耸肩，坐下去。 'Lock the door on the outside,' said Mr. Brownlow to the attendants, 'and come when I ring.' “从外边把门锁上，”布朗罗先生对两名随从说，“听见我摇铃再进来。” The men obeyed, and the two were left alone together. 那两人应声退了出去，布朗罗先生和孟可司单独留下来。 'This is pretty treatment, sir,' said Monks, throwing down his hat and cloak, 'from my father's oldest friend.' “先生，”孟可司摔掉帽子、斗篷，说，“绝妙的招待，这还是我父亲交情最深的朋友。” 'It is because I was your father's oldest friend, young man,' returned Mr. Brownlow; 'it is because the hopes and wishes of young and happy years were bound up with him, and that fair creature of his blood and kindred who rejoined her God in youth, and left me here a solitary, lonely man: it is because he knelt with me beside his only sisters' death-bed when he was yet a boy, on the morning that would--but Heaven willed otherwise--have made her my young wife; it is because my seared heart clung to him, from that time forth, through all his trials and errors, till he died; it is because old recollections and associations filled my heart, and even the sight of you brings with it old thoughts of him; it is because of all these things that I am moved to treat you gently now--yes, Edward Leeford, even now--and blush for your unworthiness who bear the name.' “正因为我是你父亲交情最深的朋友，年轻人，”布朗罗先生答道，“正因为我幸福的青年时代的希望与抱负都是与他联系在一起的，都是与那个和他有同胞血缘关系的可爱的人儿紧紧相连的，她年纪轻轻，就回到上帝那儿去了，丢下我一个人孤零零地呆在这里。因为在那个早晨，他和我一块儿跪在他唯一的姐姐的灵床旁边，那时候他还是个孩子，他姐姐本来就要成为我的娇妻了--可上天又有了另外的安排。因为从那时起，我这颗凋萎的心就一直拴在他身上，直到他去世，尽管他经受了种种考验，铸成了种种大错。因为我心里充满了旧日的回忆和友谊，甚而一看见你，就会勾起我对他的思念。正因为这种种缘故，直到现在--是的，爱德华·黎福特，直到现在--我还身不由主，对你这样客气，并且因为你辱没了这个姓氏而感到脸红。” 
“这跟姓氏有什么相干？”对方过了一会才问道，此前他一直默默地注视着激动不已的老绅士，同时顽梗地表示自己莫名其妙。“这个姓氏跟我有什么关系？” 'Nothing,' replied Mr. Brownlow, 'nothing to you. But it was HERS, and even at this distance of time brings back to me, an old man, the glow and thrill which I once felt, only to hear it repeated by a stranger. I am very glad you have changed it--very--very.' “没有什么关系，”布朗罗先生回答，“和你毫不相干，但这也是她的姓氏，尽管时过境迁，我，一个老年人，只要一听到陌生人提起这个姓，我还会像当年一样面热心跳。你改名换姓了，我非常高兴--非常高兴--非常高兴。” 'This is all mighty fine,' said Monks (to retain his assumed designation) after a long silence, during which he had jerked himself in sullen defiance to and fro, and Mr. Brownlow had sat, shading his face with his hand. 'But what do you want with me?' “这一切倒挺不错，”孟可司（这里姑且保留他的化名）沉默了半天才说，他绷着脸，身子满不在乎地摇来摇去，布朗罗先生用手捂着脸，坐在那儿。“你找我到底有什么事？” 'You have a brother,' said Mr. Brownlow, rousing himself: 'a brother, the whisper of whose name in your ear when I came behind you in the street, was, in itself, almost enough to make you accompany me hither, in wonder and alarm.' “你有一个弟弟，”布朗罗先生打起精神说道，“一个弟弟，我在街上走到你背后，轻轻说了一声他的名字，几乎单凭这一招，你就会沉不住气，紧张兮兮地跟我上这儿来。” 'I have no brother,' replied Monks. 'You know I was an only child. Why do you talk to me of brothers? You know that, as well as I.' “我没有弟弟，”孟可司回答，“你知道我是独子。你干吗跟我说起什么弟弟来了？这一点你我都清楚。” 
“你还是听听的好，有些事我很清楚，而你也许并不知道，”布朗罗先生说，“我自有办法让你产生兴趣。我知道，你那个倒霉的父亲当时还是个孩子，在门阀观念和最龌龊、最狭隘的虚荣心逼迫下结了一门不幸的婚姻，而你又是这门亲事唯一的，也是极不自然的结果。” 'I don't care for hard names,' interrupted Monks with a jeering laugh. 'You know the fact, and that's enough for me.' “你的话很难听，可我并不计较，”孟可司嘲弄地笑了笑，插嘴说，“你知道情况，这对我也就足够了。” 'But I also know,' pursued the old gentleman, 'the misery, the slow torture, the protracted anguish of that ill-assorted union. I know how listlessly and wearily each of that wretched pair dragged on their heavy chain through a world that was poisoned to them both. I know how cold formalities were succeeded by open taunts; how indifference gave place to dislike, dislike to hate, and hate to loathing, until at last they wrenched the clanking bond asunder, and retiring a wide space apart, carried each a galling fragment, of which nothing but death could break the rivets, to hide it in new society beneath the gayest looks they could assume. Your mother succeeded; she forgot it soon. But it rusted and cankered at your father's heart for years.' “可我还了解到，”老绅士继续说道，“那一场阴差阳错的结合带来的是灾难、慢性折磨、无休止的苦恼。我知道那不幸的一对各自套着沉重的枷锁，度日如年，过得是何等的厌倦，这对于两个人来说都是有害的。我知道，冷冰冰的表面关系是如何变成公开的辱骂，冷淡如何让位于厌恶，厌恶又变成仇恨，仇恨再变成诅咒，直到最后终于把那条响当当的锁链扯断，各奔东西，彼此都带着一截可恨的链条，那一锁链只有死亡才能斩断，两个人都强装出开心得不得了的样子，想的是换一个环境，不让别人看见这个链条。你母亲大功告成，很快就忘掉了。可是过了多少年，那东西仍在你父亲心里生锈、腐烂。” 'Well, they were separated,' said Monks, 'and what of that?' “对了，他们分居了，”孟可司说道，“那又怎么样呢？” 'When they had been separated for some time,' returned Mr. Brownlow, 'and your mother, wholly given up to continental frivolities, had utterly forgotten the young husband ten good years her junior, who, with prospects blighted, lingered on at home, he fell among new friends. This circumstance, at least, you know already.' “他们分居了一个时期，”布朗罗先生回答。“你母亲在欧洲大陆纵情享乐，完全把足足小她十岁的年轻丈夫给忘了，而你父亲眼看前途无望，一直在国内徘徊不定，结交了一班新朋友。最低限度，这一点你是知道的。” 
“我不知道，”孟可司说着，将目光转向一边，一只脚在地上打着拍子，摆出一副概不认账的样子。“我不知道。” 'Your manner, no less than your actions, assures me that you have never forgotten it, or ceased to think of it with bitterness,' returned Mr. Brownlow. 'I speak of fifteen years ago, when you were not more than eleven years old, and your father but one-and-thirty--for he was, I repeat, a boy, when HIS father ordered him to marry. Must I go back to events which cast a shade upon the memory of your parent, or will you spare it, and disclose to me the truth?' “你的态度和你的所作所为一样使我确信，你非但没有忘记这件事，而且始终耿耿于怀，”布朗罗先生回答，“我说的是十五年以前，当时你不过十一岁，而你父亲只有三十一岁--我重复一遍，他奉父命结婚的时候还是个孩子。你是要我重提那些使你父亲的名声蒙上阴影的事情呢，还是不用我说，你自己将真实情况告诉我？” 'I have nothing to disclose,' rejoined Monks. 'You must talk on if you will.' “我没有什么好说的，”孟可司答道，“只要你愿意，只管说你的。” 'These new friends, then,' said Mr. Brownlow, 'were a naval officer retired from active service, whose wife had died some half-a-year before, and left him with two children--there had been more, but, of all their family, happily but two survived. They were both daughters; one a beautiful creature of nineteen, and the other a mere child of two or three years old.' “当时，那班新朋友中，”布朗罗先生说道，“有一个是退役的海军军官，他妻子大约半年以前去世了，丢下两个孩子--在早还有几个，但幸而只有两个，都是女儿，一个如花似玉的十九岁姑娘，另一个小丫头只有三两岁。” 'What's this to me?' asked Monks. “这跟我有什么关系？”孟可司问。 
“他们住在乡下，”布朗罗先生仿佛没有听见这句插话，“你父亲在仿徨中也到了那一带，在那儿住下来。结果，双方很快就从相识、接近直到产生友谊。你父亲的天赋很少有人比得上，他们姐弟俩在气度和长相上都很像。老军官对他日益加深了解，也越来越喜欢他了。事情如果到此为止就好了。那个大女儿也和父亲一样越来越喜欢他。” The old gentleman paused; Monks was biting his lips, with his eyes fixed upon the floor; seeing this, he immediately resumed: 老绅士顿了一下，他见孟可司咬着嘴唇，两眼盯住地板，便立即往下说道： 'The end of a year found him contracted, solemnly contracted, to that daughter; the object of the first, true, ardent, only passion of a guileless girl.' “到年底，他和那个女儿订下了婚约，订下了庄严的婚约，赢得了那个纯洁无瑕的姑娘的芳心，那是她的第一次，也是唯一的一次真挚而火热的爱情。” 'Your tale is of the longest,' observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. “你的故事还真够长的。”孟可司烦躁地在椅子上折腾着，说道。 'It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man,' returned Mr. Brownlow, 'and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief. At length one of those rich relations to strengthen whose interest and importance your father had been sacrificed, as others are often--it is no uncommon case--died, and to repair the misery he had been instrumental in occasioning, left him his panacea for all griefs--Money. It was necessary that he should immediately repair to Rome, whither this man had sped for health, and where he had died, leaving his affairs in great confusion. He went; was seized with mortal illness there; was followed, the moment the intelligence reached Paris, by your mother who carried you with her; he died the day after her arrival, leaving no will--NO WILL--so that the whole property fell to her and you.' “这个真实的故事充满忧伤、苦难和不幸，年轻人，”布朗罗先生回答，“这类故事通常都是如此。如果是一个单纯快乐美满的故事，那就很短。后来，你家的一个富贵亲戚过世了，当初就是为了巩固他的利益和地位，拿你父亲当了牺牲品，跟其他人经常碰到的情况一样--这并不是什么罕见的例子--为了弥补他一手造成的不幸，他给你父亲留下了他自认为能够消除一切痛苦的灵丹妙药--钱。你父亲必须即刻赶往罗马，那人本来是到罗马去养病，哪知死在那儿了，他的事情顿时一团糟。你父亲去了，在当地得了一种绝症。消息一传到巴黎，你母亲就带着你跟去了，她到的那一天，你父亲就死了，没有留下遗嘱--没有遗嘱--于是全部财产落入你们母子的手中。”
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