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“哟。”老太太眼里噙着泪珠说道，“真是个知恩图报的小家伙，可爱的小把戏。要是他母亲和我一样坐在他身边，这会儿也能看见他的话，会怎么想啊。” 'Perhaps she does see me,' whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; 'perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had.' “说不定她真的看得见我呢，”奥立弗双手合在一起，低声说道，“也许她就坐在我身边，我感觉得到。” 'That was the fever, my dear,' said the old lady mildly. “那是因为你在发烧，亲爱的。”老太太温和地说。 'I suppose it was,' replied Oliver, 'because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though,' added Oliver after a moment's silence. 'If she had seen me hurt, it would have made here sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her.' “我想也是，”奥立弗回答，“天国离这儿太远了，他们在那儿欢欢喜喜，不会来到一个苦孩子的床边。不过只要妈妈知道我病了，即使她是在那儿，也一定会惦记我，她临死以前病得可厉害了。她一点都不知道我的情形。”奥立弗沉默了一会儿，又说道，“要是她知道我吃了苦头，肯定很伤心，每次我梦见她的时候，她的脸总是又好看又快乐。” The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. 老太太对此没有口答，先擦了擦自己的眼睛，随后又擦了一下放在床罩上的眼镜，仿佛眼镜也是脸上的重要部位似的。她替奥立弗取来一些清凉饮料，要他喝下去，然后拍了拍他的脸颊，告诉他必须安安静静地躺着，要不又会生病了。 
于是奥立弗安安静静地躺在床上，这一方面是由于他打定主意，在任何事情上都要听这位好心老太太的话，另一方面呢，说真的，刚才说了那么一番话，他已经筋疲力尽，不多一会儿就打起盹儿来。不知什么时候，一支点亮的蜡烛移近床边，他醒过来，只见烛光里有一位绅士手里握着一只嘀嗒作响的大号金表，搭了搭他的脉搏，说他已经好得多了。 'You ARE a great deal better, are you not, my dear?' said the gentleman. “我亲爱的，你感觉好得多了，是吗？”这位绅士说。 'Yes, thank you, sir,' replied Oliver. “先生，是的，谢谢你。”奥立弗答道。 'Yes, I know you are,' said the gentleman: 'You're hungry too, an't you?' “喏，我心里有数，你也感到饿了，是吗？” 'No, sir,' answered Oliver. “不饿，先生。”奥立弗回答。 
“唔。是啊，我知道你还没感觉饿。贝德温太太，他不饿。”这位看上去十分渊博的绅士说道。 The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. 老太太很有礼貌地点了一下头，意思好像是她也认为大夫是个非常渊博的人，大夫本人看来也很有同感。 'You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?' said the doctor. “你还是很困，想睡觉，我亲爱的，是不是？”大夫说道。 'No, sir,' replied Oliver. “不，先生。”奥立弗回答。 'No,' said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. 'You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?' “是那么回事，”大夫带着一副非常干练而又心满意足的神气说，“不想再睡了，也不感到口渴，是吗？” 
“不，先生，有点渴。”奥立弗答道。 'Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin,' said the doctor. 'It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?' “和我估计的一样，贝德温太太，”大夫说道，“他感到口渴是很自然的。太太，你可以给他一点茶，外加一点面包，不要抹奶油。别让他睡得过于暖和了，太太，但更要注意别让他感觉到太冷，你懂这个意思吧？” The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. 老太太又点了点头，大夫尝了一下清凉饮料，表示认可，便匆匆离去了。下楼的功夫，他的靴子叽嘎叽嘎直响，俨然一副大亨贵人的派头。 Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and divers moans and chokings. These, however, had no worse effect than causing her to rub her nose very hard, and then fall asleep again. 过了一会儿，奥立弗又迷迷糊糊睡着了，醒来时已经差不多十二点。贝德温太太慈爱地同他道了一声晚安，把他移交给刚来的一位胖胖的老太婆照看，老太婆随身带着一个小包袱，里边放着一部开本不大的祈祷书和一项大睡帽。老太婆戴上睡帽，将祈祷书放在桌子上，告诉奥立弗，自己是来跟他作伴的。老太婆说着把椅子拉到壁炉边上，管自接二连三地打起瞌睡来。她时不时地向前点头哈腰，嘴里咿哩呜噜发出各种声响，忽而又呛得接不上气，连瞌睡也吓跑了，不过，这一切并没有什么不良影响，她顶多也就是使劲揉一揉鼻子，便又陷入了沉睡。 And thus the night crept slowly on. Oliver lay awake for some time, counting the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. 就这样，长夜慢慢逝去。奥立弗醒了一些时间了，他忽而数一数透过灯心草蜡烛罩子投射到天花板上的一个个小光圈，忽而又睡眼朦胧地望着墙壁上复杂的壁纸图案。屋子里幽暗而又寂静，一派庄严肃穆的气氛，这孩子不禁想到，无数个日日夜夜以来，死神一直在这里流连徘徊，可怕的死亡来过了，也许处处都留下了它那阴森可怕的痕迹，奥立弗转过脸，伏在枕头上，热烈地祈祷上苍。 
逐渐地，他进入了谧宁的睡乡，这是一种只有大病初愈的人才能享受到的安宁，一种宁静祥和的休憩，令人舍不得醒来。即便这就是死亡，谁又愿意再度被唤醒，起来面对人生的一切争斗纷扰，一切近忧远虑，而在这一切之上的是，谁愿意再去回首痛苦的往事。 It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. 当奥立弗睁开双眼的时候，已经日上三竿了。他感到神清气爽，心情舒畅。这场大病的危机安然度过了，他重又回到了尘世。 In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. 整整三天，他只能坐在一张安乐椅里，舒舒坦坦地靠在枕头上。他身体依然过于衰弱，不能行走，女管家贝德温太太叫人把他抱到楼下的小房间，这间屋子是属于她的。好心的老太太将奥立弗安顿在壁炉边上，自己也坐了下来，眼见奥立弗身体好多了，她本来还高高兴兴的，却立刻哇哇大哭起来。 'Never mind me, my dear,' said the old lady; 'I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable.' “别见怪，我亲爱的，”老太太说，“我是欢喜才哭的，这是常有的事。你瞧，没事了，真够舒坦的。” 'You're very, very kind to me, ma'am,' said Oliver. “你对我太好了，太太。”奥立弗说。 
“嗳，你可千万别在意，我亲爱的，”老太太说道，“你还是喝你的肉汤吧，顶好这就把汤喝下去。大夫说布朗罗先生今天上午要来看你，咱们得好好打点一下，咱气色越好，他越高兴。”老太太说着，盛上满满一碗肉汤，倒进一口小炖锅里热一热--真浓啊，奥立弗思忖道，要是按规定的浓度掺水，少说也够三百五十个贫民美美地吃一顿了。 'Are you fond of pictures, dear?' inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. “你喜欢图画吗，亲爱的？”老太太见奥立弗目不转睛，看着对面墙上正对着他的椅子挂着的一幅肖像画，就问道。 'I don't quite know, ma'am,' said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; 'I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!' “我一点也不懂，太太，”奥立弗的目光依然没有离开那张油画。“我压根没看过几张画，什么都不懂，那位太太的脸多漂亮，多和气啊。”
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