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格林维格先生最后夸下了这一句海口，他每次提出一种主张，几乎都要用这句话作为后盾。以他的具体情况而言，这一点就更不可思议了，因为即使是为了作出这种论证，承认科学上可能出现的种种进步已经到了一位绅士能够在本人有这种意愿时吃下自己的脑袋的程度，但格林维格先生的头硕大无比，就是世间最自信的人也不敢指望一顿把它吃下去--姑且完全不考虑上边还抹着厚厚的一层发粉。 'I'll eat my head, sir,' repeated Mr. Grimwig, striking his stick upon the ground. 'Hallo! what's that!' looking at Oliver, and retreating a pace or two. “我可以把脑袋吃下去，先生，”格林维格先生重复了一句，一边用手杖敲了敲地板。“嗳，这是什么。”他打量着奥立弗，向后退了两步。 'This is young Oliver Twist, whom we were speaking about,' said Mr. Brownlow. “这就是小奥立弗·退斯特，我们前次谈到的就是他。”布朗罗先生说。 Oliver bowed. 奥立弗鞠了一躬。 'You don't mean to say that's the boy who had the fever, I hope?' said Mr. Grimwig, recoiling a little more. 'Wait a minute! Don't speak! Stop--' continued Mr. Grimwig, abruptly, losing all dread of the fever in his triumph at the discovery; 'that's the boy who had the orange! If that's not the boy, sir, who had the orange, and threw this bit of peel upon the staircase, I'll eat my head, and his too.' “但愿你该不是说他就是那个患热症的小男孩吧？”格林维格先生说着又往后退了几步。“慢着。别吭声。停--”格林维格先生继续说道，猝然间，他又有了新发现，不禁得意起来，对热症的满腹疑惧顿时化为乌有。“他就是吃桔子的那个孩子。假如不是这个孩子吃了桔子，又把这一片桔子皮扔在楼梯上的话，老兄，我可以把我的脑袋连同他的一道吃下去。” 
“不，不，他没吃过桔子，”布朗罗先生大笑，“行了。摘下帽子，同我的年轻朋友谈一谈。” 'I feel strongly on this subject, sir,' said the irritable old gentleman, drawing off his gloves. 'There's always more or less orange-peel on the pavement in our street; and I KNOW it's put there by the surgeon's boy at the corner. A young woman stumbled over a bit last night, and fell against my garden-railings; directly she got up I saw her look towards his infernal red lamp with the pantomime-light. "Don't go to him," I called out of the window, "he's an assassin! A man-trap!" So he is. If he is not--' Here the irascible old gentleman gave a great knock on the ground with his stick; which was always understood, by his friends, to imply the customary offer, whenever it was not expressed in words. Then, still keeping his stick in his hand, he sat down; and, opening a double eye-glass, which he wore attached to a broad black riband, took a view of Oliver: who, seeing that he was the object of inspection, coloured, and bowed again. “先生，我对这个问题很有感触，”这位容易上火动怒的老绅士一边把手套脱下来，一边说，“我们这条街人行道上老是多多少少有几块桔子皮什么的，我知道，是拐角上那个外科大夫的儿子丢在那儿的。昨晚上有一位年轻妇女就在上边滑了一跤，撞在我家花园的栏杆上。她一爬起来，我看见她一个劲地往他那盏该死的红灯①瞅，那整个就是马戏团的灯光广告。‘你别到他那儿去，’我打窗户里往外喊，‘他就是凶手。专门坑人。’事实也是如此。假若他不是--”说到这里，暴躁的老绅士又用手杖使劲在地上顿了一下，朋友们向来就明白这个动作的意思，每当词不达意的时候，他就会把这句口头样搬出来。随后他依旧握着手杖，坐下来，打开一副用黑色的宽带子挂在身上的的眼镜，看了看奥立弗，奥立弗见自己成了审查对象，脸唰地红了，又鞠了一躬。 'That's the boy, is it?' said Mr. Grimwig, at length. “他就是那个孩子。是吗？”格林维格先生终于问道。 'That's the boy,' replied Mr. Brownlow. “是那个孩子。”布朗罗先生回答。 'How are you, boy?' said Mr. Grimwig. “孩子，你好吗？”格林维格先生说。 
“好多了，先生，谢谢你。”奥立弗答道。 Mr Brownlow, seeming to apprehend that his singular friend was about to say something disagreeable, asked Oliver to step downstairs and tell Mrs. Bedwin they were ready for tea; which, as he did not half like the visitor's manner, he was very happy to do. 布朗罗先生似乎意识到了，这位脾气古怪的朋友就要说出一些不中听的话来，便打发奥立弗下楼去告诉贝德温太太，他们准备用茶点。奥立弗一点也不喜欢客人的风度，便高高兴兴地下楼去了。 'He is a nice-looking boy, is he not?' inquired Mr. Brownlow. “这孩子很漂亮，是不是？”布朗罗先生问道。 'I don't know,' replied Mr. Grimwig, pettishly. “我不知道。”格林维格先生没好气地说。 'Don't know?' “不知道？” 
“是啊，我不知道。我从来看不出小毛孩子有什么两样的。我只知道有两类孩子。一类是粉脸，一类是肉脸。” 'And which is Oliver?' “奥立弗是哪一类的呢？” 'Mealy. I know a friend who has a beef-faced boy; a fine boy, they call him; with a round head, and red cheeks, and glaring eyes; a horrid boy; with a body and limbs that appear to be swelling out of the seams of his blue clothes; with the voice of a pilot, and the appetite of a wolf. I know him! The wretch!' “粉脸。我认识一位朋友，他儿子就属于肉脸，他们还管他叫好孩子--圆圆的脑袋，脸蛋红扑扑的，一双眼睛也挺亮，可压根儿就是一个可恶透顶的孩子，身子和手脚四肢像是快把他一身蓝衣裳的线缝都撑破了，嗓门跟领港员差不多，还有一副狼的胃口。我认识他。这个坏蛋。” 'Come,' said Mr. Brownlow, 'these are not the characteristics of young Oliver Twist; so he needn't excite your wrath.' “行了，”布朗罗先生说，“小奥立弗·退斯特可不像那样，不至于激起你的火气来啊。” 'They are not,' replied Mr. Grimwig. 'He may have worse.' “是不像那个样子，”格林维格先生回答，“没准还要坏。” 
谈到这里，布朗罗先生有点不耐烦地咳嗽起来，格林维格先生看来却感到有说不出的欣慰。 'He may have worse, I say,' repeated Mr. Grimwig. 'Where does he come from! Who is he? What is he? He has had a fever. What of that? Fevers are not peculiar to good peope; are they? Bad people have fevers sometimes; haven't they, eh? I knew a man who was hung in Jamaica for murdering his master. He had had a fever six times; he wasn't recommended to mercy on that account. Pooh! nonsense!' “没准还要坏呢。”格林维格先生重复了一遍。“他打哪儿来？姓什么叫什么？是干什么的？他得过热症，那又怎么样？热症不是只有好人才会生，不是吗？坏人有时候也会染上热症，对不对，啊？我认识一个人，他在牙买加因为谋杀主人给绞死了，他就患过六次热症，并没有因此得到宽恕。呸。那是胡说八道。” Now, the fact was, that in the inmost recesses of his own heart, Mr. Grimwig was strongly disposed to admit that Oliver's appearance and manner were unusually prepossessing; but he had a strong appetite for contradiction, sharpened on this occasion by the finding of the orange-peel; and, inwardly determining that no man should dictate to him whether a boy was well-looking or not, he had resolved, from the first, to oppose his friend. When Mr. Brownlow admitted that on no one point of inquiry could he yet return a satisfactory answer; and that he had postponed any investigation into Oliver's previous history until he thought the boy was strong enough to hear it; Mr. Grimwig chuckled maliciously. And he demanded, with a sneer, whether the housekeeper was in the habit of counting the plate at night; because if she didn't find a table-spoon or two missing some sunshiny morning, why, he would be content to--and so forth. 当时的情况是，从内心深处说，格林维格先生很想承认奥立弗的仪表举止都非常讨人欢喜，可是，他生来喜欢抬杠，这一次因为拾到那块桔子皮，就更要抬抬杠了。他暗自打定主意，谁也别想对自己发号施令，说什么一个小孩漂亮还是不漂亮，打一开始他就决心跟自己的朋友过过招。布朗罗先生承认，到目前为止没有一个问题他能给出令人满意的答案，他已经把考察奥立弗以往经历的事搁到一边，等到他认为那孩子经受得住的时候再说。这时，格林维格先生冷冷一笑，不无嘲讽地问，管家有没有晚间清点餐具的规矩，因为，只要她在某一个阳光明媚的早晨没发现有一两只银汤匙不翼而飞的话，嗨，他甘愿--云云。 All this, Mr. Brownlow, although himself somewhat of an impetuous gentleman: knowing his friend's peculiarities, bore with great good humour; as Mr. Grimwig, at tea, was graciously pleased to express his entire approval of the muffins, matters went on very smoothly; and Oliver, who made one of the party, began to feel more at his ease than he had yet done in the fierce old gentleman's presence. 尽管布朗罗先生本人也是一位急性子绅士，可他深知朋友的怪脾气，对这一切他还是带着少有的好兴致照单全收。喝茶的时候，格林维格先生满面春风，对松饼大加赞许。气氛十分融洽。奥立弗也在座，他逐渐感到自己不像刚见到这位凶巴巴的老绅士时那样紧张了。 'And when are you going to hear at full, true, and particular account of the life and adventures of Oliver Twist?' asked Grimwig of Mr. Brownlow, at the conclusion of the meal; looking sideways at Oliver, as he resumed his subject. “你什么时候才能原原本本详详细细听到有关奥立弗·退斯特的生活遭遇的故事呢？”吃过茶点，格林维格先生斜着眼睛盯住奥立弗，重新提起了这件事。 
“明天上午，”布朗罗先生回答，“到时候我希望就他一个人在我这儿。明天上午十点钟到我这里来，亲爱的。” 'Yes, sir,' replied Oliver. He answered with some hesitation, because he was confused by Mr. Grimwig's looking so hard at him. “好的，先生。”奥立弗答道。因为格林维格先生老是盯着自己，目光又是那样冷峻，他有点心神不定，回答起来不免有些犹豫。 'I'll tell you what,' whispered that gentleman to Mr. Brownlow; 'he won't come up to you to-morrow morning. I saw him hesitate. He is deceiving you, my good friend.' “我跟你说句话，”格林维格先生低声对布朗罗先生说道，“明天上午他不会来找你的，我看他还没打定主意，他在骗你呢，我的好朋友。” 'I'll swear he is not,' replied Mr. Brownlow, warmly. “我可以起誓他不会的。”布朗罗先生温和地答道。
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