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“噢，懂，先生，完全懂。”奥立弗答道。 'I would rather you did not mention it to them,' said Harry, hurrying over his words; 'because it might make my mother anxious to write to me oftener, and it is a trouble and worry to her. Let is be a secret between you and me; and mind you tell me everything! I depend upon you.' “你不要向她们提起这件事，”哈利紧赶着把话带了过去，“因为这样一来我母亲会急于更勤地给我写信，这对于她可是一件麻烦和操心的事。这就算是你我之间的一个秘密，别忘了把每件事都告诉我。全靠你了。” Oliver, quite elated and honoured by a sense of his importance, faithfully promised to be secret and explicit in his communications. Mr. Maylie took leave of him, with many assurances of his regard and protection. 奥立弗意识到了自己的重要性，很有几分得意，感到很荣幸，他诚心诚意地保证守口如瓶，实话实说。梅莱先生向他告别，并一再承诺，要多多关心他、保护他。 The doctor was in the chaise; Giles (who, it had been arranged, should be left behind) held the door open in his hand; and the women-servants were in the garden, looking on. Harry cast one slight glance at the latticed window, and jumped into the carriage. 大夫上了马车。凯尔司手扶着打开的车门站在一旁（已经安排好了，他后一步走）。两个女仆在花园里看着他们。哈利朝那扇格子窗偷偷扫了一眼，跳上马车。 'Drive on!' he cried, 'hard, fast, full gallop! Nothing short of flying will keep pace with me, to-day.' “走！”他嚷着说，“使劲，快，用最快速度！今天只有开飞车才合我的心意。” 
“喂喂。”大夫连忙把面前的玻璃放下来，冲着车夫吆喝道，“开什么也别开飞车，这才合我的心意，听见没有？” Jingling and clattering, till distance rendered its noise inaudible, and its rapid progress only perceptible to the eye, the vehicle wound its way along the road, almost hidden in a cloud of dust: now wholly disappearing, and now becoming visible again, as intervening objects, or the intricacies of the way, permitted. It was not until even the dusty cloud was no longer to be seen, that the gazers dispersed. 铃声叮叮，蹄声得得，驿车顺着大路走远了，声音渐渐听不到了，只看见马车在飞速行驶，几乎隐没在飞扬的尘土之中，时而完全消失，时而重新出现，这取决于视线是否受阻或道路情况是否复杂。直到连那一团烟尘也看不见了，注目相送的人才各自散去。 And there was one looker-on, who remained with eyes fixed upon the spot where the carriage had disappeared, long after it was many miles away; for, behind the white curtain which had shrouded her from view when Harry raised his eyes towards the window, sat Rose herself. 驿车早就驶出好几英里开外了，却还有一位送行的人依然用眼睛盯着驿车消逝的那个地方。原来当哈利朝着窗子抬眼望去的时候，露丝本人就坐在那道白色窗帘的后边，窗帘挡住了哈利的视线。 'He seems in high spirits and happy,' she said, at length. 'I feared for a time he might be otherwise. I was mistaken. I am very, very glad.' “他好像很高兴的样子，”她终于开口了，“我一时还担心他会怎么样呢。我估计错了。我真是非常，非常高兴。” Tears are signs of gladness as well as grief; but those which coursed down Rose's face, as she sat pensively at the window, still gazing in the same direction, seemed to tell more of sorrow than of joy. 眼泪是悲哀的信号，也是欢乐的信号。但是，当露丝坐在窗前沉思时，眼睛依旧盯着同一个方向，从她脸上滚落下来的泪水中蕴含着的忧伤却似乎多于欢乐。 
邦布尔先生闷闷不乐地坐在济贫院的一个房间里，眼睛盯着毫无生气的壁炉。因为正值夏季，除了壁炉那冷冰冰、亮闪闪的外表反射回来的几束微弱的日光而外，那里丝毫也看不到明亮一些的光线。一只纸糊的捕蝇笼晃晃悠悠地吊在天花板上，几只不懂事的小虫子绕着花花绿绿的罗网直打转。邦布尔先生偶尔抬起眼睛，忧心忡忡地看它一眼，重重地长叹一声，脸上随即泛起一道更为沮丧的阴影。邦布尔先生正在苦苦思索。也许正是那几只虫子勾起了他心中的一段痛苦的往事。 Nor was Mr. Bumble's gloom the only thing calculated to awaken a pleasing melancholy in the bosom of a spectator. There were not wanting other appearances, and those closely connected with his own person, which announced that a great change had taken place in the position of his affairs. The laced coat, and the cocked hat; where were they? He still wore knee-breeches, and dark cotton stockings on his nether limbs; but they were not THE breeches. The coat was wide-skirted; and in that respect like THE coat, but, oh how different! The mighty cocked hat was replaced by a modest round one. Mr. Bumble was no longer a beadle. 在旁观者心中唤起一种惬意的伤感来的倒也不仅仅是邦布尔先生的悲哀表情。还有一些与他的身份紧密相连的迹象表明，他的境况已经发生了巨大的变化。那件镶边的外套，还有三角帽，它们上哪儿去了？他依旧穿着紧身短裤和深色长统纱袜，但紧身裤已经不是原来的那一条。外套依旧是宽边式的，这一点跟以前那件很相似，可是，哦，真有天壤之别啊。威风凛凛的三角帽换成了一顶谦虚的圆顶帽。邦布尔先生不再是一位干事了。 There are some promotions in life, which, independent of the more substantial rewards they offer, require peculiar value and dignity from the coats and waistcoats connected with them. A field-marshal has his uniform; a bishop his silk apron; a counsellor his silk gown; a beadle his cocked hat. Strip the bishop of his apron, or the beadle of his hat and lace; what are they? Men. Mere men. Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine. 生活中有一些升迁，且不谈它们所带来的更大实惠，其特殊价值和威严来源于与之紧密连接的外套和背心。陆军元帅有陆军元帅的军服，主教有主教的丝绸法衣，律师有律师的绸长袍，一位教区干事就要数他的三角帽了。扒下主教的法衣或者干事的三角帽--他们成了什么了？人，普普通通的人。有些时候，一件外套或者背心，比有些人所想像的更能决定一个人仪表是否威严，气宇够不够神圣。 Mr. Bumle had married Mrs. Corney, and was master of the workhouse. Another beadle had come into power. On him the cocked hat, gold-laced coat, and staff, had all three descended. 邦布尔先生跟柯尼太太结了婚，当上了济贫院的院长。另外一个干事已经上任。三角帽、金边外套和手杖，三大件全都传给了后任。 'And to-morrow two months it was done!' said Mr. Bumble, with a sigh. 'It seems a age.' “到明天，这事就满两个月了。”邦布尔先生叹了口气，说道。“真像是过了整整一辈子。” 
邦布尔先生的意思也许是，他把毕生幸福浓缩到了短短的八个星期里。可那一声长叹--那一声长叹意味深长。 'I sold myself,' said Mr. Bumble, pursuing the same train of relection, 'for six teaspoons, a pair of sugar-tongs, and a milk-pot; with a small quantity of second-hand furniture, and twenty pound in money. I went very reasonable. Cheap, dirt cheap!' “我把自己给卖了，”邦布尔先生追溯着同一条思路。“换了六把茶匙，一把糖夹子，一口奶锅，加上为数不多的几样二手家具，以及二十镑现钱。我卖贱了。便宜了，也太便宜了点。” 'Cheap!' cried a shrill voice in Mr. Bumble's ear: 'you would have been dear at any price; and dear enough I paid for you, Lord above knows that!' “便宜！”一个尖利的声音冲进邦布尔先生的耳朵。“无论出什么价买你都算贵，我为你付出的代价够高的了，上帝心里有数。” Mr. Bumble turned, and encountered the face of his interesting consort, who, imperfectly comprehending the few words she had overheard of his complaint, had hazarded the foregoing remark at a venture. 邦布尔先生转过身来，刚好同他那位斤斤计较的娘子打了个照面，她无意中听到邦布尔先生日出怨言，还没有完全明白那几句话的意思，便劈头盖脸给了他如上的一通抢白。 'Mrs. Bumble, ma'am!' said Mr. Bumble, with a sentimental sternness. “邦布尔太太，夫人！”邦布尔先生严厉的语气中带着一点伤感。 
“怎么啦？”女的嚷道。 'Have the goodness to look at me,' said Mr. Bumble, fixing his eyes upon her. (If she stands such a eye as that,' said Mr. Bumble to himself, 'she can stand anything. It is a eye I never knew to fail with paupers. If it fails with her, my power is gone.') “劳您大驾，看着我的眼睛。”邦布尔先生目不转睛地盯住她说。（“她要是连这样一种眼光都顶得住，”邦布尔先生暗自说道，“那她什么顶不住？我用这种眼光对付贫民，从来就没听说过不灵的。如果败给了她，我的权威就完了。”） Whether an exceedingly small expansion of eye be sufficient to quell paupers, who, being lightly fed, are in no very high condition; or whether the late Mrs. Corney was particularly proof against eagle glances; are matters of opinion. The matter of fact, is, that the matron was in no way overpowered by Mr. Bumble's scowl, but, on the contrary, treated it with great disdain, and even raised a laugh threreat, which sounded as though it were genuine. 对于一班半饥半饱，境况不是最好的贫民来说，是否只要瞪一眼就足以弄得他们服服帖帖，或者说，已故柯尼先生的这位遗孀特别经得起严厉的目光，大家尽可保留各自的见解。事实上，女总管丝毫也没有被邦布尔先生的怒容压倒，恰恰相反，她报以极大的轻蔑，甚至还冲着他发出一阵狂笑，听上去不大像是虚张声势。 On hearing this most unexpected sound, Mr. Bumble looked, first incredulous, and afterwards amazed. He then relapsed into his former state; nor did he rouse himself until his attention was again awakened by the voice of his partner. 听到这完全出乎意料的笑声，邦布尔先生先是不敢相信，随后便惊呆了。接下来他又恢复了刚才的模样，直到他那位搭档的声音又一次唤醒他的注意力，他才回过神来。 'Are you going to sit snoring there, all day?' inquired Mrs. Bumble. “你就成天坐在那儿打呼噜打上一天？”邦布尔太太问道。 
“我认为坐多久合适，我就要在这儿坐多久，夫人，”邦布尔先生回答，“虽说我刚才没有打呼噜，可只要我高兴，我可以打呼噜，打呵欠，打喷嚏，可以笑，也可以哭，这是我的特权。” 'Your PREROGATIVE!' sneered Mrs. Bumble, with ineffable contempt. “你的特权。”邦布尔太太带着说不出的轻蔑，冷笑一声。
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