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①指上了釉，擦亮了的。
他的脸是褐色的，结实的，十分引人注目；当他和舅甥两人握手的时候，他脸上露出了喜色；但他似乎生性是一位言辞简洁的人，只是说道：
“事情怎么样？”
“一切都好，”吉尔斯把酒瓶推到他那边，说道。
他拿起酒瓶，细细地看了一下，闻了一下，然后露出异乎寻常的表情，说道：
“是•它吗？”
“是•它，”仪器制造商回答道。
在这之后，他一边往杯子里倒酒，一边吹口哨，似乎在想，他们真正在欢庆节日呢。
“沃尔！”他用钩子梳理了一下稀疏的头发，然后指着仪器制造商，说道，“看着他！爱他！尊敬他！并服从他！翻一下你的《教义问答》，把这一段话找到①，找到的时候把书页折一下。祝你成功，我的孩子！”
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①“爱他！尊敬他！并服从他！”，这实际上是在婚礼仪式上说的话，并不是《教义问答》中的话。船长记错了。
他对这段语录和他的引用都十分满意，因此情不自禁地低声重复说着这段话，并说他在这四十年中已把它们忘记了。
“不过，吉尔斯，在我一生中还不曾发生过我不知道到哪里去找到我所需要的两、三个字的，”他说道，“因此，我不像有些人那样爱讲废话。”
这个意见也许提醒他，他最好像年轻的诺瓦尔①的父亲一样，“增加他的储存”，使他的知识更丰富一些。不管怎么样，他沉默下来，而且保持着沉默，直到老所尔离开餐桌到店铺里去点灯的时候，他才转向沃尔特，没有开场白，就说道：
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①诺瓦尔（Norval）：苏格兰戏剧家琼•霍姆（JoneHom，1722—1808年）所写悲剧《道格拉斯》（Douglas）中的主人翁；该悲剧的主题取自苏格兰的叙事诗。
“我想如果他试一试的话，他能做出一只钟。”
“我对这不会奇怪，卡特尔船长，”孩子回答道。
“这只钟还能走！”船长用钩子在空中划了一道像一种蛇一样的线条，“我的天主，那种怎么会走哪！”
在一两秒钟的时间内，他似乎完全出神地在思考着这只理想的钟走动的快慢，并坐在那里看着孩子，仿佛他的脸是针盘似的。
“可是他脑子里装满了科学，”他用钩子指着那些存货，说道，“往这里看一看吧！这里是这些东西的集合：泥土、空气或水。这里全都有了。只要说一下你准备到哪里去就行了。你想乘汽球到天上去吗？那你就到那里了！你想乘潜水艇到水底下去吗？那你就到那里了！你是不是想把北极星放到天平上去称一称？他会给你办到。”
从这些话中可以看出，卡特尔船长对这些仪器的存货怀着深深的敬意；也可以看出，他对买卖这些仪器与发明这些仪器之间的区别没有什么理解或完全不理解。
“啊！”他叹了一口气，说道，“懂得它们是一件好事，可是不懂得它们也是一件好事。我真不知道哪一件更好一些。坐在这里，觉得你可能被称，被计量，被放大，被通电，被给以极性，被伤害，但却不知道是怎样做到这些的，这是一件愉快的事情。”
除了这奇妙的马德拉葡萄酒加上这令人高兴的时刻（他需要利用这时刻来提高和发展沃尔特的智力）之外，没有什么能打开他的话匣子，使他发表出这番精彩的言论。他自己似乎也感到很惊奇，这马德拉酒用这样一种方式使他看到了这十年来每逢星期天他在这客厅里吃晚饭时所享有的默默的喜悦的源泉。然后他变得忧伤，也更为慎重，就沉思着，默默无言。
“听着！”他所钦佩的对象回来了，喊道，“在你喝掺水的烈酒之前，内德，我们必须把这一瓶喝光。”
“做好准备！①”内德把他的酒杯倒满，说道，“给这孩子再倒一些。”
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①做好准备（standby）：船长命令船员们准备抛锚或准备执行其他任务时的用语。卡特尔船长时常讲这句话。
“不要了，谢谢你，舅舅！”
“不，不，”所尔说道，“再喝一点儿。我们得把这一瓶喝光，为公司干杯，内德——为沃尔特的公司干杯。是呀，有朝一日这个公司也可能将部分地属于他的呢。谁知道呢？理查德•惠廷顿①爵士不是娶了他主人的女儿吗？”
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①这本小说中多次提到英国民间故事中的主人翁理查德•惠廷顿（RichardWhittington）。根据这个民间传说，500多年前，可怜的孤儿迪克（即理查德•惠廷顿）从农村到伦敦去碰运气，后来被善良的富商菲茨沃德收留，在他家中做工。迪克受不了厨娘的虐待，在一个万圣节的早上从家中逃出去。当他来到海盖特，在路边坐下来，不知该走哪条路的时候，突然在宁静的早晨的空气中传来了鲍教堂的钟声，仿佛对他说：“回去吧，惠廷顿，您是一个好公民。回去吧，惠廷顿，伦敦的市长！”钟声一遍又一遍地说着同样的话。于是他站起来转身顺原路回到主人家中，没有被人发现。北非有一个国家巴巴里耗子横行，国王由于从富商的商船中得到迪克送去出卖的小猫，制服了鼠害，就用贵重的宝石来换小猫，于是迪克发了大财。他和主人的女儿艾丽斯极为相爱，后来结了婚。此后不久，理查德•惠廷顿爵士三次出任伦敦市长。
“回去吧，惠廷顿，伦敦的市长，！当你老了的时候，你将永远也不会再离开它了，”船长打断他的话，说道，“沃尔，翻一翻书本，我的孩子。”
“只不过董贝先生没有女儿，”所尔开始说道。
“不，不，他有，舅舅，”孩子红着脸，大笑着说道。
“他有吗？”老人喊道。“不错，我想他也有女儿。”
“啊，我知道他有，”孩子说道。“公司里有些人今天还在办公室里谈起这些事。舅舅，卡特尔船长，”他压低了声音，“他们说他不喜欢她，不关心她，让她跟仆人住在一起；他的心思完全往一个地方想，就是要让他的儿子担任公司的合伙人；所以虽然他的儿子现在还只不过是个婴孩，可是他现在却要求公司的帐目比过去结得更勤一些，帐本比过去记得更细一些，甚至还有人看见他（他自以为没有被人看见）在码头上散步，一边望着他的商船和货物以及其他这一类东西，仿佛他看到他和他儿子将要共同占有这一切，于是就感到兴高采烈了。这是他们所说的。我当然什么也不知道。”
“你看，他已经了解了她的一切，”仪器制造商说道。
“胡说，舅舅，”孩子仍旧红着脸，大笑着，孩子气地喊道。“我怎么能不听到他们告诉我的话呢？”
“我担心，内德，这个儿子现在有些妨碍我们，”老人开玩笑地说道。
“非常妨碍，”船长说道。
“尽管这样，我们还是要为他祝酒，”所尔继续说道，“所以让我们来为董贝父子干杯！”
“啊，好极了，舅舅，”孩子开心地说道，“既然你们已经谈到了她，又把我跟她扯在一起，而且还说我已经了解了她的一切，那么我将不揣冒昧地把这祝酒词修改一下。让我们来为董贝父——子——女干杯！”
Chapter 5
Paul's Progress and Christening
Little Paul, suffering no contamination from the blood of the Toodles, grew stouter and stronger every day. Every day, too, he was more and more ardently cherished by Miss Tox, whose devotion was so far appreciated by Mr Dombey that he began to regard her as a woman of great natural good sense, whose feelings did her credit and deserved encouragement. He was so lavish of this condescension, that he not only bowed to her, in a particular manner, on several occasions, but even entrusted such stately recognitions of her to his sister as 'pray tell your friend, Louisa, that she is very good,' or 'mention to Miss Tox, Louisa, that I am obliged to her;'specialities which made a deep impression on the lady thus distinguished.
Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born, in Kirby, Beard and Kirby's Best Mixed Pins, it therefore naturally devolved upon her to greet him with all other forms of welcome in all other early stages of his existence - or whether her overflowing goodness induced her to volunteer into the domestic militia as a substitute in some sort for his deceased Mama - or whether she was conscious of any other motives - are questions which in this stage of the Firm's history herself only could have solved. Nor have they much bearing on the fact (of which there is no doubt), that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards, who lost flesh hourly under her patronage, and was in some danger of being superintended to death.
Miss Tox was often in the habit of assuring Mrs Chick, that nothing could exceed her interest in all connected with the development of that sweet child;' and an observer of Miss Tox's proceedings might have inferred so much without declaratory confirmation. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir, with ineffable satisfaction, almost with an air of joint proprietorship with Richards in the entertainment. At the little ceremonies of the bath and toilette, she assisted with enthusiasm. The administration of infantine doses of physic awakened all the active sympathy of her character; and being on one occasion secreted in a cupboard (whither she had fled in modesty), when Mr Dombey was introduced into the nursery by his sister, to behold his son, in the course of preparation for bed, taking a short walk uphill over Richards's gown, in a short and airy linen jacket, Miss Tox was so transported beyond the ignorant present as to be unable to refrain from crying out, 'Is he not beautiful Mr Dombey! Is he not a Cupid, Sir!' and then almost sinking behind the closet door with confusion and blushes.
'Louisa,' said Mr Dombey, one day, to his sister, 'I really think I must present your friend with some little token, on the occasion of Paul's christening. She has exerted herself so warmly in the child's behalf from the first, and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world, I am sorry to say), that it would really be agreeable to me to notice her.'
Let it be no detraction from the merits of Miss Tox, to hint that in Mr Dombey's eyes, as in some others that occasionally see the light, they only achieved that mighty piece of knowledge, the understanding of their own position, who showed a fitting reverence for his. It was not so much their merit that they knew themselves, as that they knew him, and bowed low before him.
'My dear Paul,' returned his sister, 'you do Miss Tox but justice, as a man of your penetration was sure, I knew, to do. I believe if there are three words in the English language for which she has a respect amounting almost to veneration, those words are, Dombey and Son.'
'Well,' said Mr Dombey, 'I believe it. It does Miss Tox credit.'
'And as to anything in the shape of a token, my dear Paul,' pursued his sister, 'all I can say is that anything you give Miss Tox will be hoarded and prized, I am sure, like a relic. But there is a way, my dear Paul, of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner, if you should be so inclined.'
'How is that?' asked Mr Dombey.
'Godfathers, of course,' continued Mrs Chick, 'are important in point of connexion and influence.'
'I don't know why they should be, to my son, said Mr Dombey, coldly.
'Very true, my dear Paul,' retorted Mrs Chick, with an extraordinary show of animation, to cover the suddenness of her conversion; 'and spoken like yourself. I might have expected nothing else from you. I might have known that such would have been your opinion. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again, as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing, if it were only as deputy and proxy for someone else. That it would be received as a great honour and distinction, Paul, I need not say.
'Louisa,' said Mr Dombey, after a short pause, 'it is not to be supposed - '
'Certainly not,' cried Mrs Chick, hastening to anticipate a refusal, 'I never thought it was.'
Mr Dombey looked at her impatiently.
'Don't flurry me, my dear Paul,' said his sister; 'for that destroys me. I am far from strong. I have not been quite myself, since poor dear Fanny departed.'
Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes, and resumed:
'It is not be supposed, I say 'And I say,' murmured Mrs Chick, 'that I never thought it was.'
'Good Heaven, Louisa!' said Mr Dombey.
'No, my dear Paul,' she remonstrated with tearful dignity, 'I must really be allowed to speak. I am not so clever, or so reasoning, or so eloquent, or so anything, as you are. I know that very well. So much the worse for me. But if they were the last words I had to utter - and last words should be very solemn to you and me, Paul, after poor dear Fanny - I would still say I never thought it was. And what is more,' added Mrs Chick with increased dignity, as if she had withheld her crushing argument until now, 'I never did think it was.' Mr Dombey walked to the window and back again.
'It is not to be supposed, Louisa,' he said (Mrs Chick had nailed her colours to the mast, and repeated 'I know it isn't,' but he took no notice of it), 'but that there are many persons who, supposing that I recognised any claim at all in such a case, have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's. But I do not. I recognise no such thing. Paul and myself will be able, when the time comes, to hold our own - the House, in other words, will be able to hold its own, and maintain its own, and hand down its own of itself, and without any such common-place aids. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children, I can afford to despise; being above it, I hope. So that Paul's infancy and childhood pass away well, and I see him becoming qualified without waste of time for the career on which he is destined to enter, I am satisfied. He will make what powerful friends he pleases in after-life, when he is actively maintaining - and extending, if that is possible - the dignity and credit of the Firm. Until then, I am enough for him, perhaps, and all in all. I have no wish that people should step in between us. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend. Therefore let it be so; and your husband and myself will do well enough for the other sponsors, I daresay.'
In the course of these remarks, delivered with great majesty and grandeur, Mr Dombey had truly revealed the secret feelings of his breast. An indescribable distrust of anybody stepping in between himself and his son; a haughty dread of having any rival or partner in the boy's respect and deference; a sharp misgiving, recently acquired, that he was not infallible in his power of bending and binding human wills; as sharp a jealousy of any second check or cross; these were, at that time the master keys of his soul. In all his life, he had never made a friend. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one, nor found one. And now, when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition, it seemed as if its icy current, instead of being released by this influence, and running clear and free, had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden, and then frozen with it into one unyielding block.
Elevated thus to the godmothership of little Paul, in virtue of her insignificance, Miss Tox was from that hour chosen and appointed to office; and Mr Dombey further signified his pleasure that the ceremony, already long delayed, should take place without further postponement. His sister, who had been far from anticipating so signal a success, withdrew as soon as she could, to communicate it to her best of friends; and Mr Dombey was left alone in his library. He had already laid his hand upon the bellrope to convey his usual summons to Richards, when his eye fell upon a writing-desk, belonging to his deceased wife, which had been taken, among other things, from a cabinet in her chamber. It was not the first time that his eye had lighted on it He carried the key in his pocket; and he brought it to his table and opened it now - having previously locked the room door - with a well-accustomed hand.
From beneath a leaf of torn and cancelled scraps of paper, he took one letter that remained entire. Involuntarily holding his breath as he opened this document, and 'bating in the stealthy action something of his arrogant demeanour, he s at down, resting his head upon one hand, and read it through.
He read it slowly and attentively, and with a nice particularity to every syllable. Otherwise than as his great deliberation seemed unnatural, and perhaps the result of an effort equally great, he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him. When he had read it through, he folded and refolded it slowly several times, and tore it carefully into fragments. Checking his hand in the act of throwing these away, he put them in his pocket, as if unwilling to trust them even to the chances of being re-united and deciphered; and instead of ringing, as usual, for little Paul, he sat solitary, all the evening, in his cheerless room.
There was anything but solitude in the nursery; for there, Mrs Chick and Miss Tox were enjoying a social evening, so much to the disgust of Miss Susan Nipper, that that young lady embraced every opportunity of making wry faces behind the door. Her feelings were so much excited on the occasion, that she found it indispensable to afford them this relief, even without having the comfort of any audience or sympathy whatever. As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts, and wildernesses, and other savage places where there was no probability of there ever being anybody to read them, so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes, put away winks of disparagement in cupboards, shed derisive squints into stone pitchers, and contradict and call names out in the passage.
The two interlopers, however, blissfully unconscious of the young lady's sentiments, saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing, airy exercise, supper and bed; and then sat down to tea before the fire. The two children now lay, through the good offices of Polly, in one room; and it was not until the ladies were established at their tea-table that, happening to look towards the little beds, they thought of Florence.
'How sound she sleeps!' said Miss Tox.
'Why, you know, my dear, she takes a great deal of exercise in the course of the day,' returned Mrs Chick, 'playing about little Paul so much.'
'She is a curious child,' said Miss Tox.
'My dear,' retorted Mrs Chick, in a low voice: 'Her Mama, all over!'
