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①没有成熟的醋栗：英国成语，指没有生活经验，浑然无知等。
在董贝先生抬回家来的这个夜晚，苏珊说话的时候异乎寻常地激动，比往常更缺少标点符号，这是因为当弗洛伦斯打发她下楼去打听他的健康情况时，她不得不向她不共戴天的敌人转达她的口讯；皮普钦太太没有把口讯捎进去让董贝先生知道，而是由她擅自作了一个尼珀姑娘称为傲慢无礼的回答。苏珊•尼珀把这解释为他们秘鲁矿井受害者的专横跋扈和一种不可饶恕的、轻视她小姐的行为；这可以部分说明她之所以格外激动的原因。不过自从董贝先生结婚以后，她的怀疑与不信任是大大地增大了，因为就像她那样性情的大多数人（她们对于一个像弗洛伦斯那样有着不同身份的人是怀着强烈的、真诚的感情的）一样，苏珊是很妒嫉的，她的妒嫉自然是针对着分割了她原先的帝国、插到她们中间来的伊迪丝。苏珊•尼珀看到她的年轻的女主人在她过去受到冷落的家中提高到适当的地位，看到她有她父亲漂亮的妻子当她的伴侣和保护人，这些确实使她感到自豪和高兴，可是她却不能把她的主权的任何一部分毫无怨恨、毫无敌意地让给这位漂亮的夫人，而且她还不难为这找到没有私心的正当理由，因为她敏锐地看出这位夫人的高傲与易怒的性格。所以，尼珀姑娘在董贝先生结婚以后不得不后退一步，从新的背景来观察家庭情况时，坚决相信：董贝夫人不会带来什么好处，可是她在一切可能的场合下总是很谨慎地表示，她没有什么反对她的话好说的。
“苏珊，”弗洛伦斯沉思地坐在桌旁，说道，“现在很晚了，今天我不再需要别的了。”
“唉，弗洛伊小姐，”尼珀回答道，“说实话，我时常希望回到过去的那段时光，那时候我跟您几个钟头坐在一起，坐得比现在还晚，我都累得睡着了，而您却像眼镜一样清醒，从来没有合过一下眼睛，但是现在您的后妈要来和您一起坐着了，弗洛伊小姐，说实话，我对这谢天谢地，我一句反对她的话也没有。”
“我不会忘记，在我没有朋友的时候，谁是我的老朋友，苏珊，”弗洛伦斯温柔地说道，“我永远也不会忘记！”然后她抬起眼睛，用胳膊搂着她的地位低微的朋友的脖子，把她的脸拉下来贴着她的脸，吻了吻，祝她晚安，这使尼珀姑娘感动得抽抽搭搭地哭了起来。
“我亲爱的弗洛伊小姐，”苏珊说道，“现在请允许我再下楼去看看您的爸爸怎样了，我知道您为他非常忧虑不安，请允许我再下楼去，我自己去敲他的门。”
“不，”弗洛伦斯说道，“睡觉去吧。明天早上我们将会听到更多的消息。到早上，我自己来打听。妈妈想必一直在楼下，”弗洛伦斯脸红了，因为她并没有抱这样的希望；“或者她可能现在就在那里。晚安！”
苏珊的心情已经变得十分温柔，所以对董贝夫人是不是可能在照料她的丈夫，她不想说出她的看法，于是就一声不响地离开了。当弗洛伦斯独自留下的时候，她立刻像在其他日子里时常做的那样，用手捂着脸，让眼泪任情地流下来。家庭不和睦和不幸福带来了不幸；她曾经怀着希望（如果这可以称为希望的话），有朝一日能赢得她父亲的喜爱，如今这希望已经破灭了；她对她父亲和伊迪丝之间的关系怀着怀疑与恐惧；她纯洁的心胸同时向往着他们两人；过去在她心中曾经展现过一幅光明的希望与前途的美景，如今这样的结局又在她心中产生了沉痛的失望与惋惜；所有这一切都一齐涌集到她的心头，使她的眼泪簌簌地流了下来。她的母亲和弟弟死了；她的父亲对她漠不关心；伊迪丝反对和抛弃她的父亲，但却爱她并被她所爱；她觉得，她的爱不论落在什么地方，似乎都不会给她带来幸福。这个淡弱的思想很快就被她压了下去，但是产生这个思想的其它思想是太真实、太强烈了，要驱除它们是不可能的，这些思想使夜变得凄凉。
她父亲的形象在这些思念中间出现了，就像整天都曾出现过的那样；他受了伤，身上疼痛，现在躺在他自己的房间里，在孤独寂寞中，忍受着痛苦，度过缓慢的时光；那些应该是对他最亲近的人却没有他身旁照料他。一个使她害怕的思想——他可能死去，再也看不到她，再也不喊她的名字了——使她惊惧，并使她把手紧紧握着；虽然它并不是第一次出现在她心中，但它使她浑身震颤。她在激动的心情中想到再一次偷偷地跑下楼去，并大胆地走到他的门口，当她想到这一点的时候，她哆嗦着。
她在她自己的房间门口听着。公馆里静悄悄的，所有的灯光都熄灭了。她想到，自从她过去常到他房门口去作夜间的参拜以来，到现在已经是很久很久的时间了！她又想到，自从她在半夜里走进他的房间，他把她送到楼梯底以来，到现在已经是很久很久的时间了！
弗洛伦斯现在是豆蔻年华的美丽少女，但是与她父亲仍和幼儿时代一样生疏；现在她怀着一颗和过去同样的孩子的心，甚至带着同一双孩子的可爱的、胆怯的眼睛，披着同样散开的头发，边走边听，偷偷地下了楼，走近他的房间。公馆中没有一个人在走动。为了让空气进去，房门半开着；房间里面十分寂静，她可以听到炉火的燃烧声，还可以数出壁炉架上时钟的嘀嗒声。
她往里面探望。房间里，女管家用一条毯子裹着身子，正在壁炉前的一张安乐椅里熟睡。隔壁房间的门半掩着，门前立着一座屏风；可是那里有灯光，照射在他的床的靠背上。一切都很寂静，她可以从他的呼吸声中知道他睡着了。这使她鼓起勇气，绕过屏风，往他的卧室里探望。
她看到那睡着的脸孔时，大大地吃了一惊，仿佛她事前没有预料到会看到它似的。弗洛伦斯被吸引住，就地站在那里一动不动；如果他这时醒过来的话，那么她也一定会继续站在那里的。
他的前额上有一个伤口，他们把他的头发沾湿了，头发肮脏、错乱地披散在枕头上。他的一条胳膊搁在被子外面，用绷带包扎着。他的脸色十分苍白。可是，弗洛伦斯迅速地看了他一眼，确信他安静地睡着之后，使她站着不动的，并不是这些景象。在她的眼中，使他看去那么庄严的，是与这完全不同、比这具有更多意义的某种东西。
她一生中没有一次看到他的脸时，他的脸上不是因为知道有她在跟前而表露出（或是她想象那样表露出）烦恼不安的神色的；她一生中没有一次看到他的脸时，她的希望不在心中消沉的；在他脸孔那严厉的、毫无爱意的、令人望而生畏的生硬神色面前，她的胆怯的眼光没有一次不低垂下来的。现在当她看着他的时候，她第一次看到他的脸上不再笼罩着那块使她的童年暗淡无光的阴云。寂静的、安宁的夜代替了它。她看到这脸上的一切表情，心想，他可能已睡去了，同时还在祝福她呢。
醒来吧，冷酷的父亲！醒来吧，怏怏不乐的人！时间正在飞逝，钟点正踏着怒气冲冲的步伐来临了。醒来吧！
他的脸上没有变化；当她怀着敬畏的心情注视着它的时候，它那一动不动的、宁静的神色使她回想起那些已经消逝了的脸孔。那些脸孔看去全都是这样平静的。他将会这样平静的；她——他的哭泣着的女儿——也将会这样平静的，谁知道是在什么时候！周围世界上一切爱，一切恨，一切冷淡，全都会这样平静的！如果她做了她正想要去做的事情，那么，当那个时候来到的时候，他将不会感到沉重；对她来说，那个时候也将会是比较轻松的。
她悄悄地走近床边，吸进一口气，同时弯下身子，轻轻地吻了吻他的脸，把她自己的脸在他的脸旁边贴了短短的片刻时间，然后用胳膊环抱着他的枕头，因为她不敢用胳膊去碰到他。
醒来吧，命中注定难免一死的人，当她就在近旁的时候！时间在飞逝，钟点正踏着怒气冲冲的步伐临近了；它的脚已跨进屋里来了。醒来吧！
她在心中祈祷上帝保佑他的父亲，如果可能的话，那么请让他对她的态度温和一些，否则，如果他错了的话，那么就请宽恕他，并原谅她作了这几乎好像是虔诚的祷告。她作了这样的祷告之后，泪眼模糊地回头看了看他，胆怯地、悄悄地向门口走去，走出了他的卧室，穿过另一间房间，离开了。
他现在可以继续睡下去。当他可以睡的时候，他可以继续睡下去。可是当他醒来的时候，让他找一下这个身材苗条的人儿吧！当钟点来到的时候，让他看到她在近旁吧！
当弗洛伦斯偷偷地上楼去的时候，她的心是悲哀和痛苦的。从她到楼下去的时候起，这座寂静的房屋变得更为凄凉了。在这死一般万籁无声的深夜里，在她眼里，她所观察着的睡眠同时具有死和生的庄严。由于她自己行动的神秘性和寂静无声，夜也变得神秘、寂静、沉闷。她不愿意，也感到几乎不能够回到她自己的卧室里去，所以她就转到客厅里；被云遮蔽了的月亮正透过百叶窗把亮光照射进来，她在那里望着外面空荡荡的街道。
风凄凉地吹着。路灯看去是暗淡的，仿佛由于寒冷而颤抖着。在遥远的天空中有什么东西在闪闪烁烁，乍明乍灭，那不是完全黑暗，但也不是亮光；预感凶险的夜颤抖着，辗转不安，就像垂死的人在作最后的挣扎一样。弗洛伦斯记起，当她过去守护在病床旁边的时候，她曾怎样注意到这个凄凉的时刻，并感觉到它的影响，仿佛暗暗地、自然而然地对它感到嫌恶似的。现在它是很令人沮丧的。
这天夜里，她的妈妈没有到她的房间里来，这是她在外面坐得很晚的一个原因。由于心情不安，也由于强烈地渴望跟什么人谈谈话，来摆脱郁闷和寂静气氛的压迫，她就朝着她妈妈睡觉的那个房间走去。
房门里面没有锁上，她的手迟疑不决地碰了碰它，它就平静地开了。她惊奇地看到里面还有明亮的灯光；当她往里面探望的时候，她更惊奇地看到她的妈妈只脱去了一部分衣服，正坐在即将熄灭的壁炉旁边；炉子里的煤火已化为碎屑和灰烬了。她的眼睛全神贯注地看着空中；在她的眼光中，在她的脸上，在她的身姿中，在她紧紧抓住椅臂、仿佛就要跳起来的动作中，流露出十分强烈的情绪，弗洛伦斯看见了感到恐怖。
“妈妈！”她喊道，“怎么了？”
伊迪丝吃了一惊；她脸上露出一种十分奇怪的恐惧的神色，望着弗洛伦斯，弗洛伦斯感到更加恐怖。
“妈妈！”弗洛伦斯急忙走上前去，说道，“亲爱的妈妈，怎么了？”
“我感到不舒服，”伊迪丝颤抖着说道，同时用同样奇怪的神色望着她，“我做了一些恶梦，我亲爱的。”
“还没有上床睡觉吗，妈妈？”
“没有，”她回答道，“我做了一些半醒着的梦。”
她的脸色逐渐和缓下来；她让弗洛伦斯更靠近一些，拥抱着她，亲切地对她说道。“可是我的小鸟在这里做什么呢？
我的小鸟在这里做什么呢？”
“妈妈，今天夜里我没有见到你，也不知道爸爸怎样了，心里感到不安；我——”
弗洛伦斯停住了，不再往下说。
“现在晚了吗？”伊迪丝问道，一边喜爱地把弗洛伦斯那些跟她自己的黑发混合在一起、落在她脸上的卷发梳理回去。
“很晚了，很快就要天亮了。”
“很快就要天亮了！”她惊奇地重复着。
“亲爱的妈妈，你的手怎么了？”弗洛伦斯问道。
伊迪丝迅速地把手缩回去，在片刻间又像先前一样露出那同样奇怪的恐惧的神色，望着她，在这神色中似乎有一种想要隐藏起来不让人看见的极为强烈的愿望，可是她立刻又说道，“没有什么，没有什么，打了一下打伤了。”接着她说道，“我的弗洛伦斯！”然后她胸脯起伏着，纵情大哭起来。
“妈妈！”弗洛伦斯说道，“啊妈妈，我能做什么，我应当做什么，使我们更幸福些？有什么事可以做的吗？”
“没有什么事好做，”她回答道。
“你真相信那样吗？难道这是永远做不到的吗？如果现在我不顾我们达成的协议，把我头脑里所想的说出来，你不会责怪我吗？”弗洛伦斯问道。
“这没有用，”她回答道，“没有用。我已经告诉你，亲爱的，我做了一些恶梦。没有什么能改变它们或防止它们重现。”
“我不明白，”弗洛伦斯注视着她的激动的脸，说道；当她望着它的时候，它似乎阴沉下来了。
“我梦见了一种高傲，”伊迪丝低声说道，“它对于善是毫无能力的，但对于恶却无所不能；我梦见了一种高傲，它在许多可耻的年月中被鼓励着和怂恿着；它从不退缩，除非是退缩到它本身；我梦见了一种高傲，它以一种深深的羞辱感贬损了它的主人，却从来不帮助它的主人大胆地去憎恨这种羞辱或者避开它，或者说，‘不要这样子！’我梦见了一种高傲，如果正确地引导它，它也许会导致较好的结果，可是如果引导错了或误用了，就像这同一位主人所拥有的其他品质的情形一样，那就只能是导致自我轻蔑、狂妄直至毁灭。”
现在她既不看着弗洛伦斯，也不对着她讲话，而是继续这样讲下去，仿佛房间里就只有她一个人一样。
“我梦见了从这种自我轻蔑所产生的和从这种不幸的、无能为力的、可怜的高傲所产生的这样一种漠不关心和冷酷无情，它使得它的主人迈着无精打采的步子，甚至走向圣坛，服从那古老的、熟悉的、指挥的手指——唉，妈妈呀，唉，妈妈呀！——虽然它实际上是唾弃这手指的；而且愿意一劳永逸地憎恨它自己，而不愿意每天忍受新形式的痛苦。卑贱的、可怜的人儿啊！”
这时，她就像弗洛伦斯刚进来的时候那样，怀着激动的、阴沉的情绪看着。
“我还梦见，”她说道，“这个人作了为时已晚的努力去达到一个目的时，她被一只卑劣的脚践踏下去，可是她抬起头来看看践踏她的人。我梦见，她被狗咬伤、追赶、袭击，可是当她被逼得走投无路的时候，她不愿意屈服；是的，只要她不想屈服，她就不能屈服，而是有什么东西驱策着她去恨他，反对他，向他挑战！”
她的紧握着的手把她怀中那只颤抖的胳膊抱得更紧；当她向下看到那张受惊的、困惑的脸时，她自己的脸色平静下来了。“啊，弗洛伦斯！”她说道，“我想我今天夜里近乎发疯了！”接着，她把高傲的头温顺地低垂到她的胸前，又哭了起来。
“不要离开我！在我的近旁吧！我没有别的希望，我的一切希望都寄托在你身上了！”
不久她安静下来一些，对流着眼泪和这么晚还没有去睡觉的弗洛伦斯充满了怜悯。这时天已破晓，伊迪丝用胳膊抱着她，把她放在自己的床上；她自己没有躺下，而是坐在她的身旁，叮嘱她睡去。
“我最亲爱的，你累了，又不快活，应当休息了。”
“亲爱的妈妈，今天夜里我确实不快活，”弗洛伦斯说道，“但是你也累了，也不快活。”
“亲爱的，当你这么挨近我的身旁睡去的时候，我就不会不快活了。”
她们相互接吻；弗洛伦斯精疲力竭，渐渐地进入了温柔的睡乡；但是当她的眼睛闭上，看不到在她身旁的那张脸的时候，她是多么悲伤地想到了楼下的那张脸，因此她把手往伊迪丝那里伸近一点，以便得到一些安慰；可是甚至在这样做的时候，她的动作也是迟疑不决的，唯恐这会背弃他。就这样，她在睡眠中设法使他们两人重新和好，并向他们表示，她同时爱他们两人，但是她不能做到这一点，她醒着时的痛苦成了她的梦的一部分。
伊迪丝坐在旁边，往下看着那乌黑的、潮湿的眼睫毛披垂在发红的脸颊上，而且是温柔地、怜悯地看着，因为她知道真情。可是她自己的眼睛还没有因为想睡而闭上。天愈来愈亮，她却仍旧坐在那里，手中拉着那只宁静的手，守护着，醒着；当她看着那张悄静无声的脸时，她不时低声说道，“在我的近旁吧，弗洛伦斯，我没有别的希望，我的一切希望都寄托在你身上了！”
Chapter 44
A Separation
With the day, though not so early as the sun, uprose Miss Susan Nipper. There was a heaviness in this young maiden's exceedingly sharp black eyes, that abated somewhat of their sparkling, and suggested - which was not their usual character - the possibility of their being sometimes shut. There was likewise a swollen look about them, as if they had been crying over-night. But the Nipper, so far from being cast down, was singularly brisk and bold, and all her energies appeared to be braced up for some great feat. This was noticeable even in her dress, which was much more tight and trim than usual; and in occasional twitches of her head as she went about the house, which were mightily expressive of determination.
In a word, she had formed a determination, and an aspiring one: it being nothing less than this - to penetrate to Mr Dombey's presence, and have speech of that gentleman alone. 'I have often said I would,' she remarked, in a threatening manner, to herself, that morning, with many twitches of her head, 'and now I will!'
Spurring herself on to the accomplishment of this desperate design, with a sharpness that was peculiar to herself, Susan Nipper haunted the hall and staircase during the whole forenoon, without finding a favourable opportunity for the assault. Not at all baffled by this discomfiture, which indeed had a stimulating effect, and put her on her mettle, she diminished nothing of her vigilance; and at last discovered, towards evening, that her sworn foe Mrs Pipchin, under pretence of having sat up all night, was dozing in her own room, and that Mr Dombey was lying on his sofa, unattended.
With a twitch - not of her head merely, this time, but of her whole self - the Nipper went on tiptoe to Mr Dombey's door, and knocked. 'Come in!' said Mr Dombey. Susan encouraged herself with a final twitch, and went in.
Mr Dombey, who was eyeing the fire, gave an amazed look at his visitor, and raised himself a little on his arm. The Nipper dropped a curtsey.
'What do you want?' said Mr Dombey.
'If you please, Sir, I wish to speak to you,' said Susan.
Mr Dombey moved his lips as if he were repeating the words, but he seemed so lost in astonishment at the presumption of the young woman as to be incapable of giving them utterance.
'I have been in your service, Sir,' said Susan Nipper, with her usual rapidity, 'now twelve 'year a waiting on Miss Floy my own young lady who couldn't speak plain when I first come here and I was old in this house when Mrs Richards was new, I may not be Meethosalem, but I am not a child in arms.'
Mr Dombey, raised upon his arm and looking at her, offered no comment on this preparatory statement of fact.
'There never was a dearer or a blesseder young lady than is my young lady, Sir,' said Susan, 'and I ought to know a great deal better than some for I have seen her in her grief and I have seen her in her joy (there's not been much of it) and I have seen her with her brother and I have seen her in her loneliness and some have never seen her, and I say to some and all - I do!' and here the black-eyed shook her head, and slightly stamped her foot; 'that she's the blessedest and dearest angel is Miss Floy that ever drew the breath of life, the more that I was torn to pieces Sir the more I'd say it though I may not be a Fox's Martyr..'
Mr Dombey turned yet paler than his fall had made him, with indignation and astonishment; and kept his eyes upon the speaker as if he accused them, and his ears too, of playing him false.
'No one could be anything but true and faithful to Miss Floy, Sir,' pursued Susan, 'and I take no merit for my service of twelve year, for I love her - yes, I say to some and all I do!' - and here the black-eyed shook her head again, and slightly stamped her foot again, and checked a sob; 'but true and faithful service gives me right to speak I hope, and speak I must and will now, right or wrong.
'What do you mean, woman?' said Mr Dombey, glaring at her. 'How do you dare?'
'What I mean, Sir, is to speak respectful and without offence, but out, and how I dare I know not but I do!'said Susan. 'Oh! you don't know my young lady Sir you don't indeed, you'd never know so little of her, if you did.'
Mr Dombey, in a fury, put his hand out for the bell-rope; but there was no bell-rope on that side of the fire, and he could not rise and cross to the other without assistance. The quick eye of the Nipper detected his helplessness immediately, and now, as she afterwards observed, she felt she had got him.
'Miss Floy,' said Susan Nipper, 'is the most devoted and most patient and most dutiful and beautiful of daughters, there ain't no gentleman, no Sir, though as great and rich as all the greatest and richest of England put together, but might be proud of her and would and ought. If he knew her value right, he'd rather lose his greatness and his fortune piece by piece and beg his way in rags from door to door, I say to some and all, he would!' cried Susan Nipper, bursting into tears, 'than bring the sorrow on her tender heart that I have seen it suffer in this house!'
'Woman,' cried Mr Dombey, 'leave the room.
'Begging your pardon, not even if I am to leave the situation, Sir,' replied the steadfast Nipper, 'in which I have been so many years and seen so much - although I hope you'd never have the heart to send me from Miss Floy for such a cause - will I go now till I have said the rest, I may not be a Indian widow Sir and I am not and I would not so become but if I once made up my mind to burn myself alive, I'd do it! And I've made my mind up to go on.'
Which was rendered no less clear by the expression of Susan Nipper's countenance, than by her words.
'There ain't a person in your service, Sir,' pursued the black-eyed, 'that has always stood more in awe of you than me and you may think how true it is when I make so bold as say that I have hundreds and hundreds of times thought of speaking to you and never been able to make my mind up to it till last night, but last night decided of me.'
Mr Dombey, in a paroxysm of rage, made another grasp at the bell-rope that was not there, and, in its absence, pulled his hair rather than nothing.
'I have seen,' said Susan Nipper, 'Miss Floy strive and strive when nothing but a child so sweet and patient that the best of women might have copied from her, I've seen her sitting nights together half the night through to help her delicate brother with his learning, I've seen her helping him and watching him at other times - some well know when - I've seen her, with no encouragement and no help, grow up to be a lady, thank God! that is the grace and pride of every company she goes in, and I've always seen her cruelly neglected and keenly feeling of it - I say to some and all, I have! - and never said one word, but ordering one's self lowly and reverently towards one's betters, is not to be a worshipper of graven images, and I will and must speak!'
'Is there anybody there?' cried Mr Dombey, calling out. 'Where are the men? where are the women? Is there no one there?'
'I left my dear young lady out of bed late last night,' said Susan, nothing checked, 'and I knew why, for you was ill Sir and she didn't know how ill and that was enough to make her wretched as I saw it did. I may not be a Peacock; but I have my eyes - and I sat up a little in my own room thinking she might be lonesome and might want me, and I saw her steal downstairs and come to this door as if it was a guilty thing to look at her own Pa, and then steal back again and go into them lonely drawing-rooms, a-crying so, that I could hardly bear to hear it. I can not bear to hear it,' said Susan Nipper, wiping her black eyes, and fixing them undauntingly on Mr Dombey's infuriated face. 'It's not the first time I have heard it, not by many and many a time you don't know your own daughter, Sir, you don't know what you're doing, Sir, I say to some and all,' cried Susan Nipper, in a final burst, 'that it's a sinful shame!'
'Why, hoity toity!' cried the voice of Mrs Pipchin, as the black bombazeen garments of that fair Peruvian Miner swept into the room. 'What's this, indeed?'
Susan favoured Mrs Pipchin with a look she had invented expressly for her when they first became acquainted, and resigned the reply to Mr Dombey.
'What's this?' repeated Mr Dombey, almost foaming. 'What's this, Madam? You who are at the head of this household, and bound to keep it in order, have reason to inquire. Do you know this woman?'
