He could not even remember whether he had often said to Florence, 'Oh Floy, take me home, and never leave me!' but he thought he had. He fancied sometimes he had heard himself repeating, 'Take me home, Floy! take me home!'
But he could remember, when he got home, and was carried up the well-remembered stairs, that there had been the rumbling of a coach for many hours together, while he lay upon the seat, with Florence still beside him, and old Mrs Pipchin sitting opposite. He remembered his old bed too, when they laid him down in it: his aunt, Miss Tox, and Susan: but there was something else, and recent too, that still perplexed him.
'I want to speak to Florence, if you please,' he said. 'To Florence by herself, for a moment!'
She bent down over him, and the others stood away.
'Floy, my pet, wasn't that Papa in the hall, when they brought me from the coach?'
'Yes, dear.'
'He didn't cry, and go into his room, Floy, did he, when he saw me coming in?'
Florence shook her head, and pressed her lips against his cheek.
'I'm very glad he didn't cry,' said little Paul. 'I thought he did. Don't tell them that I asked.'
当暑假临近的时候，聚集在布林伯博士学校中的眼睛没有光泽的年轻的先生们没有有失体统地作出任何表示，来表露他们的高兴。任何像“散伙了”这样一些激烈的措辞，对于这个崇尚礼仪的学校来说，都是很不合适的。年轻的先生们每半年启程回家一次；但他们从来不散伙。他们会蔑视这种行动。
托泽按照他母亲托泽夫人的明确的意愿，佩戴了一条浆过的白色麻纱围巾，并经常被它擦伤、弄痛。他母亲立意要他接受一个教会的职位，并认为他预先做好准备愈早愈好。托泽确实曾经说过，如果两害相权取其轻的话，他想他宁可留在现在的地方，而不回家去。他的这个声明与他论述这个问题的一篇论文中的一段看来可能是矛盾的；他在那段文章中说，“对家的思念与所有的回忆在他心中唤醒了期待与喜悦的最愉快的情感”；他还把自己比作一位罗马将军，由于新近战胜爱西尼①而得意扬扬，或者满载着从迦太基掠夺来的战利品向前行进，还有几个小时的路程就可以到达朱庇特神殿②；可以推测，他在这里为了比喻，是把朱庇特神殿比作托泽夫人的寓所；但是尽管这样，他的那个声明是十分真诚作出的。因为托泽似乎有一位严厉可怕的伯父，他不仅自告奋勇，在假期中考问他一些深奥难解的问题，而且还抓住一些无害的事件与事情，耍弄花招，以达到同样残酷的目的。因此，如果这位伯父要领他到戏院看戏，或者在出于善意的类似借口下，领他去看一个大汉，或一个矮子，或一个邪术家，或不论是什么，托泽知道他必须事先读一读经典著作中在这个问题上提到过的一些话，因此他就处在一种极为忧虑不安的状态中，不知道伯父在什么时候会大发脾气，也不知道他会引用什么权威的话来反对他。
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①爱西尼（Iceni）：古不列颠部落，国王普拉苏塔古斯（Prasutagus）是罗马人的傀儡，罗马人企图在他死后吞并爱西尼，因此王后布狄卡（Boudica）率军反抗，罗马人打败了他们，并大杀爱西尼人。结果只剩下一个小部落。
②朱庇特神殿（Capitol）：朱庇特（Jupiter），也译朱比特，是罗马传说中的主神。
至于布里格斯，他的父亲决不要弄手腕。他不让他有片刻安宁。在假期中对这位年轻人进行的智力测验是那么繁多与严格，因此这个家庭的朋友们（当时住在伦敦堤水附近），每当走近肯辛顿花园中那个点缀性的水池时，心中很少不模糊地担心会看到布里格斯少爷的帽子漂浮在水面，而他未完成的练习则搁在岸边。因此，布里格斯对于假期完全不是满怀希望的；小保罗卧室中这两位同住者与所有其他年轻的先生们的情况十分相似；他们当中性格最灵活的人也是有教养地抱着听随天意的心情期待着这些假日的来临。
小保罗的情况却完全不一样。这头一个暑假一结束，他就要跟弗洛伦斯离别，可是暑假还没有开始呢，谁会去想到它的结束呢？保罗肯定不会去想。当快乐的时光愈来愈临近的时候，卧室墙上爬着的狮子和老虎变得十分驯服和爱闹着玩了。铺地板的漆布上的正方形与菱形中那些严厉的、狡猾的脸孔变得温和起来，不是用过去那样恶意的眼睛来窥视他了。那庄严的老时钟在它那遵守礼节的问话中语气变得更为关心人了；永不宁静的大海像先前一样整夜滚滚流动，伴随着它的是那忧郁而又令人愉快的音调，它随着波浪起伏而抑扬变化，仿佛在给他催眠。
文学士菲德先生似乎认为他也将好好地享受享受假日的乐趣。图茨先生打算从这次暑假开始，他整整一生都将过着假日的生活；因为他每天照例都要告诉保罗，这是他在布林伯博士的学校中的“最后半年”，他将立即开始继承他的财产。
保罗与图茨先生完全明白，他们虽然在年龄与身份上存在着差别，但是他们是亲密的朋友。随着假期临近，图茨先生在跟保罗待在一起的时候比过去哮喘得更加厉害，眼睛凝视着的次数也更多了；保罗知道，他这样是为了表示他对他们即将分离、不能相互见面而感到悲伤；保罗很感谢他的保护与好感。
甚至连布林伯博士、布林伯夫人和布林伯小姐以及所有的年轻的先生们也都明白，图茨不知怎么的，已自命为董贝的保护者与监护人了；这个情况甚至连皮普钦太太也都看得清清楚楚，所以这位善良的老太婆对图茨怀着怨恨与妒嫉的心情，在自己家里的圣堂中不断地斥责他是个“无知无识的傻瓜蛋”。然而天真无邪的图茨丝毫没有想到他已引起皮普钦太太的愤怒，就像他丝毫也没有其他确定的想法一样。相反的，他爱把她看作是个具有很多优点、极为出色的女士；由于这个缘故，在她看望保罗的过程中，他总是那么彬彬有礼地向她微笑，那么频繁地问她她好吗，因此终于有一夜她直言不讳地告诉他，不论他会怎么想，她对这不习惯；她不能忍受，也不想忍受这种情况，不论这是出自于他本人或出自于其他狂妄自大的臭小子。图茨先生的礼貌受到这样意想不到的报答，使他大为恐慌，所以他就隐藏到一个僻静的地方，直到她走开为止。从那时起，在布林伯博士的学校里，他再也没有面对着这位刚强的皮普钦太太。
离假期还有两三个星期的时候，有一天科妮莉亚•布林伯把保罗喊到她房间里，说：“董贝，我将把对您的分析评语寄到您的家里去。”
“谢谢您，夫人，”保罗回答道。
“您知道我说的是什么吗，董贝？”布林伯小姐通过眼镜严厉地看着他，问道。
“不知道，夫人，”保罗说道。
“董贝，董贝，”布林伯小姐说道，“我开始担心，您是个不可救药的孩子了。当您不知道一个语句的意义的时候，您为什么不要求解释呢？”
“皮普钦太太告诉我，我不许问问题，”保罗回答道。
“我得请求您不论在什么情况下也不要对我提到皮普钦太太，”布林伯小姐回答道。“我不能允许这样做。我们这里的学习课程跟任何那一类东西有着天渊之别。如果再重复这样的话，那就会迫使我要求您在明天早上吃早饭以前毫无差错地向我回答问题，从Verbumpersonale一直到Simillimacygno。”①
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①（拉丁文）意即“从‘人称动词’到‘更加像天鹅’。Simillimacygno是犹文纳尔著名诗歌中的最后一句：“Raraavisinterris，nigroquesimillmacygno”
（地上的鸟很少像黑天鹅）。
“夫人，
Chapter 15
Amazing Artfulness of Captain Cuttle, and a new Pursuit for Walter Gay
Walter could not, for several days, decide what to do in the Barbados business; and even cherished some faint hope that Mr Dombey might not have meant what he had said, or that he might change his mind, and tell him he was not to go. But as nothing occurred to give this idea (which was sufficiently improbable in itself) any touch of confirmation, and as time was slipping by, and he had none to lose, he felt that he must act, without hesitating any longer.
Walter's chief difficulty was, how to break the change in his affairs to Uncle Sol, to whom he was sensible it would he a terrible blow. He had the greater difficulty in dashing Uncle Sol's spirits with such an astounding piece of intelligence, because they had lately recovered very much, and the old man had become so cheerful, that the little back parlour was itself again. Uncle Sol had paid the first appointed portion of the debt to Mr Dombey, and was hopeful of working his way through the rest; and to cast him down afresh, when he had sprung up so manfully from his troubles, was a very distressing necessity.
Yet it would never do to run away from him. He must know of it beforehand; and how to tell him was the point. As to the question of going or not going, Walter did not consider that he had any power of choice in the matter. Mr Dombey had truly told him that he was young, and that his Uncle's circumstances were not good; and Mr Dombey had plainly expressed, in the glance with which he had accompanied that reminder, that if he declined to go he might stay at home if he chose, but not in his counting-house. His Uncle and he lay under a great obligation to Mr Dombey, which was of Walter's own soliciting. He might have begun in secret to despair of ever winning that gentleman's favour, and might have thought that he was now and then disposed to put a slight upon him, which was hardly just. But what would have been duty without that, was still duty with it - or Walter thought so- and duty must be done.
When Mr Dombey had looked at him, and told him he was young, and that his Uncle's circumstances were not good, there had been an expression of disdain in his face; a contemptuous and disparaging assumption that he would be quite content to live idly on a reduced old man, which stung the boy's generous soul. Determined to assure Mr Dombey, in so far as it was possible to give him the assurance without expressing it in words, that indeed he mistook his nature, Walter had been anxious to show even more cheerfulness and activity after the West Indian interview than he had shown before: if that were possible, in one of his quick and zealous disposition. He was too young and inexperienced to think, that possibly this very quality in him was not agreeable to Mr Dombey, and that it was no stepping-stone to his good opinion to be elastic and hopeful of pleasing under the shadow of his powerful displeasure, whether it were right or wrong. But it may have been - it may have been- that the great man thought himself defied in this new exposition of an honest spirit, and purposed to bring it down.
'Well! at last and at least, Uncle Sol must be told,' thought Walter, with a sigh. And as Walter was apprehensive that his voice might perhaps quaver a little, and that his countenance might not be quite as hopeful as he could wish it to be, if he told the old man himself, and saw the first effects of his communication on his wrinkled face, he resolved to avail himself of the services of that powerful mediator, Captain Cuttle. Sunday coming round, he set off therefore, after breakfast, once more to beat up Captain Cuttle's quarters.
It was not unpleasant to remember, on the way thither, that Mrs MacStinger resorted to a great distance every Sunday morning, to attend the ministry of the Reverend Melchisedech Howler, who, having been one day discharged from the West India Docks on a false suspicion (got up expressly against him by the general enemy) of screwing gimlets into puncheons, and applying his lips to the orifice, had announced the destruction of the world for that day two years, at ten in the morning, and opened a front parlour for the reception of ladies and gentlemen of the Ranting persuasion, upon whom, on the first occasion of their assemblage, the admonitions of the Reverend Melchisedech had produced so powerful an effect, that, in their rapturous performance of a sacred jig, which closed the service, the whole flock broke through into a kitchen below, and disabled a mangle belonging to one of the fold.
This the Captain, in a moment of uncommon conviviality, had confided to Walter and his Uncle, between the repetitions of lovely Peg, on the night when Brogley the broker was paid out. The Captain himself was punctual in his attendance at a church in his own neighbourhood, which hoisted the Union Jack every Sunday morning; and where he was good enough - the lawful beadle being infirm - to keep an eye upon the boys, over whom he exercised great power, in virtue of his mysterious hook. Knowing the regularity of the Captain's habits, Walter made all the haste he could, that he might anticipate his going out; and he made such good speed, that he had the pleasure, on turning into Brig Place, to behold the broad blue coat and waistcoat hanging out of the Captain's oPen window, to air in the sun.
It appeared incredible that the coat and waistcoat could be seen by mortal eyes without the Captain; but he certainly was not in them, otherwise his legs - the houses in Brig Place not being lofty- would have obstructed the street door, which was perfectly clear. Quite wondering at this discovery, Walter gave a single knock.
'Stinger,' he distinctly heard the Captain say, up in his room, as if that were no business of his. Therefore Walter gave two knocks.
'Cuttle,' he heard the Captain say upon that; and immediately afterwards the Captain, in his clean shirt and braces, with his neckerchief hanging loosely round his throat like a coil of rope, and his glazed hat on, appeared at the window, leaning out over the broad blue coat and waistcoat.
'Wal'r!' cried the Captain, looking down upon him in amazement.
'Ay, ay, Captain Cuttle,' returned Walter, 'only me'
'What's the matter, my lad?' inquired the Captain, with great concern. 'Gills an't been and sprung nothing again?'
'No, no,' said Walter. 'My Uncle's all right, Captain Cuttle.'
The Captain expressed his gratification, and said he would come down below and open the door, which he did.
'Though you're early, Wal'r,' said the Captain, eyeing him still doubtfully, when they got upstairs:
'Why, the fact is, Captain Cuttle,' said Walter, sitting down, 'I was afraid you would have gone out, and I want to benefit by your friendly counsel.'
'So you shall,' said the Captain; 'what'll you take?'
'I want to take your opinion, Captain Cuttle,' returned Walter, smiling. 'That's the only thing for me.'
'Come on then,' said the Captain. 'With a will, my lad!'
Walter related to him what had happened; and the difficulty in which he felt respecting his Uncle, and the relief it would be to him if Captain Cuttle, in his kindness, would help him to smooth it away; Captain Cuttle's infinite consternation and astonishment at the prospect unfolded to him, gradually swallowing that gentleman up, until it left his face quite vacant, and the suit of blue, the glazed hat, and the hook, apparently without an owner.
'You see, Captain Cuttle,' pursued Walter, 'for myself, I am young, as Mr Dombey said, and not to be considered. I am to fight my way through the world, I know; but there are two points I was thinking, as I came along, that I should be very particular about, in respect to my Uncle. I don't mean to say that I deserve to be the pride and delight of his life - you believe me, I know - but I am. Now, don't you think I am?'
The Captain seemed to make an endeavour to rise from the depths of his astonishment, and get back to his face; but the effort being ineffectual, the glazed hat merely nodded with a mute, unutterable meaning.
'If I live and have my health,' said Walter, 'and I am not afraid of that, still, when I leave England I can hardly hope to see my Uncle again. He is old, Captain Cuttle; and besides, his life is a life of custom - '
'Steady, Wal'r! Of a want of custom?' said the Captain, suddenly reappearing.
'Too true,' returned Walter, shaking his head: 'but I meant a life of habit, Captain Cuttle - that sort of custom. And if (as you very truly said, I am sure) he would have died the sooner for the loss of the stock, and all those objects to which he has been accustomed for so many years, don't you think he might die a little sooner for the loss of - '
'Of his Nevy,' interposed the Captain. 'Right!'
'Well then,' said Walter, trying to speak gaily, 'we must do our best to make him believe that the separation is but a temporary one, after all; but as I know better, or dread that I know better, Captain Cuttle, and as I have so many reasons for regarding him with affection, and duty, and honour, I am afraid I should make but a very poor hand at that, if I tried to persuade him of it. That's my great reason for wishing you to break it out to him; and that's the first point.'
'Keep her off a point or so!' observed the Captain, in a comtemplative voice.
'What did you say, Captain Cuttle?' inquired Walter.
'Stand by!' returned the Captain, thoughtfully.
Walter paused to ascertain if the Captain had any particular information to add to this, but as he said no more, went on.
'Now, the second point, Captain Cuttle. I am sorry to say, I am not a favourite with Mr Dombey. I have always tried to do my best, and I have always done it; but he does not like me. He can't help his likings and dislikings, perhaps. I say nothing of that. I only say that I am certain he does not like me. He does not send me to this post as a good one; he disclaims to represent it as being better than it is; and I doubt very much if it will ever lead me to advancement in the House - whether it does not, on the contrary, dispose of me for ever, and put me out of the way. Now, we must say nothing of this to my Uncle, Captain Cuttle, but must make it out to be as favourable and promising as we can; and when I tell you what it really is, I only do so, that in case any means should ever arise of lending me a hand, so far off, I may have one friend at home who knows my real situation.
'Wal'r, my boy,' replied the Captain, 'in the Proverbs of Solomon you will find the following words, "May we never want a friend in need, nor a bottle to give him!" When found, make a note of.'
Here the Captain stretched out his hand to Walter, with an air of downright good faith that spoke volumes; at the same time repeating (for he felt proud of the accuracy and pointed application of his quotation), 'When found, make a note of.'
