'Staggs's Gardens, Mr Walter!' said Miss Nipper; 'if you please, oh do!'
'Eh?' cried Walter; 'what is the matter?'
'Oh, Mr Walter, Staggs's Gardens, if you please!' said Susan.
'There!' cried the coachman, appealing to Walter, with a sort of exalting despair; 'that's the way the young lady's been a goin' on for up'ards of a mortal hour, and me continivally backing out of no thoroughfares, where she would drive up. I've had a many fares in this coach, first and last, but never such a fare as her.'
'Do you want to go to Staggs's Gardens, Susan?' inquired Walter.
'Ah! She wants to go there! WHERE IS IT?' growled the coachman.
'I don't know where it is!' exclaimed Susan, wildly. 'Mr Walter, I was there once myself, along with Miss Floy and our poor darling Master Paul, on the very day when you found Miss Floy in the City, for we lost her coming home, Mrs Richards and me, and a mad bull, and Mrs Richards's eldest, and though I went there afterwards, I can't remember where it is, I think it's sunk into the ground. Oh, Mr Walter, don't desert me, Staggs's Gardens, if you please! Miss Floy's darling - all our darlings - little, meek, meek Master Paul! Oh Mr Walter!'
'Good God!' cried Walter. 'Is he very ill?'
'The pretty flower!' cried Susan, wringing her hands, 'has took the fancy that he'd like to see his old nurse, and I've come to bring her to his bedside, Mrs Staggs, of Polly Toodle's Gardens, someone pray!'
Greatly moved by what he heard, and catching Susan's earnestness immediately, Walter, now that he understood the nature of her errand, dashed into it with such ardour that the coachman had enough to do to follow closely as he ran before, inquiring here and there and everywhere, the way to Staggs's Gardens.
There was no such place as Staggs's Gardens. It had vanished from the earth. Where the old rotten summer-houses once had stood, palaces now reared their heads, and granite columns of gigantic girth opened a vista to the railway world beyond. The miserable waste ground, where the refuse-matter had been heaped of yore, was swallowed up and gone; and in its frowsy stead were tiers of warehouses, crammed with rich goods and costly merchandise. The old by-streets now swarmed with passengers and vehicles of every kind: the new streets that had stopped disheartened in the mud and waggon-ruts, formed towns within themselves, originating wholesome comforts and conveniences belonging to themselves, and never tried nor thought of until they sprung into existence. Bridges that had led to nothing, led to villas, gardens, churches, healthy public walks. The carcasses of houses, and beginnings of new thoroughfares, had started off upon the line at steam's own speed, and shot away into the country in a monster train.'
As to the neighbourhood which had hesitated to acknowledge the railroad in its straggling days, that had grown wise and penitent, as any Christian might in such a case, and now boasted of its powerful and prosperous relation. There were railway patterns in its drapers' shops, and railway journals in the windows of its newsmen. There were railway hotels, office-houses, lodging-houses, boarding-houses; railway plans, maps, views, wrappers, bottles, sandwich-boxes, and time-tables; railway hackney-coach and stands; railway omnibuses, railway streets and buildings, railway hangers-on and parasites, and flatterers out of all calculation. There was even railway time observed in clocks, as if the sun itself had given in. Among the vanquished was the master chimney-sweeper, whilom incredulous at Staggs's Gardens, who now lived in a stuccoed house three stories high, and gave himself out, with golden flourishes upon a varnished board, as contractor for the cleansing of railway chimneys by machinery.
To and from the heart of this great change, all day and night, throbbing currents rushed and returned incessantly like its life's blood. Crowds of people and mountains of goods, departing and arriving scores upon scores of times in every four-and-twenty hours, produced a fermentation in the place that was always in action. The very houses seemed disposed to pack up and take trips. Wonderful Members of Parliament, who, little more than twenty years before, had made themselves merry with the wild railroad theories of engineers, and given them the liveliest rubs in cross-examination, went down into the north with their watches in their hands, and sent on messages before by the electric telegraph, to say that they were coming. Night and day the conquering engines rumbled at their distant work, or, advancing smoothly to their journey's end, and gliding like tame dragons into the allotted corners grooved out to the inch for their reception, stood bubbling and trembling there, making the walls quake, as if they were dilating with the secret knowledge of great powers yet unsuspected in them, and strong purposes not yet achieved.
But Staggs's Gardens had been cut up root and branch. Oh woe the day when 'not a rood of English ground' - laid out in Staggs's Gardens - is secure!
At last, after much fruitless inquiry, Walter, followed by the coach and Susan, found a man who had once resided in that vanished land, and who was no other than the master sweep before referred to, grown stout, and knocking a double knock at his own door. He knowed Toodle, he said, well. Belonged to the Railroad, didn't he?
'Yes' sir, yes!' cried Susan Nipper from the coach window.
Where did he live now? hastily inquired Walter.
He lived in the Company's own Buildings, second turning to the right, down the yard, cross over, and take the second on the right again. It was number eleven; they couldn't mistake it; but if they did, they had only to ask for Toodle, Engine Fireman, and any one would show them which was his house. At this unexpected stroke of success Susan Nipper dismounted from the coach with all speed, took Walter's arm, and set off at a breathless pace on foot; leaving the coach there to await their return.
'Has the little boy been long ill, Susan?' inquired Walter, as they hurried on.
'Ailing for a deal of time, but no one knew how much,' said Susan; adding, with excessive sharpness, 'Oh, them Blimbers!'
'Blimbers?' echoed Walter.
'I couldn't forgive myself at such a time as this, Mr Walter,' said Susan, 'and when there's so much serious distress to think about, if I rested hard on anyone, especially on them that little darling Paul speaks well of, but I may wish that the family was set to work in a stony soil to make new roads, and that Miss Blimber went in front, and had the pickaxe!'
Miss Nipper then took breath, and went on faster than before, as if this extraordinary aspiration had relieved her. Walter, who had by this time no breath of his own to spare, hurried along without asking any more questions; and they soon, in their impatience, burst in at a little door and came into a clean parlour full of children.
'Where's Mrs Richards?' exclaimed Susan Nipper, looking round. 'Oh Mrs Richards, Mrs Richards, come along with me, my dear creetur!'
'Why, if it ain't Susan!' cried Polly, rising with her honest face and motherly figure from among the group, in great surprIse.
'Yes, Mrs Richards, it's me,' said Susan, 'and I wish it wasn't, though I may not seem to flatter when I say so, but little Master Paul is very ill, and told his Pa today that he would like to see the face of his old nurse, and him and Miss Floy hope you'll come along with me - and Mr Walter, Mrs Richards - forgetting what is past, and do a kindness to the sweet dear that is withering away. Oh, Mrs Richards, withering away!' Susan Nipper crying, Polly shed tears to see her, and to hear what she had said; and all the children gathered round (including numbers of new babies); and Mr Toodle, who had just come home from Birmingham, and was eating his dinner out of a basin, laid down his knife and fork, and put on his wife's bonnet and shawl for her, which were hanging up behind the door; then tapped her on the back; and said, with more fatherly feeling than eloquence, 'Polly! cut away!'
So they got back to the coach, long before the coachman expected them; and Walter, putting Susan and Mrs Richards inside, took his seat on the box himself that there might be no more mistakes, and deposited them safely in the hall of Mr Dombey's house - where, by the bye, he saw a mighty nosegay lying, which reminded him of the one Captain Cuttle had purchased in his company that morning. He would have lingered to know more of the young invalid, or waited any length of time to see if he could render the least service; but, painfully sensible that such conduct would be looked upon by Mr Dombey as presumptuous and forward, he turned slowly, sadly, anxiously, away.
He had not gone five minutes' walk from the door, when a man came running after him, and begged him to return. Walter retraced his steps as quickly as he could, and entered the gloomy house with a sorrowful foreboding.
沃尔特好几天打不定主意，去巴巴多斯的事情该怎么办；甚至他还怀着几分微弱的希望：董贝先生也许说话并不当真，或者他也可能会改变主意，通知他不去了；可是他这种想法本身就是极不可能的，能证实这种想法的任何迹象也没有出现，而时间又在消逝，他不能再延误下去了，所以他觉得必须毫不迟疑地采取行动。
沃尔特的主要困难在于怎样把他工作的变动情况透露给所尔舅舅；他知道这对他是一个可怕的打击。他感到尤其困难的是说出这个惊人的消息来摧毁所尔舅舅的情绪，因为老人最近情绪有了很大好转，有说有笑，小后客厅又恢复了往日欢乐的气氛。所尔舅舅已经把第一批债款归还给董贝先生，并满怀希望，能设法把其余的欠债还清。当他勇敢地从艰难中振作起来的时候，重新让他垂头丧气，这真是一件令人痛苦、迫不得已的事情。
然而决不能背着他悄悄地溜走。应当事先让他知道这件事。问题是怎样告诉他。至于去或不去，沃尔特认为他丝毫没有选择的权力。董贝先生明白无误地跟他说过，他年轻，舅舅的境况又不好；董贝先生还在伴随的眼光中清楚地提醒他，如果他拒绝去的话，那么他可以待在家中，但却不能待在他的办公室里。他舅舅和他都欠董贝先生的恩情；这份恩情还是沃尔特亲自去恳求来的。他也许已开始暗暗感到，他永远没有希望博得那位先生的好感，他也许还想到，董贝先生还不时藐视他，而那是很不公正的。可是不论情况是否这样，职责毕竟是职责，而职责是必须履行的，沃尔特心里这样想。
当董贝先生看着他，跟他说，他年轻，他舅舅的境况又不好的时候，脸上曾经流露出一种轻蔑的神色，傲慢不恭地、对他贬损地认为，他乐意游手好闲地依靠一个穷困没落的老头子过活；这一点刺痛了这个孩子高尚的心灵。沃尔特决定不用言语表白，而尽可能使董贝先生相信，他确实把他的品格看错了，所以在那次有关去西印度群岛的谈话之后，他急切地表现出比先前更加愉快和活跃，就像一个像他那样机灵、热心的孩子所能表现的。他太年轻，太缺乏经验，没有想到，他这种性格本身就可能使董贝先生不喜欢；董贝先生强烈的不高兴不论是正确的还是错误的，反正在它那阴影之下，这孩子表现出应变自如，有希望依然快快活活的样子，是决不会使他产生好印象的。相反倒很可能，在那位大人物看来，这颗诚实的心灵的这种新的表露是对他的公然反抗，因此他决意把它压下去。
“唉！最终反正总得告诉所尔舅舅的，”沃尔特叹了一口气，想道。沃尔特担心的是，如果由他本人告诉老人，并看到这消息在他起了皱纹的脸上所引起的第一阵反应的话，那么他的声音也许会稍稍颤抖，他脸上的神色也许不能像他所希望的那样轻松愉快，因此他决定去请卡特尔船长这位能干的斡旋者来帮忙。于是，星期天吃过早饭以后，他就从家里出发，再一次出其不意地到卡特尔船长的住所去。
他在途中愉快地记起，麦克斯廷杰太太每逢星期天上午都要到一个很远的地方去听梅尔奇斯代克•豪洛尔大师说教。这位大师原先在西印度船坞工作，后来由于仇人诬陷，说他曾用手锥钻破大酒桶，然后把嘴唇贴住洞孔偷喝桶中的酒，因此有一天他就被解除了职务；他曾经宣称，世界将在两年后的那一天上午十点钟毁灭；他开放一个客厅来接待狂热教派①的男女信徒们；在他们第一次的集会上，梅尔奇斯代克的训戒产生了很大的影响，在仪式结束时，他们欢天喜地地大跳圣舞，所以有的人竟都塌陷到下面的厨房里，把一个信徒的碾压机也砸坏了。
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①狂热教派：早期美以美教派中大声祈祷或说教的教派。
这些轶事是船长那天晚上把钱支付给经纪人布罗格里之后，反复唱那支《佩格姑娘》曲子的中间，在非常欢乐的时刻讲给沃尔特和他舅舅听的。船长自己也按时上一个邻近的教堂去。那教堂每逢星期天上午就升起英国国旗。因为教区事务员身体病弱，他就在那里好心地照管孩子们；由于他那神秘的钩子所起的作用，他在孩子们中间享有很高的威望。沃尔特知道船长从不改变他的习惯，所以尽快赶路，以便在他出门之前到达。他的速度很快，当他拐弯走进布里格广场的时候，他高兴地看到，那宽大的蓝色外衣和背心正悬挂在船长的打开的窗子的外面，在太阳下晾晒。
凡人的肉眼居然能看到外衣和背心离开船长的身体，这似乎是难以使人相信的；但他这时确实没有穿它们，否则他的双腿就堵塞住那毫无遮拦的临街的前门了，因为布里格广场的房屋是不高的。沃尔特对这发现很感惊奇，敲了一下门。
“斯廷杰，”他清楚地听到船长在楼上的房间里说道，仿佛敲门声跟他不相干似的，所以沃尔特就敲了两下。
“卡特尔，”他听到船长应答了一声，不一会儿，船长穿着干净的衬衣，裤上吊着干净的背带，围巾像一卷绳子一样松松地挂在脖子周围，头上戴着上了光的帽子，出现在窗口，在宽大的蓝色外衣和背心上方探出身来。
“沃尔，”船长惊奇地朝下看着他，喊道。
“是的，是的，卡特尔船长，”沃尔特回答道，“只是我一个人。”
“出了什么事了，我的孩子？”船长十分忧虑地问道，“吉尔斯是不是又有什么不幸了？”
“没有，没有，”沃尔特回答道，“舅舅很好，卡特尔船长。”
船长表示高兴，说他就下来开门。他这样做了。
“不过你来得很早，沃尔，”他们上楼之后，船长仍然怀疑地看着他，说道。
“啊，事情是这样，卡特尔船长，”沃尔特坐下说道，“我怕您会出去，而我想请您帮帮忙，像朋友般地给我出出主意。”
“行啊，”船长说道，“你想要什么呢？”
“我想要您的意见，”沃尔特笑嘻嘻地说道，“我只要这个。”
“那就往下说吧，”船长说道，“打起精神来，我的孩子！”
沃尔特向他叙述了发生的事情，叙述了他感到关于舅舅的困难，叙述了如果卡特尔船长能好意地帮助他克服困难的话，那么这对他来说将会是如释重负。卡特尔船长对展现在面前的未来的情景感到无限的震惊与慌张，这种惊愕的情绪逐渐地把他吞没，因此他的脸上失去了任何表情，连那蓝色的衣服、上了光的帽子和那只钩子也像失去了主人似的。
“您知道，卡特尔船长，”沃尔特继续说道，“就我自己来说，正如董贝先生所说的，我年轻，不需要考虑我。我明白，我得在这世界上给自己打出条道路来。但是在来这里的路上，我想，关于舅舅，我必须特别考虑到两点。我不是想说，我当之无愧是他生活的乐趣和他引以自豪的人——请您相信，我明白这一点——，但事实上我又确实是那样的。您说呢，难道您认为我不是吗？”
船长似乎竭力想从他震惊的深渊中挣扎起来，恢复脸上的表情，但却徒劳无益；那上了光的帽子只是默默无声地、带着难以表达的含意点了一下头。
“如果我活着，身体健康，”沃尔特说道，“这一点我倒并不担心，但是尽管这样，要是我离开了英国，我就很难希望再见到舅舅了。他已经老了，卡特尔船长；再说，他是按照习惯生活的——”
“停一下，沃尔！是不是没有顾客？①”船长突然恢复了原来的神态，问道。
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①英文custom的一个意义是习惯，另一个意义是顾客。沃尔特说的是习惯，船长误会为顾客。
“完全正确，”沃尔特点点头，回答道，“不过我想说的是，他是按照平时的习惯生活的，卡特尔船长，我说的是这个意思。如果说（就像您正确地指出的那样），他失去了存货和他这么多年已经习惯了的所有物品，他就会早死，那么，难道您认为他不会死得更早一些吗，如果他失去了——”
“他的外甥，”船长插嘴道，“说得对！”
“所以说，”沃尔特想法说得高兴一些，“我们必须尽最大的努力让他相信，这次离别毕竟只不过是一次短暂的离别；但是因为我更了解真情，或者说我担心我更了解真情，而且因为我有许许多多的理由要以热爱、孝顺与尊敬的感情来对待他，因此我害怕，如果由我想方设法来说服他的话，那么，我会把事情弄得十分糟糕的，这就是为什么我希望由您来告诉他的主要理由，这是第一点。”
“把方位拨过一点！”①船长用沉思的声音说道。
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①由于沃尔特讲了一点、二点，引起船长讲了一句航海用语。
“您说什么，卡特尔船长？”沃尔特问道。
“做好准备！”船长若有所思地回答道。
沃尔特停了一下，想听听船长是不是还要再补充一些意见，但是船长没有再讲什么，沃尔特就继续说下去。
“现在讲第二点，卡特尔船长。我很遗憾地告诉您，我不是董贝先生所喜爱的人。我一直来总是想方设法，作出我最大的努力，我也确实总是这样做的，可是他却不喜欢我。也许他不能左右自己的喜爱与厌恶，这一点我也不想说什么。我只是说，我敢肯定他不喜欢我。他派我到那里去，并不是因为那是个好差使；他不想把事情说得比实际好一些，他不屑于这样做；我不相信这次调动会帮助我在公司里晋升职位；相反的，我怀疑是不是要用这个办法把我永远打发掉，以便扫除障碍。可是这些话我们一句也别跟舅舅说，卡特尔船长，我们一定得尽量把这次派遣说成是一个有利的、前程远大的差使；我向您吐露真情，只是为了我在远方万一需要帮助的时候，在祖国能有一个知道我真实情况的朋友。”
“沃尔，我的孩子，”船长回答道，“在所罗门箴言中，你可以找到下面的话：‘让我们永远不缺少患难中的朋友，也不缺少送给他喝的酒！’你找到的时候，请把它记下来。”
这时船长以胜过千言万语的坦白真诚的神情，向沃尔特伸出手来；由于他对准确引用所罗门箴言和运用得当而感到得意，所以又重复说道：“你找到的时候，请把它记下来。”
“卡特尔船长，”沃尔特把船长伸出的大拳头满满地握在两只手中说，“除了所尔舅舅，您是我最爱的人。确实，在这世界上我没有更能信赖的人了。单单就离别这件事情本身来说，卡特尔船长，我并不把它放在心上；我为什么要把它放在心上呢！如果我可以自由地去寻找运气的话，如果我可以当一名普通的船员出去的话，如果我可以自由地自己承担风险，航行到天涯海角的话，那么我将高高兴兴地出去！我可能几年前就已经高高兴兴地出去碰碰我的运气如何了。但是这违背我舅舅的愿望，违背他为我所制订的计划，所以事情也就到此完结了。但是，卡特尔船长，我觉得我们过去有一些错误；就改善我的前途来说，我现在出去并不比当初一进董贝公司的时候就出去更好，也许还更坏一些，因为当时公司可能对我怀有好感，现在则肯定没有了。”
“回来吧，惠廷顿，”闷闷不乐的船长向沃尔特看了一些时候之后，低声说道。
“好的，”沃尔特哈哈大笑地回答道，“我担心，卡特尔船长，在像他那样的运气来到之前我就回来好多次了。并不是我要抱怨，”他活泼愉快、生气蓬勃、精神饱满地补充说道，“我没有什么要抱怨的。我丰衣足食，我能活下去。当我离开舅舅的时候，我把他交给您。我不能把他交给更好的人了，卡特尔船长。我跟您讲这一切，并不是因为我悲观失望。不，我不会的。我只是让您相信，我在董贝公司里对工作安排不能挑挑拣拣；派我到哪里去我就得到哪里去；向我建议什么，我就得接受什么。我被派出去对舅舅来说反倒更好，因为董贝先生是他尊贵的朋友，就像他过去实际所表明的那样，这一点您很清楚，卡特尔船长。我深信，如果我不在公司里天天引起他的厌恶的话，那么他还会像过去一样继续是他尊贵的朋友。所以说，西印度群岛万岁，卡特尔船长！船员们的那支歌是怎么唱的？”
“兴高采烈地，向着巴巴多斯港口前进吧，小伙子们！兴高采烈地，把古老的英国抛在后面吧，小伙子们！”
这时船长大声地参加合唱道：“啊，兴高采烈地，兴高采烈地！啊，兴高——采烈地！”
对面屋子里住着一位热心的小商船的船长，当最后一行歌词传到他灵敏的耳朵里时，他醉意未消，没有完全清醒过来，但却立刻从床上跳起来，打开窗子，放开嗓门，越过街道，参加合唱，产生了优美的效果。当他不能把最后的音调再支撑着唱下去的时候，他可怕地大叫了一声：“啊嗬！”，一方面是作为友好的问候，另一方面是想表示他还没有歇过一口气。然后，他关上窗子，重新躺到床上睡觉。
“现在，卡特尔船长，”沃尔特把蓝色的外衣和背心递给他，手脚十分忙乱地说，“如果您把这个消息去透露给所尔舅舅（按理说，他本来好几天以前就该知道它了），那么，到了我家门口，您知道，我就将跟您分手，在附近一带溜达溜达，直到下午。”
可是船长看来丝毫也不高兴接受这个任务，要不就是对他完成这个任务的能力完全没有信心。他曾经给沃尔特未来的生活与事业作过截然不同的安排，并对它感到完全称心满意；他对他在这个安排中所表现出的明智与预见性时常沾沾自喜，觉得这个安排的各个方面都完美无缺，因此现在要让这个安排在顷刻之间土崩瓦解，甚至还要帮助去破坏它，这需要他的意志作出很大的努力才行。船长还觉得要把他对这个问题的老想法从头脑中去掉，迅速换上全新的想法，就像要按照情势所要求的火急速度，把船上的老货物卸下，装上一批全新的货物，而又不把两批货物混杂、弄乱一样困难。因此，他没有跟沃尔特的心情合拍，急匆匆地穿上外衣和背心，而是拒绝现在就把这些衣服套在身上；他告诉沃尔特，这样重大的事情，应该允许他“咬一下指甲”。
“这是我的老习惯，沃尔，”船长说，“已经有五十年了。当你看到内德•卡特尔在咬指甲，那么，沃尔，你就可以知道，内德•卡特尔搁浅了。”
于是，船长把铁钩插在牙齿中间，仿佛那是一只手似的，同时露出富于智慧和思想深刻的神态，聚精会神地思考着这个问题的各个方面；他那智慧与深刻的思想是哲学的思考与认真的研究所集中与升华的结果。
“我有一位朋友，”船长神情恍惚地低声说道，“他会对这个问题以及其他任何问题发表意见；他曾把六比一的有利条件让给议会①，来和议会就某个问题打赌，结果他仍能胜过他们；可是他现在正沿着惠特比②岸边航行。”船长继续说下去，“这个人曾经两次从船上被冲打到水里，但却安然无恙，丝毫不受影响。他当学徒的时候，头上曾经被环端螺栓刺扎，断断续续的加起来有三个星期之久，可是在世界上仍找不到头脑比他更聪明的人。”
