hard times(艰难时世)-第59章
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for；” thought James Harthouse； reversing the reflection of his first
day’s knowledge of her pretty face。 “So much the less； so much the
less。”
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Chapter 8
Explosion
he next morning was too bright a morning for sleep； and
James Harthouse rose early； and sat in the pleasant bay
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window of his dressing…room； smoking the rare tobacco
that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend。
Reposing in the sunlight； with the fragrance of his eastern pipe
about him； and the dreamy smoke vanishing into the air； so rich
and soft with summer odours； he reckoned up his advantages as
an idle winner might count his gains。 He was not at all bored for
the time； and could give his mind to it。
He had established a confidence with her； from which her
husband was excluded。 He had established a confidence with her；
that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her
husband； and the absence； now and at all times； of any
congeniality between them。 He had artfully； but plainly assured
her； that he knew her heart in its most delicate recesses； he had
come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment； he had
associated himself with that feeling； and the barrier behind which
she lived； melted away。 All very odd； and very satisfactory！
And yet he had not even now； any earnest wickedness of
purpose in him。 Publicly and privately； it were much better for the
age in which he lived； that he and the legion of whom he was one
were designedly bad； than indifferent and purposeless。 It is the
drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere； that wreck
the ships。
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When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion； he goeth about
in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted。
But； when he is trimmed； smoothed； and varnished； according to
the mode： when he is aweary of vice； and aweary of virtue； used up
as to brimstone； and used up as to bliss； then； whether he take to
the serving out of red tape； or to the kindling of red fire； he is the
very Devil。
So； James Harthouse reclined in the window； indolently
smoking； and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by
which he happened to be travelling。 The end to which it led was
before him； pretty plainly； but he troubled himself with no
calculations about it。 What will be； will be。
As he had rather a long ride to take that day—for there was a
public occasion “to do” at some distance； which afforded a
tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men—he
dressed early； and went down to breakfast。 He was anxious to see
if she had relapsed since the previous evening。 No。 He resumed
where he had left off。 The was a look of interest for him again。
He got through the day as much （or as little） to his own
satisfaction； as was to be expected under the fatiguing
circumstances； and came riding back at six o’clock。 There was a
sweep of some half mile between the lodge and the house； and he
was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel； once
Nickits’s； when Mr Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery； with
such violence as to make his horse shy across the road。
“Harthouse；” cried Mr Bounderby。 “Have you heard？”
“Heard what？” said Harthouse； soothing his horse； and
inwardly favouring Mr Bounderby with no good wishes。
“Then you haven’t heard！”
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“I have heard you； and so has this brute。 I have heard nothing
else。”
Mr Bounderby； red and hot； planted himself in the centre of the
path before the horse’s head； to explode his bombshell with more
effect。
“The Bank’s robbed！”
“You don’t mean it！”
“Robbed last night； sir。 Robbed in an extraordinary manner。
Robbed with a false key。”
“Of much？”
Mr Bounderby； in his desire to make the most of it； really
seemed mortified by being obliged to reply； “Why； no； not of very
much。 But it might have been。”
“Of how much？”
“Oh！ as a sum—if you stick to a sum—of not more than a
hundred and fifty pound；” said Bounderby； with impatience。 “But
it’s not the sum； it’s the fact。 It’s the fact of the bank being robbed；
that’s the important circumstance。 I am surprised you don’t see
it。”
“My dear Bounderby；” said James； dismounting； and giving his
bridle to his servant； “I do see it； and am as overcome as you can
possibly desire me to be； by the spectacle afforded to my mental
view。 Nevertheless； I may be allowed； I hope； to congratulate
you—which I do with all my soul； I assure you—on your not
having sustained a greater loss。”
“Thank’ee；” replied Bounderby； in a short； ungracious manner。
“But I tell you what。 It might have been twenty thousand pound。”
“I suppose it might。”
“Suppose it might！ By the Lord； you may suppose so。 By
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George！” said Mr Bounderby； with sundry menacing nods and
shakes of his head； “It might have been twice twenty。 There’s no
knowing what it would have been； or wouldn’t have been； as it
was； but for the fellows’ being disturbed。”
Louisa had come up now； and Mrs Sparsit； and Bitzer。
“Here’s Tom Gradgrind’s daughter knows pretty well what it
might have been； if you don’t；” blustered Bounderby。 “Dropped；
sir； as if she was shot when I told her！ Never knew her to do such a
thing before。 Does her credit； under the circumstances； in my
opinion！”
She still looked faint and pale。 James Harthouse begged her to
take his arm； and as they moved on very slowly； asked her how the
robbery had been committed。
“Why； I am going to tell you；” said Bounderby； irritably giving
his arm to Mrs Sparsit。 “If you hadn’t been so mighty particular
about the sum； I should have begun to tell you before。 You know
this lady （for she is a lady）； Mrs Sparsit？”
“I have already had the honour—”
“Very well。 And this young man； Bitzer； you saw him too on the
same occasion？” Mr Harthouse inclined his head in assent； and
Bitzer knuckled his forehead。
“Very well。 They live at the Bank。 You know they live at the
Bank； perhaps？ Very well。 Yesterday afternoon； at the close of
business hours； everything was
