双城记 查尔斯·狄更斯-第25部分
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nvenience。 All very bad； very bad！'
The Marquis took a gentle little pinch of snuff； and shook his head； as elegantly despondent as he could beingly be of a country still containing himself； that great means of regeneration。
‘We have so asserted our station； both in the old time and in the modern time also；' said the nephew； gloomily； ‘that I believe our name to be more detested than any name in France。'
‘Let us hope so；' said the uncle。 ‘Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low。'
‘There is not；' pursued the nephew； in his former tone； ‘a face I can look at； in all this country round about us； which looks at me with any deference on it but the dark deference of fear and slavery。'
‘A pliment；' said the Marquis； ‘to the grandeur of the family； merited by the manner in which the family has sustained its grandeur。 Hah！' And he took another gentle little pinch of snuff； and lightly crossed his legs。
But； when his nephew； leaning an elbow on the table； covered his eyes thoughtfully and dejectedly with his hand； the fine mask looked at him sideways with a stronger concentration of keenness； closeness； and dislike； than was portable with its wearer's assumption of indifference。
‘Repression is the only lasting philosophy。 The dark deference of fear and slavery； my friend；' observed the Marquis； ‘will keep tee dogs obedient to the whip； as long as this roof；' looking up to it； ‘shuts out the sky。'
That might not be so long as the Marquis supposed。 If a picture of the chaateau as it was to be a very few years hence； and of fifty like it as they too were to be a very few years hence； could have been shown to him that night； he might have been at a loss to claim his own from the ghastly； fire…charred； plunder…wrecked ruins。 As for the roof he vaunted； he might have found that shutting out the sky in a new way……to wit； for ever； from the eyes of the bodies into which its lead was fired； out of the barrels of a hundred thousand muskets。
‘Meanwhile；' said the Marquis； ‘I will preserve the honour and repose of the family； if you will not。 But you must be fatigued。 Shall we terminate our Conference for the night？'
‘A moment more。'
‘An hour； if you please。'
‘Sir；' said the nephew； ‘we have done wrong； and are reaping the fruits of wrong。'
‘We have done wrong？' repeated the Marquis； with an inquiring smile； and delicately pointing； first to his nephew； then to himself。
‘Our family； our honourable family； whose honour is of so much account to both of us； in such different ways。 Even in my father's time； we did a world of wrong； injuring every human creature who came between us and our pleasure； whatever it was。 Why need I speak of my father's time； when it is equally yours？ Can I separate my father's twin…brother； joint inheritor； and next successor； from himself？'
‘Death has done that！' said the Marquis。
‘And has left me；' answered the nephew； ‘bound to a system that is frightful to me； responsible for it； but powerless in it； seeking to execute the last request of my dear mother's lips； and obey the last look of my dear mother's eyes； which implored file to have mercy and to redress； and tortured by seeking assistance and power in vain？
‘Seeking them from me； my nephew；' said the Marquis； touching him on the breast with his forefinger……they were now standing by the hearth……you will for ever seek them in vain； be assured。
Every fine straight line in the clear whiteness of his face； was cruelly； craftily； and closely pressed； while he stood looking quietly at his nephew； with his snuff…box in his hand。
Once again he touched him on the breast； as though his finger were the fine point of a small sword； with which； in delicate finesse； he ran him through the body； and said；
‘My friend； I will die； perpetuating the system under which I have lived。'
When he had said it； he took a culminating pinch of Snuff； and put his box in his pocket。
‘Better to be a rational creature；' he added then； after ringing a small bell on the table； ‘and accept your natural destiny。 But you are lost； Monsieur Charles； I see。'
‘This property and France are lost to me；' said the nephew； sadly； ‘I renounce them。'
‘Are they both yours to renounce？ France may be； but is the property？ It is scarcely worth mentioning； but； is it yet？'
‘I had no intention； in the words I used； to claim it yet。 If it passed to me from you； to…morrow………
‘Which I have the vanity to hope is not probable。'
‘……or twenty years hence………'
‘You do me too much honour；' said the Marquis； ‘still； I prefer that supposition。'
‘……I would abandon it； and live otherwise and elsewhere。 It is little to relinquish。 What is it but a wilderness of misery and ruin？'
‘Hah！' said the Marquis； glancing round the luxurious room。 ‘To the eye it is fair enough； here； but seen in its integrity； under the sky； and by the daylight； it is a crumbling tower of waste； mismanagement； extortion； debt； mortgage； oppression； hunger； nakedness； and suffering。'
‘Hah！' said the Marquis again； in a well…satisfied manner。
‘If it ever bees mine； it shall be put into some hands better qualified to free it slowly （if such a thing is possible） from the weight that drags it down； so that the miserable people Who cannot leave it and who have been long wrung to the last point of endurance； may； in another generation； suffer less； bat it is not for me。 There is a curse on it； and on all this land。'
‘And you？' said the uncle。 ‘Forgive my curiosity； do you； under your new philosophy； graciously intend to live？'
‘I must do； to live； what others of my countrymen； even with nobility at their backs； may have to do some day……work。'
‘In England； for example？'
‘Yes。 The family honour； sir； is safe from me in this country。 The family name can suffer from me in no other； for I bear it in no other。'
The ringing of the bell had caused the adjoining bedchamber to be lighted。 It now shone brightly； through the door of munication。 The Marquis looked that way； and listened for the retreating step of his valet。
‘England is very attractive to you； seeing how indifferently you have prospered there；' he observed then； turning his calm face to his nephew with a smile。
‘I have already said； that for my prospering there； I am sensible I may be indebted to you； sir。 For the rest； it is my Refuge。'
‘They say； those boastful English； that it is the Refuge of many。 You know a patriot who has found a Refuge there？ A Doctor？'
‘Yes。'
‘With； a daughter？'
‘Yes；' said the Marquis。 ‘You are fatigued。 Good…night！'
As he bent his head in his most courtly manner； there was a secrecy in his smiling face； and he conveyed an air of mystery to those words； which struck the eyes and ears of his nephew forcibly。 At the same time； the thin straight lines of the setting of the eyes； and the thin straight lips； and the markings in the nose； curved with a sarcasm that looked handsomely diabolic。
‘Yes；' repeated the Marquis。 ‘A Doctor with a daughter。 Yes。 So mences the new philosophy！ You are fatigued。 Good…night！'
It would have been of as much avail to interrogate any stone face outside the chaateau as to interrogate that face of his。 The nephew looked at him in vain； in passing on to the door。
‘Good…night！' said the uncle。 ‘I look to the pleasure of seeing you again in the morning。 Good repose！ Light Monsieur my nephew to his chamber there！……And burn Monsieur my nephew in his bed； if you will；' he added to himself； before he rang his little bell again； and summoned his valet to his own bedroom。
The valet e and gone； Monsieur the Marquis walked to and fro in his loose chamber…robe； to prepare himself gently for sleep； that hot still night。 Rustling about the room； his softly…slippered feet making no noise on the floor； he moved like a refined tiger……looked like some enchanted marquis of the impenitently wicked sort； in story； whose periodical change into tiger form was either just going off； or just ing on。
He moved from end to end of his voluptuous bedroom； looking again at the scraps of the day's journey that came unbidden into his mind； the slow toil up the hill at sunset； the setting sun； the descent； the mill； the prison on the crag； the little village in the hollow； the peasants at the fountain； and the mender of roads with his blue cap pointing out the chain under the carriage。 That fountain suggested the Paris fountain； the little bundle lying on the step； the women bending over it； and the tall man with his arms up； crying； ‘Dead！'
‘I am cool now；' said Monsieur the Marquis； ‘and may go to bed。'
So； leaving only one light burning on the large hearth； he let his thin gauze curtains fall around him； and heard the night break its silence with a long sigh as he posed himself to sleep。
The stone faces on the outer walls stared blindly at the black night for three heavy hours； for three heavy hours tile horses in the stables rattled at their racks； the dogs barked； and the owl made a noise with very little resemblance in it to the noise conventionally assigned to the owl by men…poets。 But it is the obstinate custom of such creatures hardly ever to say what is set down for them。
For three heavy hours； the stone faces of the chaateau； lion and human； stared blindly at the night。 Dead darkness lay on all the landscape； dead darkness added its own hush to the hushing dust on all the roads。 The burial…place had got to the pass that its little heaps of poor grass were undistinguishable from one another； the figure on the Cross might have e down； for anything that could be seen of it。 In the village； taxers and taxed were fast asleep。 Dreaming； perhaps； of banquets； as the starved usually do； and of ease and rest； as the driven slave and the yoked ox may； its lean inhabitants slept soundly； and were fed and freed。
The fountain in the village flowed unseen and unheard； and the fountain at the chaateau dropped unseen and unheard……both melting away； like the minutes that were falling from the spring of Time……through three dark hours。 Then； the grey water of both began to be ghostly in the light； and the eyes of the stone faces of the chaateau were opened。
Lighter and lighter； until at last the sun touched the tops of the still trees； and poured its radiance over the hill。 In the glow； the water of the chaateau fountain seemed to turn to bloo
