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美剧:《小公子方特洛伊 7》
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  • VII

    On the following Sunday morning, Mr. Mordaunt had a large congregation. Indeed, he could scarcely remember any Sunday on which the church had been so crowded. People appeared upon the scene who seldom did him the honor of coming to hear his sermons.

    There were even people from Hazelton, which was the next parish. There were hearty1, sunburned farmers, stout2, comfortable, apple-cheeked wives in their best bonnets3 and most gorgeous shawls, and half a dozen children or so to each family. The doctor's wife was there, with her four daughters. Mrs. Kimsey and Mr. Kimsey, who kept the druggist's shop, and made pills, and did up powders for everybody within ten miles, sat in their pew; Mrs. Dibble in hers; Miss Smiff, the village dressmaker, and her friend Miss Perkins, the milliner, sat in theirs; the doctor's young man was present, and the druggist's apprentice4; in fact, almost every family on the county side was represented, in one way or another.

    In the course of the preceding week, many wonderful stories had been told of little Lord Fauntleroy. Mrs. Dibble had been kept so busy attending to customers who came in to buy a pennyworth of needles or a ha'porth of tape and to hear what she had to relate, that the little shop bell over the door had nearly tinkled5 itself to death over the coming and going. Mrs. Dibble knew exactly how his small lordship's rooms had been furnished for him, what expensive toys had been bought, how there was a beautiful brown pony6 awaiting him, and a small groom7 to attend it, and a little dog-cart, with silver-mounted harness. And she could tell, too, what all the servants had said when they had caught glimpses of the child on the night of his arrival; and how every female below stairs had said it was a shame, so it was, to part the poor pretty dear from his mother; and had all declared their hearts came into their mouths when he went alone into the library to see his grandfather, for “there was no knowing how he'd be treated, and his lordship's temper was enough to fluster8 them with old heads on their shoulders, let alone a child.”

    “But if you'll believe me, Mrs. Jennifer, mum,” Mrs. Dibble had said, “fear that child does not know—so Mr. Thomas hisself says; an' set an' smile he did, an' talked to his lordship as if they'd been friends ever since his first hour. An' the Earl so took aback, Mr. Thomas says, that he couldn't do nothing but listen and stare from under his eyebrows9. An' it's Mr. Thomas's opinion, Mrs. Bates, mum, that bad as he is, he was pleased in his secret soul, an' proud, too; for a handsomer little fellow, or with better manners, though so old-fashioned, Mr. Thomas says he'd never wish to see.”

    And then there had come the story of Higgins. The Reverend Mr. Mordaunt had told it at his own dinner table, and the servants who had heard it had told it in the kitchen, and from there it had spread like wildfire.

    And on market-day, when Higgins had appeared in town, he had been questioned on every side, and Newick had been questioned too, and in response had shown to two or three people the note signed “Fauntleroy.”

    And so the farmers' wives had found plenty to talk of over their tea and their shopping, and they had done the subject full justice and made the most of it. And on Sunday they had either walked to church or had been driven in their gigs by their husbands, who were perhaps a trifle curious themselves about the new little lord who was to be in time the owner of the soil.

    It was by no means the Earl's habit to attend church, but he chose to appear on this first Sunday—it was his whim10 to present himself in the huge family pew, with Fauntleroy at his side.

    There were many loiterers in the churchyard, and many lingerers in the lane that morning. There were groups at the gates and in the porch, and there had been much discussion as to whether my lord would really appear or not. When this discussion was at its height, one good woman suddenly uttered an exclamation11.

    “Eh,” she said, “that must be the mother, pretty young thing.” All who heard turned and looked at the slender figure in black coming up the path. The veil was thrown back from her face and they could see how fair and sweet it was, and how the bright hair curled as softly as a child's under the little widow's cap.

    She was not thinking of the people about; she was thinking of Cedric, and of his visits to her, and his joy over his new pony, on which he had actually ridden to her door the day before, sitting very straight and looking very proud and happy. But soon she could not help being attracted by the fact that she was being looked at and that her arrival had created some sort of sensation. She first noticed it because an old woman in a red cloak made a bobbing courtesy to her, and then another did the same thing and said, “God bless you, my lady!” and one man after another took off his hat as she passed. For a moment she did not understand, and then she realized that it was because she was little Lord Fauntleroy's mother that they did so, and she flushed rather shyly and smiled and bowed too, and said, “Thank you,” in a gentle voice to the old woman who had blessed her. To a person who had always lived in a bustling12, crowded American city this simple deference13 was very novel, and at first just a little embarrassing; but after all, she could not help liking14 and being touched by the friendly warm-heartedness of which it seemed to speak. She had scarcely passed through the stone porch into the church before the great event of the day happened. The carriage from the Castle, with its handsome horses and tall liveried servants, bowled around the corner and down the green lane.

    “Here they come!” went from one looker-on to another.

    And then the carriage drew up, and Thomas stepped down and opened the door, and a little boy, dressed in black velvet15, and with a splendid mop of bright waving hair, jumped out.

    Every man, woman, and child looked curiously16 upon him.

    “He's the Captain over again!” said those of the on-lookers who remembered his father. “He's the Captain's self, to the life!”

    He stood there in the sunlight looking up at the Earl, as Thomas helped that nobleman out, with the most affectionate interest that could be imagined. The instant he could help, he put out his hand and offered his shoulder as if he had been seven feet high. It was plain enough to every one that however it might be with other people, the Earl of Dorincourt struck no terror into the breast of his grandson.

    “Just lean on me,” they heard him say. “How glad the people are to see you, and how well they all seem to know you!”

    “Take off your cap, Fauntleroy,” said the Earl. “They are bowing to you.”

    “To me!” cried Fauntleroy, whipping off his cap in a moment, baring his bright head to the crowd and turning shining, puzzled eyes on them as he tried to bow to every one at once.

    “God bless your lordship!” said the courtesying, red-cloaked old woman who had spoken to his mother; “long life to you!”

    “Thank you, ma'am,” said Fauntleroy. And then they went into the church, and were looked at there, on their way up the aisle17 to the square, red-cushioned and curtained pew. When Fauntleroy was fairly seated, he made two discoveries which pleased him: the first that, across the church where he could look at her, his mother sat and smiled at him; the second, that at one end of the pew, against the wall, knelt two quaint18 figures carven in stone, facing each other as they kneeled on either side of a pillar supporting two stone missals, their pointed19 hands folded as if in prayer, their dress very antique and strange. On the tablet by them was written something of which he could only read the curious words:

    “Here lyeth ye bodye of Gregorye Arthure Fyrst Earle of Dorincourt Allsoe of Alisone Hildegarde hys wyfe.”

    “May I whisper?” inquired his lordship, devoured20 by curiosity.

    “What is it?” said his grandfather.

    “Who are they?”

    “Some of your ancestors,” answered the Earl, “who lived a few hundred years ago.”

    “Perhaps,” said Lord Fauntleroy, regarding them with respect, “perhaps I got my spelling from them.” And then he proceeded to find his place in the church service. When the music began, he stood up and looked across at his mother, smiling. He was very fond of music, and his mother and he often sang together, so he joined in with the rest, his pure, sweet, high voice rising as clear as the song of a bird. He quite forgot himself in his pleasure in it. The Earl forgot himself a little too, as he sat in his curtain-shielded corner of the pew and watched the boy. Cedric stood with the big psalter open in his hands, singing with all his childish might, his face a little uplifted, happily; and as he sang, a long ray of sunshine crept in and, slanting21 through a golden pane22 of a stained glass window, brightened the falling hair about his young head. His mother, as she looked at him across the church, felt a thrill pass through her heart, and a prayer rose in it too,—a prayer that the pure, simple happiness of his childish soul might last, and that the strange, great fortune which had fallen to him might bring no wrong or evil with it. There were many soft, anxious thoughts in her tender heart in those new days.

    “Oh, Ceddie!” she had said to him the evening before, as she hung over him in saying good-night, before he went away; “oh, Ceddie, dear, I wish for your sake I was very clever and could say a great many wise things! But only be good, dear, only be brave, only be kind and true always, and then you will never hurt any one, so long as you live, and you may help many, and the big world may be better because my little child was born. And that is best of all, Ceddie,—it is better than everything else, that the world should be a little better because a man has lived—even ever so little better, dearest.”

    And on his return to the Castle, Fauntleroy had repeated her words to his grandfather.

    “And I thought about you when she said that,” he ended; “and I told her that was the way the world was because you had lived, and I was going to try if I could be like you.”

    “And what did she say to that?” asked his lordship, a trifle uneasily.

    “She said that was right, and we must always look for good in people and try to be like it.”

    Perhaps it was this the old man remembered as he glanced through the divided folds of the red curtain of his pew. Many times he looked over the people's heads to where his son's wife sat alone, and he saw the fair face the unforgiven dead had loved, and the eyes which were so like those of the child at his side; but what his thoughts were, and whether they were hard and bitter, or softened23 a little, it would have been hard to discover.

    As they came out of church, many of those who had attended the service stood waiting to see them pass. As they neared the gate, a man who stood with his hat in his hand made a step forward and then hesitated. He was a middle-aged24 farmer, with a careworn25 face.

    “Well, Higgins,” said the Earl.

    Fauntleroy turned quickly to look at him.

    “Oh!” he exclaimed, “is it Mr. Higgins?”

    “Yes,” answered the Earl dryly; “and I suppose he came to take a look at his new landlord.”

    “Yes, my lord,” said the man, his sunburned face reddening. “Mr. Newick told me his young lordship was kind enough to speak for me, and I thought I'd like to say a word of thanks, if I might be allowed.”

    Perhaps he felt some wonder when he saw what a little fellow it was who had innocently done so much for him, and who stood there looking up just as one of his own less fortunate children might have done—apparently not realizing his own importance in the least.

    “I've a great deal to thank your lordship for,” he said; “a great deal. I——”

    “Oh,” said Fauntleroy; “I only wrote the letter. It was my grandfather who did it. But you know how he is about always being good to everybody. Is Mrs. Higgins well now?”

    Higgins looked a trifle taken aback. He also was somewhat startled at hearing his noble landlord presented in the character of a benevolent26 being, full of engaging qualities.

    “I—well, yes, your lordship,” he stammered27, “the missus is better since the trouble was took off her mind. It was worrying broke her down.”

    “I'm glad of that,” said Fauntleroy. “My grandfather was very sorry about your children having the scarlet28 fever, and so was I. He has had children himself. I'm his son's little boy, you know.”

    Higgins was on the verge29 of being panic-stricken. He felt it would be the safer and more discreet30 plan not to look at the Earl, as it had been well known that his fatherly affection for his sons had been such that he had seen them about twice a year, and that when they had been ill, he had promptly31 departed for London, because he would not be bored with doctors and nurses. It was a little trying, therefore, to his lordship's nerves to be told, while he looked on, his eyes gleaming from under his shaggy eyebrows, that he felt an interest in scarlet fever.

    “You see, Higgins,” broke in the Earl with a fine grim smile, “you people have been mistaken in me. Lord Fauntleroy understands me. When you want reliable information on the subject of my character, apply to him. Get into the carriage, Fauntleroy.”

    And Fauntleroy jumped in, and the carriage rolled away down the green lane, and even when it turned the corner into the high road, the Earl was still grimly smiling.


    1 hearty [ˈhɑ:ti] Od1zn   第7级
    • After work they made a hearty meal in the worker's canteen. 工作完了,他们在工人食堂饱餐了一顿。
    • We accorded him a hearty welcome. 我们给他热忱的欢迎。
    2 stout [staʊt] PGuzF   第8级
    • He cut a stout stick to help him walk. 他砍了一根结实的枝条用来拄着走路。
    • The stout old man waddled across the road. 那肥胖的老人一跩一跩地穿过马路。
    3 bonnets [ˈbɔnɪts] 8e4529b6df6e389494d272b2f3ae0ead   第10级
    n.童帽( bonnet的名词复数 );(烟囱等的)覆盖物;(苏格兰男子的)无边呢帽;(女子戴的)任何一种帽子
    • All the best bonnets of the city were there. 城里戴最漂亮的无边女帽的妇女全都到场了。 来自辞典例句
    • I am tempting you with bonnets and bangles and leading you into a pit. 我是在用帽子和镯子引诱你,引你上钩。 来自飘(部分)
    4 apprentice [əˈprentɪs] 0vFzq   第8级
    • My son is an apprentice in a furniture maker's workshop. 我的儿子在一家家具厂做学徒。
    • The apprentice is not yet out of his time. 这徒工还没有出徒。
    5 tinkled [ˈtɪŋkəld] a75bf1120cb6e885f8214e330dbfc6b7   第10级
    (使)发出丁当声,(使)发铃铃声( tinkle的过去式和过去分词 ); 叮当响着发出,铃铃响着报出
    • The sheep's bell tinkled through the hills. 羊的铃铛叮当叮当地响彻整个山区。
    • A piano tinkled gently in the background. 背景音是悠扬的钢琴声。
    6 pony [ˈpəʊni] Au5yJ   第8级
    • His father gave him a pony as a Christmas present. 他父亲给了他一匹小马驹作为圣诞礼物。
    • They made him pony up the money he owed. 他们逼他还债。
    7 groom [gru:m] 0fHxW   第8级
    • His father was a groom. 他父亲曾是个马夫。
    • George was already being groomed for the top job. 为承担这份高级工作,乔治已在接受专门的培训。
    8 fluster [ˈflʌstə(r)] GgazI   第9级
    adj.慌乱,狼狈,混乱,激动;n. 慌乱,混乱;狼狈;激动;vt. 使慌乱,使不安
    • She was put in a fluster by the unexpected guests. 不速之客的到来弄得她很慌张。
    • She was all in a fluster at the thought of meeting the boss. 一想到要见老板,她就感到紧张。
    9 eyebrows ['aɪbraʊz] a0e6fb1330e9cfecfd1c7a4d00030ed5   第7级
    眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 )
    • Eyebrows stop sweat from coming down into the eyes. 眉毛挡住汗水使其不能流进眼睛。
    • His eyebrows project noticeably. 他的眉毛特别突出。
    10 whim [wɪm] 2gywE   第9级
    • I bought the encyclopedia on a whim. 我凭一时的兴致买了这本百科全书。
    • He had a sudden whim to go sailing today. 今天他突然想要去航海。
    11 exclamation [ˌekskləˈmeɪʃn] onBxZ   第8级
    • He could not restrain an exclamation of approval. 他禁不住喝一声采。
    • The author used three exclamation marks at the end of the last sentence to wake up the readers. 作者在文章的最后一句连用了三个惊叹号,以引起读者的注意。
    12 bustling ['bʌsliŋ] LxgzEl   第9级
    • The market was bustling with life. 市场上生机勃勃。
    • This district is getting more and more prosperous and bustling. 这一带越来越繁华了。
    13 deference [ˈdefərəns] mmKzz   第9级
    • Do you treat your parents and teachers with deference? 你对父母师长尊敬吗?
    • The major defect of their work was deference to authority. 他们的主要缺陷是趋从权威。
    14 liking [ˈlaɪkɪŋ] mpXzQ5   第7级
    • The word palate also means taste or liking. Palate这个词也有“口味”或“嗜好”的意思。
    • I must admit I have no liking for exaggeration. 我必须承认我不喜欢夸大其词。
    15 velvet [ˈvelvɪt] 5gqyO   第7级
    • This material feels like velvet. 这料子摸起来像丝绒。
    • The new settlers wore the finest silk and velvet clothing. 新来的移民穿着最华丽的丝绸和天鹅绒衣服。
    16 curiously ['kjʊərɪəslɪ] 3v0zIc   第9级
    • He looked curiously at the people. 他好奇地看着那些人。
    • He took long stealthy strides. His hands were curiously cold. 他迈着悄没声息的大步。他的双手出奇地冷。
    17 aisle [aɪl] qxPz3   第8级
    • The aisle was crammed with people. 过道上挤满了人。
    • The girl ushered me along the aisle to my seat. 引座小姐带领我沿着通道到我的座位上去。
    18 quaint [kweɪnt] 7tqy2   第8级
    • There were many small lanes in the quaint village. 在这古香古色的村庄里,有很多小巷。
    • They still keep some quaint old customs. 他们仍然保留着一些稀奇古怪的旧风俗。
    19 pointed [ˈpɔɪntɪd] Il8zB4   第7级
    • He gave me a very sharp pointed pencil. 他给我一支削得非常尖的铅笔。
    • A safety pin has a metal covering over the pointed end. 安全别针在尖端有一个金属套。
    20 devoured [diˈvauəd] af343afccf250213c6b0cadbf3a346a9   第7级
    吞没( devour的过去式和过去分词 ); 耗尽; 津津有味地看; 狼吞虎咽地吃光
    • She devoured everything she could lay her hands on: books, magazines and newspapers. 无论是书、杂志,还是报纸,只要能弄得到,她都看得津津有味。
    • The lions devoured a zebra in a short time. 狮子一会儿就吃掉了一匹斑马。
    21 slanting [ˈslɑ:ntɪŋ] bfc7f3900241f29cee38d19726ae7dce   第8级
    • The rain is driving [slanting] in from the south. 南边潲雨。
    • The line is slanting to the left. 这根线向左斜了。
    22 pane [peɪn] OKKxJ   第8级
    • He broke this pane of glass. 他打破了这块窗玻璃。
    • Their breath bloomed the frosty pane. 他们呼出的水气,在冰冷的窗玻璃上形成一层雾。
    23 softened ['sɒfənd] 19151c4e3297eb1618bed6a05d92b4fe   第7级
    (使)变软( soften的过去式和过去分词 ); 缓解打击; 缓和; 安慰
    • His smile softened slightly. 他的微笑稍柔和了些。
    • The ice cream softened and began to melt. 冰淇淋开始变软并开始融化。
    24 middle-aged ['mɪdl eɪdʒd] UopzSS   第8级
    • I noticed two middle-aged passengers. 我注意到两个中年乘客。
    • The new skin balm was welcome by middle-aged women. 这种新护肤香膏受到了中年妇女的欢迎。
    25 careworn [ˈkeəwɔ:n] YTUyF   第11级
    • It's sad to see the careworn face of the mother of a large poor family. 看到那贫穷的一大家子的母亲忧劳憔悴的脸庞心里真是难受。
    • The old woman had a careworn look on her face. 老妇脸上露出忧心忡忡的神色。
    26 benevolent [bəˈnevələnt] Wtfzx   第9级
    • His benevolent nature prevented him from refusing any beggar who accosted him. 他乐善好施的本性使他不会拒绝走上前向他行乞的任何一个乞丐。
    • He was a benevolent old man and he wouldn't hurt a fly. 他是一个仁慈的老人,连只苍蝇都不愿伤害。
    27 stammered [ˈstæməd] 76088bc9384c91d5745fd550a9d81721   第8级
    v.结巴地说出( stammer的过去式和过去分词 )
    • He stammered most when he was nervous. 他一紧张往往口吃。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
    • Barsad leaned back in his chair, and stammered, \"What do you mean?\" 巴萨往椅背上一靠,结结巴巴地说,“你是什么意思?” 来自英汉文学 - 双城记
    28 scarlet [ˈskɑ:lət] zD8zv   第9级
    • The scarlet leaves of the maples contrast well with the dark green of the pines. 深红的枫叶和暗绿的松树形成了明显的对比。
    • The glowing clouds are growing slowly pale, scarlet, bright red, and then light red. 天空的霞光渐渐地淡下去了,深红的颜色变成了绯红,绯红又变为浅红。
    29 verge [vɜ:dʒ] gUtzQ   第7级
    • The country's economy is on the verge of collapse. 国家的经济已到了崩溃的边缘。
    • She was on the verge of bursting into tears. 她快要哭出来了。
    30 discreet [dɪˈskri:t] xZezn   第8级
    • He is very discreet in giving his opinions. 发表意见他十分慎重。
    • It wasn't discreet of you to ring me up at the office. 你打电话到我办公室真是太鲁莽了。
    31 promptly [ˈprɒmptli] LRMxm   第8级
    • He paid the money back promptly. 他立即还了钱。
    • She promptly seized the opportunity his absence gave her. 她立即抓住了因他不在场给她创造的机会。

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