Dombey and Son. Чарльз Диккенс

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      ‘These children look healthy,’ said Mr Dombey. ‘But my God, to think of their some day claiming a sort of relationship to Paul!’

      ‘But what relationship is there!’ Louisa began —

      ‘Is there!’ echoed Mr Dombey, who had not intended his sister to participate in the thought he had unconsciously expressed. ‘Is there, did you say, Louisa!’

      ‘Can there be, I mean – ’

      ‘Why none,’ said Mr Dombey, sternly. ‘The whole world knows that, I presume. Grief has not made me idiotic, Louisa. Take them away, Louisa! Let me see this woman and her husband.’

      Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles, and presently returned with that tougher couple whose presence her brother had commanded.

      ‘My good woman,’ said Mr Dombey, turning round in his easy chair, as one piece, and not as a man with limbs and joints, ‘I understand you are poor, and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy, my son, who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. I have no objection to your adding to the comforts of your family by that means. So far as I can tell, you seem to be a deserving object. But I must impose one or two conditions on you, before you enter my house in that capacity. While you are here, I must stipulate that you are always known as – say as Richards – an ordinary name, and convenient. Have you any objection to be known as Richards? You had better consult your husband.’

      ‘Well?’ said Mr Dombey, after a pretty long pause. ‘What does your husband say to your being called Richards?’

      As the husband did nothing but chuckle and grin, and continually draw his right hand across his mouth, moistening the palm, Mrs Toodle, after nudging him twice or thrice in vain, dropped a curtsey and replied ‘that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name, it would be considered in the wages.’

      ‘Oh, of course,’ said Mr Dombey. ‘I desire to make it a question of wages, altogether. Now, Richards, if you nurse my bereaved child, I wish you to remember this always. You will receive a liberal stipend in return for the discharge of certain duties, in the performance of which, I wish you to see as little of your family as possible. When those duties cease to be required and rendered, and the stipend ceases to be paid, there is an end of all relations between us. Do you understand me?’

      Mrs Toodle seemed doubtful about it; and as to Toodle himself, he had evidently no doubt whatever, that he was all abroad.

      ‘You have children of your own,’ said Mr Dombey. ‘It is not at all in this bargain that you need become attached to my child, or that my child need become attached to you. I don’t expect or desire anything of the kind. Quite the reverse. When you go away from here, you will have concluded what is a mere matter of bargain and sale, hiring and letting: and will stay away. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease, if you please, to remember the child.’

      Mrs Toodle, with a little more colour in her cheeks than she had had before, said ‘she hoped she knew her place.’

      ‘I hope you do, Richards,’ said Mr Dombey. ‘I have no doubt you know it very well. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise. Louisa, my dear, arrange with Richards about money, and let her have it when and how she pleases. Mr what’s-your name, a word with you, if you please!’

      Thus arrested on the threshold as he was following his wife out of the room, Toodle returned and confronted Mr Dombey alone. He was a strong, loose, round-shouldered, shuffling, shaggy fellow, on whom his clothes sat negligently: with a good deal of hair and whisker, deepened in its natural tint, perhaps by smoke and coal-dust: hard knotty hands: and a square forehead, as coarse in grain as the bark of an oak. A thorough contrast in all respects, to Mr Dombey, who was one of those close-shaved close-cut moneyed gentlemen who are glossy and crisp like new bank-notes, and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths.

      ‘You have a son, I believe?’ said Mr Dombey.

      ‘Four on ‘em, Sir. Four hims and a her. All alive!’

      ‘Why, it’s as much as you can afford to keep them!’ said Mr Dombey.

      ‘I couldn’t hardly afford but one thing in the world less, Sir.’

      ‘What is that?’

      ‘To lose ‘em, Sir.’

      ‘Can you read?’ asked Mr Dombey.

      ‘Why, not partick’ler, Sir.’

      ‘Write?’

      ‘With chalk, Sir?’

      ‘With anything?’

      ‘I could make shift to chalk a little bit, I think, if I was put to it,’ said Toodle after some reflection.

      ‘And yet,’ said Mr Dombey, ‘you are two or three and thirty, I suppose?’

      ‘Thereabouts, I suppose, Sir,’ answered Toodle, after more reflection

      ‘Then why don’t you learn?’ asked Mr Dombey.

      ‘So I’m a going to, Sir. One of my little boys is a going to learn me, when he’s old enough, and been to school himself.’

      ‘Well,’ said Mr Dombey, after looking at him attentively, and with no great favour, as he stood gazing round the room (principally round the ceiling) and still drawing his hand across and across his mouth. ‘You heard what I said to your wife just now?’

      ‘Polly heerd it,’ said Toodle, jerking his hat over his shoulder in the direction of the door, with an air of perfect confidence in his better half. ‘It’s all right.’

      ‘But I ask you if you heard it. You did, I suppose, and understood it?’ pursued Mr Dombey.

      ‘I heerd it,’ said Toodle, ‘but I don’t know as I understood it rightly Sir, ‘account of being no scholar, and the words being – ask your pardon – rayther high. But Polly heerd it. It’s all right.’

      ‘As you appear to leave everything to her,’ said Mr Dombey, frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband, as the stronger character, ‘I suppose it is of no use my saying anything to you.’

      ‘Not a bit,’ said Toodle. ‘Polly heerd it. She’s awake, Sir.’

      ‘I won’t detain you any longer then,’ returned Mr Dombey, disappointed. ‘Where have you worked all your life?’

      ‘Mostly underground, Sir, ‘till I got married. I come to the level then. I’m a going on one of СКАЧАТЬ