david copperfield(大卫.科波维尔)-第25章

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Steerforth—who　cut　his　name　very　deep　and　very　often；　who；　I　
conceived；　would　read　it　in　a　rather　strong　voice；　and　afterwards　
pull　my　hair。　There　was　another　boy；　one　Tommy　Traddles；　who　I　

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dreaded　would　make　game　of　it；　and　pretend　to　be　dreadfully　
frightened　of　me。　There　was　a　third；　George　Demple；　who　I　fancied　
would　sing　it。　I　have　looked；　a　little　shrinking　creature；　at　that　
door；　until　the　owners　of　all　the　names—there　were　five…and…forty　
of　them　in　the　school　then；　Mr。　Mell　said—seemed　to　send　me　to　
Coventry　by　general　acclamation；　and　to　cry　out；　each　in　his　own　
way；　‘Take　care　of　him。　He　bites！’　

It　was　the　same　with　the　places　at　the　desks　and　forms。　It　was　
the　same　with　the　groves　of　deserted　bedsteads　I　peeped　at；　on　my　
way　to；　and　when　I　was　in；　my　own　bed。　I　remember　dreaming　
night　after　night；　of　being　with　my　mother　as　she　used　to　be；　or　of　
going　to　a　party　at　Mr。　Peggotty’s；　or　of　travelling　outside　the　
stage…coach；　or　of　dining　again　with　my　unfortunate　friend　the　
waiter；　and　in　all　these　circumstances　making　people　scream　and　
stare；　by　the　unhappy　disclosure　that　I　had　nothing　on　but　my　
little　night…shirt；　and　that　placard。　

In　the　monotony　of　my　life；　and　in　my　constant　apprehension　of　
the　re…opening　of　the　school；　it　was　such　an　insupportable　
affliction！　I　had　long　tasks　every　day　to　do　with　Mr。　Mell；　but　I　did　
them；　there　being　no　Mr。　and　Miss　Murdstone　here；　and　got　
through　them　without　disgrace。　Before；　and　after　them；　I　walked　
about—supervised；　as　I　have　mentioned；　by　the　man　with　the　
wooden　leg。　How　vividly　I　call　to　mind　the　damp　about　the　house；　
the　green　cracked　flagstones　in　the　court；　an　old　leaky　water…butt；　
and　the　discoloured　trunks　of　some　of　the　grim　trees；　which　
seemed　to　have　dripped　more　in　the　rain　than　other　trees；　and　to　
have　blown　less　in　the　sun！　At　one　we　dined；　Mr。　Mell　and　I；　at　the　
upper　end　of　a　long　bare　dining…room；　full　of　deal　tables；　and　
smelling　of　fat。　Then；　we　had　more　tasks　until　tea；　which　Mr。　Mell　

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drank　out　of　a　blue　teacup；　and　I　out　of　a　tin　pot。　All　day　long；　and　
until　seven　or　eight　in　the　evening；　Mr。　Mell；　at　his　own　detached　
desk　in　the　schoolroom；　worked　hard　with　pen；　ink；　ruler；　books；　
and　writing…paper；　making　out　the　bills　（as　I　found）　for　last　half…
year。　When　he　had　put　up　his　things　for　the　night　he　took　out　his　
flute；　and　blew　at　it；　until　I　almost　thought　he　would　gradually　
blow　his　whole　being　into　the　large　hole　at　the　top；　and　ooze　away　
at　the　keys。　

I　picture　my　small　self　in　the　dimly…lighted　rooms；　sitting　with　
my　head　upon　my　hand；　listening　to　the　doleful　performance　of　
Mr。　Mell；　and　conning　tomorrow’s　lessons。　I　picture　myself　with　
my　books　shut　up；　still　listening　to　the　doleful　performance　of　Mr。　
Mell；　and　listening　through　it　to　what　used　to　be　at　home；　and　to　
the　blowing　of　the　wind　on　Yarmouth　flats；　and　feeling　very　sad　
and　solitary。　I　picture　myself　going　up　to　bed；　among　the　unused　
rooms；　and　sitting　on　my　bed…side　crying　for　a　comfortable　word　
from　Peggotty。　I　picture　myself　coming　downstairs　in　the　morning；　
and　looking　through　a　long　ghastly　gash　of　a　staircase　window　at　
the　school…bell　hanging　on　the　top　of　an　out…house　with　a　
weathercock　above　it；　and　dreading　the　time　when　it　shall　ring　J。　
Steerforth　and　the　rest　to　work：　which　is　only　second；　in　my　
foreboding　apprehensions；　to　the　time　when　the　man　with　the　
wooden　leg　shall　unlock　the　rusty　gate　to　give　admission　to　the　
awful　Mr。　Creakle。　I　cannot　think　I　was　a　very　dangerous　
character　in　any　of　these　aspects；　but　in　all　of　them　I　carried　the　
same　warning　on　my　back。　

Mr。　Mell　never　said　much　to　me；　but　he　was　never　harsh　to　me。　
I　suppose　we　were　company　to　each　other；　without　talking。　I　forgot　
to　mention　that　he　would　talk　to　himself　sometimes；　and　grin；　and　

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clench　his　fist；　and　grind　his　teeth；　and　pull　his　hair　in　an　
unaccountable　manner。　But　he　had　these　peculiarities：　and　at　first　
they　frightened　me；　though　I　soon　got　used　to　them。　

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Chapter　6　

I　ENLARGE　MY　CIRCLE　OF　ACQUAINTANCE　

Ihad　led　this　life　about　a　month；　when　the　man　with　the　
wooden　leg　began　to　stump　about　with　a　mop　and　a　bucket　of　
water；　from　which　I　inferred　that　preparations　were　making　
to　receive　Mr。　Creakle　and　the　boys。　I　was　not　mistaken；　for　the　
mop　came　into　the　schoolroom　before　long；　and　turned　out　Mr。　
Mell　and　me；　who　lived　where　we　could；　and　got　on　how　we　could；　
for　some　days；　during　which　we　were　always　in　the　way　of　two　or　
three　young　women；　who　had　rarely　shown　themselves　before；　and　
were　so　continually　in　the　midst　of　dust　that　I　sneezed　almost　as　
much　as　if　Salem　House　had　been　a　great　snuff…box。　

One　day　I　was　informed　by　Mr。　Mell　that　Mr。　Creakle　would　be　
home　that　evening。　In　the　evening；　after　tea；　I　heard　that　he　was　
come。　Before　bedtime；　I　was　fetched　by　the　man　with　the　wooden　
leg　to　appear　before　him。　

Mr。　Creakle’s　part　of　the　house　was　a　good　deal　more　
comfortable　than　ours；　and　he　had　a　snug　bit　of　garden　that　looked　
pleasant　after　the　dusty　playground；　which　was　such　a　desert　in　
miniature；　that　I　thought　no　one　but　a　camel；　or　a　dromedary；　
could　have　felt　at　home　in　it。　It　seemed　to　me　a　bold　thing　even　to　
take　notice　that　the　passage　looked　comfortable；　as　I　went　on　my　
way；　trembling；　to　Mr。　Creakle’s　presence：　which　so　abashed　me；　
when　I　was　ushered　into　it；　that　I　hardly　saw　Mrs。　Creakle　or　Miss　
Creakle　（who　were　both　there；　in　the　parlour）；　or　anything　but　Mr。　
Creakle；　a　stout　gentleman　with　a　bunch　of　watch…chain　and　seals；　

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in　an　arm…chair；　with　a　tumbler　and　bottle　beside　him。　

‘So！’　said　Mr。　Creakle。　‘This　is　the　young　gentleman　whose　
teeth　are　to　be　filed！　Turn　him　round。’　

The　wooden…legged　man　turned　me　about　so　as　to　exhibit　the　
placard；　and　having　afforded　time　for　a　full　survey　of　it；　turned　me　
about　again；　with　my　face　to　Mr。　Creakle；　and　posted　himself　at　
Mr。　Creakle’s　side。　Mr。　Creakle’s　face　was　fiery；　and　his　eyes　were　
small；　and　deep　in　his　head；　he　had　thick　veins　in　his　forehead；　a　
little　nose；　and　a　large　chin。　He　was　bald　on　the　top　of　his　head；　
and　had　some　thin　wet…looking　hair　that　was　just　turning　grey；　
brushed　across　each　temple；　so　that　the　two　sides　interlaced　on　his　
forehead。　But　the　circumstance　about　him　which　impressed　me　
most；　was；　that　he　had　no　voice；　but　spoke　in　a　whisper。　The　
exertion　this　cost　him；　or　the　consciousness　of　talking　in　that　
feeble　way；　made　his　angry　face　so　much　more　angry；　and　his　thick　
veins　so　much　thicker；　when　he　spoke；　that　I　am　not　surprised；　on　
looking　back；　at　this　peculiarity　striking　me　as　his　chief　one。　‘Now；’　
said　Mr。　Creakle。　‘What’s　the　report　of　this　boy？’　

‘There’s　nothing　against　him　yet；’　returned　the　man　with　the　
wooden　leg。　‘There　has　been　no　opportunity。’　

I　thought　Mr。　Creakle　was　disappointed。　I　thought　Mrs。　and　
Miss　Creakle　（at　whom　I　now　glanced　for　the　first　time；　and　who　
were；　both；　thin　and　quiet）　were　not　disappointed。　

‘Come　here；　sir！’　said　Mr。　Creakle；　beckoning　to　me。　

‘Come　here！’　said　the　man　with　the　wooden　leg；　repeating　the　
gesture。　

‘I　have　the　happiness　of　knowing　your　father…in…law；’　whispered　
Mr。　Creakle；　taking　me　by　the　ear；　‘and　a　worthy　man　he　is；　and　a　
man　of　a　strong　character。　He　knows　me；　and　I　know　him。　Do　you　

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know　me？　Hey？’　said　Mr。　Creakle；　pinching　my　ear　with　ferocious　

playfulness。　

‘Not　yet；　sir；’　I　said；　flinching　with　the　pain。　

‘Not　yet？　Hey？’　repeated　Mr。　Creakle。　‘But　you　will　soon。　Hey？’　

‘You　will　soon。　Hey？’　repeated　the　man　with　the　wooden　leg。　I　
afterwards　found　that　he　generally　acted；　with　his　strong　voice；　as　
Mr。　Creakle’s　interpreter　to　the　boys。　

I　was　very　much　frightened；