第 80 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9177
  it’s not my way; I’d calculated pretty close; though I hadn’t made
  out a bill; and I said; ‘One pound thirty。’ That was paying for the
  mater’als and paying me; but none too much; for my work。 Th’ old
  squire looked up at this; and peered in his way at the screen; and
  said; ‘One pound thirteen for a gimcrack like that! Lydia; my dear;
  if you must spend money on these things; why don’t you get them
  at Rosseter; instead of paying double price for clumsy work here?
  Such  things are   not  work   for  a   carpenter like  Adam。   Give   him   a
  guinea; and no  more。’   Well;   Miss   Lyddy;   I   reckon;   believed   what
  he   told   her;   and   she’s   not   over…fond   o’   parting   with   the   money
  herself—she’s not a bad woman at bottom; but she’s been brought
  up   under  his   thumb; so  she began   fidgeting   with   her   purse;   and
  turned   as   red   as   her   ribbon。   But   I   made   a   bow;   and   said;   ‘No;
  thank   you;   madam;   I’ll   make   you   a   present   o’   the   screen;   if   you
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  please。 I’ve charged the regular price for my work; and I know it’s
  done   well;   and   I   know;   begging   His   Honour’s   pardon;   that   you
  couldn’t   get   such   a   screen   at   Rosseter   under   two   guineas。         I’m
  willing to give you my work—it’s been done in my own time; and
  nobody’s got anything to do with it but me; but if I’m paid; I can’t
  take a smaller price than I asked; because that ’ud be like saying
  I’d asked more than was just。 With your leave; madam; I’ll bid you
  good…morning。’ I made my bow and went out before she’d time to
  say  any   more;   for   she   stood   with   the   purse   in   her   hand;   looking
  almost   foolish。   I   didn’t   mean   to   be   disrespectful;   and   I   spoke   as
  polite as I could; but I can give in to no man; if he wants to make it
  out as I’m trying to overreach him。 And in the evening the footman
  brought me the one pound thirteen   wrapped   in   paper。   But  since
  then I’ve seen pretty clear as th’ old squire can’t abide me。”
  “That’s      likely   enough;      that’s   likely    enough;”      said    Bartle
  meditatively。 “The only way to bring him round would be to show
  him what was for his own interest; and that the captain may do—
  that the captain may do。”
  “Nay; I don’t know;” said Adam; “the squire’s ’cute enough but
  it takes something else besides ’cuteness to make folks see what’ll
  be   their   interest   in   the   long   run。   It   takes   some   conscience   and
  belief in right and wrong; I see that pretty clear。 You’d hardly ever
  bring     round    th’  old   squire    to  believe    he’d   gain   as  much     in  a
  straightfor’ard   way  as by  tricks and   turns。  And;   besides;   I’ve   not
  much mind to work under him:   I   don’t  want  to  quarrel   with  any
  gentleman; more particular an old gentleman turned eighty; and I
  know   we      couldn’t   agree     long。  If  the   captain    was   master     o’  th’
  estate;   it   ’ud   be   different:   he’s   got   a   conscience   and   a   will   to   do
  right; and I’d sooner work for him nor for any man living。”
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  “Well; well; my boy; if good luck knocks at your door; don’t you
  put   your   head     out   at  window      and   tell  it  to  be  gone    about    its
  business; that’s all。 You must learn  to  deal   with  odd and   even in
  life; as well as in figures。 I tell you now; as I told you ten years ago;
  when you pommelled young Mike Holdsworth for wanting to pass
  a bad shilling before you knew whether he was in jest or earnest—
  you’re   over…hasty   and   proud;   and   apt   to   set   your   teeth   against
  folks that don’t square to your notions。 It’s no harm for me to be a
  bit   fiery   and    stiff…backed—I’m        an   old  schoolmaster;       and    shall
  never want to get on to a higher perch。 But where’s the use of all
  the    time   I’ve  spent    in  teaching     you   writing    and    mapping      and
  mensuration;   if   you’re   not   to   get   for’ard   in   the   world   and   show
  folks there’s some advantage in having a head on your shoulders;
  instead of a turnip? Do you mean to go on turning up your nose at
  every   opportunity   because   it’s   got   a   bit   of   a   smell   about   it   that
  nobody   finds   out   but   yourself?   It’s      as  foolish   as  that   notion    o’
  yours that a wife is to make a working…man comfortable。 Stuff and
  nonsense! Stuff and nonsense!  Leave   that  to  fools   that never  got
  beyond   a   sum   in   simple   addition。   Simple   addition   enough!   Add
  one   fool   to   another   fool;   and   in   six   years’   time   six   fools   more—
  they’re all of the same denomination; big and little’s nothing to do
  with the sum!”
  During       this   rather     heated     exhortation       to   coolness      and
  discretion the pipe had gone out; and Bartle gave the climax to his
  speech   by   striking   a   light   furiously;   after   which   he   puffed   with
  fierce resolution; fixing his eye still on Adam; who was trying not
  to laugh。
  “There’s   a   good   deal   o’   sense   in   what   you   say;   Mr。   Massey;”
  Adam began; as soon as he felt quite serious; “as there always is。
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  But  you’ll   give   in   that  it’s   no  business   o’   mine   to  be   building   on
  chances that may never happen。 What I’ve got to do is to work as
  well as I can with the tools and mater’als I’ve got in my hands。 If a
  good   chance   comes   to   me;   I’ll   think   o’   what   you’ve   been   saying;
  but till then; I’ve got nothing to do but to trust to my own hands
  and my own head…piece。 I’m turning over a little plan for Seth and
  me   to   go   into   the   cabinet…making   a   bit   by   ourselves;   and   win   a
  extra pound or two in that way。 But it’s getting late now—it’ll be
  pretty near eleven before I’m at home; and Mother may happen to
  lie awake; she’s more fidgety nor usual now。 So I’ll bid you good…
  night。”
  “Well; well; we’ll go to the gate with you—it’s a fine night;” said
  Bartle;   taking   up   his   stick。   Vixen   was   at   once   on   her   legs;   and
  without further words the   three   walked   out  into  the   starlight;   by
  the side of Bartle’s potato…beds; to the little gate。
  “Come   to  the   music  o’   Friday night;   if  you  can;   my  boy;”   said
  the old man; as he closed the gate after Adam and leaned against
  it。
  “Aye; aye;” said Adam; striding along towards the streak of pale
  road。   He   was   the   only   object   moving   on   the   wide   common。   The
  two grey donkeys; just visible in front of the gorse bushes; stood as
  still as limestone images—as still as the grey…thatched roof of the
  mud cottage a little farther on。 Bartle kept his eye on the moving
  figure   till   it   passed   into   the   darkness;   while   Vixen;   in   a   state   of
  divided   affection;   had   twice   run   back   to   the   house   to   bestow   a
  parenthetic lick on her puppies。
  “Aye;   aye;” muttered   the   schoolmaster;   as   Adam   disappeared;
  “there   you   go;   stalking   along—stalking   along;   but   you   wouldn’t
  have been what you are if you hadn’t had a bit of old lame Bartle
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  inside   you。   The   strongest   calf   must   have   something   to   suck   at。
  There’s      plenty    of  these   big;   lumbering      fellows    ’ud   never    have
  known their A B C; if it hadn’t been for Bartle Massey。 Well; well;
  Vixen; you foolish wench; what is it; what is it? I must go in; must
  I?   Aye;   aye;   I’m   never   to   have   a   will   o’   my   own   any   more。   And
  those pups—what do you think I’m   to do  with  ’em;   when   they’re
  twice     as  big   as  you?    For   I’m   pretty    sure   the   father    was    that
  hulking   bull…terrier   of   Will   Baker’s—wasn’t   he   now;   eh;   you   sly
  hussy?”   (Here   Vixen   tucked   her   tail   between   her   legs   and   ran