Chapter 49 Chapter 45 Mr. Dick is as my aunt predicted

It's been a while since I left my PhD.But living near him, I saw him often; and we also went to his house two or three times together, for dinner or tea.Veterans always live in the doctor's house.She was exactly the same as before, and the two immortal butterflies were still flying here and there on the top of her hat. Like no other mother I've ever met in my life, Mrs. Markland was far more fun-seeking than her daughter.She has a lot of fun to be had, but like a strategic old soldier, she uses her children as an excuse, claiming to achieve her own goals for the children.The Doctor's wish to please Anne was therefore especially directed to this peculiar mother, who expressed her unconditional approval of his attention to detail.

I very much believe that she unknowingly pricked the doctor's wound.With her adult frivolity and selfishness (but this is not always combined with a mature age), she applauds him with enthusiasm for making Anne's life easier, which adds to the Doctor's concern. Not superfluous.The Doctor was afraid that he was a kind of bondage to his young wife, and that there was no kinship between them. "My dear," she said to him one day, as I was sitting, "you know, Anne is no doubt getting a little bored all this time shut up here." The doctor's kindly head nodded.

"When she's as old as her mother," said Mrs. Markland, waving her fan, "it'll be a different story. You can throw me in jail, as long as there's a decent company and a table." Little card, I never want to come out. But I'm not Anne, and Anne's not her mother, you know." "Of course, of course," said the doctor. "You are the best person—no, please forgive me!" because the doctor gestured to her to stop, "I must say it to your face, as I always say it behind your back, you are the best!" Good man; but of course you don't—do you?—have the same inclinations and fancies as Anne."

"No," replied the Doctor, in a sad tone. "No, of course not," echoed the old soldier. "Take your Dictionary as an example. What a useful work a Dictionary is! What an important work! The meaning of words! Without Dr. Johnson or that We're going to call Italian irons bedsteads, and we're going to call an Italian iron a bedstead. But we can't expect a Dictionary—especially before it's finished—to amuse Anne, can we?" The doctor shook his head. "Therefore, I applaud your thoughtfulness," said Mrs. Markland, patting him on the shoulder with her folded fan. "It can be seen that you don't expect the young to have the brains of the old like ordinary people of old age." .You've studied Anne's character, you know. That's what I find lovely!"

Under the sting of these compliments, I felt that even the usually calm and tolerant doctor showed a bit of pain on his face. "So, my dear Doctor," said the old soldier, patting him affectionately, "you may command me at any time of the season. Now, do understand that I am entirely at your command. I shall be willing to accompany Anne to the opera." , concerts, exhibitions and all kinds of places, you will never find me tired. My dear doctor, duty is above all else!" She keeps her word.She can be entertained a great deal, and she will never compromise her opinion.Every time she picked up a newspaper (which she read for two hours a day with her monocle in the softest chair in the house), she found something she was sure Anne would like to read.Anne said she hated the stuff and it wouldn't do any good, which her mother always said to her: "Here, my dear Anne, I believe you're wiser; I must tell you, my dear, that you failed Dr. Strong kindness."

She always said such things in front of the doctor, even if Annie had a hundred objections, I think she would mostly retract it.She was almost always at the mercy of her mother, going wherever the veteran wanted to go. At that time, Mr. Melton seldom accompanied them.Sometimes my aunt and Dora were invited and accepted without hindrance.Sometimes, only Dora was invited, and I was a little uneasy going because of Dora, but when I thought about what happened that night in the doctor's study, my suspicion changed.I believe the Doctor is right, and my suspicions are unwarranted. When my aunt and I were alone, she sometimes rubbed her nose and said she couldn't understand the problem; she wished they were happier; effect.My aunt went further: "If our military friend will cut off those butterflies and give them to the chimney sweep as a May Day gift, it will be regarded as her beginning to understand."

She trusted Mr. Dick very much.She said the man had evidently had an idea in his head; and if he got hold of it (which happened to be very difficult for him to do), he would surely be famous. Mr. Dick was completely ignorant of the prophecy, and he was the same as ever with the Doctor and Mrs. Strong.He doesn't seem to be moving forward or backward.He stood as firmly as a building on its original foundation.I should admit that I'm as confident that he's going to push this forward as I am that he's a building. One evening, however, some months after I was married, Mr. Dick stuck his head into the drawing-room (I was writing there alone, and Dora and my aunt went to tea with the two birds).He coughed meaningfully and said:

"I'm afraid talking to me will interfere with your work, Trowood?" "Never mind, Mr. Dick," I said, "come in!" "Troughwood," said Mr. Dick, putting his finger to his nose after shaking hands with me, "before I sit down, I would like to make a point. Do you know your aunt?" "A little bit." I replied. "She's the most wonderful woman in the world, brother!" Having delivered the words like a cannonball, Mr. Dick sat down with more dignity than usual, and stared at me. "Here, boy," said Mr. Dick, "I want to ask you a question."

"Ask as much as you want," I said. "What do you think of me, boy?" said Mr. Dick, folding his arms. "A dear old friend," I said. "Thank you, Trotwood," said Mr. Dick, rising up to shake my hand cheerfully and laughing, "but, I mean, boy," he said, with his former dignity, "what do you think of it What about me?" He stroked his forehead. I didn't know how to answer, but he helped me with one word. "Weakness?" said Mr. Dick. "Oh," I replied vaguely, "a little bit." "Exactly!" exclaimed Mr. Dick, seeming to take pleasure in my answer. "It's, Trotwood, when they take a bit of trouble out of somebody's head and send it somewhere, there's a kind of—" Dick Mr. Ke circled his hands rapidly around each other several times, then rubbed them together in a sign of confusion. "That's what happened to me. Huh?"

I nodded to him and he nodded to me. "All in all, my boy," said Mr. Dick, lowering his voice, "I'm simple." I wanted to revise this conclusion, but he stopped me. "Yes, I am! She meant to say I wasn't. She wouldn't listen to that; but I was. I know I was. If she didn't help me, boy, I must have been locked up all these years A sad day. But I will support her! I have not spent the money I earned from copying. I put it in a box. I have made a will. I will leave all the money to her .She's about to get rich— It's expensive! " Mr. Dick wiped his eyes with his little handkerchief, then carefully folded the little handkerchief, flattened it between his hands, and put it in his pocket, just as he would have kept my aunt in a little handkerchief.

"You're a scholar now, Trotwood," said Mr. Dick. "You're a fine scholar. You know what a doctor is, and what a great man is. You know what he's always done to me, no Puffed up for his wisdom, but humbled, humbled, even to poor ignorant Dick. I wrote his name on a piece of paper when the kite flew with the larks in the sky It was on paper, and kites were sent along the line. The kites were delighted to receive his name, and became clearer and clearer because of his name." I say with all sincerity that the Doctor deserves to be the person we most respect and admire. He was very happy to hear that. "His beautiful lady is a star," said Mr. Dick, "a shining star. I've seen her shine, my boy. But," he moved his chair closer, and put his Hands on my lap—"Dark cloud, dark cloud, buddy." His face was full of sorrow, and I shook my head to answer him, showing sorrow too. "What cloud?" said Mr. Dick. He was looking at me so earnestly, so eager to know, and I labored to answer him, slowly and clearly, as if explaining something to a child. "There has been an unfortunate rift between them," I answered, "with the cause of an unpleasant rift. A secret. It may have something to do with the difference in their ages, or it may have arisen out of nowhere." When I said something, Mr. Dick nodded his head thoughtfully as if giving a count. After I finished speaking, he stopped, sat there looking at my face, and still put his hand on my knee to consider my words. "The Doctor is not angry with her, Trowood?" he said after a while. "No, he loves her very much." "Then I see, boy!" said Mr. Dick. He patted my knee and leaned back in his seat, his eyebrows raised as high as possible.His sudden ecstasy made me think he was crazier than ever.He also suddenly regained his dignity, leaning forward as before, and before speaking respectfully spread the little handkerchief as if it were my aunt. "The most wonderful woman ever, Trowood. Why didn't she try to remedy it?" "The matter is too delicate and difficult to intervene in," I replied. "Excellent scholar," he said, pointing at me, "why didn't he think of a way?" "For the same reason," I replied. "Here, I see, boy!" said Mr. Dick.So he stood in front of me more happily than before, nodding his head and slapping his chest constantly, making one suspect that he had almost blown out or slapped out all the Qi in his body. "A poor madman, boy," said Mr. Dick, "a simple-minded fellow, an indecisive fellow--this one, you know!" I'll reconcile them, boy, I'll try. They won't blame me, they won't hold me against me. They won't mind if I'm wrong. I'm only Mr. Dick, and who will Does Mr. K mind? Dick's nothing! Shhh!" He huffed, contemptuously, as if he'd blown himself off. At this moment we heard the carriage which brought back my aunt and Dora stopped at the little garden gate, and luckily he finished the secret at this time. "Don't say a word, boy!" he whispered. "Let Dick--foolish Dick--crazy Dick take all the blame. I thought about it for a while, boy , I thought, I'll find a way, and now I have a way. After you and I have talked about this, I believe I have a way, and it's not bad at all!" Mr. Dick said no more word on the subject, but during the next half hour he kept signaling to me to keep the secrecy, which disturbed my aunt very much. I was interested in the result of his plan, for in all his conclusions I saw a gleam of reason in the strange mind, not to mention sympathy, as he often expressed it, but two or three weeks passed , I can't get more news, I wonder secretly in my heart.Later, I began to think that because of his confusion, he either forgot his thoughts or gave up. One fine evening, as Dora refused to go out, my aunt and I walked to the doctor's house.It was autumn, and no debate disturbed the nocturnal atmosphere, and as we trod upon fallen leaves I remembered the smell of our Brandstone gardens, and the mourning that seemed to come with the mournful autumn wind. feeling of relatives. It was dusk when we arrived in front of the house.Mrs. Strong had just left the garden, and Mr. Dick was still there, helping the gardener with his knife to repair some stumps.The Doctor receives guests in his study.But according to Mrs. Strong a visitor is coming, and she asks us to stay and see him.We walked to the living room with her and sat down in front of the dark window.There is no formality when old neighbors or old friends like us visit. We'd just been sitting there a little while, when Mrs. Markland, who was always making a fuss and making a fuss, came hurrying in with a newspaper, and gasped, "My God, Anne, why didn't you tell me there was a visitor in the study!" "My dear mother," she answered quietly, "how did I know you wanted to know that?" "Know that!" said Mrs. Markland, throwing herself down on the sofa. "I've never been so startled and frightened in my life!" "So you've been to the study, mother?" asked Anne. "Been to the study, my dear!" she replied emphatically. "Of course I have been! I saw the good man—please imagine how I feel, Miss Trotwood and David—is standing What about his will?" Her daughter hurriedly looked back from the window. "Now, my dear Anne," repeated Mrs. Markland, spreading the newspaper on her knees like a table-cloth, and clapping her hands on it, "making a will! What foresight and enthusiasm is that dear fellow." I ought to tell you that. I really should, in honor of that darling--he deserves that title!--tell you that, perhaps you know, Miss Trotwood, since one is never ordered in this house Candles, one man reads the newspaper and his eyes almost fall out; and there is no chair in this house to sit on and read the newspaper except a chair in the study, so I go to the study. I see there is lights, and I opened the door. With the dear doctor were two professional friends, obviously connected with the law, all three of them standing at the table. The lovely doctor held a pen.' Well, it just means ’ said the Doctor—Anne, my dear, listen to these words—so, gentlemen, this is nothing more than a token of my confidence in Mrs. Strong and giving her everything unconditionally?” replied a professional friend : 'And give her everything unconditionally.' Hearing this, I said with the natural feeling of a mother, 'Good God, please forgive me!' Come here on the trail." Mrs. Strong pushed open the window, went out onto the porch, and stood leaning on a post. "Well, isn't it touching, Miss Trotwood, to see a man of Dr. Strong's age, with the mind to do such a thing? Isn't it touching, David?" Mrs. Markland said. Mechanically followed Annie with his eyes and said. "It only shows how right my opinion is, when Dr. Strong came to me and asked me to marry her, and I said to Anne, 'My dear, it seems to me that there is nothing to be done about the proper maintenance of your life. There seems little doubt that Dr. Strong will do more than he promises.'” As she spoke, the bell rang, and we heard the steps of the guests. "It's all settled, no doubt," said the old soldier, after he had listened a moment; "that lovely man has signed, stamped, and handed it over, and is relieved. That's it! What a mind! Anne, my dear, I am going to the study with my paper, for I cannot live without the news. Miss Trowood, David, please come and see the Doctor." When we accompanied her to the study, I saw Mr. Dick packing his knives in the dim light, and I saw my aunt rubbing her nose vigorously to vent her indignation against our military friends.As to who was the first to approach the study, how Mrs. Markland sat down in the easy chair at once, how my aunt and I stopped at the door at the same time (perhaps her eyes were quicker than mine and kept me behind), even if I I know, I don't remember either.But I know that before the Doctor saw us, we saw him sitting at a table surrounded by those big folio books he liked.Meanwhile, we see Mrs. Strong slipping in, pale and trembling.Mr. Dick took her arm and put his other hand on the doctor's arm, causing the latter to look up impassively.When the doctor raised his head, his wife knelt on one knee at his feet, raised her hands as if praying, and stared at his face. I will never forget the look on her face when she stared at him.Seeing all this, Mrs. Markland dropped the newspaper, gaping open-mouthed like a statue about to be put on board the ship called Surprise—I can't think of a better metaphor. The doctor's gentle gesture and astonishment, the intertwined dignity of his wife's entreaty, Mr. Dick's genial concern, the earnestness of my aunt's whisper of "that man's mad" (she triumphantly expressed that she had rescued him from his misery), When I write down at this moment, I can not only remember, but also see and hear. "Doctor!" said Mr. Dick, "what's the diaphragm? Look here!" "Annie!" cried the Doctor, "don't kneel before me, my dear!" "Yes!" she said, "I beg you all to stay! Oh, my husband and father, break this long silence. Let us both know what is between us!" Mrs. Markland, now regaining her ability to speak, seemed to be proud of her family pride and her mother's dignity, and cried desperately: "Annie, get up quickly, unless you want to see me go crazy here at once. Don't use it." This self-deprecating method humiliates everyone related to you!" "Mother!" replied Anne, "don't talk nonsense to me. I'm telling my husband that you're nothing if you're here!" "It's nothing!" cried Mrs. Markland. "I, it's nothing! The child has gone mad! Give me a glass of water, please!" I was too concerned with the Doctor and his wife to heed this request, nor did it affect anyone else.Then Mrs. Markland panted, stared, and fanned herself. "Anne!" said the Doctor, hugging her affectionately, "my dear! If, through the passage of time, our married life has inevitably changed, it is not your fault. It is mine, and all of mine." Yes. My love, my admiration, my respect have not changed. I hope to make you happy. I do love and honor you. Rise, Anne, please." But she refused to get up.After looking at him for a while, she leaned closer to him, put her arms across his knees, and let her head hang on them.She said: "If there were any friend of mine here, for me, or for my husband, to speak a word on the subject; if there were any friend of mine here, to say whatever suspicion my conscience sometimes whispers to me; If there is a friend of mine here who respects my husband and cares about me and maybe knows how to help us get back together - I ask that friend to speak up!" There was a heavy silence.After a painful hesitation, I broke the silence. "Mrs. Strong," I said, "I know one thing, and Dr. Strong asked me to keep it a secret, and I kept it until tonight. But I believe that to keep it now will cost confidence and Thoughtfully misunderstood, your plea unleashes his restraint on me." She turned her face to me for a moment.I know I'm doing the right thing.I couldn't resist her pleading face, even if it made me feel less completely believable. "Our future peace may be in your hands," she said, "and I am quite sure that you will not hide a thing. I have long known that nothing I have heard from you or anyone else can only show the dignity of my husband." heart. No matter how you think those words offend me, don't care. After that, I'm going to speak my mind before him and before God." After hearing such an earnest request, without asking the doctor for permission, I told everything that happened in this room that night.I am not discounting the facts except to soften Uriah Heep's tone a little.During the whole process of my narration, Mrs. Markland stared, screamed and sighed from time to time, all kinds of things are hard to describe. After I finished speaking, Anne was silent for a while, still bowing her head as I wrote earlier.Then, she took the doctor's hand, which had been in the same position when we came in and saw him, and kissed it on her chest.Mr. Dick held her gently.As she spoke, she rose, leaning against Mr. Dick, and looking at her husband—she never took her eyes off him. "Everything I've thought since we were married," she said in a low, docile voice, "I'll tell you all. I've heard everything, and if I don't tell you all, I will Can't live." "No, Anne," said the doctor gently, "I never suspected you, my child. No need, no need, my dear." "It is necessary," she said in the same tone, "that I should open my whole heart to that generous and faithful soul. God knows, I love and respect him more and more every year and every day. that person!" "Really," interposed Mrs. Markland, "if I was a sensible man—" ("You're not, you demolition man," my aunt whispered resentfully.) "—Let me be allowed to say: there is no need for elaboration." "No one can judge but my husband, mother," said Anne, still looking at her husband, "and he will listen to me. If I say anything that pains you, mother, forgive me. I have done it myself. First suffered pain, I have suffered pain often, and I have endured it for a long time." "Really!" gasped Mrs. Markland. "When I was very young," said Anne, "when I was only a child, all my earliest knowledge came from a patient friend and teacher—my dear father's friend—whom I will always respect. Remembering All that I know, I cannot help thinking of him, who deposited the first precious thoughts in my mind, and stamped upon all that his character. I believe that if I had learned from others Nothing would be so beneficial to me if I got it there than through him." "She takes her mother so lightly!" cried Mrs. Markland. "It's not like that, mother," said Anne. "I just see him as he is. That's what I have to do. He still holds the same place in me when I grow up. I can get his attention." proud of him, I have great admiration, gratitude and attachment for him. I cannot describe how much I value him--see him as a father, as a mentor, as different from all others in his praise , if I can't trust the whole world, I can trust him too. You know, Mom, how young and inexperienced I was when you suddenly introduced him to me as a lover." "I've told that fact to everyone here at least fifty times!" said Mrs. Markland. ("Then be quiet, for God's sake, be quiet!" whispered my aunt.) "In the beginning, I thought it was a big change and a big loss," said Annie, her expression and tone remained unchanged. "I was excited and in pain. I was just a child, and I have always been respected by him. I feel a little sorry for the change. But nothing could make him the same, so I was proud of being so valued by him, and we got married." "—in St. Alfish, Canterbury," said Mrs. Markland. ("Woman!" said my aunt, "she just won't be quiet!") "I never thought," continued Anne, blushing, "that my husband would be of any worldly interest to me. In my young heart there was only reverence, not petty thoughts. Forgive me for saying this, Mother—you are the first person I think of when I think of someone who could wrong me and him with that cruel suspicion." "Me!" cried Mrs. Markland. ("Ah! You, of course!" said my aunt. "You can't do that with a fan, my soldier friend.") "I was the first misfortune of my new life," said Anne, "the first of every kind of unhappiness I knew. Afterwards, more than I could count,— But not—my good husband—not for reasons you imagine; for no power can separate from you what my heart thinks, remembers, or desires." She raised her eyes and joined her hands.I think she is as beautiful and pure as all angels.From then on, the Doctor looked at her as intently as she had looked at him. "In the past, Mom was blameless for exploiting you for herself," she continued, "and I'm sure her motives were beyond reproach anyway—but, when I see a lot of illicit demands and When my name came upon you, when I saw how you were being fooled in my name; when I saw how tolerant you were, and how indignant Mr. Wickfield, who cared so much for your interests; I began to feel that people Suspecting that I traded love for money - so many people in this world, I sold it to you - this suspicion became a humiliation that I unreasonably forced you to share. My soul knows that I will give it all on the day I marry My love and my fame, but I've always had this horror and trouble in my heart, and I can't tell you what it's like--mother can't imagine what it's like." "For housekeeping," cried Mrs. Markland, through tears, "a man should be rewarded like that! I wish I were a savage!" ("I wish you were--and on your own little lot!" said the aunt.) "At that time, my mother was very concerned about my cousin Melton. I liked him," she said softly but without hesitation. Maybe think that I really love him, and maybe marry him and be in the greatest misfortune. In marriage, there is no difference greater than the difference of thought and belief." As I listened to the following words, I kept savoring those words—"In marriage, there is no disparity greater than the difference of thought and conviction"—as if there was something special about it that I couldn't appreciate, as if Very rare. "In marriage, there is no greater disparity than disagreement of thought and belief." "We have nothing in common," said Anne, "and I have long since discovered that there is none. If I am not grateful to my husband for many other things, it is for him that I owe the first false impulse of my uncultivated heart." to thank him for being rescued from the She stood motionless in front of the doctor, and continued with a sincerity that moved me.However, her voice was still as calm as before. "While he waits for you to do him so generously for me, and when I rejoice in this profiteering course, I feel that he ought to make his own way. I feel that, if I were him, I must have done it against all odds. But I did not despise him before he set out for India. I knew that night that he had a false heart and was ungrateful. I have been at Wakefield ever since There was a double meaning in the sir's scrutiny of me. I began to feel the dark cloud of suspicion that hung over my life." "Suspicion, Anne!" said the Doctor. "No, no, no!" "There is nothing in you, I know, my husband!" she went on, "that night I came before you to unload all the burden of my shame and pain; I know, I must say, that under your roof, One of my relatives (who you do favor on my behalf) said to me things he should never have said, even if he thought of me as a mercenary--at the time, in my heart I hate the stench of that story. I never told it, and haven't since." Mrs. Markland gave a short sigh, leaned back in the easy chair, and hid her face in her fan, as if she was going to hide behind it forever. "Since then, I have never spoken to him except in your presence; I have spoken to him, but to avoid the above explanation. It has been several years since he learned of his place here from me. You secretly gave him a lot of benefits in order to make him progress, and then you told me that you wanted to surprise and delight me. You have to believe that these benefits made me feel even more troubled and stressed in the bottom of my heart." She fell gently at the doctor's feet, and the doctor couldn't stop her no matter what.She looked up into the doctor's face with tears in her eyes and said: "Don't say anything to me yet! Let me say a few more words! Right or wrong, if it could start all over again, I'm sure I'd still be doing it. You never know, dedicating yourself to you with those old thoughts, You'll never know what it's like to know that anyone can suspect that my fidelity is bought, while being haunted by ambiguities that are proof of that suspicion. I'm young and I have no one to guide me .Mother and I disagree greatly on all matters concerning you. If I hesitate to hide the humiliation that has happened to me, it is because I respect you very much, and I very much want you to respect me!" "Anne, my pure daughter!" said the Doctor, "my dear child!" "One more point! Just a few words! I have often thought that there are many people you could marry who would never bring you such burdens and troubles. They would make your home more valuable. I often regretted I thought, I'd better be your student, even a child. I've often been afraid that I'm not worthy of your learning and wisdom. If all this makes me hesitate to say those things--in fact it doesn't. in this way-- That's still because I respect you very much and hope you respect me one day. " "The day has been bright for a long time, Anne," said the Doctor, "and it's going to be a long night, my dear." "There is one more sentence! Later I intentionally—doing so firmly, and secretly made up my mind—to hide the bad things about the person who has been to you for so many years in my heart, and only let myself suffer alone. The last sentence, dearest Best friend! The reason for your recent change has come to light tonight. I have watched that change with great pain and sorrow, and sometimes thought of my old fears—and I have sometimes made more realistic assumptions. Tonight , I also know by an accident that even under this misunderstanding you still have such a noble confidence in me. I do not expect my love and devotion to be worthy of your precious confidence, But I can look upon this dear face of yours, knowing all this, revered as a father's face, adored as a husband's, sacred as a friend's face in my childhood ——raise my eyes and solemnly declare that I never have any intention of being sorry for you. I have never wavered in my love and loyalty that are inferior to yours!" She put her arms around his neck and he rested his head on hers, his white hair mingling with hers. "Oh, hold me tight, my husband! Never forsake me! Don't think or say that there is any difference between us, because, apart from my many immaturities, there is no difference between us. Every passing year , I understand this better, and I value you more and more. Oh, hold me, my husband, for my love is built on a rock, and it will never change!" In the silence that followed, my aunt stepped steadily up to Mr. Dick with stately steps, put her arms around him, and kissed him loudly.It was a good time for him to do it, for his decency's sake, because I saw him trying to act like a rooster - I believe he was - to show his joy. "You're a fine man, Dick!" said my aunt approvingly, with a very resolute look. "Don't pretend to be anything else, I know a lot!" Having said that, my aunt tugged at his sleeve and nodded to me; so the three of us slipped out quietly and headed home. "Anyway, this is a blow to our military friend," said my aunt on the way home. "If there's nothing else to like, I'd be able to sleep better for that alone!" "I'm afraid she's very sorry," said Mr. Dick sympathetically. “什么！你见过一头鳄鱼难过吗？”姨奶奶说道。 “我不认为我见过一头鳄鱼呢。”狄克先生很温和地答道。 “如果没那老怪物，什么问题也不会发生，”姨奶奶有力地说道，“但愿有些母亲不要干涉她们出嫁的女儿，不要亲热到暴虐的程度。她们似乎觉得，把一个不幸的女孩送到这世界上来——天哪，就像是这女孩求着被送来、心甘情愿被送来一样——她们能得到的唯一报酬就是有充分的权利让她苦恼得要离开这世界。你在想什么，特洛？” 我在想已经说过的一切。我仍然在想一些被说过的句子——“在婚姻中，没有任何悬殊差异能超过思想和信念的差异，”“缺乏修养的内心第一个错误冲动，”“我的爱情是建在磐石上的，”——可是我们到家了，脚下是被踩过无数次的落叶，秋风正在刮着。