Chapter 8 chapter eight

Philip, who was used to the life of an only child without companions, was no less lonely and desolate in the parsonage than he had been in his mother's life.He made friends with Mary Ann.Mary Ann was a small, round-faced, thirty-five-year-old whose father fished for a living.When she was eighteen years old, she came to the pastor's house, which was the first home of her servants, and she had no intention of leaving here; but she often used "I'm getting married" as a magic weapon to frighten timid housekeepers and hostesses.Her parents lived in a small house off Harbor Street.She often visits them in the evenings when she is free.The sea stories she told fascinated Philip.A child's imagination casts a legendary color on the narrow streets and alleys around the port, and they appear fantastic to him.Philip asked one evening if he could go with Mary Ann to her house, but his aunt was afraid that he might get something wrong, and his uncle said that if you are close to ink, you will be black, and that the company of dirty people will spoil the good. upbringing.Mr. Carey had a dislike for the fishermen, who were rude, and who attended non-parish churches.But Philip was more at ease in the kitchen than in the dining-room, and whenever he could get a chance he took his toys and went into the kitchen to play.His aunt didn't care much.She didn't like making a mess in the house; she also admitted that boys and children were bound to make trouble in the house, so it was better to let him go to the kitchen to make a fuss.Usually, when Philip was a little restless, Mr. Carey seemed very impatient, and said it was long past time to send him to school.Mrs. Carey thought Philip was too young to go to school, and to tell the truth, she really loved the motherless boy.She really wanted to win the child's favor, but she didn't do it very wisely, which made the child feel embarrassed, and the child couldn't refuse her various expressions of affection, and the result showed a displeased face, which made her feel sad.Sometimes she heard Philip laughing shrilly in the kitchen, but as soon as she stepped through the kitchen door the boy fell silent.Philip's little cheeks flushed brightly every time Mary Ann explained her laughter.After hearing this, Mrs. Carey didn't think there was anything interesting, but smiled reluctantly.

"William, the child seems happier with Mary Ann than with us," she said to her husband, returning to her sewing, as she resumed her work. "Anyone can see that the little fellow is uneducated. He needs to be disciplined." In the second week of Philip's arrival, misfortune befell him.After lunch, Mr. Carey went to take his usual nap in the living room, but that day he was so distraught that he couldn't sleep.In the morning the vicar adorned the chancel with a few candlesticks, only to be strongly objected by Josiah Graves.The candlesticks were secondhand from Canterbury, and he thought them very handsome.But Josiah Graves insisted it was something Catholic.Such a taunt always made the pastor very angry.Mr. Carey was studying at Oxford when the Oxford Movement broke out, which ended with Edward Manning's secession from the Church.Mr. Carey, for his part, was somewhat sympathetic to the Roman Catholic Church.He would very much like to make the liturgy here in Blackstable's Low Church parish a little grander, with a procession that would set the house full of candles, and now only a few candles could be lit at best. fragrant.He hated the term "Protestant" and called him a Catholic.He often said that those who believed in the Roman Catholic Church became Roman "Catholics" simply because they needed a title to flaunt their status; teach".He was always very proud of his appearance: with a clean-shaven face, he was born with the appearance of a Catholic priest; and his unique ascetic appearance in his youth gave people the impression of a "Catholic priest".He often tells people about a time when he was on vacation in Boulogne (that time, as usual, his wife did not accompany him to save money): one day, he was sitting in a certain church, a French parish The pastor walked up to him specially and asked him to give a sermon on the stage.Mr. Carey insisted on the celibacy of clergymen who were not yet ordained, and he dismissed his curates as soon as they married.However, during a certain general election, the Liberals painted a few big words with blue pen on the fence of his garden: "This road leads to Rome".Mr. Carey was furious and threatened to take the leader of the Blackstable Liberal Party to court.Now he made up his mind that no matter what Josiah Graves said, he would not want him to remove the candlestick from the altar; thinking of the annoyance, he couldn't help muttering "Bismarck" a few times!

At this moment, the pastor suddenly heard a crash.He threw off the handkerchief covering his face, jumped up from the sofa, and went straight to the dining room.Philip sat at the table surrounded by a large pile of bricks.He just built a majestic castle, but there was something wrong with the bottom, and as a result, the whole building collapsed and became a pile of ruins. "What are you doing with those bricks, Philip? You know no games allowed on Sundays." Philip stared at the priest with frightened eyes, while his little face flushed from habit. "I used to make games at home all the time," he replied.

"I'm sure your good mother would never have allowed you to do such a bad thing." It did not occur to Philip that it should be done unjustly; but if it were, he did not want it to be thought that his mother approved of it.He drooped his head and remained silent. "Don't you know that playing games on Sunday is very unfair? Don't you think about why Sunday is called a day of rest? You go to church at night, but you violated God's commandments in the afternoon, how can you face God at night Woolen cloth?" Mr. Carey told Philip to remove the brick immediately, and stood by to supervise him.

"You're a naughty kid," he muttered over and over. "Think of your poor mother in heaven, how much you are making her sad now." Philip couldn't help crying, but out of instinct, he didn't want to be seen crying, so he clenched his teeth and tried not to cry.Mr. Carey sat down in the easy chair, picked up a book, and flipped through it.Philip stood at the window.The Vicarage is quite secluded, at a considerable distance from the Canterbury road.From the dining room window, you can see a long semicircular lawn, and beyond, a green field stretching to the sky.Flock of sheep grazes in the field.It was dreary and gloomy, and Philip was full of misery.

At this moment Mary Ann came in to serve tea, and Aunt Louisa came downstairs. "Did you get a good nap, William?" she asked. "What!" he replied. "Philip is making so much noise that one cannot sleep a wink." What Mr. Carey said was not quite true, for his insomnia was his own fault.Philip listened with a sullen face, muttering to himself: I can't find it occasionally and make some noises. Before and after this, why can't uncle sleep? It doesn't make sense.Mrs. Carey asked what was the matter, and the preacher said exactly what was going on. "He didn't even say sorry," Mr. Carey added at last.

"Oh, Philip, I know you must feel sorry for your uncle, don't you?" said Mrs. Carey hastily, lest the child should make an unnecessary impression on his uncle. Philip said nothing, just munching on the bread and butter in his hand.Philip himself couldn't understand where the force came from, and he refused to apologize and admit his mistake.He felt a dull pain in his ears, and he really wanted to cry, but he just refused to utter a word. "You don't have to make a fool of yourself, it's bad enough," said Mr. Carey. Everyone finished their refreshments at the door.Mrs. Carey stole a glance at Philip now and then out of the corner of her eye; but Mr. Carey deliberately ignored him.When Philip saw his uncle go upstairs to dress for church, he ran into the hall to get his hat and coat, but when the vicar came down and saw Philip, he said to him:

"I hope you don't go to church tonight, Philip. I don't think you are in a state of mind to go into a Catholic church." Philip said nothing, his cheeks were burning with shame and humiliation.He stood there in silence, watching his uncle put on his wide-brimmed hat and his fat cloak.Mrs. Carey saw her husband to the door as usual, then turned to Philip and said: "Never mind, Philip, you'll be all right next Sunday, won't you? Then your uncle will take you to church again in the evening." She took Philip's hat and coat off and led him into the dining room.

"Shall we say the prayers together, Philip? We'll play the organ and sing the hymns. Don't you like it?" Philip shook his head resolutely, and Mrs. Carey was startled.If the boy would not say Vespers with her, she did not know what to do with him. "And what do you want to do until uncle comes back?" Mrs. Carey asked helplessly. At last Philip spoke. "I hope nobody bothers me," he said. "Philip, how can you say such heartless things? Don't you know that your uncle and I are all for your own good? Don't you love me at all?" "I hate you. I wish you were dead!"

Mrs. Carey gasped.She was dumbfounded that the child should say such a rude and rude thing.Mrs. Carey was momentarily speechless.She sat down in her husband's easy chair, and thinking of how much she loved the lonely and crippled child, how desperately she wanted to be loved by him, tears welled up in her eyes, and the tears flowed down her cheeks. Slowly trickle down the cheeks.Mrs. Carey could not have children of her own; she considered it doubtless the will of God that she should be childless.Even so, she sometimes felt unbearable when she saw other people's children, and felt sad and sad.Philip couldn't help being stunned to see his aunt's expression.She took out a handkerchief and burst into tears.Philip suddenly realized that what he had just said had hurt his aunt's heart and made her cry.Feeling guilty, he quietly walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek.It was the first time Philip came to kiss her on his own initiative.The poor, withered, haggard old woman--so small in her black satin dress, with such ridiculous spirals--took the child on her knees, and held her tightly , while still weeping sadly in a low voice.However, half of the tears she shed were out of joy, and she felt that the barrier between herself and the child no longer existed.She felt a sense of involuntary affection for the child now, because the child had given her a taste of pain.