简爱(英文版)-第14部分

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“This　house　where　you　are　e　to　live。”
“And　why　do　they　call　it　Institution？　Is　it　in　any　way　different　from　other　schools？”
“It　is　partly　a　charity…school：　you　and　I；　and　all　the　rest　of　us；　are　charity…children。　I　suppose　you　are　an　orphan：　are　not　either　your　father　or　your　mother　dead？”
“Both　died　before　I　can　remember。”
“Well；　all　the　girls　here　have　lost　either　one　or　both　parents；　and　this　is　called　an　institution　for　educating　orphans。”
“Do　we　pay　no　money？　Do　they　keep　us　for　nothing？”
“We　pay；　or　our　friends　pay；　fifteen　pounds　a　year　for　each。”
“Then　why　do　they　call　us　charity…children？”
“Because　fifteen　pounds　is　not　enough　for　board　and　teaching；　and　the　deficiency　is　supplied　by　subscription。”
“Who　subscribes？”
“Different　benevolent…minded　ladies　and　gentlemen　in　this　neighbourhood　and　in　London。”
“Who　was　Naomi　Brocklehurst？”
“The　lady　who　built　the　new　part　of　this　house　as　that　tablet　records；　and　whose　son　overlooks　and　directs　everything　here。”
“Why？”
“Because　he　is　treasurer　and　manager　of　the　establishment。”
“Then　this　house　does　not　belong　to　that　tall　lady　who　wears　a　watch；　and　who　said　we　were　to　have　some　bread　and　cheese？”
“To　Miss　Temple？　Oh；　no！　I　wish　it　did：　she　has　to　answer　to　Mr。　Brocklehurst　for　all　she　does。　Mr。　Brocklehurst　buys　all　our　food　and　all　our　clothes。”
“Does　he　live　here？”
“No—two　miles　off；　at　a　large　hall。”
“Is　he　a　good　man？”
“He　is　a　clergyman；　and　is　said　to　do　a　great　deal　of　good。”
“Did　you　say　that　tall　lady　was　called　Miss　Temple？”
“Yes。”
“And　what　are　the　other　teachers　called？”
“The　one　with　red　cheeks　is　called　Miss　Smith；　she　attends　to　the　work；　and　cuts　out—for　we　make　our　own　clothes；　our　frocks；　and　pelisses；　and　everything；　the　little　one　with　black　hair　is　Miss　Scatcherd；　she　teaches　history　and　grammar；　and　hears　the　second　class　repetitions；　and　the　one　who　wears　a　shawl；　and　has　a　pocket…　handkerchief　tied　to　her　side　with　a　yellow　ribband；　is　Madame　Pierrot：　she　es　from　Lisle；　in　France；　and　teaches　French。”
“Do　you　like　the　teachers？”
“Well　enough。”
“Do　you　like　the　little　black　one；　and　the　Madame　—？—I　cannot　pronounce　her　name　as　you　do。”
“Miss　Scatcherd　is　hasty—you　must　take　care　not　to　offend　her；　Madame　Pierrot　is　not　a　bad　sort　of　person。”
“But　Miss　Temple　is　the　best—isn’t　she？”
“Miss　Temple　is　very　good　and　very　clever；　she　is　above　the　rest；　because　she　knows　far　more　than　they　do。”
“Have　you　been　long　here？”
“Two　years。”
“Are　you　an　orphan？”
“My　mother　is　dead。”
“Are　you　happy　here？”
“You　ask　rather　too　many　questions。　I　have　given　you　answers　enough　for　the　present：　now　I　want　to　read。”
But　at　that　moment　the　summons　sounded　for　dinner；　all　re…entered　the　house。　The　odour　which　now　filled　the　refectory　was　scarcely　more　appetising　than　that　which　had　regaled　our　nostrils　at　breakfast：　the　dinner　was　served　in　two　huge　tin…plated　vessels；　whence　rose　a　strong　steam　redolent　of　rancid　fat。　I　found　the　mess　to　consist　of　indifferent　potatoes　and　strange　shreds　of　rusty　meat；　mixed　and　cooked　together。　Of　this　preparation　a　tolerably　abundant　plateful　was　apportioned　to　each　pupil。　I　ate　what　I　could；　and　wondered　within　myself　whether　every　day’s　fare　would　be　like　this。
After　dinner；　we　immediately　adjourned　to　the　schoolroom：　lessons　remenced；　and　were　continued　till　five　o’clock。
The　only　marked　event　of　the　afternoon　was；　that　I　saw　the　girl　with　whom　I　had　conversed　in　the　verandah　dismissed　in　disgrace　by　Miss　Scatcherd　from　a　history　class；　and　sent　to　stand　in　the　middle　of　the　large　schoolroom。　The　punishment　seemed　to　me　in　a　high　degree　ignominious；　especially　for　so　great　a　girl—she　looked　thirteen　or　upwards。　I　expected　she　would　show　signs　of　great　distress　and　shame；　but　to　my　surprise　she　neither　wept　nor　blushed：　posed；　though　grave；　she　stood；　the　central　mark　of　all　eyes。　“Holy？”　I　asked　of　myself。　“Were　I　in　her　place；　it　seems　to　me　I　should　wish　the　earth　to　open　and　swallow　me　up。　She　looks　as　if　she　were　thinking　of　something　beyond　her　punishment—beyond　her　situation：　of　something　not　round　her　nor　before　her。　I　have　heard　of　day…dreams—is　she　in　a　day…dream　now？　Her　eyes　are　fixed　on　the　floor；　but　I　am　sure　they　do　not　see　it—　her　sight　seems　turned　in；　gone　down　into　her　heart：　she　is　looking　at　what　she　can　remember；　I　believe；　not　at　what　is　really　present。　I　wonder　what　sort　of　a　girl　she　is—whether　good　or　naughty。”
Soon　after　five　p。m。　we　had　another　meal；　consisting　of　a　small　mug　of　coffee；　and　half…a…slice　of　brown　bread。　I　devoured　my　bread　and　drank　my　coffee　with　relish；　but　I　should　have　been　glad　of　as　much　more—I　was　still　hungry。　Half…an…hour’s　recreation　succeeded；　then　study；　then　the　glass　of　water　and　the　piece　of　oat…cake；　prayers；　and　bed。　Such　was　my　first　day　at　Lowood。
Chapter　6
The　next　day　menced　as　before；　getting　up　and　dressing　by　rushlight；　but　this　morning　we　were　obliged　to　dispense　with　the　ceremony　of　washing；　the　water　in　the　pitchers　was　frozen。　A　change　had　taken　place　in　the　weather　the　preceding　evening；　and　a　keen　north…east　wind；　whistling　through　the　crevices　of　our　bedroom　windows　all　night　long；　had　made　us　shiver　in　our　beds；　and　turned　the　contents　of　the　ewers　to　ice。
Before　the　long　hour　and　a　half　of　prayers　and　Bible…reading　was　over；　I　felt　ready　to　perish　with　cold。　Breakfast…time　came　at　last；　and　this　morning　the　porridge　was　not　burnt；　the　quality　all　my　portion　seemed！　I　wished　it　had　been　doubled。
In　the　course　of　the　day　I　was　enrolled　a　member　of　the　fourth　class；　and　regular　tasks　and　occupations　were　assigned　me：　hitherto；　I　had　only　been　a　spectator　of　the　proceedings　at　Lowood；　I　was　now　to　bee　an　actor　therein。　At　first；　being　little　accustomed　to　learn　by　heart；　the　lessons　appeared　to　me　both　long　and　difficult；　the　frequent　change　from　task　to　task；　too；　bewildered　me；　and　I　was　glad　when；　about　three　o’clock　in　the　afternoon；　Miss　Smith　put　into　my　hands　a　border　of　muslin　two　yards　long；　together　with　needle；　thimble；　&c。；　and　sent　me　to　sit　in　a　quiet　corner　of　the　schoolroom；　with　directions　to　hem　the　same。　At　that　hour　most　of　the　others　were　sewing　likewise；　but　one　class　still　stood　round　Miss　Scatcherd’s　chair　reading；　and　as　all　was　quiet；　the　subject　of　their　lessons　could　be　heard；　together　with　the　manner　in　which　each　girl　acquitted　herself；　and　the　animadversions　or　mendations　of　Miss　Scatcherd　on　the　performance。　It　was　English　history：　among　the　readers　I　observed　my　acquaintance　of　the　verandah：　at　the　mencement　of　the　lesson；　her　place　had　been　at　the　top　of　the　class；　but　for　some　error　of　pronunciation；　or　some　inattention　to　stops；　she　was　suddenly　sent　to　the　very　bottom。　Even　in　that　obscure　position；　Miss　Scatcherd　continued　to　make　her　an　object　of　constant　notice：　she　was　continually　addressing　to　her　such　phrases　as　the　following：—
“Burns”　（such　it　seems　was　her　name：　the　girls　here　were　all　called　by　their　surnames；　as　boys　are　elsewhere）；　“Burns；　you　are　standing　on　the　side　of　your　shoe；　turn　your　toes　out　immediately。”　“Burns；　you　poke　your　chin　most　unpleasantly；　draw　it　in。”　“Burns；　I　insist　on　your　holding　your　head　up；　I　will　not　have　you　before　me　in　that　attitude；”　&c。　&c。
A　chapter　having　been　read　through　twice；　the　books　were　closed　and　the　girls　examined。　The　lesson　had　prised　part　of　the　reign　of　Charles　I。；　and　there　were　sundry　questions　about　tonnage　and　poundage　and　ship…money；　which　most　of　them　appeared　unable　to　answer；　still；　every　little　difficulty　was　solved　instantly　when　it　reached　Burns：　her　memory　seemed　to　have　retained　the　substance　of　the　whole　lesson；　and　she　was　ready　with　answers　on　every　point。　I　kept　expecting　that　Miss　Scatcherd　would　praise　her　attention；　but；　instead　of　that；　she　suddenly　cried　out—
“You　dirty；　disagreeable　girl！　you　have　never　cleaned　your　nails　this　morning！”
Burns　made　no　answer：　I　wondered　at　her　silence。　“Why；”　thought　I；　“does　she　not　explain　that　she　could　neither　clean　her　nails　nor　wash　her　face；　as　the　water　was　frozen？”
My　attention　was　now　called　off　by　Miss　Smith　desiring　me　to　hold　a　skein　of　thread：　while