6 A New Life in London

CHAPTER 6 A New Life in London Five hours later, I was in a coach taking me to Mr. Jaggers's office. The gloomy street frightened me a little, so I quickly went inside and introduced myself to the clerk. "Mr. Jaggers is in court, young sir, but you're to wait here for him." There were many people crowded into the room waiting to see him. When Mr. Jaggers finally arrived, he talked with everyone else first before he approached me. After leading me back into his private room, he washed his hands and face and said, "At last, Pip, you've arrived. You're to go to Barnard's Inn to see Mr. Pocket's son, Herbert.

第六章伦敦的新生活五小时后，我坐上了一辆马车，前往贾格斯先生的办公室。 阴暗的街道让我有点害怕，所以我赶紧走进去，向店员作了自我介绍。 “贾格斯先生在法庭上，年轻的先生，不过你得在这儿等他。” 许多人挤进房间等着见他。 贾格斯先生终于来了，他在走近我之前先和其他人谈了谈。 把我带回他的房间后，他洗了手和脸，说：“终于，匹普，你来了。 你要去巴纳德学院见普凯特先生的儿子赫伯特。

Stay there until Monday, when you'll go to the Pockets's house in Hammersmith. You won't be at school full-time, so we'll have to sort out a place for you to stay here in London, too." He continued, "Here's your allowance. My clerk, Wemmick, will be keeping tabs on you in case you run into any trouble." "Should I call for a cab?" I asked. "Wemmick can walk you over. It's not far." Mr. Wemmick smiled as we stepped out onto the street. He asked if I'd ever been to London before. When I said no, he chuckled. "I was new here once." A short man with a square face, Wemmick had a nose that looked like it was carved out of wood. "Funny to think about that now when I know the city so well," he said. The gate for Barnard's Inn opened into a dismal square complete with dismal trees and dismal birds. Dirty windows with FOR RENT signs, broken flowerpots, and a layer of dust completed the scene. I could see no earthly reason why anyone might want to live here.

在那儿呆到星期一，然后你去波奇家在哈默史密斯的房子。 你不会全日制上学，所以我们还得在伦敦给你找个地方住。” 他接着说：“这是你的零用钱。 我的职员文米克会密切监视你，以防你遇到什么麻烦。” “要我叫辆出租车吗？”我问。 “文米克可以送你过去。 离这儿不远。”我们走到街上时，文米克先生笑了。 他问我以前是否去过伦敦。 我说不，他笑了。 “我以前是新来的。”文米克个子不高，长着一张方脸，他的鼻子看起来像是用木头雕刻出来的。 他说：“当我对这座城市如此熟悉的时候，现在想到这些很有趣。” 巴纳德学院的大门通向一个阴森的广场，广场上有阴森的树木和阴森的鸟儿。 贴着出租标志的肮脏窗户，破碎的花盆，还有一层灰尘，构成了这个场景。 我看不出有什么理由会有人想住在这里。

Mr. Wemmick led me up a rickety set of stairs. I thought they would collapse beneath our feet. We came to a door with a note that said, Be right back! "I suppose Herbert didn't think you'd be early," Mr. Wemmick said. "Do you need me to wait here in the hallway with you?" "No, I'll be fine." "I'm sure we'll meet again." Mr. Wemmick started back downstairs. "Good day!" As I waited, I wrote my name on a dirty window and thought, London is not what I expected. Five, then ten, then thirty minutes passed. Finally, I heard the sound of shoes on the stairs. A young man in a suit identical to mine soon stood before me. He looked very familiar to me. "Pip?" he said. "Herbert?" "Dear me!" he said. "I thought you would take the afternoon coach. I've been out getting us some fruit." Herbert pushed, pulled, and attacked the door as if it were a wild beast. At last it opened.

文米克先生领我上了一段摇摇晃晃的楼梯。 我以为他们会在我们脚下崩溃。 我们来到一扇门前，门上有一张纸条，上面写着：“马上回来！”“我猜赫伯特认为你不会来得早，”文米克先生说。 “你需要我在走廊里和你一起等吗？”“不，我没事。” “我相信我们会再见面的。” 文米克先生开始下楼。 “美好的一天!”我一边等待，一边在肮脏的窗户上写下自己的名字，心想：“伦敦和我想象的不一样。” 五分钟、十分钟、三十分钟过去了。 最后，我听到了楼梯上的鞋子声。 一个穿着和我一模一样西装的年轻人很快站在我面前。 我觉得他很眼熟。 “匹普？”他说。“赫伯特?”“天哪！”他说。 “我以为你会坐下午的班车。 我出去买了些水果。” 赫伯特又推又拉，又猛撞那扇门，就好像它是一头野兽。 最后，门开了。

"Come in, come in!" he shouted excitedly. "It's a small place." He showed me around. "Tomorrow, I thought—well, Mr. Jaggers thought —we could take a walk around London..." Herbert's voice trailed off as he looked at me more closely. "Why, it's you! From that day in Miss Havisham's garden." Suddenly I recognized him. "And you're the pale young gentleman!" We laughed. "Of all places, Pip! How have you come to be here?" I replied, "I'm to come into a fortune one day. My benefactor wants me to become a gentleman." Herbert was cheerful and chatty and made me feel right at home. After dinner we ate strawberries and swapped stories about Miss Havisham. I even told Herbert that I thought she was the one helping me. "It's a secret," I said. "It's safe with me," he said. "Do you know the story of Miss Havisham's life?" "I know she was supposed to be married." Herbert told me her father had owned a factory,

“进来，进来！”他兴奋地喊道。 “这是个小地方。”他带我四处参观。 “明天，我想——嗯，贾格斯先生想——我们可以在伦敦散散步……” 赫伯特把我看得更近了，声音越来越小。 “怎么，是你！”从郝薇香小姐花园的那天起。” 突然我认出了他。 “你就是那位脸色苍白的年轻绅士！”我们笑了。 “在所有的地方，匹普！”你是怎么到这儿来的？”我回答说：“总有一天我会发一笔财。 我的恩人想让我成为一个绅士。” 赫伯特性格开朗，健谈，使我感到宾至如归。 晚饭后，我们吃了草莓，交换了郝薇香小姐的故事。 我甚至告诉赫伯特，我认为是她在帮助我。 “这是个秘密，”我说。“在我这里很安全，”他说。 “你知道郝薇香小姐的生平吗？”“我知道她应该已经结婚了。” 赫伯特告诉我，她父亲拥有一家工厂，

the one on the grounds of Manor House. "She was popular, always attending balls and parties," he continued. "She met a young man who wasn't very nice. On the day they were to be married he didn't show up. Stole her money and sent a letter instead." I gasped. "He just left her?" Herbert nodded. "At that very minute all the clocks in Manor House were stopped." "What happened to him?" "He fell onto hard times," Herbert said. "Might have ended up in jail. Soon after, Miss Havisham adopted Estella." Before I could ask about Estella, Herbert started telling me about his plans to own a shipping empire. We spent the rest of the night dreaming of the future. Monday came, and we went by coach to Hammersmith to meet Mr. Pocket, Herbert's dad. He was to be my teacher. As we walked into the garden, we saw Herbert's six brothers and sisters tumbling around. "Mother," Herbert called, "this is young Mr.

就在庄园的院子里。 “她很受欢迎，总是参加舞会和派对，”他继续说。 “她遇到了一个不太好的年轻人。 在他们要结婚的那天，他没有出现。 偷了她的钱，然后寄了一封信给她。” 我喘息着说道。“他就这样离开了她？”赫伯特点点头。 “就在那一刻，庄园里所有的钟都停了。” “他怎么了？”“他陷入了困境，”赫伯特说。 “可能会进监狱。 不久，郝薇香小姐收养了艾丝黛拉。” 我还没来得及问艾丝黛拉的事，赫伯特就开始告诉我他要建立一个航运帝国的计划。 我们花了一整晚的时间幻想未来。 星期一到了，我们乘马车去哈默史密斯见赫伯特的爸爸朴凯特先生。 他是我的老师。我们走进花园时，看见赫伯特的六个兄弟姐妹在地上打滚。 “妈妈，”赫伯特叫道，“这是年轻的布朗先生。