Chapter 6
MY state of mind regarding the pilfering from which I had been so unexpectedly exonerated, did not impel me to frank disclosure; but I hope it had some dregs of good at the bottom of it.
I do not recall that I felt any tenderness of conscience in reference to Mrs Joe, when the fear of being found out was lifted off me. But I loved Joe - perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let me love him - and, as to him, my inner self was not so easily composed. It was much upon my mind (particularly when I first saw him looking about for his file) that I ought to tell Joe the whole truth. Yet I did not, and for the reason that I mistrusted that if I did, he would think me worse than I was. The fear of losing Joe's confidence, and of thenceforth sitting in the chimney-corner at night staring drearily at my for ever lost companion and friend, tied up my tongue. I morbidly represented to myself that if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him at the fireside feeling his fair whisker, without thinking that he was meditating on it. That, if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him glance, however casually, at yesterday's meat or pudding when it came on to-day's table, without thinking that he was debating whether I had been in the pantry. That, if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic life remarked that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected Tar in it, would bring a rush of blood to my face. In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong. I had had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I imitated none of its many inhabitants who act in this manner. Quite an untaught genius, I made the discovery of the line of action for myself.
As I was sleepy before we were far away from the prison-ship, Joe took me on his back again and carried me home. He must have had a tiresome journey of it, for Mr Wopsle, being knocked up, was in such a very bad temper that if the Church had been thrown open, he would probably have excommunicated the whole expedition, beginning with Joe and myself. In his lay capacity, he persisted in sitting down in the damp to such an insane extent, that when his coat was taken off to be dried at the kitchen fire, the circumstantial evidence on his trousers would have hanged him if it had been a capital offence.
By that time, I was staggering on the kitchen floor like a little drunkard, through having been newly set upon my feet, and through having been fast asleep, and through waking in the heat and lights and noise of tongues. As I came to myself (with the aid of a heavy thump between the shoulders, and the restorative exclamation `Yah! Was there ever such a boy as this!' from my sister), I found Joe telling then about the convict's confession, and all the visitors suggesting different ways by which he had got into the pantry. Mr Pumblechook made out, after carefully surveying the premises, that he had first got upon the roof of the forge, and had then got upon the roof of the house, and had then let himself down the kitchen chimney by a rope made of his bedding cut into strips; and as Mr Pumblechook was very positive and drove his own chaise-cart - over everybody - it was agreed that it must be so. Mr Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out `No!' with the feeble malice of a tried man; but, as he had no theory, and no coat on, he was unanimously set at nought - not to mention his smoking hard behind, as he stood with his back to the kitchen fire to draw the damp out: which was not calculated to inspire confidence.
This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as a slumberous offence to the company's eyesight, and assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I seemed to have fifty boots on, and to be dangling them all against the edges of the stairs. My state of mind, as I have described it, began before I was up in the morning, and lasted long after the subject had died out, and had ceased to be mentioned saving on exceptional occasions.
我由于偷窃而形成的心态及精神负担在意想不到的情况下消除了。当然，我原来也并未想到一定要坦白承认，不管怎样我总以为，归根结底我的出发点还是有点儿善意的。
原来担心偷窃被发现的心态既已消除，我也不再去考虑良心上有什么对不起姐姐。然而，我喜欢乔。究竟为什么喜欢他，我说不出理由，也许当时人太小了，总之，我觉得他是个值得我爱的可爱的人。一想到他，我的内心便深感不安而局促。我心里一直有一个念头，特别是在乔第一次寻找他那把锉子时，我就想把事情的全部真相告诉他。但是，我没有对他和盘托出，因为我担心如果以实情相告，他就会把我想得很坏，而我却不至于如此。我所担心的是失去乔对我的信赖，从而使自己每晚孤独地坐在火炉边，干着急地瞅着我这位永远失去的同伴和朋友。所以，我决定闭口不言。我病态地以为，一旦乔知道了内情，以后只要他坐在炉火边用手抚摸着美丽的连鬓胡子，就会思索到这件事；以为一旦他知道了内情，无论在什么时候，只要发现昨天的菜肴和布丁放在今天的餐桌上，他就会在心中思考一阵，我是不是进过食品间；以为一旦他知道了内情，在我们以后的日子里，家庭生活必然蒙上一层阴影，他一饮啤酒就会考虑是浓是淡，是不是加进了柏油水，自然也就会把我的脸闹得个通红。总而言之，我因为胆子太小，而不敢做本来是对的事情，就像当初因为我胆子太小，而不敢不做本来是不对的事情。当时，我和整个外部的大千世界没有打过交道。社会中有各式各样按照自己行为处世的人，然而我也没有把谁当作认可的榜样。我完全是一个自学而成的天才，我的处世之道与行为准则都是我自己的创造发明。
我们离开监狱船还没有走多少路，我便感到十分困倦，于是乔又把我背在身上，一直把我背到家。一路上，乔确实是够累的了，这从沃甫赛先生的举动中可以看出来。沃甫赛先生因为过分疲劳而用发火来出气，其火气大得如果教堂已经实行开放政策由他掌握，他一定会把所有参加这次活动的人开除出教籍，而且先拿乔和我开刀。然而，他只不过是一个世俗之人，能量有限，所以只能坐在潮湿的沼泽地上，气也无用。等到了我们家时，他才把自己的外衣从身上脱下来，放在厨房的火炉上烤干。如果参加看热闹也能定死罪的话，那么从他湿了裤子这件事上推论而得到的间接证据准能把他送上绞刑架。
这时候，由于原来沉沉地睡在乔的背上，刚刚被放到地板上，在温暖的火光和嘈杂的人声中醒转过来，所以我就像一个小醉鬼一样，跌跌撞撞的，差点摔在地上。我正懵懵懂懂之时，幸亏我姐姐在我背后的两肩之间狠狠地揍了一拳，又夺命地大喝一声：“啊！世上哪里有你这种孩子！”这才清醒了头脑。一醒过来，我便发现乔正在绘声绘色地给他们讲罪犯的坦白交待，客人们都在猜测这个犯人究竟是怎样进入食品间偷猪肉馅饼的，各执一词。彭波契克先生详详细细地察看了一番屋子的内部，说这个犯人首先攀登上铁匠铺的屋顶，再爬到我们住屋的上面，然后将被单布条结成的绳子从厨房的烟囱里丢下来，顺绳而进。彭波契克先生说得十分肯定，何况他有自己的马车，总比别人高明一些，大家当然都附和他赞成他，认为犯人就是这样进来的。只有沃甫赛先生敢于提出不同意见，狂乱地叫着“不对！”他疲惫已极，言语中带着无力的怨恨，评说起来不能头头是道，缺乏理论，而且连件像样的大衣都没有，大家都不把他放在心中。何况他这时正背靠着火炉站在那里，烤着湿透的衣服，背后冒出蒸发出来的热气。大家一看他的这副样子，自然不会信任他。
那天晚上我听到的就是这些，接着我姐姐怕我这副睡眼惺松的样子有碍客人们的谈话，就走过来一把揪住了我，蛮横粗暴地拖我上楼睡觉。而我就像穿了五十双靴子似的迈不动沉重的脚步，在楼梯上一直晃晃悠悠、跌跌撞撞的。正如前面所叙述过的，我的心态是心有余悸。第二天早晨还没有起床，我就开始产生了这种顾虑，而且持续了好一段时期。一直等到大家把这件事忘记，除了在个别场合，也都不再谈论它，我的心才如释重负。