Now the rosy children living opposite to Mr Dombey's house, peep from their nursery windows down into the street; for there are four black horses at his door, with feathers on their heads; and feathers tremble on the carriage that they draw; and these, and an array of men with scarves and staves, attract a crowd. The juggler who was going to twirl the basin, puts his loose coat on again over his fine dress; and his trudging wife, one-sided with her heavy baby in her arms, loiters to see the company come out. But closer to her dingy breast she presses her baby, when the burden that is so easily carried is borne forth; and the youngest of the rosy children at the high window opposite, needs no restraining hand to check her in her glee, when, pointing with her dimpled finger, she looks into her nurse's face, and asks 'What's that?'
住在董貝先生家對面的臉色紅潤的孩子們這時從他們育兒室的窗口向下面的街道探望，因為在董貝先生家的門口有四匹黑馬，馬頭上裝飾著翎毛，翎毛在黑馬所拉的馬車上方搖晃著；這些情景以及披著披巾，拿著棍棒的人們，吸引了一群人圍觀。玩雜耍的人本準備旋轉盤子，這時又在他華麗的衣服外面套上一件寬松的外衣；他的拖著腿走路的妻子，手上抱著一個重娃娃，身子向一邊傾斜，正游手好閑地看著送殯的人們出來。但是當她很輕易地抱著的孩子被擠到前面時，她就把他更緊地壓在她骯臟的乳房上。對面高高的窗子里臉色紅潤的孩子當中最小的一個，興高采烈，不要別人來制止她，這時她望著保姆的臉，用胖乎乎的手指指著問道：“那是什么？”
And now, among the knot of servants dressed in mourning, and the weeping women, Mr Dombey passes through the hall to the other carriage that is waiting to receive him. He is not 'brought down,' these observers think, by sorrow and distress of mind. His walk is as erect, his bearing is as stiff as ever it has been. He hides his face behind no handkerchief, and looks before him. But that his face is something sunk and rigid, and is pale, it bears the same expression as of old. He takes his place within the carriage, and three other gentlemen follow. Then the grand funeral moves slowly down the street. The feathers are yet nodding in the distance, when the juggler has the basin spinning on a cane, and has the same crowd to admire it. But the juggler's wife is less alert than usual with the money-box, for a child's burial has set her thinking that perhaps the baby underneath her shabby shawl may not grow up to be a man, and wear a sky-blue fillet round his head, and salmon-coloured worsted drawers, and tumble in the mud.
這時，董貝先生在周圍一小群穿著喪服的仆人和哭哭啼啼的婦女們中間，穿過前廳，走向另一輛等待著他的四輪馬車。這些旁觀的人們心想，他并沒有被悲傷和痛苦壓倒。他的步伐還是跟平日一樣矯健，他的態度還是跟平日一樣生硬呆板。他沒有把臉掩藏在手絹里，而是直望著前方。他的臉雖然稍稍有些消瘦、森嚴、蒼白，但表情仍和往常一樣。他在馬車里坐定了位子，另外三位先生也跟著進了馬車。于是隆重的送殯隊伍沿著街道向前徐徐移動。玩雜耍的人正在一根棍子上旋轉著盆子，同樣的人群正在贊賞這技藝時，翎毛還在遠處搖晃著。但是玩雜耍的人的妻子拿著盒子討錢，不像平日那樣機靈麻利，因為孩子的葬禮使她聯想到她的被破爛的圍巾覆蓋著的嬰兒也許將來不能長大成人，不能在頭上繞上一根天藍色的束發帶，穿著橙紅色的襯褲，在泥里翻跟斗。
The feathers wind their gloomy way along the streets, and come within the sound of a church bell. In this same church, the pretty boy received all that will soon be left of him on earth—a name. All of him that is dead, they lay there, near the perishable substance of his mother. It is well. Their ashes lie where Florence in her walks—oh lonely, lonely walks!—may pass them any day.
翎毛沿著街道，憂郁地、曲曲折折地向前行進，已經可以聽到教堂的鐘聲。這個漂亮的孩子就在這個教堂里得到了他不久唯一能遺留在人世的東西——一個名字。他們把他死去的一切安放在這里，靠近他母親的遺骸。這很好。他們的骨灰在那里，弗洛倫斯不論哪一天散步——唉，多么孤獨多么孤獨的散步啊！——隨時都可以經過那里。
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