'How much longer is he to bide here?' asked Izz Huett, the only one of the gloom-stricken bevywho could trust her voice with the question.

“他在這兒還要住多久呢？”伊茨·休特問，在一群滿懷憂郁的姑娘中間，只有她還敢相信自己說話的聲音不會泄露自己的感情。

The others waited for the dairyman's answer as if their lives hung upon it; Retty, with parted lips, gazing on the table-cloth, Marian with heat added to her redness, Tess throbbing and looking out at the meads.

其他的姑娘等著奶牛場老板的答話，仿佛這個問題關系到她們的生命一樣；萊蒂張大了嘴，兩眼盯著桌布，瑪麗安臉上發燒，變得更紅了，苔絲心里怦怦直跳，兩眼望著窗外的草地。

'Well, I can't mind the exact day without looking at my memorandum-book,' replied Crick, with the same intolerable unconcern. 'And even that may be altered a bit. He'll bide to get a little practice in the calvingout at the straw-yard, for certain. He'll hang on till the end of the year I should say.'

“啊，我要看看我的備忘錄，不然我不記得準確的日子，”克里克回答說，說話里同樣帶著叫人無法忍受的漠不關心。“即使那樣也是會有一點兒變化的。我可以肯定，他還要住在這兒實習一段時間，學習在干草場里飼養小牛。我敢說不到年底他是不會離開這兒的。”

Four months or so of torturing ecstasyin his society - of 'pleasure girdledabout with pain'. After that the blackness of unutterable night.

和他相處還有四個月左右的時間，這都是痛苦的和快樂的日子——是快樂包裹著痛苦的日子。在那以后，就是無法形容的漫長黑夜了。

At this moment of the morning Angel Clare was riding along a narrow lane ten miles distant from the breakfasters, in the direction of his father's vicarageat Emminster, carrying, as well as he could, a little basket which contained some black-puddings and a bottle of mead, sent by Mrs Crick, with her kind respects, to his parents. The white lane stretched before him, and his eyes were upon it; but they were staring into next year, and not at the lane. He loved her; ought he to marry her? Dared he to marry her? What would his mother and his brothers say? What would he himself say a couple of years after the event? That would depend upon whether the germs of staunchcomradeshipunderlay the temporary emotion, or whether it were a sensuousjoy in her form only, with no substratumof everlastingness.

就在早晨的這個時候，安琪爾·克萊爾騎著馬正在沿著一條狹窄的小路走著，離開吃早飯的人已經有十英里遠了，他正朝著愛敏寺他父親的牧師住宅的方向走，他還盡其所能地帶著一個籃子，里面裝著克里克太太送給他的一些血腸和一瓶蜜酒，那是用來對他的父母表示友好和尊敬的。白色的小路伸展在他的面前，他的一雙眼睛看著路面，但是思考的卻是明年的事情，而不是這條小路。他是愛上她了，但是應不應該娶她呢？他敢不敢娶她呢？他的母親和兄弟會說什么呢？在結婚一兩年后，他又怎樣看呢？那就要看在這番暫時感情之下牢固的友誼會不會生長發育了，或者說，是不是僅僅因為她的美貌而生出的一種感官上的愛慕，實際上卻缺少了永久的性質。