'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.

“他在这儿还要住多久呢？”伊茨·休特问，在一群满怀忧郁的姑娘中间，只有她还敢相信自己说话的声音不会泄露自己的感情。

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.

其他的姑娘等着奶牛场老板的答话，仿佛这个问题关系到她们的生命一样；莱蒂张大了嘴，两眼盯着桌布，玛丽安脸上发烧，变得更红了，苔丝心里怦怦直跳，两眼望着窗外的草地。

'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，我要看看我的备忘录，不然我不记得准确的日子，”克里克回答说，说话里同样带着叫人无法忍受的漠不关心。“即使那样也是会有一点儿变化的。我可以肯定，他还要住在这儿实习一段时间，学习在干草场里饲养小牛。我敢说不到年底他是不会离开这儿的。”

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

和他相处还有四个月左右的时间，这都是痛苦的和快乐的日子——是快乐包裹着痛苦的日子。在那以后，就是无法形容的漫长黑夜了。

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.

就在早晨的这个时候，安琪尔·克莱尔骑着马正在沿着一条狭窄的小路走着，离开吃早饭的人已经有十英里远了，他正朝着爱敏寺他父亲的牧师住宅的方向走，他还尽其所能地带着一个篮子，里面装着克里克太太送给他的一些血肠和一瓶蜜酒，那是用来对他的父母表示友好和尊敬的。白色的小路伸展在他的面前，他的一双眼睛看着路面，但是思考的却是明年的事情，而不是这条小路。他是爱上她了，但是应不应该娶她呢？他敢不敢娶她呢？他的母亲和兄弟会说什么呢？在结婚一两年后，他又怎样看呢？那就要看在这番暂时感情之下牢固的友谊会不会生长发育了，或者说，是不是仅仅因为她的美貌而生出的一种感官上的爱慕，实际上却缺少了永久的性质。