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Come, Miss Jane, don't cry,” said Bessie as she finished.
“來吧，簡小姐，別哭了，”貝茜唱完了說。
She might as well have said to the fire, “don't burn!”
其實，她無異于對火說“你別燃燒！”
But how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey?
不過，她怎么能揣度出我被極度的痛苦所折磨？
In the course of the morning, Mr. Lloyd came again.
早上勞埃德先生又來了。
“What, already up!” said he, as he entered the nursery. “Well, nurse, how is she?”
“怎么，己經起來了！”他一進保育室就說，“嗨，保姆，她怎么樣了？”
Bessie answered that I was doing very well.
貝茜回答說我情況很好。
“Then she ought to look more cheerful. Come here, Miss Jane. Your name is Jane, is it not?”
“那她應該高興才是。過來，簡小姐，你的名字叫簡，是不是？”
“Yes, sir, Jane Eyre.”
“是，先生，叫簡·愛。”
“Well, you have been crying, Miss Jane Eyre. Can you tell me what about? Have you any pain?”
瞧，你一直在哭，簡·愛小姐，你能告訴我為什么嗎？哪兒疼嗎？”
“No, sir.”
“不疼，先生。”
“Oh! I dare say she is crying because she could not go out with Missis in the carriage,” interposed Bessie.
“啊，我想是因為不能跟小姐們一起坐馬車出去才哭的，”貝茜插嘴說。
“Surely not! Why, she is too old for such pettishness.”
“當然不是咯！她那么大了，不會為這點小事鬧別扭的。”
I thought so too, and my self-esteem being wounded by the false charge, I answered promptly,
這恰恰也是我的想法。而她這么冤枉我傷了我的自尊，所以我當即回答，
“I never cried for such a thing in my life. I hate going out in the carriage. I cry because I am miserable.”
“我長得這么大從來沒有為這種事哭過，而且我又討厭乘馬車出去。我是因為心里難受才哭的。”
“Oh fie, Miss!” said Bessie.
“嘿，去去，小姐！”貝茜說。
The good apothecary appeared a little puzzled.
好心的藥劑師似乎有些莫明其妙。
I was standing before him. He fixed his eyes on me very steadily.
我站在他面前，他目不轉睛地看著我。
His eyes were small and grey; not very bright, but I dare say I should think them shrewd now.
他灰色的小眼睛并不明亮，但現在想來也許應當說是非常銳利的。
He had a hard-featured yet good-natured looking face.
他的面相既嚴厲而又溫厚。
Having considered me at leisure, he said: “What made you ill yesterday?”
他從從容容地打量了我一番后說：“昨天你怎么得病的呢？”
“She had a fall,” said Bessie, again putting in her word.
“她跌了一跤。”貝茜又插嘴了。
“Fall! Why, that is like a baby again!
“跌交！又耍娃娃脾氣了！
Can't she manage to walk at her age? She must be eight or nine years old.”
她這樣年紀還不會走路？八九歲總有了吧。
