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Chapter 15
第十五章
Mr. Rochester did, on a future occasion, explain it.
在日后某個場合，羅切斯特先生的確對這件事情作了解釋。
It was one afternoon, when he chanced to meet me and Adèle in the grounds.
一天下午，他在庭院里碰到了我和阿黛勒。
And while she played with Pilot and her shuttlecock,
趁阿黛勒正逗著派洛特，玩著板羽球的時候，
he asked me to walk up and down a long beech avenue within sight of her.
他請我去一條長長的布滿山毛櫸的小路上散步，從那兒看得見阿黛勒。
He then said that she was the daughter of a French opera-dancer, Celine Varens,
他隨之告訴我阿黛勒是法國歌劇演員塞莉納·瓦倫的女兒，
towards whom he had once cherished what he called a "grande passion."
他對這位歌劇演員，一度懷著他所說的“熱情”。
This passion Celine had professed to return with even superior ardour.
而對這種戀情，塞莉納宣稱將以更加火熱的激情來回報。
He thought himself her idol, ugly as he was:
盡管他長得丑，他卻認為自己是她的偶像。
he believed, as he said, that she preferred his "taille d' athlete" to the elegance of the Apollo Belvidere.
他相信，如他所說，比之貝爾維德爾的阿波羅的優(yōu)美，她更喜歡他的“大小運動員”。
And, Miss Eyre, so much was I flattered by this preference of the Gallic sylph for her British gnome,
愛小姐，這位法國美女竟鐘情于一個英國侏儒、我簡直受寵若驚了，
that I installed her in an hotel; gave her a complete establishment of servants, a carriage, cashmeres, diamonds, dentelles, etc.
于是我把她安頓在城里的一間房子里，配備了一整套的仆役和馬車，送給她山羊絨、鉆石和花邊等等。
In short, I began the process of ruining myself in the received style, like any other spoony.
總之，我像任何一個癡情漢一樣，開始按世俗的方式毀滅自己了。
I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction,
我似乎缺乏獨創(chuàng)，不會踏出一條通向恥辱和毀滅的新路，
but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre.
而是傻乎乎地嚴格循著舊道，不離別人的足跡半步。
I had — as I deserved to have — the fate of all other spoonies.
我遭到了 — 我活該如此 — 所有別的癡情漢一樣的命運。
Happening to call one evening when Celine did not expect me, I found her out,
一天晚上，我去拜訪塞莉納。她不知道我要去，所以我到時她不在家。
but it was a warm night, and I was tired with strolling through Paris,
這是一個暖和的夜晚，我因為步行穿過巴黎城，已很有倦意，
so I sat down in her boudoir; happy to breathe the air consecrated so lately by her presence.
便在她的閨房坐了下來，愉快地呼吸著新近由于她的到來而神圣化了的空氣。
No, I exaggerate; I never thought there was any consecrating virtue about her.
不，我言過其實了，我從來不認為她身上有什么神圣的德性。
It was rather a sort of pastille perfume she had left, a scent of musk and amber, than an odour of sanctity.
這不過是她所留下的一種香錠的香氣，與其說是神圣的香氣，還不如說一種麝香和琥珀的氣味。
