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I compared him with his guests.
我拿他和他的客人們作了比較。
What was the gallant grace of the Lynns, the languid elegance of Lord Ingram,
他的外表煥發著天生的精力和真正的力量，
even the military distinction of Colonel Dent, contrasted with his look of native pith and genuine power?
相比之下，林恩兄弟的風流倒倜儻，英格拉姆勛爵的散淡文雅--甚至登特上校的英武出眾，又算得了什么呢？
I had no sympathy in their appearance, their expression.
我對他們的外貌與表情不以為然。
Yet I could imagine that most observers would call them attractive, handsome, imposing,
但我能想象得出多數旁觀者都會稱他們英俊迷人、氣度不凡，
while they would pronounce Mr. Rochester at once harsh-featured and melancholy-looking.
而毫不猶豫地說羅切斯特先生五宮粗糙、神態憂郁。
I saw them smile, laugh — it was nothing.
我瞧見他們微笑和大笑—都顯得微不足道。
The light of the candles had as much soul in it as their smile.
燭光中所潛藏的生氣并不亞于他們的微笑。
The tinkle of the bell as much significance as their laugh.
鈴聲中所包含的意義也并不遜于他們的大笑。
I saw Mr. Rochester smile. His stern features softened;
我看見羅切斯特先生微微一笑。他嚴厲的五官變得柔和了；
his eye grew both brilliant and gentle, its ray both searching and sweet.
他的眼神轉為明亮而溫存，目光犀利而又甜蜜。
He was talking, at the moment, to Louisa and Amy Eshton.
這會兒，他同路易莎和艾米·埃希頓交談著。
I wondered to see them receive with calm that look which seemed to me so penetrating.
我不解地看著她們從容接受他那對于我似乎透入心肺的目光。
I expected their eyes to fall, their colour to rise under it, yet I was glad when I found they were in no sense moved.
我本以為在這種目光下，她們會垂下眼來，臉上會泛起紅暈。但我見她們都無動于衷時，心里倒很高興。
"He is not to them what he is to me," I thought.
"他之于我并不同于他之于她們，"我想。
"He is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine.
"他不屬于她們那類人。我相信他與我同聲相應。
I am sure he is. I feel akin to him.
我確信如此。我覺得同他意氣相投。
I understand the language of his countenance and movements.
他的表情和動作中的含義，我都明白。
Though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.
雖然地位和財富把我們截然分開，但我的頭腦里和心里，我的血液里和神經中，有著某種使我與他彼此心靈溝通的東西。
