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I did not know what to say. My first thought was that she had come to the end of her forbearance with his infatuation for Strickland, and, goaded by the latter's cynical behaviour, had insisted that he should be turned out. I knew her capable of temper, for all the calmness of her manner; and if Stroeve still refused, she might easily have flung out of the studio with vows never to return. But the little man was so distressed that I could not smile.
我不知道該說些什么。我最初的想法是，她丈夫這種暈頭暈?zāi)X地對(duì)思特里克蘭德傾心相待，叫她再也忍受不了了，再加上思特里克蘭德總是冷嘲熱諷，所以她堅(jiān)決要把他趕走。我知道，雖然勃朗什表面端莊沉靜，但是脾氣如果上來，卻執(zhí)拗得可以。假如施特略夫仍然拒絕她的請(qǐng)求，一怒之下，她很可能離開家庭，發(fā)誓再不回來。但是不管事實(shí)真相如何，看到這個(gè)小胖子的痛苦不堪的樣子，我實(shí)在不忍譏笑他了。
My dear fellow, don't be unhappy. She'll come back. You mustn't take very seriously what women say when they're in a passion.
“親愛的朋友，別難過了。她會(huì)回來的。女人們一時(shí)說的氣話，你千萬別太認(rèn)真。”
You don't understand. She's in love with Strickland.
“你不了解。她愛上思特里克蘭德了。”
What! I was startled at this, but the idea had no sooner taken possession of me than I saw it was absurd. "How can you be so silly? You don't mean to say you're jealous of Strickland?" I almost laughed. "You know very well that she can't bear the sight of him."
“什么！”我嚇了一跳；但是我還沒有來得及仔細(xì)琢磨，就已經(jīng)覺得這件事太荒謬了。“你怎么能這么傻？難道你是說你在吃思特里克蘭德的醋？”我差點(diǎn)笑了出來。“你也知道，思特里克蘭德這個(gè)人簡(jiǎn)直叫她無法忍受。”
You don't understand, he moaned.
“你不了解，”他呻吟道。
You're an hysterical ass, I said a little impatiently. "Let me give you a whisky-and-soda, and you'll feel better."
“你是頭歇斯底里的蠢驢，”我有些不耐煩地說。“讓我給你喝一杯威士忌蘇打你就會(huì)好一些了。”
I supposed that for some reason or other—and Heaven knows what ingenuity men exercise to torment themselves—Dirk had got it into his head that his wife cared for Strickland, and with his genius for blundering he might quite well have offended her so that, to anger him, perhaps, she had taken pains to foster his suspicion.
我猜想，不知為了什么原因——天知道人們?nèi)绾蜗氡M辦法來折磨自己——戴爾克毫無道理地懷疑起自己的妻子愛上了思特里克蘭德，因?yàn)樗畈粫?huì)處理事情，多半把她惹惱了。而他的妻子為了氣他，也就故意想盡方法增加他的疑慮。
Look here, I said, "let's go back to your studio. If you've made a fool of yourself you must eat humble pie. Your wife doesn't strike me as the sort of woman to bear malice."
“聽我說，”我對(duì)他說，“咱們一起回你的畫室去吧。如果你自己把事辦糟了，現(xiàn)在只好去負(fù)荊請(qǐng)罪。我認(rèn)為你的妻子不是那種愛記仇的女人。”
