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“Yes—yes,” she answered quickly. “It is the most beautiful crown I’ve ever seen.”
“喜歡，喜歡，”她回答得很快。“這是我見過的最漂亮的王冠。”
“Then—why doesn’t it make you glad?” Esteban burst forth.
“那你為什么不高興呢?”埃斯特班說出來了。
“It does,” she said, “but I haven’t any page to carry my train when I walk up to the throne. The train is three yards long and very heavy, for it has golden palm leaves embroidered on it. My nephew was to carry it, and today he’s all broken out with measles. He looks like a little boiled lobster. Can you imagine? Measles! At carnival time, too.”
“確實有些，”她說，“但是當(dāng)我走向王位的時候，我沒有任何侍從可以拿好我的裙裾。” 裙裾有三碼長，非常重，因為上面繡著金色的棕櫚葉。我的侄子本來可以，但今天他出麻疹了。他看起來像一只小水煮龍蝦。你能想象嗎？麻疹！在狂歡節(jié)的時候也是這樣。”
Esteban’s heart was beating fast. He had played he was a king. He could carry her train with princely grace. He knew it. And his longing was so great that his heart grew bolder. “Let me be your page,” he cried.
埃斯特班的心跳得很快。他曾經(jīng)扮演過一個國王。他可以優(yōu)雅地拿好她的裙裾。他知道這一點。他的渴望是如此強烈，以致他的心越來越大膽。“讓我做你的侍童吧，”他請求道。
She looked into his eager eyes. He was so glad he had washed his face. It was shining as he stood before her, his heart trembling with hope.
她看著他熱切的眼睛。他很高興自己洗過臉了。當(dāng)他站在她面前的時候，他的心因為希望而顫抖著。
She hesitated. “You are just his size,” she murmured, and then she beckoned Esteban to follow her. “Come, and we’ll see if the page’s costume fits you.”
她猶豫了。“你和他個頭一樣，”她喃喃自語，然后示意埃斯特班跟她走。“來吧，我們來看看你穿這身衣服合適不合適。”
