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在"藏娇楼"里，吃晚饭时，发生了一场争执。娜娜发现了博尔德纳夫写来的一封信，他在信中劝她继续休息，看来对她回不回去毫不在乎；小维奥莱纳每天晚上谢幕两次。而米尼翁催促她第二天与他们一起走，娜娜恼怒了，她宣称不接受任何人的意见。在今晚的餐桌上，她装出一副一本正经的可笑样子。勒拉太太不当心说了一句难听的话，她立即嚷起来，说真见鬼！她不容许任何人，甚至她的姑妈在她面前说脏话。然后，她以自己的美好愿望，说了很多近乎愚蠢的正经话，如让小路易接受宗教教育的想法，培养自己行为规范的整套计划，大家听得都厌烦了。大家发笑时，她又说了一些意味深奥的话，像一个非常自信的良家女边说边点头。她说只有循规蹈矩才能走向发迹之路，说她自己不愿在贫困中死去。女人们听得厌烦极了，都叫嚷道：娜娜变啦！这是不可能的。可是娜娜呆在那里，一动也不动，陷入沉思之中，双目无神，脑海中出现一个富有而又受人尊敬的娜娜的幻影。 The household were going upstairs to bed when Muffat put in an appearance. It was Labordette who caught sight of him in the garden. He understood it all at once and did him a service, for he got Steiner out of the way and, taking his hand, led him along the dark corridor as far as Nana's bedroom. In affairs of this kind Labordette was wont to display the most perfect tact and cleverness. Indeed, he seemed delighted to be making other people happy. Nana showed no surprise; she was only somewhat annoyed by the excessive heat of Muffat's pursuit. Life was a serious affair, was it not? Love was too silly: it led to nothing. Besides, she had her scruples in view of Zizi's tender age. Indeed, she had scarcely behaved quite fairly toward him. Dear me, yes, she was choosing the proper course again in taking up with an old fellow. 大家上楼睡觉时，缪法来了。是拉博德特首先发现他在花园里。他明白了缪法来的目的，他帮缪法打发走斯泰内，然后拉着他的手，沿着黑洞洞的走廊把他带到娜娜的卧室。拉博德特碰到这类事情，他都做得很出色，很巧妙，好像他是乐于促成别人幸福似的。娜娜对缪法的到来并不感到惊讶，只厌恶缪法追求她的那股疯狂劲儿。在生活里应该严肃些，难道不是吗？跟治治搞恋爱太愚蠢了，什么也得不到。何况治治的年纪很轻，她也有所顾忌；确实，她过去的行为不够地道。好了！她现在又回到正道上来，接受一个老头子。 "Zoe," she said to the lady's maid, who was enchanted at the thought of leaving the country, "pack the trunks when you get up tomorrow. We are going back to Paris."" 佐爱！"她对一心想离开乡村的女仆说道，"明早你起床后就收拾行李，我们回巴黎去。" And she went to bed with Muffat but experienced no pleasure. 夜里她同缪法睡了觉，但她未得到丝毫快乐。 One December evening three months afterward Count Muffat was strolling in the Passage des Panoramas. The evening was very mild, and owing to a passing shower, the passage had just become crowded with people. There was a perfect mob of them, and they thronged slowly and laboriously along between the shops on either side. Under the windows, white with reflected light, the pavement was violently illuminated. A perfect stream of brilliancy emanated from white globes, red lanterns, blue transparencies, lines of gas jets, gigantic watches and fans, outlined in flame and burning in the open. And the motley displays in the shops, the gold ornaments of the jeweler's, the glass ornaments of the confectioner's, the light-colored silks of the modiste's, seemed to shine again in the crude light of the reflectors behind the clear plate-glass windows, while among the bright-colored, disorderly array of shop signs a huge purple glove loomed in the distance like a bleeding hand which had been severed from an arm and fastened to a yellow cuff. 三个月后，十二月的一天夜晚，缪法伯爵漫步在全景胡同里。那天晚上，气温宜人，刚刚下了一阵暴雨，行人都到胡同里来避雨。那儿人满为患，店铺之间，行人拥挤不堪，形成一条长蛇阵，人们只能艰难地缓缓而行。白色的球形灯罩、红色的灯笼、蓝色的透明画、一排排脚灯、用灯管做成的巨大手表和扇子的模型发出一道道耀眼夺目的光芒，把玻璃橱窗照得通明。橱窗里的商品五颜六色，珠宝店的黄金制品，糖果店的水晶玻璃器皿，时装店的鲜艳丝绸，在反射镜的强光照射下，映在明洁的镜子里。在五光十色、杂乱无章的招牌中，远处有一个招牌清晰可见，上面的图案是一只紫红色的手套，酷似一只砍下来的手，血淋淋的，被拴在一只黄色的袖口上。 
缪法伯爵慢悠悠地走到大街上，他向马路上望了一眼，然后又沿着店铺，慢慢走回来。湿热的空气在狭窄的胡同里凝结成明亮的水气。石板地被从雨伞上滴下来的水淋得湿漉漉的，只听见上面响着行人的脚步声，街上听不见一个人讲话。每当他与行人擦肩而过，行人都要对他打量一番，他的脸总是板着，被煤气灯照得灰白。于是，为了避开行人的好奇目光，缪法伯爵伫立在一家文具店门前，出神地欣赏玻璃橱窗里的玻璃球镇纸，球里浮现着山水和花草。 He was conscious of nothing: he was thinking of Nana. Why had she lied to him again? That morning she had written and told him not to trouble about her in the evening, her excuse being that Louiset was ill and that she was going to pass the night at her aunt's in order to nurse him. But he had felt suspicious and had called at her house, where he learned from the porter that Madame had just gone off to her theater. He was astonished at this, for she was not playing in the new piece. Why then should she have told him this falsehood, and what could she be doing at the Varietes that evening? Hustled by a passer-by, the count unconsciously left the paperweights and found himself in front of a glass case full of toys, where he grew absorbed over an array of pocketbooks and cigar cases, all of which had the same blue swallow stamped on one corner. Nana was most certainly not the same woman! In the early days after his return from the country she used to drive him wild with delight, as with pussycat caresses she kissed him all round his face and whiskers and vowed that he was her own dear pet and the only little man she adored. He was no longer afraid of Georges, whom his mother kept down at Les Fondettes. There was only fat Steiner to reckon with, and he believed he was really ousting him, but he did not dare provoke an explanation on his score. He knew he was once more in an extraordinary financial scrape and on the verge of being declared bankrupt on 'change, so much so that he was clinging fiercely to the shareholders in the Landes Salt Pits and striving to sweat a final subscription out of them. Whenever he met him at Nana's she would explain reasonably enough that she did not wish to turn him out of doors like a dog after all he had spent on her. Besides, for the last three months he had been living in such a whirl of sensual excitement that, beyond the need of possessing her, he had felt no very distinct impressions. His was a tardy awakening of the fleshly instinct, a childish greed of enjoyment, which left no room for either vanity or jealousy. Only one definite feeling could affect him now, and that was Nana's decreasing kindness. She no longer kissed him on the beard! It made him anxious, and as became a man quite ignorant of womankind, he began asking himself what possible cause of offense he could have given her. Besides, he was under the impression that he was satisfying all her desires. And so he harked back again and again to the letter he had received that morning with its tissue of falsehoods, invented for the extremely simple purpose of passing an evening at her own theater. The crowd had pushed him forward again, and he had crossed the passage and was puzzling his brain in front of the entrance to a restaurant, his eyes fixed on some plucked larks and on a huge salmon laid out inside the window. 其实他什么也没有看见，他在想娜娜。她为什么再次说谎呢？早上，她给他写了一封信，叫他晚上别来打扰她，借口说小路易病了，她要到姑妈家过夜，以便照料他。可是伯爵起了疑心，他跑到娜娜那里，从门房那里知道娜娜到剧院去了。他对这件事感到诧异，因为她在新上演的戏中没有扮演角色。她为什么要说谎呢？今晚她在游艺剧院里干什么呢？伯爵被一个行人挤了一下，但他并没有在意。他离开了镇纸橱窗，站到一个小摆设橱窗前面，全神贯注着里面陈列的笔记本和雪茄烟盒，这些东西的一个角上都印着一只蓝燕子的图案。毫无疑问，娜娜变了。她从乡下回来后的最初几天里，她几乎把他搞疯了，她吻遍他的脸，吻他的胡子，像母猫一样的温柔。她还向他发誓，说他是她最爱的小狗，她唯一钟爱的男人。他再也不担心乔治来了，因为乔治被他妈妈留在丰岱特庄园了。现在只剩下胖子斯泰内，伯爵想取他而代之，但他又不敢对他公开说出来。他知道，斯泰内在经济上重新陷入极度困境之中，在交易所里几乎破了产，现在便拼命抓住朗德盐场的股东们，竭力从他们身上榨取最后一笔钱。他每次在娜娜家碰见斯泰内时，娜娜总是用合乎情理的口气对他说，斯泰内为她花了那么多钱，她还不想把他像条狗一样赶出去。另外，三个月来，他生活在昏昏欲醉的性生活中，除了占有娜娜，他不再有别的什么明显需要。因为他的肉欲迟迟才觉醒，他像贪吃的儿童一样，心目中根本不存在虚荣和嫉妒。现在唯一的明显感觉令他震惊：娜娜不那么热情了，她不再吻他的胡子了。这使他忐忑不安。他思量着，他是一个不大了解女人的人，他究竟有什么地方不能满她的意。不过，他认为自己已经满足了她的所有欲望。他又想到早上那封信，想到她编造谎言把事情搞得复杂了，其实，她的目的很简单，只不过到剧院去过一夜。人群中又拥挤起来，他被挤到胡同对面，站在一家餐馆的门厅前面，苦苦思索着，眼睛瞅着一个橱窗里煺了毛的云雀和一条横放着的大鲑鱼。 At length he seemed to tear himself away from this spectacle. He shook himself, looked up and noticed that it was close on nine o'clock. Nana would soon be coming out, and he would make her tell the truth. And with that he walked on and recalled to memory the evenings he once passed in that region in the days when he used to meet her at the door of the theater.He knew all the shops, and in the gas-laden air he recognized their different scents, such, for instance, as the strong savor of Russia leather, the perfume of vanilla emanating from a chocolate dealer's basement, the savor of musk blown in whiffs from the open doors of the perfumers. But he did not dare linger under the gaze of the pale shopwomen, who looked placidly at him as though they knew him by sight. For one instant he seemed to be studying the line of little round windows above the shops, as though he had never noticed them before among the medley of signs. Then once again he went up to the boulevard and stood still a minute or two. A fine rain was now falling, and the cold feel of it on his hands calmed him. He thought of his wife who was staying in a country house near Macon, where her friend Mme de Chezelles had been ailing a good deal since the autumn. The carriages in the roadway were rolling through a stream of mud. The country, he thought, must be detestable in such vile weather. But suddenly he became anxious and re-entered the hot, close passage down which he strode among the strolling people. A thought struck him: if Nana were suspicious of his presence there she would be off along the Galerie Montmartre. 最后他仿佛不再注意橱窗里的那些东西了。他振作起来，抬头一看，发觉快到九点钟了。娜娜马上就出来，他将要求她把真实想法说出来。接着他又踱起步来，他一边走，一边回忆起以往晚上到这里来接娜娜的情景。这里的每个店铺他都熟悉，在充满煤气味的空气中，他能辨别出每个店铺的气味，如俄罗斯皮革的浓重的气味，从巧克力店的地下室里飘上来的香草味，从化妆品店的敞开的大门里散发出来的麝香味。柜台里脸色苍白的女店员似乎都认识他，时常静静地盯着他看，所以他不敢在她们面前停留。有一阵子，他似乎在研究商店上面的一排小圆窗户，好像在杂乱无章的招牌中，第一次看见那一排小圆窗户。随后，他又一次走到大街上，在那儿站了一会儿。雨已变成了毛毛细雨，落在他的手上，他感到凉冰冰的，这时他才镇静下来。现在，他想到了他的妻子，她住在马孔附近的一座古堡里，她的女友德·谢泽勒夫人也住在古堡里，从秋天起，她病得很厉害；马路上的马车，像在泥泞般的河道中间行驶，这样的鬼天气，在乡下就糟糕了。这时，他突然不安起来，他再次回到闷热的胡同里，他在人群中大步流星地走着，因为他忽然想到，如果娜娜戒备他，她可能会从蒙马特长廊那边溜走。 After that the count kept a sharp lookout at the very door of the theater, though he did not like this passage end, where he was afraid of being recognized. It was at the corner between the Galerie des Varietes and the Galerie Saint-Marc, an equivocal corner full of obscure little shops. Of these last one was a shoemaker's, where customers never seemed to enter. Then there were two or three upholsterers', deep in dust, and a smoky, sleepy reading room and library, the shaded lamps in which cast a green and slumberous light all the evening through. There was never anyone in this corner save well-dressed, patient gentlemen, who prowled about the wreckage peculiar to a stage door, where drunken sceneshifters and ragged chorus girls congregate. In front of the theater a single gas jet in a ground-glass globe lit up the doorway. For a moment or two Muffat thought of questioning Mme Bron; then he grew afraid lest Nana should get wind of his presence and escape by way of the boulevard. So he went on the march again and determined to wait till he was turned out at the closing of the gates, an event which had happened on two previous occasions. The thought of returning home to his solitary bed simply wrung his heart with anguish. Every time that golden-haired girls and men in dirty linen came out and stared at him he returned to his post in front of the reading room, where, looking in between two advertisements posted on a windowpane, he was always greeted by the same sight. It was a little old man, sitting stiff and solitary at the vast table and holding a green newspaper in his green hands under the green light of one of the lamps. 从那时候起，伯爵就跑到剧院门口窥伺着。他不愿在胡同口等候，生怕有人认出他来。这里是游艺剧院的走廊和圣马克走廊的交汇处，光线暗淡，店铺里黑洞洞的，有一家无顾客光顾的鞋店，几家家具上积满灰尘的家具店，还有一间烟雾腾腾的令人昏昏欲睡的阅览室，晚上，罩在灯罩里的灯发出绿色的光亮；那里是演员、醉酒的置景工人和衣衫褴褛的群众演员的进口处，只有衣著齐整、耐心十足的先生们在那里游荡。在剧院前面，只有一盏灯罩粗糙的煤气灯照亮着大门。有一阵子，缪法想去问一下布龙太太，接着又担心起来，怕娜娜听到风声，从马路那边溜走。他又踱着步子，决心一直等到关栅栏门时，人家把他赶走为止，这样的事他已经历过两次了。一想到回去孤寂一人上床睡觉，不禁心中凄凄然。每当有不戴帽子的姑娘和衣衫肮脏的男人走出来，上下打量着他时，他便回到阅览室前面，伫立在那儿，从贴在玻璃窗上的两张广告中间向里面张望，映入他眼帘的还是同样景象：一个小老头子独自一人僵直地坐在一张硕大无朋的桌子边，在绿色的灯光下，用绿色的双手捧着一张绿色的报纸阅读着。但是，在十点还缺几分钟的时候，来了另一位先生，他高高的个儿，相貌标致，一头金发，戴着一副不大不小的手套，他也在剧院门口徘徊着。他们两人每次相遇时，都用怀疑的神色斜着眼看对方一下。伯爵一直走到两条走廊的交汇处，那儿有一面高大的镜子；他对着镜子，发觉自己表情严肃，举止得体，顿时产生羞愧、恐惧之感。 But shortly before ten o'clock another gentleman, a tall, good-looking, fair man with well-fitting gloves, was also walking up and down in front of the stage door. Thereupon at each successive turn the pair treated each other to a suspicious sidelong glance. The count walked to the corner of the two galleries, which was adorned with a high mirror, and when he saw himself therein, looking grave and elegant, he was both ashamed and nervous.Ten o'clock struck, and suddenly it occurred to Muffat that it would be very easy to find out whether Nana were in her dressing room or not. He went up the three steps, crossed the little yellow-painted lobby and slipped into the court by a door which simply shut with a latch. At that hour of the night the narrow, damp well of a court, with its pestiferous water closets, its fountain, its back view ot the kitchen stove and the collection of plants with which the portress used to litter the place, was drenched in dark mist; but the two walls, rising pierced with windows on either hand, were flaming with light, since the property room and the firemen's office were situated on the ground floor, with the managerial bureau on the left, and on the right and upstairs the dressing rooms of the company. The mouths of furnaces seemed to be opening on the outer darkness from top to bottom of this well. The count had at once marked the light in the windows of the dressing room on the first floor, and as a man who is comforted and happy, he forgot where he was and stood gazing upward amid the foul mud and faint decaying smell peculiar to the premises of this antiquated Parisian building. Big drops were dripping from a broken waterspout, and a ray of gaslight slipped from Mme Bron's window and cast a yellow glare over a patch of moss-clad pavement, over the base of a wall which had been rotted by water from a sink, over a whole cornerful of nameless filth amid which old pails and broken crocks lay in fine confusion round a spindling tree growing mildewed in its pot. A window fastening creaked, and the count fled. 十点钟敲响了。缪法忽然想到，要知道娜娜在不在她的化妆室里，是件很容易的事。他越过三级台阶，穿越粉刷成黄色的小前厅，而后从一道只上了插销的门那儿潜入院子里。这时候，狭窄的院子很潮湿，乍看上去像一口井的井底，周围是臭气熏人的厕所，水龙头，厨房的炉灶，还有女门房胡乱堆放在那里的草木。这一切统统笼罩在黑色烟雾之中；然而，开在两堵墙上的各扇窗户里面却灯火辉煌。楼下是存放道具的仓库和消防处，左边是办公室；右边和楼上是演员化妆室。那一扇扇窗户酷似井壁上的朝向黑暗中的一张张张开的炉口。伯爵马上看见了二楼上娜娜的化妆室里亮着灯火；于是，他如释重负，喜出望外，两眼仰望天空，这座巴黎的百年老屋后面的污泥，飘散着臭味的空气，他都忘记了。大滴大滴的水珠从水管的裂缝中滴下来。一道煤气灯的灯光从布龙太太的窗子里射进来，把一段长了苔藓的路面、一段被厨房的排水沟的污水侵蚀了的墙根及整个堆满了垃圾的角落映成了黄色，垃圾中有旧水桶和破坛碎罐，一口破锅内竟然长出了一棵瘦小的卫矛。伯爵听见开插销的声音，连忙退了出来。 
娜娜肯定就要下楼了。他又回到阅览室前面；在一盏夜明灯的昏暗灯光下，老头子一动也没有动，他的侧影的一部分映在报纸上。接着，他又踱步了。现在，他往远处走走，他越过大走廊，沿着游艺剧院的走廊一直走到费多走廊，这条走廊上很冷，阒无一人，隐没在凄凄黑暗之中；然后他往回走，经过剧院门口，绕过圣马克走廊，壮着胆量一直走到蒙马特走廊那里，那儿有一家杂货店，里面的切糖机把他吸引住了。但是，他转到第三个来回时，他突然担心娜娜从他的背后溜走，这使他抛弃了一切人类尊严。他便和那位金发先生木立在剧院门口，两个人交换了一下友好、忍辱的目光，目光里还流露出一点不信任的神色，因为他们都怀疑对方可能是自己的情敌。幕间休息时，一些置景工出来抽烟斗，把他俩撞了一下，谁也不敢吱声，三个披头散发、身着脏裙子的高个子姑娘来到门口，啃着苹果，把果核随地乱吐；他们耷拉着脑袋，忍受着她们放肆无礼的目光和粗俗不堪的话语的侮辱，他们被这些臭娘儿们溅污、弄脏了衣服，她们故意挤到他们身上，推推搡搡，还觉得这样做挺有趣呢。 At that very moment Nana descended the three steps. She grew very pale when she noticed Muffat. 正在这时，娜娜下了三级台阶。她瞥见缪法时，顿时脸色变得煞白。 "Oh, it's you!" she stammered." 啊！原来是你。"她期期艾艾地说道。 The sniggering extra ladies were quite frightened when they recognized her, and they formed in line and stood up, looking as stiff and serious as servants whom their mistress has caught behaving badly. The tall fair gentleman had moved away; he was at once reassured and sad at heart. 正在冷笑的几个女群众演员认出是娜娜，顿时害怕起来，便站成一行，表情呆板而严肃，像一群正在做坏事的女仆被女主人撞见似的。那个高个子金发先生站到一旁，这时他才放了心，但心里仍怀几分忧虑。 "Well, give me your arm," Nana continued impatiently." 好吧，挽住我的胳膊吧。"娜娜不耐烦地说道。 
他们慢悠悠地走了。伯爵本来想好一些问题要问娜娜的，这时候却一句话也说不出来。倒是娜娜滔滔不绝地编造了一段话：八点钟时，她还在她姑妈家里，后来她看小路易的病好多了，于是，她就想到剧院里来看看。 "On some important business?" he queried." 你到剧院有什么重要事情？"他问道。 'Yes, a new piece," she replied after some slight hesitation. "They wanted my advice."" 有重要事情，剧院要演一出新戏，"她迟疑了一会儿，回答道，"大家想听听我的意见。" He knew that she was not speaking the truth, but the warm touch of her arm as it leaned firmly on his own, left him powerless. He felt neither anger nor rancor after his long, long wait; his one thought was to keep her where she was now that he had got hold of her. Tomorrow, and not before, he would try and find out what she had come to her dressing room after. But Nana still appeared to hesitate; she was manifestly a prey to the sort of secret anguish that besets people when they are trying to regain lost ground and to initiate a plan of action. Accordingly, as they turned the corner of the Galerie des Varietes, she stopped in front of the show in a fan seller's window. 他心里明白她在撒谎。但是她的胳膊紧紧地挽住他的胳膊，一种温暖的感觉使他浑身酥软了。他长时间等候她，心里积了一股怒火和怨气，这时都消失了，现在他已把她抓在手里，他心里唯一的想法是把她留在自己身边。第二天，他将尽力去了解一下她为什么到化妆室来。娜娜一直在迟疑不决，明显看出她的内心很痛苦，她在进行剧烈的思想斗争，她竭力使自己平静下来，并打定主意，她在游艺剧院走廊的拐弯处停下来，站在一家扇子店的橱窗前。 "I say, that's pretty," she whispered; "I mean that mother-of-pearl mount with the feathers."" 瞧！这把扇子镶着珍珠贝，又饰有羽毛，真漂亮。" 
接着，她又用冷漠的口气说道： "So you're seeing me home?"" 那么，你陪我回家喽？" "Of course," he said, with some surprise, "since your child's better."" 当然罗，"他惊奇地说道，"因为你孩子的病好多了。" She was sorry she had told him that story. Perhaps Louiset was passing through another crisis! She talked of returning to the Batignolles. But when he offered to accompany her she did not insist on going. For a second or two she was possessed with the kind of white-hot fury which a woman experiences when she feels herself entrapped and must, nevertheless, behave prettily. But in the end she grew resigned and determined to gain time. If only she could get rid of the count toward midnight everything would happen as she wished. 她现在后悔不该撒谎。也许小路易的病又发作了；她说她要回巴蒂尼奥勒看看。但是，因为他自愿同她一道去，她就不再坚持去了。有一阵子，她的脸都气白了，因为她觉得自己被他缠住了，还要表现出一副温顺的样子。忍到最后，决心争取时间尽快摆脱他，只要在午夜之前摆脱伯爵，一切就会按照她的意愿安排。 "Yes, it's true; you're a bachelor tonight," she murmured. "Your wife doesn't return till tomorrow, eh?"" 真的，今晚你要当单身汉了，"她低声说道，"你的老婆明天早上才回来，是吗？" 
对。"缪法回答，他听见娜娜随便谈到伯爵夫人，心里有点不自在。 But she pressed him further, asking at what time the train was due and wanting to know whether he were going to the station to meet her. She had begun to walk more slowly than ever, as though the shops interested her very much. 但是娜娜又追问下去，问火车几点钟到达，她还想知道他是否到车站去接她。她又放慢了脚步，好像被这里的店铺吸引住了。 "Now do look!" she said, pausing anew before a jeweler's window, "what a funny bracelet!"" 你瞧！"她又停在一家珠宝店前面，说道："这手镯真好玩！" She adored the Passage des Panoramas. The tinsel of the ARTICLE DE PARIS, the false jewelry, the gilded zinc, the cardboard made to look like leather, had been the passion of her early youth. It remained, and when she passed the shop-windows she could not tear herself away from them. It was the same with her today as when she was a ragged, slouching child who fell into reveries in front of the chocolate maker's sweet-stuff shows or stood listening to a musical box in a neighboring shop or fell into supreme ecstasies over cheap, vulgarly designed knickknacks, such as nutshell workboxes, ragpickers' baskets for holding toothpicks, Vendome columns and Luxor obelisks on which thermometers were mounted. But that evening she was too much agitated and looked at things without seeing them. When all was said and done, it bored her to think she was not free. An obscure revolt raged within her, and amid it all she felt a wild desire to do something foolish. It was a great thing gained, forsooth, to be mistress of men of position! She had been devouring the prince's substance and Steiner's, too, with her childish caprices, and yet she had no notion where her money went. Even at this time of day her flat in the Boulevard Haussmann was not entirely furnished. The drawing room alone was finished, and with its red satin upholsteries and excess of ornamentation and furnirure it struck a decidedly false note. Her creditors, moreover, would now take to tormenting her more than ever before whenever she had no money on hand, a fact which caused her constant surprise, seeing that she was wont to quote her self as a model of economy. For a month past that thief Steiner had been scarcely able to pay up his thousand francs on the occasions when she threatened to kick him out of doors in case he failed to bring them. As to Muffat, he was an idiot: he had no notion as to what it was usual to give, and she could not, therefore, grow angry with him on the score of miserliness. Oh, how gladly she would have turned all these folks off had she not repeated to herself a score of times daily a whole string of economical maxims! 她很喜欢全景胡同。这种感情是从她少年时代起就有的，她喜欢巴黎的假货，假珠宝，镀金的锌制品，用硬纸板做成的假皮革。现在，每当她经过一个店铺前面时，她总舍不得离开店铺的橱窗。就像过去一样，那时她是一个小女孩，拖着旧拖鞋，站在巧克力店的糖果柜台前，出神地看着，或听隔壁一家店里弹风琴的声音，特别吸引她的是那些价格便宜的小玩艺儿，如核桃壳针线盒，放牙签的小篓子，圆柱形或方碑形寒暑表。但是，那天晚上，她心绪不宁，看什么都心不在焉。她不能自由行动，这使她苦不堪言；在她内心的隐约反感中，燃起一阵怒火，她真想干出一件傻事来。与举止大度的男人相好就不愁没钱花！她以孩子般的任性已经把王子和斯泰内的钱财花得精光，她却不知道钱花到何处去了。她在奥斯曼大街上的那套住宅里的家具还不全；只有客厅的家具全都罩上了红缎子，由于装饰得太过分，家具摆得太满，厅内显得很不协调。然而现在她没有钱的时候，债主向她逼债比过去任何时候都紧；这一直使她觉得奇怪，因为她一向自诩为节约的典范。一个月以来，她常常威胁斯泰内这个牟取暴利的投机家，说如果他拿不出一千法郎给她，她就要把他赶出门，斯泰内总算花了九牛二虎之力，才搞来一千法郎。至于缪法，他是个傻瓜，他根本不知道该拿什么东西出来，因此她也不能责怪他小气。啊！如果她不是每天把循规蹈矩的格言念上许多遍的话，她就会把这些人统统赶走！ One ought to be sensible, Zoe kept saying every morning, and Nana herself was constantly haunted by the queenly vision seen at Chamont. It had now become an almost religious memory with her, and through dint of being ceaselessly recalled it grew even more grandiose. And for these reasons, though trembling with repressed indignation, she now hung submissively on the count's arm as they went from window to window among the fast-diminishing crowd. The pavement was drying outside, and a cool wind blew along the gallery, swept the close hot air up beneath the glass that imprisoned it and shook the colored lanterns and the lines of gas jets and the giant fan which was flaring away like a set piece in an illumination. At the door of the restaurant a waiter was putting out the gas, while the motionless attendants in the empty, glaring shops looked as though they had dropped off to sleep with their eyes open. 佐爱每天早上都说，做人要通情达理，她自己头脑中也经常出现一个具有宗教色彩的回忆，也就是夏蒙那样富丽堂皇的景象，由于她的不断回忆，这种景象变得壮观了。所以，她尽管气得发抖，却仍然抑制住怒火，挽着伯爵的胳膊，在越来越少的行人中间，一个橱窗挨着一个橱窗看过去。外边的路面已经干了，沿着走廊吹来的一股凉风，驱散了玻璃天棚下的热气，把五颜六色的灯笼，一排排煤气灯和像烟火一样光辉夺目的巨型扇子吹得摇摇晃晃。在餐馆门口，一个侍者正在关灯，而在已无顾客、灯光如昼的店铺里，女售货员仍然一动不动，似乎睁着眼睛睡着了。 
啊！这真可爱！"娜娜走到最后一家店铺，又回头走了几步，对着一只素瓷猎兔狗赞叹道，猎兔狗抬着一条腿，准备扑向前面的隐没在玫瑰丛中的野兔窝。 At length they quitted the passage, but she refused the offer of a cab. It was very pleasant out she said; besides, they were in no hurry, and it would be charming to return home on foot. When they were in front of the Cafe Anglais she had a sudden longing to eat oysters. Indeed, she said that owing to Louiset's illness she had tasted nothing since morning. Muffat dared not oppose her. Yet as he did not in those days wish to be seen about with her he asked for a private supper room and hurried to it along the corridors. She followed him with the air of a woman familiar with the house, and they were on the point of entering a private room, the door of which a waiter held open, when from a neighboring saloon, whence issued a perfect tempest of shouts and laughter, a man rapidiy emerged. It was Daguenet. 他们终于离开了胡同，娜娜不想坐马车。她说天气很好，而且也没有什么急事，这样步行回家倒挺惬意的。随后，他们到达英格兰咖啡馆前，她想吃点东西，她说她想吃牡蛎，说因为小路易生病，她从早上到现在没有吃一点东西，缪法不敢违抗她的意愿。到目前为止，他还没有在公开场所与她在一起，于是他要了一个单间，匆匆忙忙沿着走廊向里面走去。娜娜跟在他后面，看样子对这家咖啡馆很熟悉。单间的侍者拉着门，他们正要进去时，隔壁客厅里响起一阵震耳欲聋的笑声和叫喊声，一个男人突然走出来，他是达盖内。 "By Jove, it's Nana!" he cried." 瞧！原来是娜娜！"他嚷道。 The count had briskly disappeared into the private room, leaving the door ajar behind him. But Daguenet winked behind his round shoulders and added in chaffing tones: 伯爵一溜烟地进了单间，门半开着。当他的圆圆的背部进去时，达盖内眨眨眼睛，用开玩笑的口吻说道： "The deuce, but you're doing nicely! You catch 'em in the Tuileries nowadays!"" 真见鬼！你的日子过得不错嘛，现在你到杜伊勒里宫去找男人了！"
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