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娜娜不笑了。她又回到原来的位置，背朝着火炉，两手抱着双膝，下巴搁在膝盖上。接着，她一本正经地说道："亲爱的，新婚之夜，在老婆面前傻头傻脑的，这样可不适当。" "Why?" queried the astonished count." 为什么？"伯爵惊讶地问道。 "Because," she replied slowly, assuming a doctorial expression." 这是因为……"她显出一本正经的样子，慢吞吞地说道。 And with that she looked as if she were delivering a lecture and shook her head at him. In the end, however, she condescended to explain herself more lucidly. 她不停地点点头或摇摇头表示自己的看法。不过，她最后作了明确的解释。 "Well, look here! I know how it all happens. Yes, dearie, women don't like a man to be foolish. They don't say anything because there's such a thing as modesty, you know, but you may be sure they think about it for a jolly long time to come. And sooner or later, when a man's been an ignoramus, they go and make other arrangements. That's it, my pet."" 你知道，我呀，我知道这是怎么回事……嗯，我的小宝贝，女人可不喜欢男人傻头傻脑的。她们嘴上什么也不说，因为她们害羞，你知道……可以肯定，她们想得很多，迟早有一天，在人们不知不觉的时候，她们会到其他地方去想办法的……这就是我要说的，我的宝贝。" 
他仿佛没有听懂她的话。于是，她把话又说得更明白一些。她像慈母一样，以朋友的身份，善意地给他上了这一课。自从她知道他戴绿帽子以来，这件事一直使她不安，她渴望与他谈一谈。 "Good heavens! I'm talking of things that don't concern me. I've said what I have because everybody ought to be happy. We're having a chat, eh? Well then, you're to answer me as straight as you can."" 我的上帝！我谈的事情其实与我本人无关……我说这些话的目的，是因为希望人人都幸福……我们是在聊天，是吗？那么，你应当坦率地回答我的问题。" But she stopped to change her position, for she was burning herself. "It's jolly hot, eh? My back's roasted. Wait a second. I'll cook my tummy a bit. That's what's good for the aches!" 说到这里，她停下来，想换个位置，因为她身上烤热了。"嗯？太热了。我的背上烤焦了……等一下，我把肚子烤一烤……这样烤火可以治病！" And when she had turned round with her breast to the fire and her feet tucked under her: 她转过身来，胸口对着炉火，两只脚压在大腿下面。 "Let me see," she said; "you don't sleep with your wife any longer?"" 喂，你不再和你老婆睡觉了吗？" 
对，这个我可以向你保证。"他怕娜娜找他麻烦，连忙说道。 "And you believe she's really a stick?"" 你以为她真的是一块木头吗？" He bowed his head in the affirmative. 他点点头，作为肯定的回答。 "And that's why you love me? Answer me! I shan't be angry."" 那么，是这个原因你才喜欢我的吗？……回答呀！我不会生气的。" He repeated the same movement. 他又点点头。 
很好！"娜娜最后说道，"我已料到了。啊！你这个可怜的宝贝！……你认识我的姑妈勒拉太太吗？等她来了，你请她讲讲她家对面的那个水果商的故事吧……你想想这个水果商……他妈的！这火真热。我得转一下身子，我现在要烤烤左边。"她把左侧朝向炉火时，在火光的照射下，她看见自己身上胖胖的，皮肤发红，非常高兴，觉得挺有趣的，便自己跟自己开起玩笑来。 "I look like a goose, eh? Yes, that's it! I'm a goose on the spit, and I'm turning, turning and cooking in my own juice, eh?"" 嗯？我像一只鹅……哦！是的，像一只烤叉上的鹅…… And she was once more indulging in a merry fit of laughter when a sound of voices and slamming doors became audible. Muffat was surprised, and he questioned her with a look. She grew serious, and an anxious expression came over her face. It must be Zoe's cat, a cursed beast that broke everything. It was half-past twelve o'clock. How long was she going to bother herself in her cuckold's behalf? Now that the other man had come she ought to get him out of the way, and that quickly. 我转动着，我转动着。的确我是用原汁在烤我自己。"她又哈哈笑起来，这时听见说话声和开门的响声。缪法吃了一惊，用询问的目光打量她一下。她又严肃起来，神色惴惴不安。她推托说那一定是佐爱的那只猫，这头该死的畜生什么都被它打碎。已经到了午夜十二点半了。这时候，她哪里还有心思来满足缪法这个王八的欲望？现在又来了一个男人，她必须赶快把缪法打发走。 "What were you saying?" asked the count complaisantly, for he was charmed to see her so kind to him." 你刚才说什么？"伯爵殷勤地问道，他见她那副和蔼的样子，高兴极了。 But in her desire to be rid of him she suddenly changed her mood, became brutal and did not take care what she was saying. 由于娜娜急于把他打发走，她突然改变了态度，变得粗暴起来，说话也就不那么注意了。 
啊！对的，说到水果商和他的老婆……是啊！亲爱的，他们从来互相都不碰一下，根本不干这种事！……其实，她在这方面的欲望很强烈，你知道吗。而他呢，呆头呆脑的，一点也不知道，他还以为她的老婆是根木头，便到别处去寻花问柳，同一些婊子在一起鬼混，她们让他享受了种种下流的快乐，而他的老婆也去寻求同样的下流快乐，对象是比他的笨蛋丈夫机灵的小伙子……夫妻间互相不融洽，就会落到这样的结局。这方面我是很了解的。" Muffat was growing pale. At last he was beginning to understand her allusions, and he wanted to make her keep silence. But she was in full swing. 缪法脸色变得煞白。终于明白了她那一番转弯抹角的话的含义，他想叫她闭口不说。但是她的话匣子打开就收不住了。 "No, hold your tongue, will you? If you weren't brutes you would be as nice with your wives as you are with us, and if your wives weren't geese they would take as much pains to keep you as we do to get you. That's the way to behave. Yes, my duck, you can put that in your pipe and smoke it."" 不，别打扰我说话！……如果你们不是没有教养的人，就会在你们老婆身边和在我们身边一样可爱；如果你们的老婆不是一些蠢货，就会费尽心机把你们拴住，就像我们费尽心机把你们勾引到手一样……这一切都是教养问题……我说的就是这些，我的小宝贝，好好记住我的话吧。" "Do not talk of honest women," he said in a hard voice. "You do not know them."" 别谈那些正经女人了吧，"他语气生硬地说道，"你不了解她们。" At that Nana rose to her knees. 这时，娜娜一下子跳起来。 
我不了解她们！……你那些正经女人甚至连干净都谈不上！不，她们根本不干净！你未必找得出一个女人，敢像我这样子，身子脱得光光的让人看……说实话，你的那些所谓正经女人，只能叫我好笑！你不要把我逼得太厉害，不要逼得我说出我事后要后悔的话来。" The count, by way of answer, mumbled something insulting. Nana became quite pale in her turn. For some seconds she looked at him without speaking. Then in her decisive way: 伯爵只低声骂了一声，没有回答她的话。娜娜脸色也一下子变白了。她一声不吭，瞧了他一会儿。然后，用清脆的声音说道： "What would you do if your wife were deceiving you?"" 如果你的老婆让你当王八，你打算怎么办呢？" He made a threatening gesture. 他做出一个威胁的动作。 "Well, and if I were to?"" 那么，如果是我欺骗了你呢？" 
哦！你呀。"他耸耸肩膀，悄声说道。 Nana was certainly not spiteful. Since the beginning of the conversation she had been strongly tempted to throw his cuckold's reputation in his teeth, but she had resisted. She would have liked to confess him quietly on the subject, but he had begun to exasperate her at last. The matter ought to stop now. 确实，娜娜本来并没有恶意。开始谈话时，她就尽量克制住自己，不当面说他是王八。她本来只希望他把真实情况说出来。但是，到了后来，他把她惹怒了，她就只好把话直说了。 "Well, then, my dearie," she continued, "I don't know what you're getting at with me. For two hours past you've been worrying my life out. Now do just go and find your wife, for she's at it with Fauchery. Yes, it's quite correct; they're in the Rue Taitbout, at the corner of the Rue de Provence. You see, I'm giving you the address."" 那么，我的小宝贝，"她又说道，"我不知道你到我这里来是干什么的……你把我缠了两个钟头……还是回去找你的老婆吧，她正在和福什利干那种事呢。是的，一点也不错，他们在泰布街，就在普鲁旺斯街的拐角上，你看，我连地址都告诉你了。" Then triumphantly, as she saw Muffat stagger to his feet like an ox under the hammer: 接着，她看见缪法像头部被猛击一槌的牛，摇摇晃晃地站起来，她得意洋洋地说道： "If honest women must meddle in our affairs and take our sweethearts from us--Oh, you bet they're a nice lot, those honest women!"" 如果正经女人插进来，抢走我们的情人！……说真话，那些正经女人，她们就够规矩的了！" 
但是，还没等她把话说完，伯爵猛然一下把她直挺挺地摔倒在地上；接着抬起脚跟，想踩烂她的脑袋叫她闭嘴。好一会儿，她吓得魂不附体。他气得头晕目眩，像个疯子，在房间里胡乱走动。她见他气得一句话也说不出来，浑身发抖，不禁流下了眼泪。她后悔得要命。随后，她在火炉前蜷缩着身子，一边让火烤身子右边，一边安慰他。 "I take my oath, darling, I thought you knew it all. Otherwise I shouldn't have spoken; you may be sure. But perhaps it isn't true. I don't say anything for certain. I've been told it, and people are talking about it, but what does that prove? Oh, get along! You're very silly to grow riled about it. If I were a man I shouldn't care a rush for the women! All the women are alike, you see, high or low; they're all rowdy and the rest of it."" 亲爱的，我向你发誓，我以为你是知道的，要不然，我是决不会说的……另外，这也许不是事实。我嘛，我并未去核实。这是人家告诉我的，外边有人在谈论；但是，这能算证据吗？啊！算了吧，你犯不着自寻烦恼了。我要是男人，我才瞧不起女人呢！你也知道，女人嘛！从上层到下层，全是一路货色：都是穷奢极欲的婊子。" In a fit of self-abnegation she was severe on womankind, for she wished thus to lessen the cruelty of her blow. But he did not listen to her or hear what she said. With fumbling movements he had put on his boots and his overcoat. For a moment longer he raved round, and then in a final outburst, finding himself near the door, he rushed from the room. Nana was very much annoyed. 她大骂女人，竟然忘记自己也是女人，想以此减轻他所受的精神打击的痛苦。但是他根本不想听她的话，也没有听清她的话。他气得直跺脚，随后穿上高帮皮鞋和礼服。他又在房间里来回走了一会儿，然后，仿佛气到最后才找到了门，走了出去。娜娜非常恼火。 "Well, well! A prosperous trip to you!" she continued aloud, though she was now alone. "He's polite, too, that fellow is, when he's spoken to! And I had to defend myself at that! Well, I was the first to get back my temper and I made plenty of excuses, I'm thinking! Besides, he had been getting on my nerves!"" 好吧！一路顺风！"房间里虽然只剩她一个人，她仍然大声说道，"这个家伙还算是有礼貌，我同他讲话时，他一句话也不说！……我还一个劲儿去安慰他呢！是我先改变了态度，我还一再表示道歉，我觉得我是够客气了！……所以，是他在这里惹得我恼火。" Nevertheless, she was not happy and sat scratching her legs with both hands. Then she took high ground: 不过她的心里还是不高兴，她用两只手在腿上搔痒。但是，她拿定了主意…… 
呸！去他的！他戴了绿帽子，这可不是我的过错！" And toasted on every side and as hot as a roast bird, she went and buried herself under the bedclothes after ringing for Zoe to usher in the other man, who was waiting in the kitchen. 她把浑身都烤到了，觉得暖和和的，便一下子钻进被窝里，一边按铃，叫佐爱让等在厨房里的那个男人进来。 Once outside, Muffat began walking at a furious pace. A fresh shower had just fallen, and he kept slipping on the greasy pavement. When he looked mechanically up into the sky he saw ragged, soot-colored clouds scudding in front of the moon. At this hour of the night passers-by were becoming few and far between in the Boulevard Haussmann. He skirted the enclosures round the opera house in his search for darkness, and as he went along he kept mumbling inconsequent phrases. That girl had been lying. She had invented her story out of sheer stupidity and cruelty. He ought to have crushed her head when he had it under his heel. After all was said and done, the business was too shameful. Never would he see her; never would he touch her again, or if he did he would be miserably weak. And with that he breathed hard, as though he were free once more. Oh, that naked, cruel monster, roasting away like any goose and slavering over everything that he had respected for forty years back. The moon had come out, and the empty street was bathed in white light. He felt afraid, and he burst into a great fit of sobbing, for he had grown suddenly hopeless and maddened as though he had sunk into a fathomless void. 到了外面，缪法怒气冲冲地走着。刚刚下了一场暴雨，他走在泥泞的路上，一走一滑。他不由自主地抬起头来，凝望天空，只见团团乌云在急速掠过月亮，此时此刻，奥斯曼大街上的行人寥寥无几。他沿着歌剧院的工地，专选黑暗的地方走，嘴里嘟嘟哝哝说了一些前言不搭后语的话。这个婊子愚蠢而又狠毒，编造出这些谎言来骗他。刚才他的脚跟对准她的脑袋时，应该把它踩得粉碎。总之，他蒙受了奇耻大辱，他永远不来看她了，永远不来碰她一下子；否则，他就是孬种。这时他如释重负，大口大口地呼吸着。啊！这个赤身裸体的妖精，愚蠢得像只在烤着的鹅，竟然诽谤他四十年来所崇敬的一切！这时，遮住月亮的乌云散开了，大片银色的月光洒在阒无一人的街道上。他顿时感到恐惧，不禁呜咽起来。他很失望、惊慌，仿佛坠入无边无际的空虚之中。 "My God!" he stuttered out. "It's finished! There's nothing left now!"" 我的上帝！"他结巴道，"完了，一切都完了。" Along the boulevards belated people were hurrying. He tried hard to be calm, and as the story told him by that courtesan kept recurring to his burning consciousness, he wanted to reason the matter out. The countess was coming up from Mme de Chezelles's country house tomorrow morning. Yet nothing, in fact, could have prevented her from returning to Paris the night before and passing it with that man. He now began recalling to mind certain details of their stay at Les Fondettes. One evening, for instance, he had surprised Sabine in the shade of some trees, when she was so much agitated as to be unable to answer his questions. The man had been present; why should she not be with him now? The more he thought about it the more possible the whole story became, and he ended by thinking it natural and even inevitable. While he was in his shirt sleeves in the house of a harlot his wife was undressing in her lover's room. Nothing could be simpler or more logical! Reasoning in this way, he forced himself to keep cool. He felt as if there were a great downward movement in the direction of fleshly madness, a movement which, as it grew, was overcoming the whole world round about him. Warm images pursued him in imagination. A naked Nana suddenly evoked a naked Sabine. At this vision, which seemed to bring them together in shameless relationship and under the influence of the same lusts, he literally stumbled, and in the road a cab nearly ran over him. Some women who had come out of a cafe jostled him amid loud laughter. Then a fit of weeping once more overcame him, despite all his efforts to the contrary, and, not wishing to shed tears in the presence of others, he plunged into a dark and empty street. It was the Rue Rossini, and along its silent length he wept like a child. 他走过一条条林荫大道，晚归的行人大步流星地走着。他竭力让自己平静下来。那个婊子胡诌的事又开始浮现在他的热乎乎的头脑中，他真想逐一分析一下事情真实性的程度。要到明天早上伯爵夫人才从德·谢泽勒夫人的古堡里回来。事实上，她完全可能在昨天晚上就回到巴黎，在那个男人家过夜。他现在回顾起在丰岱特庄园居住时的某些细节。比如说那一天晚上，他在树下突然撞见萨比娜，她慌乱得连话都说不出来。那个男人当时也在那里。那么，难道现在她就不能在他家里吗？他越想越觉得娜娜说的事是很可能的。最后，他觉得这事是自然的，而且是必然会发生的。当他自己在一个婊子家里脱掉外衣时，他的老婆在一个情人的卧室里脱衣解带，这是最简单的、最合乎逻辑的事。他这样一边推理，一边竭力让自己冷静下来。他感觉到陷入疯狂的肉欲之中，这种感觉在他身上不断扩大，并蔓延到他周围，征服了他周围的人。这一幕幕情景接二连三地出现在他发热的头脑中。他脑海里浮现出赤身裸体的娜娜，突然间他又联想到赤身裸体的萨比娜。在这幻想之中，他把这两个女人相提并论，他们同样寡廉鲜耻，同样受淫欲的驱使，想着想着，他不禁打了一个踉跄，差点被行车道上驶来的一辆出租马车撞倒。从一家咖啡馆里出来的一些女人，嘻嘻哈哈用胳膊肘对他推推搡搡。这时，他忍不住内心的悲痛，流下了眼泪。他不愿在人面前呜呜咽咽，便钻进黑魆魆的阒无一人的罗西尼街中，沿着寂静的房子，一边走一边哭得像个孩子。 
完了，"他用低沉的声音说道，"一切都完了，一切都完了。" He wept so violently that he had to lean up against a door as he buried his face in his wet hands. A noise of footsteps drove him away. He felt a shame and a fear which made him fly before people's faces with the restless step of a bird of darkness. When passers-by met him on the pavement he did his best to look and walk in a leisurely way, for he fancied they were reading his secret in the very swing of his shoulders. He had followed the Rue de la Grange Bateliere as far as the Rue du Faubourg Montmartre, where the brilliant lamplight surprised him, and he retraced his steps. For nearly an hour he traversed the district thus, choosing always the darkest corners. Doubtless there was some goal whither his steps were patiently, instinctively, leading him through a labyrinth of endless turnings. At length he lifted his eyes up it a street corner. He had reached his destination, the point where the Rue Taitbout and the Rue de la Provence met. He had taken an hour amid his painful mental sufferings to arrive at a place he could have reached in five minutes. One morning a month ago he remembered going up to Fauchery's rooms to thank him for a notice of a ball at the Tuileries, in which the journalist had mentioned him. The flat was between the ground floor and the first story and had a row of small square windows which were half hidden by the colossal signboard belonging to a shop. The last window on the left was bisected by a brilliant band of lamplight coming from between the half-closed curtains. And he remained absorbed and expectant, with his gaze fixed on this shining streak. 他哭得非常伤心，不得不倚到一扇门上，他用手捂住面孔，泪水浸湿了他的手。这时他听见一阵脚步声，慌忙离开那里。他感到羞耻、恐惧，像夜游者一样，迈着慌张步伐，见人就溜，倘若人行道上有人遇见他，他就竭力装出一副轻松愉快的样子，担心别人看见他的肩膀抽动，猜出他干的丑事。他沿着格朗日棸屠锾乩镅墙肿撸恢弊叩礁２级麠蒙马特街。这条街上灯光如昼，他吓了一跳，连忙回过头来往回走。就这样，他在这一带走街穿巷，专挑光线最暗淡的地方走，他走了差不多一个钟头。看样子他是朝着一个目的地走去，因为他经过的路拐弯很多，非常难走，他走得从容不迫，每到拐弯处，他的脚步都自动转弯。他终于走到一条街的拐弯处，他抬起头来一看，发觉自己到了目的地。这里是泰布街和普鲁旺斯街的交接处。他本来只要用五分钟就可以到达，但由于他头昏脑胀，却走了一个小时。他记得上个月的一天早上，他曾来过福什利家，感谢他写了一篇文章，报道在杜伊勒里宫举行的一次舞会情况，文章中提到了他的名字。福什利住在底层与二楼之间的夹层里，几扇方形小窗户，被一家店铺的大招牌遮挡了一半，左边最后一扇窗户的窗帘没有拉严，一道强烈的灯光从中间射出来，把窗户分成两部分。他木立在那里，双目注视着这道光亮，全神贯注地等待着。 The moon had disappeared in an inky sky, whence an icy drizzle was falling. Two o'clock struck at the Trinite. The Rue de Provence and the Rue Taitbout lay in shadow, bestarred at intervals by bright splashes of light from the gas lamps, which in the distance were merged in yellow mist. Muffat did not move from where he was standing. That was the room. He remembered it now: it had hangings of red "andrinople," and a Louis XIII bed stood at one end of it. The lamp must be standing on the chimney piece to the right. Without doubt they had gone to bed, for no shadows passed across the window, and the bright streak gleamed as motionless as the light of a night lamp. With his eyes still uplifted he began forming a plan; he would ring the bell, go upstairs despite the porter's remonstrances, break the doors in with a push of his shoulder and fall upon them in the very bed without giving them time to unlace their arms. For one moment the thought that he had no weapon upon him gave him pause, but directly afterward he decided to throttle them. He returned to the consideration of his project, and he perfected it while waiting for some sign, some indication, which should bring certainty with it.Had a woman's shadow only shown itself at that moment he would have rung. But the thought that perhaps he was deceiving himself froze him. How could he be certain? Doubts began to return. His wife could not be with that man. It was monstrous and impossible. Nevertheless, he stayed where he was and was gradually overcome by a species of torpor which merged into sheer feebleness while he waited long, and the fixity of his gaze induced hallucinations. 月亮消失了，天空墨黑，下起冰冷的蒙蒙细雨，圣三教堂的钟敲了两点。普鲁旺斯街和泰布街隐没在星星点点的煤气灯的强烈灯光中，到了远处，这灯光淹没在远处的黄色的雾气中。缪法一动不动。那是一间卧室，他记得它的墙壁上挂着土耳其红棉布帷幔，房间的后面有一张路易十三款式的床。灯大概是在右边，搁在壁炉上。他们可能睡觉了，因为没有一个人影在走动，那道亮光纹丝不动，就像夜明灯的光亮。他的目光一直盯着上面，心里筹谋着：他去按门铃，不管门房如何叫喊，冲到楼上，用肩膀撞开门，扑到他们身上，在他俩搂在一起还没有来得及松开膀子时，就在床上把他们当场抓住。但他想到自己没有武器，又犹豫了一会儿。随后，他决定把他们掐死。他把计划重新考虑了一遍，他想得很周到，决定再等一等，等到有什么迹象，证据确凿时再动手。如果有一个女人的影子出现，他就去按门铃。但是，当他想到自己可能弄错时，他的心又凉了。他如果冲进去，会说出什么理由呢？他又怀疑起来了，他原来的想法是荒诞的，这是不可能的，他的老婆不可能在这个男人家里。然而，他还是呆在那里，因为等久了，眼睛盯住不动，视线模糊起来，身体渐渐麻木了，变得软绵绵的。 A shower was falling. Two policemen were approaching, and he was forced to leave the doorway where he had taken shelter. When these were lost to view in the Rue de Provence he returned to his post, wet and shivering. The luminous streak still traversed the window, and this time he was going away for good when a shadow crossed it. It moved so quickly that he thought he had deceived himself. But first one and then another black thing followed quickly after it, and there was a regular commotion in the room. Riveted anew to the pavement, he experienced an intolerable burning sensation in his inside as he waited to find out the meaning of it all. Outlines of arms and legs flitted after one another, and an enormous hand traveled about with the silhouette of a water jug. He distinguished nothing clearly, but he thought he recognized a woman's headdress. And he disputed the point with himself; it might well have been Sabine's hair, only the neck did not seem sufficiently slim. At that hour of the night he had lost the power of recognition and of action. In this terrible agony of uncertainty his inside caused him such acute suffering that he pressed against the door in order to calm himself, shivering like a man in rags, as he did so. Then seeing that despite everything he could not turn his eyes away from the window, his anger changed into a fit of moralizing. He fancied himself a deputy; he was haranguing an assembly, loudly denouncing debauchery, prophesying national ruin. And he reconstructed Fauchery's article on the poisoned fly, and he came before the house and declared that morals such as these, which could only be paralleled in the days of the later Roman Empire, rendered society an impossibility; that did him good. But the shadows had meanwhile disappeared. Doubtless they had gone to bed again, and, still watching, he continued waiting where he was. 刚才又下了一阵骤雨。两个警察走过来，他不得不离开他避雨的门口。等到两个警察消失在普鲁旺斯街后，他又走回来，身上淋得湿漉漉的，浑身直打哆嗦。那条亮光一直出现在窗户上。这次他正要走时，窗口有一个人影走过。那个人影一闪而过，他以为自己看错了。但是，接二连三的影子晃来晃去，看来刚才有人在房间里活动。他又一次伫立在人行道上，他感到胃里火辣辣的，难以忍受，但他仍然等待着，想把事情弄清楚。只见胳膊和大腿的影子在窗口上飞逝而过；一只巨大的手捧着一只水壶在那里动来动去。他什么东西也没有看清楚；但他仿佛辨认出一个女人的发髻。但他对这一点还不能肯定；从头发上看像是萨比娜，只是后颈似乎太胖了。此时此刻，他不知道该怎么办，也不能采取任何行动。他拿不定主意，陷入极度焦虑不安之中，胃里又疼得不堪忍受，他便把身子紧紧贴在门上，以便减轻一点痛苦，他浑身上下像穷鬼似的颤抖着。尽管这样，他的目光仍然不离开窗户，他的满腔怒火熄灭了，转化为道德家的幻想：他幻想自己是议员，面对全体议员发表演说，大声申斥荒淫无耻的生活，宣告社会已经大难临头；他把福什利的那篇关于毒蝇的文章重新构思了一遍，并以现身说法，宣称如果让后期罗马帝国的这些伤风败俗的社会风气继续下去，社会就不可能存在了。他这样一想，情绪就好了一些。可是人影已经不见了。他们肯定又上床睡觉了。他一直注视着窗子，依然等待下去。 Three o'clock struck, then four, but he could not take his departure. When showers fell he buried himself in a corner of the doorway, his legs splashed with wet. Nobody passed by now, and occasionally his eyes would close, as though scorched by the streak of light, which he kept watching obstinately, fixedly, with idiotic persistence. On two subsequent occasions the shadows flitted about, repeating the same gestures and agitating the silhouette of the same gigantic jug, and twice quiet was re-established, and the night lamp again glowed discreetly out. These shadows only increased his uncertainty. Then, too, a sudden idea soothed his brain while it postponed the decisive moment. After all, he had only to wait for the woman when she left the house. He could quite easily recognize Sabine. Nothing could be simpler, and there would be no scandal, and he would be sure of things one way or the other. It was only necessary to stay where he was. Among all the confused feelings which had been agitating him he now merely felt a dull need of certain knowledge. But sheer weariness and vacancy began lulling him to sleep under his doorway, and by way of distraction he tried to reckon up how long he would have to wait. Sabine was to be at the station toward nine o'clock; that meant about four hours and a half more. He was very patient; he would even have been content not to move again, and he found a certain charm in fancying that his night vigil would last through eternity. 时钟敲了三点，后来又敲了四点，他还不离开那里。大雨滂沱时，他就躲到门檐下面，腿上溅满污泥浊水。这时，路上没有一个行人，他傻头傻脑地把目光盯在那道灯光上，不时眯缝起眼睛，好像被灯光照痛了似的。又有两次，他看见人影在晃动，人影做着同样的动作，端着一把硕大无朋的水壶，但他两次又很快平静下来，窗口依然发出夜明灯般的微弱光亮。他想这些影子也许会更加频繁出现的。这时，他的头脑里突然产生了一个想法，他又平静下来，于是，推迟了行动的时间：他只要在门口等那个女人出来就行了。萨比娜他总是会辨认清楚的。这个办法最简单，不会闹出什么笑话来，而且证据确凿可靠。他只要一直呆在那儿就行了。他刚才思绪万千，心神不定，现在隐约感到只要弄清事实真相就好办了。但是，无聊地呆在这扇门边着实使他昏昏欲睡，为了分散一下注意力，他试着计算他要等待多长时间。萨比娜大概在将近九点钟时到达火车站。这就意味着他还要等待将近四个半钟头。他想到自己要长时间等下去，觉得倒也蛮有趣的，于是，他就充满耐心，一动不动地等下去。 
倏然间，那条亮光消失了。这件很简单的事在他看来是出乎意料的大灾难，是一件令人讨厌和不安的事情。显而易见，他们刚才关了灯，马上就睡觉了。在这样的时刻，这是合乎情理的事。但是他很恼火，因为那扇窗户现在黑洞洞的，他对它再也不感兴趣了。他对着窗户又看了一刻钟，接着，他觉得厌腻了，便离开了那扇门，到人行道上走走。直到五点钟时，他还在那里徘徊着，还不时抬起头来瞧瞧那扇窗户。那扇窗户里死一般地寂静，他心想自己是不是在做梦，因为那扇窗户的玻璃上不时有人影在晃动。他疲惫不堪，头脑处于迟钝状态，竟然忘记自己在街角上等什么，他的脚不时绊在街上的石头上，这时猛然一惊，清醒过来，身上打一个寒噤，像一个人不知道自己在哪里似的。自寻烦恼，真不值得。既然这些人睡觉了，就让他们睡吧。管他们的闲事有什么好处呢？天很黑，谁也不知道这些事情。这样一想，他的种种想法，连同他的好奇心，都一下子消失了，心想这事就算了，找个地方轻松一下吧。天越来越冷了，再呆在街上他忍受不住了；两次他走开了，又拖着脚步走回来，然后又走得更远一些。没有什么，这事就算完了，他一直走到大街上，再也没有回头。
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