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但是，有什么比青春更任性吗？有什么比幼稚更盲目呢？青春与幼稚认定，有幸能再次见到罗切斯特先生是够令人愉快的，不管他见不见我，并且补充说："快些！快些！在还能做到的时候跟他在一起，只要再过几天，至多几星期，你就与他永别了！"随后我抑制住了新的痛苦--我无法说服自己承认和培育的畸形儿--并继续赶路了。 They are making hay, too, in Thornfield meadows: or rather, thelabourers are just quitting their work, and returning home withtheir rakes on their shoulders, now, at the hour I arrive. I havebut a field or two to traverse, and then I shall cross the road andreach the gates. How full the hedges are of roses! But I have notime to gather any; I want to be at the house. I passed a tallbriar, shooting leafy and flowery branches across the path; I seethe narrow stile with stone steps; and I see--Mr. Rochester sittingthere, a book and a pencil in his hand; he is writing. 在桑菲尔德的草地上，他们也在晒制干草呢，或者更确切些，我到达的时刻，农夫们正好下工，肩上扛着草耙回家去。我只要再走过一两块草地，就可以穿过大路，到达门口了。篱笆上长了那么多蔷薇花！但我已顾不上去采摘，巴不得立即赶到府上。我经过一棵高大的蔷薇，叶茂花盛的枝桠横穿过小径。我看到了窄小的石头台阶，我还看到--罗切斯特先生坐在那里，手中拿着一本书和一支铅笔，他在写着。 Well, he is not a ghost; yet every nerve I have is unstrung: for amoment I am beyond my own mastery. What does it mean? I did notthink I should tremble in this way when I saw him, or lose my voiceor the power of motion in his presence. I will go back as soon as Ican stir: I need not make an absolute fool of myself. I knowanother way to the house. It does not signify if I knew twentyways; for he has seen me. 是呀，他不是鬼，但我的每一根神经都紧张起来。一时我无法自制。那是什么意思？我未曾想到一见他就这么颤抖起来--或者在他面前目瞪口呆，或者动弹不得。一旦我能够动弹，我一定要折回去，因为没有必要让自己变成个大傻瓜，我知道通往府上的另一条路。但是即使我认得二十条路也没有用了，因为他已经看到了我。 "Hillo!" he cries; and he puts up his book and his pencil. "Thereyou are! Come on, if you please."" 你好！"他叫道，丢开了书和铅笔。"你来啦！请过来。" I suppose I do come on; though in what fashion I know not; beingscarcely cognisant of my movements, and solicitous only to appearcalm; and, above all, to control the working muscles of my face--which I feel rebel insolently against my will, and struggle toexpress what I had resolved to conceal. But I have a veil--it isdown: I may make shift yet to behave with decent composure. 我猜想我确实往前走了，尽管不知道怎么走过去的。我几乎没有意识到自己的行动，而一味切记着要显得镇定，尤其要控制活动的面部神经--而它却公然违抗我的意志，挣扎着要把我决心掩饰的东西表露出来。但我戴着面纱--这时已经拿下。我可以尽力做出镇定自若的样子。 
这可是简.爱？你从米尔科特来，而且是走来的？是呀--又是你的一个鬼点子，不叫一辆马车，像一个普通人一样咔嗒咔嗒穿过街道和大路，偏要在黄昏薄暮，偷偷来到你家附近，仿佛你是一个梦，是一个影子。真见鬼，上个月你干了些什么？" "I have been with my aunt, sir, who is dead."" 我与我舅妈在一起，先生，她去世了。" "A true Janian reply! Good angels be my guard! She comes from theother world--from the abode of people who are dead; and tells me sowhen she meets me alone here in the gloaming! If I dared, I'd touchyou, to see if you are substance or shadow, you elf!--but I'd assoon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh.Truant! truant!" he added, when he had paused an instant. "Absentfrom me a whole month, and forgetting me quite, I'll be sworn!"" 道地的简.爱式的回答！但愿善良的天使保护我吧！她是从另一个世界来的--从死人的住所来的，而且在黄昏碰见我一个人的时候这么告诉我。要是我有胆量，我会碰碰你，看你是实实在在的人，还是一个影子。你这精灵呀！--可是我甘愿去沼泽地里捕捉五色的鬼火。逃兵！逃兵！"他停了灯刻后又补充说："离开我整整一个月，己经把我忘得一干二净，我敢担保！" I knew there would be pleasure in meeting my master again, eventhough broken by the fear that he was so soon to cease to be mymaster, and by the knowledge that I was nothing to him: but therewas ever in Mr. Rochester (so at least I thought) such a wealth ofthe power of communicating happiness, that to taste but of thecrumbs he scattered to stray and stranger birds like me, was tofeast genially. His last words were balm: they seemed to implythat it imported something to him whether I forgot him or not. Andhe had spoken of Thornfield as my home--would that it were my home! 我知道，与主人重逢是一件乐事，尽管备受干扰，因为我担心他快要不再是我的主人，而且我也明白我对他无足轻重了。不过在罗切斯特先生身上（至少我认为）永远有着一种使人感染上愉快的巨大力量，只要尝一尝他撒给象我这样离群孤鸟的面包屑，就无异于饱餐一顿盛宴。他最后的几句话抚慰了我，似乎是说，他还挺在乎我有没有把他给忘了呢，而且他把桑菲尔德说成是我的家--但愿那是我的家！ He did not leave the stile, and I hardly liked to ask to go by. Iinquired soon if he had not been to London. 他没有离开石阶，我很不情愿要求他让路。我立刻问他是不是去过伦敦了。 
去了，我想你再看一眼就看出来了。" "Mrs. Fairfax told me in a letter."" 费尔法克斯太太在一封信里告诉我了。" "And did she inform you what I went to do?"" 她告诉你我去干什么了吗？" "Oh, yes, sir! Everybody knew your errand."" 呵，是的，先生！人人都知道你的伦敦之行。" "You must see the carriage, Jane, and tell me if you don't think itwill suit Mrs. Rochester exactly; and whether she won't look likeQueen Boadicea, leaning back against those purple cushions. I wish,Jane, I were a trifle better adapted to match with her externally.Tell me now, fairy as you are--can't you give me a charm, or aphilter, or something of that sort, to make me a handsome man?"" 你得看一看马车，简，告诉我是不是你认为它完全适合罗切斯特太太。她靠在紫色的软垫上，看上去像不像波狄西亚女王。简，但愿我在外貌上同她更般配一点。你是个小精灵，那现在你就告诉我--能不能给我一种魔力，或者有魔力的药，或是某种类似的东西，使我变成一个英俊的男子？" 
这不是魔力所能为的，先生，"我心里又补充道，"一个亲切的眼神是最需要的魔力，由此看来，你已经够漂亮了，或者不如说，你严厉的神情具有一种超越美的力量。" Mr. Rochester had sometimes read my unspoken thoughts with an acumento me incomprehensible: in the present instance he took no noticeof my abrupt vocal response; but he smiled at me with a certainsmile he had of his own, and which he used but on rare occasions.He seemed to think it too good for common purposes: it was the realsunshine of feeling--he shed it over me now. 罗切斯特先生有时有一种我所无法理解的敏锐，能看透我没有表露的思想，眼下他没有理会我唐突的口头回答，却以他特有而少见的笑容，朝我笑笑。他似乎认为这种笑容太美妙，犯不着用于一般的目的。这确实是情感的阳光--此刻他将它撒遍我周身。 "Pass, Janet," said he, making room for me to cross the stile: "goup home, and stay your weary little wandering feet at a friend'sthreshold."" 走过去吧，珍妮特，"他说着空出地方来让我跨过台阶。"回家去，在朋友的门槛里，歇歇你那双奔波不定、疲倦了的小脚吧。" All I had now to do was to obey him in silence: no need for me tocolloquise further. I got over the stile without a word, and meantto leave him calmly. An impulse held me fast--a force turned meround. I said--or something in me said for me, and in spite of me - 现在我该做的不过是默默地听从他罢了，没有必要再作口头交谈。我二话没说跨过石，打算平静地离开他。但是一种冲动攫住了我--一种力量使我回过头来。我说--或是内心的某种东西不由自主地替我说了： "Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangelyglad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home--myonly home."" 罗切斯特先生，谢谢你的关怀。回到你身边，我感到出奇地高兴，你在哪儿，那儿就是我的家--我唯一的家。" 
我走得那么快，甚至就是他要追赶也追赶不上。小阿黛勒一见我乐得差点儿疯了，费尔法克斯太太照例以一种朴实的友情接待了我。莉娅朝我笑笑，甚至连索菲娅也愉快地对我说了声"bonsoir"我感到非常愉快。你为自己的同类所爱，并感觉到自己的存在为他们增添了快慰时，你的幸福是无与伦比的。 I that evening shut my eyes resolutely against the future: Istopped my cars against the voice that kept warning me of nearseparation and coming grief. When tea was over and Mrs. Fairfax hadtaken her knitting, and I had assumed a low seat near her, andAdele, kneeling on the carpet, had nestled close up to me, and asense of mutual affection seemed to surround us with a ring ofgolden peace, I uttered a silent prayer that we might not be partedfar or soon; but when, as we thus sat, Mr. Rochester entered,unannounced, and looking at us, seemed to take pleasure in thespectacle of a group so amicable--when he said he supposed the oldlady was all right now that she had got her adopted daughter backagain, and added that he saw Adele was "prete e croquer sa petitemaman Anglaise"--I half ventured to hope that he would, even afterhis marriage, keep us together somewhere under the shelter of hisprotection, and not quite exiled from the sunshine of his presence. 那天晚上，我紧闭双眼，无视将来；我塞住耳朵，不去听"离别在即，忧伤将临"的频频警告。茶点过后，费尔法克斯太太开始了编织，我在她旁边找了个低矮的座位，阿黛勒跪在地毯上，紧偎着我。亲密无间的气氛，像一个宁静的金色圆圈围着我们。我默默地祈祷着，愿我们彼此不要分离得太远，也不要太早。但是，当我们如此坐着，罗切斯特先生不宣而至，打量着我们，似乎对一伙人如此融洽的景象感到愉快时--当他说，既然老太太又弄回自己的养女，想必她已安心，并补充说他看到阿黛勒是"preteacroquersapetitemamanAnglaise"时--我近乎冒险地希望，即使在结婚以后，他也会把我们一起安置在某个地方，得到他的庇护，而不是远离他所辐射出的阳光。
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