It was not a bright or splendid summer evening, though fair and soft:
这是一个晴朗温和却并不明亮灿烂的夏夜：
the haymakers were at work all along the road;
干草工们沿路忙碌着；
and the sky, though far from cloudless, was such as promised well for the future:
天空虽然有云，却仍有好天气的兆头。
its blue -- where blue was visible -- was mild and settled, and its cloud strata high and thin.
天上的蓝色--在看得见蓝色的地方--柔和而稳定，云层又高又薄。
The west, too, was warm: no watery gleam chilled it
西边也很暖和：没有湿润的微光来造就凉意，
it seemed as if there was a fire lit, an altar burning behind its screen of marbled vapour,
看上去仿佛点起了火，好似一个祭坛在大理石般雾气的屏障后面燃一烧着，
and out of apertures shone a golden redness.
从缝隙中射一出金色的红光。

I felt glad as the road shortened before me:
面前的路越走越短，
so glad that I stopped once to ask myself what that joy meant:
我心里非常高兴，高兴得有一次竟停下脚步问自己，这种喜悦的含义何在，
and to remind reason that it was not to my home I was going, or to a permanent resting-place,
并提醒理智，我不是回到自己家里，或是去一个永久的安身之处，
or to a place where fond friends looked out for me and waited my arrival.
我是到一个亲密的朋友们翘首以待、等候我到达的地方。
"Mrs. Fairfax will smile you a calm welcome, to be sure," said I;
“可以肯定，费尔法克斯太太会平静地笑笑，表示欢迎，”我说，
"and little Adèle will clap her hands and jump to see you:
“而小阿黛勒会拍手叫好，一见我就跳起来，不
but you know very well you are thinking of another than they, and that he is not thinking of you."
过你心里很明白，你想的不是她们，而是另外一个人，而这个人却并不在想你。”