Thus passed the first day. At night the boy slept on two chairs, in a corner of the ward, and in the morning he resumed his work of mercy. That day it seemed as though the eyes of the sick man revealed a dawning of consciousness. At the sound of the boy's caressing voice a vague expression of gratitude seemed to gleam for an instant in his pupils, and once he moved his lips a little, as though he wanted to say something. After each brief nap he seemed, on opening his eyes, to seek his little nurse. The doctor, who had passed twice, thought he noted a slight improvement. Towards evening, on putting the cup to his lips, the lad fancied that he perceived a very faint smile glide across the swollen lips. Then he began to take comfort and to hope; and with the hope of being understood, confusedly at least, he talked to him--talked to him at great length--of his mother, of his little sisters, of his own return home, and he exhorted him to courage with warm and loving words. And although he often doubted whether he was heard, he still talked; for it seemed to him that even if he did not understand him, the sick man listened with a certain pleasure to his voice,--to that unaccustomed intonation of affection and sorrow. And in this manner passed the second day, and the third, and the fourth, with vicissitudes of slight improvements and unexpected changes for the worse; and the boy was so absorbed in all his cares, that he hardly nibbled a bit of bread and cheese twice a day, when the sister brought it to him, and hardly saw what was going on around him,--the dying patients, the sudden running up of the sisters at night, the moans and despairing gestures of visitors,--all those doleful and lugubrious scenes of hospital life, which on any other occasion would have disconcerted and alarmed him. Hours, days, passed, and still he was there with his daddy; watchful, wistful, trembling at every sigh and at every look, agitated incessantly between a hope which relieved his mind and a discouragement which froze his heart.
这样过了一天，到了晚上，西西洛拿两把椅子在角落拼着当床睡了，天亮就起来看护。这天看病人的眼色好像有些省人事了，西西洛说种种安慰的话给病人听，病人在眼中似乎露出感谢的神情来。有一次，竟把嘴唇微动，好像要说什么话，暂时昏睡了去，忽又张开眼睛来寻找着护他的人。医生来看过两次，说觉得好了些了。傍晚，西西洛把茶杯拿近病人嘴边去的时候，那唇间已露出微微的笑影。西西洛自己也高兴了些，和病人说种种的话，把母亲的事情，妹妹们的事情，以及平日盼望爸爸回国的情形等都说给他听，又用了深情的言语劝慰病人。病人懂吗？不懂吗？这样疑怪的时候也有，但总继续和病人说。不管病人懂不懂西西洛的话，他似乎很喜欢听西西洛的深情的含着眼泪的声音，所以总是侧耳听着。第二日，第三日，第四日，都这样过去了。病人的病势才觉得好了一些，忽而又变坏起来，反复不定。西西洛尽了心力服侍。看护妇每日两次送面包或干酪来，他只略微吃些就算，除了病人以外，什么都如不见不闻。像患者之中突然有危笃的人了，看护妇深夜跑来，访病的亲友聚在一处痛哭之类病院中惨痛的光景，他也竟不留意。每日每时，他只一心对付着爸爸的病，无论是轻微的呻吟，或是病人的眼色略有变化，他都会心悸起来。有时觉得略有希望，可以安心，有时又觉得难免失望，如冷水浇心，使他陷入烦闷。

On the fifth day the sick man suddenly grew worse. The doctor, on being interrogated, shook his head, as much as to say that all was over, and the boy flung himself on a chair and burst out sobbing. But one thing comforted him. In spite of the fact that he was worse, the sick man seemed to be slowly regaining a little intelligence. He stared at the lad with increasing intentness, and, with an expression which grew in sweetness, would take his drink and medicine from no one but him, and made strenuous efforts with his lips with greater frequency, as though he were trying to pronounce some word; and he did it so plainly sometimes that his son grasped his arm violently, inspired by a sudden hope, and said to him in a tone which was almost that of joy, "Courage, courage, daddy; you will get well, we will go away from here, we will return home with mamma; courage, for a little while longer!"
到了第五日，病情忽然沉重起来，去问医生，医生也摇着头，表示难望有救，西西洛倒在椅下啜泣。可以使人宽心的是病人病虽转重，神志似乎清了许多。他热心地看着西西洛，露出欢悦的脸色来，不论药物饮食，别人喂他都不肯吃，除了西西洛。有时四唇也会动，似乎想说什么。见病人这样，西西洛就去扳住他的手，很快活地这样说：“爸爸！好好地，就快痊愈了！就好回到母亲那里去了！快了！好好地！”