A Room with a View — Page 7

贝尔托利尼养老公寓几乎是热情洋溢地认定，她们会相处得很好。

The Pension Bertolini had decided, almost enthusiastically, that they would do.

无论她们望向何处，善良的女士们都对她们微笑招呼。

Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them.

最响亮的是那位聪明女士的声音，她高声叫道：

And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying:

「普拉托！她们一定要去普拉托。那地方破败得令人心旷神怡，无以言表。我爱极了那里；我尽情地甩开体面礼教的束缚，你们也知道的。」

"Prato! They must go to Prato. That place is too sweetly squalid for words. I love it; I revel in shaking off the trammels of respectability, as you know."

那个叫乔治的年轻人瞥了一眼那位聪明的女士，随即郁郁寡欢地低头看着自己的盘子。

The young man named George glanced at the clever lady, and then returned moodily to his plate.

显然，他和他父亲并不合群。

Obviously he and his father did not do.

露西正沉浸在众人的热情之中，却还是抽出心思希望他们也能融入进来。

Lucy, in the midst of her success, found time to wish they did.

看到有人被冷落在一旁，她心里并不好受；当她起身离去时，她回过头，向那两个局外人略显局促地点头致意。

It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two outsiders a nervous little bow.

父亲没有注意到这个举动；儿子却心领神会，并非还礼点头，而是扬起眉毛，微微一笑——他那笑容仿佛是越过了什么东西，朝她而来。

The father did not see it; the son acknowledged it, not by another bow, but by raising his eyebrows and smiling; he seemed to be smiling across something.

她急忙跟上表姐，表姐已穿过门帘不见了踪影——那门帘劈面扑来，沉甸甸的，仿佛承载着比布料更厚重的东西。

She hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains—curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more than cloth.

门帘之后，那位靠不住的女房东正站在那里，向她的房客们道晚安，身旁簇拥着她的小儿子"恩里"和她的女儿"维多利亚"。

Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by 'Enery, her little boy, and Victorier, her daughter.

这一幕颇为奇特——一个伦敦东区人试图传递南方的优雅与热情。

It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South.

而更为奇特的，是那间客厅——它竭力想与布卢姆斯伯里区寄宿公寓的那种踏实舒适相媲美。

And even more curious was the drawing-room, which attempted to rival the solid comfort of a Bloomsbury boarding-house.