The Count of Monte Cristo — Page 2

观众中弥漫着一种隐约的不安，其中一人深受影响，竟不等船只入港，便跳上一艘小舢板，要人划到法老号旁边，待船驶入拉雷瑟夫船坞时，他终于追上了它。

The vague disquietude which prevailed among the spectators had so much affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vessel in harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the _Pharaon_, which he reached as she rounded into La Réserve basin.

船上那位年轻人见此人靠近，便离开了领航员身旁，手持帽子，俯身倚在船舷上。

When the young man on board saw this person approach, he left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship's bulwarks.

他是个英俊高挑、身形修长的年轻人，年约十八九岁，眼睛乌黑，头发如乌鸦羽毛般漆黑；他的整体气质透露出一种沉着与果敢，那是从小便与危险为伴之人所特有的神情。

He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.

「啊，是你吗，唐泰斯？」小舢板上的人喊道，「怎么了？你们船上为何一副愁云惨雾的样子？」

"Ah, is it you, Dantès?" cried the man in the skiff. "What's the matter? and why have you such an air of sadness aboard?"

「莫雷尔先生，出了大事，」年轻人答道，「对我来说尤其是大事！我们在奇维塔韦基亚附近失去了我们勇敢的勒克莱尔船长。」

"A great misfortune, M. Morrel," replied the young man, "a great misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere."

「货物呢？」船主急切地问道。

"And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly.

「货物一切完好，莫雷尔先生；我想您在这方面会感到满意的。但是可怜的勒克莱尔船长——」

"Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head. But poor Captain Leclere——"

「他出了什么事？」船主以相当平静的神态问道，「那位可敬的船长出了什么事？」

"What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of considerable resignation. "What happened to the worthy captain?"

「他去世了。」

"He died."

「落海了？」

"Fell into the sea?"

「不，先生，他在极度痛苦中死于脑热病。」

"No, sir, he died of brain-fever in dreadful agony.