The Great Gatsby — Page 29

「还过得去，」威尔逊勉强地回答道。「你什么时候把那辆车卖给我？」

"I can't complain," answered Wilson unconvincingly. "When are you going to sell me that car?"

「下周吧；我已经让我的人在修了。」

"Next week; I've got my man working on it now."

「修得挺慢的，不是吗？」

"Works pretty slow, don't he?"

「不，他没有，」汤姆冷冷地说。「如果你这么觉得，也许我还是把车卖到别处去算了。」

"No, he doesn't," said Tom coldly. "And if you feel that way about it, maybe I'd better sell it somewhere else after all."

「我不是那个意思，」威尔逊连忙解释道。「我只是说——」

"I don't mean that," explained Wilson quickly. "I just meant—"

他的声音渐渐消散，汤姆不耐烦地扫视着车库。这时我听见楼梯上传来脚步声，片刻之后，一个身形略显丰腴的女人挡住了从办公室门口透出的光线。

His voice faded off and Tom glanced impatiently around the garage. Then I heard footsteps on a stairs, and in a moment the thickish figure of a woman blocked out the light from the office door.

她三十五岁上下，微微发福，但她举止之间自有一种女人特有的妩媚风情。

She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her flesh sensuously as some women can.

她那张脸浮在一件深蓝色有斑点的绉缎连衣裙上方，既无美丽的轮廓，也无动人的光彩，但她身上有一种立刻便能感受到的生命力，仿佛她全身的神经都在不停地燃烧着。

Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crêpe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty, but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.

她缓缓地微笑着，径直穿过她丈夫走过去，就好像他是个鬼魂一般，与汤姆握了握手，目光直视着他的眼睛。

She smiled slowly and, walking through her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with Tom, looking him flush in the eye.

然后她舔了舔嘴唇，没有转身，用一种轻柔而粗俗的嗓音对丈夫说：

Then she wet her lips, and without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice:

「去搬几把椅子来，好不好，让人家有地方坐。」

"Get some chairs, why don't you, so somebody can sit down."

「哦，好的，」威尔逊连忙答应道，走向那间小办公室，转眼间便融入了墙壁的水泥色之中。

"Oh, sure," agreed Wilson hurriedly, and went toward the little office, mingling immediately with the cement colour of the walls.