nows.” "They soon will, though," he replied. "An' what then?” She was at a loss for an answer.

“为什么？”她不解地望着他，“我说过我会来。没人知道。”“可他们早晚会知道的，”他说，“那时怎么办才好？”她无言以对。

"Why should they know?" she said.

“为什么他们会知道？”她问。

"Folks always does," he said fatally.

“纸里包不住火。”他的答案直截了当。

Her lip quivered a little.

她的嘴唇微微颤抖起来。

"Well I can't help it," she faltered.

“可我也没有办法。”她支吾着。

"Nay," he said. "You can help it by not comin' —if yer want to," he added, in a lower tone.

“不。”他说。“恁有办法，不来这里会让一切平息——如果恁想这样做的话。”他低声补了一句。

"But I don't want to," she murmured.

“可我不想那么做。”她咕哝着。

He looked away into the wood, and was silent.

他转投向树林张望，沉默不语。

"But what when folks finds out?" he asked at last. "Think about it! Think how lowered you'll feel, one of your husband's servants.” She looked up at his averted face.

“可一旦被人发觉，到时候该怎么办？”末了，他问道。“试想一下！恁会感觉无地自容的，居然跟自己丈夫的仆人私通。”她抬头看着他侧转的脸。

"Is it," she stammered, "is it that you don't want me?” "Think!" he said. "Thin