你俩生活得幸福吗？”这是女人间才会有的问题。博尔顿太太抬起手背，将垂在脸上的发缕拨开。

"I don't know, my Lady! He sort of wouldn't give in to things: he wouldn't really go with the rest. And then he hated ducking his head for anything on earth. A sort of obstinacy, that gets itself killed. You see he didn't really care. I lay it down to the pit. He ought never to have been down pit. But his dad made him go down, as a lad; and then, when you're over twenty, it's not very easy to come out.” "Did he say he hated it?" "Oh no! Never! He never said he hated anything. He just made a funny face. He was one of those who wouldn't take care: like some of the first lads as went off so blithe to the war and got killed right away. He wasn't really wezzle-brained. But he wouldn't care. I used to say to him: 'You care for nought nor nobody!' But he did! The way he sat when my first baby was born, motionless, and the sort of fatal eyes he looked at me with, when it was over! I had a bad time, but I had to comfort HIM. 'It's all right, lad, it's all right!’ I said to him. And he gave me a look, and that funny sort of smile. He never said anything. But I don't believe he had any right pleasure with me at nights after; he'd never really let himself go. I used to say to him: Oh, let thysen go, lad! I'd talk broad to him sometimes. And he said nothing. But he wouldn't let himself go, or he couldn't. He didn't want me to have any more children. I always blamed his mother, for letting him in th'room. He'd no right t'ave been there. Men makes so much more of things than they should, once they start brooding.” "Did he mind so much?" said Connie in wonder.

“我不知道，夫人！他生性好强，不愿随波逐流。任何事都无法让他屈服。这种执拗的脾气，确实是致命的。但他却不以为然。我将他的死归结于煤矿。他根本不应该去井下做工。但他迫于父命，很小的时候就当上矿工，岁月如梭，一旦超过20岁，想再脱身就不太容易了。”“他说过自己讨厌这份工作吗？”“噢，没有！从来没说过！他从不抱怨任何事。他最多只会做做怪样。他是那种满不在乎的人，就像大战初期首批开拔到前线的士兵，鲁莽轻率，即刻殒命。他并非呆头呆脑。只是无所顾忌。我总对他说：‘你从不在乎任何人和事！’但他的确在乎！头个孩子降生时，他呆坐在那里，动也不动，等到孩子呱呱坠地，他望着我的眼神异常凄惨。尽管我遭了