样？咱们干脆一不做二不休。”他那样偏执地渴望着她，让她感到迷惑不解，因为两人间此前几乎没有任何交集，他从来没有正经地跟她交谈过，而且她对那土腔土调又莫名地厌恶。他那句“来俺家”似乎并不是在对她说，而是跟某个粗俗的婆娘在交谈。她发现马道上的毛地黄叶，对两人此刻所处的位置，已大概有数。

"It's quarter past seven," he said, "you'll do it.” He had changed his voice, seemed to feel her distance. As they turned the last bend in the riding towards the hazel wall and the gate, he blew out the light. "We'll see from here," be said, taking her gently by the arm.

“现在是七点一刻，”他说，“你赶得及回家吃晚餐。”似乎觉察到她疏离的态度，他收起土语。他俩走过马道最末的拐弯处，前面就是低矮的榛丛以及花园的大门，他将灯吹熄。“在这儿会被人发现的。”他解释道，轻轻挽起她的胳膊。

But it was difficult, the earth under their feet was a mystery, but he felt his way by tread: he was used to it. At the gate he gave her his electric torch. "It's a bit lighter in the park," he said; "but take it for fear you get off th' path.” It was true, there seemed a ghost-glimmer of greyness in the open space of the park. He suddenly drew her to him and whipped his hand under her dress again, feeling her warm body