It seems to me that when vanity comes into love it can only be because really you love yourself best. 我觉得，在爱情的事上如果考虑起自尊心来，那只能有一个原因：实际上你还是最爱自己。

After all, it constantly happens that a man when he's married falls in love with somebody else; 不管怎么说，一个结了婚的男人又爱上别人并不是什么希罕事，

when he gets over it he returns to his wife, and she takes him back, and everyone thinks it very natural.  常常等他的热劲过去了，便又回到他妻子的身边，而她也就同他和好如初了。这种事谁都认为是很自然的。

Why should it be different with women? 如果男人是这样，为什么女人就该是例外呢？”

I dare say that's logical, I smiled, "but most men are made differently, and they can't." “我承认你说的很合乎逻辑，”我笑了笑，“但是大多数男人都不是这种心理，要他们这样对待这件事是办不到的。”

But while I talked to Stroeve I was puzzling over the suddenness of the whole affair. I could not imagine that he had had no warning. 在我同施特略夫这样谈话时，我心里一直在想，这件事来得过于突然，叫我迷惑不解。不可能想象，事前他会一直蒙在鼓里。

I remembered the curious look I had seen in Blanche Stroeve's eyes; 我记起了我曾看到的勃朗什·施特略夫的奇怪眼神，

perhaps its explanation was that she was growing dimly conscious of a feeling in her heart that surprised and alarmed her. 可能她已经模糊地意识到自己的感情，自己也被震骇住了。

Did you have no suspicion before to-day that there was anything between them? I asked. “在今天以前难道你一点也没有猜疑过他们两人之间有什么事吗？”我问他道。

He did not answer for a while. There was a pencil on the table, and unconsciously he drew a head on the blotting-paper. 他并没有马上回答我的问题。桌子上有一支铅笔，他拿起来在吸墨纸上信手画了一个头像。

Please say so, if you hate my asking you questions, I said. “要是你不喜欢我问你这个问题，你就直说吧，”我说。

It eases me to talk. Oh, if you knew the frightful anguish in my heart. He threw the pencil down. “我把话说出来心里反而痛快一些。咳，要是你知道我心里有多么痛苦就好了，”他把手里的铅笔往桌上一扔。

"Yes, I've known it for a fortnight. I knew it before she did." “是的，我从两个星期以前就知道了。在她自己还不明白是怎么回事以前我就知道了。”

Why on earth didn't you send Strickland packing? “那你为什么不把思特里克兰德打发走呢？”

I couldn't believe it. It seemed so improbable. 我不相信，我认为这是不可能的。