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彼得·潘 作者:[英]詹姆斯·巴里 翻译:杨静远
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    Chapter 2 THE SHADOW
    第二章 影子
    
    
    Mrs. Darling screamed, and, as if in answer to a bell, the door opened, and Nana entered, returned from her evening out. She growled and sprang at the boy, who leapt lightly through the window. Again Mrs. Darling screamed, this time in distress for him, for she thought he was killed, and she ran down into the street to look for his little body, but it was not there; and she looked up, and in the black night she could see nothing but what she thought was a shooting star.
    达林太太尖叫了一声。跟着就像听到了一声叫人的铃,房门打开了,娜娜冲了进来,她晚上出游刚回。她咆哮着扑向那个男孩,那孩子从窗口轻盈地跳了出去。达林太太又尖叫了一声,这次是为那孩子担忧,因为她以为他摔死了,她急忙跑到街上去找他的尸体,但街上没有他。她抬头张望,黑夜里什么也看不见,只见一点亮光划过夜空,她以为那是一颗流星。
    She returned to the nursery, and found Nana with something in her mouth, which proved to be the boy's shadow. As he leapt at the window Nana had closed it quickly, too late to catch him, but his shadow had not had time to get out; slam went the window and snapped it off.
    达林太太回到育儿室,看见娜娜嘴里衔着一样东西,原来是那孩子的影子。孩子跳出窗子的时候,娜娜没能赶上捉住他,就很快地关上窗子,可是他的影子来不及出去,窗子砰的一声关上了,把影子扯了下来。
    You may be sure Mrs. Darling examined the shadow carefully, but it was quite the ordinary kind.
    不成问题,达林太大当然是仔仔细细查看了那个影子,可那不过是个普普通通的影子罢了。
    Nana had no doubt of what was the best thing to do with this shadow. She hung it out at the window, meaning "He is sure to come back for it; let us put it where he can get it easily without disturbing the children."
    娜娜无疑知道怎样处理这个影子最好。她把它挂在窗子外面,意思是“那孩子肯定会回来取的,让我们把它放在它容易拿到可又不惊动孩子们的地方吧。”
    But unfortunately Mrs. Darling could not leave it hanging out at the window, it looked so like the washing and lowered the whole tone of the house. She thought of showing it to Mr. Darling, but he was totting up winter great-coats for John and Michael, with a wet towel around his head to keep his brain clear, and it seemed a shame to trouble him; besides, she knew exactly what he would say: "It all comes of having a dog for a nurse."
    不幸的是,达林太太不能让影子挂在窗外,因为那看起来很像晾着一件湿衣棠,降低了这所宅子的格调。她想把影子拿给达林先生看,可是达林先生正在计算给约翰和迈克尔购置冬大衣共需要多少钱;为保持头脑清醒,他把一条湿毛巾搭在头上。这时候去打搅他,怪不好意思。而且,她准知道他要说:“这都怪用狗当保姆。”
    She decided to roll the shadow up and put it away carefully in a drawer, until a fitting opportunity came for telling her husband. Ah me!
    达林太大决定把影子卷成一卷,小心地收藏在抽屉里,等有适当的机会再告诉她丈夫。哎呀呀!
    The opportunity came a week later, on that never-to-be- forgotten Friday. Of course it was a Friday.
    一个星期后,机会果然来了。那是在一个永远不能忘记的星期五,当然是一个星期五。
    "I ought to have been specially careful on a Friday," she used to say afterwards to her husband, while perhaps Nana was on the other side of her, holding her hand.
    “遇到星期五,我应该格外小心才对。”她老是对丈夫说这些事后诸葛亮的话。这时候娜娜也许就在她身边,握着她的手。
    "No, no," Mr. Darling always said, "I am responsible for it all. I, George Darling, did it. MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA." He had had a classical education.
    “不,不。”达林先生总是说,“我应该负全部责任。这都是我乔治·达林干的。Mea culpa,mea culpa(吾之过也,吾之过也)。”他受过古典文学的教育。
    They sat thus night after night recalling that fatal Friday, till every detail of it was stamped on their brains and came through on the other side like the faces on a bad coinage.
    就这样,他们一夜夜坐着,回忆着那个不祥的星期五,直到所有的细节都印进他们的脑子,从另一面透过来,就像劣质的钱币一样。
    "If only I had not accepted that invitation to dine at 27," Mrs. Darling said.
    “要是那天我不去赴二十七号的晚会就好了。”达林太太说。
    "If only I had not poured my medicine into Nana's bowl," said Mr. Darling.
    “要是那天我没把我的药倒在娜娜的碗里就好了。”达林先生说。
    "If only I had pretended to like the medicine," was what Nana's wet eyes said.
    “要是那天我假装爱喝那药水就好了。”娜娜的泪眼这样表示。
    "My liking for parties, George."
    “都怪我太爱参加晚会了,乔治。”
    "My fatal gift of humour, dearest."
    “都怪我天生来那倒霉的幽默感,最亲爱的。”
    "My touchiness about trifles, dear master and mistress."
    “都怪我太爱计较小事了,亲爱的主人主妇。”
    Then one or more of them would break down altogether; Nana at the thought, "It's true, it's true, they ought not to have had a dog for a nurse." Many a time it was Mr. Darling who put the handkerchief to Nana's eyes.
    于是他们当中的一个或几个就放声痛哭起来。娜娜心想:“是啊,是啊,他们不该用一只狗当保姆。”好几次都是达林先生用手帕给娜娜擦眼泪。
    "That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names.
    “那个鬼东西!”达林先生叫道。娜娜吠着响应他,不过达林太太从来没有责怪过彼得。她的右嘴角上有那么点什么不让她骂彼得。
    They would sit there in the empty nursery, recalling fondly every smallest detail of that dreadful evening. It had begun so uneventfully, so precisely like a hundred other evenings, with Nana putting on the water for Michael's bath and carrying him to it on her back.
    就这样,他们坐在那间空荡荡的育儿室里,痴痴地回想着那可怕的一夜里发生的每一件小事。那天晚上一开头,就像别的晚上一样,本来是平静无事的,娜娜倒好了迈克尔的洗澡水,然后驮着他过去。
    "I won't go to bed," he had shouted, like one who still believed that he had the last word on the subject, "I won't, I won't. Nana, it isn't six o'clock yet. Oh dear, oh dear, I shan't love you any more, Nana. I tell you I won't be bathed, I won't, I won't!"
    “我不睡觉,”迈克尔喊,他还以为只有他说了算,“我不嘛,我不嘛。娜娜,还不到六点呐。噢,噢,我再也不爱你了,娜娜。我告诉你我不要洗澡,我不洗嘛,我不洗嘛!”
    Then Mrs. Darling had come in, wearing her white evening-gown. She had dressed early because Wendy so loved to see her in her evening-gown, with the necklace George had given her. She was wearing Wendy's bracelet on her arm; she had asked for the loan of it. Wendy loved to lend her bracelet to her mother.
    达林太太走了进来,穿着她的白色夜礼服。她早早地就穿戴打扮起来了,因为温迪喜欢看她穿上她的晚礼服,脖子上戴着乔治送给她的项链,胳臂上戴着温迪的手镯;那是她向温迪借的。温迪特喜欢把她的手镯借给妈妈戴。
    She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy's birth, and John was saying:
    达林太太看见两个大孩子正在玩游戏,假扮作她自己和爸爸在温迪出世那天的情景。约翰正在说:
    "I am happy to inform you, Mrs. Darling, that you are now a mother," in just such a tone as Mr. Darling himself may have used on the real occasion.
    “我很高兴地告诉你,达林太太,你现在是个母亲了。”那声调就跟达林先生真的那么说过似的。
    Wendy had danced with joy, just as the real Mrs. Darling must have done.
    温迪欢喜地跳起舞来,就像达林太太真会那么跳过似的。
    Then John was born, with the extra pomp that he conceived due to the birth of a male, and Michael came from his bath to ask to be born also, but John said brutally that they did not want any more.
    随后约翰又出世了,他的神气格外得意洋洋,他认为这是因为生了个男孩。后来,迈克尔洗完澡进来也要求生下他,可是约翰粗暴地说,他们不想再生了。
    Michael had nearly cried. "Nobody wants me," he said, and of course the lady in the evening-dress could not stand that.
    迈克尔差点儿哭出来。“没有人要我,”他说;这么一来,穿晚礼服的那位太太坐不住了。
    "I do," she said, "I so want a third child."
    “我要,”她说,“我可想要第三个孩子啦。”
    "Boy or girl?" asked Michael, not too hopefully.
    “男孩还是女孩?”迈克尔问,他不放心。
    "Boy."
    “男孩。”
    Then he had leapt into her arms. Such a little thing for Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana to recall now, but not so little if that was to be Michael's last night in the nursery.
    于是,他跳进母亲的怀里。现在达林先生、太太和娜娜回想起来,这不过是一件小事;但如果想到这事发生在迈克尔在育儿室的最后一夜,那就不是小事了。
    They go on with their recollections.
    他们继续回忆。
    "It was then that I rushed in like a tornado, wasn't it?" Mr. Darling would say, scorning himself; and indeed he had been like a tornado.
    “就在那时候,我像一阵旋风似的冲了进来,是不是?”达林先生嘲笑自己说,他确实是像一阵旋风。
    Perhaps there was some excuse for him. He, too, had been dressing for the party, and all had gone well with him until he came to his tie. It is an astounding thing to have to tell, but this man, though he knew about stocks and shares, had no real mastery of his tie. Sometimes the thing yielded to him without a contest, but there were occasions when it would have been better for the house if he had swallowed his pride and used a made-up tie.
    也许他是情有可原的。他也正在为赴宴穿戴起来,全都顺顺当当的,等到打领结的时候,麻烦事就来了。说也奇怪,这个人虽然懂得股票和红利,却对付不了他的领结。有的时候这玩意儿倒也伏伏帖帖听他摆布;可是碰到有些场合,如果他能咽下他的傲气,戴上一个现成的领结,那全家就会太平无事了。
    This was such an occasion. He came rushing into the nursery with the crumpled little brute of a tie in his hand.
    这回,就正好碰上这么个场合。达林先生冲进育儿室,手里捏着个揉成一团的混账小领结。
    "Why, what is the matter, father dear?"
    “怎么啦,什么事,亲爱的孩子爸?”
    "Matter!" he yelled; he really yelled. "This tie, it will not tie." He became dangerously sarcastic. "Not round my neck! Round the bed-post! Oh yes, twenty times have I made it up round the bed-post, but round my neck, no! Oh dear no! begs to be excused!"
    “什么事!”他狂吼,他确实是在狂吼。“这个领结,它不肯系上。”他尖刻地说起挖苦话来,“在我的脖子上就不行!在床柱上就行!可不是吗,我在床柱上系了二十次都行,可是一到我脖子上就不行!好家伙,硬是不行!求我饶了它!”
    He thought Mrs. Darling was not sufficiently impressed, and he went on sternly, "I warn you of this, mother, that unless this tie is round my neck we don't go out to dinner to-night, and if I don't go out to dinner to-night, I never go to the office again, and if I don't go to the office again, you and I starve, and our children will be flung into the streets."
    他觉得达林太太对他的话不够在意,就严厉地接着说:“我警告你,孩子的妈,要是这只领结系不上我的脖子,我今晚就不去赴宴;要是我今晚不去赴宴,我就再也不去上班;要是我再也不去上班,你我就会饿死,我们的孩子就都要流落街头。”
    Even then Mrs. Darling was placid. "Let me try, dear," she said, and indeed that was what he had come to ask her to do, and with her nice cool hands she tied his tie for him, while the children stood around to see their fate decided. Some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily, but Mr. Darling had far too fine a nature for that; he thanked her carelessly, at once forgot his rage, and in another moment was dancing round the room with Michael on his back.
    达林太太还是一点也不慌张,“我来试试看,亲爱的。”她说。说实在的,达林先生正是要她来系。达林太太用她那双灵巧的凉手给他系上了领结。这时候,孩子们都站在旁边,静候着决定他们的命运。她这么不费吹灰之力就打好了领结,有些男人也许会老大不高兴;可是达林先生是个宽宏大量的人,对这并不在意。他随随便便道了声谢,马上就怒气全消;一眨眼,就背着迈克尔在房里舞了起来。
    "How wildly we romped!" says Mrs. Darling now, recalling it.
    达林太太现在回想起来说:“我们逗趣闹得多起劲啊!”
    "Our last romp!" Mr. Darling groaned.
    “那是我们最后一次逗趣!”达林先生叹息着说。
    "O George, do you remember Michael suddenly said to me, `How did you get to know me, mother?'"
    “啊,乔治!你记不记得迈克尔忽然对我说:‘你是怎么认识我的,妈妈?’”
    "I remember!"
    “我记得的。”
    "They were rather sweet, don't you think, George?"
    “他们是挺可爱的,是不是,乔治?”
    "And they were ours, ours! and now they are gone."
    “他们是我们的,我们的,可现在他们都走了。”
    The romp had ended with the appearance of Nana, and most unluckily Mr. Darling collided against her, covering his trousers with hairs. They were not only new trousers, but they were the first he had ever had with braid on them, and he had had to bite his lip to prevent the tears coming. Of course Mrs. Darling brushed him, but he began to talk again about its being a mistake to have a dog for a nurse.
    娜娜进来了,逗趣方才停止。很不幸,达林先生撞在了娜娜身上,他的裤子上粘满了狗毛。这是条新裤子,而且是达林先生第一次穿上的背带裤,所以他不得不咬着嘴唇,免得眼泪掉下来。当然,达林太太给他刷掉了毛,不过,他又念叨起用一只狗当保姆是个错误。
    "George, Nana is a treasure."
    “乔治,娜娜可是个宝啊。”
    "No doubt, but I have an uneasy feeling at times that she looks upon the children as puppies.
    “那当然,不过我有时心里不安,觉得她把孩子们当小狗看待。”
    "Oh no, dear one, I feel sure she knows they have souls."
    “啊不,亲爱的,我敢肯定她知道他们是有灵魂的。”
    "I wonder," Mr. Darling said thoughtfully, "I wonder." It was an opportunity, his wife felt, for telling him about the boy. At first he pooh-poohed the story, but he became thoughtful when she showed him the shadow.
    “很难说,”达林先生沉思地说,“我怀疑。”他的妻子觉得这是一个机会,可以把那孩子的事告诉他。起初他对这个故事一笑置之,后来达林太大拿出影子给他看,他就沉思起来了。
    "It is nobody I know," he said, examining it carefully, "but it does look a scoundrel."
    “这不是我认识的人,”他说,仔细端详那个影子,“不过他看起来的确像个坏人。”
    "We were still discussing it, you remember," says Mr. Darling, "when Nana came in with Michael's medicine. You will never carry the bottle in your mouth again, Nana, and it is all my fault."
    “你记得吗,我们正讨论的时候,娜娜带着迈克尔的药进来了。”达林先生回忆说,“你以后再也不要把药瓶衔在嘴里了,娜娜。这全是我的错呀。”
    Strong man though he was, there is no doubt that he had behaved rather foolishly over the medicine. If he had a weakness, it was for thinking that all his life he had taken medicine boldly, and so now, when Michael dodged the spoon in Nana's mouth, he had said reprovingly, "Be a man, Michael."
    虽然他是个坚强的人,可是在吃药这点上,他无疑是有点憷头的。要说他有什么弱点的话,那就是,他自以为他一生吃药从来都很勇敢。所以,这一回,当迈克尔把头躲开娜娜嘴里衔着的药匙时,他责备他说:“要像个男子汉,迈克尔。”
    "Won't; won't!" Michael cried naughtily. Mrs. Darling left the room to get a chocolate for him, and Mr. Darling thought this showed want of firmness.
    “我不嘛,不嘛。”迈克尔淘气地喊。达林太太走出房间去给拿了一块巧克力,达林先生认为,这是不坚定的表现。
    "Mother, don't pamper him," he called after her. "Michael, when I was your age I took medicine without a murmur. I said, `Thank you, kind parents, for giving me bottles to make we well.'"
    “孩子的妈,不要娇惯他,”他冲着达林太太的背喊,“迈克尔,我在你那么大的时候,吃药一声也不哼,我只是说:‘谢谢你们,慈爱的父母亲,谢谢你们给我药吃,让我的病快点好。’”
    He really thought this was true, and Wendy, who was now in her night-town, believed it also, and she said, to encourage Michael, "That medicine you sometimes take, father, is much nastier, isn't it?"
    他真个相信他说的是真话。温迪现在已经穿上了睡衣,她也相信这是真话,为了鼓励迈克尔,她说:“爸爸,你经常吃的那种药,比这还要难吃,是吧?”
    "Ever so much nastier," Mr. Darling said bravely, "and I would take it now as an example to you, Michael, if I hadn't lost the bottle."
    “难吃得多,”达林先生一本正经地说,“要是我没有把药瓶子弄丢了,迈克尔,我现在就做个样子给你看。”
    He had not exactly lost it; he had climbed in the dead of night to the top of the wardrobe and hidden it there. What he did not know was that the faithful Liza had found it, and put it back on his wash-stand.
    其实,药瓶子并没有丢,是达林先生在深夜里爬到柜顶上把它藏在那儿了。可他没想到,忠实的女仆莉莎找到了那只药瓶子,又把它放回梳洗台上。
    "I know where it is, father," Wendy cried, always glad to be of service. "I'll bring it," and she was off before he could stop her. Immediately his spirits sank in the strangest way.
    “我知道药瓶在哪儿,爸爸,”温迪喊道。她总是乐意效劳,“我去拿来。”达林先生还没来得及阻止她,她就跑了出去。达林先生一下子就莫名其妙地泄了气。
    "John," he said, shuddering, "it's most beastly stuff. It's that nasty, sticky, sweet kind."
    “约翰,”达林先生说,打了个寒颤,“那东西难吃得要命。是那种又粘又甜的腻味死人的东西。”
    "It will soon be over, father," John said cheerily, and then in rushed Wendy with the medicine in a glass.
    “吃下去一会儿就没事了,爸爸。”约翰给他鼓气说。这时,温迪跑了进来,手里拿着一玻璃杯药水。
    "I have been as quick as I could," she panted.
    “我尽快地跑着来了。”她喘着气说。
    "You have been wonderfully quick," her father retorted, with a vindictive politeness that was quite thrown away upon her. "MIchael first," he said doggedly.
    “你真是快得出奇,”她爸爸带点报复意味地、彬彬有礼地讥刺说,“迈克尔先吃。”他固执地说。
    "Father first," said Michael, who was of a suspicious nature.
    “爸爸先吃。”迈克尔说,他生性多疑。
    "I shall be sick, you know," Mr. Darling said threateningly.
    “我要作呕的,你知道吗。”达林先生吓唬他说。
    "Come on, father," said John.
    “吃吧,爸爸。”约翰说。
    "Hold your tongue, John," his father rapped out.
    “你别说话,约翰。”他爸爸厉声说。
    Wendy was quite puzzled. "I thought you took it quite easily, father."
    温迪给闹糊涂了:“我以为你很容易就吃下去了,爸爸。”
    "That is not the point," he retorted. "The point is, that there is more in my glass that in Michael's spoon." His proud heart was nearly bursting. "And it isn't fair: I would say it though it were with my last breath; it isn't fair."
    “问题不在这儿,”达林先生反驳说,“问题是,我杯子里的药比迈克尔匙子里的药多。”他那颗高傲的心几乎要迸裂了。“这不公平。就是我只剩最后一口气,我也要说,这不公平。”
    "Father, I am waiting," said Michael coldly.
    “爸爸,我等着哩。”迈克尔冷冷地说。
    "It's all very well to say you are waiting; so am I waiting."
    “你说得倒好。你等着,我也等着哩。”
    "Father's a cowardly custard."
    “爸爸是个没骨头的胆小鬼。”
    "So are you a cowardly custard."
    “那你也是个没骨头的胆小鬼。”
    "I'm not frightened."
    “我才不怕。”
    "Neither am I frightened."
    “我也不怕。”
    "Well, then, take it."
    “那好吧,吃下去。”
    "Well, then, you take it."
    “那好吧,你吃下去。”
    Wendy had a splendid idea. "Why not both take it at the same time?"
    温迪想到一条绝妙的计策:“干吗不两个同时吃呢?”
    "Certainly," said Mr. Darling. "Are you ready, Michael?"
    “当然可以,”达林先生说,“你谁备好了吗,迈克尔?”
    Wendy gave the words, one, two, three, and Michael took his medicine, but Mr. Darling slipped his behind his back.
    温迪数着,一,二,三,迈克尔吃下了他的药,可是达林先生却把他的药藏到背后了。
    There was a yell of rage from Michael, and "O father!" Wendy exclaimed.
    迈克尔发出了一声怒吼。“噢,爸爸!”温迪惊叫。
    "What do you mean by `O father'?" Mr. Darling demanded. "Stop that row, Michael. I meant to take mine, but I -- I missed it."
    “‘噢,爸爸’这是什么意思?”达林先生质问,“别嚷嚷,迈克尔。我本来是要吃的,可是我——我没吃成。”
    It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him. "Look here, all of you," he said entreatingly, as soon as Nana had gone into the bathroom. "I have just thought of a splendid joke. I shall pour my medicine into Nana's bowl, and she will drink it, thinking it is milk!"
    三个孩子望着达林先生的那种眼神,真是怪可怕的,就像他们不佩服他似的。“你们都来瞧,”娜娜刚走到浴室里去,达林先生就说,“我刚想到一个绝妙的玩笑,我要把我的药倒进娜娜的盆里,她会把它喝下去,以为那是牛奶!”
    It was the colour of milk; but the children did not have their father's sense of humour, and they looked at him reproachfully as he poured the medicine into Nana's bowl. "What fun!" he said doubtfully, and they did not dare expose him when Mrs. Darling and Nana returned.
    颜色倒是像牛奶;不过孩子们没有爸爸的那种幽默感,他们用责怪的眼光看着他把药倒进娜娜的盆里。“多好玩啊。”达林先生信心不足地说。达林太太和娜娜回到房里以后,孩子们也不敢告诉她们。
    "Nana, good dog," he said, patting her, "I have put a little milk into your bowl, Nana."
    “娜娜,好狗,”达林先生拍拍她的脑袋说,“我在你的盆子里倒了一点牛奶,娜娜。”
    Nana wagged her tail, ran to the medicine, and began lapping it. Then she gave Mr. Darling such a look, not an angry look: she showed him the great red tear that makes us so sorry for noble dogs, and crept into her kennel.
    娜娜摇着尾巴,跑过去,把药舐了。接着,她用那样的眼光望了达林先生一眼,那眼神不是愤怒,而是让他看到一滴又大又红的眼泪。我们看到忠厚的狗流这样的眼泪,总是为她难过。她爬进了狗舍。
    Mr. Darling was frightfully ashamed of himself, but he would not give in. In a horrid silence Mrs. Darling smelt the bowl. "O George," she said, "it's your medicine!"
    达林先生心里好不羞愧,可是他偏不肯让步。在可怕的沉寂中,达林太太闻了闻那只盆。“噢,乔治,”她说,“这是你的药啊!”
    "It was only a joke," he roared, while she comforted her boys, and Wendy hugged Nana. "Much good," he said bitterly, "my wearing myself to the bone trying to be funny in this house."
    “这不过是一个玩笑。”达林先生大声嚷着。达林太太抚慰两个男孩,温迪过去搂着娜娜。“好得很,”达林先生恨恨地说,“我累死累活,为的是让全家开开心。”
    And still Wendy hugged Nana. "That's right," he shouted. "Coddle her! Nobody coddles me. Oh dear no! I am only the breadwinner, why should I be coddled--why, why, why!"
    温迪还在搂着娜娜。“对啦,”达林先生大声喊,“宠着她吧!可没有人宠我。没有啊!我不过是给你们挣饭吃的,为什么要宠我呢!为什么,为什么,为什么!”
    "George," Mrs. Darling entreated him, "not so loud; the servants will hear you." Somehow that had got into the way of calling Liza the servants.
    “乔治,”达林太太恳求他,“别那么大声,佣人们会听到的。”不知怎的,他们养成了一个习惯,管莉莎叫佣人们。
    "Let them!" he answered recklessly. "Bring in the whole world. But I refuse to allow that dog to lord it in my nursery for an hour longer."
    “让他们听见好啦,”达林先生不管不顾地回答说,“让全世界的人都来听吧。我可再也不能容忍那只狗在我的育儿室里主宰一切,一刻也不能。”
    The children wept, and Nana ran to him beseechingly, but he waved her back. He felt he was a strong man again. "In vain, in vain," he cried; "the proper place for you is the yard, and there you go to be tied up this instant."
    孩子们哭了,娜娜跑到达林面前求情,可是他挥手叫她走开。他又觉得自己是个坚强的男子汉了。“没有用,没有用,”他喊道,“你的适当位置是在院子里,到院子里去,马上就把你拴起来。”
    "George, George," Mrs. Darling whispered, "remember what I told you about that boy."
    “乔治,乔治,”达林太太悄声说,“别忘了我告诉你的那个男孩的事。”
    Alas, he would not listen. He was determined to show who was master in that house, and when commands would not draw Nana from the kennel, he lured her out of it with honeyed words, and seizing her roughly, dragged her from the nursery. He was ashamed of himself, and yet he did it. It was all owing to his too affectionate nature, which craved for admiration. When he had tied her up in the back-yard, the wretched father went and sat in the passage, with his knuckles to his eyes.
    唉,达林先生不听啊。他决心要看看谁是家里的主人。命令不能把娜娜唤出狗舍,他就用甜言蜜语引诱她出来,然后粗暴地抓住她,硬把她拖出育儿室。他觉得挺惭愧,可他还是那么做了。这都是因为他生性太重感情,渴望得到孩子们的敬慕。他把娜娜拴在后院里之后,这位倒霉的父亲就走到过道里,在那儿坐下,用双手掩住眼睛。
    In the meantime Mrs. Darling had put the children to bed in unwonted silence and lit their night-lights. They could hear Nana barking, and John whimpered, "It is because he is chaining her up in the yard," but Wendy was wiser.
    同时,达林太太在不寻常的寂静中打发孩子们上了床,点燃了夜灯。他们听得见娜娜的吠声,约翰呜咽着说:“这都是因为他把她拴在院子里了。”可是温迪知道得更多。
    "That is not Nana's unhappy bark," she said, little guessing what was about to happen; "that is her bark when she smells danger."
    “这不是娜娜不高兴时的吠声,”她说,没猜到将要发生什么事,“这是她闻到危险时的吠声。”
    Danger!
    危险!
    "Are you sure, Wendy?"
    “你能肯定吗,温迪?”
    "Oh, yes."
    “哦,当然。”
    Mrs. Darling quivered and went to the window. It was securely fastened. She looked out, and the night was peppered with stars. They were crowding round the house, as if curious to see what was to take place there, but she did not notice this, nor that one or two of the smaller ones winked at her. Yet a nameless fear clutched at her heart and made her cry, "Oh, how I wish that I wasn't going to a party to-night!"
    达林太太发抖了,她走到窗前。窗子扣得严严实实的。她往外看,夜空里洒满了星星。星星都密密麻麻凑拢在这所房子周围,像是好奇地想看看那里将要发生什么事。可是她没有注意到这一点,也没有注意到有一两颗小星星正在冲着她挤眼睛。“噢,我多希望今晚我不去参加晚会呀!”
    Even Michael, already half asleep, knew that she was perturbed, and he asked, "Can anything harm us, mother, after the night- lights are lit?"
    迈克尔已经半睡了,就连他也知道妈妈放心不下,他问:“妈妈,点着了夜灯,还有什么东西能伤害我们吗?”
    "Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children."
    “没有,宝贝,”达林先生说,“夜灯是妈妈留下来保卫孩子们的眼睛。”
    She went from bed to bed singing enchantments over them, and little Michael flung his arms round her. "Mother," he cried, "I'm glad of you." They were the last words she was to hear from him for a long time.
    达林太太走到一张张床前,给他们唱着迷人的歌儿,小迈克尔伸开胳臂接着她的脖子。“妈妈,”他叫道,“我喜欢你。”这是她很久以来听到他说的最后一句话。
    No. 27 was only a few yards distant, but there had been a slight fall of snow, and Father and Mother Darling picked their way over it deftly not to soil their shoes. They were already the only persons in the street, and all the stars were watching them. Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder. They are not really friendly to Peter, who had a mischievous way of stealing up behind them and trying to blow them out; but they are so fond of fun that they were on his side to-night, and anxious to get the grown-ups out of they way. So as soon as the door of 27 closed on Mr. and Mrs. Darling there was a commotion in the firmament, and the smallest of all the stars in the Milky Way screamed out:
    二十七号距离他们家只有几码远,不过下过一点小雪,所以达林先生太太得灵敏地挑着路走,免得弄脏了鞋。他们已经是街上仅有的人了,满天的星星都窥望着他们。星星是美的,可是他们什么事情都不能积极参与,他们永远只能冷眼旁观。这是对他们的一种惩罚,因为他们很久以前做过错事。什么错事?由于时间太久了,现在已经没一个星星能知道了。所以上了年纪的星星已经变得目光呆滞,而且很少说话(眨巴眼睛就是星星的语言),可是小星星们还在纳闷着。他们对彼得并不是真正友好,因为他常爱恶作剧,喜欢溜到他们背后,想吹灭他们。不过,他们太喜欢玩笑,所以今晚都站在他一边,巴不得把大人支开。所以在达林先生太太走进二十七号以后,门刚刚关上,天空里就立刻起了一阵骚动,银河里所有的星星中最小的一颗星高声喊了起来:
    "Now, Peter!"
    “来吧,彼得!”
    
    

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