“You did what?”He was outraged.

“你到底做了什么呀？”他怒气冲冲的。

“I wanted you to find me.”

“我想让你找我。”

“I was terrified—I thought—”

“我当时很害怕——我还以为——”

“I’m sorry.” She stood up. “I suppose I wanted to frighten you.”

“对不起，”她站起来。“我想我原来只想吓唬吓唬你。”

“Why ?” he barked at her.

“为什么？”他大声问道。

She looked away again. “I didn’t think you wanted me any more.”

她又一次转移了目光。“我还以为你不会再要我了呢。”

“Wanted you?”

“要你？”

“You haven’t spoken to me. You seemed so cold. Indifferent somehow.”

“你没有对我说过，你似乎很冷淡，在某种程度上无动于衷。”

“But it’s you who were indifferent. ”

“可无动于衷的是你。”

She looked genuinely amazed.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

她看上去真的很吃惊。“我真不知道你在说什么。”

“I thought you wanted Tom. Didn’t want to be with me.”His voice broke.

“我还以为你想要汤姆，不想和我在一块哩。”他的声音沙哑。

“I thought you found him—more fun.”

“我还以为你找他——开心去了呢。”

“Him? Oh, he’s a baby. I was lonely, I suppose. You seemed so fed up with me. I didn’t realized it would —oh , Alan.” She got up and drew him to her , kissing him so hard on the lips.“You are such a bloody fool.” I love you—don’t you know?

“他？噢，他还是一个小毛孩子。我很孤独，我想，你好像很烦我，我没有意识到那么——噢，阿兰。”她站起来，将他拉向自己，深深地吻起了他的嘴唇。“你真是个大傻瓜。我爱你——难道你不知道吗？”

“Why did you come here?”he asked.

“你怎么来到这了?”他问道。

“I was wandering about. I couldn’t sleep. Look—”She knelt down and stared at the Latin inscription on the two solitary graves.“Who are they?”she asked.

“我是随便走走。我睡不着。瞧——”她跪下来，盯着前面的两座孤坟的拉丁碑文问道：“他们是什么人？”

“I don’t know. I’ve often wondered. Dom Carols Fuenta —he’s definitely a monk. But the odd thing is that he’s buried alongside a woman.” He paused and then went on.“Maria Degardes. He was buried in 1892. She was in 1894.”

“我不知道。我也总是想知道。多姆·卡罗斯·福恩塔——他肯定是一个和尚，但奇怪的是，他和一个女人葬在一起。”他暂停了一下，然后接着说道：“玛丽姬·德加斯。他葬于1892年，而她葬于1894年。”

“Were they lovers?”

“他们是情人吗？”

“I used to make up stories that they were.”

“我过去经常想给他们编编故事。”

“I was just thinking. A silly thought. I expect you’ll laugh.”

“我刚才在想。是一个愚蠢的想法，我想你会笑我的。”

“Try me.”

“说说看。”

“Suppose we lived here for the rest of our lives and when we died we were buried here. But in one grave. Together.”

“假如我们今后生活在这里，我们死后就埋在这里，但要在一块。合葬。”

Alan took Alice’s face in his hands and kissed her on the lips.

阿兰双手捧起爱丽丝的脸，在她的嘴唇上亲吻起来。