茵梦湖:十六By The Roadside The Child Stood1

By The Roadside The Child Stood

圣诞节到了。——还在下午，莱因哈德和几位大学生一起，坐在市政厅地窖酒店一张古老的橡木桌旁。墙上的灯点着了，地窖中已变得光线昏暗。但是客人们都不大花钱，几名侍者只好倚靠墙柱闲立着。

The time is Christmas Eve. Before the close of the afternoon Reinhard and some other students were sitting together at an old oak table in the Ratskeller. (Footnote: The basement of the Rathaus or Town Hall. This, in almost every German town of importance, has become a restaurant and place of refreshment.) The lamps on the wall were lighted, for down here in the basement it was already growing dark; but there was only a thin sprinkling of customers present, and the waiters were leaning idly up against the pillars let into the walls.

在屋角里，坐着一个拉提琴的老人和一个弹八弦琴的模样俊俏的吉卜女郎；他们也把乐器抱在怀中，没精打采地望着前方出神。
In a corner of the vaulted room sat a fiddler and a fine-featured gipsy-girl with a zither; their instruments lay in their laps, and they seemed to be looking about them with an air of indifference.

从大学生们坐的桌旁传来开香槟瓶塞的响声。“喝吧，我的波希米亚宝贝儿！”一个阔公子模样的年轻人把满满一杯酒递到姑娘唇边，大声说。
“我不想喝，”姑娘回答，仍坐着一动不动。
“那就唱只歌好啦！”阔公子嚷道，同时扔了一枚银币在她怀中。姑娘慢慢举起手来梳理自己的黑发，老人则凑到她耳旁嘀咕着什么；只见她将头一昂，把下巴支在了八弦琴上。
A champagne cork popped off at the table occupied by the students. "Drink, my gipsy darling!" cried a young man of aristocratic appearance, holding out to the girl a glass full of wine.

"I don\'t care about it," she said, without altering her position.

"Well, then, give us a song," cried the young nobleman, and threw a silver coin into her lap. The girl slowly ran her fingers through her black hair while the fiddler whispered in her ear. But she threw back her head, and rested her chin on her zither.

“为这号人我不唱，”她说。
莱因哈德端起一杯酒站起来，走到她跟前。
“你想干什么？”姑娘倔强地问。
“想看看你的眼睛。”
“我的眼睛跟你有什么相干？”
莱因哈德目光灼灼地俯视着她，道：“我清楚，它们是不诚实的！”
"For him," she said, "I\'m not going to play."

Reinhard leapt up with his glass in his hand and stood in front of her.

"What do you want?" she asked defiantly.

"To have a look at your eyes."

"What have my eyes to do with you?"

Reinhard\'s glance flashed down on her. "I know they are false."