I knew this must be Hindley Earnshaw, Catherine's brother and Hareton's father.

我知道这一定就是亨德雷·欧肖，凯瑟琳的哥哥，哈里顿的父亲。

Why, Mr. Earnshaw? I asked. I did not want to lock myself in with Heathcliff.

“为什么，欧肖先生？”我问。我不想把自己和希斯克利夫锁在房间里。

" And who is that Earnshaw, Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr Heathcliff? are they relations? "

“那么跟希刺克厉夫先生同住的那个恩萧，哈里顿·恩萧又是谁呢？他们是亲戚吗？”

" No, to Wuthering Heights, " he answered: " Mr Earnshaw invited me, when I called this morning."

“不，到呼啸山庄去，”他回答。“今天早上我去拜访时，恩萧先生请我去住的。”

I remember now, he's the gipsy child Mr Earnshaw brought ho me from Liverpool a few years ago.

“我想起来了，他是几年前欧肖先生从利物浦带回家的那个吉卜赛孩子。”

One day, their father Mr Earnshaw came back from a long journey.

一天，他们的父亲欧肖先生出远门回来。

'That little girl, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, or whatever her name was, must have been wicked!

“那个小姑娘，凯瑟琳·林顿，或欧肖，或不管她叫什么，一定是个邪种！

I grew up with Catherine and Hindley Earnshaw, and we three played together as children.

我是同凯瑟琳和亨德雷·欧肖一起长大的，小时候我们仨都在一起玩儿。

" Who can it be? " I thought. " Mr Earnshaw? Oh, no! The voice has no resemblance to his."

“能是谁呢？”我想着。“恩萧先生吗？啊，不是！声音不像他的。”

Hindley Earnshaw should have been at Catherine's burial yesterday, but he had been drinking so much that he couldn't go.

亨德雷·欧肖昨天本来是要参加凯瑟琳的葬礼的，但他喝多了，没去成。

Cathy Earnshaw, may you not rest so as long as I live on.

凯茜·恩萧，只要我还活着，你就不要休息。

`My name is Hareton Earnshaw, ' growled the other; `and I'd counsel you to respect it! '

“我的姓名是哈里顿·恩萧，”另一个人吼着，“而且我劝你尊敬它！”

" Someone mistress does not expect, " I replied. " That Heathcliff--you recollect him, sir, --who used to live at Mr Earnshaw's."

“是太太没想到的人，”我回答，“就是那个希刺克厉夫——你记得他吧，先生——他原来住在恩萧先生家的。”

" I see the house at Wuthering Heights has " Earnshaw" carved over the front door. Are they an old family? "

“我看见呼啸山庄的房子的前门上刻着‘恩萧’这个字。他们是个古老的世家吧？”

" Well! " I said. " But why, Mr Earnshaw? " I did not relish the notion of deliberately fastening myself in with Heathcliff.

“好吧！”我说。“可是为什么呢，恩萧先生？”我从来没有过这种念头，故意把我自己跟希刺克厉夫锁在屋里。

Mr Earnshaw stared at us in surprise. " The night through, " he repeated. " What kept her up? not fear of the thunder, surely? That was over hours since."

恩萧先生惊奇地瞅瞅我们。“通宵，”他重复着，“什么事使她不睡？当然，不会是怕雷吧？几个钟头以前就不打雷了。”

He knew it himself, because his boyhood watch studies from library books were a private realm only he could understand, and the 18th-century English masters—Mudge, Arnold, Earnshaw—the only real friends he had.

他通过自己的经历得出这一点，因为他童年时从图书馆的书籍上获得的钟表知识构成了一个只有他自己才能涉足的私人领域，而18世纪英国的制表大师Mudge, Arnold和Earnshaw是他仅有的真正的朋友。