" You don't take after your father, " said Mrs. Yeobright, looking towards the fire, where Grandfer Cantle, with some want of originality, was dancing by himself among the sparks, as the others had done before.
“你一点儿也不像你父亲,”约布赖特太太说,一边朝篝火方向瞧。那边坎特尔大爷独自一人还是像刚才其他人那样,在火星里跳舞,但跳不出什么新意。