Betton rose with a careless shake of the shoulders.

贝顿站了起来， 漫不经心地摇了摇肩膀。

Vyse remained silent, his head slightly bent under the mounting tide of Betton's denunciation.

Vyse 保持沉默，在 Betton 越来越高的谴责声中，他的头微微低下。

Betton took them and looked them over lingeringly.

贝顿接过它们， 久久地打量着它们。

This did not simplify the situation, for there was no denying that unfavourable criticisms preponderated in Betton's correspondence.

这并没有简化情况，因为不可否认的是，在贝顿的信件中，不利的批评占了绝大多数。

" Oh, my dear fellow — " Betton protested, flushing.

“哦，我亲爱的朋友——”贝顿抗议道，脸红了。

Betton anxiously stroked his silken ankle.

贝顿焦急地抚摸着他丝绸般的脚踝。

Betton began to wonder if Vyse were exercising an unauthorized discrimination, and keeping back the communications he deemed least important.

Betton 开始怀疑 Vyse 是否在进行未经授权的歧视， 并隐瞒了他认为最不重要的通讯。

Betton, taking it up indifferently, had sat riveted till daylight.

贝顿冷漠地拿起它， 一直坐到天亮。

Betton glanced over the page. " By George — by George! Won't she see it" ? he exulted, between fear and rapture.

贝顿扫了一眼页面。“乔治——乔治！她不会看到吗？ ”他在恐惧和狂喜之间狂喜。

Unluckily the next day something unexpected turned up, and Betton forgot about Vyse and his manuscript.

不幸的是，第二天出现了意想不到的事情， Betton 忘记了 Vyse 和他的手稿。

Betton agreed with too loud a laugh.

贝顿大笑着表示同意。

He held up a small scented sheet to Betton, who made no movement to receive it.

他向 Betton 举起一张带香味的小床单，Betton 没有接过它。

Vyse made no comment on the change, and Betton was reduced to wondering whether his imperturbable composure were the mask of complete indifference or of a watchful jealousy.

Vyse 没有对这一变化发表任何评论，Betton 开始怀疑他那泰然自若的镇定是完全漠不关心还是一种警惕的嫉妒的面具。

Betton stared. " What's the odds? We'll dine here — and as late as you like" .

贝顿瞪大了眼睛。“有什么可能？我们会在这里用餐——你想吃多晚就吃多晚” 。

Betton studied the ironic " Unknown" for an appreciable space of time; then he broke into a laugh.

贝顿研究了具有讽刺意味的“未知”相当长的时间；然后他笑了起来。

Betton fumed at the delay, watched, wondered, fretted; then he received the one word " Impossible" .

贝顿对延误感到愤怒， 看着，疑惑，烦恼。 然后他收到了“不可能” 这个词。

Betton did not like to say " I've done nothing, " so he left the note unanswered, and vowed again: " I'll see Apthorn" .

Betton 不喜欢说“我什么也没做”，所以他没有回信，并再次发誓：“我会去见 Apthorn”。

" Yes, it's funny; it's funny, " said Betton.

“是的，这很有趣； 很有趣，” 贝顿说。

Betton's gaze descended from the cornice.

贝顿的目光从檐口处落下。

That memory had faded now, and Betton saw only the dark hours to which his blue and white temple of refreshment formed a kind of glittering antechamber.

那个记忆现在已经消失了， 贝顿只看到了黑暗的时刻， 他那蓝白相间的提神殿形成了一种闪闪发光的前厅。