Next day, after lunch, I went to see "our" doctor, a friendly fellow whose perfect bedside manner and complete reliance on a few patented drugs adequately masked his ignorance of, and indifference to, medical science. The fact that Lo would have to come back to Ramsdale was a treasure of anticipation. For this event I wanted to be fully prepared. I had in fact begun my campaign earlier, before Charlotte made that cruel decision of hers. I had to be sure when my lovely child arrived, that very night, and then night after night, until St. Algebra took her away from me, I would possess the means of putting two creatures to sleep so thoroughly that neither sound nor touch should rouse them. Throughout most of July I had been experimenting with various sleeping powders, trying them out on Charlotte, a great taker of pills. The last dose I had given her (she thought it was a tablet of mild bromides -- to anoint her nerves) had knocked her out for four solid hours. I had put the radio at full blast. I had blazed in her face an olisbos-like flashlight. I had pushed her, pinched her, prodded her -- and nothing had disturbed the rhythm of her calm and powerful breathing. However, when I had done such a simple thing as kiss her, she had awakened at once, as fresh and strong as an octopus (I barely escaped). This would not do, I thought; had to get something still safer. At first, Dr. Byron did not seem to believe me when I said his last prescription was no match for my insomnia. He suggested I try again, and for a moment diverted my attention by showing me photographs of his family. He had a fascinating child of Dolly's age; but I saw through his tricks and insisted he prescribe the mightiest pill extant. He suggested I play golf, but finally agreed to give me something that, he said, "would really work"; and going to a cabinet, he produced a vial of violet-blue capsules banded with dark purple at one end, which, he said, had just been placed on the market and were intended not for neurotics whom a draft of water could calm if properly administered, but only for great sleepless artists who had to die for a few hours in order to live for centuries. I love to fool doctors, and though inwardly rejoicing, pocketed the pills with a skeptical shrug. Incidentally, I had had to be careful with him.
第二天，吃完中饭，我去见“我们”的医生，一个挺友好的家伙，他对一些专利麻醉药持只能用于临床的态度以及对它们的完全依赖，恰好表现出他对医药科学的无知和漠视。烙将必须回到拉姆斯代尔的事实，便是希望的宝库。为此我要做好充分准备。实际上，在夏洛特做出那个残酷的决定以后，我已经提前进入我的程序了；我必须确保我可爱的孩子到来的那天晚上，以及接连的一夜又一夜，直到圣阿尔杰布拉把她认我身边带走为止，我能有办法让两个尤物沉沉入睡，任河声响或触动都不能使其惊醒。在大半个七月里，我实验过各种各样的安眠药，用药物大食家夏洛特做试验。我给她的最后一剂（她以为那是镇静片——为她的神经上油），把她击昏了整整四个小时。我把收音机音量开满，还将巨亮的饵光朝她脸上打去。我推她，捏她，扎她——但什么也干拢不了她平静而有力的呼吸节奏。可是，每当我一做象是吻她之类的简单动作，她马上就会醒来，象一条章鱼生机勃勃（我仓皇逃走）。这药可不行，我想；还得有更安全的。最初，我对拜伦医生说他上次给我的失眠症开的药于事无补，他好象根本不信。他建议我再试试，而后给我看他家人的照片以转移我的注意力。他有个迷人的孩子，也象多丽那般年龄；但我看穿了他的花招，坚持让他开一些目前最有劲的药。他建议我去打高尔夫，但最后终于同意给我一些，用她的话说，“效力无比的”；便走向另一个柜子，取出一小瓶蓝紫色胶囊，一头有黑紫色带状条纹，他说，这是刚上市的，并不用于那些一口水就能镇静下来的神经病患者；它只用于无法入睡的艺术家们，这些人必须先死去几小时方能再活几百年。我喜欢愚弄傻气十足的医生，尽管内心很高兴，但把药片装进口袋时，还是怀疑地耸了耸肩。再说，对他我也必须严加小心。
As to the matter of Mrs. Humbert's daughter, she wished to report that it was too late to enroll her this year; but that she, the surviving Phalen, was practically certain that if Mr. and Mrs. Humbert brought Dolores over in January, her admittance might be arranged.
至于亨伯特夫人的女儿之事，她想告知今年招收已经太迟；不过，幸存的费伦完全相信，如果亨伯特夫人能在一月把多洛雷斯带去，她的入校就可以办妥。
I think it was exactly a week after our last swim that the noon mail brought a reply from the second Miss Phalen. The lady wrote she had just returned to St. Algebra from her sister's funeral. "Euphemia had never been the same after breaking that hip."
我记得就是在我们上次游泳后一星期，午间邮递员送来了费伦小姐第二的回信。那女人写道，她刚刚从她姐姐的葬礼回到圣阿尔布拉。“尤菲米姬摔坏臀骨以后就大不一样了。
I left in great spirits. Steering my wife's car with one finger, I contentedly rolled homeward. Ramsdale had, after all, lots of charm. The cicadas whirred; the avenue had been freshly watered. Smoothly, almost silkily, I turned down into our steep little street. Everything was somehow so right that day. So blue and green. I knew the sun shone because my ignition key was reflected in the windshield; and I knew it was exactly half past three because the nurse who came to massage Miss Opposite every afternoon was tripping down the narrow sidewalk in her white stockings and shoes. As usual, Junk's hysterical setter attacked me as I rolled downhill, and as usual, the local paper was lying on the porch where it had just been hurled by Kenny.
我精神高涨地告辞出来。用一个指头把住我妻子的小车，心满意足地向家驶去。拉姆斯代尔毕竟诱惑力很大。蝉在叫；大街刚洒过水。一路顺风，我几乎是平滑着就开上了我们那条陡峭的小马路。那天不知怎么样样事都很称心。天那么蓝树那么绿。我知道太阳光灿灿，因为我的点火栓正好反射在挡风玻璃里；我还知道此时正是三点半，因为每天下午给奥泊西特小姐按摩的护士穿着白袜、白鞋正在狭窄的便道上轻快地走着。象平常一样，歇斯底里的琼克长毛狗在我驶下山时朝我袭来：也象平常一样，地方报纸刚刚被肯尼扔在前廊上。
Once, in another connection, a stupid lapse on my part made me mention my last sanatorium, and I thought I saw the tips of his ears twitch. Being not at all keen for Charlotte or anybody else to know that period of my past, I had hastily explained that I had once done some research among the insane for a novel. But no matter; the old rogue certainly had a sweet girleen.
记得有一次拜访他，我愚蠢地失口提到了我最后入的那家疗养院，我自信看见了他的耳朵尖痉挛了一下。既然夏洛特或任何其他人都不知道我过去的那段日子，我于是结结巴巴地解释说，我曾为了写部小说到精神病患者中间做过些调查，不过无妨；这老恶棍当然有个甜甜的女儿。
My hand still on the doorknob, I repeated my hearty cry. Her writing hand stopped. She sat still for a moment; then she slowly turned in her chair and rested her elbow on its curved back. Her face, disfigured by her emotion, was not a pretty sight as she stared at my legs and said:
我的手仍然放在门把上又重复了我衷心的欢呼。她写字的手停下来。静坐了片刻；然后她慢慢转过她的椅子，把胳膊肘放在弯曲的靠背上。她的脸因激动的情绪显得十分难看，她盯着我的双腿开口说话时那情景怪是骇人：
The day before I had ended the regime of aloofness I had imposed upon myself, and now uttered a cheerful homecoming call as I opened the door of the living room. With her cream-white nape and bronze bun to me, wearing the yellow blouse and maroon slacks she had on when I first met her, Charlotte sat at the corner bureau writing a letter.
前一天，我已放弃了故意摆出的冷漠的生活规矩。此刻我打开起居室的门便快乐地喊出归家之辞。夏洛特的玉色颈背和青铜色甜面包对着我，身上穿着我第一次见她时穿的那身黄色衬衣，栗色宽松鞋，她正坐在椅角的写字台上写信。
My fair accuser stopped, swallowing her venom and her tears.
我义正辞严的控诉者住了口，吞咽下她的怨恨和泪水。
"The Haze woman, the big bitch, the old cat, the obnoxious mamma, the -- the old stupid Haze is no longer your dupe. She has -- she has…"
“黑兹这女人，大母狗，老猫，应受惩罚的妈妈，这……又老又蠢的黑兹从今起不再是你捉弄的对象。她已经……她已经……
Whatever Humbert Humbert said -- or attempted to say -- is inessential. She went on: "You're a monster. You're a detestable, abominable, criminal fraud. If you come near -- I'll scream out the window. Get back!"
无论亨伯特·亨伯特说什么——或企图说什么——都全无必要。她继续道：“你是个野兽。你是个可恶、可憎、罪大恶极的骗子。你敢过来——我就朝窗外叫。滚回去！
"I am leaving tonight. This is all yours. Only you'll never, never see that miserable brat again. Get out of this room."
“今晚我就离开。这一切都是你的。只是你永远、永远也见不到那个可怜的乳臭末干的小丫头了。滚出这间屋子。
Reader, I did. I went up to the ex-semi-studio. Arms akimbo, I stood for a moment quite still and self-composed, surveying from the threshold the raped little table with its open drawer, a key hanging from the lock, four other household keys on the table top. I walked across the landing into the Humberts' bedroom, and calmly removed my diary from under her pillow into my pocket. Then I started to walk downstairs, but stopped halfway: she was talking on the telephone which happened to be plugged just outside the door of the living room. I wanted to hear what she was saying: she canceled an order for something or other, and returned to the parlor. I rearranged my respiration and went through the hallway to the kitchen. There, I opened a bottle of Scotch. She could never resist Scotch. Then I walked into the dining room and from there, through the half-open door, contemplated Charlotte's broad back.
读者，我那么做了。我上楼来到一半破烂的书房。两手叉腰，镇静下来恢复自若，站了片刻，从门口看到那张遭劫的小桌子，抽屉大开，一把钥匙挂在锁孔里，另外四把钥匙摊在桌面上。我穿过顶楼的走廊，走进亨伯特夫妇的卧室，平静地从她枕头下转移出我的日记，放入我的口袋。然后我朝楼下走去，又停在半路：她正在通电话，电话机正好就安在客厅的门外。我想听听她正说些什么：她取消了订购的什么物品，然后又回到客厅。我再次调整好我的呼吸，穿过过道，进了厨房。我打开一瓶苏格兰威士忌。她从来也不能抵抗威士忌的诱惑。我走进餐室，透过半开的门，看到夏洛特宽宽的后背。
Again, whatever H. H. murmured may be omitted, I think.
同样，我想无论H.H．小声嘀咕些什么都可以省略。
I set out two glasses (to St. Algebra? to Lo?) and opened the refrigerator. It roared at me viciously while I removed the ice from its heart. Rewrite. Let her read it again. She will not recall details. Change, forge. Write a fragment and show it to her or leave it lying around. Why do faucets sometimes whine so horribly? A horrible situation, really. The little pillow-shaped blocks of ice -- pillows for polar teddy bear, Lo -- emitted rasping, crackling, tortured sounds as the warm water loosened them in their cells. I bumped down the glasses side by side. I poured in the whiskey and a dram of soda. She had tabooed my pin. Bark and bang went the icebox. Carrying the glasses, I walked through the dining room and spoke through the parlor door which was a fraction ajar, not quite space enough for my elbow. "I have made you a drink," I said.
我又走回厨房。我拿出两个杯子（为圣阿尔杰布拉？为洛？）。从冰箱里取出冰块以后，它粗暴地朝我吼了一声。再写一遍。让她重读一遍。她不会记住细节的。改动，伪造。写个片断，拿给她看，或随便扔在哪儿。为什么自来水龙头长鸣起来有时会那么可怕？真是个可怕的局面，真是。象小枕头形状的冰块——是玩具北极熊的枕头，洛说——当温水注进它们的小窝解救了它们，那些刺耳的锉声、噼哩啪啦声和受折磨声便消逝了。我将杯子并排放着。注入威士忌和少量苏打水。她禁止我使用针搅拌。冰盒里一阵乒乒乓乓。我端着酒杯穿过餐室，来到客厅门外，门只开了一个缝，我的胳膊肘都进不去，隔着门我说：“我给你拿酒来了。
She neither answered nor turned, but went on writing in a scorching scrawl whatever she was writing. A third letter, presumably (two in stamped envelopes were already laid out on the desk). I went back to the kitchen.
她既没回答也没转过身，只是一个劲飞快地胡涂乱写，不知她写的是什么。大概第三封信了（两封已装在贴足邮票的信封里，放在桌上）。
"You are ruining my life and yours," I said quietly. "Let us be civilized people. It is all your hallucination. You are crazy, Charlotte. The notes you found were fragments of a novel. Your name and hers were put in by mere chance. Just because they came handy. Think it over. I shall bring you a drink."
“你这样是在毁我也毁了你的一生，”我平静地说。“让我们通情达理些。这都是你的幻觉。你真疯了，夏洛特。你找到的那些笔记不过是一部小说的片断。你和她的名字也不过是碰巧用用。就因为它们是信手拈来。好好想想吧。我去给你拿杯酒。
But there was no Charlotte in the living room.
但夏洛特没在客厅里。
She did not answer, the mad bitch, and I placed the glasses on the sideboard near the telephone, which had started to ring.
没有回答，这个疯母狗，我于是把杯子放在电话机旁边的餐具架上，这时电话响了。
"Leslie speaking. Leslie Tomson," said Leslie Tomson who favored a dip at dawn. "Mrs. Humbert, sir, has been run over and you'd better come quick."
“我是莱斯利。莱斯利．汤姆森，”喜欢在天刚亮时游个泳的莱斯利．汤姆森说：“亨伯特夫人被车轧了，你最好马上来，先生。
I answered, perhaps a bit testily, that my wife was safe and sound, and still holding the receiver, I pushed open the door and said: "There's this man saying you've been killed, Charlotte."
我回答说，可能约略有些暴躁，说我妻子安然无恙，同时一手拿着听筒，一边推开门说：“这个人说你被轧死了，夏洛待。