Perhaps I had drunk a little too much in preparation for the ordeal. Perhaps I made a fool of myself. The girls had decorated and plugged in a small fir tree -- German custom, except that colored bulbs had superseded wax candles. Records were chosen and fed into my landlord's phonograph. Chic Dolly wore a nice gray dress with fitted bodice and flared skirt. Humming, I retired to my study upstairs -- and then every ten or twenty minutes I would come down like an idiot just for a few seconds; to pick up ostensibly my pipe from the mantelpiece or hunt for the newspaper; and with every new visit these simple actions became harder to perform, and I was reminded of the dreadfully distant days when I used to brace myself to casually enter a room in the Ramsdale house where Little Carmen was on.
可能我为准备这场严酷的考验喝多了一点。可能我是愚弄了自己。女孩儿们装饰了一棵小毛皮树，把它接上插头通了电——这是德国人的风俗，只是用彩色灯取代了蜡烛。唱片选出来填进了我房东的留声机里。俏美的多丽穿了一件漂亮的灰衬衫，里边是合体的紧身胸衣和一条展开的短裙。我哼着歌，退回到我楼上的书房——其后每隔十或二十分钟，就象白痴一样走下来呆上几秒钟；假装往壁炉架上取我的烟斗或寻找报纸；每做一次来访，这些简单的动作就越来越难做。这使我想起了一个可怕的遥远的日子，那时我常常故作随便地走进拉姆斯代尔别墅那间小卡门住的屋子。
Around Christmas she caught a bad chill and was examined by a friend of Miss Lester, a Dr. Ilse Tristramson (hi, Ilse, you were a dear, uninquisitive soul, and you touched my dove very gently). She diagnosed bronchitis, patted Lo on the back (all its bloom erect because of the fever) and put her to bed for a week or longer. At first she "ran a temperature" in American parlance, and I could not resist the exquisite caloricity of unexpected delights -- Venus febriculosa -- though it was a very languid Lolita that moaned and coughed and shivered in my embrace. And as soon as she was well again, I threw a Party with Boys.
临近到圣诞节时，她受了寒，很严重，莱期待小姐的一位朋友，伊尔斯·特拉斯特拉姆森医生给她作了检查（嘿，伊尔斯，你是个诚恳，不爱追究的人，你非常温柔地触摸了我的鸽子）。她诊断出她患了支气管炎，拍着洛的后背（由于发烧，后背一片红）让她卧床休养一星期或更长。起初，用美国人的话说，她“上了温度”，我却不能抗拒这意外的快乐——剧热——维纳斯轻热病——尽管在我怀里呻吟、咳嗽、颤抖的是非常软弱无力的洛丽塔。她刚一复元，我马上就举行了有男孩子参加的晚会。
The party was not a success. Of the three girls invited, one did not come at all, and one of the boys brought his cousin Roy, so there was a superfluity of two boys, and the cousins knew all the steps, and the other fellows could hardly dance at all, and most of the evening was spent in messing up the kitchen, and then endlessly jabbering about what card game to play, and sometime later, two girls and four boys sat on the floor of the living room, with all windows open, and played a word game which Opal could not be made to understand, while Mona and Roy, a lean handsome lad, drank ginger ale in the kitchen, sitting on the table and dangling their legs, and hotly discussing Predestination and the Law of Averages. After they had all gone my Lo said ugh, closed her eyes, and dropped into a chair with all four limbs starfished to express the utmost disgust and exhaustion and swore it was the most revolting bunch of boys she had ever seen. I bought her a new tennis racket for that remark.
晚会不成功。被邀请的三个女孩子中，一个根本没露面，而有个男孩子又带来了他的表弟罗伊，这样就多出了两位男士；另外表兄弟二人对所有舞步娴熟透顶，另两位却一窍不通，一晚上大部分时间都泡在厨房里鬼混，而后就没完没了叽哩咕噜争论打什么牌，再以后的一段时间里，这两女四男就打开所有的窗户，坐在卧室的地上，玩一种字谜游戏，奥佩尔却怎么也不明白；莫娜和罗伊，一个细高的漂亮小伙儿，坐在厨房的餐桌上，悬着腿摆来荡去，喝着姜汁汽水，热烈地讨论着“宿命”和“平均律”。他们都离开以后，我的洛“唷”了一声，闭上双眼，跌进一张椅子，四肢象海盘车一样摊开，表现她彻底的反感和厌倦，并发誓说她从未见过这么令人讨厌的男孩子。单为这句评语，我买了一副新网球拍送她。
January was humid and warm, and February fooled the forsythia: none of the townspeople had ever seen such weather. Other presents came tumbling in. For her birthday I bought her a bicycle, the doe-like and altogether charming machine already mentioned -- and added to this a History of Modern American Painting: her bicycle manner, I mean her approach to it, the hip movement in mounting, the grace and so on, afforded me supreme pleasure; but my attempt to refine her pictorial taste was a failure; she wanted to know if the guy noon-napping on Doris Lee's hay was the father of the pseudo-voluptuous hoyden in the foreground, and could not understand why I said Grant Wood or Peter Hurd was good, and Reginald Marsh or Frederick Waugh awful.
一月潮湿而温暖，二月的天气城里人没有一个经历过，其它礼物接着匆匆滚来。我为她生日买了一辆自行车，象鹿一样，那些美丽的机械我已经提到过了——另外还有一本《现代美国绘画史》：她骑车的姿势，我是说她的上车，臀部的运动，那种优雅等等，都给了我极大的快乐；她想知道在多丽丝·李的干草上睡午觉的小伙子是不是近景中那位假装肉感的粗野女孩儿的父亲，并且不能理解为什么我说格兰特·伍德或彼德·赫德好，雷金纳德·马奇或弗里德里克·沃很糟。