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And she shut the door behind herself and poor stumbling Ermengarde, and left Sara standing quite alone.
她在那跌跌撞撞的可怜的埃芒加德和她自己身后关上了门，留下萨拉独个儿站在那里。
The dream was quite at an end. The last spark had died out of the paper in the grate and left only black tinder;
幻梦彻底结束了。壁炉中燃着的纸的最后一点火星也熄灭了，只留下黑色的灰烬；
the table was left bare, the golden plates and richly embroidered napkins, and the garlands were transformed again into old handkerchiefs,
餐桌上也空荡荡了，那些金边盘子、富丽的绣花餐巾和花环又变成了旧手帕
scraps of red and white paper, and discarded artificial flowers all scattered on the floor;
和红白纸片，被抛弃的假花全撒在地板上；
the minstrels in the minstrel gallery had stolen away, and the viols and bassoons were still.
演出台上的歌手都已偷偷溜走，六弦琴和巴松管也无声无息了。
Emily was sitting with her back against the wall, staring very hard. Sara saw her, and went and picked her up with trembling hands.
埃米莉背靠墙坐着，冷冷地凝视着。萨拉看到了她，便走过去，用颤抖的双手把她捡起。
"There isn't any banquet left, Emily," she said.
“这儿没有一点宴会的踪影了，埃米莉，”她说。
"And there isn't any princess. There is nothing left but the prisoners in the Bastille." And she sat down and hid her face.
“也没有什么公主。除了巴士底监狱的囚犯，什么也没留下。”她坐下来，蒙住了脸。
What would have happened if she had not hidden it just then, and if she had chanced to look up at the skylight at the wrong moment,
如果那时她没有蒙住她的脸，如果她在不恰当的时刻偶然仰望一下天窗，
I do not know—perhaps the end of this chapter might have been quite different—
那我就不知道会发生什么事了——而且或许本章就会有一个截然不同的结局——
because if she had glanced at the skylight she would certainly have been startled by what she would have seen.
因为如果她那时瞥了一眼天窗，就肯定会被见到的情景吓一跳。
She would have seen exactly the same face pressed against the glass and peering in at her as it had peered in earlier in the evening when she had been talking to Ermengarde.
她就会看见又是那张完全相同的面孔贴在窗玻璃上向内偷偷看她，就像当晚早些时候偷看她和埃芒加德谈话一样。
But she did not look up. She sat with her little black head in her arms for some time.
但她此时没有向上看。她把长着一头黑发的小脑袋埋在臂弯里，坐着有好一会儿。
She always sat like that when she was trying to bear something in silence. Then she got up and went slowly to the bed.
当她默默地努力忍受着什么的时候，总是那样坐着的。随后她站起身，慢慢地走向床铺。
"I can't pretend anything else—while I am awake," she said.
“在我醒着的时候，我不能再假装是什么别的样子了，”她说。
"There wouldn't be any use in trying. If I go to sleep, perhaps a dream will come and pretend for me."
“努力也不会有什么用。如果我入睡了，也许能做个梦，让梦来替我假装。”
She suddenly felt so tired—perhaps through want of food—that she sat down on the edge of the bed quite weakly.
她忽然觉得累极了——或许是没有吃东西的缘故——于是她十分虚弱地在床沿上坐下来。
