I let him take me to a restaurant of his choice, but on the way I bought a paper.  我让他带我到一家他选定的餐馆，但是在路上走的时候我买了一份报纸。

　　When we had ordered our dinner, I propped it against a bottle of St. Galmier and began to read.  叫了菜以后，我就把报纸支在一瓶圣·卡尔密酒上，开始读报。

　　We ate in silence.  我们一言不发地吃着饭。

　　I felt him looking at me now and again, but I took no notice.  我发现他不时地看我一眼，但是我根本不理睬他。

　　I meant to force him to conversation. 我准备逼着他自己讲话。

　　Is there anything in the paper? he said, as we approached the end of our silent meal. “报纸上有什么消息？”在我们这顿沉默无语的晚餐将近尾声时，他开口说。

　　I fancied there was in his tone a slight note of exasperation. 也许这只是我的幻觉吧，从他的声音里我好像听出来他已经有些沉不住气了。

　　I always like to read the feuilleton on the drama,  “我喜欢读评论戏剧的杂文，”

　　I said. I folded the paper and put it down beside me. 我说。我把报纸叠起来，放在一边。

　　I've enjoyed my dinner, he remarked. “这顿饭吃得很不错，”他说。

　　I think we might have our coffee here, don't you? “我看咱们就在这里喝咖啡好不好？”

　　Yes. “好吧。”

　　We lit our cigars. I smoked in silence.  我们点起了雪茄。我一言不发地抽着烟。

　　I noticed that now and then his eyes rested on me with a faint smile of amusement.  我发现他的目光时不时地停在我身上，隐约闪现着笑意。

　　I waited patiently. 我耐心地等待着。

　　What have you been up to since I saw you last? he asked at length. “从上次见面以后你都做什么了？”最后他开口说。

　　I had not very much to say. It was a record of hard work and of little adventure;   我没有太多的事好说。我的生活只不过是每日辛勤工作，没有什么奇闻艳遇。

　　of experiments in this direction and in that; of the gradual acquisition of the knowledge of books and of men.  我在不同方向进行了摸索试验；我逐渐积累了不少书本知识和人情世故。

　　I took care to ask Strickland nothing about his own doings.  在谈话中，对他这几年的生活我有意闭口不问，

　　I showed not the least interest in him, and at last I was rewarded. He began to talk of himself. 装作丝毫也不感兴趣的样子。最后，我的这个策略生效了。他主动谈起他的生活来。

　　But with his poor gift of expression he gave but indications of what he had gone through, and I had to fill up the gaps with my own imagination.  但是由于他太无口才，对他自己这一段时间的经历讲得支离破碎，许多空白都需要我用自己的想像去填补。

　　It was tantalising to get no more than hints into a character that interested me so much.  对于这样一个我深感兴趣的人只能了解个大概，这真是一件吊人胃口的事，

　　It was like making one's way through a mutilated manuscript.  简直像读一部残缺不全的稿本。