黄面人08（在线收听）

“‘What may you be wantin’?’ she asked in a Northern accent.

“I am your neighbour over yonder,’ said I, nodding towards my house. ‘I see that you have only just moved in, so I thought that if I could be of any help to you in any —’

“‘Ay, We’ll just ask ye when we want ye,’ said she, and shut the door in my face. Annoyed at the churlish rebuff, I turned my back and walked home. All evening, though I tried to think of other things, my mind would still turn to the apparition at the window and the rudeness of the woman. I determined to say nothing about the former to my wife, for she is a nervous, highly strung woman, and I had no wish that she should share the unpleasant impression which had been produced upon myself. I remarked to her, however, before I fell asleep, that the cottage was now occupied, to which she returned no reply.

“I am usually an extremely sound sleeper. It has been a standing jest in the family that nothing could ever wake me during the night. And yet somehow on that particular night, whether it may have been the slight excitement produced by my little adventure or not I know not, but I slept much more lightly than usual. Half in my dreams I was dimly conscious that something was going on in the room, and gradually became aware that my wife had dressed herself and was slipping on her mantle and her bonnet. My lips were parted to murmur out some sleepy words of surprise or remonstrance at this untimely preparation, when suddenly my half-opened eyes fell upon her face, illuminated by the candle-light, and astonishment held me dumb. She wore an expression such as I had never seen before — such as I should have thought her incapable of assuming. She was deadly pale and breathing fast, glancing furtively towards the bed as she fastened her mantle to see if she had disturbed me. Then thinking that I was still asleep, she slipped noiselessly from the room, and an instant later I heard a sharp creaking which could only come from the hinges of the front door. I sat up in bed and rapped my knuckles against the rail to make certain that I was truly awake. Then I took my watch from under the pillow. It was three in the morning. What on this earth could my wife be doing out on the country road at three in the morning?

“I had sat for about twenty minutes turning the thing over in my mind and trying to find some possible explanation. The more I thought, the more extraordinary and inexplicable did it appear. I was still puzzling over it when I heard the door gently close again, and her footsteps coming up the stairs.

“'你要干什么？'她操着北方口音问道。

“'我是你对面的邻居，'我把头朝我的住处点了点，说道，我看你们刚刚搬进来，因此我想是不是能帮助你们做些什么……'

“'喂，我们需要你时，自然会请你的，'她说着，竟然把门关上。我吃了这样粗暴的闭门羹，非常恼怒，转身便回家了。整个晚上，尽管我竭力去想别的事情，但我脑中始终萦绕着窗口的那个怪人和那女人的粗鲁形象。我决意不向妻子说这件事，因为她是一个胆怯而又容易激动的女人，我不愿意让她分担我所遭遇到的不快。然而，在我临睡以前，我告诉她那所小别墅现在已经住上人了，她没有回答。

“我通常睡得很死。家里人经常嘲笑我说夜里没有什么能把我吵醒。可是在这天晚上，由于这件事情的小小刺激或是其他原因，我不知道，但我却睡得不象平常那么死。我在似睡非睡中模模糊糊地觉得室内有什么在走动，逐渐意识到我妻子已经穿好衣服，并且披上了斗篷，戴上了帽子。我喃喃地说了几句惊异的话，对她这种不适时的举动提出了异议。当我半睁半闭的双眼突然落到我妻子被烛光映照的脸上，竟使我惊异得说不出话来。她的表情是以前我从未见过的，也决不会是假装的。她脸色死白，呼吸急促，在她扣紧斗篷时，偷偷地瞧着床上，看是否惊醒了我。后来，以为我还在睡梦中，她便悄悄地从屋中溜出去，过了一会，我听到一阵尖锐的吱吱嘎嘎声，这分明是大门合叶发出的响声。我从床上坐起来，用手关节敲床栏，看看我是不是真的醒着。然后我从枕下拿出表来，已经是凌晨三点钟了。而凌晨三点钟我妻子到外面去，她究竟要干什么呢？

“我坐了有二十分钟，脑中翻腾着这件事，设法寻找一些可能的解释。我越想越觉得离奇古怪，莫名片妙。我正在苦苦思索这件事时，听到门又轻轻关上了，我妻子走上楼来。