Ascending by the long white road that Tess herself had just laboured up, she saw a two-wheeled vehicle, beside which walked a man, who held up his hand to attract her attention.
在苔丝刚才费力走过的那条漫长的白色道路上，她看见一辆双轮马车赶了上来，马车的旁边走着一个男子，举着他的手，好引起她的注意。

She obeyed the signal to wait for him with unspeculative repose, and in a few minutes man and horse stopped beside her.
她听从了要她等他的信号，停了下来，既不想也不慌，几分钟以后，那个男子和马车就停在了她的身边。

'Why did you slip away by stealth like this?' said d'Urberville, with upbraiding breathlessness; 'on a Sunday morning, too, when people were all in bed! I only discovered it by accident, and I have been driving like the deuce to overtake you. Just look at the mare. Why go off like this? You know that nobody wished to hinder your going. And how unnecessary it has been for you to toll along on foot, and encumber yourself with this heavy load! I have followed like a madman, simply to drive you the rest of the distance, if you won't come back.'
“你为什么要这样偷偷地溜走呢？”德贝维尔上气不接下气地责备她说：“又是在礼拜天的早晨，大家都还在睡觉呀！我是碰巧发现你走了的，所以像鬼似地驾着车拼命地追，才赶上了你。你看看这匹母马就知道啦。为什么要像这样离开呢？你也知道，没有谁会阻拦你的。你这是何苦，要费力地步行走路，自己还带着这样沉重的行李！我像疯子一样地追了来，只是想赶车送你走完剩下的一段路，假使你不想回去的话。”

'I shan't come back,' said she.
“我不会转回去了，”她说。

'I thought you wouldn't - I said so! Well, then, put up your baskets, and let me help you on.'
“我想你也不会转回去了——我早就这样说过了！那么，好吧，把你的篮子放上来吧，我来扶你上车。”

She listlessly placed her basket and bundle within the dog-cart, and stepped up, and they sat side by side. She had no fear of him now, and in the cause of her confidence her sorrow lay.
她没精打采地把篮子和包裹放进马车里，上了车，一起并排坐下来。现在她不再怕他了，然而她不怕他的地方也正是她伤心的地方。

D'Urberville mechanically lit a cigar, and the journey was continued with broken unemotional conversation on the commonplace objects by the wayside. He had quite forgotten his struggle to kiss her when, in the early summer, they had driven in the opposite direction along the same road. But she had not, and she sat now, like a puppet, replying to his remarks in monosyllables. After some miles they came in view of the clump of trees beyond which the village of Marlott stood. It was only then that her still face showed the least emotion, a tear or two beginning to trickle down.
德贝维尔呆板地点上一支雪茄烟，接着就上路了，沿途就路边一些普通景物断断续续地不带感情地说些闲话。当日夏初就在这同一条路上，他们驾车走的是相反的方向，当时他曾坚持要吻她，而现在他已经全忘光了。但是她没有忘记，她此刻像木偶似地坐着，对他说的话回答一两个字。走了几英里以后，他们看见了一小片树林，过了树林就是马洛特村了。直到那个时候，她麻木的脸上才露出一点儿感情来，一两颗泪珠开始从脸上流下来。

'What are you crying for?' he coldly asked.
“你为什么要哭呢？”他冷冷地问。