Tess was conscious of neither time nor space. The exaltation which she had described as being producible at will by gazing at a star, came now without any determination of hers; she undulated upon the thin notes of the second-hand harp, and their harmonies passed like breezes through her, bringing tears into her eyes. The floating pollen seemed to be his notes made visible, and the dampness of the garden the weeping of the garden's sensibility. Though near nightfall, the rank-smelling weed-flowers glowed as if they would not close for intentness, and the waves of colour mixed with the waves of sound.
苔丝已经忘记了时间的运行，忘记厂空间的存在。她过去曾经描述过，通过凝视夜空的星星就能随意生出灵魂出窍的意境，现在她没有刻意追求就出现了；随着那架旧竖琴的纤细的音调，她的心潮起伏波动，和谐的琴音像微风一样．吹进了她的心中，感动得她的眼睛里充满了泪水。那些飘浮的花粉，似乎就是他弹奏出米的可见的音符，花园里一片潮湿，似乎就是花园受到感动流出的泪水。虽然夜晚快要降临了，但是气味难闻的野草的花朵，却光彩夺目，仿佛听得入了迷面不能闭合了，颜色的波浪和琴音的波浪，相互融合在一起。

The light which still shone was derived mainly from a large hole in the western bank of cloud; it was like a piece of day left behind by accident, dusk having closed in elsewhere. He concluded his plaintive melody, a very simple performance, demanding no great skill; and she waited, thinking another might be begun. But, tired of playing, he had desultorily come round the fence, and was rambling up behind her. Tess, her cheeks on fire, moved away furtively, as if hardly moving at all.
那时仍然透露出来的光线，主要是从西边一大片云彩中的一个大洞中产生生出来的；它仿佛是偶然剩余下来的一片昼，而四周已经被暮色包围了。他弹完了忧郁的旋律，他的弹奏非常简单，也不需要很大的技巧；苔丝在那儿等着，心想第二支曲子也许就要开始了。可是，他已经弹得累了，就漫无目的地绕过树篱，慢慢向她身后走来。苔丝像被火烤了一样满脸通红，好像根本无法移动一步，就悄悄躲在一边。

Angel, however, saw her light summer gown, and he spoke; his low tones reaching her, though he was some distance off.
但是，安琪尔已经看见了她那件轻盈的夏衣，开口说话了。虽然他离开她还有一段距离，但是她已经听到了他的低沉的说话声。

'What makes you draw off in that way, Tess?' said he. 'Are you afraid?'
“你为什么那样躲开了，苔丝？”他说。“你害怕吗？”

'Oh no, sir... not of outdoor things; especially just now when the apple-blooth is failing, and everything so green.'
“啊，不，先生……不是害怕屋子外面的东西；尤其是现在，苹果树的花瓣在飘落，草木一片翠绿，这就更用不着害怕了。”

'But you have your indoor fears - eh?'
“但是屋子里有什么东西使你感到害怕，是吗？”

'Well - yes, sir.'
“唔——是的，先生。”

'What of?'
“害怕什么呢？”

'I couldn't quite say.'
“我也说不太明白”

'The milk turning sour?'
“怕牛奶变酸了吗？”

'No.'
“不是。”

'Life in general?'
“总之，害怕生活？”

'Yes, sir.'
“是的，先生。”