His father's hill-surrounded little town, the Tudor church-tower of red stone, the clump of trees near the vicarage, came at last into view beneath him, and he rode down towards the well-known gate. Casting a glance in the direction of the church before entering his home, he beheld standing by the vestry-door a group of girls, of ages between twelve and sixteen, apparently awaiting the arrival of some other one, who in a moment became visible; a figure somewhat older than the school-girls, wearing a broad-brimmed hat and highly-starched cambric morning-gown, with a couple of books in her hand.
他走到后来，终于望见了他父亲住的那个四面环山的小镇，望见了用红色石头建造的都蜂王朝时期的教堂塔楼，以及牧师住宅附近的一片树林，于是他骑着马朝下面那个他熟悉不过的大门走去。他在进自己的家门之前，朝教堂的方向瞥了一眼，看见有一群女孩子站在小礼拜室的门口，年纪在十二岁到十六岁之间，显然在那儿等候某个人的到来，不一会儿，那个人果然出现了；看样子她的年纪比那些女孩子的年纪都要大，戴一顶宽边软帽，穿一件浆洗得发硬的细纱长衫，手里拿着两本书。

Clare knew her well. He could not be sure that she observed him; he hoped she did not, so as to render it unnecessary that he should go and speak to her, blameless creature that she was. An overpowering reluctance to greet her made him decide that she had not seen him. The young lady was Miss Mercy Chant, the only daughter of his father's neighbour and friend, whom it was his parents quiet hope that he might wed some day. She was great at Antinomianism and Bible-classes, and was plainly going to hold a class now. Clare's mind flew to the impassioned, summer steeped heathens in the Var Vale, their rosy faces court-patched with cow-droppings; and to one the most impassioned of them all.
这个人克莱尔很熟。他不敢肯定她是不是看见他了；虽然她是一个没有过错的女孩子，但是他希望她没有看见自己，这样就不必上前去同她打招呼了。他决心不去同她打招呼，因此认定她没有看见自己。那个年轻的姑娘名叫梅茜·羌特，是他父亲的邻居和朋友的独生女儿，他的父母心里也暗暗盼望将来有一天他能够娶了她。她精通唯信仰主义的理论和《圣经》教义，现在显然是来上课的。但是克莱尔的心又飞到了瓦尔谷中那一群感情热烈和生活在盛夏气候中的异教徒身边了，想起了她们的玫瑰色双颊上的美人痣，其实那是沾上的牛粪形成的；他特别想起了她们中间最热情奔放和情意深重的那一位。

It was on the impulse of the moment that he had resolved to trot over to Emminster, and hence had not written to apprise his mother and father, aiming, however, to arrive about the breakfast hour, before they should have gone out to their parish duties. He was a little late, and they had already sat down to the morning meal. The group at table jumped up to welcome him as soon as be entered. They were his father and mother, his brother the Reverend Felix - curate at a town in the adjoining county, home for the inside of a fortnight - and his other brother, the Reverend Cuthbert, the classical scholar, and Fellow and Dean of his College, down from Cambridge for the long vacation. His mother appeared in a cap and silver spectacles, and his father looked what in fact he was - an earnest, God-fearing man, somewhat gaunt, in years about sixty-five, his pale face lined with thought and purpose. Over their heads hung the picture of Angel's sister, the eldest of the family, sixteen years his senior, who had married a missionary and gone out to Africa.
他是由于一时的冲动而决定回爱敏寺的，因此他事先并没有写信告诉他的母亲和父亲，不过他希望能够在吃早饭的时候到家，在他的父母还没有出门去教区工作之前见到他们。他比预计的时间到得晚了些，那时父母已经坐下来吃早饭了。一看见他走进门来，坐在桌子边的一群人都跳起来欢迎他。他们是他的父亲、母亲，大哥费利克斯牧师，他现在已经是附近郡里一个镇上的副牧师了，正好请了两个礼拜的假回家。他的另一个哥哥卡斯伯特也是牧师，他还是一个古典学者，剑桥大学一个学院的院长和董事，现在从学校回家度假。他的母亲头上戴一顶软帽，鼻梁上架一副银边眼镜，他的父亲还是从前的样子，貌如其人，热心、诚恳、敬仰上帝，他有点儿憔悴，大约六十五岁的年纪，苍白的脸上刻满了思想和意志的印迹。从他们的头上看过去，墙上挂着安琪尔姐姐的画像，她是家中最大的孩子，比安琪尔大十六岁，嫁给一个传教的牧师到非洲去了。