IF Elizabeth, when Mr. Darcy gave her the letter, did not expect it to contain a renewal of his offers, she had formed no expectation at all of its contents. But such as they were, it may be well supposed how eagerly she went through them, and what a contrariety of emotion they excited. Her feelings as she read were scarcely to be defined. With amazement did she first understand that he believed any apology to be in his power; and stedfastly was she persuaded that he could have no explanation to give, which a just sense of shame would not conceal. With a strong prejudice against every thing he might say, she began his account of what had happened at Netherfield. She read, with an eagerness which hardly left her power of comprehension, and from impatience of knowing what the next sentence might bring, was incapable of attending to the sense of the one before her eyes. His belief of her sister's insensibility, she instantly resolved to be false, and his account of the real, the worst objections to the match, made her too angry to have any wish of doing him justice. He expressed no regret for what he had done which satisfied her; his style was not penitent, but haughty. It was all pride and insolence.
当达西先生递给伊丽莎白那封信的时候,伊丽莎白如果并没有想到那封信里是重新提出求婚,那她就根本没想到信里会写些什么。既然一看见这样的内容,你可想而知,她当时想要读完这封信的心情是怎样迫切,她的感情上又给引起了多大的矛盾。她读信时的那种心情,简直无法形容。开头读到他居然还自以为能够获得人家的原谅,她就不免吃惊;再读下去,又觉得他处处都是自圆其说,而处处都流露出一种欲盖弥彰的羞惭心情。她一读到他所写的关于当日发生在尼日斐花园的那段事情,就对他的一言一语都存着极大的偏见。她迫不及待地读下去,因此简直来不及细细咀嚼;她每读一句就急于要读下一句因此往往忽略了眼前一句的意思。他所谓她的姐姐对彬格莱本来没有什么情意,这叫她立刻断定他在撒谎;他说那门亲事确确实实存在着那么些糟糕透顶的缺陷,这使她简直气得不想把那封信再读下去。他对于自己的所作所为,丝毫不觉得过意不去,这当然使她无从满意。他的语气真是盛气凌人,丝毫没有悔悟的意思。

But when this subject was succeeded by his account of Mr. Wickham, when she read, with somewhat clearer attention, a relation of events, which, if true, must overthrow every cherished opinion of his worth, and which bore so alarming an affinity to his own history of himself, her feelings were yet more acutely painful and more difficult of definition. Astonishment, apprehension, and even horror, oppressed her. She wished to discredit it entirely, repeatedly exclaiming, "This must be false! This cannot be! This must be the grossest falsehood!" -- and when she had gone through the whole letter, though scarcely knowing any thing of the last page or two, put it hastily away, protesting that she would not regard it, that she would never look in it again.
读下去读到他关于韦翰先生那一段事情的剖白,她才多少比刚才神态清明一些,其中许多事情和韦翰亲口自述的身世十分相同,假如这些都是真话,那就会把她以前对韦翰的好感一笔勾销,这真是使她更加痛苦,更加心乱。她感到十分惊讶和疑虑,甚至还有几分恐怖。她恨不得把这件事全都当作他捏造出来的,她一次次嚷道:“一定是他在撒谎!这是不可能的!这是荒谬绝伦的谎话!”──她把全信读完以后,几乎连最后的一两页也记不起说些什么了,连忙把它收拾起来,而且口口声声抗议说,决不把它当作一回真事,也决不再去读那封信。

In this perturbed state of mind, with thoughts that could rest on nothing, she walked on; but it would not do; in half a minute the letter was unfolded again, and collecting herself as well as she could, she again began the mortifyingperusal of all that related to Wickham, and commanded herself so far as to examine the meaning of every sentence. The account of his connection with the Pemberley family was exactly what he had related himself; and the kindness of the late Mr. Darcy, though she had not before known its extent, agreed equally well with his own words. So far eachrecital confirmed the other; but when she came to the will, the difference was great. What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross duplicity on one side or the other; and, for a few moments, she flattered herself that her wishes did not err. But when she read, and re-read with the closest attention, the particulars immediately following of Wickham's resigning all pretensions to the living, of his receiving, in lieu, so considerable a sum as three thousand pounds, again was she forced to hesitate. She put down the letter, weighed every circumstance with what she meant to be impartiality -- deliberated on the probability of each statement -- but with little success. On both sides it was only assertion. Again she read on. But every line proved more clearly that the affair, which she had believed it impossible that any contrivance could so represent as to render Mr. Darcy's conduct in it less than infamous, was capable of a turn which must make him entirely blameless throughout the whole.
她就这样心烦意乱地往前走,真是千头万绪,不知从哪里想起才好。可是不到半分钟工夫,她又按捺不住,从信封里抽出信来聚精会神地忍痛读着写述韦翰的那几段,逼着自己去玩味每一句话的意思。其中讲到韦翰跟彭伯里的关系的那一段,简直和韦翰自己所说的毫无出入;再说到老达西先生生前对他的好处,信上的话也和韦翰自己所说的话完全符合,虽说她并不知道老达西先生究竟对他好到什么地步。到这里为止,双方所述的情况都可以互相印证,但是当她读到遗嘱问题的时候,两个人的话就大不相同了。韦翰说到牧师俸禄的那些话,她还记得清清楚楚;她一想起他那些话,就不免感觉到,他们两个人之间总有一个人说的是假话,于是她一时之间,倒高兴起来了,以为自己这种想法不会有错。接着她又极其仔细地一读再读,读到韦翰借口放弃牧师俸禄从而获得了三千磅一笔款项等等情节的时候,她又不由得犹豫起来。她放下那封信,把每一个情节不偏不倚地推敲了一下,把信中每一句话都仔仔细细考虑了一下,看看是否真有其事,可是这样做也毫无用处。双方都是各执一辞。她只得再往下读。可是愈读愈糊涂;她本以为这件事任凭达西先生怎样花言巧语,颠倒是非,也丝毫不能减轻他自己的卑鄙无耻,哪里想得到这里面大有文章可做,只要把事情改变一下说法,达西先生就可以把责任推卸得一干二净。