The laughter which followed this sally was supplemented only by a sorry smile, for form's sake, from Tess. What was comedy to them was tragedy to her; and she could hardly bear their mirth. She soon rose from table, and, with an impression that Clare would follow her, went along a little wriggling path, now stepping to one side of the irrigating channels, and now to the other, till she stood by the main stream of the Var. Men had been cutting the water-weeds higher up the river, and masses of them were floating past her - moving islands of green crowfoot, whereon she might almost have ridden; long locks of which weed had lodged against the piles driven to keep the cows from crossing.
这段俏皮话引起了一阵哄然大笑，为了表示和大家一样，苔丝也跟着苦笑了一下。在他们眼中是一出喜剧，然而在她眼里却是一出悲剧；对于他们的欢乐，她简直受不了。她很快就从桌边站起身来，她有一种感觉，克莱尔会跟着她一起走的，她沿着一条弯弯曲曲的小道走着，有时候她走在灌溉渠的这一边，有时候走在灌溉渠的那一边，一直走到瓦尔河主流的附近才停下来。工人们已经开始在河流的上游割水草了，一堆一堆的水草从她面前漂过去——就像是绿色的毛茛小岛在移动，她差不多就可以站在上面了；河里栽有一排一排木桩，是为了防止奶牛跑过河去，这时挡住了流下来的水草。

Yes, there was the pain of it. This question of a woman telling her story - the heaviest of crosses to herself - seemed but amusement to others. It was as if people should laugh at martyrdom.
不错，痛苦就在这里。一个女人讲述自己的历史的问题——这是她背负的最沉重的十字架——但在别人看来只不过是一种笑料。这简直就像嘲笑圣徒殉教一样。

'Tessy!' came from behind her, and Clare sprang across the gully, alighting beside her feet. 'My wife - soon!'
“苔丝！”一声叫声从她的背后传来，克莱尔从小沟那边跳过来，站在她的身边。“我的妻子——不久就是我的妻子了。”

'No, no; I cannot. For your sake, O Mr Clare; for your sake, I say no!'
“不，不；我不能做你的妻子。这是为你着想啊，克莱尔先生；为你着想，我应该说不！”

'Tess!'
“苔丝！”

'Still I say no!' she repeated.
“我还是要说不！”她重复说。