For several days after Tess's arrival Clare, sitting abstractedly reading from some book, periodical, or piece of music just come by post, hardly noticed that she was present at table. She talked so little, and the other maids talked so much, that the babble did not strike him as possessing a new note, and he was ever in the habit of neglecting the particulars of an outward scene for the general impression. One day, however, when he had been conning one of his music-scores, and by force of imagination was hearing the tune in his head, he lapsed into listlessness, and the music-sheet rolled to the hearth. He looked at the fire of logs, with its one flame pirouetting on the top in a dying dance after the breakfast-cooking and boiling, and it seemed to jig to his inward tune; also at the two chimney crooks dangling down from the cotterer or cross-bar, plumed with soot which quivered to the same melody; also at the half-empty kettle whining an accompaniment. The conversation at the table mixed in with his phantasmal orchestra till he thought: 'What a fluty voice one of those milkmaids has! I suppose it is the new one.'
在苔丝来后的好几天里，克莱尔老是坐在那儿聚精会神地读书，读杂志，或者是读他刚收到的邮局寄来的乐谱，几乎没有注意到桌子上苔丝的出现。苔丝说话不多，其他的女孩子又说话太多，所以在那一片喧哗里，他心里没有留下多了一种新的说话声的印象，而且他也只习惯于获得外界的大致印象，而不太注意其中的细节。但是有一天，他正在熟悉一段乐谱，并在头脑里集中了他的全部想象力欣赏这段乐谱的时候，突然走了神，乐谱掉到了带炉的边上。那时已经做完了早饭，烧过了开水，他看见燃烧的木头只剩下一点火苗还在跳动着，快要熄火了，似乎在和着他内心的旋律跳吉尔舞；他还看见从壁炉的横梁或十字架上垂下来的两根挂钩，钩子沾满了烟灰，也和着同样的旋律颤抖着；钩子上的水壶已经空了一半，在用低声的倾诉和着旋律伴奏。桌子上的谈话混合在他幻想中的管弦乐曲里，他心里想：“在这些挤奶女工中间，有一个姑娘的声音多么清脆悦耳呀！我猜想这是一个新来的人的声音。”

Clare looked round upon her, seated with the others.
克莱尔扭头看去，只见她同其他的女工坐在一起。

She was not looking towards him. Indeed, owing to his long silence, his presence in the room was almost forgotten.
她没有向他这边看。实在的情形是，因为他在那儿坐了很久，默不作声，差不多已经被人忘记了。

'I don't know about ghosts,' she was saying; 'but I do know that our souls can be made to go outside our bodies when we are alive.'
“我不知道有没有鬼怪，”她正在说，“但是我的确知道我们活着的时候，是能够让我们的灵魂出窍的。”

The dairyman turned to her with his mouth full, his eyes charged with serious inquiry, and his great knife and fork (breakfasts were breakfasts here) planted erect on the table, like the beginning of a gallows.
奶牛场的老板一听，惊讶得合不上嘴，转过身看着她，眼睛里带着认真的询问；他把手里拿的大刀子和大叉子竖在桌子上（因为这儿的早餐是正规的早餐），就像是一副绞刑架子。

'What - really now? And is it so, maidy?' he said.
“什么呀——真的吗？真的是这样吗，姑娘？”他问。