'Perhaps somebody in the house is in love,' she said tentatively. 'I've heard tell in my younger days that that will cause it. Why, Crick - that maid we had years ago, do ye mind, and how the butter didn't come then--'
“也许我们屋子里有人在恋爱吧，”她猜测。“我年轻的时候听人说过，有人恋爱就搅不出黄油来。喂，克里克——你还记得几年前我们雇的那个姑娘吧，那时候黄油怎么也出不来——”

'Ah yes, yes! - but that isn't the rights o't. It had nothing to do with the love-making. I can mind all about it--'twas the damage to the churn.'
“啊，记得，记得！——不过你说得不对。那同恋爱没有关系。那件事我记得清清楚楚——那次是搅黄油的机器坏了。”

He turned to Clare.
他转身朝向克莱尔。

'Jack Dollop, a 'hore's-bird of a fellow we had here as milker at one time, sir, courted a young woman over at Mellstock, and deceived her as he had deceived many afore. But he had another sort o' woman to reckon wi' this time, and it was not the girl herself. One Holy Thursday, of all days in the almanack, we was where as we mid be now, only there was no churning in hand, when we zid the girl's mother coming up to the door, wi' a great brass-mounted umbrella in her hand that would ha' felled an ox, and saying "Do Jack Dollop work here? - because I want him! I have a big bone to pick with he, I can assure 'n!" And some way behind her mother walked Jack's young woman, crying bitterly into her handkercher. "O Lard, here's a time!" said jack, looking out o' winder at 'em. "She'll murder me! Where shall I get-where shall I - ? Don't tell her where I be!" And with that he scrambled into the churn through the trap-door, and shut himself inside, just as the young woman's mother busted into the milk-house. "The villain - where is he?" says she, "I'll claw his face for'n, let me only catch him!" Well, she hunted about everywhere, ballyragging Jack by side and by seam, Jack lying a'most stifled inside the churn, and the poor maid - or young woman rather - standing at the door crying her eyes out. I shall never forget it, never! 'Twould have melted a marble stone! But she couldn't find him nowhere at all.'
“先生，你不知道，从前我们场里雇了一个搅黄油的工人，名字叫杰克·多洛普，那个婊子养的和梅尔斯托克的一个姑娘搞上了，他以前骗过许多姑娘，后来又把她给骗了。不过他这次遇上了不好对付的一种女人，我不是说的那个姑娘。那一天是耶稣升天节，我们都在这儿，就像现在一样，只是没有搅黄油，我们看见那个姑娘的妈向门口走过来，手里拿着一把包了铜皮的大雨伞，那把雨伞大得打得死一头牛。她嘴里说：‘杰克·多洛普在这儿干活儿吗？——我要找他！我找他算帐来了，这笔帐一定要算！’在母亲后面不远，跟着那个上当的姑娘，手里拿着手绢捂着脸，哭得好不伤心。‘哎呀，我的老天，这可糟了！’杰克从窗户里看见了她们，嘴里说。‘她会杀了我的！我躲到哪儿呢——躲到哪儿呢——？千万不要告诉她们我在这儿呀！’他说着话就打开搅黄油的机器的盖子，一头钻了进去，在里面把盖子盖上了，正在这时候，姑娘的妈也冲进了奶房。‘流氓——他躲到哪儿去了？’她说，‘只要我抓住了他，我非要把他的脸抓个稀烂！’她把里里外外都搜遍了，一边把杰克骂了个狗血淋头，而杰克躲在搅黄油的机器里，差一点没给闷死。那个可怜的姑娘——不如说是年轻的妇人——站在门边，把眼睛哭得又红又肿。那可怜的样子我一辈子也忘不了，一辈子也忘不了。就是一块大理石，看见了也会被融化的！不过她无论如何也没有找着他。”

The dairyman paused, and one or two words of comment came from the listeners.
奶牛场老板停了嘴，听故事的人说了一两句话加以评论。