I obeyed. Mr. Rochester stood in the gallery holding a light.
我照他说的做了。罗切斯特先生端着灯，站在走廊上。
"I want you," he said, "come this way, take your time, and make no noise."
"我需要你帮忙，"他说，"这边走，慢一点，别出声。"
My slippers were thin. I could walk the matted floor as softly as a cat.
我穿的是一双很薄的拖鞋。走在铺好席子的地板上，轻得像只猫。
He glided up the gallery and up the stairs, and stopped in the dark, low corridor of the fateful third storey.
他溜过走廊，上了楼梯，在多事的三楼幽暗低矮的走廊上，停住了脚步。
I had followed and stood at his side.
我尾随着，站在他旁边。
"Have you a sponge in your room?" he asked in a whisper. Yes, sir.
"你房间里有没有海绵？"他低声耳语道。有，先生。
Have you any salts — volatile salts? Yes.
有没有盐 — 易挥发的盐？有的。
Go back and fetch both.
回去把这两样都拿来。
I returned, sought the sponge on the washstand, the salts in my drawer, and once more retraced my steps. He still waited.
我回到房间，从脸盆架上找到了海绵，从抽屉里找到了食盐，并顺原路返回。他依旧等待着。
He held a key in his hand. Approaching one of the small, black doors, he put it in the lock; he paused, and addressed me again.
手里拿了把钥匙。他走近其中一扇黑色的小门，把钥匙插进锁孔，却又停下来同我说起话来。
You don't turn sick at the sight of blood?
见到血你不会恶心吧？
I think I shall not. I have never been tried yet.
我想不会吧，我从来没有经历过。
I felt a thrill while I answered him, but no coldness, and no faintness.
我回答时不觉毛骨愧然，不过没有打寒颤，也没有头晕。
"Just give me your hand," he said, "it will not do to risk a fainting fit." I put my fingers into his.
"把手伸给我，"他说，"可不能冒让你昏倒的危险。"我把手指放在他手里。
"Warm and steady," was his remark.
"温暖而沉着"便是他的评价。
