把牙都拔掉吧，丽尔，换一副好的。 

他说，看你那样子真叫人受不了。 

连我也受不了，我说，你替艾伯特想想， 

他当兵四年啦，他得找点乐趣， 

如果你不给他，还有别人呢，我说。 

呵，是吗，她说。差不多吧，我说。 

那我知道该谢谁啦，她说，直看着我。 

快走吧，到时候了 

你不爱这种事也得顺着点，我说。 

要是你不能，别人会来接你哩。 

等艾伯特跑了，可别怪我没说到。 

你也不害臊，我说，弄得这么老相。 

（论年纪她才三十一岁）。 

没有法子，她说，愁眉苦脸的， 

是那药丸子打胎打的，她说。 

（她已生了五个，小乔治几乎送了她的命。） 

医生说就会好的，可是我大不如从前了。 

你真是傻瓜，我说。 

要是艾伯特不肯罢休，那怎么办，我说。 

你不想生孩子又何必结婚？ 

快走吧，到时候了 

对，那礼拜天艾伯特在家，做了熏火腿， 

他们请我吃饭，要我乘热吃那鲜味—— 

快走吧，到时候了 

快走吧，到时候了 

晚安，比尔。晚安，娄。晚安，梅。晚安。 

再见。晚安。晚安。 

晚安，夫人们，晚安，亲爱的，晚安，晚安。 

ii. a game of chess 

the chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,

glowed on the marble, where the glass

held up by standards wrought with fruited vines

from which a golden cupidon peeped out  

(another hid his eyes behind his wing)

doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra

reflecting light upon the table as

the glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,

from satin cases poured in rich profusion;

in vials of ivory and coloured glass

unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,

unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused

and drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air

that freshened from the window, these ascended  

in fattening the prolonged candle-flames,

flung their smoke into the laquearia,

stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.

huge sea-wood fed with copper

burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,

in which sad light a carved dolphin swam.

above the antique mantel was displayed

as though a window gave upon the sylvan scene

the change of philomel, by the barbarous king

so rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 

filled all the desert with inviolable voice

and still she cried, and still the world pursues,

"jug jug" to dirty ears.

and other withered stumps of time

were told upon the walls; staring forms

leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.

footsteps shuffled on the stair.

under the firelight, under the brush, her hair

spread out in fiery points

glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

"my nerves are bad to-night. yes, bad. stay with me.