《福尔摩斯探案集·斑点带子案》第22节
At Waterloo we were fortunate in catching a train for Leatherhead, where we hired a trap at the station inn and drove for four or five miles through the lovely Surrey lanes. It was a perfect day, with a bright sun and a few fleecy clouds in the heavens. The trees and wayside hedges were just throwing out their first green shoots, and the air was full of the pleasant smell of the moist earth. To me at least there was a strange contrast between the sweet promise of the spring and this sinister quest upon which we were engaged. My companion sat in the front of the trap, his arms folded, his hat pulled down over his eyes, and his chin sunk upon his breast, buried in the deepest thought. Suddenly, however, he started, tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed over the meadows. “Look there!” said he. A heavily timbered park stretched up in a gentle slope, thickening into a grove at the highest point. From amid the branches there jutted out the grey gables and high roof-tree of a very old mansion. “Stoke Moran?” said he. “Yes, sir, that be the house of Dr. Grimesby Roylott,” remarked the driver.
注释摘要
华生和福尔摩斯在滑铁卢车站赶上了一趟开往莱瑟黑德的火车，抵达后从车站旅馆雇了一辆双轮轻便马车，在萨里郡秀丽的乡间小路上驱车前行了四五英里。这一天天气极好，阳光明亮，天上飘着几朵白云，路旁的树木与树篱刚刚抽出第一批嫩绿的芽，空气里满是湿润泥土好闻的气息。华生特意写了一句：至少在他自己看来，春日如此甜蜜的生机，与他们此行所担负的那桩阴森任务之间，构成了一种奇异…