The elevator man turned his head and winked at me. I grinned.

电梯工转过头冲我使了个眼色。我咧嘴一笑。

Downstairs a trim, well-dressed, attractive woman stepped into the elevator and smiled radiantly upon the elevator man, who had smiled first.

楼下，一位衣冠楚楚、衣冠楚楚、风度翩翩的女子走进电梯，冲着首先微笑的电梯人灿烂地笑了笑。

Anthony recollected, without humor, a hoary jest about the elevator man's career being a matter of ups and downs—it was, at any rate, an enclosed life of infinite dreariness.

安东尼毫无幽默地回忆起一个老掉牙的玩笑，说电梯工的职业生涯起伏不定——无论如何，这是一种无限沉闷的封闭生活。