Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down, and motioned Behrman into the other room.

他们上楼以后，Johnsy 正睡着觉。Sue 把窗帘拉下，一直遮住窗台，做手势叫 Behrman 到隔壁屋子里去。

" You are just like a woman! " yelled Behrman.

“你就像个女人一样！ ” 贝尔曼喊道。

Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room.

苏把窗帘拉到窗台上， 示意贝尔曼到另一个房间去。

Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe.

贝尔曼，我相信他的名字是——某种艺术家。

Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

贝尔曼穿着他的旧蓝色衬衫， 以隐士矿工的身份坐在一个倒置的岩石水壶上。

Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe.

贝尔曼是个失败的画家。他操了四十年的画笔，还远没有摸着艺术女神的衣裙。

A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

贝尔曼穿着他的旧的蓝衬衣，坐在一把翻过来充当岩石的铁壶上，扮作隐居的矿工。