欧亨利短篇小说《TheLastLeaf》(《最后一片常青藤叶》(16)

第二天，医生对苏说：“她已经脱离危险，你成功了。现在，你只需要好好护理，给她足够的营养就行了。”
And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all.
"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn"t imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colours mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn"t you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it"s Behrman"s masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell." 那天下午，苏跑到床边，琼西靠在那儿，心满意足地在织一条毫无用处的深蓝色户巾，苏艾连枕头把她一把抱住。