欧亨利短篇小说《TheLastLeaf》(《最后一片常青藤叶》(8)

哟，我从没听到这样荒唐的话。”苏装出满不在乎的样子数落地说，“老藤叶同你的病有什么相干？你一向很喜欢那株常春藤，得啦，你这淘气的姑娘。别发傻啦。我倒忘了，大夫今天早晨告诉你，你很快康复的机会是——让我想想，他是怎么说的——他说你好的希望是十比一！哟，那几乎跟我们在 纽约搭街车或者走过一幛新房子的工地一样，碰到意外的时候很少。现在喝一点儿汤吧。让苏艾继续画图，好卖给编辑先生，换了钱给她的病孩子买点儿红葡萄酒，也买些猪排填填她自己的馋嘴。”
“你不用再买什么酒啦。”琼西说，仍然凝视着窗外，“又掉了一片。不，我不要喝汤。只剩四片了。我希望在天黑之前看到最后的藤叶飘下来。那时候我也该去了。”
“琼西，亲爱的，”苏弯着身子对她说，“你能不能答应我，在我画完之前，别睁开眼睛，别瞧窗外？那些图画我明天得交。我需要光线，不然我早就把窗帘拉下来了。”
"Couldn"t you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly.
"I"d rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don"t want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."
"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I"m tired of waiting. I"m tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I"ll not be gone a minute. Don"t try to move "til I come back." 你不能到另一间屋子里去画吗？”琼西冷冷地问道。