厨房头顶的灯光对于咖啡和白兰地来说太过明亮。弗朗西斯卡约翰，理查德约翰的妻子，想让它就这样亮着。弗朗斯西卡约翰，一个在晚饭后的时光里在草地上散步，正在迅速翻阅少女时代的梦想的女人，想把它关掉。一支蜡烛就足够了，但是那样做会显得太过分。他可能会产生错误的想法。她把洗涤池上厨房的小灯打开，关掉头顶的。这仍旧不够尽如人意，但是这比刚才要好。
他把杯子举到和肩齐平伸向她，“为了古老的夜晚和远方的音乐不知怎的，这些话让她倒吸一口冷气，但是她还是跟他碰了杯，尽管她想说，“为了古老的夜晚，为了遥远的音乐”，她却只是微微笑了一下。
他们俩都抽着烟，默默不语，喝着白兰地，喝着咖啡。田地里外有只野鸡在叫，小狗柯基杰克在外面的院子里吠了两声，蚊子试着冲向桌子旁的窗纱，有一只不长于思考，却相信自己本能飞蛾被洗涤池上的小灯引诱得团团转。
The overhead kitchen light was too bright for coffee and brandy.Francesca Johnson,Richard Johnson's wife, would leave it on. Francesca Johnson, a woman walking through after-supper grass and leafing through girlhood dreams, would turn it off.A candle was in order. But that would be too much. He might get the wrong idea. She put on the small light over the kitchen sink and turned off the overhead.It was still not perfect, but it was better.
He raised his glass to shoulder level and moved toward her."To ancient evenings and distant music,"She only smiled a little.
They both smoked, saying nothing,drinking brandy,drinking coffee.A pheasant called from the fields.Jack,the collie,barked twice out in the yard. Mosquitoes tested the window screen near the table,and a single moth circuitous of thought yet sure of instinct,was goaded by the sink light's possibilities.
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