For two years he had squired her about the County, to balls, fish fries, picnics and court days, never so often as the Tarleton twins or Cade Calvert, never so importunate as the younger Fontaine boys, but, still, never the week went by that Ashley did not come calling at Tara.
两年以来，都是他陪着她在县里各处走动，参加舞会、炸鱼宴、野餐，甚至法庭开庭日的听审，等等，虽然从来不像塔尔顿兄弟那样纷繁，也不像方丹家的年轻小伙儿那样纠缠不休，可每星期都要到塔拉农场来拜访，从未间断过。
True, he never made love to her, nor did the clear gray eyes ever glow with that hot light Scarlett knew so well in other men.
确实，他从来没有向她求过爱，他那清澈的眼睛也从来没有流露过像思嘉在其他男人身上熟悉的那种炽热的光芒。
And yet—and yet—she knew he loved her. She could not be mistaken about it. Instinct stronger than reason and knowledge born of experience told her that he loved her. Too often she had surprised him when his eyes were neither drowsy nor remote, when he looked at her with a yearning and a sadness which puzzled her. She knew he loved her. Why did he not tell her so? That she could not understand. But there were so many things about him that she did not understand.
可是仍然 8212;-仍然 8212;-思嘉知道他在爱她。在这点上她是不会错的。直觉比理智更可信赖，而从经验中产生的认识也告诉她他爱她。她几乎常常中他吃惊，那时他的眼睛显得既不朦胧也不疏远，带着热切而凄楚的神情望着她，使她不知所措。她知道他在爱她。他为什么不对她说明呢？这一点她无法理解。但是她无法理解他的地方还多着呢。
He was courteous always, but aloof, remote. No one could ever tell what he was thinking about, Scarlett least of all. In a neighborhood where everyone said exactly what he thought as soon as he thought it, Ashley’s quality of reserve was exasperating. He was as proficient as any of the other young men in the usual County diversions, hunting, gambling, dancing and politics, and was the best rider of them all; but he differed from all the rest in that these pleasant activities were not the end and aim of life to him. And he stood alone in his interest in books and music and his fondness for writing poetry.
他常常很客气，但又那么冷淡、疏远。谁也不明白他在想些什么，而思嘉是最不明白的。在那一带，人人都是一想到什么就说什么，因此艾希礼的谨慎性格便更加使人看不惯了。他对县里的种种娱乐，如打猎、赌博、跳舞和议论政治等方面，都跟任何别的青年人一样精通；可是他跟大家有不同之处，那就是这些愉快的活动对于他来说，都不是人生的目的。他仅仅对书本和音乐感兴趣，而且很爱写诗。