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"No, master," my father said to him, starting on again; "you still have many sons, scattered about the world, who remember you, as I have always remembered you."
“不，先生！”父亲说着一边向前走。“先生有许多孩子呢！那许多孩子散布在世界上，和我一样都记忆着先生呢！”
"No, no," replied the master sadly; "I have no longer a school; I have no longer any sons. And without sons, I shall not live much longer. My hour will soon strike."
先生悲伤地说：“不，不！我没有学校没有孩子了！没有孩子是不能生存的。我的末日大约就到了吧！”
"Do not say that, master; do not think it," said my father. "You have done so much good in every way! You have put your life to such a noble use!"
“请不要说这样的话！先生已做过许多好事，把一生用在很高尚的事情上了！”
The aged master inclined his hoary head for an instant on my father's shoulder, and pressed myhand. We entered the station. The train was on the point of starting.
老先生把那白发的头靠在父亲肩上，又把我的手紧紧握住。到车站时，火车快要开了。
"Farewell, master!" said my father, kissing him on both cheeks.
“再会！先生！”父亲在老人顿上接吻告别。
"Farewell! thanks! farewell!" replied the master, taking one of my father's hands in his two trembling hands, and pressing it to his heart.
“再会！谢谢你！再会！’宁人用颤动着的两手捧住了父亲的一只手贴在胸前。
Then I kissed him and felt that his face was bathed in tears. My father pushed me into the railway carriage, and at the moment of starting he quickly removed the coarse cane from the schoolmaster's hand, and in its place he put his own handsome one, with a silver handle and his initials, saying, "Keep it in memory of me."
我和老先生接吻时，老先生的脸上已满是眼泪了。父亲把我先推火车内。车要开动的时候，从老人的手中取过手杖，把自己执着的镶着银头刻有自己名氏的华美的手杖给了老人：“请取了这个，当做我的纪念！”
