Looking again at him, her eyes became so sentimentally fixed on his face that it seemed as if she could not withdraw them. There lay, in the shape of an Antinous, no amoroso, no gallant, but a guileless philosopher.

再看他的时候，她的目光，定格在他的脸上，多愁善感，似乎无法收回。那里躺着，以安提诺斯 (Antinous) 的形象出现，没有爱情，没有豪爽，而是一个天真无邪的哲学家。