It was a fine meerschaum, admirably colored to a black the shade of its owner's teeth, but sweet-smelling, gracefully curved, at home in its master's hand, and completing his physiognomy.

那是一只非常漂亮的海泡石烟斗；已和它的主人的牙齿一样被熏得乌黑，可是它香味芬芳，弯弯的，和它主人的手已，也为它主人的外貌生色。

Then, as if reproaching himself for the longing that he could not repress, he went and kissed the two tousled heads upon the pillow, took down his seldom–used meerschaum, and opened his Plato.

然就像是为了无法抑制思念之情而责备自己，去吻了枕头上两个头发凌乱的小脑袋，取下很少使用的海泡石烟斗，翻开的柏拉图的著作。

Then, as if reproaching himself for the longing that he could not repress, he went and kissed the two tousled heads upon the pillow, took down his seldom-used meerschaum, and opened his Plato.

然，仿佛在责备自己无法抑制的渴望，去在枕头上吻了吻两个乱糟糟的脑袋，取下很少用的海泡石，打开了的柏拉图。

Books and papers everywhere, a broken meerschaum, and an old flute over the mantlepiece as if done with, a ragged bird without any tail chirped on one window seat, and a box of white mice adorned the other.

到处都是书籍和文件，一只破损的海泡石，壁炉架上的一只旧笛子好像已用完了，一只破烂的没有尾巴的鸟在一个靠窗的座位上叽叽喳喳地叫着，另一个靠窗的座位上装饰着一盒白老鼠。