There were gifts for all her friends. But what had his wife left behind her for him?

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她为所有的朋友准备好礼物。但他太太为他留下了什么呢？

The Legacy

1 'For Sissy Miller.' Gilbert Clandon, taking up the pearl brooch that lay among a litter of rings and brooches on a little table in his wife's drawing-room, read the inscription: 'For Sissy Miller, with my love.'

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遗赠物

弗吉妮娅·伍尔芙

“给西瑟·米勒。”吉尔伯特·克兰登拿起放在太太客厅小桌子上那一堆戒指和胸针中的那枚珍珠胸针，念着上面的字：“给西瑟·米勒，谨致爱意。”

2 It was like Angela to have remembered even Sissy Miller, her secretary. Yet how strange it was, Gilbert Clandon thought once more, that she had left everything in such order — a little gift of some sort for every one of her friends. It was as if she had foreseen her death. Yet she had been in perfect health when she left the house that morning, six weeks ago; when she stepped off the kerb in Piccadilly and the car had killed her.

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她连自己的秘书西瑟·米勒都记在心里，安吉拉就是这样的人。可多奇怪，吉尔伯特·克兰登又一次想着，她居然把一切都安排得那么井然有序—— 每一位朋友都有一件小小的礼物。似乎她预见到了自己的死。可是，六个星期前，她在那天上午离家时身体很好, 正当她走下皮卡迪利大街的人行道时，一辆汽车把她撞死。

3 He was waiting for Sissy Miller. He had asked her to come; he owed her, he felt, after all the years she had been with them, this token of consideration. Yes, he went on, as he sat there waiting, it was strange that Angela had left everything in such order. Every friend had been left some little token of her affection. Every ring, every necklace, every little Chinese box — she had a passion for little boxes — had a name on it. To him, of course, she had left nothing in particular, unless it were her diary. Fifteen little volumes, bound in green leather, stood behind him on her writing table. Ever since they were married, she had kept a diary. Some of their very few — he could not call them quarrels, say tiffs — had been about that diary. When he came in and found her writing, she always shut it or put her hand over it. 'No, no, no,' he could hear her say, 'After I'm dead — perhaps.' So she had left it him, as her legacy. It was the only thing they had not shared when she was alive. But he had always taken it for granted that she would outlive him. If only she had stopped one moment, and had thought what she was doing, she would be alive now. But she had stepped straight off the kerb, the driver of the car had sa