" What you admire there is nothing, " he said, pushing a secret spring which opened a hidden drawer.

“你欣赏的东西什么都没有，”他说，推了一个秘密的弹簧，打开了一个隐藏的抽屉。

He went to his escritoire and pressed a secret spring, and a drawer flew out, and he laid something on the table.

他走到他的写字台前， 按下一个秘密的弹簧， 一个抽屉飞了出来， 他在桌子上放了一样东西。

Their feelings, bruised, though they did not know it, but ever-living, were the secret spring of their existence, and made them curious exceptions in the midst of these other people whose lives were purely material.

他们的感情受到伤害，虽然他们自己并不知道，但却是永恒的，这是他们存在的秘密源泉，并使他们在这些生活纯粹是物质的人中成为奇怪的例外。