I thought that he was making fun of me， and I ran into Monsieur Hamel’s little yard all out of breath.

　　当我跑着穿过广场的时候，正在布告栏前和徒弟一起看布告的瓦克特尔铁匠朝我高喊：“小家伙，不用赶得那么急；你去得再晚也不会迟到的！”我以为他在跟我开玩笑，便上气不接下气地跑进阿麦尔先生的小教室。

　　Usually， at the beginning of school， there was a great uproar[喧嚣] which could be heard in the street， desks opening and closing， lessons repeated aloud in unison[一致]， with our ears stuffed in order to learn quicker， and the teacher’s stout ruler beating on the desk：

　　“A little more quiet！”

　　往常，开始上课的时候，总是一片乱哄哄的嘈杂声，斜面课桌的开关声，同学们一起捂住耳朵高声背诵课文的声音，街上都听得见。先生的大戒尺敲打着课桌：“安静一点！”

　　I counted on all this noise to reach my bench unnoticed； but as it happened， that day everything was quiet， like a Sunday morning. Through the open window I saw my comrades already in their places， and Monsieur Hamel walking back and forth[向前] with the terrible iron ruler under his arm. I had no open the door and enter， in the midst of that perfect silence. You can imagine whether I blushed[羞愧] and whether I was afraid！

　　我打算趁这片嘈杂声，偷偷地溜到我的座位上去。可是，这一天不同于往常，一切都很安静，就像是星期天的早晨。透过敞开的窗户，我看见同学们已经整整齐齐地坐在他们的座上，阿麦尔先生腋下夹着那把可怕的铁戒尺，来回地踱着步子。必须推开教室门，在这一片静谧中走进教室。你们想一想，当时我是多么尴尬，多么害怕！

　　But no！ Monsieur Hamel looked at me with no sign of anger and said very gently：

　　“Go at once to your seat， my little Frantz； we were going to begin without you.”

　　可是，没有。阿麦尔先生看着我，没有生气，而是非常温和地对我说：“快点回到座位上，我的小弗朗茨；我们就要开始上课了。”

　　I stepped over the bench and sat down at once at my desk. Not until then， when I had partly recovered from my fright， did I notice that our teacher had on his handsome blue coat， his plaited ruff， and the black silk embroidered breeches， which he wore only on days of inspection or of distribution of prizes. Moreover，