中断了一段时间，就从这儿开始吧

 

The next evening was dard and cloudy;  a storm threatenned and already the first drops of rain were falling. Mr and  Mrs  Bumble walked up the main street of the town, then turned towards a group of ruined old houses next to the river. Mr Bumble went first, carrying a dim light, and his wife followed closely behind. At the oldest and most ruined building, they stopped and Mr Bumble took out his piece of paper. The first distant crash of thunder shook the air, and the rain began to pour down heavily . Then they heard Monks calling out of an upstairs window.

 

"Is that the man?"  Mrs Bumble asked her husband.

 

'Yes.'

 

'Then be careful to say as little as you can . Don't tell him I'm you wife.'