有点遗憾电影把小说结局那段去掉了，WILBY和GRANT在那段的表演都很好的说。
这是小说的结局，自己译的，因为文先生的版本看得我头大。若有错误的话请指出撒－。－
“我？真让人惊讶你把这些想法怪罪于我，”CLIVE回答道。他让这晚辈的智力腐败了吗？他意识不到他和MAURICE同样都是从2年前的CLIVE转变来的，一个由社会地位，另外一个由叛经离道，而他们以后也必将不同。这是个脏水坑，里面一点味道都会在选举上把他毁了。但他一定不能在自己的责任面前退缩。他必须拯救他的老朋友。一种英雄气概慢慢涌了上来，他开始想怎样能让SCUDDER保持沉默，他会不会敲诈一把。现在讨论办法和手段都太晚了，于是他邀请MAURICE下周去他城里的俱乐部吃晚饭。
回答的是笑声。他一直很喜欢他朋友的笑声，此刻这代表幸福与安全的柔和低笑让他安下心来。“就这样，”他说，甚至把手伸到了月桂树丛里。“这可比做个说服不了你我的冗长演讲好多了。”他最后一句是“下周三，定好在7点45，如你所知小礼服就够了。”
这是他说的最后几个字，因为MAURICE大概已经消失了，只有一小撮夜来香花瓣像燃尽的火一样哀伤的躺在地上，这是他唯一来过的痕迹。直到生命结束CLIVE也不清楚他离开的确切时间，而且随着年纪的增长他都不确定那一刻是不是真的发生过。蓝色的屋子发着微光，蕨类随风涌动。他的朋友在剑桥的阳光下向他点头，散发着5月那学期的香气与笑语。
但在那时他只是感觉被无礼的举动冒犯到，与以前发生类似的事做了下比较。他没发觉这是终结，没有黎明或妥协，他再也不会与MAURICE有交集，也没再和见过他的人说过话。他在小巷里等了一会就回房子里了，去校对他的稿子，再编些借口对安妮瞒下真相。
I? Its appalling you should attribute such thoughts to me, pursued Clive. Had he corrupted an inferiors intellect? He could not realize that he and Maurice were alike descended from the Clive of two years ago, the one by respectability, the other by rebellion, nor that they must differentiate further. It was a cesspool, and one breath from it at the election would ruin him. But he must not shrink from his duty. He must rescue his old friend. A feeling of heroism stole over him; and he began to wonder how Scudder could be silenced and whether he would prove extortionate. It was too late to discuss ways and means now, so he invited Maurice to dine with him the following week in his club up in town.
A laugh answered. He had always liked his friend's laugh, and at such a moment the soft rumble of it reassured him; it suggested happiness and security. "That's right," he said, and went so far as to stretch his hand into a bush of laurels. "That's better than making me a speech, which convinces neither yourself nor me." His last words were "Next Wednesday, say at 7.45. Dinner-jacket's enough, as you know."
They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire. To the end of his life Clive was not sure of the exact moment of departure, and with the approach of old age he grew uncertain whether the moment had yet oc-curred. The Blue Room would glimmer, ferns undulate. some external Cambridge his friend began beckoning to him, clothed in the sun, and shaking out the scents and sounds of the May term.
But at the time he was merely offended at a discourtesy, and compared it with similar lapses in the past.He did not realize that this was the end, without twilight or compromise, that he should never cross Maurice's track again, nor speak to those who had seen him. He waited for a little in the alley, then re-turned to the house, to correct his proofs and to devise some method of concealing the truth from Anne.
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