The door opened,and the light changed in the room;
one of the incomers ˈɪnˌkʌməz来人 was carrying a lamp,which he put down on the sideboard餐具柜. Lyra could see his legs,in their dark green trousersˈtraʊzəz裤子 and shinyˈʃaɪni锃亮的 black shoes.It was a servantˈsɜːvənt仆人.
Then a deep voice said, “Has Lord Asriel arrived yet?”
It was the Master. As Lyra held her breath屏住呼吸, she saw the servant's daemon (a dog, like all servants' daemons) trot trɒt小跑in and sit quietly at his feet, and then the Master's feet became visibleˈvɪzəbl看得见的 too, in the shabbyˈʃæbi 破旧的black shoes he always wore.
“No, Master,”said the Butlerˈbʌtlə(r)管家. “No word from the aerodock, either.”
“I expect he'll be hungry when he arrives. Show him straight into Hall, will you?” “Very good, Master.”
“And you've decanted dɪˈkæntɪd(把液体，尤指酒)倒入some of the special Tokay for him?”
“Yes, Master. The 1898, as you ordered.His Lordship大人 is very partialˈpɑːʃl热爱 钟爱to that, I remember.” “Good. Now leave me, please.”
“Do you need the lamp, Master?”
“Yes, leave that too. Look in during dinner to trim trɪm修饰 it, will you?”
The Butlerˈbʌtlə(r)管家 bowed baʊd鞠躬 slightly and turned to leave, his daemon trottingˈtrɒtɪŋ小步快跑 obediently əˈbiːdiəntli顺从地 after him. From her not-much-of-a-hiding place Lyra watched as the Master went to a large oak əʊk橡木 wardrobeˈwɔːdrəʊb衣柜衣橱 in the corner of the room, took his gown ɡaʊn长袍 from a hangerˈhæŋə(r)衣架, and pulled it
laboriously ləˈbɔːrɪəsli费力地 on. The Master had been a powerful man, but he was
well over远远超过 seventy now, and his movements were stiff stɪf 僵硬的and slow.The Master's daemon had the form of a raven ˈreɪvn渡鸦 ,and as soon as his robe rəʊb长袍 was on, she jumped down from the wardrobeˈwɔːdrəʊb衣柜衣橱 and settled in her accustomed əˈkʌstəmd习惯的 place on his right shoulder.
Lyra could feel Pantalaimon bristlingˈbrɪslɪŋ (背部或颈部的毛因惊吓或发怒)竖起，耸起with anxiety æŋˈzaɪəti 焦虑害怕,though he made no sound没有发出声音. For herself, she was pleasantly excited兴奋的.
