But he did not reply to my question. He merely said to me:"Water may also be good for the heart..."I did not understand this answer, but I said nothing. I knew very well that it was impossible to cross-examine him.
It was now the eighth day since I had had my accident in the desert, and I had listened to the story of the merchant as I was drinking the last drop of my water supply.
他却不答复我的题目，只是对我说：“水对心也是有好处的……”
"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..."I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment over that house. My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart...
When we had trudged along for several hours, in silence, the darkness fell, and the stars began to come out. Thirst had made me a little feverish, and I looked at them as if I were in a dream. The little prince’s last words came reeling back into my memory:"Then you are thirsty, too" I demanded.