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He did not undress
天波轮 发表于 2012/5/12 15:16:00 |
He did not undress, but walked up and down with his regular tread over the resounding parquet of the dining room, where one lamp was burning; over the carpet of the dark drawing room, in which the light was reflected merely on the big new portrait of himself hanging over the sofa; and across her boudoir, where two candles burned, lighting up the portraits of her parents and feminine friends, and the pretty knickknacks of her writing table, every one of which he knew so well. He walked across her boudoir to the bedroom door and turned back again.
At each turn in his walk, especially on the parquet of the well-lit dining room, he halted and said to himself, `Yes, this I must decide and put a stop to; I must express my view of it and my decision.' And he turned back again. `But just what shall I express? And what decision?' he would say to himself in the drawing room - and found no answer. `But, after all,' he asked himself before turning into the boudoir,' what has occurred? Nothing. She was talking a long while with him.Kids Supra Skytop Shoes But what of that? Surely women in society can talk to whom they please. And then, jealousy means debasing both her and myself,' he soliloquized as he entered her boudoir; but this dictum, which had always had such weight with him before, had now no weight and no meaning whatsoever. And from the bedroom door he turned back again; but as he entered the dark drawing room some inner voice told him that it was not so, and that if others had noticed, it meant that there was something.supra tk society And he said to himself again in the dining room: `Yes, I must decide and put a stop to it, and express my views....' And again at the turn in the drawing room he asked himself: `Decide how?' And again he asked inwardly: `What has occurred?' And answered: `Nothing,' and recollected that jealousy was a feeling insulting to his wife; but again in the drawing room he was convinced that something had happened. His thoughts, like his body, were describing a complete circle, without alighting upon anything new. He noticed this, rubbed his forehead, and sat down in her boudoir. |
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