Возвращение на родину

VI. A Conjuncture, and Its Result upon the Pedestrian

           Doyoumeantowaituntilmyhusbandisawake?”

           “Ithoughttospeaktohim;butitisunnecessary,Eustacia,ifIoffendyoubynotforgettingyou,youarerighttomentionit;butdonottalkofspurning.”

           Shedidnotreply,andtheystoodlookingmusinglyatClymashesleptoninthatprofoundsleepwhichistheresultofphysicallabourcarriedonincircumstancesthatwakenonervousfear.

           “God,howIenvyhimthatsweetsleep!”saidWildeve.“IhavenotsleptlikethatsinceIwasaboy—yearsandyearsago.”

           Whiletheythuswatchedhimaclickatthegatewasaudible,andaknockcametothedoor.Eustaciawenttoawindowandlookedout.

           Hercountenancechanged.Firstshebecamecrimson,andthentheredsubsidedtillitevenpartiallyleftherlips.

           “ShallIgoaway?”saidWildeve,standingup.

           “Ihardlyknow.”

           “Whoisit?”

           “Mrs.Yeobright.O,whatshesaidtomethatday!Icannotunderstandthisvisit—whatdoesshemean?Andshesuspectsthatpasttimeofours.”

           “Iaminyourhands.IfyouthinkshehadbetternotseemehereI’llgointothenextroom.”

           “Well,yes—go.”

           Wildeveatoncewithdrew;butbeforehehadbeenhalfaminuteintheadjoiningapartmentEustaciacameafterhim.

           “No,”shesaid,“wewon’thaveanyofthis.Ifshecomesinshemustseeyou—andthinkifshelikesthere’ssomethingwrong!ButhowcanIopenthedoortoher,whenshedislikesme—wishestoseenotme,butherson?Iwon’topenthedoor!”

           Mrs.Yeobrightknockedagainmoreloudly.

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