Червоне та чорне

The Ball

           Mathildesawclearlythatshehaddisturbedhim,andthathewouldhavepreferredtohavegoneonthinkingaboutwhathehadbeenengrossedinbeforeherarrival,tospeakingtoher.Afterlookingathimforsometimeshewentslowlyaway.Julienwatchedherwalk.Heenjoyedthecontrastofherpresentdresswiththeelegantmagnificenceofthepreviousnight.Thedifferencebetweenthetwoexpressionswasequallystriking.TheyounggirlwhohadbeensohaughtyattheDukedeRetz’sball,had,atthepresentmoment,analmostplaintiveexpression."Asamatteroffact,"saidJulientohimself,"thatblackdressmakesthebeautyofherfigureallthemorestriking.Shehasaqueenlycarriage;butwhyissheinmourning?"

           "IfIasksomeonethereasonforthismourning,theywillthinkIamputtingmyfootinitagain."Julienhadnowquiteemergedfromthedepthofhisenthusiasm."ImustreadoveragainallthelettersIhavewrittenthismorning.GodknowshowmanymissedoutwordsandblundersIshallfind.Ashewasforcinghimselftoconcentratehismindonthefirstoftheselettersheheardtherustleofasilkdressnearhim.Hesuddenlyturnedround,mademoiselledelaMolewastwoyardsfromhistable,shewassmiling.ThissecondinterruptionputJulienintoabadtemper.Mathildehadjustfullyrealizedthatshemeantnothingtothisyoungman.Hersmilewasintendedtohideherembarrassment;shesucceededindoingso.

           "Youareevidentlythinkingofsomethingveryinteresting,MonsieurSorel

Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 411 з 702