From this day on, Mr. Nissim Bernard must come here for lunch every day, without interruption (just like someone who supports a supporting actress, who has a great personality, but expects to be nurtured by Degas in her mind). Mr. Nissim Bernard was so excited that he watched the teenager's every move in the dining room, and his gaze continued to follow the sight of him shooting into the distance, where, under the palm tree, a woman cashier was sitting on a high ground. The young man was busy and busy, serving the people, but since Mr. Nissim Bernard had stolen him, he had not served Mr. Nissim Bernard so intimately. Perhaps the boy thought that it was not necessary to be as attentive to a man whom he felt he was fully admired, or to others. Perhaps he was annoyed by this kind of love, or he was worried that if things were revealed, he would lose other opportunities. However, this cold attitude won the hearts of Nissim Bernard because of its profound implications. Perhaps because of the hebrew's ancestral consciousness, or because of the blasphemy of Christian sentiments, he was particularly fond of religious rituals in Rahin's plays, whether Jewish or Catholic. Had he experienced the scenes of Estelle or Adali, he would have regretted that he was born at an untimely time and that he had no chance to get acquainted with the author Jean Racine for centuries, so that he could not get a more important role for his beloved son. However, no writer ever wrote about lunch ceremonies, and he was content to get along with the manager and Amy so that the "young Jew" could get what he wanted, be promoted, be a half-lady leader, or be a real leader. They sealed him a drink manager's seat. But Mr. Bernard forced him to refuse the position, because he came here, and he could no longer watch the young man busy in the green restaurant every day, nor could he serve as an outsider. Mr. Bernard enjoyed it so much that he came to Barbeck every year and never had lunch in his apartment. For the former habit, Block thought it was only because he preferred the coast, the sunny sunshine and the sunset had a poetic and picturesque taste, while the latter habit was a lonely old man's deep habit.

Nissim Bernard's friends and relatives are all wrong. Mr. Bernard will come to Barbeck every year. In the words of Mrs. Block, who is full of scholarship, he always likes to go out for picnics. They are not aware of the real reason. But to be honest, their mistakes are more profound, but they belong to the second place. The authenticity of bits*. Because Mr. Nissim Bernard himself did not know what his nostalgia and eccentricity would infiltrate. He missed the beach of Barbeck, the restaurant and the sea, and developed various eccentricities to adopt another type of young dancers for fun. But this kind of dancing mouse lacked a Degas-style role. It's a pity that the waiters are all girls. The Barbeck Hotel is a theatre, and he maintains an excellent relationship with the theatre's manager, director and stage supervisor, Emmy *, who plays such a role in the whole situation and whose duties are not very clear. One day they will conspire to usurp an important role, perhaps as a head waiter. In spite of Mr. Nissim Bernard's poetic interest and his calm and sober meditation, there are certain characteristics of a man with a whining voice, such as Swan in the past, who will meet his mistress once he returns to the upper class. As soon as Nissim Bernard was seated, he could see his lover appearing on the stage with a tray of fruit or cigars. In this way, every morning, he first kissed his niece and asked my good friend Block about his creation. Then he put the sugar on his palm and fed it to the horses one by one. Then he rushed to the hotel in a hurry to have lunch. Even if there was a fire in the house and his niece was robbed, he might follow suit. For this reason, he was deeply afraid of cold, just as he was afraid of plague. He was afraid that he would be bedridden because of his suspicious illness. He had to send the young friend to his house before he had dinner.

Besides, he also missed the maze-like corridors, secret rooms, salons, cloakrooms, dining rooms and verandas in the Barbeck Hotel. Because of the influence of the Oriental ancestral customs, he still loved the harem. When he came out of the hotel at dusk, he could always find him sneaking around the corner of the hotel.

Mr. Nissim Bernard even ventured into the basement to probe his brain and tried every means to avoid being discovered and causing scandals. This search for a levy boy reminds us of the poems in Jewish Woman:

Ah, God of our fathers, Catcher in the Rye

Coming to our midst,

Protect our secrets,

Don't be found by evil spirits!

(1) A group of people listed by color.

At this point, I went upstairs to the room of my two sisters, who came to Barbeck as maids accompanying an elderly foreign wife. In Hotel jargon, they were called messengers, and Franoise called them "errands" because he thought they were just errands. The hotel is a typical saying, still in the era of singing "This is a diplomatic envoy".

Despite the difficulties in visiting each other, I quickly established friendship with the two young girls, pure as it was, but full of passion. One of them is Miss Mary Chinnest, the other is Miss Celeste Albalay, born in the middle of France, at the foot of the lofty mountains, a small stream is flowing and waterfalls (the water flows through their house, where a water cart rotates all the year round, but has been destroyed many times due to the flooding of the river) seem to have caused her. The nature of our nature. Mary Hinest is particularly prominent, she is quick and unstable; Celeste Albale is timid and lazy, like a lake, but impulsive and horrible, and the rage is reminiscent of floods, whirlpools, sweeping everything away and destroying everything. They often come to see me early in the morning when I'm still in bed. I have never seen such stubborn and ignorant people as them. They certainly did not learn much at school, but they spoke with such a strong literary flavor. If they did not have such a natural barbaric tone, people would have mistaken them for saying so intentionally. Their words are vulgar, and I do not want to modify them here. It seems that there are both praise and criticism (not praise me, but praise Celeste's genius). Although they are not true, their feelings are very sincere. Seeing me making croissants with milk, Celeste said to me, "Ah!" Little Black Devil, with jay-haired hair, oh, how smart and cunning! I don't know what your mother thought when you came out of your mother's womb. You, take off a bird. Look, Mary. Look at him like this, poking his hair and twisting his neck. Anyone who sees him will say he's very flexible! He moves so lightly that he is learning to fly. Ah! You are so lucky that the people who made you are born in the nest of the rich. Otherwise, what will happen if you spend so much money like you? Look, the croissant just touched out of bed and he threw it away. Oh, he spilled milk again. Wait a minute. I'll tie you a napkin. You can't even use it. I've never seen such a silly and stupid person as you. At this time, we often hear Mary Hinest's more normal, turbulent sound of rapids, she angrily scolded her sister: "Come on, Celeste, don't shut up yet?" Are you crazy to talk to your husband like that? Celeste laughed; and I always hated being tied up with napkins, but she said, "No, Mary, look at him like that. Oh, he's as straight as a standing snake. A poisonous snake, I'll tell you." Then she used animal metaphors in a random way. According to her, people couldn't figure out when I was sleeping. I flew like a butterfly all night, and in the daytime, I acted like a squirrel. You know, Mary, as we've seen in our hometown, is so flexible that she can't keep up with her eyes. But Celeste, you know he doesn't like napkins when he eats. It's not that he doesn't like it, but that others can't change his will. He's a gentleman, and he wants to put on a gentleman's airs. If necessary, sheet beds are changed one after another. Today, sheets have just been changed, but they have to be changed again. Ah! I'm right. He was not born to suffer. Look, he was so angry that his hair stood up like a bird's feather. Poor fur duster!" Not only was Mary reluctant to hear that, but I refused to accept it, because I didn't think I was a gentleman at all. But I was so modest that Celeste never believed in sincerity and interrupted me: "Ah! Slipper, ah! Sweet words, ah! Yin - dangerous and hot! Cunning and vicious! Ah! Moliere?" (The only thing she knows about the writer's name is that she uses it on my head to show that she can write and act as well.) Celeste!" Mary shouted in a wild voice. She did not know Moliere's name and was worried about what insult it was. Celeste smiled again indifferently: "Didn't you see his hour's picture in the drawer? He always wants us to believe that he always wears ordinary clothes. But in the picture, he was holding a small walking stick, covered in fur and lace, and even the prince could not see the dust. But compared with the prince's incomparable dignity and gentle kindness, it's not worth mentioning. "Oh," cried Mary in a torrent, "you're turning up his drawer now." To calm Mary's inner panic, I asked her what she thought of Mr. Nissim Bernard's behaviour. Ah! Sir, before, I didn't believe that there was such a thing in the world. I didn't understand it until I came here. Then she took Celeste for a second and said something more profound: "Ah! Sir, nobody knows what will happen in his life." I changed the subject and talked to her about my father's life. He's been working night and day all his life. Ah! Sir, in this way of life, I can't get anything, I don't have a minute's leisure, I don't have a little enjoyment; everything is sacrificed for others, it's a lifetime for nothing. Even the most insignificant trifles will be well known, as if his every move is to mobilize the whole aristocracy of France, even the elegance of the Pyrenees Mountains.

I was so disfigured that I was embarrassed that I could not speak; Celeste thought it was another trick: "Ah! The head seems so pure, but how many things are hidden in the skull, the face is kind and full of spirit, like an open almond, slim and smooth hands, furry, nails as sharp as claws... Look, Mary, look at the way he drinks milk. It's so pious that I can't help praying. What a serious look! Now it's time to take a picture of him. He's like a child. Is it because you drink milk like them that you can keep your skin as smooth and shiny as they do? Ah! How young! Ah! What beautiful skin! You will never grow old. Fortunately for you, you never need to direct others, because your two eyes are good at imposing your will. Look at him getting angry again. He stood up, straight and clear."

Franois didn't like these two women coming to talk to me like that at all. She called them fraudsters. The manager always assigns his assistants to monitor what happens in the store. He even seriously points out to me that chatting with the maid is harmful to the dignity of the guests. However, I think these two "fraudsters" are superior to all the female guests in the hotel, so they just sneer at the manager, thinking that no matter how I explain them, he can't understand. In this way, the two sisters often come to our place." Look, Mary, how beautiful his lines are. Ah, the best and most beautiful portraits are more beautiful than the most precious paintings seen in the window, for he can move, speak and listen to him, and he can't hear enough in a few days and nights.

It was a miracle that a foreign wife could take them away. They know neither history nor geography. With self-confidence, they hate the British, Germans, Russians, Italians and all foreign "bugs". They like only the French, but there are exceptions. Their faces are completely moist and plasticity in the clay of their rivers. When people talk about a foreigner in a hotel, Celeste and Mary imitate the tone of a foreigner. Their faces, mouths and eyes suddenly change, and they lose a foreigner's face and a stage mask appear one after another. I'm so amazed that I can't hide it. Celeste even pretended to repeat the conversation of the manager or one of my friends, but the repetition was filled with a lot of fabricated words, and made a mockery of them, describing the defects of Block or the chief dean to the utmost. She seems to be reporting on some ordinary errand she is willing to undertake, but what she can depict is a portrait that is difficult to describe. They never read books or newspapers. But one day, they found a book in my bed. This is St. Lege. A collection of poetry by Saint Lege is wonderful, but more abstruse. Celeste read a few pages and said to me, "Are you sure it's a poem, not a riddle?" This is evident to a man who, as a child, only read the poem "All the Cloves in the World Die". There is a lack of transition. I think their stubbornness in learning nothing is partly attributed to the ignorance of their hometown. However, they are not lack of poets'talent and modesty, while poets often do not know themselves. The reason for this is that Celeste sometimes makes amazing witty remarks. I don't remember them for a while. When I ask her to say it again, she is absolutely sure that she forgot it herself. They intend never to read, and naturally they will never have the beauty of a book.

Franois was thrilled to hear that the two sisters, so ordinary, had two remarkable brothers, one married the niece of Archbishop Tour and the other married a relative of Bishop Rhodes. But for the manager, it doesn't interest him at all. Celeste often complains that her husband doesn't understand her, but I wonder how her husband can tolerate her. Sometimes she gets angry and trembles all over. It's so annoying what she bumps into. People say that human blood is a salty liquid, and this fluid is only the core residue of primitive marine elements. I also think Celeste retains the rhythm of her native stream not only in moments of anger, but also in moments of depression. When she was exhausted, she also showed the dry state of the river. She really had no vitality. At this point, nothing can bring her back to life. Suddenly, in her long, light, graceful body, the cycle began again. The river runs through her fair, transparent and slightly blue skin. She smiled in the sunshine and became bluer and bluer. At this time, she became a true blue sky Celeste.

Celeste means "heavenly, heavenly"

Although the Brock family never doubted the reason why his uncle never had lunch at home, they initially decided that it was just a quirk of a single old man, perhaps because he had an affair with a female actor who had to do so, for the manager of the Barbeck Hotel, everything about Mr. Nissem Bernard. They are "taboos" and can not be criticized. That's why the manager didn't even mention the niece to her uncle. He didn't dare to blame her because he thought twice about it. He just took care of her carefully. The young girl and her girlfriend first thought for a few days that they would be banished from the casino of the Grand Hotel, but later they saw that everything had been properly settled and were unhappy, so they showed off to the parents who had left them aside, showing that they would never be punished and could do whatever they wanted. There is no doubt that they will not be able to do that kind of thing in the eyes of the public and arouse people's indignation. However, they inadvertently resumed their old ways. One night, I walked out of the casino with Albertina and Block, whom we met, the lights were out for most of the time, and they came walking up with their arms around their waists. They kept hugging and kissing each other. When they came to us, they were grotesque and laughing and their voices were low. Brock lowered his eyes so as not to show that he had recognized his sister, but I was very distressed at the thought that this awful special language might be directed at Albertina.

Another unexpected incident has raised my concerns about Gomer's side. I found a beautiful young woman on the beach. She was slender, fair-skinned, bright-eyed, shining symmetrically from the center to all around. Her eyes were reminiscent of the constellation. I thought to myself that she was much more beautiful than Albertina, and it would be wiser to give up Albertina for her sake. However, this beautiful young woman, whose face has been shaved invisibly by the barbaric * shameless life, has left a mark of accepting vulgar satisfaction so often that her eyes, though more solemn than the rest of her face, are perhaps only flashing with greedy desire. And it was the next day that we were standing at the casino, far away from us, and I found the young woman with fiery eyes, crossing, turning and throwing herself on Albertina. Look at the situation, as if she was borrowing a signal to signal Albertina. I endured the pain lest my girlfriend should find that others were so concerned about her. I was afraid that the blinking gaze was the sign of the agreement to show the next day's tryst. Who knows? Maybe it's not the first time we've had a tryst. The bright-eyed young lady may have visited Balbeck sometime. Mophie Albertina had succumbed to the desire of the woman or her girlfriend, and she dared to send Albertina frequent signals. From this point of view, the signal not only requires us to make some achievements now, but also to revisit our old dreams and try something new.

If that's the case, it's probably not the first date, but the continuation of the party we've had together over the years. Indeed, that clear-eyed inquiry was not: "Would you like it?" The young lady glanced at Albertina and turned her head. Albertina could see clearly, but her expression was indifferent and indifferent until she looked like a man and found that her former mistress had a new love. When she was with her new lover, she acted by camera, did not look at her any more, and no longer paid any attention to her. As if she had never existed.

A few days later, I got evidence that the young woman had a particular hobby and that she probably had already met Albertina. In the lobby of the casino, when two girls yearn for each other, there is often a blinking spectacle, a long phosphorescent light from one person to another. Incidentally, although this materialized light is hard to measure, it is through these beams that the scattered city of Gomoore attempts to reconstruct the biblical city by recalling its scattered members in every town, every village, and reflecting the celestial signals of the whole space. At the same time, people everywhere are making the same efforts relentlessly, even through homesick tourists, hypocritical villains, and sometimes even through Sodom's brave exiles, to rebuild their homes intermittently.

Once I met the strange girl, Albertina pretended not to recognize her, when Sister Block happened to pass by. The young lady's eyes instantly glittered with stars, and it was obvious that she did not know the Jewish lady. They met for the first time, but she wanted to look up and not hide from them, and certainly not be as heartless as she was to Albertina. How she had hoped for Albertina's friendship, it never occurred to her that Albertina was so cold to her that she was not surprised. It was like a foreigner who often came to Paris but did not live in Paris. When he came to Paris to prepare for another few weeks, he was shocked when he often went to the small theatre where he spent wonderful nights. Now that the small theatre no longer exists, a bank has been built in situ.

Brock's cousin came to a table and sat down and read the picture paper. Soon, the young lady sat down beside her carelessly. But at the bottom of the table, people may soon see their feet entangled, and then they can see their legs and hands closely together, inextricably. The speaker opened and the conversation began. But the young woman's childish husband was looking for her everywhere. Unexpectedly, he was surprised to find that she was planning evening action with a girl who had never known anything about her life. The wife introduced Brock's cousin to her husband, saying that she was a girlfriend of childhood. When she introduced her, her name was ambiguous because she forgot to ask her girlfriend's name. However, the presence of their husbands, on the contrary, promoted their intimate relationship. They matched each other with "you", saying that they met in the monastery as children. Afterwards, when they talked about it, they couldn't help laughing at the deceived husband, and the happy energy triggered a good opportunity to be friendly with each other.

As for Albertina, I can't say what she did with any young girl in the casino or somewhere on the beach. I even think that her behavior is too indifferent, too cautious, it seems not only a good upbringing, but also a cunning trick, aimed at eliminating the suspicion of others. For example, to a certain girl, she would indifferently, perfunctorily and without losing measure, and she would say, "Yes, I'm going to play tennis at about five o'clock and take a bath at about eight o'clock tomorrow morning." After that, she would leave the girl immediately - but her face * was unusual, and she deliberately stroked around, looking like a date, or rather, after making a low-pitched appointment, deliberately speaking out such an insignificant remark in order to "hide people's eyes". Soon, however, I found her riding a bicycle and driving at a high speed, which made me wonder. I guess she must have gone to a meeting with the girl who had hardly answered.

Sometimes, when a beautiful young woman gets off at the beach, Albertina can't help turning her head. She often goes on to explain, "I'm looking at the new flag on the bathroom. They should pay a little more. The other flag is shabby enough. But I think it's more disgraceful."

Once, Albertina broke the line and changed her cold manner, which made me sad. She knew that I was upset because she was going to meet one of her aunt's girlfriends, who had "misbehaved" from time to time and spent two or three days at her wife's home in Shangbangdang. Albertina was very polite and assured me that she would never greet her again. But when the woman came to Angaville, Albertina said to me, "Oh, you know she's here. Did someone tell you? It was as if she wanted to show me that she hadn't seen her on the sly. One day, she mentioned it to me again and added, "Yes, I met her on the beach. I almost passed her when I passed by and hit her intentionally." When Albertina told me these things, I remembered a remark from Mrs. Bondang, which I had never thought of before. At that time, in front of Mrs. Swan, Mrs. Bondang told me how rude her niece Albertina was, as if praising a fine quality. She also told me about Alberti. How did Na come down? The wife of an official whose name I didn't know laughed at her father for being a kitchen pupil. However, it is impossible for our beloved woman's words to remain pure and flawless forever; they will gradually deteriorate and decay. One or two nights later, Albertina's words came back to me. This time, it seems to me that what Albertina did was no longer the bad upbringing I thought she had shown. Albertina was proud of it - it just made me laugh - but something else, or even something else. Albertina had no definite purpose at all, just to stimulate the lady's organs, or to be unkind, to remind the other party of an idea that might have been readily accepted before, which quickly passed by the lady. It was because of what the public had done that Albertina thought I might already have had something. Ears heard, so I want to make an explanation first, so as not to cause bad explanation.

Nevertheless, my jealousy will soon subside. It is the jealousy aroused by the women Albertina may love.

Albertina and I arrived at the locally operated Balbeck station. Because of the bad weather, we were taken to the station by the hotel coach. Not far from us stood Mr. Nissim Bernard, with one of his eyes blue and swollen. Recently, he secretly contacted a young man on a nearby farm called Cherry Tree House, concealing the boy from the "Atari" chorus. The boy's red face was rude and his head looked like a big tomato. His twin brother has the same tomato head. This pair of twins looks very similar to each other. It's hard to tell you from me. It's like nature has been industrialized for a while and has produced products of the same size. It's really wonderful for bystanders. Unfortunately, Mr. Nissim Bernard has a very different view, thinking that they are just alike in appearance. Tomato No. 2 is crazy about having sex with his wives, while Tomato No. 1 does not hate accepting the interests of some gentlemen, despite their lack of dignity. However, whenever Mr. Bernard recalls the good time he spent with Tomato I, he is itchy because of his conditioned reflex. He can't help going to Cherry Tree House again. But the Jewish old man is short-sighted (though not necessarily confused by his two brothers because of his shortsightedness), and inadvertently plays the role of Anfield. Character *, facing the twin brother, asked: "Will you meet tonight?" He was always hit hard. Even when he was dining at the same table that day, he was beaten again. Strangely, he had a great disgust with the tomato brothers and even edible tomatoes, so that whenever he heard a guest asking for tomatoes at the hotel, he whispered to him, "Sir, I've been ignorant with you all my life, please forgive me for taking the liberty to speak to you. 。 I just heard that you ordered tomatoes. Today they are all rotten. I tell you, it's for your good, but it's none of my business. I never eat tomatoes. "The stranger thrilled to thank the kind and selfless gentleman around him, shouted and pretended to have changed his mind." No, no, no tomatoes." Amy looked at the scene and laughed at herself, thinking, "What a crafty old Mr. Bernard! He's got an idea for someone to change the dishes he ordered." Mr. Bernard was waiting for the late train. His eyes were bruised and swollen. He avoided to say good-bye to Albertina and me. We are both trying to avoid talking to him. However, just as we had to say hello, a bicycle flew towards us. The elevator driver jumped out of the car and was out of breath. It turned out that shortly after we left the hotel, Mrs. Vildiran called to invite me to dinner in two days'time; the reason for this is self-evident below. The driver of the elevator told us all the details of the telephone in the future, and then left us. It was like some democratic "employees" who pretended to be independent with the bourgeoisie, but in fact, they established the principle of obeying and being obeyed, and only listened to the elevator. The driver added, "Because of my supervisor's relationship, I have to go back as soon as possible." That is to say, if he does not return late, the porter and the coachman will not be satisfied.

Albertina's girlfriends are all out and it will take a while. I want to make Albertina happy. Even if it could be assumed that she would be a little happy to spend every afternoon alone with me in Balbeck, I knew that happiness would never be entirely taken up by anyone, and that Albertina was still at an age of ignorance (some people would never cross that age). Happiness had not yet been realized. The reason why it is difficult to be perfect is not the one who gives happiness, but the one who feels happiness. Therefore, she may make me have a new desire to find out the reason why she is disappointed again. Comparatively speaking, I am more willing to blame her disappointment on the environment, which I carefully arranged, because this environment does not allow us to meet easily alone, but also hinders her from going to the casino and the seawall alone. On this day, I will go to East Sierra to see St. Lou and ask her to accompany me. However, I also advised her to paint. She had learned painting before. For the same purpose, I did not let her idle. As soon as she gets busy, she will not consider whether she is happy or unhappy. I'd also like to take her to the Vidiland or Campbell's for dinner regularly. The two families may be happy to receive my recommended girlfriend, but before I take her there, I must be sure that Mrs. Putbuss has not yet come to Las Player. I didn't know the whole story without leaving home, because I had learned in advance that Albertina would accompany her aunt to the countryside two days later, so I seized the opportunity to send Mrs. Vildiran an an express letter asking if she could receive me on Wednesday. When Mrs. Joputtbus is there, I'll try to meet her maid and find out if she's in danger of coming to Barbeck. If that's possible, I'll find out what time it is so that Albertina can be far away by that day. Locally operated small railways have built a turning line. When I was traveling with my grandmother, the turning line had not been shadowed. But now, the railway goes all the way to East Sierra-Lagubil, which is a big station from which many important trains depart, especially the express train from Paris, which I visited at the beginning. It's Saint Luke and the train that goes home. But because of God's mistake, the coach at the Grand Hotel took me and Albertina to the Balbeck-Beach station.

The train has not yet arrived, but it can be seen that the smoke released during its journey is leisurely and leisurely, and then, like a nearly static cloud, slowly climbing the green * steep slope of the Clipper by its own strength. At last, the small train, which was opened by the smoke and controlled the vertical direction, came slowly. Passengers who ride on buses are moving aside to make way for the train, but a person who knows that they are dealing with is a person with a warm personality and almost human nature. It is under the strong control of the driver and under the command of the station master's tolerant signal, just like a bicycle riden by a novice, who will not risk hitting people. People will stop there if they want it to stop there.

It was precisely because I had gone to express mail that the Vildeland family called. It happened that Wednesday (two days later, Wednesday) was Mrs. Vildeland's grand dinner day, whether in Las Player or Paris, but I didn't know about it. Mrs. Vildiran did not hold a dinner party, but Wednesday. Wednesday is a work of art. Mrs. Vildiran knows that no Wednesday is the same anywhere in the world. Nevertheless, she enters subtle color differences between her Wednesdays. This Wednesday is not as good as the last one, "she often said." But I believe the next Wednesday will be the most wonderful one in my life. Sometimes, she admits, "This Wednesday is not as guilty as it used to be." But I'm going to surprise you next Wednesday." In the last few weeks of the Paris residence season, the hostess announced that Wednesday would be closed before she left for a country holiday. It was a good opportunity for her to stimulate her faithful followers: "There are only three Wednesdays left, and only two Wednesdays left." She declared that the tone was like declaring that the end of the world was coming." You mustn't give up the next Wednesday that ends." However, the closing is false, because she often tells you: "Now, there is no formal Wednesday, this is the last of the year. But I'm still here on Wednesday. We all celebrate Wednesday together; who knows? Wednesday is probably the most enjoyable day for a small gathering of confidants." Wednesday is bound to be restricted in Las Player. As a friend passes by, he has to be invited to visit him this or that night, so he spends Wednesday almost every day. I can't quite remember the names of the invited guests, but I know Marquis Camembert." The elevator driver said to me. Our explanation of Campbell was not impressed and completely replaced the old name Campbell in his memory. Whenever he was embarrassed to recall that difficult surname, the popular and meaningful syllable of Campbell came to rescue the young shop assistant and was immediately subjected to it. His favorite words were re-adopted by him, not because he was lazy by nature, but because these syllables met the requirements of logic and simplicity.

We quickened our pace to occupy an empty compartment so that I could hold Albertina personally throughout the journey. But we were unable to get it. We had to enter a compartment. There was an old lady sitting in the compartment. Her face was big, ugly and old. She was a man, but she was wearing fancy clothes. She was reading Two World Review. Despite her vulgarity, she acted with pride everywhere. I wondered what social class she might belong to and chatted for entertainment. I quickly came to the conclusion that in nine cases out of ten, this woman was the owner of a large brothel and a bustard who went out to solicit prostitutes. Her descriptive manner proclaimed this in a loud voice. Before that, I had no idea that these wives were still reading Two World Reviews. Albertina pointed at me with a smirk, her eyes twinkling a few times. The lady was in high spirits, but I was always thinking about the next day. I would be invited to the terminal of the small train to visit the famous Mrs. Vildiran's house. At one of the stops, Robert de Saint-Lou waited for me. If I went further, I could stay in Federer for a few days, and I would surely give him De Kang. Mrs. Bulmer brought great joy. My eyes flickered with sarcasm as she looked at the self-esteemed lady. She seemed to think that with her elegant clothes, feathers on her hat and the two world reviews, she had naturally become a big man, more important than me. 。 I hope this lady doesn't spend more time in the car than Nissim Bernard, at least get off in Tudanville. But it's against our wishes. The train stopped at Egleville, but she was still sitting. The train passed Montmartin Beach Station, Baville-Labangall Station, and Agaville Station. She was still sitting. When the train left St. Ferrishu before East Sierra, I stopped caring about the lady and began to cuddle and cuddle with Albertina. In East Sierra, St. Lou is waiting at the station." Nothing is more difficult than to see you." He told me that because he lived in his aunt's house, my telegram had just been received and could not be scheduled beforehand, so he could only give me one hour. Unfortunately, this hour is too long for me! The reason is that when it comes to trains, Albertina only pays attention to Saint Lucia. She doesn't talk to me. If I talk to her, she barely answers. When I get close to her, she pushes me away. On the contrary, she always smiled at Robert, was very attractive, talked to him constantly, and played with the puppy around him, and deliberately touched the owner when teasing. I recall that when Albertina first gave me a hug, I smiled and thanked my lifelong seducer for bringing about such a profound change in her mind and greatly simplifying my task. But now I think of him with fear. Robert may have realized that Albertina was not insignificant to me, because despite all her teasing, he ignored it and made Albertina unhappy with me. Besides, when he talked to me, he seemed to be alone with me. When Albertina finally realized this, I won her respect. Robert asked me if I wanted to find ways to keep my friends in East Sierra for a while. During my stay in East Sierra, he arranged me to stay with him every night. The friends had dinner together. However, because of his proud and unpleasant manner, which he often condemns himself, he seems to be asking, "If you are not willing to see them again now, why did you always please them?" I declined his suggestion, first because I did not want to risk leaving Albertina, and secondly because I had cut off contact with them. To get rid of them is to get rid of oneself. We are all eager to have another kind of life in which we can remain the same as the self in the world. However, we fail to consider that, even if we do not expect another life, we will betray our past selves and try to remain the same image forever in our earthly life within a few years. Even if we don't think that death can change us more than the changes that take place in our lives, if we meet our past self unexpectedly in another kind of life, we may disdain our past selves and turn our heads around, as if we had been in contact with the past for a long time. People I have never met, such as those of Saint Luke's friends, who used to give me so much pleasure to meet them every night at the "Caragana" Hotel, but now it's really boring and uncomfortable for me to talk to them. From this point of view, just because I would rather not go there to regain everything that had given me pleasure, a stroll to East Sierra seemed to me to be a sign of paradise. Everyone dreams of heaven very much, or of many heavens that appear one after another. However, these heavens are lost as early as before people die. In such a heaven, everyone will feel lost.

Saint Luther left us at the station." You may have to wait an hour. He said to me, "If you wait here, you may see my uncle Charles in a moment. He will change to Paris, which is ten minutes earlier than you. I said goodbye to him because I had to rush back before his car arrived. I haven't had time to tell him you're here. I didn't receive your telegram at that time." As soon as Saint Lucia left us, I complained about Albertina coming, but she answered me that the reason why she was so cold to me was that she was worried about what would happen if Saint Lucia saw me leaning on her and putting her arm around her waist when she stopped just now. In doing so, she wanted to dispel Saint Lucia's idea. St. Lou did see me hugging (I didn't see that, or I would behave more properly around Albertina), and then slowly and orderly said to me, "The serious girls you mentioned to me who thought Miss De Stemaria was misbehaving and unwilling to interact with her are the ones who did not want to talk to her much. What does it look like? Before that, I went to see him from Paris to East Sierra. When they talked about Balbeck, I did tell him that Albertina had no way to start. She was the embodiment of virtue, and I spoke sincerely. But after a long time, I finally realized that it was false. In that case, I would rather Robert believed it. And all I need to do is say to him that I love Albertina. Such a man, in order to avoid the suffering of his friends, at the expense of his own happiness, always regards the suffering of his friends as his own pain. Yes, she's childish. But you really don't know anything about her?" I asked him anxiously. I don't know anything, but I see you two hugging around your waists, like two lovers."

"Your attitude has not been eliminated." As soon as Saint Luther left us, I said to Albertina. That's good." She answered me, "I was so awkward that I broke your heart. I felt sadder than you. See later, I will never do this to you. Please forgive me. She handed me her hand sadly and said to me. At that moment, from the depths of the waiting room where we were sitting, I found Mr. de Charles coming slowly, with an employee carrying his suitcase not far behind.

In Paris, I only met him at the party. He was always dressed in black, tightly wrapped around his waist and motionless, and he always held his head high, cheered others enthusiastically and talked endlessly. The whole body usually maintained a vertical posture. I could not imagine this meeting. He was as old as this. At the moment, he was wearing a light coloured travel coat, looking more swollen than ever, walking around and swaying his big belly and nearly symbolic buttocks. He saw two pieces of lipstick on his lips, cold cream on the tip of his nose, and a grizzled black beard with a grayish white hair. Young and lively, brilliant, but ruthless day by day, in the daylight, all things have gone wrong.

As he was about to get on the bus, I had only a brief conversation with him. While talking, I looked at Albertina's carriage and motioned to her that I should come at once. When I turned my head to Mr. De Charles, he asked me for a favor and called out to a soldier on the other side of the railroad (who was a relative of his, as if Mr. Charles was going on our train, but in the opposite direction, away from Barbeck). He's in the Legion band." Mr. De Charles explained to me, "You are blessed and quite young. I am old and it is not convenient for me to cross the railroad. You can help me to avoid this crime..." As a matter of duty, I went to the soldier whom I pointed out to him and found that he was really a military bandman with a harp emblem embroidered on his collar. However, just as I was about to deliver the message, I recognized that the man was Morrel, the son of my uncle's accompanying servant. How many memories came to my mind at once. I was surprised by his appearance, which can be said to have brought me joy! I forgot what Mr. de Charles had entrusted to me.

"Why, are you in East Sierra?" Yes, I was enrolled in the military band and served in the artillery force. But when he answered, he was stiff and arrogant. He became very "pretentious." Obviously, my appearance reminded him of his father's career, which would not bring him pleasure. Suddenly, I found Mr. de Charles running towards us. I didn't return late. I must have kept him waiting." I want to listen to some music tonight, "he said to Morrel head-on." I'll bid 500 francs for the party. If you have friends in the band, I'm afraid it's a bit of a bargain for him. Despite my early knowledge of Mr. de Charles's extravagance, I was shocked that he did not even greet his young friend well. Besides, the Baron did not give me time to think carefully. He gave me his hand affectionately and said, "Goodbye, my dear." As if to signal to me, let me hurry away. Indeed, I left my dear Albertina alone there too long." You see, "I went back to the car and said to Albertina," Life in the sea bath and traveling made me suddenly realize that the world stage has less scenery than actors, and actors are less than'plots'." What kind of thing are you telling me about? Because Mr. De Charles asked me to shout a friend of his just now, but I was on the platform of the station and recognized the man who was originally a family member of mine." As I spoke, I wondered how the Baron perceived the disparity in social status, which I had never even thought about. At first, I thought it must have been influenced by Hubien. You remember, Hubien's daughter seems to be in love with the violinist. However, to my surprise, the Baron offered to listen to music in the last five minutes of his journey to Paris. When I remember the image of Hubien's daughter, I began to feel that if I was good at touching the details of the true Romance, then "meet again after a long time, recognize each other" would reveal an important part of life. At this moment, my mind suddenly lit up and I realized that I was too naive and ridiculous. Mr. De Charlus did not know Morrel at all, and he did not know him at all. But Mr. De Charlus was tempted by a soldier. Although the soldier wore the harp sign, he was frightened and excited. He asked me to bring him the soldier, but I never expected to know him. They had nothing to do with each other before, but anyway, the 500 francs offered might fill the gap for Morrel. I saw them still talking, but they were standing by our car. I recalled Mr. de Charles's galloping manner towards Morrel and me, and suddenly found how similar it was to the way some of his relatives behaved in the streets. It's just the targeting * that's different. When a person reaches a certain age, the stronger his personality, the more prominent his family characteristics are, even though he has completed the changes of different stages. Little do we know that nature, while weaving its own beautiful scenery in harmony, breaks the monotony of creation with the rich and varied patterns it intercepts. Moreover, from a widely accepted point of view, Mr. de Charles's proud attitude toward the violinist is relative. Perhaps three-quarters of the upper class could recognize this conceited attitude and show obedience, but the police chief who sent someone to monitor Mr. de Charles a few years later disagreed.

"The train to Paris has been reported, sir." The luggage-carrying employee reminded me. Sound and Fury

"I'm not going to take this train. Put all these things in the luggage office, damn it!" Cried Mr. de Charles, handing twenty francs to the employee, who was surprised by his sudden change of fortune and fascinated by the tip. Such generosity immediately attracted a flower girl." Please buy the carnation flower. Look, this beautiful rose, my good sir, will help you to have good luck." Mr. De Charles was impatient and gave her forty sous. The flower girl wished her well and sent her flowers again. Good heavens, she'll just let us be quiet, "said Mr. de Charles, like a nervous man, to Morrel in a sarcastic, mournful tone, feeling a little warm about turning to him." We're going to talk about things that are complex enough." Perhaps the railroad employee was unlucky, and Mr. De Charles would not let many people hear the details, or would allow the incidental remarks to be implicit and arrogant, so as not to make too explicit requests for a meeting. The band members turned to the flower girl without hesitation. They looked decisive and irresistible. They raised their palms to her and pushed her away. They told her that they would not want her flowers and let her roll away as soon as possible. Mr. De Charlus watched with ecstasy the majestic and masculine gesture of this slender hand, which may be too heavy and crude for this hand, but with its precocious fortitude and dexterity, it gave the hairless teenager a sudden addition of young David's majesty, which is comparable to Goliath's. Fighting. The Baron accidentally smiled in admiration, and we felt as if we had found a serious look on a child's face that was not in keeping with his age. I want such a person, how I like him as a travel companion, help me do things! How convenient he should bring to my life! Mr. de Charles said to himself. The characters in the Bible, tall and invincible in battle, were killed by David.

The car for Paris (which the baronet did not take) left the station. I entered our train with Albertina, and I don't know what Mr. de Charles and Morrel were busy with afterwards. Let's never fight again. I beg your pardon again." Albertina said to me when she alluded to the episode of Saint Luna. We should both be intimate at any time." She said to me affectionately, "As for your friend Saint Lou, if you think he will arouse any interest in me, you are wrong. The only thing that delighted me about him was that he seemed to love you so much." That's a good boy." I try not to imagine how many good qualities Robert possesses, but if someone else is not facing Albertina, I will inevitably praise him out of friendship: "That's a perfect man, frank, loyal, honest, trustworthy of him, everything." When I said this, my jealousy rose up and blocked me, so I was confined to talking about the actual situation of Saint Lucia. Besides, what I said was true. When I hadn't known Robert, I imagined how different he was and how arrogant he was, thinking, "Everyone thinks he's good because he's a big man." Mrs. de Villebalisis used exactly what I had just said when she told me about him. Later, I saw him in front of the hotel. He was about to drive away. Mrs. de Villebalisis sighed at me, "How happy he should be." I guess his aunt and grandmother said something purely polite in the upper class to flatter me. But afterwards, I thought about my interest and my hobby of reading. I realized what she said was sincere, because she knew that Saint Lucia loved it, just like when someone wanted to write the history of La Rochefoucauld, the author of his grandfather's Proverbs, and wanted to consult Robert, so did I. He would say with sincerity, "How happy he should be." This is because I know him also has a process, but when I first met him, I really did not believe that a very similar spiritual world with me, could have such a elegant, pretentious appearance. I judged him to belong to another kind of person by his appearance alone. But now, perhaps more or less because of Saint Luther's kindness to me and his cold treatment of Albertina, Albertina has expressed my previous thoughts: "Humph!" He will be loyal to this degree! I've found that people in St. Germain always talk about them perfectly. Nevertheless, over the years, I have never once thought that Saint Lucia is a Saint Germanic. He gradually stripped away the appearance of prestige, showed me the virtues of his inner world, and examined people from different perspectives. The difference between ordinary social relations and friendly exchanges is obvious, and it is in love. It's even more amazing. In love, desire | expects to place subtle indifference on such a large scale that even though Albertina is not as indifferent as St. Lou was when she first met, at first I almost felt scorned by her and imagined that her friends were incredibly flirtatious girls, when Else With the same sentiment as Mrs. de Villebalisis when she lamented Saint Lucia, Till said to me that those women were "good girls." I think that he only made such comments out of tolerance, which is generally regarded as beauty and elegance. However, when I heard Albertina say, "No matter loyal or disloyal, I hope to never see him again, because he caused the discord between us. We shouldn't be angry any more. That's not good." Can't I help but say the same thing about her? Now that she seemed to be longing for Saint Luke, I felt that the idea that she loved a woman had almost disappeared for a while, because I thought there was no reconciliation between the two. Albertina, wearing a rubber raincoat, seems to have become another person, wandering tirelessly in the rainy day, and the raincoat is now firmly attached to her body, elastic, gray and autumn, it seems that it is not to protect her clothes from the rain, but after being rained, the raincoat seems to cling to my girlfriend. My friend's body, as if to take off the impression of her figure for a sculptor, faced with the raincoat, saw it jealously clinging to a longing embrace, I snatched it down, pulled Albertina toward me, held her head in both hands and said:

But you, insensitive traveler, don't you want to put your forehead on my shoulder for a sweet dream? Article 22 Military Regulations

At the same time, I asked her to look out the window at the vast pasture, which was watery and quiet, stretching out into the sky in the evening, and connecting with the rolling Daisy hills in the distance.

Two days later, on an unusual Wednesday, I had just taken a train from Balbeck to Las Player for dinner. On the train, I was thinking that I should never miss the chance to meet Godard in Granger-Saint-Watt. Before that, Mrs. Vildiran called again and told me that I could meet him there. He should have boarded my prison from Grangour-St. Vast and instructed me at which stop to get off and take a carriage from Las Player. Granguerre was the first stop after East Sierra. Because of the short parking time, I stood in front of the car before I arrived. How worried I could not see Godard or he couldn't find me. Worrying about pure superfluity! I really didn't think how similar the circle shaped all the "regular customers" according to the same type; they were all dressed in elegant evening gowns, waiting for the bus on the platform, so long as they had a certain look and vision, they could quickly recognize them, each with a certain kind of self-confidence, elegance and casual god. State, that vision through the crowded people of the civilian people, as if across a wilderness, nothing is ignored, but closely watching the arrival of a regular passenger boarding at the previous stop, and shining for the upcoming chat. The habit of having dinner together has marked this choice on the members of small groups, which is not so prominent only when they are in large numbers and in large numbers. They are only a bright spot in the group of travellers, which Brishow calls "herds of animals". There was no sign of any relationship with the Villandilans, nor of wanting to go to Las Player's dinner party, on the man-yin-heavy face. Besides, if someone mentions the names of those believers in front of them, these mediocre travelers may be less interested than I am. As far as I can hear, the time before I was born was quite far away and more uncertain. I can't help exaggerating the fact that it was a very long time ago. Anyway, as early as that time, a few of the faithful believers had been going to the city for dinner. Now, as always, they continue to participate. I was surprised to see the dinner. These people not only continue their lives, but are always strong, but also how many friends have exhausted their energy. Here and there have died one after another, which I saw for myself. The sharp contrast between the two has created a feeling for me. When we read in the newest news column of the newspaper, it is what we most expected that we would not. When we get to the news, we feel this feeling. For example, when someone suddenly dies, we are very surprised. We never know the cause of his death. It feels like death strikes people unevenly, but tragically advances like a row of blades, one of which is more protruding and takes away some life, while others on the same level survive and remain safe for a long time. Moreover, we will see later that the God of death wanders around, disappearing without trace. The death of all kinds of obituaries is precisely the reason why the obituaries in the newspapers have special unexpected effects. I then discovered that genuine gifts may coexist with the most abhorrent vulgar smells of conversation, but as time goes on, they will gradually emerge magnificent and admirable, not only that, even some mediocre people will occupy a lofty position, in our childhood imagination, such a lofty position belongs to only a few. Famous elders, it is unexpected how many years later, when the disciples of these elders become masters, as awesome as they were, they will also become eminent celebrities. However, even if the names of these faithful believers are not known to herds, their appearance can also show their identity to the common people. Even on trains (where they are occasionally brought together by their own daily tasks), a lone companion needs to be picked up at the next stop. The carriages of all of them will be far away and bright, marked by the sculptor Tsky's elbow, and decorated by Godard's Time magazine, like a luxury car. Pick up late friends at designated stations. The only person who could miss these landmarks was Brishaw, who was almost half blind. However, there will be a regular passenger who volunteers to serve as an observation post for the blind man. Once he finds his straw hat, green umbrella and blue glasses, he quickly and gently leads him to the selected carriage. So far, there is no precedent for any believer to fail to meet with other believers on the way. Otherwise, it must not arouse serious suspicion that he is a short deformity, or that there is no "train" at all. Occasionally, the opposite happens: a believer has to travel a long way in the afternoon, so he has to go a long way alone before the small circle of people converge; however, even if he is so lonely, there is no other companion, it often has some effect. The future he was heading for made the passengers sitting across the seats look at him differently and think, "I'm afraid it's a person," and a faint halo was usually found around Godard or the sculptor Tsky's soft hat. So when the next stop arrived, a group of elegant men met the believer at the gate of the car and crowded around him. When approaching a waiting carriage, greeted in a low voice by employees at Dowell Station, or at the next transfer station, when a group of Elegants rush into the carriage, the passengers in the opposite seat are less surprised. The parked train was about to leave when a group of people led by Godard came running towards my car. He had just found my signal from the window. Several regular passengers had to run fast because they arrived late. Brishaw was also among the followers. Over the years, many people's enthusiasm for every gathering has gradually declined, but he has never diminished. Even in Paris, he had to gradually reduce his evening work as his eyesight continued to weaken. Moreover, he had little interest in New Sorbonne College, where the German-style pursuit of scientific accuracy * had begun to overwhelm humanism. Now, he is confined to the work of the teaching and examination committee; in this way, he has more time for social activities, so-called social activities, which are to attend the Party of the Vildeland family or to attend the Party of the Vildeland couple, which is thrilled with excitement by this or that follower. Indeed, there have been two times when love almost contributed to something difficult to do in research: pulling Brishol out of a small circle. However, Mrs. Vildiran "always on guard against unexpected events" and developed this habit for the benefit of her salon. She carefully planned and eventually gained a kind of interest from similar tragedies and performances. She did not lose the opportunity to incite him to tangle with dangerous people, in her words, such dangerous people. Things are good at "putting everything in order", "stabbing the wound with a burning iron." One of the most dangerous people was a common housemaid, Brishaw's laundry maid, and Mrs. Verdiland was more comfortable with such people. She often patronized the sixth floor where the professor lived. Whenever she agreed to climb up the stairs, she was always complacent and red-faced. With no effort, she drove the insignificant maid out of the door. What's the matter? It's an honor for a woman like me to come to your house, but what kind of woman do you receive? The head nurse blamed Brishaw. Brishaw will never forget Mrs. Vildiran's help to him. In contrast to his growing affection for her, which prevented him from falling into a humble end in his twilight years, it was probably his own fault that the patroness would begin to tire of a loyal man who was more than submissive and would surely bow down to her ears. However, Brishaw and the Villandilans were so close that they were full of brilliance that they were conspicuous among all their colleagues at Sorbonne College. He often talked to his colleagues about the grand banquet, because they had never been invited to attend, so they listened fascinated, marveled at the magazine often mentioned his name, praised a certain writer or a famous painter for his painting and calligraphy, for his portraits in the exhibition, for the talent of the painter, Even professors in other departments of the Academy of Literature gave high praise, but it was hopeless to attract his attention. The fashionable philosopher's elegant dress amazed his colleagues. At first, they mistook his elegance for untidy clothes until his colleague gave them good advice and explained it to them again and again. In general visits, top hats can be placed on the ground at will, but if you attend a country dinner, no matter how elegant the dinner is, it is not appropriate to wear top hats, you should change into a soft hat, coupled with tailless formal dress, that will greatly enhance the color. I couldn't even speak to Godard for a few seconds after the small crew got into the carriage, because he couldn't breathe, not because he ran so fast to avoid missing the train, but mainly because he marveled at how happened to catch it. He felt not only the joy of success, but almost the joy of a happy farce. Ah! Great! As soon as he breathed, he said, "It's almost! Oh, that's just coincidence!" He blinked his eyes and added a sentence. This blink was not to ask whether the words were correct, because now he was more confident than he was, but complacent. Finally, he was able to open his mouth and introduce me to the members of the small circle. I'm tired of seeing almost all of them dressed in what Parisians call tailless dresses. I forgot that the Vildirans were beginning to shy away from society. They had slowed down because of the Dreyfus incident and accelerated their pace thanks to "new" music, but they themselves denied it, and it seemed that they would continue to deny it until they reached an approaching goal, just like those military goals, when they hit, they would. Only then will the army be announced to the public so as not to miss the target and give people the miserable spectacle of defeat. However, as far as the social world is concerned, it is always ready to approach them. At present, in the view of the social circles, they are still the kind of people who do not feel regretful even though they are not patronized by the upper class. Vildiran Salon is recognized as a music hall. It is said that it was in this hall that Van der Eyre was inspired and encouraged. However, if Van der Eyre's Sonata is totally incomprehensible and almost unknown, his name is well known, just like mentioning the greatest contemporary musician with extraordinary prestige. At last there were several young people in the suburbs of Paris who realized that they should be as educated as the city dwellers. Three of them had studied music, and Van der Eyre's Sonatas enjoyed a great reputation there. When they returned home, they talked to their wise mother who urged them to study and read about Van der Eyre's sonata. Out of concern for their son's schoolwork, mothers all attended the concert, at which they looked at Mrs. Vildiran sitting in the first-class box to watch the performance with some respect. So far, the couple's secret social life has only been reflected in two things. First, Mrs. Vildiran said, "Ah! This man is smart and a pleasant woman. What I can't stand is fools, who drive me crazy when I meet people I hate." Anyone who has a smart brain can guess from it that Princess Gabriella, the most upscale woman in society, has visited Mrs. Vildiran. After Mrs. Swan's husband died, the princess came to her door to express her condolences to Mrs. Swan. At that time, she also mentioned the name of Vildiran and asked Mrs. Swan if she knew her. What do you say? Audrey asked sadly." Vildiran. Ah! I know, "she continued sadly." I don't know, or I know, but I don't know. I used to meet them at a friend's house. It was a long time ago. They were lovely. As soon as Princess Gaproola left, Audrey wished she had told the truth. But the blurted lie was not the result of her scheming, but the reflection of her inner fear and desire. What she denies is not what a smart person should deny, but what she wishes it didn't exist, even after an hour, the other party will know that it actually exists. A moment later, Odette regained her composure and did not even ask herself to answer, so as not to show her fear of them. She said, "Mrs. Vildiran, what's wrong? I'm very familiar with her." It was like a lady saying she had traveled on a tram. Recently, there has been a lot of talk about the Vildirans. Mrs. de Suffrey said. Audrey, with a full Duchess look of scorn, said, "Yes, I do think they're being talked about a lot. From time to time, some new people enter the upper class like this." She had no idea that she was just one of the newcomers in the bathroom. Princess Gabriella had dinner there." Mrs. de Suffrey went on. Ah!" Audrey's smiling face opened a little further and she answered, "I'm not surprised about that. These things always start with Princess Gabriella, and then turn to another one, such as Countess Morley." When she said this, Audrey seemed to have a deep contempt for the two ladies who were used to the shameful new salons. Listening to her tone, I could sense that what she meant was that Audrey, like Mrs. de Suffrey, could not be dragged into such a ghost place by anyone else.

In addition to Mrs. Vildiran's personal account of Princess Gabriella's wisdom, the Vildiran couple realized that the second sign of their future destiny was their eagerness (of course not explicitly stated) to have someone dressed in evening clothes for dinner at their house; now Mr. Vildiran could accept his fall into the trap. ” The nephew of the dilemma paid tribute without feeling humiliated.