A Respectable Woman
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Mrs. Baroda was a little provoked to learn that her husband expected his friend, Gouvernail, up to spend a week or two on the plantation.
cid后进生辅导计划They had entertained a good deal during the winter; much of the time had also been pasd in New Orleans in various forms of mild dissipation. She was looking forward to a period of unbroken rest, now, and undisturbed tete-a-tete with her husband, when he informed her that Gouvernail was coming up to stay a week or two.
This was a man she had heard much of but never en. He had been her husband`s college friend; was now a journalist, and in no n a society man or "a man about town," which were, perhaps, some of the reasons she had never met him. But she had unconsciously formed an image of him in her mind. She pictured him tall, slim, cynical; with eye-glass, and his hands in his pockets; and she did not like him. Gouvernail was slim enough, but he wasn`t very tall nor very cynical; neither did he wear eyeglass nor carry his hands in his pockets. And she rather liked him when he first prented himlf.
But why she liked him she could not explain satisfactorily to herlf when she partly attempted to do so. She could discover in him none of tho brilliant and promising traits which Gaston, her husband, had often assured her that he possd. On the contrary, he sat rather mute and receptive before her chatty eagerness to make him feel at home and in face of Gaston`s frank and wordy hospitality. His manner was as courteous toward her as the most exacting woman could require; but he made no direct appeal to her approval or even esteem.
moodOnce ttled at the plantation he emed to like to sit upon the wide portico in the shade of one of the big Corinthian pillars, smoking his cigar lazily and listening attentively to Gaston`s experience as a sugar planter.
prentation"This is what I call living," he would utter with deep satisfaction, as the air that swept across the sugar field caresd him with its warm and scented velvety touch. It plead him also to get on familiar terms with the big dogs that came about him, rubbing themlves sociably against his legs. He did not care to fish, and displayed no eagerness to go out and kill grosbecs when Gaston propod doing so.
Gouvernail`s personality puzzled Mrs. Baroda, but she liked him. Indeed, he was a lovable, inoffensive fellow. After a few days, when she could understand him no better than at first, she gave over being puzzled and remained piqued. In this mood she left her husband and her guest, for the most part, alone together. Then finding that Gouvernail took no manner of exception to her action, she impod her society upon him, accompanying him in his idle strolls to the mill and walks along the batture. She persistently sought to penetrate the rerve in which he had unconsciously enveloped himlf.目录英文
"When is he going--your friend?" she one day asked her husband. "For my part, he tires me frightfully."
"Not for a week yet, dear. I can`t understand; he gives you no trouble."
"No. I should like him better if he did; if he were more like others, and I had to plan somewhat for his comfort and enjoyment."
Gaston took his wife`s pretty face between his hands and looked tenderly and laughingly into her troubled eyes.
convenientlyThey were making a bit of toilet sociably together in Mrs. Baroda`s dressing-room.
"You are full of surpris, ma belle," he said to her. "Even I can never count upon how you are going to act under given conditions." He kisd her and turned to fasten his cravat before the mirror.
"Here you are," he went on, "taking poor Gouvernail riously and making a commotion over him, the last thing he would desire or expect."
"Commotion!" she hotly rented. "Nonn! How can you say such a thing? Commotion, indeed! But, you know, you said he was clever."
小学英语课程标准"So he is. But the poor fellow is run down by overwork now. That`s why I asked him here to take a rest."
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"You ud to say he was a man of ideas," she retorted, unconciliated. "I expected him to be interesting, at least. I`m going to the city in the morning to have my spring gowns fitted. Let me know when Mr. Gouvernail is gone; I shall be at my Aunt Octavie`s."
That night she went and sat alone upon a bench that stood beneath a live oak tree at the edge of the gravel walk.服装店的经营
She had never known her thoughts or her intentions to be so confud. She could gather nothing from them but the feeling of a distinct necessity to quit her home in the morning.
Mrs. Baroda heard footsteps crunching the gravel; but could discern in the darkness only the approaching red point of a lighted cigar. She knew it was Gouvernail, for her husband did not smoke. She hoped to remain unnoticed, but her white gown revealed her to him. He threw away his cigar and ated himlf upon the bench beside her; without a suspicion that she might object to his prence.
"Your husband told me to bring this to you, Mrs. Baroda," he said, handing her a filmy, wh
ite scarf with which she sometimes enveloped her head and shoulders. She accepted the scarf from him with a murmur of thanks, and let it lie in her lap.
