you know it is because I am too happy

them over without a word.
Rex took advantage of the lull and stepped to the window. 鈥淎ny letters for Mr Gethryn?鈥? 鈥淗ow you spell him?鈥?Rex spelled him.
鈥淵et once again!鈥?demanded the intelligent person. Rex wrote it in English and in German script.
鈥淔rom Trauerbach 鈥?yes?鈥? 鈥淵es.鈥? The man went away, looked through two ledgers, sent for another, made out several sets of blanks, and finally came back to the window, but said nothing.
鈥淲ell?鈥?said Rex, pleasantly.
鈥淲ell,鈥?said the man.
鈥淎nything for me?鈥? 鈥淣othing for you.鈥? 鈥淜indly look again,鈥?said Rex. 鈥淚 know there are letters for me.鈥? In about ten minutes the man appeared again.
鈥淲ell?鈥?said Gethryn.
鈥淲ell,鈥?said the man.
鈥淣othing for me?鈥? 鈥淪omething.鈥?And with ostentatious delay he produced three letters and a newspaper, which Rex took, restraining an impulse to knock him down. After all, the temptation was not very great, presenting itself more as an act of justice than as a personal satisfaction. The truth was, all day long a great gentleness tinged with melancholy had rested on Gethryn鈥檚 spirit. Nothing seemed to matter very much. And whatever engaged his attention for a moment, it was only for a moment, and then his thoughts returned where they had been all day.
Yvonne, Yvonne! She had not been out of his thoughts since he rose that morning. In a few steps he reached his room and read his letters by the waning daylight.
The first began:
My Darling 鈥?in three more days I shall stand before a Paris audience. I am not one bit nervous. I am perfectly happy. Yesterday at rehearsal the orchestra applauded and Madame Bordier kissed me. Some very droll things happened. Achilles was intoxicated and chased Ajax the Less with a stick. Ajax fled into my dressing room, and although I was not there I told Achilles afterward that I would never forgive him. Then he wept.
The letter ran on for a page more of lively gossip and then, with a sudden change, ended:
But why do I write these foolish things to you? Ah,! you know it is because I am too happy! too happy! and I cannot say what is in my heart. I dare not. It is too soon. I dare not!
If it is that I am happy, who but you knows the reason? And now listen to my little secret. I pray for you,, yes, every morning and every evening. And for myself too 鈥?now.
God forgives. It is in my faith. Oh! my husband, we will be good!
Thy Yvonne
Gethryn鈥檚 eyes blurred on the page and he sat a long time, very still, not offering to open his remaining letters. Presently 相关的主题文章:

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