The Garden Party

Spoilt their evening! Spoilt their being alone together! They would never be alone together again.

Cold crept up his arms. The room was huge, immense, glittering. It filled his whole world.
There was the great blind bed, with his coat flung across it like some headless man saying
his prayers.

He groaned for love and caught her close again. And again, as always, he had the feeling that he was holding something that never was quite his—his. Something too delicate, too precious, that would fly away once he let go.

Laura had to say "yes" to that, but she felt it was all wrong.

Был ли этот её первый бал всего лишь началом её последнего бала. Казалось, что и музыка сейчас изменилась, она звучала так грустно, что перерастала в единый печальный вздох. Ах, как же всё быстро меняется! Почему счастье не может длиться вечно. Вечность это ведь не так много.