fuertes llantos. Elspeth retrocedió hacia Harriett y se quedó apoyada contra ella, contemplándolo con soleado interés. La firme mano anillada de Harriett cubría un lado de su
“Pobre papá”, sugirió ella.
“Be cri -ut Gerald!” Elspeth cried serenely, frowning with effort. She stood on tiptoe surveying the contents of the table and waved a peremptory hand towards the gramophone. Gerald tried to make a bargain.
Lifted on to Harriett’s knee she bunched her hands and sat compact. The direct rays made her head a little sunlit sphere, smoothly outlined with silky pale gold hair bulging softly over each ear, the broken curve continued by the gentle bulge of her cheeks as she pursed her face to meet the sunlight. She peered unsmiling, but every curve smiled; a little sunny face, sunlit.
Fearing that she would move, Miriam tried to centre attention by seeming engrossed in Gerald’s operations, glancing sideways meanwhile in an entrancement of effort to define her small perfection. The list of single items summoned images of children who missed her charm by some accentuation of character, pointing backwards to the emphatic qualities of a relative and forward so clearly that already they seemed adult.
Elspeth predicted nothing. The closest observation revealed no point of arrest. Her undivided impression once caught, could be recovered in each separate feature.
Eve entró cuando la música cesó. En la calma que siguió a los saludos generales, Miriam imaginó una repetición de la canción, para devolver a Eve a lo que había quedado atrás y hacerla avanzar con ellas en la mañana inalterada. Irrumpió entonces la señora Thimm con una bandeja y los dispersó a todos hacia la chimenea. *Oigamos a Molly Darling una vez