The ball was a sumptuous affair (бал был великолепным: «великолепным событием»;
He must have seen the unhappiness he might bring on the princess; but that went for nothing with him. Can I say, confidently, that he was wrong? If the King were restored, the princess must turn to him, either knowing or not knowing the change. And if the King were not restored to us? It was a subject that we had never yet spoken of. But I had an idea that, in such a case, Sapt meant to seat me on the throne of Ruritania for the term of my life. He would have set Satan himself there sooner than that pupil of his, Black Michael.
The ball was a sumptuous affair. I opened it by dancing a quadrille with Flavia: then I waltzed with her. Curious eyes and eager whispers attended us.
We went in to supper (мы сели за стол: «принялись за ужин»;
The little room had French windows opening on the gardens (двустворчатые, доходящие до пола окна комнатки выходили: «открывались» в сад). The night was fine, cool, and fragrant (ночь была ясной, прохладной и благоухающей). Flavia sat down, and I stood opposite her (Флавия села, а я встал напротив нее). I was struggling with myself (я боролся с самим собой): if she had not looked at me (если бы она не взглянула на меня), I believe that even then I should have won my fight (я думаю, даже тогда я смог бы сдержаться: «выиграть свой бой»;
We went in to supper; and, half way through, I, half mad by then, for her glance had answered mine, and her quick breathing met my stammered sentences – I rose in my place before all the brilliant crowd, and taking the Red Rose that I wore, flung the ribbon with its jewelled badge round her neck. In a tumult of applause I sat down: I saw Sapt smiling over his wine, and Fritz frowning. The rest of the meal passed in silence; neither Flavia nor I could speak. Fritz touched me on the shoulder, and I rose, gave her my arm, and walked down the hall into a little room, where coffee was served to us. The gentlemen and ladies in attendance withdrew, and we were alone.
The little room had French windows opening on the gardens. The night was fine, cool, and fragrant. Flavia sat down, and I stood opposite her. I was struggling with myself: if she had not looked at me, I believe that even then I should have won my fight.