But Whiston put himself beside them, and went along with them. In silence they passed through to the dancing-room. There Adams hesitated, and looked round the room. It was as if he could not see.
A man came hurrying forward, claiming Elsie, and Adams went to his other partner. Whiston stood watching during the dance. She was conscious of him standing there observant of her, like a ghost, or a judgment, or a guardian angel. She was also conscious, much more intimately and impersonally, of the body of the other man moving somewhere in the room. She still belonged to him, but a feeling of distraction possessed her, and helplessness. Adams danced on, adhering to Elsie, waiting his time, with the persistence of cynicism.
The dance was over (танец закончился; to be over – закончиться). Adams was detained (Адамс был /кем-то/ задержан). Elsie found herself beside Whiston (Элси оказалась: «обнаружила себя» возле Уистона). There was something shapely about him as he sat, about his knees and his distinct figure, that she clung to (он сидел, и было что-то статное в нем, в его коленях и выделяющейся фигуре, к которой она прильнула; shapely – статный, стройный; хорошей формы; shape – форма, очертание; /физическая/ форма; distinct – ясный; отчетливый; особый, индивидуальный; to cling – прилипать; цепляться). It was as if he had enduring form (у него словно была выносливая/стойкая фигура; form – форма; фигура /человека/). She put her hand on his knee (она положила руку ему на колено).
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked (ты весело проводишь время? – спросил он).
“Ever so,” she replied, with a fervent, yet detached tone (очень, – ответила она пылким, однако отчужденным голосом; ever so – /разг./ очень, крайне, чрезвычайно; detached – отдельный, обособленный; беспристрастный; бесстрастный, отрешенный; to detach – отделять/ся/, отсоединять/ся/).
“It’s going on for one o’clock (/время/ близится к часу; to go on for – приближаться к /о времени/),” he said.
“Is it?” she answered (правда? – спросила она). It meant nothing to her (это ничего для нее не значило).
“Should we be going (может, нам пора уходить)?” he said.
The dance was over. Adams was detained. Elsie found herself beside Whiston. There was something shapely about him as he sat, about his knees and his distinct figure, that she clung to. It was as if he had enduring form. She put her hand on his knee.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked.
“Ever so,” she replied, with a fervent, yet detached tone.
“It’s going on for one o’clock,” he said.
“Is it?” she answered. It meant nothing to her.
“Should we be going?” he said.