Glimpsed through lamplit windows, everybody seems to be getting ready for something. 透过灯烛辉煌的窗子望进去，人人似乎都在作什么准备。
A pang shot through him at the memor of his lamplit hours in the low-studded drawing-room. Few as they had been, they were thick with memories. 他回忆起在那饰钉钉得很低，点着煤油灯的客厅里度过的几个钟头，一阵剧痛猛然向他袭来。尽管只有为时极短的几个小时，但却令人回味无穷。
