really moved.

老人感动得无可不可。

Next day Connie was arranging tall yellow tulips in a glass vase.

翌日，康妮捧着一大束黄色郁金香，正往玻璃花瓶里插。

"Connie," said Clifford, "did you know there was a rumour that you are going to supply Wragby with a son and heir?" Connie felt dim with terror, yet she stood quite still, touching the flowers.

“康妮，”克利福德说，“有传言你要给格拉比生个儿子和继承人，你晓得此事吗？”康妮隐约感到有些担忧，但她依然镇定自若，摆弄着瓶中的花。

"No!" she said.

“没听说！”她说。

"Is it a joke? Or malice?" He paused before he answered: "Neither, I hope. I hope it may be a prophecy." Connie went on with her flowers.

“是玩笑？还是恶意中伤？”他沉默半晌，然后答道：“我希望两者都不是。我希望这是种预兆。”康妮仍在理顺着她的花。

"I had a letter from Father this morning," she said. "He wants to know if I am aware he has accepted Sir Alexander Cooper's Invitation for me for July and August, to the Villa Esmeralda in Venice.” "July AND August?" said Clifford.

“今天早上，我接到父亲的来信。”她岔开话题。“他提醒我，他已经替我接受了亚历山大·库伯爵士的邀请，七八月份到威尼斯的埃斯梅拉达别墅度假。”“七八月份？”克利福德说。

"Oh, I wouldn't stay all that time. Are you sure you wouldn't come?”