Эпоха невинности

           Otherwisewe’reonlyNewlandArcher,thehusbandofEllenOlenska’scousin,andEllenOlenska,thecousinofNewlandArcher’swife,tryingtobehappybehindthebacksofthepeoplewhotrustthem.""Ah,I’mbeyondthat,"hegroaned."No,you’renot!You’veneverbeenbeyond.AndIhave,"shesaid,inastrangevoice,"andIknowwhatitlookslikethere."Hesatsilent,dazedwithinarticulatepain.Thenhegropedinthedarknessofthecarriageforthelittlebellthatsignalledorderstothecoachman.HerememberedthatMayrangtwicewhenshewishedtostop.Hepressedthebell,andthecarriagedrewupbesidethecurbstone."Whyarewestopping?ThisisnotGranny’s,"MadameOlenskaexclaimed."No:Ishallgetouthere,"hestammered,openingthedoorandjumpingtothepavement.Bythelightofastreet-lamphesawherstartledface,andtheinstinctivemotionshemadetodetainhim.Heclosedthedoor,andleanedforamomentinthewindow."You’reright:Ioughtnottohavecometoday,"hesaid,loweringhisvoicesothatthecoachmanshouldnothear.Shebentforward,andseemedabouttospeak;buthehadalreadycalledouttheordertodriveon,andthecarriagerolledawaywhilehestoodonthecorner.Thesnowwasover,andatinglingwindhadsprungup,thatlashedhisfaceashestoodgazing.Suddenlyhefeltsomethingstiffandcoldonhislashes,andperceivedthathehadbeencrying,andthatthewindhadfrozenhistears.Hethrusthishandsinhispockets,andwalkedatasharppacedownFifthAvenuetohisownhouse.