When anyone is very positive in an opinion (когда кто-то очень уверен в чем либо: «каком-либо мнении») it is only human nature to wish him proved wrong (то человеку свойственно желать, чтобы тот оказался неправ;
cocksure ['kOkSuq], flatter ['flxtq]
When anyone is very positive in an opinion it is only human nature to wish him proved wrong. Mrs. Tower was really too cocksure. But such satisfaction was not mine, for the end that she had always and confidently predicted to the ill-assorted match did in point of fact come. Still, the fate seldom give us what we want in the way we want it, and though Mrs. Tower could flatter herself that she had been right, I think after all she would sooner have been wrong. For things did not happen at all in the way she expected.
One day I received an urgent message from her (однажды я получил от нее срочное сообщение;
"Jane and Gilbert have separated (Джейн и Гилберт расстались)," she said.
"Not really (не может быть)? Well, you were right after all (значит, в итоге, вы были правы)."
Mrs. Tower looked at me with an expression I could not understand (миссис Тауэр посмотрела на меня с таким выражением /лица/, которое я не смог понять).
"Poor Jane (бедная Джейн)," I muttered (пробормотал я).
"Poor Jane!" she repeated (повторила она), but in tones of such derision that I was dumbfounded (но с такой насмешкой в голосе, что я был ошарашен/потрясен;
She found some difficulty in telling me exactly what had occurred (она с некоторым затруднением рассказала мне, что же все-таки произошло: «она обнаружила определенную трудность в рассказывании/сообщении мне точно, что произошло).
urgent ['WGqnt], derision [dI'rIZn], dumbfound [dAm'faund]
One day I received an urgent message from her and fortunately went to see her at once. When I was shown into the room Mrs. Tower rose from her chair and came towards me with the stealthy swiftness of a leopard stalking his prey. I saw that she was excited.
"Jane and Gilbert have separated," she said.
"Not really? Well, you were right after all."
Mrs. Tower looked at me with an expression I could not understand.
"Poor Jane," I muttered.
"Poor Jane!" she repeated, but in tones of such derision that I was dumbfounded.