But perhaps Isabel had keener intuitions than he knew (но, возможно, Изабелла обладала более тонкой интуицией, чем он предполагал), for as he went on with his tale her eyes grew colder (так как, по мере того как он продолжал свой рассказ, глаза ее становились все холоднее) and her lips closed upon one another more tightly (и губы сжимались все плотнее;
"What was this girl like (а как выглядела девушка)?" she asked when he finished (спросила она, когда он закончил). "Uncle Arnold's daughter (дочь дяди Арнольда). Would you say there was any resemblance between her and me (ты бы сказал, что есть хоть какое-нибудь сходство между ею и мной)?"
intuition ["Intju'IS(q)n], tightly ['taItlI], resemblance [rI'zemblqns]
But perhaps Isabel had keener intuitions than he knew, for as he went on with his tale her eyes grew colder and her lips closed upon one another more tightly. Now and then she looked at him closely, and if he had been less intent on his narrative he might have wondered at her expression.
"What was this girl like?" she asked when he finished. "Uncle Arnold's daughter. Would you say there was any resemblance between her and me?"
Bateman was surprised at the question (Бейтман удивился этому вопросу).
"It never struck me (мне это и в голову никогда не приходило). You know I've never had eyes for anyone but you (ты же знаешь, что я никогда не смотрю ни на кого другого, кроме тебя) and I could never think that anyone was like you (и я никогда бы не подумал, что кто-нибудь мог бы быть похожим на тебя). Who could resemble you (кто может сравниться с тобою: «кто может походить на тебя»)?"
"Was she pretty (она хорошенькая)?" said Isabel, smiling slightly at his words (спросила Изабелла, слегка улыбаясь его словам).
"I suppose so (полагаю, да). I daresay some men would say she was very beautiful (думаю, что некоторые мужчины сказали бы, что она очень красива)."
"Well, it's of no consequence (что ж, это не важно;
"What are you going to do, Isabel (как ты поступишь, Изабелла)?" he asked then (спросил он затем).
resemble [rI'zemb(q)l], consequence ['kOnsIkwqns], attention [q'tenS(q)n]
Bateman was surprised at the question. "It never struck me. You know I've never had eyes for anyone but you and I could never think that anyone was like you. Who could resemble you?"
"Was she pretty?" said Isabel, smiling slightly at his words.
"I suppose so. I daresay some men would say she was very beautiful."
"Well, it's of no consequence. I don't think we need give her any more of our attention."
"What are you going to do, Isabel?" he asked then.
Isabel looked down at the hand which still bore the ring (она взглянула на свою руку, на которой все еще было кольцо;