american tragedy

Chapter 60 (1)
Chapter 225 (1)
During this period, whenever he was with Roberta, he was always thinking about Sandra's position in high society.Roberta also noticed at times, through no fault of hers, that his thoughts and manners were erratic, that he was aloof.She just thought, I don't know what happened recently that made him preoccupied.And he, whenever she wasn't looking at him, wondered how wonderful it would be if he could get a girl like Sandra to fall in love with him, what would Roberta do? Now they had such an intimate relationship. relation. (Oh, dear, that's true,) though now, in the direct light of the star, he could hardly see Roberta.Is he all wrong? Is it evil? His parents must have said so! Everyone who has a right view of life will say so, including Sandra Finchley, perhaps, and Griffey The Si family, everyone said so.

But! But! It was snowing for the first time this year, and Clyde was wearing a new top hat and white silk gloves.These were bought by a grocery store owner named Olin Short who had a crush on him and persuaded him to buy them. He had just met him recently. He was holding a new silk umbrella in his hand to block the snow, just like this Go to Duble's house on Keji Street, although it is not arrogant, it is still a very interesting house.The house is very quaint, with low buildings and well-proportioned layouts. The lights inside shine on a hanging window curtain, showing the atmosphere of Christmas.When he arrived on time, there were already five or six cars of various brands and colors parked in front of the house.The front of the car, the running boards, and the bumper were all covered with flakes of freshly fallen snow. He felt very frustrated when he saw these cars, and, as far as he was concerned, he might not be able to make up for it for a while. He didn't have enough. money, and equip these necessities.When he walked through the door, he heard laughter and laughter inside.

A slender servant took his cap, coat, and umbrella, and saw Jer Duble as soon as he entered. "Miss Finchley hasn't arrived yet. My name is Jell Double." She introduced herself.

"You really look like Gilbert, don't you?" she continued, walking him through several suites connected at right angles.

"Really?" Clyde smiled calmly.Such a comparison made him very proud.

The ceiling is very low.The light is cast on the dark wall through the beautiful lampshade painted with various patterns.Fireplaces in the two suites painted the comfortable upholstered furniture a rosy hue, and there were pictures, books, and works of art in the rooms.

"Hey, Tracy, would you give everyone a briefing?" she called. "My brother, Tracy Double, Mr. Griffiths. Hi everybody, Clyde Griffiths Sir," she went on, casting a glance at everyone around her, who all stared at him differently.At this time, Tracy Duble was holding his hand.Clyde felt that everyone was looking at him, and he seemed a little uncomfortable, but he still smiled smartly.At the same time, he was aware that the conversation had come to a halt, at least temporarily. "Please don't hinder everyone's conversation because of me." He said with a smile.This gave everyone an impression that he was very witty.Tracy continued, "I won't introduce them one by one."

"We'll just stand here and show them to you. It's my sister Gertrude talking to Scott Nicholson over there." Clyde noticed a small, dainty, dark-skinned The girl, wearing a pink dress, has a beautiful and naughty face.Nodding to him.Beside her stood a tall, elegant girl, dark and by no means attractive, talking to a younger, broad-shouldered, strong-chested young man.He was told they were Arabella Stark and Frank Harriet. "They're arguing about the recent football game between Cornell and Syracuse . . "Peller Haynes, Miss Vander Steele... Ah, that's all I saw. Ah, no, there are still Grant and Nina Temple here." Clyde After hesitating for a moment, he took a closer look, and saw a tall, playboy-like young man with a pointed face and gray eyes, leading a dignified, young, plump girl in a light brown dress. , with a lock of light chestnut hair neatly hanging down her forehead, was leading her into the middle of the room.

"Hello, Jere; hello, Vanda; hello, Winant." He greeted and introduced Clyde to the two of them, neither of whom seemed to pay much attention to him. "I thought I couldn't come," young Cranston said at once to the group. "Nina didn't want to come, but I promised Bettina and Jelle I wouldn't come either. We were at Bagley's just now. Guess who's there, Scout, Van Peterson and Rhoda Hull. They're only here for a day."

"Really," said Scout Nelson, a curmudgeon-looking, self-righteous fellow.Clyde noticed that everyone here was self-righteous, high-ranking, and comfortable. "Why didn't you bring them? I'd love to see Rhoda and Van again."

"No. They said they'd go back early. Maybe they'll come and stay some other day. Oh, isn't supper ready? I thought we'd sit down and eat."

"The lawyers! They don't usually eat supper, you know," remarked Frank Harriet.He was a short, broad-chested, smiling young man, very pleasant, handsome, with perfect, white teeth.Clyde liked him very much.

"Ah, whether they eat or not, I want to eat, or I'll go. Have you heard people speculate who will be the master of next year's Cornell rowing race?" On the topic of Cornell University, Harriet Cranston and others were there, but Clyde couldn't understand.He has rarely heard of some universities that this group of people are familiar with.On the other hand, he has the self-knowledge of his own shortcomings, and he tries to avoid any topic or conversation involving these universities.However, it was precisely because of this that he immediately felt out of place.These guys knew a lot more than he did and had all gone to college.It would be best if he also told what school he went to.In Kansas City, he had heard about the University of Kansas, which wasn't far away.Heard about the University of Missouri, and heard about the University of Chicago in Chicago.Can you tell me which of these schools he went to.Like the University of Kansas, at least for a short term, okay? He immediately thought that if anyone asked, he would say so.Then, he thought about what he knew, for example, what he had learned.Where had he heard the word mathematics, and why didn't he say it?

But he could see that these people were not very interested in him and didn't pay much attention to him.He might as well be a member of the Griffith family, and in the eyes of those outside, he may have some weight, but here, that is nothing, it is just taken for granted.And because Tracy Double turned his head back momentarily and was talking to Vernant Font, but at this moment, the small, dark-skinned girl Gertrude walked towards him.

"These people are a bit late, as always. If it's eight o'clock, they will always come at 08:30 or 09:30, isn't it?"

"Of course it is." Clyde said gratefully, trying to be lively and natural.

"My name is Gertrude Double," she said, "beautiful Jayle's sister." There was a sardonic and amusing smile in the corners of her mouth and eyes. "You nod to me, but you don't know me, but anyway, we hear people talking about you all the time," she said jokingly.If possible, try to embarrass Clyde on purpose. "A mysterious Griffith appeared in Lycurgus, as if no one had ever met him, but I met you once on the road. You just walked into the candy store, and of course you didn't know it. Do you like candy? "

"Ah, yes, I like sweets. Ah, what's the matter?" asked Clyde, feeling at once uneasy that he was being teased, because the candy he bought was for Roberta.But he couldn't help feeling that it was more natural to be with other people than with this girl, who, though sarcastic and not very attractive, was very kind and at the same time he would not be lonely and timid.

"Maybe you're just saying that," she said with a smile, a look of liking in her eyes. "Probably bought it for some girl. You have a girlfriend, don't you?"

"Hmm..." Clyde hesitated.Because when she asked this sentence, he thought of Roberta in his heart, and a question flashed in his mind at the same time: Has anyone seen him and Roberta together? At the same time, he felt that this girl was very Spicy, very provocative, very smart, very different from anyone he's ever known, but without much hesitation, he went on, "No, I don't. Why would you ask such a question?"

(End of this chapter)