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The brick front was just in line with the street, or rather the road. One apartment was on the right, serving both as dining and sitting room. On the other side of the passage was Charles's consulting room, a little room about six paces wide, with a table, three chairs, and an office chair.
Emma went upstairs. The first room was not furnished.During the first days there, she occupied herself in thinking about changes to be made to the house. She took the shades off the candlesticks, had new curtains put up, the staircase repainted, and seats made in the garden.
Charles was happy then, and without a care in the world. A meal together, a walk in the evening, and many other things in which Charles had never dreamed of pleasure, now made up the endless round of his happiness.
Until now, what pleasures had he had in life? His time at school, when he remained shut up within the high walls, alone, in the midst of companions richer or more clever than he? Later on,when he studied medicine, and never had his purse full enough to treat some little working girl to dinner? Afterwards, he had lived fourteen months with the widow, whose feet in bed were cold as ice. But now he had for life this beautiful woman whom he adored. He could not keep from constantly touching her, and she pushed him away gently, half smiling, half annoyed, as you do a child who hangs about you.
Before marriage, she thought herself in love; but the happiness that should have followed this love not having come,she must, she thought, have been mistaken. And Emma tried to find out what one meant exactly by the words, “happiness” and“ passion ,” that had seemed to her so beautiful in books.
consulting /kənˈsʌltɪŋ/ adj. 咨询的，与专业咨询有关的
midst /mɪdst/ n. 中间，当中
passion /ˈpæʃən/ n. 激情