EVELINE She sat at the window, watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains, and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne.
She was tired. Everything changes.
Now, She was going to go away like the others, to leave her home. Home! Home!
She was about to explore another life with him.
Then she would be married. Then she would be married. Eveline.
Her time was running out, but she continued to sit by the window, leaning her head against the window curtains, inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne.
She stood up in a sudden impulse of terror.
Escape! She must escape! He would save her. Why should she be unhappy? He gives her life. She wanted to lived. She had a right to happines. She must escape. He would save her. Come! Come! It was imposible! It was imposible!!