伦敦,1935年9月的一个雨天。一个身材矮小的英国女人匆匆地下了公共汽车。她开始四处寻找要去拜访的地方,但横竖没找到。在雨中,来回跑了不知多少冤枉路,当她终于找到东道主家时,手里的鲜花已经湿漉不堪,人也如落汤鸡一般。她不断抱歉自己来晚了,而东道主则担心小女人浑身的雨水会把精美的地毯打湿,连忙叫来了佣人,递给小女人一条毛巾,让她擦干头发。餐厅内,客人们 London, a rainy day in September 1935. A short British woman hurried off the bus. She started looking around for a visit, but did not find it. In the rain, running back and forth I do not know how many costly mistakes, when she finally found the host home, the hands of the flowers have been wet, people are like soup. She was constantly sorry for her lateness, but the host was worried that the little woman’s wet rain would wet her delicate carpet, hurried to the servant and handed the little lady a towel to dry her hair. Inside the restaurant, guests